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ralvezfanatic · 3 months
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Y/N: I need someone to take me out already
Derek: Like on a date or with a sniper?
Y/N: Either works but at this point I rather a sniper
Hotch: Do I need to have you evaluated?
Elle, texting Penelope to ask how much a hitman costs:
Spencer, texting Penelope to ask her for tips on how to ask you out:
Penelope, very confused at the two types of text she got: ???
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angellsell · 1 month
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How They Would React if You Struggled with Self-Harm
Pairing: BAU x Reader Genre: headcanons Warning(s): mention of self-harm A/N: this one was requested! Always remember that you are loved and needed, I’m so proud of you all, keep going loves!
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These headcanons are based on the characters' personalities and the dynamics within the team as portrayed in Criminal Minds. Each character would likely respond differently based on their individual backgrounds and experiences, but ultimately, they would all want what's best for you and would offer their unwavering support and encouragement as you navigate your struggles with self-harm.
୭ Aaron Hotchner
Hotch would be deeply concerned and would prioritize your well-being above all else.
He would approach the situation with a calm and composed demeanor, offering support and encouragement.
Hotch would likely take a protective approach, going in a paternal mood to help you cope with your struggles.
He would also emphasize the importance of seeking professional help and would be there for you every step of the way, offering his unwavering support.
୭ Derek Morgan
Derek would be visibly upset and emotional.
He would feel a strong sense of protectiveness towards you, more than he already has, and would want to do everything in his power to help you.
Derek would likely offer a shoulder to lean on and would be there to listen whenever you need to talk.
He would definitely start to call you more often affectionate names and invent new ones just to see you smile at how silly they sound.
He would also try to distract you with activities or outings to help lift your spirit and provide a sense of normalcy amidst the turmoil.
୭ Spencer Reid
His initial reaction would be one of shock and concern, as he struggles to comprehend why someone would resort to self-harm.
He would likely delve into extensive research on the subject, trying to understand the underlying psychological factors driving your behavior.
Spencer would approach you while fidgeting with his hands with empathy and compassion, even if he doesn’t know how to, and he would offer a non-judgmental ear and a wealth of knowledge on coping mechanisms and therapy options.
He would start leaving you a cup of coffee or even a doughnut on your desk before you arrived.
He would also remind you that you are not alone in your struggles since he had to deal with his addiction on his own and he understands the fear and difficulty of the healing journey and would be there to support you every step of the way, even if it meant stepping out of his comfort zone.
୭ Emily Prentiss
She would react with a mix of empathy and determination.
She would draw upon her own experiences and struggles to relate to you on a personal level, offering words of encouragement and understanding.
Emily would be fiercely protective of you and would go to great lengths to ensure your safety and well-being.
She would also emphasize the importance of self-care and would encourage you to prioritize your mental health above all else, reminding you that it's okay to ask for help when needed.
୭ Jennifer Jareau
JJ would react with deep concern and compassion.
She would offer a nurturing and supportive presence, her being a mother allowing her soft part to show easily, providing a safe space for you to open up and express your feelings.
JJ would likely share her own experiences with overcoming adversity, offering hope and reassurance to you that you are capable of overcoming their struggles.
She would also emphasize the importance of seeking professional help and would offer to accompany you to therapy sessions or support groups if needed.
୭ David Rossi
Rossi would react with a mixture of empathy and paternal concern.
He would draw upon his years of experience and wisdom to offer guidance and support to you, reassuring you that you are not alone in your struggles.
He would likely share anecdotes from his own life to illustrate that everyone faces challenges, but it's how we overcome them that defines us.
He would also emphasize the importance of self-love and acceptance, encouraging you to be kind to yourself and to reach out for help when needed.
He would also invite you more often to his place to have dinner with him.
୭ Penelope Garcia
Garcia would react with profound empathy and concern.
She would offer a nurturing and supportive presence, using her unique blend of humor and compassion to help you feel at ease.
Garcia would likely research resources and support groups for you, using her tech-savvy skills to find the best possible options for therapy and counseling.
She would also be a constant source of encouragement and positivity, reminding you that you are loved and valued, no matter what struggles you may face.
She would bring you cookies and colorful little objects that remind her of you or even sticky notes of gratitude for you taped to your desk.
She would go above and beyond to make sure you feel supported and understood, using her boundless energy and enthusiasm to lift your spirit and help you on your journey toward healing.
୭ Elle Greenaway
Elle would react with a combination of empathy and determination.
She would understand the complex emotions and struggles that can lead someone to self-harm, drawing upon her own experiences in law enforcement.
Elle would approach you with a gentle yet firm demeanor, offering support and encouragement while also emphasizing the importance of seeking professional help.
She would share her own journey of healing and resilience, reminding you that you are capable of overcoming your struggles and finding peace within yourself.
Elle would also prioritize your safety and well-being, offering to be a source of strength and stability during your recovery journey.
୭ Jason Gideon
Gideon would react with a profound sense of empathy and concern.
Drawing upon his years of experience as a seasoned profiler, he would recognize the deep-seated emotional turmoil and underlying psychological factors that can lead someone to self-harm.
Gideon would approach you with a calm and compassionate demeanor, offering a safe space for you to open up and share your struggles.
He would likely delve into deep conversations with you trying to be a father figure you can trust and rely on, probing beneath the surface to understand the root causes of your self-harming behavior.
Gideon would also share his own experiences with overcoming adversity and finding inner strength, offering words of wisdom and guidance to you.
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sundrop-writes · 18 days
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Pathetic
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Sub!Spencer Reid x Switch!GN!Reader x Dom!Elle Greenaway
Summary:
Spencer needs to be punished, and as always, you and Elle are very creative with it. One of these days, he might learn to behave - but you hope that day is not anytime soon.
Dom!Elle Greenaway x Switch!Gender Neutral Reader x Sub!Spencer Reid. Established Dom/Sub Relationship. Smut/PWP.
Word Count: 2,600
Criminal Minds Masterlist | AO3 Link
Detailed warnings and author's notes below the cut.
Warnings: this is just straight up smut/pwp; this is a threesome/poly relationship - the characters have been in this kind of relationship for a while and they're all very comfortable with their roles; there is no mention of safewords, but it is implied that the characters are all comfortable with each other and safety nets exist in the background; Elle is dominant, Spencer is very submissive, and the reader is a switch - being dominant with Spencer and submissive towards Elle; the reader's genitals are not described in any way and the reader is gender neutral; mentions of Spencer having a humiliation kink; hair pulling (towards Spencer); mentions of Spencer being 'punished'; penetrative sex/unprotected piv sex - Spencer fucks Elle's pussy (without a condom, oops); mentions of Spencer wearing a cockring; orgasm denial/orgasm restriction (towards Spencer); light bondage - Spencer's arms being handcuffed behind his back; mentions of Spencer being spanked (does not take place during the fic); some nipple play (Spencer receiving); the reader calls Elle 'm'am' (Spencer calls her 'Miss'); at one point; Spencer is called 'pathetic' and 'a little bitch'; (so I guess degradation kink too?); the reader gives Spencer a handjob; some cumplay/cum eating; snowballing (in a kiss between the reader and Spencer; mentions of chastity belts/genital cages (not used during the fic); there is somewhat of a rivalry going on between Spencer and the reader?; the reader is kind of a brat, competing with Spencer for Elle's attention; and I believe that's it.
A/N: This could be viewed as a sequel to The Perfect Brat, or it could be viewed as taking place in the same universe as that fic - the reader character in this fic is Gender Neutral and does not have their gender described where as the reader character in that fic is female, so I wouldn't say specifically that it is a sequel - but it could be. Anyway - this is mostly inspired by my love of Spencer's slutty waist. I hope you guys enjoy it!
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“God, he’s so pathetic.”
The words came out of Elle’s mouth as an airy chuckle, truly punctuating her thoughts on the situation. The man between her thighs was nothing but laughable - in the most pussy-wetting way. 
Naturally, Spencer let out a chest rattling moan at her comment, finding nothing but pleasure in the humiliation that she doled out. Even if he refused to admit it - it was his nature. He thrived off of being mocked and praised; punished and rewarded. 
You let out a chuckle of your own, running your fingers through his hair, a jolt going down your spine when you tugged sharply on those pretty brown locks and he let out a pretty gasp. 
Elle watched on with inquisitive eyes and swallowed up a low moan inside of her chest - controlled, composed, as she always was. 
She made a clear effort not to lose her precious composure in front of Spencer. She never needed him to think that he provided her with any kind of elite pleasure. That he could give her something that she couldn’t get from someone else. Especially not from you. He was just another tool in her belt. One that needed to be polished by her before he could be properly used. 
(He really needed to learn to keep his mouth shut, but he probably never would.) 
Even now, when he was balls-deep inside of her, her face remained smooth and neutral - not giving away a single flicker of the pleasure she might be feeling. Because it was all a big game, and she had to win. She was entirely demure as she stared up at him from her position, laying on her back in the middle of the bed. Technically, she was the lowest in the room, but always the one in the highest seat of control. Always the one with the most power in the room, no matter what. 
And unlike Spencer, you weren’t going to mess with the status quo of that power. 
“I think it’s almost… cute?” You remarked, knowing you sounded utterly condescending as you let out another giggle. (Especially if Spencer’s pleasurable gasp was anything to go by.) “At least he’s trying.” 
Spencer let out a choked whine, clearly humiliated and turned on by the way the two of you spoke - talking around him as though he wasn’t even there. As though he wasn’t important enough to even acknowledge. 
Spencer was currently stuck between the two of you, in a way that felt unfair yet perfectly and pleasurably melted his brain. 
With his cock speared deep inside of Elle’s warm, commanding pussy, while you stood behind him - a lingering presence that trapped him there, he knew that he had nowhere to go. Which he loved and hated at the same time. You were somehow still completely clothed - the fabric of your outfit feeling rougher against his completely naked body as his skin became overstimulated and sweaty, but he couldn’t escape you, not for a moment, while you crowded more and more into his personal space. 
“Please,” Spencer whimpered out.
Beneath him, Elle was clad in one of her signature bright red bras - overwhelming his field of vision with the sight of her perfect cleavage and her beautiful hair splayed out across the bed. And somehow, even as dewey sweat gathered on her skin, her makeup stayed perfectly in place, unsmudged and turning her into a goddess-like vision that only made him dissolve more into that pathetic puddle that you both mocked him for being. 
With your hands on Spencer’s hips - you kept shoving him forward harshly, forcing him to fuck into the unforgiving heat of Elle’s cunt while his cock panged with twinges of pain and pleasure, stuck pulsing through the aching restriction of a cockring. His arms were bound behind his back with Elle’s cuffs, his hands brushing against your front - but he wasn’t allowed to touch you, no. If he was caught copping a feel, then he knew that he punishment would be even more severe. His ass was already red and sore with the spanking that you had given him earlier. 
“Oh god, please.” He whined out again, not even sure what he was begging for - for this to stop, or for it to continue without the cockring so that he could finally cum. 
You were getting a great deal of joy out of this, a wicked grin forming on your lips that Elle loved to see. 
You loved using Spencer’s body like a puppet; having him acting like a ragdoll to your whims while you kept your hands tight on his hips, digging your nails into his flesh in a way that you knew would leave satisfying bruises there the next day. You loved nothing more than driving him forward, forcing him to fuck into Elle like he was nothing more than a toy - a human dildo to be used for her pleasure. 
With both of you standing at the end of the bed, Elle’s ass right on the edge of it, her legs spread wide to accommodate both of you; you were standing right up behind Spencer, not letting him go anywhere, not letting him move an inch to escape the overwhelming tight pleasure of her cunt. The feeling edged him so fiercely, that perfect vice gripping around his cock, with the cockring making him unable to cum. You gripped him tight and forced him to fuck forward into her, despite his whining protests and begging to have the cockring off so that he could cum. 
This was a punishment, after all. The punishment being - fucking her for longer than he could take it with no release. Feeling her hot, wet pussy around him and not being able to cum. 
“He’s not trying.” Elle argued in reply to your comment, sarcastic venom in her voice. “That’s why he’s so pathetic.” 
She reached up and tweaked one of his nipples hard, delivering a bit of pain to put emphasis on her words, and Spencer let out another whine. (Only further proving her point with how utterly pathetic he sounded.) 
“Please,” He said, begging once again. “Fuck, please, I promise I’ll be good, I-” 
“Shut up.” Elle barked at him. “Go harder.” She said, glancing around his body to look at you. 
She didn’t give this order for her own benefit. She wouldn’t enjoy the sex with any more heightened pleasure if his cock was fucking into her harder. She said this because if you forced his hips into her harder, then he would have to feel it more. It would be more punishing for him. 
“Yes, M’am.” You easily agreed, biting back a gleefully evil grin. 
You shoved his hips forward harder, in faster increments, pulling him back quickly and shoving him forward again. The results were beautiful - his thighs quaked and he let out a pained sound as he limply fell to the movements, like a ragdoll. Letting himself be fucking into Elle, rather than willingly fucking her himself. 
His cock was so painfully hard that this left little needles pricking up and down his shaft; sharp shocks of pleasure and pain flowing through him as the wetness coated him warmly and became tangled in his pubes - the most beautiful, mind-numbing torture he could have ever conceptualized. He needed a break - he wanted it to stop, but at the same time, he knew that he would cry and beg for more if his cock was pulled out of that warmth, a place his body knew as a home now. A place that he couldn’t leave. 
This was where he belonged. 
Stuck between two perfect people, ruling over him, taunting him. 
“Please!” He gasped out again. “Please!” 
You pushed Spencer forward again, hard, and his legs began to quake as Elle’s pussy squeezed him. 
“I can’t!” He shouted, his voice throaty and hollow, half choked in spit. “Fuck, I can’t!” 
“Yes, you can.” You said, shoving him forward again, loving the sound of his hips smacking against Elle’s inner thighs. “You’re just being a little bitch about it.” 
You leaned in, putting your body flush against his, trapping his arms tighter against his back. You used the motion of your own hips in tandem now, using your body weight to shove him back and forth - causing increasingly wet, sloppy sounds from between him and Elle as she became more turned on by his desperate, humiliated state. 
Elle let out a laugh. “It’s like we trained him for nothing.” 
“Maybe you trained him to bitch out.” You sighed. “That’s not my fault.” 
Elle glared at you - but before she could reply, you shoved Spencer forward again particularly hard, using him like a human dildo inside of her to shut her up. She swallowed down the gasp in her throat, though, biting her lip. She was trying her hardest not to let you know that you had gotten to her in any meaningful way. 
Spencer let out a throaty whine. 
“Please, let me cum.” He begged, his voice wavering and pathetic. “Please! I’ll do anything, just let me cum!” 
You grinned at Elle over his shoulder, pausing your movements and stilling Spencer’s hips for a moment. He let out a sob - even this was torturous pain, reminding him how his orgasm was like a sickness in his stomach. It was a pure, swollen ache in his balls - right there, but unable to come to fruition. He needed to cum so badly. 
“What do you think, E?” You asked, using your playful nickname for her. “Should we let this pathetic little boy finally cum?” 
You were feeling slightly bad for Spencer, so you reached around his body - thinking of something that might sway her. You rubbed your thumb over her clit, putting your powers of persuasion to the test. 
“I kinda wanna get him out of the way so I can have my turn.” You added on, pressing down on her clit harder. 
For the first time that night, Elle let out an uncontrolled, deep moan. 
“Fuck.” She sighed. 
You quickly let up the touch, knowing that teasing her would be more powerful. 
“I know what you’re doing.” She told you, throwing you a nasty, knowing smile. It was a warning. “Pull him out.” 
You were filled with a terrible excitement. Either she would punish you for trying to scam her, or she would give you exactly what you wanted. She was a lot more lenient with you than she was with Spencer. 
You backed off and put your hands on Spencer’s hips, easing him out of Elle’s pussy. 
“Thank you, thank you, thank you, Miss, thank you-” Spencer repeated the words like a sacred mantra under his breath, and Elle quickly cut him off. 
“Shut up.” She barked at him again. “You won’t be thanking me in a minute.” 
This shouldn’t have turned you on as much as it did. 
Spencer’s cock popped out of Elle’s cunt with a filthy sound, and he only made it back far enough to graze the swollen bright red head against her entrance before she sat up on her elbows and moved to grab the cockring around the base. You watched with your gaze around his shoulder in interest, your hands drifting around his waist to hold him gently from behind. You thought that she would take it off and maybe finish him with her hand to get him out of the way as you had suggested. 
But instead, she took off the cockring (which caused a wounded sound to emanate from his chest) and left his bright red, sore looking cock dangling between his thighs as a few thick strands of precum leaked from the head, dripping freely onto the bed between her thighs. 
“You feel bad for him.” Elle told you, a dark look in her eyes. “So get to work.” 
You wanted to laugh. That certainly wouldn’t be a punishment for you. 
With your arm already slung around his waist from behind, you reached down and grabbed his sensitive, achingly hard cock - at the touch, he nearly bucked out of your grip. He cried out in perfect agony and his whole body shook. 
Perhaps the punishment would be trying to hold him still. 
Elle giggled at this and you used your free hand to dig your fingers into his hip, giving his cock a firm squeeze in an attempt to make him still. 
“Stay still.” You ground out, and he quickly complied. 
You pumped your hand up and down his cock, the precum and Elle’s wetness being more than enough lube. You did have to enjoy how perfect he felt in your hand - his cock was a thing of beauty, so long and thin and so red when he was overstimulated like this. 
Your hand was fast and tight, determined to make him cum as quickly and efficiently as possible. And it took less than thirty seconds of greedy pumping to make it happen. Spencer beginning to wail like a maniac, his jaw dropped open wide and his eyes squeezed shut, his thighs shaking. 
All the while, Elle’s eyes were flickering between the sight of your hand as a blur on Spencer’s red cock and Spencer’s orgasmic face, a devilish grin growing on her. Spencer was cumming hard, his cock spurting out generous, thick ropes of cum that landed on the bed, on Elle’s strong inner thighs, and along her bare cunt and her pelvis, where she was perfectly positioned underneath him with her legs open. 
You pumped Spencer right through it, even reaching down to fondle his balls - milking him fully of a very large load that was a signature of just how long it had been since Elle had last let him cum. That thick cum seemingly going everywhere - and when he was shaking and about ready to collapse, you finally took your hand off his cock. 
“Alright, you two.” Elle announced. “Now get down on your knees and clean up your fucking mess.” 
Of course. That was the catch. That was your punishment. You had to share with Spencer. 
You wanted to complain about it, but you decided better of it. You didn’t need a vibrating plug in your ass for the better part of tomorrow because you decided to talk back. 
Spencer, still panting and dizzy, was quick to fall to his knees in front of Elle and start lapping at her pussy. He had to balance himself well with his hands still cuffed behind his back, but as usual, he was an overeager puppy. He shoved his tongue deep inside of her to taste her, rather than intentionally trying to clean up his mess. You let out a growl of annoyance and knelt down yourself, trying to shoulder him out of the way, poking your head in tightly beside his between her legs. 
“Share, asshole.” You growled, moving to grab his hair to pull him out of the way. 
“If you two don’t behave, then there’s gonna be some cages tomorrow. No keys for a week.” Elle warned in a dark voice, clicking her tongue in disappointment. 
“You better not fuck this up for me.” Spencer whispered to you, seemingly trying to talk too quietly for Elle to hear. 
“Hey-” Elle tried again, warning. 
You then decided to do something very much in the name of sharing and behaving. (You needed to act boldly, quickly - before Spencer got you both in trouble.) 
You licked a long stripe up Elle’s thigh, gathering up a healthy amount of Spencer’s cum onto your tongue before you grabbed him by the back of his hair. You yanked hard, pulling him to your mouth, shoving your tongue right into his mouth for her to see - mixing the essence of her that was already on his tongue with his cum. You purposefully made the kiss sloppy, pure tongues and very little contact of lips, like porn made for straight men. You even moaned loudly, putting on a show just for her benefit. 
Spencer easily fell for it - moaning loudly when you pulled harder on his hair, and easily following your lead as his submissive instincts kicked in. 
“That’s much better.” Elle sighed in delight.
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A/N: Please keep in mind, this is a standalone oneshot. This fic is not intended to be continued, so please do not ask for a second part or a continuation. If you like this dynamic and you would like to see it repeated in a different fic (maybe with different kinks/different circumstances), you can definitely let me know by sending me an ask - but for now, if you're going to comment on this fic, please comment about the body of work that has been written.
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marasmadness · 2 months
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Would you be interested in doing a one shot with jealous/possessive Elle Greenaway and Jennifer Jareau fighting over f!reader? They compete over her and eventually f!reader just gets fed up and is like, both is good :)
PUSH AND PULL
Jennifer Jareau x fem!reader x Elle Greenaway
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CW: Jealousy, smut, threesome, gay confusion (from about everyone except Elle), face sitting, strap-ons, slight praise & a little bit of fluff.
WC: 3315
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“Tilt your head up,” JJ instructed, cupping your chin. You closed your eyes as she painted a black stripe of eyeliner across your eyelid. You were sitting on the floor of her living room with makeup sprawled across the entirety of her coffee table after she requested that you let her do your makeup before going out tonight.
The rest of the team would be coming as well, but all of them knew that you and JJ had been more closely connected than the rest of them. Shortly after you transferred to the BAU, JJ became your best friend. The two of you were inseparable. She had invited you over early to hang out at her place before you met everyone else at the restaurant. Tonight held more anticipation than most team gatherings: There would be another guest joining you for dinner, a returning agent.
According to JJ, Elle had been an agent quite a few years ago. She was talented, but cases happened and got to her, ultimately ending in her resignation. JJ had seemed somewhat close to her, even with the short amount of time they had spent together. She thought Elle might’ve gone on to be a lawyer, but she wasn’t positive. They hadn’t spoken in a while. From the team's stories, the woman sounded incredibly fascinating, and you were eager to meet her.
The two of you arrived just on time to find Hotch with Rossi already at a table and Penelope and Emily right behind you. Morgan had offered to pick Elle up from the hotel she was staying at while in town. A waitress appeared with waters just as they walked in. Cheers and greetings rose around the table. Morgan raised his ends dramatically, as if the excitement were directed at him and not the stunning woman to his left.
She was still in a red button-down and blazer. The click of her heeled boots turned the heads of their table in her direction as she entered. Her hair was a rosewood brown, resting in waves on her shoulders. Her deep brown eyes and sharp cheekbones that sloped down to her pursed lips produced an air of intimidation. Her face broke out into a smile, and she circled the table with hugs and greetings. You, Rossi, and Emily were the three unfamiliar to her, but she greeted you warmly. She brushed her hand along her shoulder before choosing the seat directly across from you, sending Morgan to the opposite end.
Crossing her arms, JJ leaned on the table in Elle’s direction. "So, what have you been up to? I told y/n I vaguely remember plans for law school, but we haven’t heard from you in forever.”
Elle nodded, swirling the ice in her drink. "I did! I graduated five years ago and then joined a firm started by another ex-FBI agent. It's been rewarding. I miss you guys, but this is a better fit for me.” Her demeanor was admirably confident as she elaborated on a few of her most memorable cases, including the case that returned her to near Quantico
JJ kept asking the questions, but Elle’s eyes kept darting over to land on you. Eventually, once JJ had finished the typical catch-up small talk, Elle turned her attention to you. "Sorry, I came in a bit of a flurry, and you never got to introduce yourself. I know Emily took my place, so how’d you end up at the BAU?"Her questions were simple, but the way her attention was directly and entirely on you made your face flush for some unknown reason. Her chin was in her palm, leaning her elbow on the table as she hung on to your every word.
"Well, JJ was on a case overseas. I took her place. Eventually she returned when Emily returned, but I ended up sticking around anyway. I guess I made a good enough impression.” You shrugged your shoulders, sharing a brief smile with JJ.
"Nobody wanted to get rid of her,” she teased, leaning in toward the table as she whispered.
Elle laughed softly with the two of you. "I can see why,’ she said smoothly. Your lips parted in soft surprise from the sudden and effortless compliment. Elle’s lips just curled into a quick smirk before she began twisting the silver rings decorating her hands.
JJ noticed your frozen stare and brought her hand down on top of your knee, rubbing it lightly. Morgan and Emily became rowdy as usual, attracting the attention of everyone at the table. Laughter filled the booth in the corner as compliments and jabs were thrown out of mouths all in one statement. Things settled down, only slightly, when the food arrived. A few nonchalant conversations continued, but it was mostly the scrape of forks against plates. Everybody was starving. The drinks kept coming throughout the night, and everybody’s inhibitions fell to the floor. Penelope had dragged an extra chair around to sit by Morgan and Emily. Rossi and Hotch had completely left the table, engaged in a conversation with the band, who were currently taking a break. With empty space in the booth, Elle took the opportunity to slide in next to you.
Both Elle and JJ were leaning forward slightly. "So, Elle, is there anyone new, a boyfriend or girlfriend?”
Elle’s eyes darted to you for the briefest moment. Clasping her hands in her lap, she answered the question pointedly before twisting the conversation back to JJ. "No, nothing at the moment, but if I’m interested in someone, I let them know. I think it’s silly to waste your chance with someone out of fear. And what about you? Did anything ever come from that thing with-” she froze, trying to retrieve his name. "Oh, Will!”
JJ’s cheek hollowed in with distaste from old memories, and having to admit that things hadn’t worked out. "No, that ended a while ago; it just wasn’t a good match."
The fuse of a growing tension had been lit, but you had yet to notice the tight lips and slight eyerolls exchanged between them. You hadn’t been looking for tension from them in the first place; JJ had mentioned she loved Elle when she was at the BAU and had missed her.
Elle frequently sought you out through the night, constantly starting conversations. "Oh, hang on, your necklace is twisted.” She leaned toward you, her hands brushed against your neck as you adjusted the thin gold chains hanging from your neck. You froze as her hand lingered lightly against your skin, and you could smell hints of her deep cherry perfume from your close proximity.
She only pulled away when JJ’s hand clamped down on your shoulder. "Hey, run to the restroom with me?” You were up and out of your seat with the tug of her hand before you nodded. Leaning on the sink, you frowned, watching JJ become obsessive over every inch of her appearance, something she only did when she was nervous.
"Are you okay? You seem a little on edge tonight."
Her face cracked into a small smile. "Yeah, I’m okay, just feeling a bit off. You notice everything.” Her smile turned into a real one, and she wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you in for a quick kiss on the cheek. "Thank you for checking in on me.”
Elle slid back against the seat so you could slide back into the booth when you returned to the table. As you squeeze by with your hands braced on the table, you feel Elle’s hands drift up to your lower back, sending a flurry of butterflies up in your stomach. Her hands fell back into her lap as you sat down, but you caught a small smirk on her face.
Eventually the waiter started to linger around the table. You got the hint and started passing around the bills. The team walked out in a huddle, shielded from the cold, dropping everyone off at the cars. Once you reached Emily’s car, you were left alone with JJ and Elle. Morgan and Penelope had gotten distracted, lingering in the entryway. "Here, we can take you home,” you suggested without hesitation. Pulling open the door, you stepped back, allowing Elle to climb into the back seat.
"Thanks, love,” she said, squeezing your arm that she was still clinging to.
JJ became excessively touchy for the rest of the car ride. Her hand rested on your thigh permanently, and you slowly rubbed her hand up and down your leg at every stoplight. Elle seemed perfectly content in the back, focused on her text messages, while JJ started talking about what the two of you might do this weekend or breezily joining a conversation when she found a smooth opening. The fact that she wasn’t as quick to fall into JJ’s jealous state was irritating your best friend. She knew you could be quickly defensive at times, even when it was silly, but her head just wouldn't let it go when it came to you. She had always held your dating partners to higher standards than her other friends, even though very few of them ever became serious. Contrary to when she first joined the BAU as the teams communications liaison, she enjoyed time spent with you individually much more than team gatherings.
As you approached the hotel, Elle leaned forward by your shoulder, guiding you toward the parking lot of the building she was staying in. While gathering up her stuff, she stopped with her hand on the handle. "Do you guys want to come in for a moment? The best I can offer you is coffee and vending machine snacks, but I’d like to get to know you more in a quiet setting.”
“Sure!”
“ Actual-” JJ stopped when she heard the excitement in your voice and decided to remain quiet with difficulty. She took a deep breath, got out, and jogged to catch up to you and Elle, who was waiting with the door held open.
The elevator ride up was awkward to say the least. Nobody talked or barely breathed, which actually made it twice as unbearable. You were stuck between wanting to spend time with your best friend and comforting newcomers and also feeling stuck between the tension that had followed the three of you around all night but not being able to figure out its cause.
"The coffee station is down the hall if anybody wants some." Elle trailed off as she dug through her purse for the hotel’s key card.
"I can go grab three,”you offered.
"Thank you so much; it’s three rooms down on the right."
You shuffled down the mall to pour up cups for the three of you while Elle let JJ inside. Quickly pressing on three lids, you cautiously headed back down the hall. Elle’s door was still cracked open a bit, and you could hear their voices from inside.
You were ready to walk right in, but something about their tone stopped you. The jealousy and tight-lipped questions from the rest of the night seemed to have disappeared, and they were talking softly like old friends again.
"How long have you known?"
You recognized Elle’s voice as the slightly lower one and felt bad for eavesdropping, but your curiosity got the better of you. Known what? JJ told you everything, or at least that’s what you assumed.
You heard JJ sigh, and she took a moment to reply. You imagined her resting her head against her hand, like she did whenever she anxiously planned out her answer. "I honestly didn’t know until tonight. I thought I just liked her as a friend, but when the possibility of her being with someone else came up, I realized that I wanted her.”
You heard Elle release a heavy breath. Her voice became quieter, as if she had moved farther away from the door. "You have to tell her, Jay. You’ve been the closest of friends for, like, 8 years now?”
“I hate those kinds of conversations. They’re also so awkward, and I’m not good at expressing my feelings. And how would I even know if we have the attraction and chemistry aspect, not just a romantic connection?
Elle chuckled. "Sex, JJ, that would be the answer.
"Ugh, but sex with someone who I called a friend all of ten minutes before has always been awkward. It always seems restrained or calculated. I would just want to see if we could... Have fun, you know? I can’t believe I’m telling you all of this. You still have that effect on people.
"What, the one that makes people want to confess to a crush on their best friend and sex life? I think that’s just you babes.” High-pitched laughter from both of them blended together.
"If you want something new and exciting, then initiate something new and exciting. I think it would be a terrible mistake to pass up the possibility of something working out between you. I mean, have you seen her?
There was a long silence and then an exchange of gasps between them that made you think they might be having a conversation with their eyes.
“No, are you serious?”
You began to only be able to hear clips of the conversation. The rest was only in barely audible whispers that you were unable to discern.
"I mean, only if you’re interested. No strings, of course; I’ll be leaving. I do happen to be great at loosening people up, and I’m not saying I wouldn’t enjoy it. I also completely understand if your answer is no, jealousy is complicated."
Someone began approaching you from the other end of the hotel hallway, and you didn’t want to be caught seemingly eavesdropping on a hotel guest's conversation. Slipping inside, you shut the door behind you loud enough to announce your return.
"Hey darling, you can just set them on the counter over there.” Elle called out from her spot, sprawled out on the corner of her couch. JJ sat on the other end. Neither of their faces hid the effects of their conversation well, but while Elle’s was a deepening sense of confidence, JJ’s was a spreading blush and eyes darting back and forth. "Was the machine slow again? You took a minute."
You shifted your weight back and forth on the heels of your feet as you debated telling them you had overheard. Your eyes darted to the hotel door that had been propped open, possibly purposefully. Maybe you were reading into it, but you had seen the caution and paranoia that takes over FBI agents even in their personal lives. Elle should be no exception, and wouldn’t live hotel doors in the center of the city propped open. “ I um overheard snippets of your conversation and it sounded serious, so I decided I’d wait outside until you were finished.
Elle smiled softly, glancing at JJ to watch her expression just as you were. She went through every emotion in about twenty seconds. Her face grew pale with the natural instinct of being overheard, but then she almost looked more relieved. Possibly one less awkward conversation out of the way, she didn’t have to hide it like a secret from you any longer, and the ball was now in your court.
"We've been friends for years JJ. I think you already know what my response will be. I’m open to it, all of it.” The words rolled off your tongue as you tilted your head, and both women straightened up with attention.
"God,” Elle chuckled under her breath, sipping at the drink you handed her.
You smirked, tilting your head toward the bedroom a few steps away, and reveled at the way JJ’s eyes darkened with desire. Both women were silently up and behind you with soft footsteps as you climbed on the bed. They stood on the edge while you kneeled into the mattress.
Elle pulled off JJ's jacket, letting it fall to the floor. Goosebumps rose along the back of the blonde’s neck. You reached forward and tugged her closer to you by her belt, causing her breath to hiccup. You undid her belt painfully slowly while she tangled her hands in your hair. Elle was slightly turned away, undressing in front of the nightstand. Your heartbeat fluttered at the sight of a harness hanging from her hips. JJ tugged on your hair, sending sparks through your scalp. "Let me eat you out baby,” you begged, dragging your nails down her thighs with a cheshire grin.
“Sit on her face,” Elle challenged as she orchestrated your positions all while climbing up in between your legs.
JJ seemed hesitant to have her weight balanced above your mouth and gripped the headboard harshly. With gentle reassurance, you guide her downwards until she gasped at the contact of your lips brushing against her cunt. Elle spurred you on, dragging her red faux cock along your slick folds. Your hands grabbed at JJ’s ass, enjoying the soft pants that fell from her lips as your tongue explored her. Flicking her clit sent quivers through her thighs, and she moved her hands down to your chest, kneading your breasts.
It didn’t take you long to realize Elle was reacting along with you. Every time your lips closed around JJ’s clit, stimulating the sensitive bundle of nerves, Elle thrust into you with a bruising grip on your hips. Each of your movements drew JJ and consequently, yourself closer to an orgasm.
Elle’s pace suddenly quickened, causing you to moan. JJ cried out from the vibrations, digging red crescents into your skin. "Fuck,” she panted. "You're doing so good baby,” she praised, wiping the mix of juices from the corner of your mouth. Bringing her fingers to her mouth, she hollowed out her cheeks as she sucked them clean. Returning your mouth to her cunt with fresh motivation, you ran your tongue along her slit, and her thighs clenched over your ears. All sound became muted by the sound of blood rushing in your head and JJ’s murmuring off soft praises as she ran her fingers over all of your body that she could reach.
You felt your legs stretch as Elle rested your heels on her shoulders. The new angle allowed her to pound in with you at a breathtaking new angle. Just as the rough movement of her hips rocking against yours was about to transform into pain, a smooth, ecstatic feeling left your lungs traveling through your limbs with a hazy sensation.
JJ elicited a combination of moans and satisfied whimpers as her body tensed and her cum coated your lips with a trembling orgasm. Her toned thighs relaxed from alongside your head and she ran her thumbs down your flushed cheeks. When she leaned backwards, Elle supported her easily, rubbing her hands up and down JJ’s legs from behind her.
Untangling yourselves, the three of you collapsed into the sheets with heartbeats pounding out of your chests and the quick rise and fall of your lungs. After a moment, JJ rolled over, tucking her arm around your waist. Lifting her head, she peered over your head to Elle, who was smiling at JJ’s soft act of affection from across the bed.
Your eyes were fluttering in and out, not focused enough to read their lips as they mouthed back and forth to each other. Elle, on the other hand, smirked at JJ’s exaggerated mouth shapes to convey an "Oh my god.”
Elle tipped her head with her everlasting confidence, responding with a silent, "You're welcome, that was…” She was unable to string her words together for the first time all night. JJ grinned adoringly as she rested her head on the pillow beside yours, curling her chin into your neck. Your eyelids finally sank completely closed upon the touch of her warm embrace.
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neuroprincess · 2 months
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Criminal Minds - How They Cuddle (Preferences)
Classification: Fluff
Pairing: Alex Blake, Elle Greenaway, Emily Prentiss, Jennifer Jareau, Penelope Garcia and Tara Lewis
Warnings: None
Word count: +500
Alex Blake
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- She may not look it, but loves and values physical contact and this makes her a big fan of cuddling, especially on mentally exhausting days. Alex often lies on the sofa in the living room, on the sun lounger when it's hot, with a book in hand, just waiting for you to join in, once that happens she'll have her head lying against your chest, arm under your body, free hand stroking hair or gently rubbing your back while she reads silently. 
Elle Greenaway
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- She's like a cuddly bear, barely able to keep her hands off you for long and this can make her seem a bit clingy, but it's hard not to give in when she makes that cute puppy face. Elle loves to have her arm around you in any situation, stroke all your soft spots and occasionally tease you with a few tickles. If you are shorter, she will delight in laying the head on top of yours and smelling hair, fingers tracing invisible words on your skin. 
Emily Prentiss
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- Calm and intimate moments are by far her favorite, understandable considering the chaotic and tense nature of her job. Some days, Emily just wants to lie down and be held being the little spoon, feeling the comfort and tranquillity that the warmth of your body offers. Other days she wants to be face to face, running her fingertips over your face, memorizing and appreciating every detail as you talk about respective days, sharing the good and the bad things.  
Jennifer Jareau
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- In previous relationships, the blonde didn't have the habit of cuddling so often, maybe it was the dynamic or the trying to juggle work, but with you it's a necessity. There's nothing better than coming home, having a hot bath and throwing herself into the arms of her lover in bed, arms wrapped around your waist and head lying against chest, feeling your heart beat, listening to the breathing until both fall asleep. The boys are very affectionate, so spending lazy family mornings on the bed/sofa becomes habitual, sometimes watching animations. 
Penelope Garcia
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- As well as loving pet names and PDA, obviously Penelope would love to cuddle. She's vibrant, expressive and very affectionate, plus has an inexplicable obsession with your hands, she'll always be rubbing it and drawing imaginary shapes. In the privacy of home, she'll have you in her arms at any moment, hugging behind the back while preparing dinner, legs entwined and stroking soft spots on the skin when watching series, etc. And it's not as if work stops her, at the first opportunity Garcia puts you on her lap or sits on yours, holding hands, intimate conversations that make the days better.  
Tara Lewis
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- In contrast, at first she's not so keen on cuddling for no reason and gradually learns to love these moments. Tara even creates a kind of ritual, turning off the light or closing the curtains to leave the room pleasantly dark, putting on some soft background music and grabbing a blanket to cover you both up, there's nothing better than lazy afternoons in each other's arms. Her fingers stroking your hair as she gives you soft kisses on the forehead and cheeks, sharing a glass of wine between loving words. 
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alexblakegf · 1 month
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I know it's not what you usually post about, but would you do some insta post about elle and reader? (I love your blog btw) :)
thank you :)) although emily and elle never met they would’ve been besties so she’s featured.
elle greenaway x reader instagram posts
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taglist 🏷️:
@eyes-on-display @itzdarling @kathleenmikaelson
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ipseitydelrey · 4 months
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if u ever get the motivation u should write an elle greenaway nsfw alphabet 👀👀👀
omg yesss, what better character to start out with than elle 🫶
nsfw alphabet ☆ elle greenaway
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ship elle greenaway x afab!reader
warnings smutty smut smut, oral (giving and receiving), sex toys (dildos, strap-ons, vibrators), biting, mommy kink, masturbation, rough sex, slight exhibitionism, edging, quickies
a/n fun fact: in my textbook for my ethics in psych course, there are these small fictional case studies that you have to read and i kid you not, one of the names for an unethical therapist was "dr. romeo quickie." anyways, enjoy~
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A = aftercare (what are they like after sex?)
sometimes when she's feeling a little energetic after sex, she cleans you up with a warm washcloth. but most of the time, you just fall asleep in each other's arms while she whispers sweet nothings in your ear.
B = body part (their favourite body part of theirs and of yours)
she loves her mouth. she quickly noticed that whenever she talks, your eyes tend to fall to her lips and usually she would just say "my eyes are up here, babe." she also loves how her mouth anywhere on your skin just makes you want to do anything for her.
as for you, elle loves your thighs. whenever you two are sitting beside each other, maybe at a restaurant or on the couch watching tv, she tends to gently squeeze your thigh and rub her thumb on your skin. when she goes down on you, she loves to kiss and bite the inside of your thighs.
C = cum (anything to do with cum)
she wants to make you cum before she does so herself. her favourite place to cum on is your face, especially when she sits on it and has you eat her out.
D = dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)
she knows how to lap dance...and she's damn good at it.
E = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)
oh no doubt about it. with both men and women too! in fact, even if you're also quite experienced, she definitely has a thing or two about sex to teach you.
F = favourite position (this goes without saying)
she loves sitting on your face. although of course, she also likes to seat you on her thigh and have you pleasure yourself by grinding against her.
G = goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)
she's definitely more serious; her focus is all on you and how to make you feel good. rarely she would make jokes, but during aftercare, she's definitely cracking small sarcastic jokes.
H = hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
she does shave, but she has a small patch of hair that she keeps well-trimmed.
I = intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)
no rose petals, candles, etcetera, but she is tender and loving, even when she's rough. she's huge on consent, so she always makes sure you're okay with something and praises you when you say yes/no.
J= jack off (masturbation headcanon)
when she's away from you (or vice versa), she touches herself once or twice before she (or you) comes back. although sometimes she would send you videos of her masturbating. of course, if you send her nudes, she can't help it.
K = kink (one or more of their kinks)
she's more of a top, but would be willing to bottom. she also loves marking you with hickies, bites, and more. she likes putting them in places only she can see and kissing them, sometimes even biting the marks to make you writhe.
L = location (favourite places to have sex)
cars. she loves how cramped they can be because it makes you two closer together. it can also get quite heated (literally) and sweaty, and she loves how you can potentially be caught.
M = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
whenever you wear her clothes, especially dresses, she's turned on. she loves seeing you in her clothes (and she loves it even more when she takes them off of you). oh, and when you stand up to a bigot? she praises you for your confidence and absolutely rewards you for how strong you are.
N = nope (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)
elle would never hit or hurt you at all. she also would never do edgeplay (i.e. guns and knives). as someone who regularly deals with unsubs, she doesn't want to put you in any danger that could remind her of anything she herself has been through.
O = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
let's be real: elle greenaway is a pussy eating god. she eats you out like a woman starved, and damn it feels so good. and yes, while she does love receiving, she loves giving you as much pleasure as possible.
P= pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
she loves being rough and fast because it makes you loud, but when she slows down, you can bet that it's to edge and make you beg for more.
Q = quickies (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
although she doesn't particularly favour it, quickies are quite common on account of how much she's away with the b.a.u.. she does make the most out of it though, because she does like going fast, but she still prefers to take her time and make you cum again and again.
R = risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
knowing elle, she's all about risks. sometimes on days where you're visiting the b.a.u., she likes to tease you by small innuendoes and putting her pen near her mouth. when it's apparent you're hot and bothered, she takes you to the bathroom and eats your pussy out while you struggle to keep your moans to yourself.
S = sexts (yes? no? pictures?)
oh tons and tons of naughty texts are exchanged (phone calls too, which can sometimes escalate to phone sex). pics are definitely sent. when you started sending each other provocative pics, it began with tasteful pictures (clothed or if not clothed, covered with hands; cleavage, thighs, ass, etc.), but over time they escalated to full on nudes.
T= toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
strap-ons are elle's go to for pleasuring you (aside from using her tongue). she has a couple different kinds of dildos that she loves to use on you. she also uses vibrators, both on herself and you.
U = unfair (how much they like to tease)
elle loves to tease and edge you. it's so attractive to her when you beg her to let you cum or touch you. of course, she doesn't want to make it torturous for you, so she has you grind against her mouth/hands/strap-on until you're close...at which point she gives you what you want and makes you orgasm.
V= volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)
she moans more than she whimpers. and while she isn't particularly loud, she makes it apparent that she's having a good time by having the sweetest wanton moans.
W = wild card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
as someone who loves control, elle would love it if you decide to be the one in control for a night. she wants you to feel powerful and dominating in the bedroom (she mostly just wants you to ride her face).
X= x-ray (what's going on behind those panties)
again, small patch of hair she keeps neat and trimmed. other than that, her pussy is pretty and you love eating her out.
Y = yearning (how high is their sex drive? how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)
with you, sort of medium to slightly high, but when she's away, high as can be. she misses you dearly when she's without you, so when she comes back, be prepared to not walk tomorrow. regularly she can go two to four rounds and she can definitely last a good while.
Z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
she always makes sure you're comfortable and asleep before going to sleep herself. she cares for your wellbeing and wants you to know how much she appreciates and cares for you so after you have sex, you tend to fall asleep to the sound of her softly whispering "good girl, you're so amazing, you did wonderful..."
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1-800-local-slut · 4 months
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A Goodnights Sleep
Elle Greenaway is my wife, no one can say anything to me about it. Yes I am only on episode 18 of season one of Criminal Minds but if anything bad happens to her in the next 15 seasons I will become an unsub
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Elle Greenaway x Black! Fem! SSA! Reader
Reader is down bad for Elle, and Elle is down bad for her but in a less subtle way
Warnings: a few mentions of throwing up, mentions of Elle dying but nothing happens to her, Elle being a lil grumpy, reader and Elle get called in late at night, takes place in season one episode 15, Unfinished Business. (Also this was a tad bit more self indulgent than all my other works, so the reader wears glasses because I wear glasses), allusions to smut. It's long because she's my gf and deserves the world. Enjoy!
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Just 45 minutes ago, I was fast asleep. Elle in my apartment, cuddled up under the warm covers, the smell of Elle's shampoo aiding my sweet dreams. Then, the moment of peace was destroyed.
It started slow, then the noise seemed to get louder, slowly invading my dreams and shaking me brutally awake. It was like someone was slowly pulling my covers off my body. Like an evil coldness seeping into my bones while I slept. I squinted my eyes open, pushing the my scarf up from my eyes and groaned.
Our phones sat on the nightstand closest to her, both lighting up buzzing loudly against the wood.
"Ellie."
I muttered still under the haze of sleep. In my defense, she was closer to our phones than I was. She laid totally still, chest rising and falling peacefully. The chimes of both of our phones going off at the same time made an ugly noise that ripped through my bedroom and ripped me further from sleep the longer it continued.
"Ellie!" I swatted her perfect ass, and she jumped up a bit.
"Hm?" She hummed in a state of slight alarm.
"Phone." I mumbled.
"What?" With a small stretch she propped herself up on her arms and ran a hand down her sleepy face. Even tired, she still looked perfect.
"Phone. Answer." The order was brief but after a moment, I heard her press the off button on my phone and grab hers. She hissed, the bright light searing her eyes and hit the answer button
"Greenaway." She bit back a yawn, I bit back a curse. Of course it was work. In hindsight, if both of our work phones were ringing it would be work calling but still. Of course.
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After dozing off while brushing my teeth and stabbing myself in the back of the throat, I sat parked outside Elle's apartment waiting for her to come out in her work clothes. I would've laughed at the memory of Elle hopping out the shower, patting me on the back furiously as I gagged. I dropped to my knees, still covered in water from our shower, her still covered in the soap she was rinsing off her body. If only it was a funny thing that happened while getting ready to go to work for the morning.
The dark sky was taunting me, and all I could try to do to keep myself awake was stare off through the windshield and continuously check that I had locked the car doors after Ellie hopped out.
I wanted to be back in my bed, in my mumu and bonnet with my girlfriend. Not on my way to work where I can't be all over her, showering her face (and everywhere else) with kisses because we'll get called into HR for sexual misconduct.
But life isn't perfect in the slightest. Shaken from my pessimistic thoughts by my lady coming back into the car, I sighed. Tossing her bag in the back seat with mine, she pulled her seat belt on and I slipped my crocs back on so I could drive.
"You have everything?" I asked, my voice still rough from the early hour. I hadn't even bothered to put on proper makeup, abandoning my usual lip liner and gloss combo and just putting on a bit of lip gloss and mascara.
"Sadly." She responded gruffly. With a wry smile, I pressed a kiss to her hand leaving a glossy stain on her. She tried to smile back at me but she sighed after a minute and my heart cracked.
As much as she tried not to make it noticeable, Elle had been feeling down lately. About how her life was going, about what career she chose. And the thing about Elle is there's nothing you can do for her unless she wants you to do it.
"Let's just get there and we'll just have to sleep on the plane." It was the best I could do for her. Under the light of the moon, she shut her eyes and let out a fake sob.
"Oh god, don't say 'on the plane', because now I'm scared we'll have to go somewhere." Running her hands just over her face, I held up my large giant mug, and she took a sip from the straw. Her slender fingers tilted the straw to me and I look a sip in response. Placing the cup down, I put the car into reverse and began to back out of the parking lot.
"It's what the go bags are for baby." I grumbled.
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I threw my coat down at my desk, listening to Spencer, Derek and Hotch speak about whoever it is we were called to meet.
Saying I was listening is a lie, I was actually staring at Elle like always. Her long lashes and full lips were basically calling me, saying 'lets run back home before these guys can catch us'. Her eyes met mine and I shot her a wink. A smile that warmed my heart was her response. Sure, the tired bags under my eyes weren't sexy but I wasn't trying to be. I just wanted to be let her know there was someone here for her in all this mess.
Being woken up in the middle of the night due to a murder case wasn't thrilling. In fact, it was really disheartening. To be woken up and instantly reminded how evil the world is always hurts. You can go to bed thinking of how many people you saved, how many people you kept alive, how many people you got justice for. Then you wake up the next morning and you're told there's another one and their worse than the last.
You'll go to bed that night, thinking 'if only I knew about this guy sooner, I could've stopped him sooner, I could've kept these people alive' but you learn how to live with the knowledge you can't save everyone and be grateful that you did save somebody. Elle was different though Every night, she to goes to bed thinking 'there's people out there I should be catching'. As her girlfriend, it's my job to keep her mind off the bad. And if I have to do that by making corny jokes and winking at her when I look half dead then I'll do it until I die.
Slipping behind her I took her hand in mine, just for a few moments. Out of sight of everyone (at Elle's behest of always wanting to look professional. Me personally? I always wanted everyone to know how much I loved my Ellie) I ran a manicured nail over her hand and Elle motioned for me to bend a bit. Crouching down, Elle pressed a soft kiss to my braids.
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Reid read the letter, as I scribbled notes in my notebook, my glasses perched on my nose.
The Keystone Killer had eluded Max Ryan sometime ago, and now he was apparently back. But did it need to be in the middle of the night? I twirled my pen in between my fingers, and bit my lower lip. Everything about this case just made me grumpier and grumpier. A cold case, reactivated, called in the middle of the night, and a man with some abhorrent manners playing SSA. Great.
"He got away?" Morgan asked, sleeves rolled up. Part of me was angry that he just always looked good no matter how tired he was. The other part was really hungry for some reason. Elle's eyes met mine and she blinked at me with a look that said
'Kill me now, I want to go home.'
I shook my head in response and gave her my own look that said 'no can do babe'.
"Would we have woken you up if caught him?" Then silence. My eyebrow shot up and Elle's eyes caught mine and once again we shared a look. The greatest thing about being a lesbian was that women understand each other in a way men can never understand. This was certainly one of those moments.
'Oh??' Elle's eyes basically screamed and I pursed my lips as if to say
'Me personally, I would never take that' and Elle bit her bottom lip, hiding a smile. I smiled lightly, glancing back down at my notepad as Gideon cleared his throat.
Eventually, I spaced out (which I honestly shouldn't have, if anyone found out about that I could've gotten yelled at but I got the overall gist) and JJ entered with yet another victim. Carla Bromwell.
"Take a look, see what you can see." JJ announced handing me the paper. I frowned deeply, fixing my glasses and taking an apprehensive sip of my coffee.
My specialties were stalking crimes, crimes of sexual harassment and I had a medical Ph.D under my belt along with a Ph.D of Forensic Science in the works, and a Ph.D in psychology, I was usually the first one to look at a body after police. Still this picture (maybe it was just because I was so sleepy) did nothing for me.
"I'm not seeing anything special. Well other than a bag on her head but there's no abrasions on her neck, there's no bruises on her face or anything suggesting he had to fight her down. I'd have to see her." I sighed miserably, placing the paper back down. I felt last nights dinner coming back up. Dead bodies were nothing new, but I was already in a crappy mood then I had to examine a corpse. It would make any woman's stomach turn.
A soft hand brushed against mine, and I tensed up for a moment. It was Elle. She was never one for affection at work (but once that clock hit 6:00 good luck, keeping her off me) but seeing me stifle vomiting all over the table must've given her a bit of leeway. Leeway I was grateful for.
"I'll meet you all on the plane in 30." Hotch announced, heading to the door leaving us all in his irritated wake. Elle's head lolled back and she kept him lips pursed together to hide her frustration.
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"Bab- sorry," Elle corrected herself, before uttering my name. I was looking around the crime scene, the bright curtains of Carla Bromwell's home blinding me. Cops bumbled around me, and I readjusted my gloves over my hands while Elle, Agent Ryan and Gideon began the examination of the body.
"Can you come take a look at this?" I nodded silently, in truth I was trying to keep my coffee down. Bye no means was this the hardest thing to look at that I've ever seen. Yet something about this case was just...bothering me. Keeping my mouth shut as much as possible was the best course of action.
"No bruising around the wrist, ankles or neck, like you said earlier. There's a lot of blood in this bag though, she got hit with something heavy." Elle pointed out to me. Yet for some reason I just stood there. Staring down at the body, not in shock or disgust but in something else.
Her hair was dark and short, like Elle's and in a weird way she looked like Elle would when she was older. When I stood in silence for a minute, I got some odd looks.
"Are you alright, Doctor?" Gideon asked me, while Elle placed a gloved hand on my shoulder. I couldn't speak. I couldn't move, I couldn't do anything. I was stuck, every part of my body screaming at me not to throw up all over this dead lady.
"Is she having a stroke?" Agent Ryan asked. If I wasn't currently catatonic and a weird feeling of panic wasn't filling me from my toes to the top of my head I would've politely told him to piss off.
"Baby?" Elle whispered in my ear.
"I'm here." She whispered, taking my hand in hers. She stood behind me, her hand on my shoulder and the other holding my hand. Shutting my eyes, I took a deep breath. Elle was here. She was holding my hand and telling me she was right there. She wasn't some poor dead lady in a bag.
'But she could be.' a small voice in the back of my head nagged.
'You could be standing over her next, examining her body because some bastard got through you and got his hands on her.'
Elle's a big girl, she can handle herself. I'll always be there for Elle. Pushing down the thoughts, I shook my shoulders and opened my eyes. Now to address the meltdown I nearly had.
"My apologizes, I was a bit too deep in thought. The blood slipped out rather narrowly, not from smaller openings created by a large hit. It's one cut, a narrow but deep one." Bending down, I ignored the curdling in my guts. Elle moved her hand, the comforting weight gone.
I glanced over, seeing the opening.
"A swift beat down but not with the murder weapon." I mused.
"A surprise attack, probably." Agent Ryan revealed and Elle placed a hand back on my shoulder. I clasped it, and nodded that I was fine and we could talk about it later.
"The puzzle said, 'No fight',-" Elle began.
"I know what the puzzle said." Ryan interjected. For the second time silence filled the room. I stared at him, a blank look on my face as I thought of something. Anything I could say to this man.
Elle's neck snapped towards him quickly, and if I wanted to vomit anywhere, it was on this guy.
"My partner is entirely competent, thank you." I snapped at him as politely as I could. The nerve! The gal! The balls! The audacity! God forbid women say anything I suppose. Elle nodded slightly and I noticed her swallow. When Elle's ability's were questioned it either hit her and hurt her or hit her and bounced off. This time it hurt her.
Rolling my eyes, I bent a bit, examining the body some more. Then a few more moments passed and Elle made the decision to go look out a rear window, of course to Ryan's disapproval. Then again what wasn't to Ryan's disapproval?
"I'm going to take a look around some of the other rooms." I announced. Truth be entirely told, if I had to stay in here any longer I was going to fight this man. Elle stood by the door, and I couldn't help but notice her perk up when I announced my departure. In truth I wasn't going to examine shit, I was going to go find a nice corner and stand in it, out of everybody's way. I quite literally did my job already.
"Is there another body that needs your inspecting Dr.?" Fighting back the urge to say 'there's about to be,' and then stab him with my pen was a feat I'll forever be proud of.
"I do more than examine bodies, Agent Ryan. As an SSA I have the jurisdiction to involve myself in all facets of examining a crime scene, including but not limited too corpse examination. By all means you are welcome to follow me but there are some things I won't be able to communicate with you as you are no longer an active agent. Do you have any other questions?" With a tight lipped smile, I stood silently. When in doubt, kill them with kindness even when fake.
"No, thank you for your help Doctor." Gideon sighed, running a palm over his face.
"You're welcome, please call me if you need help with anything else." With a nod, I fought off the urge to run out of the room. Elle followed me down the hallway and we both fought off fits of the giggles that appeared whenever we were together.
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After the day we had, Elle and I were now in our hotel room. My hotel room actually. Personally, I didn't care if everyone knew what we were doing in our shared hotel room because we're two grown adults who just so happen to like women. If it were Morgan no one would bat an eye if they knew he was getting freaky in his room. I don't even think anyone on the team would actually care. Still, Elle didn't like the idea of giving any allusion to our private business.
Every mission we go on, Elle goes on a crusade 'no sex while we're chasing a murderer' but then after a few hours she can't keep her hands off me and can't focus on work until I focus on her. It's really just adorable.
I laid on my back, in my bra and Elle sat behind me, my head resting on her stomach so I could watch TV over my boobs. She ran her hand over my bonnet and I glanced up at her, seeing our matching bra sets. The second best part about being a lesbian was that you could have the perfecting matching outfit with your partner every time. Right down to the bra and underwear.
My eyes focused on the episode of South Park playing, and my body felt warm and peaceful for the first time today. From the moment we were dragged out of sleep, I had what could only be described as cold sweats all day. Like when you eat too much of a certain food and it just makes you sick.
Now I was safe. Wrapped in what can only be described as a bundle of love. The hotel room was a pleasing set of warm color tones that made me so happy that I was about to repaint my apartment the exact colors. The TV played in the background of our serene scene, Elle's soft hands never stopped drawing small circles on my skin, and we had the heat on so we could sleep without clothes on. Even better? I ordered room service.
"So do we want to talk about today? You really scared me babe." Elle asked while sliding over so my head was no longer on her stomach. With a soft 'pouf' my head hit the pillow as a new episode started.
Cuddling up next to me, Elle took my hand once more and I wrapped my other arm around her, while sliding up a bit so I could still see the TV. I knew she'd want to talk about it. I'm just glad she waited until I was comfortable and relaxed enough to discuss it.
"I don't want to talk about it, but the right thing to do is discuss it. I panicked today and I'm sorry baby. I just...she looked like you would when you get older. Then I thought 'someone could get her' and I was so scared. I almost puked all over that lady." I shuddered and Elle let out a soft noise.
"You were making your throw up face. I was scared I'd have to run you to the window." Elle traced her fingers over my stomach and I caught her hand, before she could get to my rib cage to try and tickle me.
Glancing down at her with a raised eyebrow I laughed.
"I do not have a throw up face." With weak protest, I grinned. This job took it's tolls on both of us, and I was just happy that I had Elle to help me through mine.
"You do, your eyes get all small and your lips get really dry." She explained, running a thumb over my lips. Thankfully my lips certainly weren't dry now, knowing I just put on some chapstick. Mango flavored just the way I knew she loved.
My voice dropped a bit and I cupped her chin.
"How do you know my lips get dry?" I asked looking deep into her eyes. With a smirk she licked her bottom lip. Gorgeous green eyes looked into my brown ones.
"I'm totally not staring at them." She smiled, bringing her face closer to mine.
"Oh yeah?" I pressed my lips to hers, and tasted her cherry lip balm.
"Mhmm." She hummed, as she slipped her tongue into my mouth and cupped my face. I teasingly bit her lower lip and she pushed her body into mine. We pulled apart, after I needed to breath and she followed my lips but I held my head away while we both caught our breaths.
Pressing her forehead to mine, I let out a small giggle.
"I love you. And no one's gonna get their hands on me, I promise. I'm always gonna be here for you, and I'm so thankful that you're always there for me." Ellie promised me and I felt my heart swell. I knew Elle was crazy over me just like I was for her. Yet whenever I hear her say it, it's like waves crashing into me.
"I love you more." I responded, taking her lips in another kiss. Then that kiss turned into two more, then a few more trailing down her body and in between her legs.
And this time, there was nothing that interrupted our peaceful moment, nothing that interrupted our sleep afterwards, and nothing woke us up except our alarms the next morning.
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tenpintsofsundrop · 7 months
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The Perfect Brat
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Dom!Elle Greenaway x Dom!Fem!Reader x Sub!Spencer Reid (Smut Blurb)
Concept: Spencer acts up. You and Elle put him in his place. It's an unconventional relationship, but it works so well.
Word Count: 2,900
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Warnings: this is primarily a smut fic; she reader uses she/her pronouns and has a vagina; this could be read with or without considering the major canon events; dom/sub dynamics - Dom!Elle, Dom!Reader, Sub!Spencer (he is definitely more of a brat in this and I had so much fun writing it); implications of an ongoing poly relationship between the three of them; punishment and reward (Spencer is punished for being mouthy/talking back); size difference kink/reverse size kink (the reader loves how skinny and easy to toss around Spencer is); Spencer is spanked, Spencer is gagged with his own tie (the tie is also used like a leash on him); general rough play; Spencer calls the reader 'Miss'; undertones of humiliation kink, mentions of subspace, mentions of pain kink, Spencer is called a whore, a slut a stupid brat; degradation kink (towards Spencer); mentions of paddling; mentions of jealousy; bondage - Spencer has his hands tied behind his back; Spencer wears a cockring; orgasm restriction (toward Spencer); Spencer is forced to watch while Elle fucks the reader with a strap-on (the reader is a bottom between Elle and the reader, but she still is 100% a dom in this); as mentioned - strap-on sex (Elle fucks the reader with a strap-on); crying kink (Spencer is pretty when he cries); mentions of pegging (from Elle toward Spencer); hair pulling (reader receiving); Elle is called 'Mistress'; the reader and Elle could both be considered mean in this. I hope that's everything and I haven't missed anything important.
A/N: the inspiration behind this is actually so funny. I was working on the second part of Lessons For A Genius and I literally thought to myself 'Spencer is too nice in this. he's too well behaved' - and then I started thinking about a fic where Spencer is a bratty sub and gets punished, and then in that scenario, Elle suddenly appeared in my head (I guess because Elle has such dom energy and she's always bossing Spencer around in the show, this is just too real, they have so much chemistry) - and next thing I know I was opening another tab to write this because I couldn't help myself. So I hope you guys enjoy it!! I would love to write more fics where Spencer is a bratty sub in the future. I just love writing sub!Spencer in general. (some people have asked me to write dom!Spencer and I am warming up to it very, very slowly.) anyway, please enjoy!
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You were in the room for less than thirty seconds when Spencer’s pants were down. 
Usually, something like this occurred out of pure lust or need. Spencer was a very needy boy. It was rare that you felt this much annoyance building up inside of you. It was rare that you tore off his clothes out of anger. 
But he had mouthed off to you in front of the local cops, whining that you ‘weren’t his mother’ when you asked him how many cups of coffee he’d had that day and advised him to drink some water. It had been a sassy comeback that had several of the men in the room laughing, and at the time, Spencer had been grinning into that ill-advised seventh cup of coffee, thinking that you couldn’t see him. 
It was something that got a warm rage simmering inside of you. 
Generally, he had been the biggest kind of brat all day. He had been mouthing off, even going so far as to talk back to Hotch when given orders. And you weren’t taking too kindly to it. 
He had to know who was in charge. He had to know that you wouldn’t stand for him being a mouthy brat. 
The door to the hotel room had barely closed behind you before you had his belt undone, the heft of the leather causing the fabric of his slacks to drop to his ankles. This left him entirely exposed from the waist down, feeling a rush of vulnerability, knowing he was in trouble. His stomach clenched in anticipation. You weren’t entirely surprised to find that he wasn’t wearing underwear. He had been acting out all day because he was feeling needy, apparently. 
Before he could speak, only uttering out a few half hearted protests, you shoved him hard. He was so skinny, so easy to push around, it was almost laughable. You pushed him until you had him exactly where you wanted him - bent over the dresser in the middle of the room. It was a chest of drawers with an attached vanity mirror, forcing him to bend over it and brace his hands on the surface so he could look at himself in the mirror. 
So he could stare himself down and face all of his beautiful shame as you tore him apart. 
“Look, Miss, please-” He stuttered out. 
Clearly he was still trying to come back from this, still trying to grovel, trying to apologize. 
But it was too late for that. You had decided that during the car ride back. 
“Shut up.” You told him gruffly. 
You reached around his body to his front and grabbed his tie, slipping it slightly loose before you brought it partway up his head. He was confused by this, until you slipped the loop into his mouth, effectively gagging him. You then spun it so the length of the tie was at the back of his head. You tightened it harshly then, causing him to moan as the fabric scuffed sorely against the sides of his mouth. 
But that wasn’t all. 
You yanked back on the length of the tie as though it were a leash, pulling his tall body into a tense arch, forcing him to be exactly where you wanted him to be. He moaned deeply as a wave of pleasurable pain shot through his body, his back cracking slightly as you forced him into such an uncomfortable position. Your other hand was on his lower back, keeping his hips pinned against the edge of the dresser as you forced his neck back as far as it would go. 
His muscles quivered and tears easily came to his eyes. His cock throbbed harshly with all of it. He always needed to be put in his place. He needed his head to be emptied as the control was taken away from him - as he was owned wholly, his body and mind no longer his own. 
When you were sure that he would stay like this, the subspace setting in and making him slightly more compliant, you moved the hand on his lower back. This forced him to hold the position on his own, his legs becoming shaky - but he didn’t move to make himself more comfortable, which did cause you to grin. 
Then, you hauled your hand back, delivering a harsh spank across his bare ass cheek. 
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You bit out harshly. “I know I did not train you to be such a fucking brat.” 
You delivered another spank, his soft skin already turning red from your hits. Your palm was stinging slightly, but you didn’t care. It gave you a certain thrill, and it was worth teaching him a lesson if his ass was sore tomorrow and he remembered this. Usually not being able to sit right did help him remember to behave. 
All Spencer could do was moan in response, being very effectively gagged by his own tie. His cock was angry and hard, trapped between his pelvis and the edge of the dresser as you punished him. 
“You’re just a needy little whore, aren’t you?” 
You barked, pulling his neck back even harder. This caused him to whine out in pain, such a beautiful sound that had you dizzy with pleasure as your ego swelled. You pulled him closer to you and placed your lips close to his ear, hissing the next words near his cheek with malice. 
“What’s wrong? The needy slut doesn’t get enough attention?” 
“Come on, Y/N, take it easy on him,” Elle chuckled from the corner, taking a sip of her drink. 
She had ridden with Morgan, so she had made it to the room an easy five minutes before you and Reid had. And thus far, she had been heavily enjoying the show that the two of you were putting on. But she did think you were being a bit too rough considering that Reid was a bit lippy on a good day. 
“Oh, I need to take it easy?” You chuckled sarcastically, looking over your shoulder at her. 
You tossed your hold on the tie, letting Spencer’s body relax forward slightly while you assessed Elle. He let out a whimper of relief, but didn’t make any further noise to draw attention to himself - not wanting the two of you to gang up on him and make his punishment even worse. (The two of you were devious minds, and when you worked together, it was a beautiful kind of destruction.) 
Sitting there, Elle was smug as ever, staring you and Spencer down with a clear heat in her eyes. 
“Last time you paddled him, he couldn’t walk for a week.” You added on, bringing up the memory to try and prove your point. 
“He was flirting with that waitress, he deserved it.” Elle said, speaking as though it was the obvious thing in the world. 
Generally speaking, you weren’t even sure if Spencer knew how to flirt. You thought that for the most part he just didn’t know when other people were flirting with him and didn’t know when to deflect it to stop it from pissing you and Elle off. But you had enjoyed it too much to argue with Elle about it - his bright red ass and awkward gait for the week following that paddling had just been too good. 
You used the tie-leash and a tight hold on one of his hips to spin Spencer around, tossing him onto one of the double beds in the room. He landed roughly on his stomach with a light bounce. He let out a jagged moan as his exposed cock scraped against the cheap hotel bedspread. But - true to form, trying to prove that he was a good boy, he did nothing more than lay there, staying perfectly still where you had put him. 
Elle grinned at him before she looked back to you. 
“So, what do you think we should do with him?” You asked, putting a hand on Spencer’s shoulder to flip him over onto his back, presenting him to her like a filthy prize. 
Spencer whimpered quietly and blinked up at you and Elle with big, wet eyes, clearly thinking that the puppy dog look could get him some sympathy. But there was no chance of mercy. He had already made his bed, and he was going to get fucked in it.
“I have a few ideas.” Elle chuckled. 
… 
That was how Spencer ended up in his current position. 
He was sitting in the chair that Elle had previously been sitting in, stripped completely naked. A light sheen of sweat had formed over his skin, causing his hair to stick to his forehead in that beautifully desperate way. His hands were tied behind his back with his own belt, and a cockring was secured around the base of his needy, throbbing cock. 
There was no possible way for him to get relief. Even if he became so desperate as to hump the furniture, all that he would get was a fruitless, horrible dry orgasm. The cockring so tight around him definitely assured that. And with his hands tied behind his back, he couldn’t take it off. Especially not with the way the two of you were keeping a watchful eye on him. 
You and Elle certainly weren’t going to let him get away with anything. 
He certainly wasn't going to get out of your line of sight. That was the whole point. 
The bulk of his punishment was to watch. 
To watch you and Elle and not be allowed to touch his needy, throbbing cock. To have a feast of sights before him, but be stuck, not allowed to cum. Not even allowed to feel the slightest bit of relief against his pathetic dick until you or Elle decided that he’d had enough. 
“Please.” Spencer begged hopelessly. 
His hips arched up into the air slightly, humping into nothing, fruitlessly seeking contact. His cock dribbled out precum, almost as if the pretty pink cockhead was weeping out in protest, trying to show his deep, unsatisfied need. 
“Please!” He bawled. “I’ll be a good boy! I promise!” 
His voice was so beautifully wrecked. It sent a wave of pleasurable tingles right through you. 
“Did you hear that?” Elle chuckled behind you. “He promises.” She cooed these words mockingly. 
Both of you knew that it wasn’t a promise he could keep for too long. 
Elle huffed out a devilish laugh as she raked the sharpness of her nails across your back. She sounded just as amused as you were watching Spencer’s pathetic attempts to get back on both your good sides. 
“I fucking doubt it.” You grunted back breathlessly. 
“If he wasn’t so pathetic, I might take pity on him.” Elle said, her voice taking on that mean edge that she knew Spencer loved. 
He moaned at the words, his hips flexing up once again. Unlike when he played poker, during sex, he always gave away all his cards, always showed what pleased him most and what his weakest spots were. It was one of the reasons you loved taking him apart so much. One of the reasons you loved owning him. 
“If you were a ‘good boy’, you’d shut up and watch me fuck your precious Miss without complaining,” Elle said, continuing to mock him, fucking her hips harder into you to drive home her point. 
She had you in the middle of the bed, perfectly on display for Spencer - on your hands and knees, completely stripped naked. The two of you were a perfect visual tease for him - with Elle in her bright red lacy bra, a commanding presence behind you with her thick seven inch strap-on buried in your wet, wanting pussy. You were absolutely enjoying yourself as she fucked in and out of you with an intense roughness. 
Most of the time, the two of you teamed up as a wicked force against Spencer - and combined, you were a deadly sinful team. But when the two of you took the time to enjoy pleasuring each other, it was a rough, chaotic slice of heaven. Like lighting clashing against itself in the best way. 
When you did let her fuck you, you weren't whiny or submissive to her wills. You took it well, never begged for it. And she understood you and what you needed - the feeling of a thick cock splitting you open, that rough touch that Spencer never gave you because he was so subservient to your will. You loved the fact that she didn’t treat you like a glass doll. 
“Please!” Spencer tried again, going directly against Elle’s order to sit there and shut up. 
You weren’t sure if it was him playing up again or if he actually thought he could talk his way out of this somehow. 
“Please, let me touch you! Let me help you cum! Let me service you, Miss! I’ll be so good!” Spencer begged, his words dissolving into sobs as the desperation heightening within him. 
“What? You think you’re allowed to touch this pussy? You think you should be allowed?” Elle growled, fucking into you so hard that it caused a wet smacking to resonate through the room - something that made Spencer want you even more. 
You laughed in response to Spencer’s whiny antics, and the incredible fake cock plunging into you from behind - a sound that dissolved into a loud moan when Elle reached around and rubbed your clit, clearly wanting even more from you. 
Elle hammered her hips against you like she hated you, fucked into your pussy with a brutal passion. She was partially trying to show Spencer what he was missing out on, a deadly ache growing in his gut when he thought about the emptiness he felt without her perfect fake cock. Because he did spend a fair amount of time fucked out and drooling on her strap when she wanted to fuck him with it - from either end. 
And she was partially trying to get you to be messier, wetter, louder, putting on more of a show for him. The more beautiful and pornographic you were, the more effective his punishment was (not that it was hard for you to become a walking sex dream, as gorgeous as you naturally were). 
Elle loved to fuck you like this - she loved having your tight pussy hugging the silicone of her cock. You were a challenge. You didn’t simply beg for her cock, your body didn’t just mold and bend to her wills because she touched you with strong hands. You always fucked your hips back into her twice as hard, and you laughed and snarled back if she called you a dirty bitch. 
It was part of the reason that the two of you so perfectly destroyed someone as needy and submissive as Spencer. Spencer, the type of person who got whiny and started acting up if he didn’t get enough attention from either of you in the run of a day. 
“I’ll be good!” Spencer whined. “Please! Please, just touch me! I promise I won’t do it again!” 
His eyes had become as wet as his cock, the tip glistening with precum as tears dripped from the corners of his eyes, his entire being reeking of desperation and uncontained lust. 
“Do you even know what you did this time, you stupid brat?” Elle prodded, her voice dark and lacking any sweetness as she spat the words across the room at him. 
Spencer let out a wounded sound that was barely recognizable - perhaps he was trying to compose himself to speak, perhaps he was truly clueless. 
He could be so mouthy sometimes, but most of the time, he didn’t even recognize his sass as a problem. 
“What makes you think you’re worthy to touch her? What makes you think that you get to touch her after being such a dumb brat all day?” Elle teased him. 
She emphasized her words by yanking back on your hair, delivering a pleasurable amount of pain that made you moan out as she continued to harshly thrust her hips into your wet cunt. 
“What makes you think that a brat like you gets to touch these perfect tits?” Elle mocked him, leaning over you to grope roughly at your swaying breasts. Of course, just to show him what he couldn’t have and heavily enjoying your body in the process. 
You chuckled at this, enjoying the way Spencer’s features twisted up in displeasure. Clearly he was whiny, wanting so badly to touch you - but he hadn’t earned it. Not tonight. 
He let out a few more tears before he spoke again. 
“I’m sorry.” He sniffled quietly. “I’m a bad boy. I’ve been bad.” 
“Why?” You heaved out, breathless from Elle’s efforts. “Why are you bad?” 
“Good boys don’t talk back.” Spencer finally admitted, his voice weak with defeat. 
“Look, the genius finally figured it out.” Elle commented, beautiful condescension dripping through her voice. 
“Good!” You huffed, fucking your hips harshly back into Elle’s cock while you locked eyes with Spencer’s wet, glassy ones. “Now keep your whiny fuckin’ mouth shut while Mistress fucks me, and maybe - fuck - and maybe I won’t keep that cockring on you all day tomorrow.” 
Spencer whined harshly at this, but didn’t protest. Elle grinned, planting a kiss on the back of your neck before she dug her nails into your hips and fucked you faster.
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marie-swriting · 6 months
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veeluvss · 3 months
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✮⋆˙ christmas retreat
day 3 of 12 days of Christmas !
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Elle takes you away for a Christmas holiday
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A few hours later, she began waking you up. She played with your hair and blew softly on your face making you giggle.
“Wakey wakey baby,” she muttered.
“Why?” You questioned. You were away on holiday, you didn’t want to be awake.
“We’ve got plans,” she said. “Plus it’s snowing.”
You gasped and jumped up. You adored the snow! You launched out of the bed and Elle just laughed as you went to the window and whipped open the curtains. Sure enough, snow was falling, settling a blanket of serenity across the view. Trees rose all around the cabin you were in and the snow was so pretty. It was as if a million tiny angels were flying down from the heavens.
“It’s almost as pretty as you,” Elle whispered, coming over. She snaked her arms around your waist and put her head on your shoulder. You smiled and tried to hide your blush as you stared, together, at the peaceful scene.
“Okay, are you sure you're ready to go?” Elle asked. You nodded and double checked your pockets.
“Awesome, let’s go.”
You headed out into the thick snow and laughed as Elle immediately groaned.
“It’s pretty but so impractical,” she muttered, locking the door.
“Yeah,” you said, not paying attention. You kneeled down in the snow and took a handful of it. You manipulated it into a tight ball as Elle began to turn around.
“Y/N…” she warned. A devilish smirk spread across your face as you threw the snowball towards her. It exploded as it collided with her chest and you laughed loudly. She gasped, standing there frozen in shock.
“Oh you’re going to get it now,��� she smirked and began picking up piles of snow and just throwing them at you willy nilly. You howled as you ran away, into the trees, being chased by your snow covered girlfriend; who was shit at throwing snowballs.
After your playful diversion, you ended up in a sweet, log cabin cafe. You’d grabbed the best seats in front of the flickering fire and Elle was ordering you both hot chocolates and some mince pies. You loved this time of year. You piled your snow coat, scarf and other cold remedies onto the armchair and sat down on the love seat. You felt so at peace. Away from work, away from all the nasty criminals who didn’t take breaks for the holidays. Elle had made you save up your holidays for this week, she’d been planning it for a while. You felt like a princess.
The cabin you were staying at was the best holiday you’d ever been on. You craved comfort and warmth and even though you were surrounded by snow, having chunky blankets, gentle fires, hot cocoa, books, christmas films and the most amazing, cuddly girlfriend, made your soul warm.
“One hot chocolate for the baby,” Elle said. She handed you the mug, as big as your face, and you gasped. In a beautiful swirl on top was whipped cream covered in chocolate sprinkles, marshmallows and a small gingerbread man stuck out the side.
“This is insane!” you said.
“Only the best for you my darling,” she smiled and sat beside you. You blushed again..
“Thank you, baby.”
“You’re most welcome.”
You stayed in silence for a while, drinking your drinks and watching the fire burn away. Elle’s fingers brushed the outside of your thigh and you sighed contently.
“Angel,” she whispered. You turned your head to look at her, urging her to continue. “Do you ever think about marriage?” Your heart skipped and a smile emerged. You didn’t say anything for a few minutes, staring at her eyes and thinking about marrying her. How gorgeous she’d look in a dress, heading towards her as you walk down the isle. Feeling her lips on yours after you pour your hearts out to each other. Thinking about dancing with her all night long, hand in hand and spending the rest of your life with her.
“Do you?” she asked again, moving her hand to your hair. She turned, pulling her leg up so she was facing you properly.
“I do.”
“Geez, I only asked if you thought about it -” she laughed and you laughed too, noticing the pun.
“I do think about it. Regularly,” you admitted.
“Really? And you want it?”
“With you I do.”
“With me?” she blushed and you nodded, moving closer to her on the love seat. “You want to marry me?”
“I’ve wanted to marry you since the day I met you,” you replied, looping your arm around her waist. She didn’t sat anything. You put your head on her chest and joined both hands behind her. She wrapped her arms around you, pulling you closer and you felt her kiss your head.
“I know-” she began then paused. You waited, feeling her heart pound in her chest. You lifted the edge of her top and began drawing small circles with your thumb on her skin. “I know this probably is awful timing and I will make ot perfect for you eventually but-”
“Spit it out Greenaway,” you giggled as she paused again. She hit your back gently and you smiled, looking up at her from her chest. She looked down at you.
“Will you marry me y/n?” You moved up and took her lips into a deep kiss.
“Yeah, yeah I think I will.”
You got your ring a week later and she asked you again. Christmas day you got matching jewlery set for the ring and she asked you again. The night before your wedding, she asked you again and when you reached the end of the isle and took her hands in yours, she asked again.
“I will marry you a million times over Elle. I love you, forever.”
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Fic Name: Duty Calls
Pairing: Jennifer Jareau x reader x unsub Elle
Words: 9K+
Warnings: Angst, kidnapping, miscommunication
Content: Okay so this was the first fic I ever wrote, I haven’t published this yet because I thought it was too long lol, anyways this is a fic about you falling in love with JJ and JJ falling in love with you, unfortunately Elle Greenway (your bestfriend) has a problem with it but you can’t quiet figure it out.
Also if something is in italics it means that the conversation is happening at the same time as the other in the scene!
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Duty Calls
I had known Elle Greenaway for just under 7 months, she grew to be one of my closest friends from the BAU, we were practically like sisters, when one of us were not there, people would always ask where either of were, we were probably the closest people you would ever meet, that was until Jennifer Jareau walked into the building.
“Special Agent Jennifer Jareau, JJ if you like”
“Elle” she began
“Greenaway, highest solved cases in Seattle, three years running, speciality in sex offender cases” JJ finished for her as Elle gritted her teeth and I could tell she was angry that she was already profiled by the new girl
“I’m sorry, I don’t believe we’ve met” JJ questioned as she turned to me
“Oh, well I’m-“ I gave her a smile and I started to laugh
“She’s busy right now, she’ll talk to you later okay?” Elle grabbed my hand and dragged out into the hallway, I turned back to see JJ sad but shocked, Derek and Emily looked at her to say something but she shrugged it off putting it down to Elle being overprotective of me.
“Well” she turned to Emily and Derek “I’m the unit Liaison, my speciality is untangling Bureaucratic knots” at this point, she started walking up the stairs to go to her office “You’ll probably be talking to me a lot, my door is always open, mostly because I’m never in my office so just call me on my cell”
“I like her” Derek leaned down on the table he was sitting on to talk to Emily, Emily just nodded trying to profile her whilst not being able to figure out why she can’t. “She’s known everyone for a minute and already managed to piss off Greenaway, that’s got to be a record” Emily turned to look at him and furrowed her brow, partly because she knew he was right and partly because she realised you hadn’t been back in over ten minutes
“What the hell was that” y/n shouted
“I don’t know what you’re talking about”
“Oh come on Elle, I may not be the best profiler in the world, but I sure as hell know that that wasn’t like you, you love it when new people join here” my arm flung back instinctively “Emily, Kate, Alex?” you stared at her waiting for her to say something
“They are different, you didn’t try to flirt with them the minute they walked through the BAU doors?
“Flirted?” I breathed out, those damn profilers
“The way you laughed, the way you smiled at her, the way you played with your necklace, not being able to look at her in the eye but simultaneously not being able to look away to see if she’s looking back at you”
Those. Damn. Profilers.
I retaliated, “I do all those things when I’m nervous Elle, you know I do, she’s just intimidating she walked in here like she owns the place”
“Intimidating?” She laughed out loud “Like that’s stopped you before” You suddenly remembered how you confessed you had a crush on Emily drunk on your couch on girls night solely because of how caring yet stubborn she was. Elle turned to walk away
“Elle wait” If someone else were here they probably would’ve thought I was pathetic
“Just drop it okay Y/L/N” You’re a damn profiler figure out why I’m mad” You just stood there as Elle walked away, you tried to read her as she walked away
“She’ll be fine, just give her some time” Emily said walking up to you, trying to believe her own lie.
“This isn’t like her” You said to her as you kept your eyes focused on your best friend walking away like her friendship meant nothing to you
“Come on” She tried to pull me out of my trance
“Okay, but first coffee” you laughed, Emily laughed too, happy to see you feeling somewhat better.
“I’ll meet you in the bullpen after” she gave you a look and you instantly knew what she meant
“I’ll get you one too, your usual?”
“Please and I’ll love you forever”
“Oh, forever” you giggled “Well if you say forever” you joked
She rolled her eyes “and don’t forget the-“ you cut her off “Splenda, I know” she gave me her best ‘ugh-you-know-me-so-well look’
“Coffee?” The tall Blonde questioned, unsure whether to talk to you because she didn’t know if you were half as intimidating as your friend.
“Ugh gallons please, it’s been a long day” you both laughed, you flirting and her knowing she could be at ease with you, maybe Elle was right, you thought, once you caught yourself laughing, smiling at her, playing with your necklace, not being able to look at her in the eye but simultaneously not being able to look away to see if she’s looking back at you.
“It’s” she said checking her watch “not even 9AM” she chuckled
“My point exactly” it felt easy with her, holding a conversation, she laughed and you felt a new confidence, you’ve never felt this way before, not even with Emily
“Hey, about my friend. I’m so sorry about her, I don’t know what’s gotten into her, she’s not normally like this” you felt your arm lifting up to her shoulder to soothe her anxiety
“You know what, don’t worry about it” she gave you her best “im fine” look, but what she didn’t know is that you invented that look
“Jennifer-“ you started
“Please-JJ, Jennifer makes me sound like a middle school teacher” you both chuckled, more loudly than you wanted. “So will I ever know your name mystery profiler” You breathed out to try tell her,
“Y/N come with me” Elle barged your shoulder, making you fall into JJ, landing on the floor. “Now Y/N we have a case”
“Duty Calls” you made a surprised face to her which made her laugh as she helped you up from the floor.
“Right of course, see you later Y/N” JJ suddenly remembering where she was.
“Bye Jennifer” you waved
“JJ” she said whining but laughing.
“Bye JJ” you said turning around pointing to her”
She laughed into her mug, knowing her Vanilla Latte had definitely gotten cold by now.
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Hotch explained the case and said “Wheels up” I nodded knowing I had to face Elle on the jet and I had to be away from JJ for a while, I wasn’t sure why but I felt so drawn to her, I twisted my ring, something I did when I was nervous, trying to figure out how to even approach the subject of Elle not talking to me to her
“Wheels up babygirl” Derek pulled me out of my thoughts.
“Right”
I looked over to the bullpen looking to see how long I was thinking for, luckily no one moved out of there yet, I saw Elle talking to JJ, this can’t be good I thought to myself “I’ll be back in a minute” I excused myself from Derek and made my way into the bullpen.
I made my way over to them but Emily caught me before I did something stupid
“Y/N don’t”
“Em, what’s going on?”
“Elle overheard JJ talking to Pen, about the fact that she has a small crush on you”
I lit up, JJ likes girls? And she likes me too?
I start to ask her what the problem is but because she is an amazing profiler, she already figured out my face
“The problem is Elle likes you too and it doesn’t take a profiler to figure out that she’s jealous, jealous of the chance that you have a chance with the new media liaison” I remembered everything, the little touches, the way Elle would insist on looking after me when I was drunk, the first one to make my coffee the way I liked it, the first one who would always help me to finish my paperwork when she could see I was stressed out, I remembered this morning, the way she gritted her teeth when she knew there was a possibility that I liked JJ, the way she barged into me when I was flirting a little bit too hard with Jennifer Jareau.
“Everyone knew except me right?”
“What that Greenaway had a crush on you?” Derek laughed walking up to the table I was sat on “Come on babygirl I’m pretty sure people who don’t even work on this floor know” he winked at Emily
“What do I do” I sighed
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do” Emily said
“And don’t do anything I would do” You heard a familiar voice and turned around
“TARA” you shouted, you practically jumped into her arms
“Well if it isn’t DR Tara Lewis” Emily said
“Hello to you too Agent” Tara laughed
“Is she new?” she looked over to JJ
“Jennifer Jareau, but you can call me JJ” She smiled
“Well Alright JJ, I heard we have a new case?”
“Yep, wheels up” I gave my best Hotch Impression
“I missed you”
“I missed you too babe”
Tara was the first ever friend I made at the BAU, she took about 2 months off from work because of an injury due to the last case she worked but I was very happy for her to be back.
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It’s been 6 months since Tara has came back, Jennifer Jareau and I have gotten really close and Elle and I have slowly drifted.
Hotch Debriefed everyone on the plane “Emily you go to the ME with Tara, Kate, Alex, Derek, Luke, stay here with me to look through the case files, and Y/N and Elle, you go to the crime scene, got it?”
Emily joked “you got it boss” and saluted him and I swear that if I blinked I would’ve missed him smirk for a second
Emily sat next to me on the jet, across from Kate and Derek, Alex, Tara and Hotch sat on the chairs on the other side of the jet, talking about work, I looked up from our conversation and I could see Elle making coffee but stirring the mug like she had something on her mind, I profiled her for a second, trying to read her face and I concluded that she wants to be left alone so I left it at that and returned to the conversation where I could see them all staring at me
“hmm” I said and everyone laughed
“I said are you dating anyone” Kate laughed
Wanting them to leave me alone and for Penelope asking every time I went into her “Lair” as she called it I decided to Lie
“Umm, Yeah I am seeing somebody” Elle’s head turned toward me as if -I- were the unsub like she talked down to last week
“Yeah somebody called Elle Greenaway” Derek laughed and Elle tilted her laugh and bit her lip intrigued as to what my next words would be, all whilst still giving me that death stare
“Hello my lovelies” Penelope said
“What have you got Garcia” Hotch said as he, Alex, Tara, and Elle walked over to our table
“There’s been two more bodies found” JJ said
“Hey Jayj” I said, to be nice and to piss off Elle for a second
“Hey Y/N she smiled and I returned the smile
“Get a room” Elle said as she walked back to get her coffee that she accidently left on the counter
Emily and Derek knew what I was doing and tried to hold back their laughter
“Thanks Guys” Alex said
When you and Elle got to the crime scene you could sense something was wrong with Elle but you didn’t want to push it because you both were the most professional people the team had ever worked with.
Four days later when you finally finished with everyone you finally relaxed on the jet as you caught the unsub, so much so that you accidently slept on Emily’s shoulder throughout the entire ride there.
“Wake up sleepyhead” Luke said
“Sorry” You looked over to Emily realising what you’ve done
“Don’t worry about me, your girlfriend over there is the one you want to worry about”
You looked up to see Elle reading a book crossing her legs not really reading just trying to distract herself, she gave you a sarcastic smile and went back to reading.
“Hey you” JJ beamed when she saw us coming back into the BAU after we came off the jet, her arms flung around me and I could feel Elle’s jealousy from the back of my head “How was your case?”
“Nothing we haven’t seen before” Elle said harshly as she brushed past us, I nodded and shrugged agreeing that we see these cases a lot of the time and it was nothing we haven’t seen before
“You’re back” Garcia shouted “girls night and that includes everyone, and that includes you Jennifer” jj looked over at you “I’ll pick you up” a voice said behind me “Thank you Emily” JJ said
“Don’t even mention it”
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You were the last to arrive at Garcia’s house for girls night because you got drinks for everyone, JJ opened the door for you and hugged you as Emily took the vodka out of your hand, JJ dragged you to the couch where Emily and Tara sat. Kate and Alex took a chair either side of the couch with their glasses already filled wine, you looked around for Elle and spotted her gossiping with Garcia, you put it down to nothing and focused your attention back on JJ as she was putting a movie on
“RomCom okay Y/N? we kinda decided before you came” she half stated and questioned
“Only if the RomCom is 50 first dates” you said jokingly but it wasn’t a joke, you loved that movie
“Oh my God I forgot how much you loved that movie” Tara said as she remembered you begging to watch it every time you were drunk, or even sober for that matter
“Luckily for you Y/N/N it’s my favourite movie” JJ stated, you could practically hear Elle seethe from the other side of the open planned apartment
“God Drew Barrymore is so hot” Tara said
“Now that I can agree with” Emily sighed, the others nodded their heads in agreement
“Wait, who’s got the popcorn” I asked.
“Me” Elle spoke loudly so everyone can hear her.
“You want anything else?”
“Skittles to put in the popcorn” you and JJ spoke at the same time standing about to head to the kitchen, you and JJ looked at each other not realising someone else has the same habit.
“Sorry babe, only enough for one person and I heard Y/N first” Elle barged aggressively past her and JJ ended up falling onto the floor completely the opposite to what happened a week prior
You lifted JJ up off the ground and spoke softly so no one else could hear “Don’t worry you can share some of mine” she returned the same smile you gave her, and you both made your way to the couch to find Elle sitting in JJ’s seat.
You knew what Elle was up to so you decide to test her as soon as JJ was about to sit on the floor, you turned to JJ said “Actually there’s a space on my lap if you want to sit on it” I swear Elle’s eyes hit the back of her head when she rolled them. “Well thank you M’lady” JJ joked, Emily and Tara stared at each of other as to ask what the hell is going on and Alex, Kate, and Penelope were obliviously watching the film that has only been on for 20 minutes.
“Y/N I need some help in the kitchen” Elle shouted after 20 minutes of JJ cuddling with you, which you and JJ both secretly loved.
“Duty calls” JJ joked after getting off your lap referring to the one of the first conversations you had, you both laughed as you understood what she was talking about, the others chuckled looking around confused
“What’s up?” I asked as I caught my breath running up to her
“Nothing I just wanted to see your pretty face” Elle smiled as you blushed “Although I could do with another drink” she whisper shouted as she squinted her eyes to you knowing it would make you laugh. “Anyone want another drink” she questioned to everyone louder
“Please” Tara, and Emily said, the others politely declined or said no out loud.
“So, what’s everyone’s love life like” Garcia questioned as you and Elle walked back towards your seat knowing fully well she knew everyone’s answers she just wanted the gossip
“Well I’m seeing someone” Kate reminded
“Oh yeah, Chris right? How is he doing?” You questioned sitting down wanting to change the subject
“He’s good, Meg’s great too, she’s just well”
“A teenager” Emily laughed
“Poltergiest okay for everyone” Tara said as she was confident it was going on anyway
“Ugh I hate horror films” JJ groaned
“Come here you big baby” you opened your arms signalling for her to come back into your lap knowing and understanding that both of you felt a wave of comfort in holding the other person.
The film lasted around 2 hours and everyone fell asleep after Garcia managed to grab blankets for everyone, JJ fell asleep on my shoulder but luckily she was a light sleeper “JJ” you whispered to her “Jennifer” You whispered more loudly, you shook her shoulders, she stirred lightly
“What time is it we are going to be late for work” she said in her sleep
You moved the hair out the face “Okay first of all its 3AM and it’s our day off” you laughed
“Oh okay” she said lightly you lifted her off to get some water “no” Jennifer whisper shouted, you turned to see her face still sleeping “you’re so warm don’t leave me”
“I won’t leave, I’m going to get some water for the both of us”
“Ugh” JJ groaned “fine but be quick I’m cold” she said groggily
You laughed and got water for the both of you “You smell so nice” she said into your shoulder “you’re so soft I could lay on you forever” you smiled and blushed knowing every time you spent with Jennifer Jareau you were falling harder for her, you looked over to the other side of the couch to see Elle sleeping, you were faced with the biggest dilemma you had in a long time.
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Elle woke up before anyone, you woke up and you saw her looking at JJ lying on your chest, “Elle” you breathed, she didn’t say anything and she just starred at you looking for an explanation as to why “She hates horror films” you tried to give your best explanation without trying not to wake up JJ and to piss off Elle, she gave you a slow nod, the same one she gives an unsub before she’s about to say something life ruining, “Elle come on, I know that face, tell me what’s wrong”
“I have to leave” Elle picked up her things from the floor and headed for the door, you grabbed her free hand
“Elle please talk to me” You sighed
“Let me go” Elle argued
“No, not this time, I am always the first person you come to in situations like this, why is this time different” you argued back, she gazed at you debating whether she should admit her thoughts out loud
“I said let it go Y/N” Elle shouted and you scoffed
“I-“
You cut her off “You what Elle”
She made sure no one was awake and after realising what she was doing you did the same
“I love you Y/N, always have” she started to breathe heavier
“what” you said genuinely confused as to why she would admit it now
“But I know I can’t be with you because you’re in love with the new girl” Elle reasoned “Everyone can see it apart from you and her”
“Elle-“ she cut you off
“Tell everyone I said I would see them later and that I’m meeting an old friend, you think you can do that or are you going to be pining after the media liaison?”
“You and I both know that isn’t fair Elle” you tried to reason with her
“See you later” Elle stormed off, making you realise that her walking off in the BAU hallway wasn’t a mistake
“What was that about?” Emily scoffed
“Well how much did you hear?” You were curious but tried to make light of it
“Just heard the door slam” Emily said and you felt relieve wash over you
“Oh” you laughed “She’s going to meet an old friend but she’s coming back” you said, shocked how easy it was to believe the lie.
“Right” Emily said profiling you, you nodded making your way to the kitchen getting a glass of water, trying to figure out what happened.
“Hey” a small voice said behind you
“Oh, hey JJ, you want one” you nodded to the glass of water you were filling up
“Sure, thank you” she smiled to which you returned it, “Hey I need to talk to you and it’s kind of important” JJ said with increasing worry but the same smile
“Yeah, the bedroom okay” you asked knowing it was the one room over but it was the best option to ensure privacy for the both of you
You lead her to the bedroom after realising you were the only one who knew where it was because JJ had never been over to Garcia’s house.
“Sit down” JJ said sternly, in the 6 months that I’ve known her I’ve never seen her so sure of something, sure how she acted on the phone when she was trying to get through to someone on the phone who would not take her seriously I thought back to that night “My name is Jennifer Ja-“ she started and then decided on a different approach “No, you know what, I’m not going to explain this entire thing again to another mid-level bureaucrat who can’t give me a sufficient answer, put someone on the damn phone who can authorise what I need” “Y/N” JJ said louder this time, you noticed her pacing around the room
“Woah JJ it’s okay” you got off the bed and went to grab her hands to try and help her breathe properly, you guided her to the bed and sat her down and tried to get her to match your breaths, at this point you were sat face to face with your feet on the floor “hi” you said to her flustered
“Hey” JJ sighed “So um” she tripped over her words, you laughed slightly indicating to her to carry on “I know I’ve only known you 6 months but I thought you deserve to know, I like you, I like you Y/N I have the biggest crush on you and I have since the first time you bumped into me literally and figuratively” you both laughed “but I know you’re seeing Elle I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said anything” she let your hand go and started to walk out the door
“JJ wait” she turned around unsure of why you stopped her “I’m not seeing anyone” you said lightly so no one heard you
“Oh it’s just what Penelope said” you suddenly remembered the conversation on the plane and the conversation that Elle, JJ, and Penelope said in the bullpen
Confused but intrigued you asked her “What did she say?
“She said that Elle told her that you and Elle had been dating for 2 months” JJ expressed sadly, of course she did
“I’m not sure why she would say that but I can assure you that I’m not seeing Elle or anyone for anyone for that matter”
“So it’s okay if I do this” JJ grabbed your face and lunged towards you pulling you in for a kiss knowing it’s something you both wanted
After two minutes of kissing you stopped to breathe “it’s more than okay miss Jareau” you said truthfully.
“Okay good” she said in the middle of you kissing again
“I could kiss you forever” you said
“I hope you do” JJ smiled
“I don’t think we can tell anyone about this, I already hate paperwork as it is, plus I think it would be fun to keep it a secret about us, see how long it would be before someone finds out about kissing”
“Apparently not very long” JJ pointed behind you and laughed at how terrible you were at whispering
You turned around to see her “Emily hey” you twisted your necklace and laughed while tilting your head back only doing those things when you were nervous
“Relax Y/L/N you have nothing to be nervous for, I’m rooting for you, plus I was waiting to see how long it would be before you guys kissed, I owe Tara so much money”
“No wait Em you can not tell anyone about this, this can not get out I’m already on thin ice with Elle as is” Emily could tell you were serious about this
“You got it” she gave you a nod and closed the door
“Bye Emily” you said
“Now where were we” JJ said
You got closer to her face “Hey”
“Hi” she said back to you “Ever since I saw you that day, I knew it was going to be you”
“I didn’t know you felt the same way”
“I did” Emily laughed from outside the door.
“Bye Emily “you repeated.
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You and JJ had been in a secret relationship for about a month, you loved spending time with her and she was overall becoming your favourite person, you both found comfort in each other and could always count on each other for everything, it was a lot like your relationship with Elle before you met JJ but this time it was different. Whenever no one noticed you would always sneak a kiss with her and she would do the same, you would always go to her office for lunch or whenever you had finished your paperwork and wanted to see your girlfriend.
“Hey, you busy?” you knocked before she answered.
“For everyone else yes, but because it’s you” JJ looked up from her paperwork, you walked over to her and kissed her head and sat down on the chair opposite before pulling your lunch out “but because it’s you I’m busy” she joked and you shook your head and laughed, you looked behind you to double check if you closed the door to find you did, you leaned over to kiss her lips “You’re so lucky I love you” you said into her lips.
“I love you too Y/N/N” JJ replied as you pulled back to get something for her
“I got your favourite” you pulled out Cheetos from your bag.
“You’re the best girlfriend in the world I could literally kiss you right now” JJ beamed.
“Oh, be my guest” you flirted as she leaned into kiss you as your phone goes off.
“It’s Pen, this could go a million different ways” you said to her.
You read her text out loud “There’s camera’s in her office btw, top left corner
; )” you both darted your eyes to the to top left corner to see a camera, you felt your face blushing as you saw JJ laughing in the corner of your eye
“I forgot about the cameras” JJ said after she finally calmed down from her hysterics
“You knew?” You whisper shouted as you saw her circling her desk to come up behind you, she teased you as she leaned over you and grabbed your face to kiss you but stopped suddenly.
“Come on babe, lunch is over” She knew what she was doing.
“Jennifer” You laughed and groaned at the same time, she grabbed your hands to pull you up and to get ready to go back to working.
“Next time” JJ promised
“Ugh” You moaned
“I love you too babe now get back to work before Hotch shouts at us” JJ laughed as she opened the door signalling for you to go out first, when you were stepping out of the door you turned to thank her not realising you would bump into someone whilst you were doing it, “Ugh my coffee” Elle groaned as you both realise you spilled coffee all over her red shirt.
“Elle I’m so sorry, here let me” you grabbed a napkin from the table next to her as you leaned over JJ followed behind you Elle’s eyes darting between you and JJ walking out of her office at the same time.
“You know what don’t bother” She said as she realised what was happening
“What was that about” Kate asked as she past you.
You began to speak but JJ stopped you “I accidently tripped Y/N up and she fell over me and into Elle” you gave JJ a sad look unsure of why she would cover for you like that, luckily Hotch held up a case with a look and you knew exactly what was about to happen.
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“Okay so you need us to stay in Colorado for a week in a cottage?” you needed to double check with Hotch to make sure you were hearing him right.
“And you want us to pretend we’re married couple?” JJ looks after at you trying to figure out if they already have figured out about our secret relationship.
“It’s just because I know how close you two are and I know you two will remain professional at all costs on this case, Y/N is our best profiler” Hotch added, you and JJ both nodded knowing that what he said is true.
This time felt different, being asked to work the case as lovers due to the fact that you were excited to spend time with your girlfriend but also due to the fact the rest of your team found you and JJ to be a compatible match relationship wise.
You looked around to see everyone’s reactions, everyone was mostly focusing on Penelope going over the new case again but your eyes stayed over Elle for a while, she was tense and nervous but she would never let it show in front of other people, since you used to be so close to her and she hated talking about her emotions, you learned to pick up and profile her behaviour, she was quiet, more than usual, and picking at her nails but doing it swiftly under the table so no one would notice, as well as this, she also had an underlying tone of anger, she was mad at you, at the situation, at JJ, at Hotch for giving you and JJ the case, and at herself for getting this irate and nervous that something bad could happen to you that was out of her control.
“Wheels up in 30” Hotch nodded to you and JJ.
You all got up and left the table, before you were out of the room, Emily stopped you “Aren’t you excited to be with your girlfriend for a week? What’s up with you?” she teased but also said growing more concerned with every word, you looked over at her, suddenly realising that you mirrored Elle’s nervous behaviour, “What?” you finished before she could answer your question “No it’s not that I’m worried about” you said honestly, “it’s her” you nodded at Elle, Emily looked in your direction and squinted her eyes and nodded slowly, “got it” “why are you worried about her though?”
“Maybe I’m overthinking it, but I think she’s mad at me’’ Emily started to nod but she had no clue what you were talking about “I mean the whole thing with JJ, this case, she keeps bumping into me all the time and it’s always when I’m with her” both of your eyes drifted to JJ making coffee. Emily tried to give you the best reassurance as she could but honestly this situation confused her just as much as you.
“Give them both time, they are both the most professional at their jobs and JJ is a smart girl she wouldn’t do something that would risk her job like this, and as for Elle, you know each other more than yourselves, what would you do in this situation?” Emily being a Libra meant that she would almost always be the peacemaker in situations like these but not when she was supposed to be, I shook my head in both disbelief and agreement that Emily was always right, she didn’t even need to tell me what to do next.
“I’ll go talk to Elle, you take JJ” you stated but it sounded more like a plead
“Hey you” you walked over to Elle
“Hey” Elle looked around to see if JJ was making her way over.
“I’ve missed you” you said honestly.
“Well it looks like you’ve had some really great company recently” Elle meant for it to come out sarcastically but it ended up coming out more harshly than you both expected it to.
“Oh come on you know that’s not fair” you both rolled your eyes
“Where is she anyway? Thought you would be going to check on her any minute now” Elle sighed
“Why are you acting like this? You’ve changed and I don’t like it!” You retaliated and Elle rolled her eyes.
“You want one?” JJ felt Emily’s presence behind her.
“Sure, thanks” Emily said
“You take Splenda right?” JJ smiled and Emily smiled back nodding knowing that the media liaison took notes of the way everyone took their drinks. JJ turned to face Emily
“So how do you feel about going undercover with Y/N, I know it can be a lot”
“I’m nervous, Em, what if someone finds out about you know” JJ tried hint at your relationship
“Okay JJ relax, you’ll tell them when you’re ready no one will force you or Y/N to come out when they are not ready, I won’t allow it” Emily tried to act confident but there was a hint of sweetness around it, JJ nodded and smiled.
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“She’s doing what?” you practically shouted at Hotch
“She said that when we never have her back, she took it on me the most, talking about The Fisher King case” you both nodded knowing exactly what you were talking about but didn’t want to pry any further
“When does she leave?” You asked but didn’t want an answer
“She’s out there talking to Luke right now” He said, you turned around to see her and Luke talking, you nodded thankful the answer wasn’t coming from anyone else but her
You made your way into the bullpen “Hey” you said to her softly and Luke made his way back to his desk to give you two some privacy
“I guess you heard” She talked into her mug, you nodded
“Where are your-“ you wondered why you hadn’t noticed her gun and badge yet
“In Hotch’s office” she finished knowing what you were about to ask her.
“You know, when I first started this job, the sound of my phone ringing, a call from the Bureau, I used to get so excited, the blood used to race through my veins” you nodded knowing you had the exact feeling when you first started this job “and now, that same sound it paralyses me” she continued “I’m not the same person anymore, that night at Lee’s if I had to do it again, I wouldn’t change a thing”
“Even though you killed someone” I asked her still unsure of whether I wanted the answer, she sighed and rolled her eyes, both of us thankful she didn’t answer my question.
“I guess that’s it then” she changed the subject very quickly, she left before I could say anything
“I’ll miss you” I said out loud but not loud enough for anyone to hear you.
“She’ll miss you too” Emily said making you jump
“Youhave to stop appearing behind me like that” you playfully hit her arm.
“Now that I know how scared you get, I don’t think I will” Emily joked back.
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“Are you sure you’re up for this” you said zipping your girlfriend’s dress up, you all had finally tracked the unsub down after 10 days of being undercover and you had been sent by Hotch to a local club where the unsub goes a lot, JJ was wearing a long red dress with black heels and her hair slightly wavy, you were wearing a short black dress, also paired with black heels, and your hair was more curled than hers.
“Yep” JJ said popping the p, she didn’t realise this was a heavy tell on her nervousness.
“JJ look at me” you turned her around to face you “we’re going to be okay, you know that right?” it was more of a statement than a question but you made the message clear
You squeezed her hand twice, you and JJ had a secret code within your relationship, one squeeze meant that ‘everything is okay?’ two was ‘you will be okay’ and the three squeezes means ‘lets get out of here’ if you were both extremely uncomfortable, unfortunately it has happened more than you would like it to have been
“it’s just” she started to breathe heavier, you squeezed her hand two more times “these victims look so much like you and I don’t know if I can handle not being with you” JJ looked anywhere but you as she knew if she would look at you she would lose it and ruin her makeup
“Jayje” you lifted her chin so she was looking at you “I will be absolutely fine, you mean everything to me I want nothing more to be with you for the rest of time, I love you so much” it slipped your mouth but that was the first time you said it to her and meant it.
“I-“
“JJ im sorry I shouldn’t have said it, it was too soon” you turned to leave and you felt a tug on your wrist, JJ pulled you in for a kiss and let her hands wander all over you
“I love you too” JJ smiled into the kiss.
“Come on baby we have to get ready now, put these in so everyone can hear us at the bar” you handed her an earpiece as you put yours in
“12 o’clock” Emily said through your earpiece, you looked around and it was fairly loud, there were so many people in the club but in distinct groups so it was easy for you to find the unsub.
“I’m going to the bar, what do you want?” you said to both JJ and Emily to let them know you were going to make your way over to the unsub
“I’ll have a vodka lemonade babe, I’ll sit over there” she pointed at a table near the bathroom
“See you in a second” JJ squeezed your hand once, you made your way back to the bar and you sat down getting ready to order drinks for both you and JJ.
“So, what’s a pretty lady doing here all by herself” A man in his 40’s flirted with you.
Emily and JJ both said your name at the same time indicating that this was our guy.
“Just getting some drinks” you said honestly and not wanting small talk, he just nodded.
“What are you drinking?” at this point it felt more like an interrogation rather than a random guy flirting, you lifted your glass up to show him that you ordered a vodka lemonade, not wanting a drink at this point, just wanting to go back to your girlfriend, as you turned on your heels you made eye contact with JJ shaking your head angrily, “I said what are you drinking” he raised his voice at me and I was not about to lose whatever confidence I had in myself at this point, luckily I felt JJ walk over to me, I looked down at my now red wrist and back up at him again “Vodka lemonade, let me go” you hissed at him
“Now that I’ve got you” he towered over me and leaned into my ear “I’m never going to let you go” you felt your breath grow heavier. JJ flashed him her badge and he let you go, JJ picked you up before you fell to the floor as she guided you to the bathroom.
“What happened baby?” she didn’t care if the team found out if the team knew about your relationship, her priority at this second was to check if you were okay, you told them both the story knowing Emily was still listening in.
“I’m coming over” Emily couldn’t take it anymore
“NO” you and JJ both shouted at the same time “he’s dangerous, we do not need another agent in danger” you begged
“Fine, but the second I hear something go slightly wrong I won’t hesitate to come over capeesh”
“Capeesh” you said looking up to JJ saluting her
“Let’s go back out” You said to JJ
“Yep, I’ll get the drinks this time hmm” JJ said
“Sounds perfect” she guided you back up off the floor and she kissed you before you both left the bathroom, you stayed with her until you got the drinks, you leaned into her and said “I’ll be back I’m just going to get some air, I love you”
“Miss you already I love you too” JJ fake pouted, you started to make your way outside, you felt eyes on the back of your head but thought nothing of it, when you got outside you felt dizzy and the last thing you remember was a man standing over your body.
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“Finally” a man said over your freezing body, you looked around to figure out what was happening, it was light outside so you had been out for a while, you looked around some more and you realised that you were in some random basement in the middle of nowhere typical, you saw JJ still sleeping on the other side of the room and you couldn’t help but smile because at least you had the love of your life with you. “she’s been sleeping for days” you were out longer than you realised.
“Who are you and what am I doing here” you croaked.
“She’s still feisty even after being trapped here for a whole week” he turned to face a person standing next to you but you couldn’t muster your strength to turn and see what they looked like, even though you couldn’t see what she was doing you felt her look down at you and pout, you turned around and decided to sleep again because at least that way you could forget about your reality right now, as the door slammed it startled JJ.
She jumped up and made a noise, after she calmed down she tried calling me “Y/N” she also sounded thankful that we weren’t doing this on our own, you couldn’t turn around but instead just let your tears roll down, after 10 minutes you decided get up and crawl to her to be in her arms again but you only got so far, you felt something pull you back, after realising that it was handcuffs that were stopping you.
What seemed like hours later, a tall brunette walked in and gave you something to eat completely passing JJ “you need to eat my love” you didn’t even need to turn around to realise who was doing this to you, she called you that all the time
“Elle leave me alone, you’re the last person I want to see right now”
I know baby, you wanna be in her arms right?” she teased
“You do not get to call me that” you turned around and you became face to face with Elle Greenaway for the first time in what felt like years, she reached out her hand but you flinched, she carried on and wiped a tear from your cheek which you didn’t even realise was there, instead of fighting it, you let her, at least imaging it was JJ who was wiping your tears.
“Eat up” she repeated before she left, she looked back to see if JJ was looking at you, she was so she did the only thing she know would make you both mad, she kissed you, she kissed you intensely foolishly you let her, closing your eyes imaging it was your girlfriend the entire time. She stopped harshly and stood up and winked at you and called you “good girl”, after realising what just happened you felt even more disgusted, as she walked past JJ, she leaned down and whispered loud enough so I could hear it too “What’s the matter sweetie; see something you like” she laughed in her face and stood up, JJ looked over at you with a sad smile and Elle noticed this “I want to wipe that grin of your face so badly but my mother taught me to play nicely” you felt a lump in your throat and lunged forward at her about to say something you never thought you would get to say.
“Elle wait” she turned back around as you chocked on your sobs “Let her go, kill me and let her go” you emphasised those last words.
“Did anyone ever tell you how good you look begging pretty girl?” she cooed as she started to make her way over to you.
You lost it at her “Why are you doing this? What’s the matter with you? Why are you acting like this? Why are you hurting me and why are you enjoying it” you just couldn’t help yourself at the word vomit, it was like all the questions that had been running through your head for the last few months were just dying to come out.
Elle turned around to face JJ who was too startled to say anything at this point “You sure you want her?” she tormented “She’s way to suborn for her own good, get’s that from me I think” you were not even angry at this point, you felt uncontrollable tears fall down your face as you realised that was a possibility that JJ would leave you due to your stubbornness at some point, it hadn’t crossed your mind though until Elle pointed it out.
“Please” JJ rolled her eyes “It’s gonna take a lot more than Y/N’s stubbornness to make me leave her” she spat at her “Actually it’s one of the million reasons why I started dating her” both you and Elle were confused at this but then you realised this was JJ’s way of telling you that no matter what the circumstances were, she would never leave you.
“Okay then” Elle smirked as she stood up and lifted her arms up to a box on the highest shelf of the basement, taking JJ’s statement as a competition, she opened the box and pulled out a red camera, this was your camera, the one that you and Elle shared when you went places together.
“You kept that?” Your gaze softened.
“Shut up” Elle barked.
Considering it was dark, she fumbled for a while looking for the night vision filter on the camera and you had seen enough of these livestream cases to know exactly what was happening.
Penelope was pacing around her office in front of everyone as she furiously did everything she did to find you and JJ.
“Pen you need to calm down” Tara guided her to sit down as Luke came to stand behind her, he turned to Emily as to ask her what he should say next.
“Penelope we have done everything we could so far” Emily started
“They are two of our best workers they’ll be okay” Hotch finished Emily’s sentence for her. Kate’s phone pinged, everyone’s eyes landed on her.
“You got something pretty lady?” Derek was the only one brave enough to ask.
“Meg” Kate shook her head, feeling guilty it was someone else other than you and JJ, Alex came in with a handful of papers.
“This isn’t a case, this is just a list I’ve made of every possibility of who could’ve kidnapped them” Alex sighed, everyone else was thankful that Alex got further than they did.
“Andrea Nolan” Derek sighed.
“Matthew Brewster” Emily shook her head.
“Melissa Brdgers” Luke read out loud knowing these people would never kidnap you both.
“Wait was Matthew the guy from the bar, the one who flirted with Y/N” it started clicking for Emily.
“Garcia pull up Brewster’s number, see who he had texted more often this month” Hotch said sternly.
“Already on it sir” Garcia was.
“Greenaway, that’s got to be a coincidence right” there was a hint of panic in Derek’s voice.
Just like clockwork there was a livestream from Elle’s camera.
“Hey guys, I know you’re all there, did you miss me? Not too much I hope” Elle said to the camera as you hid your face because you hated your team seeing you on edge never mind in a situation this serious. “HI Emily, you were always my favourite, don’t tell the others” It was clear that she was stalling and that she knew what she was doing. Elle, however was smart enough to not do it on her phone because she knew Penelope would have already tracked her by now.
Elle turned back to you and finished the sentence that she started before she started live streaming “Okay then Jareau, if you’re sure that nothing will come between you and her” she angled the camera at you on the floor and started to straddle your hips Elle started to kiss you more intensely than JJ granted but you hated it, every time JJ kissed you it was soft and gentle, but Elle’s kiss was rough, she hurt you and she knew it “Say it” she whispered in your ear.
“What do you want me to say?” you were genuinely confused at her statement.
She leaned more forward kissing your neck but covering her head and her hands traveling up your waist from your team “That I’m better than her, in every way” you both looked over to her, you giving her a soft smile in which she returned, Elle the opposite.
Your chest grew heavy as you knew that this could be a possibility of a way out “You’re better than her, in every way” it came out as barley a whisper
“No sweetie, I know you can do better than that, say it louder for me baby, loud enough so everyone can hear it”
“Elle is better than you JJ, in every way” you shouted at JJ, you didn’t mean to. Not yet a profiler, JJ didn’t pick up on the fact that this was a message and she thought you genuinely meant it, you could see the tear roll down her eyes and you had a lump in your throat.
“Good girl” Elle whispered as she stood up to walk away, you knew exactly what to do next
“In fact JJ, Elle is better than you in every single because when I went over to her house for the fourth time I knew I loved her.”
“Pen and paper” Alex was the only one that picked up that this was a code “Write down important words of her next sentence Emily, she said directly to Emily because everyone else couldn’t concentrate.
“Yep, I knew I loved her when was away, when I was taken from everyone, I basically lived in Elle’s house at some point” she laughed like it was a great memory “ the one on 10th street you know, days I was away from my cat” she kept laughing “In fact Emily was the one I called on, I knew she was the one who could help save me” At this point Emily already had her FBI jacket on and was ready to leap out the door in order to save you both.
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Elle was about to say something before she heard those four words “FBI drop your weapon” Elle was too careless that she had you that she forgot you were also a profiler and you left Emily a coded message, after realising what had just happened, Elle slapped you hard across the face.
“In here” JJ shouted at the footsteps that grew louder, Derek kicked down the door, which you weren’t expecting anything else.
“Em” JJ struggled to speak and make eye contact with Emily as she reached down to take JJ’s hand.
When Elle figured out what was going she whipped your head around fast and shoved you back to the floor as you stumbled making your way to Emily and JJ.
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You made your way back to the bullpen with Emily and JJ, Elle was arrested because she aimed a weapon at an FBI Agent, before you stepped out of the elevator you stopped JJ to talk with her privately and you signalled to Emily that it was okay to leave for a second.
“I’m so sorry about what I did back there” you looked into JJ’s crying eyes, you stepped closer indicating a hug, reluctantly she agreed.
A minute or two into the hug she looked down at you “Is it true?” you both knew what she was talking about.
“JJ look at me” you lifted her chin up to look you in the eye. “I want you to know that you are the most perfect person in the entire world, what I said in there, every time I kissed her” you stopped to take breath “every time I kissed her I imagined it was you, it was the only thing that got me through those couple of days, I imagined it was you, every single time, what I said about Elle was absolutely not true, I said it because thankfully Emily and Alex picked up on the secret code I was giving them, there was a chance Elle would too but I had a feeling the team would find out before she did”
You looked up to see JJ crying, you held JJ even longer and whispered sweet nothings into her ears whilst you stroked her hair, it became a much bigger habit over the last three months which you both secretly enjoyed.
“Nothing will ever make me love you any less, nothing you ever do, nothing in your past, got it?” you always knew how to reassure your girlfriend.
“Got it” the side of her mouth tugged with a smirk “love you” she said into your hair as you were still hugging, she made sure to give you plenty of forehead kisses.
“Now come on, let’s get back out there before we look suspicious” she extended her arm for you to take which you gladly took.
When you and JJ walked into the bullpen there were balloons everywhere and party food on the table, you two were confused as to what this was for until you noticed a huge ‘WELCOME HOME Y/N AND JJ’ sign handwritten by everyone on the team, you tapped your girlfriend’s arm and leaned into her, she hugged your waist and whilst you and JJ started talking to everyone on the team, you realised this was where we you were meant to be, this was home.
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The Perfect Brat
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Dom!Elle Greenaway x Dom!Fem!Reader x Sub!Spencer Reid
Summary:
Spencer acts up. You and Elle put him in his place. It’s an unconventional relationship, but it works so well.
Dom!Elle Greenaway x Dom!Fem!Reader x Sub!Spencer Reid. Co-Workers with Benefits. Smut/PWP. 
Word Count: 2,900
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THIS IS A RE-POST. This is a fic from my old blog (a blog that was shadowbanned, forcing me to move). This fic is not stolen, it is completely mine, and I am just re-posting it to help people find my new blog, and to make my masterlist complete when I post new fics for this fandom.
Detailed warnings and author’s notes below the cut.
Warnings: this is primarily a smut fic; reader uses she/her pronouns and has a vagina; this could be read with or without considering the major canon events; dom/sub dynamics - Dom!Elle, Dom!Reader, Sub!Spencer (he is definitely more of a brat in this and I had so much fun writing it); implications of an ongoing poly relationship between the three of them; punishment and reward (Spencer is punished for being mouthy/talking back); size difference kink/reverse size kink (the reader loves how skinny and easy to toss around Spencer is); Spencer is spanked, Spencer is gagged with his own tie (the tie is also used like a leash on him); general rough play; Spencer calls the reader ‘Miss’; undertones of humiliation kink, mentions of subspace, mentions of pain kink, Spencer is called a whore, a slut a stupid brat;degradation kink (towards Spencer); mentions of paddling; mentions of jealousy; bondage - Spencer has his hands tied behind his back; Spencer wears a cockring; orgasm restriction (toward Spencer); Spencer is forced to watch while Elle fucks the reader with a strap-on (the reader is a bottom between Elle and the reader, but she still is 100% a dom in this); as mentioned - strap-on sex (Elle fucks the reader with a strap-on); crying kink (Spencer is pretty when he cries); mentions of pegging (from Elle toward Spencer); hair pulling (reader receiving); Elle is called 'Mistress’; the reader and Elle could both be considered mean in this. I hope that’s everything and I haven’t missed anything important.
A/N: the inspiration behind this is actually so funny. I was working on the second part of Lessons For A Genius and I literally thought to myself 'Spencer is too nice in this. he’s too well behaved’ - and then I started thinking about a fic where Spencer is a bratty sub and gets punished, and then in that scenario, Elle suddenly appeared in my head (I guess because Elle has such dom energy and she’s always bossing Spencer around in the show, this is just too real, they have so much chemistry) - and next thing I know I was opening another tab to write this because I couldn’t help myself. So I hope you guys enjoy it!! I would love to write more fics where Spencer is a bratty sub in the future. I just love writing sub!Spencer in general. (some people have asked me to write dom!Spencer and I am warming up to it very, very slowly.) anyway, please enjoy!
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You were in the room for less than thirty seconds when Spencer’s pants were down. 
Usually, something like this occurred out of pure lust or need. Spencer was a very needy boy. It was rare that you felt this much annoyance building up inside of you. It was rare that you tore off his clothes out of anger. 
But he had mouthed off to you in front of the local cops, whining that you ‘weren’t his mother’ when you asked him how many cups of coffee he’d had that day and advised him to drink some water. It had been a sassy comeback that had several of the men in the room laughing, and at the time, Spencer had been grinning into that ill-advised seventh cup of coffee, thinking that you couldn’t see him. 
It was something that got a warm rage simmering inside of you. 
Generally, he had been the biggest kind of brat all day. He had been mouthing off, even going so far as to talk back to Hotch when given orders. And you weren’t taking too kindly to it. 
He had to know who was in charge. He had to know that you wouldn’t stand for him being a mouthy brat. 
The door to the hotel room had barely closed behind you before you had his belt undone, the heft of the leather causing the fabric of his slacks to drop to his ankles. This left him entirely exposed from the waist down, feeling a rush of vulnerability, knowing he was in trouble. His stomach clenched in anticipation. You weren’t entirely surprised to find that he wasn’t wearing underwear. He had been acting out all day because he was feeling needy, apparently. 
Before he could speak, only uttering out a few half hearted protests, you shoved him hard. He was so skinny, so easy to push around, it was almost laughable. You pushed him until you had him exactly where you wanted him - bent over the dresser in the middle of the room. It was a chest of drawers with an attached vanity mirror, forcing him to bend over it and brace his hands on the surface so he could look at himself in the mirror. 
So he could stare himself down and face all of his beautiful shame as you tore him apart. 
“Look, Miss, please-” He stuttered out. 
Clearly he was still trying to come back from this, still trying to grovel, trying to apologize. 
But it was too late for that. You had decided that during the car ride back. 
“Shut up.” You told him gruffly. 
You reached around his body to his front and grabbed his tie, slipping it slightly loose before you brought it partway up his head. He was confused by this, until you slipped the loop into his mouth, effectively gagging him. You then spun it so the length of the tie was at the back of his head. You tightened it harshly then, causing him to moan as the fabric scuffed sorely against the sides of his mouth. 
But that wasn’t all. 
You yanked back on the length of the tie as though it were a leash, pulling his tall body into a tense arch, forcing him to be exactly where you wanted him to be. He moaned deeply as a wave of pleasurable pain shot through his body, his back cracking slightly as you forced him into such an uncomfortable position. Your other hand was on his lower back, keeping his hips pinned against the edge of the dresser as you forced his neck back as far as it would go. 
His muscles quivered and tears easily came to his eyes. His cock throbbed harshly with all of it. He always needed to be put in his place. He needed his head to be emptied as the control was taken away from him - as he was owned wholly, his body and mind no longer his own. 
When you were sure that he would stay like this, the subspace setting in and making him slightly more compliant, you moved the hand on his lower back. This forced him to hold the position on his own, his legs becoming shaky - but he didn’t move to make himself more comfortable, which did cause you to grin. 
Then, you hauled your hand back, delivering a harsh spank across his bare ass cheek. 
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You bit out harshly. “I know I did not train you to be such a fucking brat.” 
You delivered another spank, his soft skin already turning red from your hits. Your palm was stinging slightly, but you didn’t care. It gave you a certain thrill, and it was worth teaching him a lesson if his ass was sore tomorrow and he remembered this. Usually not being able to sit right did help him remember to behave. 
All Spencer could do was moan in response, being very effectively gagged by his own tie. His cock was angry and hard, trapped between his pelvis and the edge of the dresser as you punished him. 
“You’re just a needy little whore, aren’t you?” 
You barked, pulling his neck back even harder. This caused him to whine out in pain, such a beautiful sound that had you dizzy with pleasure as your ego swelled. You pulled him closer to you and placed your lips close to his ear, hissing the next words near his cheek with malice. 
“What’s wrong? The needy slut doesn’t get enough attention?” 
“Come on, Y/N, take it easy on him,” Elle chuckled from the corner, taking a sip of her drink. 
She had ridden with Morgan, so she had made it to the room an easy five minutes before you and Reid had. And thus far, she had been heavily enjoying the show that the two of you were putting on. But she did think you were being a bit too rough considering that Reid was a bit lippy on a good day. 
“Oh, I need to take it easy?” You chuckled sarcastically, looking over your shoulder at her. 
You tossed your hold on the tie, letting Spencer’s body relax forward slightly while you assessed Elle. He let out a whimper of relief, but didn’t make any further noise to draw attention to himself - not wanting the two of you to gang up on him and make his punishment even worse. (The two of you were devious minds, and when you worked together, it was a beautiful kind of destruction.) 
Sitting there, Elle was smug as ever, staring you and Spencer down with a clear heat in her eyes. 
“Last time you paddled him, he couldn’t walk for a week.” You added on, bringing up the memory to try and prove your point. 
“He was flirting with that waitress, he deserved it.” Elle said, speaking as though it was the obvious thing in the world. 
Generally speaking, you weren’t even sure if Spencer knew how to flirt. You thought that for the most part he just didn’t know when other people were flirting with him and didn’t know when to deflect it to stop it from pissing you and Elle off. But you had enjoyed it too much to argue with Elle about it - his bright red ass and awkward gait for the week following that paddling had just been too good. 
You used the tie-leash and a tight hold on one of his hips to spin Spencer around, tossing him onto one of the double beds in the room. He landed roughly on his stomach with a light bounce. He let out a jagged moan as his exposed cock scraped against the cheap hotel bedspread. But - true to form, trying to prove that he was a good boy, he did nothing more than lay there, staying perfectly still where you had put him. 
Elle grinned at him before she looked back to you. 
“So, what do you think we should do with him?” You asked, putting a hand on Spencer’s shoulder to flip him over onto his back, presenting him to her like a filthy prize. 
Spencer whimpered quietly and blinked up at you and Elle with big, wet eyes, clearly thinking that the puppy dog look could get him some sympathy. But there was no chance of mercy. He had already made his bed, and he was going to get fucked in it.
“I have a few ideas.” Elle chuckled. 
… 
That was how Spencer ended up in his current position. 
He was sitting in the chair that Elle had previously been sitting in, stripped completely naked. A light sheen of sweat had formed over his skin, causing his hair to stick to his forehead in that beautifully desperate way. His hands were tied behind his back with his own belt, and a cockring was secured around the base of his needy, throbbing cock. 
There was no possible way for him to get relief. Even if he became so desperate as to hump the furniture, all that he would get was a fruitless, horrible dry orgasm. The cockring so tight around him definitely assured that. And with his hands tied behind his back, he couldn’t take it off. Especially not with the way the two of you were keeping a watchful eye on him. 
You and Elle certainly weren’t going to let him get away with anything. 
He certainly wasn’t going to get out of your line of sight. That was the whole point. 
The bulk of his punishment was to watch. 
To watch you and Elle and not be allowed to touch his needy, throbbing cock. To have a feast of sights before him, but be stuck, not allowed to cum. Not even allowed to feel the slightest bit of relief against his pathetic dick until you or Elle decided that he’d had enough. 
“Please.” Spencer begged hopelessly. 
His hips arched up into the air slightly, humping into nothing, fruitlessly seeking contact. His cock dribbled out precum, almost as if the pretty pink cockhead was weeping out in protest, trying to show his deep, unsatisfied need. 
“Please!” He bawled. “I’ll be a good boy! I promise!” 
His voice was so beautifully wrecked. It sent a wave of pleasurable tingles right through you. 
“Did you hear that?” Elle chuckled behind you. “He promises.” She cooed these words mockingly. 
Both of you knew that it wasn’t a promise he could keep for too long. 
Elle huffed out a devilish laugh as she raked the sharpness of her nails across your back. She sounded just as amused as you were watching Spencer’s pathetic attempts to get back on both your good sides. 
“I fucking doubt it.” You grunted back breathlessly. 
“If he wasn’t so pathetic, I might take pity on him.” Elle said, her voice taking on that mean edge that she knew Spencer loved. 
He moaned at the words, his hips flexing up once again. Unlike when he played poker, during sex, he always gave away all his cards, always showed what pleased him most and what his weakest spots were. It was one of the reasons you loved taking him apart so much. One of the reasons you loved owning him. 
“If you were a ‘good boy’, you’d shut up and watch me fuck your precious Miss without complaining,” Elle said, continuing to mock him, fucking her hips harder into you to drive home her point. 
She had you in the middle of the bed, perfectly on display for Spencer - on your hands and knees, completely stripped naked. The two of you were a perfect visual tease for him - with Elle in her bright red lacy bra, a commanding presence behind you with her thick seven inch strap-on buried in your wet, wanting pussy. You were absolutely enjoying yourself as she fucked in and out of you with an intense roughness. 
Most of the time, the two of you teamed up as a wicked force against Spencer - and combined, you were a deadly sinful team. But when the two of you took the time to enjoy pleasuring each other, it was a rough, chaotic slice of heaven. Like lighting clashing against itself in the best way. 
When you did let her fuck you, you weren’t whiny or submissive to her wills. You took it well, never begged for it. And she understood you and what you needed - the feeling of a thick cock splitting you open, that rough touch that Spencer never gave you because he was so subservient to your will. You loved the fact that she didn’t treat you like a glass doll. 
“Please!” Spencer tried again, going directly against Elle’s order to sit there and shut up. 
You weren’t sure if it was him playing up again or if he actually thought he could talk his way out of this somehow. 
“Please, let me touch you! Let me help you cum! Let me service you, Miss! I’ll be so good!” Spencer begged, his words dissolving into sobs as the desperation heightening within him. 
“What? You think you’re allowed to touch this pussy? You think you should be allowed?” Elle growled, fucking into you so hard that it caused a wet smacking to resonate through the room - something that made Spencer want you even more. 
You laughed in response to Spencer’s whiny antics, and the incredible fake cock plunging into you from behind - a sound that dissolved into a loud moan when Elle reached around and rubbed your clit, clearly wanting even more from you. 
Elle hammered her hips against you like she hated you, fucked into your pussy with a brutal passion. She was partially trying to show Spencer what he was missing out on, a deadly ache growing in his gut when he thought about the emptiness he felt without her perfect fake cock. Because he did spend a fair amount of time fucked out and drooling on her strap when she wanted to fuck him with it - from either end. 
And she was partially trying to get you to be messier, wetter, louder, putting on more of a show for him. The more beautiful and pornographic you were, the more effective his punishment was (not that it was hard for you to become a walking sex dream, as gorgeous as you naturally were). 
Elle loved to fuck you like this - she loved having your tight pussy hugging the silicone of her cock. You were a challenge. You didn’t simply beg for her cock, your body didn’t just mold and bend to her wills because she touched you with strong hands. You always fucked your hips back into her twice as hard, and you laughed and snarled back if she called you a dirty bitch. 
It was part of the reason that the two of you so perfectly destroyed someone as needy and submissive as Spencer. Spencer, the type of person who got whiny and started acting up if he didn’t get enough attention from either of you in the run of a day. 
“I’ll be good!” Spencer whined. “Please! Please, just touch me! I promise I won’t do it again!” 
His eyes had become as wet as his cock, the tip glistening with precum as tears dripped from the corners of his eyes, his entire being reeking of desperation and uncontained lust. 
“Do you even know what you did this time, you stupid brat?” Elle prodded, her voice dark and lacking any sweetness as she spat the words across the room at him. 
Spencer let out a wounded sound that was barely recognizable - perhaps he was trying to compose himself to speak, perhaps he was truly clueless. 
He could be so mouthy sometimes, but most of the time, he didn’t even recognize his sass as a problem. 
“What makes you think you’re worthy to touch her? What makes you think that you get to touch her after being such a dumb brat all day?” Elle teased him. 
She emphasized her words by yanking back on your hair, delivering a pleasurable amount of pain that made you moan out as she continued to harshly thrust her hips into your wet cunt. 
“What makes you think that a brat like you gets to touch these perfect tits?” Elle mocked him, leaning over you to grope roughly at your swaying breasts. Of course, just to show him what he couldn’t have and heavily enjoying your body in the process. 
You chuckled at this, enjoying the way Spencer’s features twisted up in displeasure. Clearly he was whiny, wanting so badly to touch you - but he hadn’t earned it. Not tonight. 
He let out a few more tears before he spoke again. 
“I’m sorry.” He sniffled quietly. “I’m a bad boy. I’ve been bad.” 
“Why?” You heaved out, breathless from Elle’s efforts. “Why are you bad?” 
“Good boys don’t talk back.” Spencer finally admitted, his voice weak with defeat. 
“Look, the genius finally figured it out.” Elle commented, beautiful condescension dripping through her voice. 
“Good!” You huffed, fucking your hips harshly back into Elle’s cock while you locked eyes with Spencer’s wet, glassy ones. “Now keep your whiny fuckin’ mouth shut while Mistress fucks me, and maybe - fuck - and maybe I won’t keep that cockring on you all day tomorrow.” 
Spencer whined harshly at this, but didn’t protest. Elle grinned, planting a kiss on the back of your neck before she dug her nails into your hips and fucked you faster.
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A/N: This is a standalone oneshot, and there will not be a sequel or a continuation of it. If you enjoyed this, please comment about the body of work that has been written. If you want to see more Spencer fics that I have written, definitely check out my Criminal Minds Masterlist, or check out my other Masterlists to see if anything catches your eye.
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beautifulbrainrot · 11 months
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Hey! I'm obsessed with your work ! Can I request Dom! Elle with Sub! Fem! Reader ? I'm in the mood for smut lol
mmmm yess and i’m so glad you like my work!!
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“needy girl..” elle purred into your skin as she trailed kisses down your body slowly, chuckling darkly as you arched you back desperate for her move lower to where you truly needed her.
you moaned softly as her kisses became more harsh, sucking on your soft flesh leaving a trail of dark marks across your skin.
she locked eyes with you when she finally got down to your dripping cunt, biting softly on your trembling thighs before licking a stripe up your folds.
you moaned loudly, writhing on the bed as she attacked your clit with her skilful tounge, your hips moving along with her tongue, riding her face.
her hands gripped your thighs, holding you down on the bed so you couldn’t move as she continued to devour you.
you almost screamed in pleasure when you reached your climax, waves of pure bliss washing over you. your legs twitched as you came down, whimpering as she softly overstimulated you before pulling away.
she licked your essence of her lips hungrily and leaned up to kiss you passionately, your lips moulding together, pulling each other as close as possible.
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neuroprincess · 3 months
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Criminal Minds Women, and how they act when they’re jealous? Thank you!
Criminal Minds - They're Jealous (Preferences)
Classification: Fluff
Pairing: Alex Blake, Elle Greenaway, Emily Prentiss, Jennifer Jareau, Penelope Garcia and Tara Lewis
Warnings: None
Word count: +600
Alex Blake
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- Being a more reserved and quiet person, she may not feel or show jealousy easily. However, when this happens she can react in one of two ways: stop next to you and wait for whoever is trying to gain your attention to realize that you're together, or simply be direct about it, being as calm and rational as possible. Then, in privacy and comfort, Alex will kiss you passionately, hands on waist caressing tenderly and never admitting that this reassures her more than any words could.
Elle Greenaway
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- Let's say she doesn't get jealous often and it's not easy to cause it, that's what the brunette says. Elle isn't so subtle, you know immediately what's going on, because in a millisecond she changes her body expression, also gets serious and keeps silent, giving short answers. If you're at work, she'll stare blatantly, anger showing in every facial muscle. If you're in a bar or other public place, she'll just lean in and kiss you, resting her arm on your shoulder. She's certainly the most probable to pick a fight.
Emily Prentiss
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- This woman would try not to let her jealousy show and would deny it to the death to anyone who asked, but she can't be as discreet as imagines. When she's jealous, the agent laughs more than she normally would and sometimes, without even realizing it, she slips out a few sarcastic phrases, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. If Emily becomes self-conscious about how is acting and reacting, she will apologize to you, a little embarrassed, and try to talk about it. Words of affirmation and physical touch are very effective ways of reassuring her, like holding hands under the table or using affectionate nicknames.
Jennifer Jareau
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- Of all of them, the blonde is by far the most jealous. In addition to being easily susceptible, it's evident in every look, gesture and word, a growing anger at any provocation or inappropriate attention another person gives you. She finds it difficult to express this verbally or talk about the topic, but JJ is usually protective and very affectionate in these moments, which means arms wrapped around your body, hands held with fingers intertwined, an occasional kiss between collarbone and neck… possibly a mark in the same place will be made later, a hickey that she will constantly admire and be proud of, because you are hers and only hers.
Penelope Garcia
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- Surprisingly, the hacker is jealous and doesn't make a point of hiding the fact. There are rare moments and it takes a bit of effort to happen, like when Derek calls you "Baby Girl" and she's openly bothered. At first, you both think the reason is because it's his exclusive nickname for her, only to quickly discover, in a friendly conversation, that she actually doesn't like anyone calling you affectionate names except herself, especially the sweet ones. And the man almost gets slapped on the head for teasing her on purpose. After all that, Penelope laughs and gives you a tender kiss, calling you all the sweet names she can think of, delighted to see you blush with some of them.
Tara Lewis
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- Jealousy isn't on her agenda, even if you've been in a relationship for years it's possible to count on one hand how many times she's been jealous. If it does happen she's super chill during the whole thing, you hardly notice except for that familiar smile that doesn't really reach the eyes and fingers stroking down your forearm tortuously slow, believe, Tara doesn't even realize what she's doing until someone tells her. The topic is brought up in a pleasant conversation, with a few laughs and glasses of wine, which surely ends in a cuddling session.
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milfsincrime · 1 year
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i was trying to imagine how elle would react to receiving a friendship bracelet from reader & all i could imagine was her giving it back when she leaves the bau bc she thinks she failed us and that she’s hated by everyone in that damn unit now and maybe it becomes a thing that the reader always takes that bracelet everywhere, away on every case the jet takes them to, every holiday, every trip home to family, down to the bodega, everywhere. because one day, you’ve decided, you’ll find elle, and you’ll put that bracelet back on her wrist, where it belongs. and maybe, just maybe, you’ll tell elle what you really wanted that bracelet to mean all along. 😭😭😭
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