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five-bi-five-mind · 2 years

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hii, what about a jj x tall plus size reader, and the reader is insecure about the size difference between them? im plus sized and tall myself and i rarely see any plus sized reader x jj fics

Self-Conscious

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: JJ x fem!plus-size!Reader

Genre: Fluff and Smut

Words: 1.7k+

Summary: Sometimes you let yourself get too wrapped up in your own mind, comparing yourself to your girlfriend. But JJ is there to remind you of exactly how she sees you.

Warnings: Lots of talk about anxiety and insecurity; good ol' fluffy smut, oral (r receiving), very brief barely there hint of fatphobia in past relationships

A/N: Hi anon! Sorry for your wait! Hope you like this fluffy little fic. Also I didn't really talk much about height, that's my bad.

“You’re not gonna break me, darling,” JJ chuckles softly.

She’s looking up at you from where she lay beneath you, her eyes filled with nothing but utter admiration and a soft smile spread across her face as her hands rest on the tops of your thighs. You, on the other hand, are straddling her waist and struggling with all your might to keep yourself from pressing your body fully down onto hers. It’s been a minute since you’ve been in this position and you can feel your legs starting to strain and shake from the position you’re in, currently hovering over her and only balancing yourself on your legs. You were self conscious enough to be in just a shirt and underwear in front of her, but to be fully on top of her too was becoming too much for your nerves.

“But I-” Before you could even finish that protest, in one swift move, JJ sits up and pushes your thighs down so that your entire body is pressed to hers.

“I told you, it’s okay princess.” Her hands move from the top of your thighs to grab at your waist and she’s slowly trying to urge you to start to move your hips. You’re still hesitant as you look down from where your body is now flush with hers and back up to meet her eyes. She’s just looking back at you with eyes filled with lust and just seeing that look is giving you a huge burst of confidence you didn’t expect.

See, the thing is, you two haven’t been together for very long. You started dating her maybe two months ago, and even then you haven’t spent a lot of time being physical. There was only one reason for that and it was your insecurities getting in the way. JJ, being the wonderful amazing woman that she was, was nothing but understanding and reassuring. She never pushed you, never made you feel like you had a reason to be self conscious. In fact, she treated you like you were the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen and, honestly, the more you were with her the more you felt your insecurities slowly start to melt away. But slowly is the key word here.

You still were incredibly aware of your differences. She was tall, blonde, and toned with muscles for days. You were the exact opposite of all of that. Yet, whenever you even hinted at thinking she was out of your league, JJ would stop you right then and there and go on tangents about how perfect she thought you were. It took everything in you not to outwardly cringe as she went on and on about it. Not that you hated hearing it, just that you weren’t used to it and didn’t know how to react. Loving JJ, you quickly realized, also meant you needed to learn to love yourself.

“Hey,” JJ’s hand reached up to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. “What’s going on in that brain of yours?”

You shook your head and gave her a forced smile, feeling guilty that you got distracted with your own self consciousness when you were currently sitting on top of the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen.

“Nothing important,” you offered, hoping she wouldn’t press.

“It’s not nothing,” JJ gave you a knowing look. Of course, it’s JJ. She always pressed.

You sighed and shook your head, leaning in for a kiss in hopes that it would distract her. Before you could, she leaned back and completely dodged your lips, reaching up to grab your chin to stop you from trying again.

“Please, (Y/N)?”

You huffed and knew you weren’t getting away from this one.

“It’s just…” you took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. “I get a little wrapped up in my own head sometimes. I get worried…”

“Worried about what?”

“I don’t know,” you tried to look away from JJ, but when you started to move your head down, the grip she had on your chin tightened.

“Why are you worried?” JJ repeated. Her tone wasn’t harsh, she wasn’t frustrated. She continued to have a softness to her questions and a look of only concern.

“That you won’t like my body. That maybe you’ll realize I’m not as beautiful as you say I-“

“No.” JJ cut you off short.

“But what if-“

“No.” JJ repeated even firmer, her hand squeezing your chin tighter for emphasis. “You’re beautiful, you’re perfect, you’re everything I could ever want. I know you don’t see yourself the way I do and it kills me to see you cut yourself down all the time.”

Suddenly JJ released your chin, only to push you off her lap and straight onto the bed in one swift move. In the blink of an eye, she was hovering over you, pushing your shirt up and off of you before you could protest.

“I know it takes time,” she murmured as she began to kiss down from your neck to your chest. “I know that people before me made you feel terrible about your body.” She continued to kiss down your body, past your chest and onto your stomach. You couldn’t help but turn to hide your face in the pillow as you felt her lips continue their trail down.

“I wish I could convince you that they were wrong, that how you see yourself is wrong.” JJ was now kissing right above the elastic of your underwear and you couldn’t stop the shiver that ran through your body when you felt her fingers graze between your legs. “You’re gorgeous and I’ll never stop reminding you of that.”

With that, you felt her yank your underwear down and pull it off your body. You still couldn’t bear to look down at her, you felt so vulnerable and exposed. It didn’t help that she was pushing your legs apart and grazing her lips up and down both your thighs. Yet, as nervous as you were, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop her. You didn’t want her to stop.

When you felt her tongue run up your slit, your brain practically short circuited. You let out a low whine that was muffled by your hands still covering your face. Her hands were squeezing your thighs, forcing them to stay spread open for her. Any other time you’d be consumed by your own inner critic for the way you looked when someone touched you like this, but it’s JJ. All she’s said tonight and every other night you’ve spent as her girlfriend has made you more comfortable with your own body than you’ve ever been.

You felt JJ’s tongue circle your clit before she started to lap at it with her tongue. It took everything in you not to continuously moan her name at how good it felt. Yet, you still kept your face hidden, too nervous to look down and see the mess of blonde hair you knew was waiting for you between your thighs. What you couldn’t help, though, was the buck of your hips when her lips wrapped around your clit. You tried with all of your might to keep your reactions contained, but it was starting to get difficult. JJ was really fucking good at what she was doing.

“Hey,” JJ whispered in between your legs. “Don’t hide from me or I’ll stop.”

It only took you a second to contemplate what she was demanding of you. Hesitantly, you dropped your hands from your face and looked down at the blonde. The sight of her between your legs, eyes looking up at you with pure hunger, made your heart stop for a moment. Without much thought, you let your hand drift down to her head, running your fingers through her hair for a brief moment only to squeeze your hand into a fist the moment she dove back in.

That only spurred her on more. Her hands moved to the backs of your thighs as her tongue went back to hungrily lapping at your clit. You couldn’t hold yourself back anymore, moaning and gasping periodically. The hands on your thighs encouraged you to move your hips and grind against her mouth and you completely gave into the feeling. When her tongue dipped down and slid inside you, any ounce of restraint was completely gone and you let out a moan that you were only slightly worried the neighbors would hear.

You couldn’t stop your thighs from shaking and your hips began to grind faster against JJ’s mouth. She could tell that you were close, you just needed a little more. Her tongue returned to your clit as she moved her hand to slide two fingers inside of you, setting a pace to match the rhythm of her mouth. It only took a few pumps of her fingers, curved to hit at just the right spot before you were pulling at her hair and begging her not to stop. Your back arched when she added a third finger, feeling completely stretched out by her, but you adjusted fast. It took two… three hard pumps of her fingers and suddenly you found yourself coming all over them, groaning her name as you did.

JJ gave you a moment to come down from your orgasm before slowly sliding her fingers out of you. You watched with hooded eyes as she licked them clean before crawling back up your body.

“You look so beautiful when you cum for me,” JJ whispered before kissing your lips. Tasting yourself on her tongue made you dizzy. She pulled back to look at you, her hands roaming all over your body as she did.

“You’re so beautiful like this, baby,” JJ repeated. You were naked, panting still from the intensity of the orgasm she just gave you, an utter mess for her. Your usual response would be to disagree, but with the way JJ was looking at you, the way she had made you feel all night, all you could manage to do was continue to melt into her touch.

JJ continued to spend the rest of that night telling you just how perfect she thought you were in between each kiss and each time she touched you. By the end of the night, you both fell asleep naked and entangled in each other's arms. You knew that loving JJ meant you were learning to love yourself and every moment with her made it that much easier.

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She Keeps Me Up

Dom!Jennifer Jareau x Sub!Fem!Reader

I'd fall to pieces if I went anywhere without her

Summary:

JJ is protective of you. When you offer yourself up as 'bait' to lure in an UnSub who is killing women of your type, she protests endlessly about it - but ultimately she can't stop you.

She can, however, possessively lay her claim on you when you get back from the ordeal with nothing more than a tiny scratch.

Dom!Jennifer Jareau x Sub!Fem!Reader. Established Dom/Sub Relationship. Smut/PWP.

Word Count: 3,100

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Detailed warnings and author's notes below the cut.

Warnings: This is pretty much pure smut (with very little plot); this is older/milf JJ and younger reader - the specific age difference is not stated, but the reader is mentioned to be the youngest person on the team; JJ is dominant and the reader is submissive; the reader uses she/her pronouns and has a vagina; in the very minimal plot, the reader volunteers herself as 'bait' to lure an UnSub (that UnSub is hunting women with similar looks to the reader, but the reader's looks are not described in any way); (passing mention of rape - the UnSub rapes his victims); the reader ends up with a very small cut on her neck from the UnSub but doesn't get any other injuries from the incident; JJ is very protective of the reader; JJ is very possessive of the reader; lots of praise kink - JJ calls the reader 'good girl'; JJ calls the reader 'baby', and 'babygirl'; thigh riding (the reader rides JJ's thigh); JJ is fully clothed and the reader is naked; Mommy kink - the reader refers to JJ as Mommy; very slight manhandling (nothing beyond JJ's realistic strength/nothing to suggest the reader can't be plus sized); oral sex - reader receiving; edging (once - because JJ likes to play with her food); slight spit kink; undertones of humiliation kink; fingering - reader receiving; a lot of begging; implications toward overstimulation; and I think that's it?

A/N: I feel like I have to give credit to this amazing edit - this inspired the general vibe of this fic and inspired the song choice for the title. Dom Milf JJ got stuck in my head and I needed to write about her, and when someone requested thigh riding with Dom JJ, it all came together perfectly in my brain. This could be viewed as a version of JJ who never married Will, or this could be viewed as a situation where Will and JJ are poly and Will is totally okay with JJ and the reader's relationship (which is what's happening in my head, even though I didn't mention Will in the fic). Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!!

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“You did so good. Hey, shh. It’s okay. You did so good. You’re okay.”

It was still echoing in your mind - JJ’s firm, soothing voice speaking the words, along with the way she held you tight as you collapsed into her arms after the long, hectic night.

You had been the perfect bait to a killer that the BAU had been struggling to catch - a young, pretty face, exactly like all the other girls he had killed thus far. You were the youngest member of the team, a fresh face that perfectly matched the man’s type in a string of young girls that he had murdered and dismembered after brutally raping them.

Even though you had volunteered to help lure the killer out, JJ had been stiff-jawed and glaring at the mere suggestion of you in the presence of such a sick man. You saw it as a way to help, but all she saw was horrible flashes in her mind, images of you merging with the crime scene photos on the board, turning into one of the dead girls who had been killed so brutally. It kept flashing through her mind on a loop, taunting her. She was deeply against it, and spent the better part of the day trying to talk Emily out of it, trying to convince the team that there was some other way.

But you wouldn’t risk the lives of any more women. You trusted the team to have your back.

And even when the horrible man had held the knife to your throat, just barely cutting into your skin with it while the team rushed to capture him, you still didn’t regret it. So many more people would be safe because of what you had done. JJ had been there for you - holding onto you tight, and assuring you that you had done well while your chest racked with sobs and you struggled for breath.

There was a lot of paperwork to be done and technically they wanted you to visit the hospital to be fully medically cleared, but all you wanted was JJ. You needed some time alone in a quiet room instead of all the flashing lights, people bustling around, asking you questions, crowding into your personal space. She stayed tight by your side, her hand never leaving yours.

She barked at them in her authoritative voice when you gave her a sad-eyed look that told her you didn’t want to go to the hospital. The small cut on the side of your neck that had been inflicted by the man’s large knife was bandaged up with you sitting on the back of the ambulance and then JJ whisked you away from it all.

With you still shaking lightly, your muscles quivering with anxiety and your chest threatening more sobs - she knew that you wouldn’t be able to sleep. Not with your mind replaying it all, over and over again.

She knew exactly what you needed. (She always did.)

It wasn’t long before she had you alone in her hotel room, stripped completely naked while she was still fully clothed. She guided you to sit on her lap as she sat on the edge of the bed, the roughness of her clothes so perfect against your sensitive skin.

The lights were dim - only the lamp of the side table turned on, creating the perfect quiet atmosphere, making it feel like the two of you were the only people in the world. She had a firm, commanding grip on your hips with both hands, guiding you to sit with your thighs bracketed around her leg. You were soon sitting with the firmness of her athletic, muscled thigh stiff between your legs; nestled up against your hot, needy pussy as she firmly pulled you to sit on the fabric of her gray slacks.

You let out a loud whimper as she pulled you to fully sit and forced her thigh fully between your legs. She forced the muscled firmness right up against the naked, swollen lips of your cunt. You weren’t completely wet (yet), but you found yourself clenching down hard at the pure rawness of the fabric rubbing against you, the feeling of her nails digging into the flesh of your hips.

Upon instinct, your hands moved to sit on her shoulders, tangling into the mess of blonde curls there. You whimpered even harder at the feeling of her lips skimming along your cheek as she gently hushed you.

“Shh, shh.” She said, entirely confident and firm. “Good girl. You’re so good for me.”

Her nose brushed down toward your neck and her thigh flexed - you unconsciously bucked forward, scraping your pussy against her leg, creating a raw, perfect burning friction. A needy heat easily grew within you at a very fast rate, easily pushing out any fear or anxiety that you had about being attacked by that man, about coming so close to having your jugular sliced. All of it melted away from you with her grounding touch on you, with her breath fanning across your skin, with her familiar scent in your lungs.

“We’re gonna take it slow, okay baby?” JJ said, her soothing voice petting across you - like being wrapped in velvet.

Slow.

That word was usually your enemy.

But you knew that JJ set the pace, no matter what. She was the one in charge. If she ripped your pants down and demanded that you cum within a minute - then you were just a puppet for her pleasure. If she laid you out on the bed naked and played with you, teased you for hours and only let you cum for the first time when the sun was starting to rise - then all you could do was lay there, a sweaty mess, and let her have her way with you.

She was the commander, and you were nothing but her humble follower.

You felt hollow without her - always waiting for her command, waiting for her touch. And you could do nothing but accept what she had to give you.

“Yes, Mommy.” You squeaked out, sliding your palms from her shoulders, deeper into the softness of her hair, seeking more of that touch - more comfort.

“Good girl.”

It was that firm praise coming from the velvet of her voice that had wetness truly leaking from you now. You didn’t think that she could feel it through the fabric of her pants, not yet. But she knew you well enough, and she could see the tense of your thighs, the way your stomach quivered. She knew how to play you like a fiddle. And she was good.

So it was then that JJ dug her fingers into your hips once again, and began rocking you across her thigh - forcing you to move. She wanted you to begin riding her thigh in order to get off.

“Come on, baby.” She encouraged you, lifting her face from your neck to look you in the eyes - sharp, icy blue piercing through the dim lighting of the room at you, instantly making your gut twist. “Move your hips. Be a good girl for me. Come on.”

You couldn’t help but to follow the instructions, encouraged by her words. You moved your hips along as she guided you - already feeling pleasant warmth and tingling creeping up your spine, pooling in your stomach and between your thighs. With your swollen pussy rubbing against the fabric of her pants, it was creating a hot friction that was already driving you crazy. Your legs unconsciously widened, your body grinding downward, trying to get more attention on your throbbing clit.

“Patience, needy girl.” JJ growled, digging her thumbs firmly into your hips, making you moan out in pain at the sharp touch.

She guided you along in wide, languid strokes. She was forcing your hips to stroke back toward her knee, forcing your back to arch harshly before she brought you back to sit more upright, bringing your body closer to hers once again. It was a motion that put tingling heat through you - but it was a slow burn, rather than the fast, mindless pounding that your body was begging for. She was keeping you on a low simmer, forcing your body to warm up so slowly.

It was just like she wanted - slow.

You whined out with impatience, your hand grasping at her shirt while you bit your lip harshly. You were deeply resisting the urge to fight against her grasp in order to fuck yourself against her.

“Please.” You begged quietly. “Please, Mommy. I need it.”

“I know what you need, babygirl.” JJ told you, leaning in to kiss your forehead.

You let out another pathetic whine, but conceded to her whims.

You closed your eyes to simply feel it, wondering how you would be able to cum like this. (Thinking that you wouldn’t.)

JJ continued to guide you across her thigh with determination and force.

You were getting wetter with each stroke, your body boiling in that slow burn, your thighs shaking every single time you were guided back enough for the stiffness of her muscles to graze your swollen clit. You continued on, your hips pushing deeper - knowing she wouldn’t let you break pace, pushing yourself down harder. You were simply enjoying the presence of her hands on you and the pure burn of her thigh between your legs as you bucked across her in those long, deep strokes.

“Please.” You started begging again. “Please, Mommy, please-”

“Such a needy girl.” JJ sighed - the tone of her voice almost bored - so light and airy, with none of her own lust showing through at all.

Though if you could have pried your eyes open for a second, you would have seen her icy irises almost completely chased out by her lust-blown pupils. You would have seen her looking at you with nothing but pure hunger - absolutely loving the show you were putting on for her as you became more desperate, as you stained her pants wetter and wetter as you went on.

“Mommy’s precious girl.” She hummed to herself.

You would have instantly seen through her calm facade. But you were far too distracted for that.

You were too caught up in your own head, too busy keeping up the long strokes of your hips for some friction on your cunt. You didn’t catch the wistful tone of her voice; you were too distracted to truly feel the way her thumb just barely brushed against the bandage sitting on your neck. You missed the way her eyes lingered on it - half glaring at the bandage, half glossy with unshed tears.

She was still burning with deep anger at the thought that anyone would be allowed to bring even the smallest amount of harm to something that belonged to her and still live. But she was also thankful to the high heavens that you had come out of the incident safe. So thankful that you were back in her arms.

“Mommy-” You croaked out again, your voice cracking with pure need, pulling JJ from her thoughts.

She shouldn’t be thinking of the filthy man who had almost hurt you. She should be thinking of ways she could bring you pleasure now - ways she could be thankful that you were still here, unharmed.

“Where do you need it, huh? Right here?” JJ replied, moving one of her hands to slot between your legs, just barely brushing her fingers against your clit.

This made your hips stutter, pushing toward her touch even more.

“Yes!” You breathed out desperately. “Yes, there! Please!”

JJ let out a gentle laugh, and this made you downright dizzy.

Before you could even comprehend it, you had been flipped onto your back - JJ taking advantage of the fact that your body was limp, lust-weakened and distracted. You were breathless as you looked up at her, now towering over you, so damn powerful with her hair billowing around her in a beautiful golden curtain. Her hands slid up your sides firmly while she leaned into you, pressing her knee into the naked rawness of your cunt - something that made you moan and clench your thighs tighter around her leg.

“Gonna give you just what you need, pretty girl.”

JJ rocked her knee against you a few times, enough to make you moan out brokenly. Before you could get any real friction from it, she moved away completely, leaving you breathless and even more needy.

And then, leaving your stomach flipping with anticipation - she descended downward, using a hair tie that she had around her wrist to put her hair into a messy bun before she positioned herself between your thighs. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what she had in mind.

She took a hold of you by the backs of your knees and shoved your legs up toward your chest, bending you to her will. This made you vulnerable and open to anything she wanted from you as she dove in eagerly. The moment that her tongue made contact with your clit, you knew that you were done for.

(Like you always were exactly when she wanted you to be.)

“Mommy!” You cried out desperately.

Your back arched hard as you fisted the comforter of the still-made bed underneath you, quivering under her touch but unable to move as she kept you concretely in place. Her lips suctioning tightly around your clit and sucking for dear life, determined to make you cum as hard as possible now that she had teased you to this point.

“Fuck, Mommy! Oh, oh god!”

Your hip muscles quivered and you gasped hard, struggling to get air into your lungs as she furiously worked her tongue over you. The movements of her talented tongue causing sharp, hard shocks of pleasure to emanate out from that precious little point. It was all so perfect - the filthy slide of her spit mixing with your wetness, dripping down between your pussy lips, even gathering and dripping down along your asshole and lingering in a small puddle on the bed.

You were a mess - just as JJ wanted.

She dug her nails into the flesh on the backs of your thighs, making the muscles in your legs burn from holding the position. But you had nowhere to go, you could do nothing but sit there and take it as she sucked on your clit and tongued against you with vigor - giving you exactly what you had been begging for, making you mindless and dizzy as the pleasure became near painful in the most beautiful way.

“Mommy!” You gasped. “Mommy, fuck! Gonna-”

She cut off your words just as you were on the edge, pulling back with a wicked grin and just barely cutting off your orgasm. It made your whole body tense up in shock and caused your lungs to let out a shocked, disappointed whine. You bit your lip to keep from swearing or letting out any complaints - which you knew would only lead to a prolonged time before cumming with JJ in charge.

Instead, you stared at her with your best sad eyes, hoping she would take pity on you. She gathered a large glob of spit on her tongue and heaved it onto your clit, and the touch of this alone had your legs quivering harshly and caused you to let out another sharp moan.

“Please!” You began begging again, knowing that your voice was completely choked by desperation. “Please, please, please, please-” You didn’t breathe between the words, chanting with pure need until JJ shut you up.

“Shh, shh.” She hushed you, running her cheek along your inner thigh. “You need it that bad, huh?” She mocked you gently, and you echoed back a moan.

“Yes.” You confirmed, your voice warbling.

“Hey, look at me.” She hummed quietly.

Your head snapped toward her automatically, and then you were staring down those powerful eyes once again - greeted by her chin glistening with your juices, her messy hair half fallen out of the haste bun. Of course, she looked more gorgeous than ever.

JJ crept back up your body, letting go of one of your thighs and letting it relax, but keeping the other leg pinned up. She put her body weight against it now, putting your knee over her shoulder while she snuck her hand between your thighs as she leaned in to kiss you firmly. The taste of yourself on her lips was beautifully tangy, and you couldn’t help but to suck that taste off her tongue as she forced it between your lips.

She pulled away after a moment, pulling a moan from between your lips.

“Tell me that you’re never gonna do that again.” JJ whispered against your lips.

In your lust-wrecked state, you were confused.

“Huh?” You mumbled back.

“Tell me that you’re never going to volunteer as bait ever again.” JJ said, grinding out the word harshly. “You belong to me. And you need to be safe. So what I say - goes.”

Your pussy clenched at her words. You hadn’t realized how much you had truly worried her - how much you had upset her.

“I won’t do it again.” You murmured back, your voice partially lost in your throat. “I promise, Mommy. I won’t. I’m yours.”

JJ showed her satisfaction with your declaration by shoving two fingers into your well-slicked, wanting pussy. With no warning, she began pounding the digits in and out at a furious pace, sending your body into overdrive.

Still pinning your leg into place with her body, she moved her other hand down so that she could rub your clit in fast, hard strokes to make it all more intense.

In seconds, your pussy was once again throbbing, lit up and burning from the sensations while she fucked you hard and quick - driving you towards an orgasm at an intense, rapid pace.

You let out harsh pants against her mouth and her lips formed into a sharp smile, clearly pleased with herself for turning you into such a mess so quickly. She crooked her elbow so that she could fuck her fingers into you at a sharper angle - and it was only moments before you felt your stomach clenching up again, that telltale heat drawing across your thighs as your clit downright burned underneath her fingers.

“Please. Please, Mommy!” You begged, your throat scraping against the word now. “I need, I need - oh!”

She was actually feeling merciful this time, and continued to fuck you through it, finally bringing you to the orgasm that your body had been begging for all night.

But of course, she didn’t let up. She wasn’t going to stop there.

She leaned in and kissed you on the forehead, and you knew that you had a very long night ahead of you.

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A/N: Please keep in mind, this is a standalone oneshot, and I will not be writing a follow up or a 'part 2'. If you are going to comment, please comment about the body of work that has been written. Also, please consider reblogging, because supporting fanfiction writers is important to keep fandoms going! If you liked this and you want to see more, definitely check out my Criminal Minds Masterlist for more of my work.

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hotchs-big-hands · 6 months

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The Slaughterhouse

Aaron Hotchner x plus-size fem!reader part 1 5.3k words

Minors dni please

Warning(s): VERY DARK, graphic murder description, injury, gore, blood, fatphobia, extreme angst (with a happy ending), sort-of enemies to lovers, kidnapping, torture, references to SA, derogatory nsfw comments. Oh and I use the word fat because I personally reclaimed it to not rly insult me as it is merely a descriptive word. I do not use it in an insulting way even once in the series.

Please heed the warnings, this series is going to be dark asf. No smut in this series tho.

An escalating string of gruesomely murdered fat women begin to stack up with no end in sight. What started as an unfortunate routine case for the BAU team, takes a disturbing turn as you become entangled in the unsub's web, danger approaching closer and closer. It's only a matter of time before it's too late to bring the madness to an end.

Hiiiii everyone! I'm really happy to start my new series! It's a vast departure from my previous series lol but I hope you all enjoy regardless! As stated tho in the warnings it's gonna get dark so feel free to skip if you're not comfortable! But if you'd like to be tagged then please let me know! Happy reading 💖💖💖

A thin trail of red tinged water trickled down into the drain, not quite blending together more so than the red slowly spread out in the clear liquid like drops of crimson ink.

"Has Pen got a cute bandaid I could use, you think?" You asked the woman beside you as you rinsed a papercut you'd gained from the insultingly tall stack of paperwork on your desk. The woman, Emily Prentiss, shrugged slightly, tussling her silky, black hair.

"Maybe. I'll text her and ask."

"Thanks."

It didn't take long for the door to the women's restroom to burst open, almost slamming into the wall as a frantic Penelope Garcia rushed over to you, a pink first aid kit in her bejewelled hands.

"I'm here, I'm here! Nurse Garcia to the rescue!!" She cried, her blonde curls bouncing with every step. You chuckled at her as Emily stepped out of the way.

"Thank goodness, I was really starting to have second thoughts about my survival rate here."

Penelope was quick to spring into action, setting the kit down and upon opening it she retrieved an antiseptic wipe.

"Give me your hand, I'm going to clean the area." She instructed, eyes a little narrowed as she began to concentrate. You winced slightly when the antiseptic stung a little, but soon you were sporting an adorable pink bandaid with a Hello Kitty pattern on it. You held your hand out to admire it with a grin.

"Thanks so much, Pen!"

The ditzy blonde woman smiled.

"You are so welcome, my lovely."

"Come on, we need to head back to the bullpen before somebody notices we disappeared." Emily said pointedly, glancing at Penelope who returned the look. You grimaced slightly and took the empty bandaid wrapper to shove in the trashcan under your desk.

"Yeah true, we should go before I end up with another stack of paperwork." You muttered, heading towards the door and pulling it towards you. That somebody was none other than your up-tight, impersonal boss and unit chief Aaron Hotchner. Well, impersonal with you that is.

Your time in the BAU had only been a mere year, but it was long enough to form relationships with your coworkers. Whenever possible, you attended ladies' nights with Penelope, Emily and the only other woman in the BAU; Jennifer 'JJ' Jareau, spent time with the ever charmer Derek Morgan whilst he worked on his house projects and happily listened to the young Doctor Spencer Reid as he spoke extensively about chemistry or some sort of engineering related topic. Hell, sometimes you even offered an ear to the oldest member of the team; David Rossi, discussing his passion for cooking and other such things from his life.

But no matter what you tried, there was no breaking down the walls around Aaron Hotchner and at this point you'd begun to stop trying. And it hurt like hell. Not because he was your boss, you didn't care so much about that, but because you happened to like him very much. Probably too much even. He was gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous. Even now you couldn't stop yourself from letting your eyes wander over to glance at him, to take in his tall stature and handsomely seasoned features. And you knew he had a kind and loving side to him as well from the interactions you'd witnessed between him and your coworkers. But the same couldn't be said for you. He never offered that olive branch to you, never spoke to you besides work related discussion when on cases. Hell, you basically knew nothing of his son besides the snippets the others had told you of the elusive boy. Not from Agent Hotchner, but from Emily, Derek, Penny...

There was no way of saying it didn't sting, because it did very much so. And it had been this way right from when you walked through the door per section chief Erin Strauss' recommendation. Your interview was tense between yourself, Hotchner and Rossi with the two of them seemingly being in disagreement about you. Rossi, on one hand, was adamant about your capabilities and of what you would bring to the team, whereas your now boss was reluctant. Nitpicky. Wanting to find something to use to keep you from the position in the team. And when he realised you were officially in the team on your first day, walking into the bullpen with your slightly busted brown box of desk essentials and trinkets, was when the walls were raised to impenetrable heights.

Sighing quietly, you returned to the bullpen, fingers of your uninjured hand fiddling with the balled up wrapper. Your eyes flicked to the familiar windowed office above the main desk area. The blinds were open. He no doubt knew yourself and Emily had disappeared for a short while. You scowled a little to yourself. What did it matter? As long as you got your work completed all the same then it didn't matter if you were at your desk the whole day or not. And it didn't matter what he thought, or if he even did take notice of your absence or if he knew why you were gone. Or if he worried over you. It didn't matter, you told yourself.

"Hey sweet thing, what's that frown for, huh?" You blinked as you were brought to the present by the voice of your friend Derek Morgan. You turned in your chair to face him with a sheepish grin.

"Oh, I'm just annoyed I got a papercut. Like are you kidding me?" You said humourously and the dark skinned man laughed, his teeth gleaming under the artificial office lights.

"Aww I'm sorry, did you accidentally touch these abs or something?" His eyes were shining mischievously now and you rolled your own with a scoff.

"Yeah yeah, you wish. The culprit was this pile of paperwork though."

In response, Derek formed a heart shape with his hands, only to break it when he moved his hands away from one another, pouting sadly as he slumped back in his chair. You giggled quietly and rolled your eyes before you returned your attention to the casefiles on your desk. But it wasn't long before you spotted the colourfully dressed Penny again as she rushed towards your unit chief's office, meaning there was a case about to unfold. You eyed your coworkers, who returned the glance, then automatically made a move to close the casefile you had open on your desk and added it to the paper tower. You rose from your seat just as the office door swung open again and Penny reappeared with Hotch behind her. As she made her way to the conference room the tall man leaned over the walkway in the direction of your colleagues and yourself.

"We have a case. Be in the conference room in 2 minutes." He said curtly, eyes flicking between each face. They lingered on you for a moment, brows pulled together in a deep frown, then moved away as he followed the blonde woman. Over time you'd come to understand that look; this case was bad. Very bad.

JJ was already in the conference room when you trailed in behind Reid, Rossi following behind you and closing the door as the last person in the room. You took a seat near the far side of the round table from the doorway, Emily moving to sit on your left. Your eyes drifted around the room, brows furrowing very slightly when you couldn't find the unit chief in his usual position at the table. The chair beside you made a sound as it was pulled out and to your horror you realised none other than Derek Morgan had taken Hotch's seat, which meant...

You heard Aaron Hotchner clear his throat to your right as he shifted to get comfortable in the chair, the leather squeaking beneath his weight. You didn't dare look his way, instead turning your head to Emily with a slightly skittish look in your eyes. To your horror she was already looking at you, a devilish smirk battling its way on her face.

"You okay there, (L/n)?" She asked sweetly. You scoffed.

"Always am."

You could have sworn you heard the man beside you draw in a sharp breath.

"Let's get started." He said in his smooth, deep voice.

JJ had laid out the casefiles for everyone to look at, but as you reached forward to grab your copy a tanned, hairy hand gently grasped your wrist. You flinched, body turning to the culprit as none other than your boss. He stared back, brows furrowed deeply and his emotions guarded.

"Careful."

You knew all eyes were on the two of you, the burn of the stares was almost unbearable, like fire ants crawling all over you. And then Penelope cleared her throat, ending the moment. Hotch retracted his hand from your wrist carefully and you turned your attention to the two blonde women about to present the case.

It became very apparent almost immediately why your boss was hesitant for you to open your casefile.

You had seen all manner of depravity in this field of work. And while you didn't exactly enjoy seeing the bodies of victims, even the most gruesome crimes didn't really affect you as much as they used to. But what you didn't expect was seeing the horribly mutilated corpses of women, women who had a common similarity with you. Every single one was fat like you. Well, as best as you could tell through the extent of the mutilations to the bodies. With the side-by-side comparison of the photos of the victims as they were alive and happy, their cheerful smiles besides the butchered bodies was... difficult. Hell, you could effortlessly imagine a photo of yourself alongside theirs with how similar their bodies were to yours.

The voices of your colleagues around you seemed distant as your eyes read the current details of the case. Over the course of 4 months, seven women of varied ethnicities, between the ages of 19 and 25, had all been found dumped naked in a variety of locations in a large town in Texas. Their bodies were butchered and there was evidence of violent sexual assault. A chilling detail was each victim had had their blood drained entirely. You couldn't stop your eyes from drifting back to the photos of their faces.

"(L/n)?"

You blinked, looking up to see who had spoken. All eyes were on you, causing you to wince slightly.

"Yeah?"

Beside you, Emily placed her hand on your arm.

"You alright?" She asked quietly. You were quiet for a moment.

"Oh, yeah I'm... fine. I was just reading the details." You managed to murmur.

"Any thoughts so far?" Rossi cut in, staring at you intently.

"Mhm, this killer holds a lot of resentment towards fat women from the way they've sliced and butchered their bodies. The blood draining is a bit unusual, however I don't think it's for ritualistic purposes."

"What do you suspect it to be about?" JJ spoke. You narrowed your eyes a little as you thought about it.

"I'm... not sure. Maybe there isn't a purpose other than to get rid of the mess."

Beside you, the leather of the chair Hotch sat on creaked under his movement when he closed his copy of the casefile and pushed away from the table.

"We'll continue to discuss theories on the plane. For now, get yourselves ready to go. Wheels up in thirty." He concluded and stood up from his seat, everyone else following along. You closed your file and made a move to follow behind Emily, when the familiar touch of Hotch's hand grasped your wrist gently again. "(L/n), a word."

Helplessly, you watched everyone file out of the room and you sighed gently. His hand dropped away and as you glanced down at your feet you could feel his scrutinizing stare.

"I need you to remain by my side for this case." He said bluntly.

"Huh?"

You frowned at him. This certainly wasn't what you thought he was going to say. You watched as his brow creased.

"I want to keep an eye on you."

What? You blinked at him.

"Why's that, sir? I don't quite follow."

"I don't want to be insensitive but you have seen the victims the unsub targeted. I just want to make sure you're safe." Hotch explained in as gentle of a way he had ever spoken to you. Oh... You swallowed thickly and nodded once.

"I see. Uh, well I appreciate it, sir. I should be okay though, I have you all around me after all."

It was your boss' turn to frown now, evidently displeased with your response. But he didn't push it, picking his casefile off the table and fixing his watch around his wrist.

"If you insist. But I don't approve of this though."

You nodded and cleared your throat, following him as he stalked out of the conference room. As he made a right turn towards his office, you continued forward until you were with the others again. JJ was the first to break the air of curiosity.

"What did Hotch want?" She asked you as she checked she had everything she needed in her go bag. You sighed and crossed over to your desk.

"Said he wants me to stay by his side, given the nature of what we're dealing with."

"And are you doing that?" Derek asked, eyeing you pointedly. You shook your head.

"I don't really want to have to hang back from working on this case as much as I intend on doing so."

Emily lightly nudged you when she approached your desk, her bag slung over one shoulder.

"Maybe he has a point though." She offered but you scrunched your nose up.

"I also don't really feel like spending the whole time with someone who acts like I'm as worthy of their time as a plank of rotting wood would be." You muttered to yourself as you shoved the casefile in your bag, missing the uncomfortable shared glances of your team mates when the subject of your conversation approached the group.

You felt Emily nudge you again and you straightened up, sealing your bag shut.

"Alright, alright I'm ready to go n..ow..." she wasn't looking at you, you realised, and your body tensed when you heard him speak.

"Let's head out." Agent Hotchner said roughly and turned to leave, face sour. Damn, you strongly hoped he hadn't heard you just now but judging from his expression you knew he must have done. Sighing softly, you picked your bag up and swung it over your shoulder. And followed behind the others to head to the airport. It was never a good idea to start a case off with conflict.

Work began immediately when the team met up with the Police department in Memphis, with everyone splitting up to take care of different tasks. Much to your relief, Hotch had teamed you up with Derek to visit the bar the latest victim had been last seen before her disappearance and murder. Despite the time in the day it was rowdy inside, a significant hum of conversation ever present as the two of you navigated around to interview staff and patrons. So far, there had been no luck though with finding any information on whoever was responsible for the crimes.

As your eyes drifted around the room they settled on a young woman who had just entered the bar. She stood around five feet six inches tall with dyed red curls which ended around her shoulders and her figure was similar to your own, albeit slightly bigger. Someone the unsub would target, you thought to yourself bitterly. Her eyes found you and she nervously approached you, gaze darting around. Nudging Derek subtly, you met the girl halfway across the bar. She was shaking.

"Hey, I'm agent (Y/n) (L/n) and this is agent Derek Morgan of the FBI. Are you alright?" You asked her gently and she cleared her throat.

"You're... you're investigating the murders, aren't you?" Her voice was quiet. You nodded and brought your hands up to take hold of her arms.

"I understand it's very frightening right now, but we're here to do whatever we can to find this person."

Derek eyed the young woman, gaze sincere but analysing.

"Do you have anyone of note who could be a person of interest?" He questioned her. Her eyes flitted to him.

"I... I'm not sure. There's a lot of people who treat us badly," She shifted around, folding her arms close to her body. "J-just five months ago there was a girl who got- um, assaulted because she rejected someone. She was like us, a bigger woman."

Derek's frown deepened.

"Is there records of the assault?"

She shook her head.

"Only of her initial report and visit to the hospital. She was um, too scared to say who it was." She scrunched her eyes shut for a second and shuddered. "H-her name was Amelia Dougherty."

A coldness sunk deep within your abdomen and you fought off the twitch of your lower lip. That was the first victim found dead four months ago. You offered a gentle squeeze of her arms.

"What's your name, lovey?" You said sweetly, feeling the young woman relax under your touch slightly.

"Carla. Carla Reynolds, ma'am."

Your thumbs soothingly brushed against her arms, hopeful she took it as encouragement.

"Well, Carla. I want to thank you for talking to us today. Right now though I need you to head home, protect yourself. Try your best not to go out and about alone if you can help it, yeah?" You instructed her and she nodded.

"Okay..."

With one last squeeze, you let go of her and smiled faintly. Beside you, Derek slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out a small rectangle of card.

"If you think of anything or see anything suspicious, call my number. Thank you for your time, Miss Reynolds." He said politely, but not unkindly and you both watched as she quickly left the bar. You exhaled softly and turned to the man beside you.

"We certainly know the possible trigger that started this whole murder spree." You murmured. The man beside you nodded and pulled his phone from his pocket with the intention to make a call.

"We'll head back to the station with what we know. I'm gonna ask Garcia for any files on assault reports within the last few months before the murders." He said as he pressed his phone to his ear.

"Sure, I'll just have one last sweep around."

As the man turned to make a call, you let your eyes drift around the room again to analyse everyone. None seemed to stand out, nor were there any other larger women around at this point. Distantly, you could hear Derek chatting lightly to Penny on the other end of the line but you paid little mind to it. But as you turned around to make your way outside a flurry of people entered the bar and, as a consequence, someone bumped into you and caused you to stumble.

"Hey! Watch it, man!" You heard your companion snap, but whoever it was had long since disappeared into the crowd. You sighed and fixed your clothing.

"It's fine, Der. We have more important things to focus on right now anyway."

You could tell from the expression on Derek's face that he was reluctant to let this drop, but he didn't challenge you. And at this point he had finished the call anyway, so without any further delay the two of you headed outside to drive back to the station.

There were no patterns between any of the assault victims from before the murders. All were a much wider range of women, a wider age range, varying body types and there was a multitude of perpetrators committing these assaults as opposed to one, who was suspected to be acting alone committing the murders. And this didn't even include male victims either. The first day of the case was chalking up to being a frustrating dead-end.

Standing in front of the whiteboard that was covered in tacked on pictures and scrawled out notes, you rubbed a hand over your face as you felt your brain turn into cotton in your skull. It was then you felt a presence beside you, causing you to stiffen slightly.

"Got anything?" You heard the soft, deep rumble of Hotch's voice. You exhaled. As you glanced to your side you realised how close to one another you were and the scent of his cologne hit your senses. It made your head feel a bit fuzzy.

"Other than what we already have, no. Maybe just theories on why the unsub picked out these women in particular." You murmured.

"Let's talk about them."

You turned to him with a slight nod, eyes reluctant to leave the board.

"Well, the photographs; the body language suggests a lot of discomfort. The women don't really like being the centre of attention. They're insecure." You began, motioning to the pictures of the victims from when they were still alive. "The unsub will have taken advantage of this, approaching the women in clubs and bars to flirt with them."

Hotch hummed, his focus entirely on you.

"It would seem likely, yes."

"But why go with the guy if they were so insecure?" A different voice chimed into the conversation, causing the two of you to turn. Behind you, Spencer stared with a furrowed brow and you sighed gently.

"If you're in a position where you've never had anyone show interest in you, or at least never seem genuine about it, it really messes with your self esteem. So having someone spend time with you flirting with you will inevitably cause you to drop your defense a bit. Because, well, you've never experienced this before." You turned to the board again and grabbed one of the markers to write some notes down. "With this I can only imagine the unsub is definitely above average in attractiveness but not so much to the point where the victims wouldn't trust their supposed interest."

"Most likely in the late twenties to early thirties. But we'll continue the profile with fresh eyes in the morning." Hotch said and he motioned to address the others. "We should stop for the night and check in to the hotel. We'll be up early in the morning."

There was a mutual sound of agreement from your colleagues but before you could say anything more to your unit chief, he was walking away briskly and pulling his phone out of his pocket to seemingly make a call. He never seemed to linger around you more than what was required of him. You puffed out a breath and capped the pen in your hand again before setting it down. To your left, you were aware of Emily approaching you.

"Sooo..." She began and you huffed.

"Oh, don't start."

"I didn't say anything!"

With a scowl you turned to her, noting the grin she was trying desperately to fend off. You folded your arms.

"Don't be sly with me, dumbass." You spat and she chuckled.

"You know I don't mean any ill-will. Just wondering how you're getting on."

You scoffed.

"Yeah, yeah sure you are."

"Well, I'm sure it's not easy working beside the man you're definitely not interested in!"

A tired grumble left you as you crossed the room to grab your casefile.

“Girl, we are literally trying to solve a serial murder case right now. I got no time to be thinking about anything but this.”

Emily chuckled and leaned her weight onto her hand braced on the table in the centre of the room.

“I know you’re struggling hard not to think about him though.”

You jabbed her with your elbow and scowled at her.

“That’s enough out of you. Now come on, we’re done for the day.” You said and tucked the manila folder under your arm, not missing the little chuckle from the raven haired woman. Once everyone was ready to depart, you found yourself in the same car as the girls and Reid, sitting in the back as you scrolled through your phone. There was a group chat you all used, originally created for strictly case related situations, but with Garcia around there was no way it was going to remain professional for long. And so now it was a mix of light-hearted conversation and sharing as well as more serious messages. The aforementioned had sent a series of messages in response to knowing you were all retiring for the night and you idly sent your own, typically the one to try and send things that would bring a smile to everyone’s faces. The lights from distant buildings and streetlamps would occasionally light up the interior of the car, illuminating your grip on your phone and the face of Reid sitting beside you in the back seat.

Before long, you had reached your destination following behind the car Derek, Rossi and Hotch were in. After parking up, you all grabbed your bags and trailed in behind the two eldest members of the team as they strode towards the reception desk. After a few minutes, the remainder of you decided to take up the couches in the foyer, realising Hotch and Rossi were taking longer than you thought to sort out the rooms. This was not a good sign, only further proven when they turned to the group, mild agitation on their faces. You sighed.

“Oh no, they don’t look too happy, do they?” You mumbled to Derek, leaning towards him. He chuckled.

“No, they do not. I can only imagine what that means.”

And soon enough the situation was brought to light.

“There was a mishap with the booking and there’s no longer enough rooms for one each,” Hotch said flatly, his shoulders slumped and his jaw clenched. “We’ll have to double up.”

Shit. Your eyes flicked to Emily immediately and your heart jolted upon realising she was staring at you with a widening grin. Oh no.

She pushed up off the couch and grabbed her bag, throwing the strap over her shoulder.

“Let’s go, JJ.” She declared and the blonde woman’s head shot up, gaze switching between the two of you. And much to your dismay, she too stood up and followed Emily to grab their room keys.

“Sure.”

Your eyes drifted towards Derek and Reid, feeling slightly hopeful knowing Derek didn’t often enjoy sharing with the young doctor. It startled you when he winked at you, then dragged the wild-haired man to stand up with him.

“C’mon, pretty boy. It’s you and me now.”

Reid seemingly had nothing to say, his brow crooked as slight confusion settled in. Now all that remained was the last two eldest members. Slowly, you turned to look at the eldest.

“...Rossi?”

“Actually, you’ll be sharing with me.” the man beside him spoke, drawing your attention. Hotch eyed you carefully, his brows pulled together slightly. You swallowed.

“I could always take the single room..?” you offered weakly.

“No, I would feel more at ease if you were sharing.”

Rossi raised his brows as he sniffed loudly, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards.

“And I need my peace and quiet, so I will take the single.” he said and before you could protest the seasoned agent spun on his heel and retreated towards the elevators.

You sighed gently, slowly rising to your feet and awkwardly approaching Hotch.

“Okay… I guess that leaves us then.”

“Yes. If you don’t mind.” he said, brows pulled together. You held your tongue.

“I don’t.”

With a slight nod, he turned away to find the elevators and you quickly followed, pattering after him with your go-bag held at your side. Hotch reached the elevators quickly, holding the doors open for you then pressing the number for your floor. The ride up was silent, painfully so and despite being less than a minute long it felt as though the seconds had been dragged out to an hour long. Tiredly, you dumped your bag in front of you, eyes wandering around the steel walls around you the longer the ride took. Should you speak? You had no idea, unsure what to even say to the man. As though feeling the same discomfort, Hotch cleared his throat and shifted his weight from one foot to another in the empty space the both of you were in. The chime of the elevator stopping to open its doors startled you, blinking a few times at the sound.

As you turned your attention to your bag, Hotch’s hand appeared in view and briskly grabbed the handles of your bag and picked it up. You gasped, looking up at him and realising he was watching you. You drew in a sharp breath.

“Um, thanks.”

“Mhm.”

Once again, he held the elevator door open with his elbow, his hands full with your bag and his. You didn’t comment on it, instead smiling sheepishly and uttering another ‘thank you’ as you passed him. He led the way again, stalking down the carpeted corridor until he stopped in front of a random door. He placed the bags down and made a move to unlock the door, the keys jangling being the only noise in that moment. You both heard the click of the lock coming loose and, after picking the bags up again, Hotch pushed the door open to step inside. But as you followed, you bumped into his solid form and earned a quiet grunt from him, not expecting him to have stopped so suddenly.

“What’s wrong?” you wondered aloud, inching around him to see the problem- oh. Hm.

One king-sized bed sat in the centre of the room against the left wall, not the two beds you were both expecting. Fuck.

“I’ll return to the front desk and see if there’s anything they can do to change this.” Hotch said and you turned to look back at him.

“You know there isn’t anything available, though. Let’s just, um, head in and sort out in the morning.”

The longer you stared at the seeming displeasure on his face, the worse you began to feel about sharing with him. Great, he probably was regretting this now.

“Are you certain?”

It made you frown.

“I’m tired, sir. I just want to have a shower and get some rest.” you muttered. He let out a heavy sigh, deepening the uncomfortable feeling in your lower abdomen, but relented by following you inside the room and closing the door when he had deposited the bags onto the bed.

“You can take the first shower.” he offered quietly and your face twitched into a miniature smile.

“Thanks. Won’t be long. You can choose which side to sleep on.”

Unpacking your toiletries and your (regretful choice) of pyjamas, you tiptoed towards the shower room after kicking your shoes off. Hotch had already made claim of the table in the room, spreading out his work across the surface. You closed the door behind you quickly when he shrugged his suit jacket off and loosened his tie, electing to restrict yourself from seeing him in anything less than his standard clothing for your own wellbeing.

You began to undress, untucking your shirt from your trousers, when you finally noticed something truly off.

Your FBI ID was gone. With one brow quirked, you searched through your pockets and in your toiletry bag, expecting to have maybe misplaced it in a sleepy state. But no… You swallowed thickly and opened the shower room door again. Automatically, Hotch’s head moved to your direction from where he was seated on the side of the bed nearest the hotel room door and he tilted his head.

“What is it?”

You cleared your throat.

“U-uhm… My ID; it’s gone.”

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Family Business

Author: @crowleysgirl67

Word Count: 3782

Parings/Characters: NCIS team, BAU, (Y/N) Gibbs, Hotch x Reader (eventual)

Warnings: NCIS/CM crossover, show warnings, angst,

A/N: Thanks for reading! Loosely based on NCIS S3 E 23/24 the hiatus,

“(Y/N)”

You turned at the sound of your name and smiled as you saw your dad approach with Fornell in tow. You abandoned your new team mates, who watched with curiosity, and met him in a hug. “What are you doing here?”

“We had other business to discuss and I mentioned you and your team were here.” Fornell chuckled. “You know he can’t resist seeing you.”

“Please you’re the same way with Emily.” your smile never faded.

“Plus he wants to scope them out ya know how dads are.” Fornell smirked as Gibbs rolled his eyes.

“Well come on then. I’ll introduce you.” you hooked your arm through your dads and led him over to the team.

“Special Agent Gibbs, this is my team Dr. Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan, David Rossi, Jennifer Jareau, and Emily Prentiss. Penelope Garcia is our tech analyst who isn’t in the group right here. Nor is our team leader Agent Hotchner.” He gives a slight nod as you introduce everyone, obviously sizing them up a bit.

“Guys this is Special Agent Gibbs, NCIS.”

“Gibbs?” Morgan questions, looking between the two of you.

“My father.” you smiled, glancing over at him catching the small smile that graced his face before it disappeared.

Hotch emerged from his office and appeared at the top of the steps, looking down watching. Rossi spotted him and waved him down, “Come meet Agent Gibbs”

Confusion crosses his face as he comes down the steps, “I’ve already met her, she's on the team.”

“Not me Hotch.” you smiled and rolled your eyes.

His attention shifted to Gibbs “Special Agent Aaron Hotchner.” he introduced himself.

“Special Agent Gibbs” he shook his hand in a firm grasp.

You shook your head slightly as they sized each other up. You understood he just wanted to make sure you were safe, but sometimes it was ridiculous. Their weird spell was broken when a cell rang, Gibbs unclipped it from his belt and answered “Gibbs.”

He took a few steps away to listen to his call. When he was finished you approached him to say goodbye knowing he had to go. After your goodbyes you headed back over to the team.

“What?” you asked, feeling a little weird as they stared at you.

“So that was your dad huh? Interesting guy.” Morgan says.

You shrug, “He’s my dad.” you did worry that they were profiling him but you didn’t dwell on it as Hotch beckoned everyone to the conference room. Time for another case.

***

“What the hell was that?!” Hotch shouted at you.

“What do you mean what was that? It’s my fucking job!” you seethed. Who the hell did he think he was? You did your job, you weren’t out of line.

“You could have been hurt, or worse.”

“So could anybody! Rossi, Derek, you! Any of us could!” you crossed your arms.

“You’re different.”

“How the fuck am I different?”

“You’re young, you haven’t been doing this as long.”

“Are you kidding me? I’ve been doing this since I was eighteen.”

“Under your father, sure.”

Your jaw dropped, “Your excuse is that I’m inexperienced because my dad taught me? My father is one of the best damn agents there is and I will not stand here and take this.” you stormed off.

***

You clenched your jaw but kept quiet. The plane ride was tense and you felt a little bad for the others that they couldn’t relax a little because Hotch was mad at you, again. It wasn’t as if you tried to get in trouble, it was just something about him treating you differently than the rest of them that pissed you off. Sure you were the youngest but that didn’t mean you weren’t capable. Hell you’d been doing this for years. This work was in your blood, who you were.

Protecting people was your job, even if it meant you were in harms way. Standing in front of that kid today was no different. The unsub had been waving a gun around and the kid would have been in the crossfire if you hadn’t stepped in.

By the time the plane landed you’d finished your reports and dropped them in front of Hotch as you deboarded faster than the rest of them. You were half way across the tarmac by the time they got off.

“Who the hell is that?” Morgan asks as you run up to a man in a red sports car.

“Does she have a boyfriend?” JJ asked.

“She’s never mentioned one. Can anybody see him clearly? Maybe it’s just her dad. We don’t know what kind of car he drives.” Emily suggests. “I think his name is Tony.” Spencer joins them on the ground.

“Slow down, pretty boy. How do you know that?” Morgan looks at him.

“I caught a glimpse of her cell phone screen when she was texting.” he shrugs as they watch you get in the car and the two of you take off.

***

When you walked in Monday morning you headed straight for Hotch’s office. Might as well get the yelling over with. You were feeling a little better after spending the weekend with your dad and friends. Ziva and you did a little sparring to help you work out some of your aggression. You flex your bruised and a little bit bloodied knuckles and roll your shoulder a bit where she’d gotten a good hit in. Open handed you tapped on Hotch’s door in lieu of knocking.

“Come in.” he said without looking up.

You walked in and shut the door, which made him look up. He regarded you as you crossed your arms waiting for him to start.

Instead of yelling he said, “You’re hurt.”

“Oh this is nothing. Just did some sparring over the weekend.” you shrug off his comment. You’d had worse which actually caused permanent bone pain.

He looked pointedly at your bruised knuckles, “Since when does sparring do that?”

“When you spar with a former Mossad officer. She is ruthless.” you chuckle softly.

“Was there something you needed?”

“Uh.. You’re not gonna yell at me? You were pretty pissed earlier.” you were confused. You had expected to be yelled at not this.

“No. Anything else?”

“Uh… I guess not.”

He nodded and went back to his work effectively dismissing you. You left his office confused, not that you minded not being yelled at. In fact it was nice not to be, but you were confused why he had a change of heart. It crossed your mind that one of the others might have said something to him. You were with them all weekend you didn’t see how they could have.

“Yo (Y/N). You ok?” Morgan asked, walking up beside you.

“Huh? Oh. Yeah I’m fine.” you answered distractedly.

“Yeah cuz you sound fine. What’s up?” he slung his arm over your shoulder.

“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it. But thank you for your concern, that's sweet.”

“Ok, I’ll drop it if you answer a question for me.” he grins.

“You want to know who picked me up?” you guessed.

“Exactly. So who is he?”

“Tonys a friend, he works with my dad.”

“Just a friend huh?” he raised a brow at you.

“Yes.” you roll your eyes and nudge him, “He’s like my big brother. You tryin’ suss out if I’m dating anyone? Because the answer is no.”

He didn’t get to say anything else as JJ came over.

“Conference room in five.” she said as she passed.

“Ya heard the lady.” you chuckled and ducked from under his arm and headed that direction.

After the case debrief, everyone scattered to gather their things to meet on the plane. You were the last one out as you slipped your phone from your pocket and sent a group text to Tony, Ziva, Mcgee and you included Abby. Although you were sure it wasn’t her she would get a kick out of this.

*Alright, which one of you did it? Fess up.* you sent the text and grabbed your bag after making it back to your desk. Their responses rolled in quickly.

*Ooh you’re in trouble* you chuckled to yourself at Abby.

Ziva: *I don’t know what you’re referring to.*

Tony : *Did what? Whatever it was I plead the fifth*

You: *Who got to my boss? He didn't yell at me today.*

Ziva: *Is that not a good thing? I am confused. You were just complaining about him yelling at you.*

Abby: *gasp* (Y/N) are you disappointed he didn’t yell at you?

Tony: *Do you like him???*

You: Shut up Tony.

Abby: *YOU DO!!!! That’s so cute!!!!

You: YOU’RE MISSIN’ THE POINT!

You: *Who did it???*

Tim: *I did. I texted him a video from your phone of you sparring with Ziva, with a caption about you being upset about being treated differently. I then deleted the evidence.

Tony: *Go probie! I didn’t know you had it in you.*

You: *Awww Tim. <3 Thank you, that was sweet.*

Tony *Hold up! That’s it? You’re not gonna call him out?*

You: *No, it was sweet.*

Tony: *Sweet?! You’d kick my ass if I talked to him. Hell you’d try to kick Ziva's ass too.*

Ziva: *She would not get far.*

Tim: *I thought she was doing pretty well the other night.*

Ziva: *I was going easy. Gibbs was not too happy with the small bruising she acquired from that.*

Abby: *That’s his baby. Of course he’s unhappy when she’s hurt.*

You: *Guys you realize I’m still here right?*

Tony: *Back to my point. What the hell (Y/N).*

You: *It’s sweet coming from Tim. He isn’t as gung ho to fuck somebody up over my feelings being hurt as the two of you are. I love that about you but sometimes you gotta just let me bitch.*

“What’s got you smiling like that?” Morgan slid up next to you.

“Geez fuck!” you jumped and slid your phone in your pocket. You’d been so absorbed in your text conversation you hadn’t heard him approach.

He laughed and you shoved him playfully.

“Didn’t your mama teach you not to sneak up on a lady?”

“I don’t see Garcia anywhere.” he shoots you a shit eating grin.

“Derek, you are a little brat.” you admonish, but grin back anyway.

***

When you arrived at Rossis, you were surprised to see that Hotch and Jack were the only ones there.

“Am I early? Didn’t you say six?” you asked Rossi as he invited you in.

“I did. You know how everybody is. Fashionably late.”

“I suppose that’s true.” you chuckled softly.

“You alright?” he took notice of your arm in a sling. It wasn’t there yesterday after you closed the latest case.

“Yeah. Just an old injury acting up. Keeping it immobilized helps.”

He nods, “Well make yourself at home. We’ll be in full swing before you know it.”

You smiled and made your way in taking a seat near Jack who was coloring.

“Hi Miss (Y/N).” Jack smiles at you.

“Hey Jack. Whatcha colorin’?”

“Tow Mater.” He shows you his coloring book.

“Wow. He looks really good buddy.” you smiled softly.

“Thanks! Do you wanna color too?”

“Sure. I’d be happy too.” you adjusted the sling a bit before sliding down next to him on the floor.

Hotch found himself smiling as he watched you color with Jack. You were very attentive to him, even after everyone else arrived.

“You’re really good with him. Thank you.” Hotch slides next to you on the couch.

“He’s a good kid. You’ve done well Hotch.”

“I can’t take all the credit, Hailey did most of the work.”

“You both did great. He seems well adjusted for losing a parent so young. It’s hard.” you watched Jack giggle at some magic trick Spencer was showing him.

“How old were you?” Hotch glanced your way.

“I was seven.” you rubbed your arm. The accident had robbed you of your mother and twin sister and left you hospitalized for months.

He squeezed your shoulder gently, “I’m sorry.”

You give him a small smile and pat his hand gently, “I’m sorry too. Losing your spouse is incredibly difficult. I’ve watched my dad all these years.”

***

You excused yourself when your phone rang and stepped into an empty office to take the call.

“(Y/N)” Tony's voice was grave over the phone, cluing you into trouble.

“What’s happened? Who's hurt?” you gripped the edge of the desk with your free hand.

“There was a bomb your dad…” he started

You didn’t hear anything else as you felt your knees give out and you sunk to the floor. “No! No. no no.” you chanted as you struggled to breathe, to focus.

The door flung open as Hotch and the others filed in. They had seen you go down, their concerned faces went unnoticed by you.

“Is he alive?” you gripped the phone so hard you thought it’d break.

“Yes...” Tony’s voice faded away as Hotch pried your phone from you to get details. He was alive, the relief swept through you. Whatever else you could deal with as long as he was alive.

Your brain was in overdrive as you scrambled to your feet, “I’m sorry, I have to go. I have to go.”

“(Y/N).” Hotch said, making you look at him. “You’re in no shape to drive. I’ll take you.”

“I.. ok.” you nodded. He was right, it was a bad idea for you to drive yourself.

The ride to the hospital was a blur as you stared out the window trying to compose yourself. Hotch didn’t say anything as he drove, just kept glancing over as he watched the tears slip down your face in silence.

“(Y/N)!” Abby cried out as she saw you approach.

“Abby” you hug her. “How is he?”

“He’s in a coma.” Abby gives you the grim news.

***

You hadn’t left the hospital since you got there, and by extension neither had Hotch. You spent most of your time in a chair by his bedside, holding his hand and staring blankly between bouts of tears. It had been three days and you were getting worried he wasn’t going to come out of it.

You wondered how your feelings had been compared to what he had gone through after coming home to find his wife and one daughter were murdered and his youngest in a medically induced coma to heal from the wreck. If his feelings were half as intense as yours, you didn’t understand why he hadn’t lost his mind. In comparison he hadn’t been in the coma that long, yet you were losing your mind.

Tony stopped by briefly to check on you and bring you a bag. He knew better than to try to get you to leave.

“She likes big comfy clothes when she's in distress. Also she bites her lower lip, so watch out for that. She hasn’t done it in a while but I suspect she might start. It’s almost as if it's an unconscious act. She’ll do it until she bleeds so stop her if you catch it.” he said casually as he stood next to Hotch as they watched from outside as you sat in a chair beside Gibbs bed. The large oversized hoodie Tony brought already on you, like a security blanket.

“Why are you telling me this?” Hotch glanced at him.

“While I may be the joker of the group, I’m not stupid. You care about her.” Tony doesn’t look at him.

“She’s a part of my team of course I do.”

Tony shakes his head, “We both know it's more than that. As her friend I’m speaking for all of us, hurt her we’ll hurt you. She’s been through enough already.”

Hotch can’t help the small smile. He was glad you had such caring friends.

Tony stepped away to tell you goodbye before returning to work, they still had a case to solve. Hotch watched as you hugged him and pondered his exchange with Tony.

Director Sheppard had arrived again and you let her have the room. You were currently on the bench outside of the hospital room, head in Aarons lap and asleep as he stroked your hair. He was quietly talking to Dave who had stopped by to check in. The team had started coming in shifts to help relieve him. He had gone home for a little bit to shower, check on Jack and catch a few hours of sleep.

A flurry of activity going into Gibbs room stopped the conversation. Hotch turned as much as he could without waking you to stare into the room to see what was going on. He couldn’t see much with the doctors in the way but he could see the Director's face in relief. Gibbs must have woken up.

Aaron was reluctant to wake you, as you hadn’t been asleep that long. He knew he needed to but he was determined to give you a few extra minutes or at least until the doctors were through. When they looked to be about done he gently began to rub your back, “(Y/N). Time to get up.”

It didn’t take him as long as he expected to rouse you and you sat up. You rubbed your hands over your face to wipe away the sleep and looked around. “What’s going on?”

“Miss Gibbs?” the doctor stepped out before Aaron could answer you.

“Special Agent Gibbs.” He corrected the doctor for you.

The doctor took it in stride “Your father is awake.”

You jumped up, “Can I see him? How is he?”

“You can see him but I have to warn you, he has amnesia. He doesn't remember anything from the last fifteen years.”

“Oh no,” You whispered as you wavered on your feet a bit. Hotch stood wrapping an arm around you to keep you steady.

The doctor gives you a sympathetic look, “Try not push him to remember. We want him to try to do that on his own.”

“Ok.” you nod and turn to look at the director and dad through the window.

“You don’t have to go in until you're ready, kid.” Rossi gave your shoulder a squeeze.

“Thanks Rossi, but it’s not gonna hurt any less, might as well get it over with.” you gave him a small, unconvincing smile. Hotch dropped his arm allowing you to move freely as you walked to the door.

You walk through the door and both turn to look at you.

“Shannon?” he had so much hope in his voice, it hurt.

The dam breaks and the water works start at him calling you your mother. “No daddy it’s me (Y/N).”

“You didn’t…” he trails off as he looks at you.

“No. I survived.” you knew what he was trying to say. You made your way over and sat in the chair beside his bed.

His calloused hand cupped your cheek as he wiped your tears away. Not that that did any good against the steady stream.

“You look so much like your mother.”

You let out a half laugh half sob, his pain was probably fresh. In his mind it was fifteen years ago. You had been too young to know the details of when and where he was told. He never talked about it, even after you’d gotten older. He had been deployed when it had occurred, that much you knew.

“They weren’t sure you were going to make it.”

You met his eyes, surprised he would even talk about it. You weren’t sure how much he remembered yet. Staying silent you let him continue.

“You died twice. At least that’s what they told me when I was able to come home and see you.”

“I don’t remember much, but I only thought it was once.” you remembered very little about the crash. It was always flashes of memories, you did however vividly remember dying.

“What do you mean?” he looked at you questioningly.

“I only remember dying once. It was cold and dark and I was scared, but then mom and Kelly were there. Mom..” you cleared the lump in your throat. “Mom said I had to go back. We couldn’t leave you all by yourself. She said I was the strong one, I’d made it this far. Kelly hugged me and said to tell you she loved you and that they were gonna be waiting for us.”

He was staring at you and something flashed in his eyes as he remembered more. “You never told me that.”

“What was an eight year old me gonna say? You’d just lost your wife and daughter. I lost my mother and twin sister. Really I was too traumatized to do much other than work on healing.” you sniffled.

He didn’t say anything and scooted over to make room on the tiny hospital bed, before patting beside him. You were careful as you climbed up next to him, you didn't want to hurt him more. He pulled you into his side and kissed your head.

***

You’d taken two weeks off work to help your dad out. During that time you and Hotch texted everyday even if it was just a check in text. You loved your dad but he was stubborn and you vented to Hotch about it.

You: Am I this bad?

Hotch: What happened now?

You: He’s not resting. I threatened to tie him to the couch unless he took it easy. I’m glad Jenny made him take a little vacay but dude chill!

Hotch: Yes, you have a tendency to be just as stubborn. Like father like daughter I suppose.

You: I deserve that. 🤪

Hotch: It’s not always a bad thing.

You: You wouldn’t say that if you had to deal with me 24-7.

“(Y/N) Door.” your dad yelled from the kitchen.

“I’ve got it!”

You: BRB dad needs me.

You jogged downstairs and answered the door, surprised to see Hotch standing on the other side of it.

“Hotch? What are you doing here?”

“Coming to see you. Got a minute?”

You glanced back in the house, “Yeah sure. Dad, I'm stepping outside!” you shouted and stepped onto the porch. “So what brings you over?”

Hotch shifted on his feet seeming almost nervous.

“Hey whatever it is you can tell me.” you said softly.

“I feel like a teenager asking out his crush.” he chuckled, “Which is in essence what I’m doing. Would you like to go on a date with me?”

You smiled, “I’d like that.”

“Great, maybe now you can keep her off my ass about stuff.” Gibbs huffed appearing in the doorway.

“Dad!”

“I’ll try” Aaron laughed.

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Masterlist 2 (Updated as of March 23, 2021)

Works grouped together by series

♥ Smut

☀ Dark Themes - READ THE TAGS

Criminal Minds

Emily Prentiss x Female Reader

It's Time To Move Our Dance Somewhere Else

In Meetings

There's Beauty In The Storm

Jennifer "JJ" Jareau x Female Reader

Not Up For Debate ♥

Her Hunger For You ♥

Backed Against The Mirrors ♥

Something About You

Never Mess With The Queen☀

And That's Why The House Always Wins♥☀

Fleur Delacour x Female Reader

For Her, It Was Instant

Ginny Weasley x Female Reader

Tell Them The Story Of A Field That Was The Beginning Of It All

Kim Possible

Shego x Female Reader

Yes, Ms. Go ♥☀

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

To One, You May Be A Fleck of Space But To Another, You Are The Universe

Kiss It All Away ♥

Right Here

It's Hard To Not Go Back To You

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader x Wanda Maximoff

Those Two

Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader

Only Hers ♥☀

No Longer Needed ♥☀

Scandal

Mellie Grant x Female Reader

Why You Can't Love The President

Supergirl

Alex Danvers x Female Reader x Lena Luthor

A Place For You

Lena Luthor x Female Reader

Her Love

Daddy Reigncorp x Female Reader

Life With Daddy ♥

It's Not Teasing ♥

Wonder Woman x Supergirl

Daddy Wondercorp x Female Reader

Married Life With A CEO And A Goddess ♥

It's Like Our Souls Were Meeting For The First Time In So Long

A Much Needed Week ♥

Can't Keep Their Hands To Themselves ♥

Just A Quick Stop ♥

The Flash

Iris West x Female Reader

Wait And See

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Two Worlds

Spencer Reid x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1300 words

Warnings: none

Summary: The team has no idea Spencer even has a lover, until he gets hurt

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You didn't take offense to it at first.

When your relationship with Spencer was new, you didn't care too much that the BAU and his coworkers didn't know about you. However, when that extended into multiple years and you still hadn't met any of his friends, you stated to wonder if there was something else.

In general, he didn't have a huge history with other women who he'd had to introduce to them, which you understood, but that didn't seem like a good enough reason. You and Spencer were official and you knew that he loved you.

...but that didn't mean it hurt any less.

You just felt like he was hiding you from the most important people in his life, which led you to feeling like he was ashamed of you. It was a slippery slope, a rabbit hole you forced yourself down but you couldn't help yourself.

What other reason would he have for keeping you hidden away, even though you had been together all this time and lived together. You heard about them all the time and felt like you already knew them. It was only the distance that kept Spencer's two worlds apart.

The only natural conclusion that you could have come to was that he didn't want them to know about you. Nothing else made any sense to you.

So eventually you came to terms with the fact that you were going to have to ask Spencer about it, before you drove yourself out of your mind. However, you didn't get the chance before you got that call.

It was from the hospital, where the calm voice of a nurse informed you that Spencer had been shot and was currently undergoing surgery.

Immediately, you panicked.

You didn't ask any questions about how they'd gotten your number or even how it happened. None of that was more important than getting to where he was as quickly as you possibly could. In fact, it wasn't until you arrived at the hospital that any of those things became relevant.

You arrived at the hospital in quite the upset, telling the nurse at the front desk that you were looking for Spencer Reid. In the moment, you didn't think anything of it, but a nearby Derek Morgan definitely did.

It was obvious to him that you clearly knew him somehow, and since you had some time before anyone would be able to see Spencer while he was in surgery, he decided he should get to know how.

"Excuse me, did you say Spencer Reid?" he asked, approaching you across the room from the waiting area. You had no idea who he was, and in your shook up state weren't really in the mood to be questioned, but nodded anyway.

There was a good chance that if he'd been injured in the line of duty, his team would be there and seeing as Derek was currently still wearing his FBI vest, that was a good enough reason for you to nod with a smile on your face.

"Yeah, I did. You wouldn't happen to know what happened to him would you? They only told me he was shot" you explained, still not entirely sure how this man was to Spencer. In any case though, you assumed that if he was here, he had to have some more information than you did.

...And luckily, you were talking to the perfect person for that.

"I can tell you all about it. I'm Derek Morgan, and you are?" he questioned, offering a hand to you which you took gently in your own after taking a few seconds to process. You had heard so many stories about Agent Derek Morgan from Spencer over the years and you knew how important he was to him.

Knowing that he was here made you feel a lot better, even if you didn't know him personally. It meant that when Spencer got out of surgery, he'd have all the most important people in his life waiting for him.

"I've heard so much about you. I'm Y/N, Spencer's girlfriend" you introduced, doing your best to be as calm as you could in your words. It was one hell of a way to meet, but neither of you could have really expected anything more from the crazy lives they lived.

Now, Derek was far more shocked to hear that than you were to say it, mostly because he had never heard of you before. He didn't even know that Spencer was seeing someone and if they called you, it was likely because you were his emergency contact or something like that.

"Well, it's nice to meet you then" Derek smiled, it was a small gesture, not nearly enough to make up for what had happened to the man you loved, but it helped a little. The fact that you weren't alone in all this was miles more comforting.

However, there was still one big unanswered question that you were desperate to understand. All the nurse had told you on the call was that he'd been shot, and other than that, you didn't have anything else. It was bad enough that you hardly knew what was going on, but you were worried.

Spencer had been shot before, but the more times it happened, the less lucky he would be every time.

"So, what happened?" you wondered finally, sitting down next to Morgan in the waiting room. You had been wondering since you came here, but no one could tell you anything until Morgan. You weren't even sure if you wanted to hear it, but you knew that you needed to.

Every time that something happened to him, it had always happened like this but it had never been this bad. After all, Spencer usually called you himself while he was being bandaged up with nothing more than stitches normally.

The fact that this was bad enough for him to be in surgery this time was more than enough to make you panic.

"There was a shootout, Reid got caught in the crossfire trying to protect another agent but the doc said he should make a full recovery. The bullet just missed his carotid artery" he informed, being as gentle as he could.

Derek didn't know exactly how you would react but all things considered, it was good news. The kid was going to be alright. If nothing else, you should have been glad, and part of you was. You knew, logically, that he was going to be. It was just hard to come to terms with the fact that all this had happened and you had to find out when he was already in surgery.

If his team knew that you existed, you could have been here before now and this wouldn't be the first time you were meeting one of his closest friends.

In fact, it was about to be the first time you had met any of them, because once you and Derek had finished with that tough conversation, he led you into Spencer's hospital room. It was empty for the time being since Spencer was in surgery right now, but that left plenty of space for the rest of his team to occupy the space.

Inside you met Aaron Hotchner, Penelope Garcia, David Rossi, Alex Blake and Jennifer Jareau, Spencer's team, all of whom who were at a loss at having never heard your name before.

They didn't know that you even existed until today and even still, they invited you into their circle almost immediately. You felt like you were family and it shocked you just how friendly they were.

Though, maybe you shouldn't have been surprised. With as much as they cared about Spencer, knowing that he cared about you made you as good as family.

Now all you had to do was wait for him to get up.

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drreidsconverse · 3 years

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Drreidsconverse’s master list!:

updated 8 april 2023

i havent published most of these yet they are chilling in my drafts waiting to be proofread

Personal shit!

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Ivy speaks😗

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^ - angst

! - fluff

* - authors choice

Criminal minds

Spencer Reid x reader

Fics

She’s gone?:(^*) Spencer x fem! Reader

Sneak peek

Summary: spencer and the reader relationship has been a good one up until this point.they never had a problem they only had minor fights that were stupid and irrelevant, they were soulmates. but things changed when the new girl showed up, when she spoke to hotch that morning, and when she took down unsub herself. they changed the most when everyone showed up even the new girl on her day off, but she and morgan didn’t.

Imagines

Love song: (!)- song fic (based on love song by sara bareilles) « Spencer x gn! Reader »

Summary: reader accidentally lets her secret hobby slip out, now spencer wants the reader to write him a love song.

Cue the rain:(*) - song fic « autistic! Gn!Reader », for:

Summary- reader and Spencer and reader try to navigate the weather and their budding relationship

Legally blonde:(^/!)- song fic « fem reader »

Summary- reader looks like nothing more than a pretty face, she modeled in high school, was prom queen and homecoming queen, a near perfect beauty queen, who’s an a student at Harvard? Spencer tries to talk the reader out of leaving her dream school because of one stupid teacher.

2847221 (^) « gn! Reader »

summary- I don’t even know how to describe what I wrote honestly. Spencer and jj break your head but you’ll be okay, I think..

Aaron Hotchner x reader:

Fics:

Underground:(^) 6 underground x cm « fem reader »

Summary- (y/n) left the bau a little over a year ago with an offer from the cia to be apart of an elite team ,the horsemen, but she’d have to ‘die’ to do it. And what she has with Aaron can’t leave his office, not with him still being married. (Y/n)’s dead now but why is she on Emily’s doorstep, alive and well?

Imagines

Partner?: (!pure fluff!)« gn! reader »

Summary- hotch had a partner, it was obvious, the man who never smiled had been smiling much more than normal, and Garcia was determined to get it out of him as soon as possible.

Elle Greenaway x reader:

Imagines

Intimidating(!)- elle x plus size! fem! reader,

Intimidating v2(!)- elle x fem! reader

Intimidating v3(!)- elle x male! reader

Summary- reader finds Elle beautiful yet intimidating, and has no clue how to approach her.

Speak now: (^angsty fluff!)- elle x fem! Reader,

Summary- elle isn’t the type of girl to rudely barge in on a white veil occasion, but the priest said “speak now.”

Heaven in hiding- (elle x fem! reader)

summary: Elle and (y/n) have been seeing each other in secret not wanting people to know about their relationship, at least not yet. (y/n)’s ready to tell people about her girlfriend, so is elle. But a homophobic unsub may change those plans.

Elle Greenaway x reader x Spencer Reid

Fics:

Plane rides home: (^/!) elle x gn! reader x spencer

Summary: the plane ride home was a good way for the team to get to know the newest member of the team, (y/n), elle and Spencer both take an immediate liking to the reader but does she need to choose one of them? Or should they just sleep on the plane rides home?

Penelope Garcia x reader

Head canons:

(Csi miami x criminal minds) Dating Penelope and working a case together: penny x fem! Reader

Part 1, part 2, part 3

Summary: you’re a csi in Miami and penny works at quantico, so you don’t see each other much nor do your co workers know about your relationship, until you have to work a case together.

Derek Morgan x reader

Nothing yet!

David Rossi x reader

Nothing yet!

Jennifer “jj” jareau x reader

Nothing yet!

Luke Alvez x reader

Imagines:

Burnt cookies and Batman: (!pure fluff) « gn! reader »

Summary: Luke rarely gets a day off, so when he does they bake cookies and watch Batman

George Foyet x reader

I know I know dont judge me

Imagines:

Like a dream: (fluff/smut i think?) « fem! reader »

summary: You were a rare commodity at the hotchner house as you were away for college, but when you were there was and foyet happy to see you. You were a new face, something different, like a breath of fresh air for the reaper. His only problem with making you his, Aaron Hotchner. But he would have his something different, his breath of fresh air. You were like a dream, his own personal dream.

Matt Simmions x reader

Nothing yet!

Bau x reader:

Most of these fics could be an !x character!, it could also be a standalone fic! Ex) she’s gone will have separate character chapters and may hold alternative endings

Fics:

Now you see me:(^) (derek x fem! reader)

Summary: (y/n) resigned after 8 years at the bau, exactly six months after her brothers murder. it was a surprise to everyone when the showed up on Monday to an empty desk with handwritten notes for each of them. However derek was surprised the most, his girlfriend of three years just left them and didn’t even bother to run it by him. She dropped off the grid too, sending occasional letters and gifts to the team. Sure the murder had changed her it’d change anyone, they just didn’t know it’d change her enough to become 1 of 3 unsubs with identical killing patterns.

She’s gone?: (Spencer x fem reader):

she’s gone will have separate character chapters (detailing friendships, daily life, their side of the story, what if’s, and police reports) and may hold alternative endings ( how it ends for said character/ what changes)

Imagines:

Sherwood, Ohio in North mammon « gn! reader »: (*) (takes place in 2x7)

Summary: when (y/n) and two friends were juniors in high schools they were kidnapped, held in a cellar for nearly a week, starved, and forced to off one of their best friends. (Y/n) never mentioned it, and no one but Gideon and Hotch knew of the gruesome events. (Y/n) had blocked the events from memory as they were to traumatic for the brain to process. But now the team is working a case that feels as if (y/n) is reliving the situation.

These are alternative endings for: Sherwood, OH in north mammon

Sherwood, OH in north mammon « derek x reader »

Sherwood, OH in north mammon « jj x reader »

Sherwood, OH in north mammon « hotch x reader »

Headcanons

Family dinner at Rossi’s: « gn! reader »

Summary- as the title suggests

Garcia and the wap song: « gn! reader »

Summary: Garcia calls morgan, morgan puts the phone on speaker and doesn’t tell penny, penny starts reciting the lyrics to wap by Megan these stallion and cardi b.

Marvel

imagines:

Star crossed: dark! druig x reader

Scream

imagines

head cannons

dating billy and stu

miscellaneous

ben hardy x fem!reader

manhattan

summary: he can have Manhattan, cause she can't have him.

(A/N): want to be added to my tag list? Just send me a message or reply or who or what fic!

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 1 year

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DAY TWENTY-NINE: Distance w/ Jennifer Jareau

a/n: I love love loved writing this! This is my second to last fic before the end of this challenge :[ The thank you note will be on the final one!! This is x fem plus size!reader!

masterlist | comfortember masterlist | AO3

TAGLIST: @alina02 @louderfortheback @minervadashwood @their-love

JJ was nervous that when you first started dating, that you wouldn't be able to get accustomed to her work schedule. You were aware that her job needed her away for the majority of the time, some cases allowing her to stay behind in the bau with Penelope, but most of the time, that's not the case. So, that's why you were waiting for a video call to come from her. She had told that she'd call you when she had gotten back from her hotel, and you weren't going to lie and say that you weren't excited, seeing as though you had been missing her a lot more recently.

When you got the ringing notification, you took off to your desk, propping up your phone as you adjusted how you looked quickly before pressing the green button.

"Hey, Baby." JJ greeted softly. She looked tired, her makeup a bit astray as her hair stuck up in a few places. You smiled fondly. "Hey, JJ. How's the case so far?" You could hear her groan, a small frown taking it's place in your face as you listened to her rant. She was getting undressed, changing into something more comfortable as she took you to the bathroom with her as she got out her makeup remover wipes. You watched her with stars in your eyes as she put up her hair, the messy bun look your favorite style on her.

"So, enough about me, how are you?" She asked as she moved to her bed. You did the same, getting up from your chair and plopping down on the bed, leaning your phone against your lamp on the side table as you laid on your side. "Well," You sighed, your body relaxing into the mattress, "I had the day off from work today, so that was nice. I went to the mall and almost blew my paycheck, I took myself out to eat, and I'm catching up on some shows so. Not as interesting as your day."

She just laughed at you, her eyes drooping as each second passed.

"Did you get me something?" She slurred, a small grin on her face as her eyes began to fully close. "Maybe." You said teasingly, "I guess you'll just have to come home and find out."

She hummed, "I can't wait."

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heavenunderthemoon · 4 years

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Pinky Promise {Jennifer Jareau x daughter! reader}

Summary: JJ, coming from a small town with hardly any sexual education that wasn't abstinence- centric, found herself pregnant. You, her daughter, await her return from another case leading to an interesting conversation between the Jareau girls when she arrives home.

Warnings: teenage pregnancy, extreme fluff

Author’s note: I have a lot of content ideas for this concept so should I just post a lot of blurbs? Idk let me know what y'all think. Also, I didn't put an age for the reader in here because I don't want to exclude anyone so if you are looking for one you won’t find it, anyways enjoy lovelies<3

Rainbow sock clad feet pattered against the house's carpeted floors, the small two bedroom home quiet in the early morning hours.

Typically, you didn't wake this early. You had far outgrown the age in which your internal clock matched that of the rising sun. Your mother attributed your abnormal sleep schedule to the amount of coffee you drank, though you simply pointed the finger right back at her. You learned your caffeine addiction from the best, after all.

No, you didn't normall wake up this early but this morning you had because today was Tuesday. Tuesday's typically help very little importance. You had school, of course, soccer practice afterward and then homework until it was time for bed (very riveting). But this Tuesday was different because it had been precisely five days that your mother had been gone and she had called last night to tell you that she would be home by the time you woke up.

Your first response had been that you would stay up, waiting for her until she arrived. Sometimes you could get away with that. If the jet landed around nine she didn't mind you pushing back your sleep schedule just for her. But, she was still your mother and she still had her limitations. It'll be too late, your mother had whispered into the line, afraid of waking her coworkers. You had protested, but the sleepy yawns had made you sigh defeatedly, telling her to be safe before giving in to your fatigue.

But, none of that mattered now, because as your hand pushed open the door to your mother's bedroom, you recognized the lump underneath the blankets strewn across the bed. You had taken up knitting over the past year- when your mother was gone Garcia was typically tasked with checking in or even staying the night at times and she had taught you the skill. A tuft of blonde hair peeked out from one side of the bed and you grinned tiredly, not hesitating to climb onto the queen sized mattress.

You remembered those days not too many years ago. The days before your mother had gotten her job at the BAU, still struggling as a single mother in school, supporting her child all by herself. The days that had you two sharing beds in a teeny-tiny apartment. You hadn't minded all too much and, though you probably wouldn't admit it aloud, you missed it sometimes, falling asleep in her arms.

As you clambered into the sheets your mother's eyes fluttered open, a lazy smile coming onto her features. She looked as she always did after coming home from cases- tired, drained, but happy to see you. She turned her body to face you, a deep breath being exhaled as she pulled you into her side, a soft kiss being placed onto your forehead. You closed your eyes at the feeling, humming in response.

"Hi, baby." Her words were jumbled, exhaustion seeping through her tone but she smiled all the same, keeping her forehead connected with yours while she caressed your cheek.

She recalled all those years ago, discovering she was pregnant in that small town of hers. The scandal of her teen pregnancy had been the talk of the town up until the moment she left, and then hardships bigger than gossip had come. Having you, alone with no support system, clutching the hand of the kind nurse at the hospital. The small apartments, intense couponing, food stamps, and learning to sew baby clothes to save costs. So many years of struggling and she wouldn't trade a second of it because it had given her you.

Her daughter. A sweet, and funny, and kind girl who was more like her best friend than her kid. The kind of girl she called at least twice a day when on a case, wanting to hear every single detail about her daughter's day and answered when you asked about hers.

"I missed you." You whispered back, voice raspy from sleep. "How was the case?" You asked even if you knew you wouldn't get all the details.

"Hard, but it's over." The blonde responded truthfully, relief taking over her features and her eyes suddenly lit up, as if just remembering something. "How did your essay go? Total hit? Book deals completely flooding our mailbox?" She teased, and you chuckled, shaking your head at her goofiness.

"A-plus." You boated before wiggling your eyebrows. "No book deals yet, but I'll keep my ear to the ground." You quipped back and she laughed, heaving a small sigh afterward.

Staring at you, only a small amount of light from her sun-shaped nightlight (she had a weird obsession with the sun that you liked to tease her for, buying her sun shaped everything - even a spoon that she always used to eat cereal with). It provided just enough light to see your eyes staring back at her, the eyes that she had created with that old boyfriend of hers in high school, the teenage boy skipping town as soon as she had told him the news. She recalled seeing those eyes when you were born, solidifying the love she had felt growing as each day had passed with you in her belly. The eyes that, as soon as they had opened, your mouth opening to let out that beautiful, ear splitting, heart wrenching wail that signified your entrance into the world, had made her fall in love so deeply she felt she was being crushed under the weight of it all.

Guilt ate at her, as it always did. Guilt for not being the perfect, PTA-mom. The mom who made home-made muffins for bake sales or drove you to school everyday. She wasn't negligent, not in the slightest. She knew that. But part of her always feared that you might resent her for the certain spots that she could never quite fill.

"Do you hate me? For not being here all the time?" Jennifer voiced her concerns quietly, and the mere tone of her words made you pause because she seldom took that tone with you. A tone that showed just how afraid she was of her daughter's resentment, a resentment that could easily be caused by how little she was home.

The question alone made you furrow your brows, not hesitating to answer. "What? No!" And you were sitting up because how could you possibly hate her? How could you hate your mother? Your mother who had kept you safe, done everything in her power to make sure you remained that way. The mother who, yes, missed a couple things over the years but always made sure she was there on your birthday and holidays and the really, really important things. You recalled her tradition every year, swinging open your door at the exact moment you were born, regardless of the early hour, and singing you awake. A tiny cupcake in her hand (store-bought because, as discussed, she was an awful cook), a flickering sparkle candle (was a candle really a candle without sparkles?). That look that she gave you under the dimness of that flame, the look that said that she would do anything, go anywhere, be anyone for you. The look that made you know you were safe, and that even if she told you to make a wish you wouldn't even need to make one because you had everything you could ask for.

Jennifer sat up, her hand going to her distressed daughter's back, watching the pure horror on her face.

"I don't hate you, why would I hate you-" You were distraught, voice an octave higher and she shushed you softly, apologizing at once.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry-"

You turned back to her, tilting your head. "Why would you even think that?"

Your eyes scanned her face for any clues while you awaited your answer. She might have been the profiler but you knew your mother. You knew that she absolutely could not go anywhere with mismatched socks. Or that she hated avocado (the texture freaked her out). You knew that, after growing up on a farm, she knew the ins and outs of farm life (she liked to call you a city girl when teasing you and you called her chicken Joe just to get even). You knew that after years of scrimping on luxurious things she still wouldn't allow herself to buy nice things for herself, only for you. And you knew that, being that she was a media liaison, communicating was one of her best traits. So, you listened carefully.

She sighed, scooting to put her back against the headboard, reaching out to pull on the string that would turn on the bedside lamp, illuminating the room, before motioning for you to join her. Her arm stayed out, allowing you to snuggle in, your head falling onto her shoulder before she answered.

"I'm your mom. I'm supposed to be here." she said, eyes trained on the blanket you had made for her last month. You were getting better, this one hadn't yet fallen apart, but it was still a subpar attempt, despite what Garcia had told you.

"You are here." You tried, but the blonde was shaking her head. She had changed from her work clothes, the aforementioned outfit lying abandoned on the floor, the only spot in a very clean room. Her hair that she almost always had down was thrown into a bun and a few pieces lay forgotten in the front, tickling your cheek when she shook her head.

"No, I'm not. I'm on a jet every week, thousands of miles away from my daughter, thinking about what she's doing and who she's with and I feel like I'm missing everything important. And I don't want you to hate me-"

"I could never hate you." You cut her off, and you moved once more, making sure she was looking into your eyes because as much as you knew her, you also knew that she would never really believe you, not about this, and the eye contact would help in the slightest. "You go away every week because those people need you. You go help the people who need you, just like you help me when I need you." She went to protest, but you continued. "And just because you aren't here, doesn't mean you're not here. You're like Patrick Swayze in Ghost, okay? It's like I can still feel your presence-"

Your teasing made her let out a sad chuckle, sighing softly. You smiled at the sound, grabbing her hand.

"I mean it, kid. We're in this for the long haul." You narrowed your eyes playfully, bringing up a pinky.

She smiled and, for just a moment, she could look at you and see the baby she had raised. The small, premature baby that had clutched onto her finger, as if telling her they would make it through the night. The toddler who had turned up her nose at peas, exclusively eating pureed carrots for three months straight. The five year old who had begged her to learn how to ride a bike and then immediately pleaded for her to not let go of the back. 'If you let go, I'll die, I'm sure of it.' You informed seriously. The eight year old reading books twice the normal reading level, or the ten year old adorned in a scarecrow costume, passed out on the couch from eating too much candy. The thirteen year old who had suddenly hit a growth spurt, all your jeans high-watered that she would replace because you would never outright ask for new jeans. And now the you in front of her. The cool, thoughtful, amazing kid that she would never quite understand how she had deserved you.

Bringing her pinky up to yours, interlocking it. "Okay. But, you know that if you ever do resent me- and I'm talking, Mother dearest level kind of resentment you have to tell me so that I can at least play my part."

You smiled, scooting back to your place in her arms. "That takes the fun away."

It was silent for another moment, only the crickets chirping in the backyard heard, before she was speaking once more. "You know, I'm supposed to be the one reassuring you. My old age is making me emotional."

You let your body slump against hers. "We can take turns. If I let you bear that weight alone you might break a hip."

She scoffed, nudging your body. 'Ha-ha, very funny. how about I take Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and you take Tuesdays and Thursdays?"

Your eyes fluttered shut, despite knowing that even with it being far too early for you both to be up there was no way you were going back to sleep. "What about Saturdays and Sundays?"

Jennifer closed her eyes as well, trying to engrain the feeling of your body in her arms while she still had the chance. Before you found cuddling with your mom weird, or before she had to go away on another case and fall asleep alone and in a hotel bed.

"We'll flip a coin for it."

"Fair enough."

#jennifer jareau x reader #jennifer jareau #criminal minds x reader #Criminal Minds #spencer reid x reader #Jennifer Jareau x daughter! reader

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sundrop-writes · 3 months

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Opening up requests for Criminal Minds for MLTs, Reactions, and Headcanons.

Requests are CLOSED as of March 17th, 2024. I am simply keeping this post up in case I have use for it in the future.

I will mainly be writing for Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan, Elle Greenaway, Jennifer Jareau, and Emily Prentiss. And I may include Will Lamontagne, depending on the context. And for group prompts, I may add Aaron Hotchner, Penelope Garcia, and maybe (platonically) Jason Gideon.

Please read everything on this post before sending in a request.

To clarify:

MLTS - 'Most Likely To's aka a short description explaining which character of the group (or two, or three characters) would be 'most likely' to do something or enjoy something. This could be exploring their potential enjoyment of a kink or how they would behave on a date, how they would be as a romantic partner. It can be anything you want, get creative. (Ex: mostly likely to seek revenge if you were harmed by an UnSub, mostly likely to have a breeding kink, most likely to enjoy PDA, most likely to want kids, etc.)

Reactions - 'how would they react to...' aka a short description explaining how the characters (two or three, you can choose) would react to a certain situation. (If you want this format done with the whole group at once, it will likely be much shorter.) (Ex: how would they react to seeing you in lingerie for the first time, how would they react to seeing you punch someone, how would they react if someone insulted you, etc.)

Headcanons - a collection of bullet points that creates a shorter, quicker, more efficient style of fic by taking the reader through a tour of ideas, the character's reactions and thoughts in a shorter format. (These are like full fics, but can usually be done faster.) (Ex: headcanons for friends to lovers with Emily, headcanons for JJ being possessive of the reader, headcanons for the group finding out that the reader has been hurt, etc.)

General Rules and Guidelines for Requesting:

Requests should be sent to the ask box on this blog. I don't accept requests in DMs because it is too disorganized and difficult to keep track of them. Finished fics may be posted as separate posts, or they may be posted as a response to the ask.

Every single one of my fics includes a reader character. I don't do character x character fics. If you are making a request, I will assume that you want to read character x reader fics, and if you don't specify the gender of the reader character, I am most likely to write the reader character as a cis female. Also, I am very likely to include the term Y/N in my fics. (If you think that's too cringe, run along. I grew up in a time where Y/N was sacred and cringe didn't exist.)

Speaking of which - in your request, please specify if the reader character is female, male, or gender neutral. When I write gender neutral fics, I do not describe the reader’s genitals or gender presentation in any way, so I don’t write ‘GN AFAB reader’ fics. If you want the reader to be described as having a vagina, that would be a fem reader in my fics.

Also typically, I don’t describe the reader character as having specific physical traits. I like my reader character to be as broad as possible to appeal to as many people as possible. I don’t write a character that has a specific race, height, hair color, etc. but one exception I have to this rule is that I love writing fat/plus sized readers in my fics. I love spreading love for fat bodies, especially through fics - I love making people feel good about their fatness through the gaze of a fictional character. So definitely feel free to send in requests for a plus sized reader character, as it’s one of my favorite things to write.

For reference, I will also write about a reader character with autism or chronic illness (someone with chronic pain or a fainting disorder, or someone who uses a cane or a wheelchair), because these are groups that I am a part of and I know that they are not portrayed in fiction often enough. If you have any questions about these aspects, please let me know.

Also, if you do want to include in the request that the reader has certain non-physical traits, that's okay. Like describing the reader being nerdy, outgoing, artsy, being a single mother or a parent, etc. in your request - then I am likely to include those in the fic. Those kind of traits help to aid in the plot and differentiate the reader from my other fics.

I will accept requests for poly ships. (Character x Reader x Character.) I am a huge fan of requests like this, and for Criminal Minds specicially, I am very open to writing many different poly ships - like Elle x Reader x Spencer, JJ x Reader x Emily, Will x Reader x JJ. Maybe other combinations, I’m not sure. I will field them as they are suggested. I won't do more than three characters in a poly ship for this fandom, including the reader character. (But I might do some kind of headcanons or something for the entire group being a polycule just because it's fun.)

I will write smut, angst, or fluff, but I mostly prefer writing smut or angst. When requesting smut (or smutty themed things), please specify if you want the characters to be dominant or submissive. In your request, write ‘sub!reader’ or ‘dom!reader’, something to denote the dynamics to let me know what you want it to be. I am a big fan of writing submissive men, so I won’t shy away from things like that - but I will write any dynamic as long as it’s properly communicated to me.

I will write for a lot of dark topics and different kinks. In general, the list of things that I won’t write is a lot shorter than the list of things that I will. So if you’re wondering if I’m okay with a request or not, just ask.

For reference, my big ‘nos’ are: virgin!reader fics, or fics where the reader is sexually inexperienced or portrayed as innocent. I am okay with doing a ‘faux’ innocent reader (someone who is only pretending to be innocent), and I am also okay with writing about a canon character being a virgin and having their first sexual experience with the reader. (That’s something I love writing about, actually.) I am okay with writing about sexual coercion, sexual blackmail, or dubcon. (Or even noncon or cnc, under certain circumstances.)

Also, I don’t write fics about miscarriages, safeword use, or extreme choking kink. And while I don’t write about miscarriage, I am okay with writing about pregnancy - it’s something I enjoy writing about, actually. I also enjoy writing parenting fics and family fics with children.

#sundrop speaks #requests #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #derek morgan x reader #elle greenaway x reader #jennifer jareau x reader #emily prentiss x reader

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 1 year

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can i make a request where jennifer jareau and the reader have a very serious discussion and jennifer jareau says something about the reader and the reader gives her the silent treatment and completely ignoring her presence but at the end of the affair the reader does something like risk the life to save one person and jennifer jareau is worried about the reader and they make up

༉‧₊˚. 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 || 𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐣𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐮

― pairing: jennifer jareau x fem plus size!reader

― summary: you would think that after being together for years, you and jj would feel the same about getting married, but it seems as though that's not the case.

― warnings: arguing, implied homophobia, implied fear of homophobia, technically coming out, hurt/comfort, making up.

― wc: 902

⋆ a/n: it seems as though i've just been wanting to write angst lately, and i'm weak for a good wlw fic! but thank you anyway anon for your request!

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You and JJ had been together for years, starting from when she first started working at the BAU to now. You understood that she wasn’t very open with her personal relationships, because you knew that the job was her main concern, and it was yours too, but that didn’t stop you from seeing a future with her, to wanting to get married and adopt children, no matter how grueling any of those processes may be.

It was late at night when you brought it up, the two of you getting ready for bed.

“Have you ever thought about getting married?” You piped up from behind her nervously, playing with your fingers. You were in bed while she sat at her vanity, removing her makeup from the day and brushing through her blonde hair that you loved so much. “Occasionally, why?” Her eyes met yours through the mirror. “Well, I’ve been thinking about it… a lot,” You laughed a little to yourself, “And I want to.” She went silent before looking back at herself. “We can’t.” Your eyebrows furrowed, “Why not?” You couldn’t help but ask, a pit of sadness settling deep within your stomach.

“Because it’s too risky.”

“Risky, JJ? It’s- It’s not. If you're worried about what everyone else will say, I- I’m pretty sure no one’s going to judge us, they’re our family. Gay marriage is legal here and…” You were cut off by her. “I don’t want to argue with you about this, not tonight, alright?” You scoffed, throwing the blankets from over your legs as you got up.

“Then when are we going to talk about this? Because we’ve been together for long enough for it to be time to talk about it!” You were growing to become upset, mostly because you felt as though she was treating this conversation as bothersome. “What’s the point of talking about it if I tell you the same thing every time?!” She was becoming agitated too. It was true, you had tried to talk to her about this before, and she had said she wasn’t ready to consider the possibility just yet, and you respected that, but it’s been a significant amount of time since then and it was clawing at the back of your brain like an itch you couldn’t scratch.

“Then you’re right, there isn’t a point to any of this.” You grabbed your pillow off the bed. “Where are you going?” She asked in confusion but partially in concern. “I’m sleeping on the couch tonight. I can’t- I can’t be around you right now.” Your heart broke when she didn’t fight for you to stay, which was a selfish thought you must admit.

You guys haven’t been able to talk about it since then.

It wasn’t every day that you could say that someone could say that they’ve been held at gunpoint, especially at the hands of a very erratic unsub. It was between Spencer or you, the man practically playing a game. You shared a look with Spencer, one that said you were about to do something that was impulsive and stupid. Swallowing your nerves, you charged at the unsub, his gun going off as you tackled him to the ground. It pierced your bulletproof chest, knocking the air out of your lungs as you wrestled with the man, but backup was quick to arrive and pull him off you.

As you sat on the steps of the ambulance, you were assisted in taking the vest off, a hiss falling from your lips. You could tell that the bullet left a bruise. What you weren’t prepared for was a very concerned JJ, storming up to you and pulling you into your arms the best of her abilities.

“JJ?” You asked softly, wrapping your arms around her back. “I can’t believe you did that.” You heard her mumble against your hair. “Well, if I hadn’t, I was pretty sure Spencer was going to get hurt. I rather it be me than it be him.” She just sighed, pulling away from you but leaving her hand on the side of your face. Her pda made you nervous, but you were sure by now that the rest of the team had picked up on what was going on quickly. “I hate that you did that, but I would have done it too, so I can’t be too mad at you.” For the first time since your fight, she smiled at you.

“I’m sorry, for how the other night went. It was insensitive of me, and I should’ve tried to hear you out but… I’m scared, scared of losing you, and I thought that maybe if we didn’t get married or if I didn’t even think about it, it would make the impact hurt less; but after what happened today, I would say that it was a stupid thought.” You rested your hand on top of the one holding you, brushing your thumb against it comfortingly. “It’s okay, I wasn’t being very considerate either. It’s just- I love you so much, and I can’t imagine not having you next to me for the rest of my life, but if just being your girlfriend is what you can handle then… then I’m okay with that.”

“I love you too, and marriage isn’t completely off the table, I think we’ll be a bit more level-headed about it this time.”

You nodded, “I do too.”

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