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#reid x morgan
mggsv · 10 months
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Tag, You’re It
gn!reader x spencer reid x derek morgan
summary: Morgan takes Spencer to his getaway spot after a case.
warnings: split roasted again babe <3, dom!morgan, sub!reid, praise kink spencer, rough fucking, throat fucking, daddy kink
finally posting this draft after like two weeks :(
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“..Am..Am i doing this right?” Spencer’s voice came out in a straggled moan. His trembling hands held onto your hips while you stared right into his pretty eyes. His mouth was open, his face red and flushed. It wasn’t his first time, but man did it seem like it. “Yes-“ you moan, “I promise baby you’re doing really good, so good Spencer”
“Absolutely fine baby.”Morgan’s voice called. He stroked his cock while he watched the both of you. Spencer’s grip on your hips loosen, your legs suddenly upon his shoulders while he sped up. “Fuck- Fuck fuck you feel good..” His whimpers sped up as well, he was a mess. You found it cute. You turned your head to the side to look at Morgan’s hard leaking cock. “Daddy’s very proud of you Spencer..” you coo, sticking your tongue out for Morgan’s cock.
“Mmm..” you moan, eyes fluttering shut while he fucked your throat best he could. Your sex leaked at how filled you were- How Spencer’s cock hit that spot deep inside of you. He wasn’t very good at it, his rhythm was sloppy as he neared his orgasm, but he felt good. “Fuck that feels good..” Morgan groans, throwing his head back. Your eyes looked over his toned body, down to the thick veins lining his cock. Your sex throbbed.
“I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum. May I cum sir please?” Reid whimpers out. His thrusts slow down, you felt his hands shake while trying to keep up. You glance at his pretty pink lips as they parted, “Daddy-“
“Hold it.” Morgan says, his face concentrated as he sped up in your mouth. You choked, trying to let up at the pre cum slipping down your throat, but he held you down. “Take it baby i know you can.” his hand crept up to your throat, grasping it immediately. “Mpf-“ your eyes flutter shut, body feeling overstimulated. You focused on Spencer’s breathy moans while his sloppy thrusts got harder. You knew he was probably biting his lip trying to keep it in.
“Daddy I-“ His movements halt, moaning out loudly. Spencer’s voice broke out into a cry as he cums inside of you. Your body shuddering in reaction to the hot cum. Morgan let’s put a low moan himself, the cum hitting the back of your throat.
They both pulled out, Morgan shooting the rest of his cum on your face while Reid pumped his cock to cum on your stomach.
“You..you did good Spence.” You murmur, licking your lips. He blushed and looked at Morgan, who gave his ass a small slap afterwards.
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padfoot0216 · 2 months
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Reid - *slams books down in front of Morgan*
Reid - Boil up some Mountain Dew. It’s gonna be a long night.
Morgan - You could of said literally anything else.
Reid - Cauldron boil and cauldron bubble, Baja Blast to fuel my trouble.
Morgan - I’m going to just stop challenging you when you say random shit. I won’t win. I realize this now.
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mm-ft · 11 months
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Oh come ooooon !
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Dr Spencer Reid ? Would you mind tell the crowd how on earth you would know that ?
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hannaloony · 1 year
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dcvidsrossi · 1 year
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Emily: [making breakfast]
Morgan: Any chance that's for me?
Emily: It's for Hotch. I'm planning on making some bad choices tonight and I need him on my side.
Morgan:
Reid: I never realised the forethought that went into being a disappointment.
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bunnnypop · 7 months
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Ok! I’ve come to tumblr for your most ANGSTY FANFICTIONS EVER I want to cry and bawl and wail!
My favorite trope is one of the love interests hurting the other either on purpose or unintentionally and then finding out and living with the guilt
Or where one thinks the other doesn’t love them and is consumed as they watch their true love date or marry someone else
Obviously good endings PLEASE!!
My ships areeee
Gumlee
Spideypool
SymBrock
Drarry
Regulus/pandora
Merthur
Ineffable husbands
Stede/ed
Sterek
Reid/Derek
Zosan
Lawlu
Marco/ace
Ace/Yamato
Bakudeku
Dabihawks
Stoliz
Radiodust
Luke/aemond
Aegon/Jace
Johnlock
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thjslove · 9 months
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Wait, let me guess. Memorising some obscure textbook. No, no, no, no. Working on cold fusion. No, I got it. Watching Star Trek… and laughing at the physics mistakes.
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artcake · 1 year
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hello yes I am moreid trash today
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ssa-atlas-alvez · 1 year
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Hey! Derek and Spencer established - maybe small town department and they forget not to show PDA?
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Warnings: hate crime, assault, hospitals, broken bones, homophobia
Word count: 2003
It was a simple mistake. It could have happened to any one. Except, it happened to them. They were on a case in Arlington, Texas, not exactly a city known for it’s hospitality towards gay individuals, but they couldn’t exactly refuse a case. Especially one as prolific as this. Hotch had even pulled them both aside - reassuring them that it wasn’t because he thought them any differently, but he had that look on his face and the words broke both of their hearts: ‘Just… be careful… Please.’ The look in his eyes paired with his tone caused their stomachs to drop. Dad Hotch had spoken (or warned). When he left, they had both looked at each other before nodding, a silent agreement to keep the PDA to a minimum: only in hotel rooms and with the team (in private). 
But mistakes happen, they’re only human, afterall. It had been relax, a habit, a roll of the tongue and an unconscious peck on the cheek. It was a soft ‘man I love you’ from Derek as he gave Spencer a soft kiss on the cheek, the other man blushing lightly. And then they had gone back to work like nothing had happened. Because they forgot it was out of the ordinary for people not part of the team. The officers surrounding them had frozen for a moment before forcing themselves to turn back to work. No one said anything, both on and off the team, so they took it as a blessing and just moved on.
When they had caught the killer, however, things went… Sour. Spencer and Derek both had left the station to go back to the hotel to get a head start on packing their stuff up whilst JJ, Rossi, and Hotch all stayed back to wrap things up at the station. Emily had volunteered to help JJ, saying that two brains worked fast than one (although Derek thought that maybe there was something going on between the two of them). So, it was just the two of them. They both got into the SUV, no PDA, not even a small hint that the two were anything other than friends. Nothing of the sort.
Derek sighed as he turned the key in the ignition, he wanted a long shower after that case (perhaps one with Spencer), he couldn’t help but smile softly at the thought. He did love his Pretty Boy. 
“Derek?”
Derek turned to Spencer, “Yeah, Pretty Boy?”
“The car’s not starting,” Derek furrowed his eyebrows, too caught up in his head to have heard the ignition. He turned it again. Nothing. 
“Guess we’re going to have to do this the old way and walk, huh?” Spencer sighed as he nodded, undoing his seatbelt, Derek following suit. And soon the two began the (relatively) short walk back to the hotel. Derek had made sure to message Hotch that the SUV was broken, saying he’d look at it or something when they got back - they’d call a cab on the way back though, Derek could not be bothered to walk back as well in this heat. 
“Are you sure this is the way?” Spencer asked, “I don’t recognise it… You’re not vibing it again, are you? Because that didn’t work last time. You know what, maybe I should be the one looking at the directions-”
“Hey, Pretty Boy,” Derek said, holding his phone to his chest protectively with a smile, “I’m the driver,”
“But we’re not driving,”
“Still applies.”
“Pretty Boy?” A Texan drawl drew them out of their conversation, the pair freezing immediately. Derek turned around, not letting himself relax when he saw an officer they had worked with on the case, as well as four others they had only seen around the station. He didn’t know these people, he couldn’t trust that they were good just because they were officers - plenty of cases they had worked on disproved this. 
“Can we help you?” Derek made sure to keep his voice light with a warning weaved through. No one answered, instead, the pair watched as they began to fan out slightly. Derek stepped forward, making sure he was between them and Spencer. “Hey, look, we don’t want any trouble,”
“Funny you should say that,” An officer sneered, “You’ve been parading yourselves all over the city since you got here,”
“Excuse me?” Derek asked, eyebrows furrowed. 
“Your homosexuality,” Another spat out. Derek closed his eyes for a moment with a sigh.
“We’re friends,” Derek lied, it slipping easily off his tongue. He had to make this believable. “Nothing more,”
“You often tell your friends you love them and kiss their cheek?” The officer they worked with asked, folding his arms, “And call them ‘Pretty Boy’?”
“As a matter of fact, I do, yes.” Derek stated, also folding his arms. 
“Derek?” Spencer whispered, Derek turned his head slightly, still keeping a firm eye on the officers in front of them. “They’re behind us too.”
It happened so fast Derek wasn’t even sure what was happening. Two people grabbed Spencer from behind, pulling him away from Derek and the rest lunged for Derek. He, obviously, fought against them the best he could, but four against one wasn't exactly a fair fight, no matter how good at self defence he was. With his mind half focused on Spencer, he barely had time to dodge the blows. It broke his heart hearing his boyfriend calling out for him in such a panic. 
It wasn't long before he was on the floor, now with five people against him. One of them had let go of Spencer, leaving just one officer to restrain him, whilst he joined in on the fun. Derek knew he was out of it, his vision was beginning to blur, he couldn't think straight, Spencer's voice was beginning to fade under the loud noises of the feet shuffling, the punches, and the kicks. And the comments. Personally, Derek thought the comments were the worst part. 
And then the noise was gone, although it was quickly replaced with a loud ringing. When he was sure no one else was there except him and Spencer, he forced himself to roll over, trying (and failing) to bite back a groan as he did so. "Spence?" 
Spencer was at his side within seconds, hands clinging onto his for dear life. "Derek?" He kept his voice low, "I've called an ambulance, and Hotch. They're both on their way. Do you know what happened?"
"We were jumped," Derek croaked out, "I'm not concussed," 
"Liar," Spencer mumbled. "You're going to be okay," 
Derek gave a small chuckle, "I've had worse, Pretty Boy." Derek watched in concern as Spencer's mouth slowly turned down into a frown, eyebrows furrowing. "What? What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Spencer replied. "The ambulance should be here soon, you're a little beat up and bruised but you should be okay." 
"Then why the long face, doc?"
Because you got hurt because of me.
Spencer says nothing, thankful for the sirens of the ambulance sounding through the street. Hotch and Rossi get to them first, Emily and JJ hot on their heels.
“Morgan? You okay?” Hotch asks.
Morgan holds a thumb up, “‘M fine,” He mumbles, “Just give me a minute,”
“He’s concussed,” Spencer answers, gently pushing Derek back down as he begins to force himself up. Derek huffs before doing it again. “Will you stop? You need to go to the hospital,” Derek huffs once more but doesn’t go to sit back up. It was hurting his head anyway. 
Soon enough, in the back of an ambulance, he was drifting out of consciousness. He woke up in a hospital bed, the pain from before only a dull ache now. 
When he opened his eyes, they were immediately scanning for Spencer, heart sinking when he was nowhere to be seen. “Where’s Spence?” He asked, turning to Hotch, the only on (other than Garcia - who was currently fast asleep on a chair next to his bed). He didn’t care about his injuries, about what the doctors had said. His thoughts solely focussing on Spencer, on knowing that he was okay.
“He’s at the hotel… He’s having a hard time coping with what happened,” Hotch answered after a moment. 
“Why? Is he okay?” Derek sat up, readying himself to sneak out of the hospital, catch a cab to the hotel, and check on his pretty boy himself. 
“He’s fine,” Hotch reassures, "He's just struggling with it,"
Morgan sighed, "He's blaming himself, isn't he?" He huffed when Hotch nodded. "We've got a few options. Someone calls him or something with him to haul his ass over here, or I go over there." 
"I'll see what I can do to get him here." Hotch said, phone in hand as he made his way towards a signal. And with that, Penelope woke. 
"My chocolate god of thunder! Thank the Lords you're awake! How are you feeling? How'd the arm? And ribs?" Derek gave her a smile before realising he hadn't actually found out what his injuries were. 
"Just a dull ache, baby girl," He grinned before looking down. His arm was in a cast, huh. He must have missed that, he didn't remember feeling anything break. "Didn't even realise about the arm," Penelope gave him a small smile.
"Is there anything I can get you?" 
"I'm okay for a while," He responded politely. "How's Spencer?"
Penelope sighed, "Well, in the few hours you've been conked out, he's convinced himself it was his fault."
"But that's ridiculous!" Derek exclaimed, "I'm going to having words with him when he gets here. For a genius, he really can lack common sense. Clearly those guys had already made their mind up and there was nothing either of us could have done to stop that."
"You know that, we know that. Spencer probably knows that too, he's just having trouble accepting that." Penelope said with a shrug, "I have a feeling you'll help him get past that though. Come on, I bought my laptop, let's watch cartoons,"
Spencer came half an hour later, looking hesitant as he hovered at the door. "I'm gonna go get some- coffee," And with that, Garcia shut her laptop, taking it with her as she left the room. 
Derek sighed, patting the bed next to him. He watches as Spencer walks in, debating for a moment before he sits on the hospital bed. "What's wrong?" Spencer doesn't answer. "Pretty Boy? Speak to me, I can't help if I don't know what's wrong…" When Spencer makes no move to answer, Derek continues, "Garcia says you've got it into your head that this is your fault. Is that true? Hm?" 
“Spence, come on Pretty Boy, I can’t help if I don’t know what’s wrong,”
“That.” Spencer mumbled, “That’s what’s wrong.”
“What?”
“Pretty Boy.” He muttered, emotion clinging to his voice, “They heard you say pretty boy. That’s what started it. I’m what started it. It’s my fault. You’re hurt and it’s my fault.”
“No, baby no, they’re just assholes,” Derek replied instantly, he ignored the dull ache that flared up when he pushed himself up full, reaching for Spencer’s hand. “They’re just homophobic dicks, if it didn’t happen to us, it would have happened to someone else. This isn’t on us, we did nothing. They’re the problem.”
“But-”
“If you’re about to blame yourself more, I don’t want to hear it,” Derek said softly, “This isn’t your fault. I don’t think that, the team doesn't think that, no one thinks that. They’re the problem, not you, not me, not us.”
“Okay,”
“Okay?”
“Okay,”
“Okay…”
“What is this, the fault in our stars?” Garcia snorted as she walked back in the room, three coffees in a holder in her hands. “Whatever, I bought coffee!”
“Woo!” Spencer cheered with a slight laugh. Derek smiled, he’d make sure Spencer didn’t blame himself if it was the last thing he ever did. Even if he had to shout it from the rooftops, he’d make sure his Pretty Boy never blamed himself.  
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micronopher · 3 months
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QUEER-FANSHIPPERS
Calling out to other fans who queer-ship for support! The dark-ish, romcom-ish, historical-ish pirate show Our Flag Means Death is one of the few that has actual queer-couples prominently featured on the show.
The main romantic pairing were regularly shipped in fandom long before it was revealed this was not a queer-baiting tactic, it was actually happening...
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And this is just ONE queer/non-heteronormative couple out of many more.
It's a fun show with a wonderful cast and crew who are not only supportive through their work, but many of who reach out to fans through special events and social media.
And now Max/WBD has cancelled that. One of the few cannon-supported examples where shipping queer-based couples weren't just fantasies, and it's been squashed.
I recommend y'all check out the show, but also please help protest the decision to cancel this unique series before it had the chance to complete its full arc:
Thank you all ❤️
Following @galaxypuppy708's example, btw:
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piqtescue · 2 years
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Pretty Boy & Sugar™️
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luca-pink · 2 years
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wtf tumblr.  (tmblr day #2)
so as an average mentally unstable teen i love criminal minds and ya know my fav is reid, but im havin a looksie and i see FUCKING MPREG posts about him.. sure im only up to like season 2 ish but i dont think hes transss??? so would someone so very kindly EXPAIN
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padfoot0216 · 7 months
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Derek - I’m in the mood to do something stupid tonight.
Spencer, drunk - I’m something stupid. Do me.
Derek - Pretty boy you’re a literal genius.
Spencer - That’s what you think.
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mm-ft · 11 months
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Just started to bingewatch Criminal minds, saw the elevator scene in "scared to death", and why the fuck is there not a billion fanfics of Morgan and Reid "and then they were stuck in an elevator" ?
The chemistry between these two, omg, please tell me they bisexualize each other in the next seasons 🙏🏻
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hannaloony · 5 months
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They are my little babies okay??
[eng/ukr]
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l0caltiredgirl · 4 months
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when i want fluff/angst fics and all i’m getting is smut
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the struggle is real
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