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Emily: I know you must be surprised to see me here.
JJ: Not really, since you follow me everywhere.
Emily: You're a lying, cheating, piece of garbage! You're not the woman I married!
JJ: Then we'll get a divorce! And I'm taking Henry!
Henry, slowly sliding the monopoly board away from them: I think it's time we stop playing...
Emily: You know you've made it when you see your picture up everywhere you go. JJ: Emily... Those are wanted posters.
JJ: What are you thankful for?
Emily: Your pu-
JJ, giving Emily a death glare:
Emily: -ooooositive personality!
Emily: Meeting new people is a pain. I never know what to say.
JJ: Just be yourself. Say something nice!
Emily: Which one? I can’t do both.
Derek: Are you a big spoon or a little spoon?
Emily: I’m a knife
JJ, from across the room: She’s a little spoon
Unsub: [on phone] I can see you.
Emily:
Unsub:
Emily: Do I look good?
Derek: Spencer, open up!
Spencer: Well, I live in constant state of pain and I haven’t slept in days-
Derek *holding a football*: No I meant open up so I can throw you the ball.
Spencer: Oh-
Spencer: *gets tackled by Prentiss*
JJ: what is the one think i told you not to do
Emily: burn the house down
JJ: and what did you do?
Emily: i made you dinner
JJ:
Emily:
JJ:
Emily: and burnt the house down
Emily: [comes home and JJ is waiting for her in the living room]
Emily: Am I in trouble?
JJ: Have a guess
Emily: No?
JJ: Have another guess
Emily *unbuttoning shirt*: God it’s so hot in here.
JJ: I know that but why are you unbuttoning my shirt?
JJ: The food is too hot, I can’t eat it.
Emily: You’re too hot and I still eat you.
JJ: *blushes*
Emily: *winks at her*
Rossi: One dinner. I just want ONE GODDAM DINNER.
Emily watching JJ give birth: I didn’t know it came with a leash.
Doctor: Ma’am, that is the umbilical cord.
Hotch: We need to talk about-
Emily: The house was already on fire when I got there.
Emily: What?
Hotch: What?
Hotch: So, how have you been?
Emily: Fine. I got this headache though. It comes and goes.
Derek: *Walks into room*
Emily: It’s back.
Emily: The stars are beautiful tonight.
Spencer: Yeah.
Emily: You wanna know who else is beautiful?
Spencer: Who?
Emily: JJ.
back on my bullshit with transmasc headcanons based soley on posture because you can’t stop me
Y'know what, fuck you *headcanons your characters as asexual based on colour pallete alone*
Curently watching the last episode of Criminal Minds… (season 15)
This tv show is breaking my heart in little pieces again and again💔
I fucked me over with seeing an edit of that scene of Reid crying in later seasons (the worst one of the ones I believes) and I gunned it to scroll away, proceeded to have an emotional crisis to Dynamight by BTS on loop for three times straight (pan).
Hello lovelies!
I’m looking for a Criminal Minds roleplay partner.
I’m semi lit or lit, depending on how much my partner writes. And I have a work-in-progress plot idea, but I’m okay coming up with a plot together.
My main muse is Spencer, but I can definitely try others. For our rp, I’d love to do a romantic or platonic single dad Spencer Reid roleplay with someone. I don’t mind if you’re a cannon or original character. I’m also okay adding in side characters such as Spencer’s BAU friends/team, if you want. Please like, comment, or send me a messsage if you’re interested in roleplaying with me. Thank you and have a great day/night!
Graphics -> v6que
I just wanna know how the BAU team decides who says what when they deliver the profile each case.
Do they stand around in the conference rooms and assign certain parts of the profile like in group projects? Or do they have a specific order they follow each time with like the specific parts? I just wanna know.
Like imagine them telling the PD they were ready but take another 5 minutes arguing about who says what. I really wish we got to see this at some point.
And imagine when new agents like Alex and Cate come in, and they’re just watching this whole ordeal unfold during the case.
(yes i know it’s a TV show but for a second let’s pretend it’s real)
Goodbye my lover, goodbye my friend. | Emily Prentiss x GN!reader
Prequel to ‘Welcome Home Kiss’.
Summary; Emily’s past life has finally been revealed and it’s time to get her back. But when they don’t have her anymore Y/N finds it difficult.
Pairing; Emily Prentiss x GN!reader, platonic!BAU team x GN!reader
Warnings; descriptions of blood/gore, heartbreak, mentions of ED, smoking, swearing (so much angst omg)
Words; 2.5k
No one is permitted to steal, copy or reblog my work as their own!!
Gif is not mine, @imagining-in-the-margins. (couldn’t find one from Emily’s funeral)
Between discovering Emily’s past life as Lauren Reynolds and finding the location of the warehouse Ian was now holding Emily, a whirlwind of emotions flowed through Y/N. Sadness, anger, disappointment and most of all worry. They were so scared for their lover; Was she okay? Was she hurt? Was she strong enough to fight back? These were all questions that flowed through their mind as they drove to the warehouse.
After a lot of debating, Y/N had joined Derek alongside SWAT officers on their search of the building. They had already taken care of the guards out the front and now they were weaving their way through the building silently.
*crash*
Y/N’s ears pricked up at the loud noise coming from the building, it was close. Without hesitation Y/N took off running ahead of Derek, all logic leaving their mind as they ran to the source of the noise.
“Y/N.” Emily managed to whisper out through the pain when she spotted them.
“No.” A soft gasp came from Y/N’s lips as she spotted Emily lying on the ground with a wooden stake poking out of her. They ran to her, cradling her head in their hands. “Emily?” They whispered, tears pricking at their eyes. Seconds later Derek came running in, jumping down to Emily’s side.
“I got her! I got her in the basement on the south side. I need a medic.” He spoke into his comms, the noise carrying through to everyone on the outside. “Prentiss.” He called out grabbing her hands, soft sobs coming from Y/N next to him. “Hey, it’s me. I’m right here. You’re gonna be alright.” Emily’s eyes flutter open and closed, she’s fading fast. Y/N couldn’t do anything but hold their lover’s head, watching her.
“Stay with me, baby. Come on, stay with me.” Derek panicked watching her.
“Let me go.” Emily breathed out feeling the blood drain from her.
“No, no. I am not letting you go.” Derek protested. “Help us!” He shouted into the large space, hoping someone would hear him. Looking back at her his heart shattered. “Listen to me. I know why you did all of this. I know what you did for Declan.” Derek tried to get Emily’s attention back but it wasn't working. “I’m so proud of you.” He spoke with grit. “You understand that? I am proud of you because you are my friend, and you are my partner.” His voice gets shaky. They both notice her eyes closing again. “No, Emily!”
“Baby, come on, stay with us.” Y/N’s voice cracked. “Don’t leave me like this.” Y/N stroked Emily’s hair like they always do. “We have our future planned out, you and me against the world, right?.” Tears dripped down their face as they shook their head.
“If you can hear us, please just squeeze my hand.” Derek gripped onto Emily’s hand, suddenly feeling a gentle squeeze from her. “Yes, there you go. There you go, baby. Just keep squeezing.” He held her hands tightly and within seconds the medics showed up. Derek pulled himself and Y/N away from Emily, holding them tightly in his arms.
They watched as the medics put her on a stretcher, carrying her out of the warehouse. They followed closely behind, walking in what felt like slow motion. Derek had to guide Y/N out, holding them in his grasp as they met the team outside. Y/N was in shock, every noise was muffled as they walked to the SUV, Derek slipping in beside them. All they could do was stare at whatever was in front of them, eventually getting out of the car and following the team when they reached the hospital.
They sat in a chair in the corner for what felt like hours or days. Rossi, Hotch and Garcia tried to talk to them but they couldn’t respond, staring at the floor, legs bouncing uncontrollably.
Eventually JJ walked over to the team, catching everyone’s attention, even Y/N’s, causing them to lift their head. The first thing they all noticed was her red eyes.
“No.” Garcia was the first to speak, shaking her head as she began to sob. JJ swallowed.
“She never made it off the table.” JJ finally spoke, breathing deeply.
Y/N’s body froze, blocking out all the background noise and falling back into shock.
The love of their life was dead. Gone. They didn’t move, they couldn’t. They were paralysed as their heart shattered into a million pieces. They looked down at their hands, still stained red with her blood. They stayed silent, still, ignoring her friends around her grieving. They didn’t know how long they sat there, staring at their hands but eventually a hand grabbed their shoulder.
“Kiddo,” Rossi softly spoke. “Come on, you’re coming home with me.” He pulled them up from their seat by the shoulders, wrapping his arm around their shoulders. They didn’t speak, they couldn’t. Somehow they made their way to the car and eventually inside Rossi’s house. He brought them into the guest room without a word and helped them into bed. He pulled the covers up and stroked their hair.
“Rossi,” They finally spoke, still staring at the wall in front of them. He was just about to leave the room but sat back down on the bed. “Tell me this is all just a bad dream.” Their voice cracked as they spoke, looking up at the man who treated them like his own. He hesitated, not knowing what to say.
“It’ll be okay, I promise.” He leant down and pressed a kiss to their head, holding their hand. He stood up again and left the room, leaving the door open just in case. They didn’t fall asleep for a while, staring at the wall emotionless until exhaustion finally kicked in. This is where they stayed for the next few days, only taking water from Rossi when he forced them to drink. They didn’t eat, they barely slept, spending most of the time staring at the wall, or the ceiling, or the empty spot in the bed that they sometimes shared with Emily.
Within days they held a funeral for Emily. And it was the hardest day of Y/N’s life. They got up and Rossi took them to their apartment so they could get dressed. It was a sunny day, Y/N felt this was wrong for a funeral. They didn’t speak to anyone, not when they carried her coffin with their teammates, not when Hotch asked them if they wanted to say a few words, and not even when Penelope approached them. It was hard enough being there, burying their best friend, their lover and who was supposed to be their life partner. Talking to anyone was an extra effort they couldn’t do.
Only 6 days after her death, everyone was expected back at work. Y/N didn’t show up that first Monday. After the funeral no one heard from them, calls going to voicemail and texts staying on delivered. They had cut off all communication from their team, instead staying locked in their apartment, moving themselves from their bed, to the couch and back to the bed. They still weren’t eating, only drinking water to stay alive, not that they felt they had much to live for anymore.
During that first week back the team had a case, heading to Portland quickly and leaving Penelope behind in her tech lab. Every day between 5 and 6 pm a quick knock would appear on their door, followed by the sweet voice of Penelope Garcia would flow through the wood, asking if they were alright but never receiving an answer. It wasn’t till Thursday night when she came by again that she became seriously concerned for Y/N’s health, spotting the full containers of food she had left them at the door 2 days prior.
“Y/N? Please answer the door. I just want to help you.” Penelope called through the door, face painted with concern. After minutes of silence she called Derek who had just gotten back from their case, telling him to get over here asap. He was there within 5 minutes.
“Y/L/N!” He yelled through the wood. “If you don’t open the door I’m going to kick it in.” He waited, hoping it would open and their face would appear but when it didn’t, he had no choice but to get it open himself. He kicked the door open with force, walking strongly into their apartment, searching the kitchen and living room for them. Penelope ran into their bedroom, gasping loudly when she finally spotted them. They were passed out in the bed, 2 times smaller than when she last saw them and barely breathing. Derek rushed in, checking their pulse to find that it was thready and weak. He picked them up bridal style, carrying them out of the apartment and down to his car, Penelope close behind.
When they woke up again, all they heard was beeping and hushed voices close by. They opened their eyes to a dark room with brighter lights coming from a hallway outside.
“Wha- where-” They sat up quickly, heart racing at the unfamiliar environment, turning to their right when they felt a soft hand touch their own. Penelope’s sweet face had a beaming smile plastered but glassy, red eyes showed that she was crying previously.
“You’re in the hospital.” She calmed them down, looking over to the other corner where Derek was standing against the wall. “We found you in your apartment, you-” Her voice cut off, tears fell down her face.
“You were barely breathing Y/N. The doctors said you hadn’t eaten anything in over a week.” Derek moved to the end of the bed, staring Y/N deep in the eyes. They felt terrible, creating more stress and worry for the team after the past 2 weeks.
“I’m sorry.” Y/N dropped their head in shame.
“It’s okay.” Penelope placed a soft finger under their chin, making them look up at her. “We’re here to help you, you know that right?” She spoke softly. They nodded their head in response, travelling their eyes over to Derek.
It was another week of rest at home, along with supplements to help Y/N get nutrients back into their body before they were allowed back at work. When they did return they were made to have a conversation with Strauss, discussing their prolonged absence before they were dismissed and cleared for the field.
“Y/L/N.” Hotch’s voice carried through the bullpen. Y/N looked up from their desk and towards his office. He was standing in the doorway, motioning his head and indicating for them to come up. They sighed, dropping their pen and standing up. They knew what it was about, Emily. The rest of the team had already had their conversations with Hotch, discussing their feelings and Y/N was the last to go in. They were trying to avoid it ever since returning to work, hiding away from his view everytime he walked past, but it was inevitable. They walked up the stairs and into his office, closing the door and meeting him on the couch.
“Y/N.” They didn’t look at him, keeping their lips sealed shut. “Are you okay?” His voice was soft and genuine. Their focus remained trained on the floor, legs beginning to bounce from anxiety. They took a deep breath, trying to hold back tears and emotion.
“I don’t want to do this.” They whispered, shaking their head. “I can’t.” They sighed.
“Why not?” He sounded like a therapist, voice laced with concern for the agent. They bit their bottom lip, shaking their head again. More tears began to rise in their eyes.
“Because-” Y/N turned their head to look at their boss. “Because if I do then it becomes real. I don’t want it to be real. I want her to walk through those doors like it was all some big joke.” They looked out at the glass doors. “But she won’t.” Their voice cracked, tears finally falling. “She’s gone, and I-I can’t do this without her Hotch.” They stood abruptly, pacing back and forth. “I’m not me. I’m not who I was. I-I’m broken.” They stopped, staring down at Hotch.
“You’re not broken, Y/N.” He stood, meeting their eyes.
“Yes, I am. I haven’t cried, I-I can’t sleep, I couldn’t eat, I can’t breathe.” Y/N looked at him.
“You’re not broken, you’re grieving.” He spoke calmly. “You’re allowed to grieve, Y/N.” He explained.
“I don’t want to.” They shook their head again, hands clutching at their chest. “I held her in my arms, she was breathing.” They were back in the warehouse, holding Emily in their lap as she began to fade. “I loved her so much.” They look up at their boss, their friend, and their heart shatters again.
“I know, I know you did.” He stepped closer to them, wrapping his arms around their shoulders, enveloping them in a hug for the first time ever. They sobbed into his chest, not caring about the unprofessional nature of it, he wasn’t the big bad boss right now. He was their friend and he was comforting a friend in a difficult time.
The sobs slowed and their breathing evened out, Hotch letting go of them.
“Thank you.” Y/N looked up at him, smiling slightly. “Would it be okay if I left a bit early today? There’s somewhere I need to be.” Hotch nodded in response, understanding their situation.
When they left the office, they headed to the cemetery for the first time since the funeral. The walk from the car to her grave was tough, taking one step at a time. When they reached her headstone they sat on the grass in front, staring at her name engraved in stone.
“Hey baby.” They smiled. “I’m sorry I haven’t been to visit yet, it’s been hard.” They sighed. Then they reached into their coat pocket, digging around for what had become their current habit. They pulled out a lighter and pack of cigarettes, lighting one in their mouth. They took a deep breath and puffed out the smoke, blowing it into the cool wind. “Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you about this.” They joked to her headstone. “Picked up a very old habit from high school, you’d probably hate it and throw it out if you could.” Their face dropped with their words.
“I miss you.” They spoke again after a minute of silence. “Like a lot.” They took another hit of their cigarette. “It’s hard doing this without you. Life that is. I don’t even remember how I did it before I met you, but I guess I’m going to have to figure it out aren’t I?” They smiled painfully. They sat in silence at her grave for a while, waiting until their cigarette was nothing but a nub. This might have been the first time visiting her grave, but it wasn’t the last.
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Time Bomb | Criminal minds x fem!reader
Summary; Y/N’s mind is overworked and tired from case after case after case and the team begins to notice, prodding her until it gets too much.
Parings; BAU team x BAU!reader, no romantic relationships mentioned. (she/her pronouns)
Warnings; angst, mentions of chronic headaches/migraines, swearing, physical and emotional pain
Words; 1.7k
No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!
Gif is not mine. @book-place
It wasn’t unusual for Y/N to have a migraine, let alone a simple headache. She was diagnosed with atypical migraines when she was 15 and has been dealing with them since. But joining the BAU 6 months ago really seemed to ramp things up for her. Since the day she left for that first case, the severity of her headaches increased, impacting her working abilities.
She knew it wasn’t going to be an easy job, the commitments alone were tough but what was worse was trying to leave every painful detail of a case behind and move onto the next one, especially so quickly. She felt like she was doing work 24/7, whether she was on a plane flying across the country, stuck at her desk filing reports or thinking about cases when she got home. Everyone else on the team had been there for much longer than her so they had it down packed. But Y/N was still struggling, not that she would let anyone else figure that out.
She became quite good at compartmentalising, hiding her emotions from her colleagues, family and friends. But all of this stress, tension and hurt came through in her migraines. Having suffered in pain for almost 10 years already, she was good at moving through the pain, pushing it aside, but lately it began bothering her more than ever, and the team began to notice.
Derek was the first to pick up on her change in mood when she didn’t acknowledge his daily “Good Morning Firecracker”. Instead of her normal response, she flipped him the bird and kept walking to her desk in silence. He was quite insulted at her actions but took it as a bad morning. The other surrounding team members took note of this unusual behaviour from Y/N, all beginning to watch her closely.
Reid noticed her mental distance during a case when it repeatedly took her 8 seconds longer than usual to answer a question or hear her name being called.
It was then Emily who tried to comfort her, but was brushed aside and ignored by Y/N. It happened yesterday, the team were in the office, working on files from the previous case and Emily noticed the younger team member had been silent all day. She watched with concern from her desk as Y/N held her head in her hands, rubbed her temples and took painkillers every few hours. As the day ended Emily approached Y/N, tapping her on the shoulder lightly to get her to raise her head off the desk.
“What?” Y/N turned to Emily with tired eyes and an exhausted expression.
“Sorry, I just wanted to check that you were okay? You’ve been quiet all day.” Emily removed her hand from Y/N’s shoulder.
“I’m fine, Prentiss.” Y/N used Emily’s last name for the first time in months and it shocked everyone in the room. Y/N gathered her stuff and quickly left towards the elevators, brushing Emily’s shoulder on the way out. The whole team, including Rossi and Hotch who’d left their offices, stood in shock at the agent's actions. Something was definitely wrong.
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This morning Y/N slept in for the first time in weeks, and not on purpose. She had slept through three alarms and would officially be late for work, but it didn’t bother her. The pain pounding through her head was insufferable. It felt as if her skull was squishing her brain, waiting for it to explode. So she took her time getting ready, pausing every few minutes to sit and attempt to not pass out or throw up. Could she have just opted to take the day off? Yes. But she was too stubborn for that.
She eventually made it to work, slowly making her way through the glass doors, now almost an hour late according to her watch. But when she finally looked up from the floor, no one was at their desks, or in the kitchen, or milling around the bullpen. It was silent. As much as she admired the peace and quiet, it was bugging her, where the hell was everyone else. Curiously she made her way up the stairs, peeking into Hotch and Rossi’s empty offices, then towards the conference room that suspiciously had the door closed and shades drawn.
She opened the door slowly, expecting to also find no one, but was wrong. The whole team was sitting at and standing around the table, previously talking lowly amongst themselves.
“What the hell is going on? Why are you all in the fucking dark in silence? It’s weird.” Y/N’s voice caught the attention of her friends and boss, everyone staring at her with shock or concern plastered on their faces.
“Come sit down Y/N.” Hotch finally spoke up, his hands crossed at his chest nodding his head to the empty chair in the centre of the table.
“Fine.” Y/N snickered, moving slowly towards the chair. “What is this? An intervention?” Y/N laughed as she sat down in the chair, sliding down into a comfortable position. The room stayed silent. “Will someone please fucking say something!” She waved her hands in the air and looked to Emily, then Spencer then Derek.
“Y/N.” Derek sighed, moving away from the window where he was previously leaning, catching the attention of Y/N. “We’ve all noticed some changes in your behaviour recently and we just wanted to see what was going on.”
“Yeah.” Emily’s voice perked up from beside Y/N, moving to place her hand on top of the other agent’s. “We’re all worried for you, you haven’t been yourself. You get mad at the smallest of things, you’re constantly tired and falling asleep everywhere. Is there something you need to tell us? Are you-” Emily couldn’t even finish her sentence.
Y/N shook her head in disbelief, they probably think I’m an alcoholic or drug user. Unbelievable. “Wow!” She laughed out, snatching her hand away from Emily’s. “Okay, so how about you guys take a guess at what’s wrong with me and I’ll tell you if you’re right.” Everyone’s jaw dropped at her outburst, not wanting to say anything to make it worse. “Hm. Go ahead. Or are you too scared?” Y/N stood up from her chair.
“That’s enough Y/L/N.” Hotch sternly expressed to the agent, urging her to calm down.
“No, Hotch. I’ve had enough! This is bullshit.” Y/N began walking towards the door behind her, only to be stopped by Derek. “Move.” She argued but he didn’t budge. “Stop it Derek, let me leave.”
“No.” He uncrossed his arms, now softly holding her forearms.
“Derek,” She was really frustrated now, tears began welling up in her eyes. “I swear to god.” She shook her head at him, her voice was breaking. The physical and emotional pain was getting too much. The pounding in her head was so loud she thought her ear drums were going to burst. Derek saw her pain, swiftly moving to pull her into a tight hug, one that she didn’t reciprocate but also didn’t try to remove herself from. She broke down, for the first time in months she’d finally let go. She stood there, crying into Derek’s chest as he held her tight, protecting her, the room was quiet besides the sound of Y/N crying.
This was the first time any of them had seen her cry in the 6 months of knowing her, not even after hard cases. They looked at each other, hearts breaking for their colleague and friend. After a moment she began to move and Derek’s grip on her loosened. She wiped her bare face and held her head down as she went to sit back down. “Talk to us honey.” JJ was now in the seat beside her, stroking her back lightly.
She took a deep breath before she spoke again. “I have chronic migraines. I have since I was 15. And since working here, they’ve been worse than ever. Especially today.” She stopped, I sound so stupid, she thought to herself. Emily squeezed her shoulder encouraging her to keep going. Y/N sniffled, “I guess the heaviness of the cases, the workload, the stress has been getting to me a lot more recently. And don’t get me wrong, I love this job and you guys,” She lifted her head to look at her friends who were now all sitting or standing in front of her. “But sometimes it’s just too much and the emotional pain turns into physical which then turns into anger and a bad mood.” She looked back down at her hands, picking at her nails.
“Well why didn’t you tell any of us you were struggling?” Rossi spoke kindly from across the table, meeting eyes with Y/N.
Y/N’s mouth twists before speaking, trying to stop the tears. “I didn’t want to burden you. You guys have your own lives. And I’ve been dealing with it by myself for so long I thought I had it under control.” Her voice cracks at the end causing everyone’s hearts to shatter. How did they not see this earlier? They all thought to themselves.
“Y/N, look at me.” Derek was now behind her, she looked up behind her shoulder. “You are not a burden. You are an incredible and important asset to this team and this family. That’s what we are.” He smiled down at her.
“And that means that we’re always here for each other, good or bad.” Penelope’s sweet voice spoke next from further down the table. “Okay?” She asks when Y/N looks like she doesn’t believe her.
She stayed silent for a while, thinking about their words. Slowly she began nodding her head, careful not to increase the pain. “Okay.” She smiled at her team.
“How about you go sleep off the pain in my office for a bit?” Rossi offered, she almost rejected because she didn’t want to let them down but Rossi continued before she could open her mouth. “Just until we get a case, okay?” He hoped that would do the trick, and it did.
“Thank you.” She sniffled. “And I’m sorry for how rude I’ve been, it wasn’t intentional I promise.” She looked specifically at Emily and Derek who had received the brutal end of her outbursts.
So now the team was fixed once again, now knowing how to help Y/N on her good and bad days.
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Y’all I’ve been rereading my stories for inspiration and I’m gonna start but y’all have to wait until I finish school tbh cuz it’s the end of the year and my teacher is giving project after project and I can’t keep up with everything. Maybe like once May starts or something. I’m gonna continue with the Byeon story and ofc the Spencer story.
Sneak Peek
“You know, at first I thought maybe you just weren’t interested in me. Maybe I was just too much for you to handle. A little nice white girl would do you good wouldn’t it, Spence?” I said while hovering over his lap, continuing to touch him but never giving him enough. I wanted him to beg for it, all the best things come after waiting quite patiently I’ve learned. “N-no…you I want.” Grasping my hips tightly trying to receive so form of friction against his hard-on. “Omg Spence, what the hell are you even saying right now?” I laughed at him, finally allowing him to pull my hips down to meet his cock. Just allowing the tip, since I haven’t decided yet if he deserves it. “You’re barely speaking any fucking English, highest IQ in the bureau they say? Reduced to a blabbering pussy drunk baby. Do you deserve it, do you deserve this pussy?” Kissing up my neck, leaving wet kisses while slowly reaching to suck on my breasts. “I’ll be good, so good for you. Only for you, I promise.” It’s so funny to see him like this, a part of me wants to feel bad. Almost. “Fine, Jesus Christ you can.” Hearing me give him permission was the final straw for him. Immediately slamming me down on his whole cock. “Quiet down Spence, don’t want anyone to hear how much of a whore you are for me, do you?”
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Wet dream- Greg house x black reader ( oct1)
Fingering- spencer Reid x black reader ( oct 2)
Choking- rick grimes x black reader (oct 3)
Spanking- Greg house x black reader ( oct 4)
Blowjob- rick grimes x black reader ( Oct 5)
First time- Greg house x black reader ( Oct 6)
Rec list
Stranger things, marvel, marauders era, the umbrella academy, slashers
Stranger things
EDDIE MUNSON
Tongue
Eddie Munson smut AND Jason Carver slander. What could possibly be better?
Such a strange girl
Eddie and hippie being cuties.
Movie night
Bat Eddie and his uncle Wayne.
Noodle
Ferret dad Eddie.
Family
Wayne being a protective uncle and so much comfort.
STEVE HARRINGTON
Stay awake
The softest and fluffiest angst around.
Pretty
Steve deserves all the praises.
Dream
Cutie Steve beginning his dad life.
BILLY HARGROVE
Welcome to the party
Kind of ooc Billy but being a protective cutie.
Road gate
Very soft Billy with sadness but fluffy ending.
Marvel
BUCKY BARNES
Personal pillow
Kick your feet, twirl your hair type of fluff.
Pocket angel
Cry your eyes out type of fluff.
Sweeter than sugar
Chubby Bucky owns my heart and soul, forever and always.
Your protector, forever
A dark but soft Bucky.
Can you not
Possessive Bucky is a hot Bucky.
The bet
People being meanies to Bucky and a protective reader.
Serendipity
Bucky just trying to live with an unhinged neighbour.
Around my neck
Bucky being a silly jealous boy.
And you’re mine
Again chubby Bucky owns my heart.
STEVE ROGERS
Religion
Dark Steve and innocent reader.
LOKI LAUFEYSON
Little realisations
I agree tall people are scary.
End credits
Loki being a sweetie.
Hot tea
Jotun Loki smut. Chefs kiss.
Marauders
JAMES POTTER
She hexed me!
Stupid lover boy Jamie.
SIRIUS BLACK
That doesn’t leave us many options
Cutie Siri and beautiful references to blanket forts.
REMUS LUPIN
Easy sleeping
Soft domestic relationship.
REGULUS BLACK
Regulus Black x Potter!Reader
Dramatic James and soft Reggie.
The umbrella academy
FIVE HARGREEVES
Music to my ears
Cute husband and wife shit. A whole lotta caring Five.
Hotel waffles
Retired loving Five.
Partners
The best type of relationship.
My little stress eater
Softest five around. All the fluffs while still being a bad bitch.
Slashers
Slasher cuddling HC
Falling asleep on slashers
Slashers s/o with tattoos
Slashers reaction to their s/o laying on top of them
Slashers with a demon s/o
Giving slashers massages
Slashers with s/o who has weird cravings for inedible things
Slashers with s/o who proves their loyalty to them
Hide ‘N Seek (Bo Sinclair)
Blind (Bo Sinclair)
Yautja with a chiropractor s/o
Wasted on a dream
Wound tending (Bo Sinclair)
Kissing slashers in a panic before they kill you Part 2
Male yautja trying out a period cramp simulator with his human mate
Michael and Jason with a reader who plays the sims
Receiving a love letter
Miscellaneous
MATT MURDOCK
One more time
A soft and fluffy fic that provides Matt with love and happiness.
SPENCER REID
Every last bite
Cute Spencer and magic baker, so cute!
Buried alive
Sad times but so sweet.
AARON HOTCHNER
Home sweet home
Aaron being protective and little rage for spice.
JAVIER PEÑA
Agent Peña
Javier looking hot in his vest.
LOGAN HOWLETT
When she squeezed me tight, she nearly broke me spine
I want to break his bones.
The Walking Dead
DARYL DIXON
Day drinking and it’s consequences
Glenn and reader being drunken simps. Cute Daryl just trying his best.
No matter what they say
Grumpy and sunshine.
Found you
The cutest reunion and Merle being a good guy.
A single punch
A truly heartbreaking and stunning story, Maggie being amazing.
Beef
Daryl being a bitch but he makes up for it.
Idk who needs this but:
All the constantly freaked out shit is CORNY and gives loser + the h3nt@i headers have gone too far like just go watch p_rn atp🤦🏽♀️.
Edit: I’m not reading all that so argue with the wall. Other genres exist BESIDES smut. It wouldn’t hurt to write more of those.
