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law in pink | s.r

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summary: after confronting an unsub, it leaves you with a ugly mark and Spencer decides to give you a gift to cheer you up.

warnings: mentions of physical violence, beyond that a bit of girl power from reader and a sweet spencer worried about you.

this story is spencer reid (season 7) x ssa elle woods!reader

words: 1,567 words.

a/n: by popular demand, here is part two of law in pink, and yes, I will be returning to this story in a short series with chapters from ssa woods!reader x spencer. thank you very much again and I hope you like it.

The first rule everyone should know about you is that they must never mess with your face.

Never.

Because they don't know what a process it is to get it well cared for, hydrated and with that natural glow. They also don't know how expensive your skincare products are (always the best of the best) and your sessions with your dermatologist.

So they should never, but never, mess with your face.

But clearly an unsub wasn't going to know that, a criminal accused of killing 4 women with a twisted mind was never going to think that.

Least of all when his hand punched you straight in the face, splitting your lip and leaving a mark on your cheekbone, causing the taste of iron to be savored in your mouth.

"What, is Barbie going to cry about her face? I don't understand why they sent the weakest one."

You turned to look at him as you heard his sarcastic laugh, which didn't last long as the Gucci logo on your heel was branded on his cheek and he was falling dazed after hitting a box in the process.

"Weak? Please, you messed with the wrong Barbie." You smiled proudly at the sight of him on the floor, pawing at your face and letting out a groan at the sensation of pain. "Now I'll have to make an appointment with my dermatologist and a traumatologist because of you." You sighed pulling the gun away from his body and proceeded to take his hands to cuff them.

Within minutes, you heard some voices calling out to you, so you began to signal where you were. Within seconds, you saw a concerned J.J. and Emily come down to where you were standing, pointing their guns at you.

The scene was amusing and amazing to watch, you on top of a man who was twice your size as well as weight, lying on the ground while his hands were cuffed.

"Malibu Barbie just captured the undercover toy." You motioned for the cops to take him away, noticing how Emily got a close look at your lip.

"That must hurt."

"It'll hurt more for him, these babies are from last season and has a good sole. Fresh from the mail and ready to make a mark." You commented showing your heels to your companions, hearing their laughter at your joke.

The three of you walked out behind the hoard of people, noticing Spencer and Derek getting out of the newly arrived SUV. As soon as Spencer's gaze captured your face in his field of vision, you could feel him notice right away how your wounded face was the focus of the stares.

"What happened?" Derek looked in everyone's direction, stopping your gaze on you and the clear change in your usual 'perfect' face. "Oh no, Barbie..."

"Don't even look at me, better look at him." You pointed your chin in the direction of the patrol car, where your shoe logo was visible on the criminal's ruddy cheek. "My pilates classes taught him a good lesson." You commented smiling, but immediately let out a groan from the pain it was to move the muscles in your face. "But I think it will leave me achy for a few days."

In between conversations, the others convinced you to go get attended to, so you heeded and walked away from them in the direction of the ambulance, so they could give your cheekbone and lip attention.

"Are you okay, Y/N?"

Spencer's soft voice made you forget the pain for a few seconds, turning to see his face and giving him a smile where your white teeth took center stage.

"I'm fine, it was just a tap." The paramedic walked away to leave the two of you alone. You knew it wasn't an answer that would leave Spencer satisfied about your condition, in fact, his intense stare at you was more than enough to make that clear. You let out a sigh, turning to look at the brunette. "Well, I don't think it's just a 'tap out'. I'll have to ask for a couple of days until I show up at the office decently, not with this horrible face."

One of your biggest problems was your appearance, as many may note, because, if you weren't perfect, you couldn't leave your house.

It had to be everything, head to toe, just the way you have it in your head, if not, sorry, but they'll have to wait for you.

"It's not horrible, you still look just as beautiful." Spencer's words seemed impulsive, but they made your cheeks turn pink, even though I wasn't the only one blushing at that moment, Spencer's were just the same.

"You think so?" your eyelashes fluttered softly, watching the boy.

"Y-yes, y-you always look cute, Y/N."

A kiss on his cheek was the positive response you left for Spence to understand that his words were the best choice, and helped push away those thoughts about how bad you looked with a swollen lip and bruises on your cheek.

"Thank you Spencie, your words are always the right ones. Like a good Chai Latte on a cold day." You smiled getting up from where you were, indicating to him that you would go to the SUV.

For the first time in his life, Spencer appreciated his impulsiveness.

About a week later, you reappeared at the office for a full day's work.

Your body was covered by a pink skirt and jacket ensemble, something that was no longer a problem for anyone after weeks of seeing you arrive like this.

The only thing that wasn't pink at all was your black purse, a beautiful Alexandra. K. Joy and of course, the tray full of coffees you were carrying in your hands.

"Miss Universe, you're back." Derek smiled, causing you to walk up to him and leave a short hug.

"Good things always come back, now be a cutie and help me with this, D." You passed him the tray with coffees, walking beside him as you shared a couple of words.

There was a variety of coffees for everyone according to their tastes, you had taken the time to memorize each order so that it was to their liking.

And as soon as you appeared, you heard Penelope's voice call out to you. Your hand rose to greet her, approaching her with a smile.

"My pretty Y/N." The blonde immediately caught you in a hug, causing you to do the same.

"Penny!" you said cheerfully as you passed her a butterscotch frappe with plant-based milk. "I picked out something I thought you'd like."

"Thanks, cutie. How's your lip?"

"Sore, a little damaged, but better than I thought. My dermatologist recommended a magic cream that Lindsay Lohan used, she said it worked miracles and in two weeks it would be just the way it was."

A smile tugged at your lips, starting to pass out the coffees you had bought until you reached the last one: the one for Dr. Reid.

"Spencie." Your voice snapped him out of his head, turning to see you with a smile.

"Y/N, hey. How are you doing?"

"Much, much better, look... My lip looks almost like it did before! I'll get back to my pretty face." You placed the coffee in front of his eyes, giving him another smile. "A coffee loaded with vegetable milk, I heard around that you're lactose intolerant so I took the liberty of choosing for you."

A blush of embarrassment at that secret settled on his cheeks, causing him to lower his head.

"Thank you, Y/N. I appreciate the coffee." He lifted the cup, taking a sip from it and simply gave you a look, causing you to smile and go to your table.

But it was surprise that settled on your face as you saw a box full of skincare products. Your hands went to grab the products, noticing that it was every single one you occupied and ever mentioned.

"What? Guys... Wow." You held up the little serum box, but the confusion on Emily's face turned your excitement to confusion. "It wasn't you guys?"

"I don't even remember what I did yesterday and I'm going to remember your products, cutie. You take a lot of them." Emily laughed softly, but made you look again in search of the person responsible.

"There's only one person who can remember details like that." Derek's words drew your gaze from your desk to that of a certain doctor, who was shifting his gaze back to his paperwork. "And he hides behind his work."

A soft blush settled on your cheeks, causing you to bring the little box to your chest and press it to your heart, marveling at the detail.

Your feet soon made their way to the desk of the person in charge, and catching him off guard, you left a kiss on his cheek where your pink lipstick was stamped on his skin.

"Thank you, Spencie. I'll take good care of it."

Spencer's heart stopped for a couple of seconds, you could read it.

And as soon as you left, just like a tomato the young doctor's face colored. As a plus, the comments from Morgan didn't take long to come.

"Wow pretty boy, you just won the lottery."

Spencer knew it and that caused him to smile, because boy did he win it.

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a lot of love, alme. ❀

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20. “I’m gonna fuck you so good you forget all about that bastard.” with jealous derek morgan

cw: technically cheating but the bastard in question deserves it, mentions of cheating, rough-ish sex (i could have been way worse tbh), unprotected (as per usual, only on fics)

After everything he had been through, Morgan was sure he knew all the types of hell that could exist on earth.

Well, every type but this one. Watching you arrive to the bar, laughing soundly, with another man's hand laying on your ass.

His entire night was spent barely participating in conversation with the rest of the team, and when he did so, it was only to point out how your 'boyfriend''s comment was either stupid or disrespectful to you.

To be fair, he wasn't wrong. Your current situationship was lowkey an asshole, diminishing your achievements, disrespecting your arrangement, amongst other stuff you refused to notice because you were infatuated and, deep down, you thought he could change for you.

The well-disliked character excused himself a couple of hours before you wrapped the night up, and being the gentleman that he was, and the designated driver for the day, Derek had driven a group of very loud and cheery agents home.

The ride to your house, however, was in complete silence. You couldn't help but to steal a couple of glances every now and then. His face looked stern, not necessarily tired, it looked almost like anger.

"Okay, you can say it now." you broke the silence.

"I don't have anything to say." he said out of reflex, as if he was expecting your question.

"I know you don't like him." you finally confessed.

He refused to emit an other sound, probably because the profanities he would have let out could have affected your friendship beyond repair, and you gave up on trying to make him to open up. Thankfully, your house wasn't that far from the point you were at, and the uncomfortable silence only lasted a couple more minutes.

Despite his obvious irritation, he escorted you to the entrance; a gentleman nonetheless. Before you opened, though, you turned to look at him. His eyes scanned your features, and his intense stare made you freeze in place. He was a very attractive man, after all, and you had always felt drawn to him.

"You deserve better." he said unprompted.

"He's not as bad as you think." you defended.

"Oh, really?" his tone had begun to raise a little bit "Showing up in public with a grip on your buttcheek like you're some sort of meat? Downplaying the fact that you helped take down a prolific serial killer because 'your ass probably distracted him'? Leaving early so he could meet up with the waitress? Or did you not notice she left minutes later and that his car was still in the lot when we left? Is that really 'not that bad'?"

"And who do you want me to date, Derek?!" you outright yelled back at him "Where am I going to find the prince charming that will treat me like a human being? Because that's a trait that men seem to be lacking these days."

"I would start by looking in front of you." his throat moved with nervousness right after he finished his sentence.

He didn't have the intention to confess, not when you hadn't given him a single hint of being interested, not after he had managed to keep his feelings under control for so long, and certainly not while he was trashing your boyfriend.

"You cannot be serious." you said with disbelief.

"Why not, hm?" he said, his confidence returning to him once he realized there was no way back "Why the hell not? I wouldn't treat you like that. I wouldn't as much as look at another girl if you let me be with you, why would I? I know how smart you are, how skillful you are, and how beautiful your soul is. What else is there to crave when beauty itself has manifested in one single person?"

His body had gotten closer to you, caging you against your entrance door. His sight was unmoving, he wasn't allowing your eyes to move away. He needed you to understand the weight and seriousness of his words.

You weren't sure what prompted your decision, but your hands reached for his face and pulled it towards yours, and your lips melted together.

His hands moved to palm at your lower back, pushing your hips against his to keep you secure, almost as if he was scared you would move away any second. His touch was generally doubtful, heavily contrasted to his usual confident demeanor; you could notice this, regardless of the rules about profiling your coworkers, it was a skill very hard to dismiss.

"What's the matter?" you pulled away from the kiss to look at him daringly "Thinking you might not be able to keep up with him?"

He let out an airy chuckle, but you could tell in the way he licked his lips that the comment had hid a small nerve.

"Want to let me in and find out?" he teased back.

You slipped from his grip to quickly and clumsily open your front door. Your hand reached to grab his once the path was free and you hurriedly dragged him inside. Once the entrance was locked, his lips fixed themselves onto yours again, no time wasted.

In this occasion, his digits were a lot less shy. His broad palms landed on your buttocks, giving them a rough squeeze that prompted a moan to be let out against his mouth. You felt him smirk against your lips, smug and cheeky, and it pissed you off.

"So you really think you can do better?" you proded at his pride yet again, this time not really parting from your lips.

"Not only better." he muttered as his hands slipped beneath your shirt, trailing them up against your skin and consequently pushing it up "I’m gonna fuck you so good you forget all about that bastard."

With certain roughness, he pushed the garment up and off your body; as soon as your top underwear was exposed, his hand gripped behind and he tugged focefully at the pins, snapping them broken. It was harshness that you only got to see on the battlefield, and you were sure it was being caused by jealousy, and truth be told, you kind of liked it.

"That's going to be hard, considering he's got quite the girth." you tried to push him further.

His lips moved to the base of your neck, placing a couple of open-mouthed kisses at the base before your skin was taken captive by his teeth, a rough suck causing a stingy pain on it. His body was pressing up against yours, forcing you to step back. The back of your knees eventually hit the couch, placed in the middle of the living room, and caused you to fall back against it in a diagonal position, having half your body laying on the armrest.

He didn't fall with you, simply letting you go. He quickly undid his button-up to expose his torso; you couldn't help but you bite down on your lip at how toned he was. His eyes were staring you down, almost angrily, as he removed his pants.

"Girth has nothing to do with being good." he said, his fingers then tangling on the hems of his boxers "But if it's size you're into, I promise I will not disappoint."

You could tell by the print on his briefs alone that he was not being optimistic, and your suspicion was confirmed once he set his member free. You were too entranced in your little "guess the amount of inches" game to notice his fingers dip in the waistband of your pants. The fabric, along with your underwear, was tugged so roughly you had to dop your elbows on the couch to avoid being dragged along with them.

You laid there, bare for his eyes that were slowly devouring you from head to toe. Strong arms held onto your thighs to raise them slightly, he himself sliding beneath to be sitting on his legs on the couch. You watched his hardened member move around as he did so, until it landed on your skin.

One of his hands sneaked in between your legs, dragging his fingers by your entrance.

"Will you look at that." he exclaimed with a smug smile, his free hand grabbed your face in between his fingers, four by one cheek and his thumb on the other, so press your lips and force them to pucker up "Tell me, can he get you wet this fast?" the position he had your face in forced you to stare right into his eyes.

"No." you lied with the sole purpose to piss him off "He would have already made me cum."

You saw the prideful expression morph into a disgrunted one, it had been the first time you were faced with that side of Derek, and it made your walls clench around nothing. Morgan bent his body forward, forcing his lips against yours without letting go of your face. His other hand positioned his member against your entrance and slowly pushed inside you.

Your back arched at the sensation and your lips parted with a painful moan, he was stretching your walls to a point of slight pain; as promised, he did not disappoint, the man was big. Regardless of his daring attitude, he allowed you to get used to the girth, his lips still working around your mouth rapidly.

"Derek..." you were about to say something, you weren't even sure what, when a rought snap of his hips interrupted you.

He pushed with such strength you could feel yourself sink into the cushions. You reacted with a loud moan, which only fomented the fire within him.

His hips continued to snap with similar force, his arm snaking around your hips to keep them up and of free acess to his cock. His mouth felt like it was sucking the air out of your lungs, incessantly kissing and bitting around yours. When he finally needed some oxygen, his limb pressed against the armrest to keep himself up, his eyes locked on your face.

"Can he fuck you like this?" he asked in a half groan.

You were about to give yet another witty answer until his hips pushed furhter and roughly into you, you could swear you felt the entire member go in, since you could feel his testicles snap against your ass. Instead of your reponse, an almost scream came out.

"What happened, sweetheart, cat got your tongue?"

His hips were not giving you rest, no matter what a mess of sweat and other fluids you had become; desperate, you grabbed at his biceps, your nails digging on the muscle. Morgan felt you beginning to tighten around his member, and he knew you were getting close to your climax.

His hand yet again grabbed at your chin, this time his palm was closer to your throat, the pressure and force of his grip making a little difficult for air to pass. He pressed his forehead against yours, your sights forced to lock.

"Look me in the eye while I make you cum." Derek ordered.

His words worked like magic, only added to the extreme arousal you had been feeling the entire night, to send you over the edge. Your nails trailed down his body, leaving light redish marks on them as you orgasmed.

His hips lowered their pace when he felt your body beginning to relax under his touch, due to your high calming down, but they didn't stop. It dawned on you that he hadn't come, yet, and he was probably trying not to overstimulate you.

"Keep going." you urged him, even when keeping your legs up was a martyr on its own, having lost all strength.

"I'm almost there, baby, bear with me." he answered with an almost apologetic look on his face.

His arms once again surrounded your thighs, keeping them up onto his lap, his thrusts picked the pace back up, and your feet squirmed with the discomfort of beginning to feel overstimulated. His grunts had gotten erratic along with his breath, his eyes never leaving your glistening orbs that were starting to emit tears.

A final thrust was given to your pelvis, and this time you were sure he was all the way in, which was slightly painful, you felt him twitch and throb within your walls, and shortly you could also feel him spill all over your insides. His eyes were fixed on yours as he did, one of his thumbs dragging over your cheeks to remove the few droplets that had fallen down them.

He sat momentarily down on the couch trying to regain his composure before he stood up to slip in his jeans once again.

"You're leaving?" you asked in a rush, with a bit of fear in your voice.

He stared with incredulity for a second, eyes narrowing in thought.

"I was just gonna get you some tissue." his tone turned upset once again "Is that what he does to you? Fuck you and leave?"

"Who does that to me?" you asked, and you saw him raise his eyebrows.

"That boyfriend of yours." he answered as if double checking with you.

"Oh." you said softly "Oh! I mean, sometimes." you admitted shamefully.

He rolled his eyes and disappeared within the bathroom door, something he did to avoid absolutely cussing off your forementioned partner. Couple seconds later, he was back on your side with wet wipes he had gotten from your cabinet.

You took them from him, not comfortable enough to allow him to clean you up just yet, and he simply sat next to you, still shirtless.

"I meant what I said." he spoke up all of a sudden.

"About what?" you didn't look up at him, all focused on cleaning yourself up.

"About the way I would treat you if you were mine." this time, he seemed a lot more confident in his words.

You finally raised your head to meet his gaze, his deep brown eyes seeming to look through you.

"Okay." you finally said.

"Okay?" he asked in disbelief.

"Dinner. Tomorrow after work."

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