#bau x trans male reader

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

Whumptober Day 7

No. 7 THE WAY YOU SHAKE AND SHIVER

Shaking Hands | Seizures | Silent Panic Attack

Warnings: panic attacks, nerves surrounding coming out, mostly emotional whump

Word count: 524

You couldn’t seem to stop your hands from shaking, it had been hours and still here you were, shaking. You were on the way back, the jet not far from landing. You had tried everything, you had eaten, had something to drink, had a quick nap, you even tried doing some star jumps. Nothing seemed to be helping. You knew what it was. It was the anticipation. You had planned on coming clean, on telling them everything and you were anxious. Scratch that, you were shitting bricks. You had never been more terrified to tell the team something then you were right now. But you had promised yourself that on the way back to Quantico, you would tell them. And you weren’t about to let yourself down, not today. 

Sighing, you shifted in your seat, debating trying to get everyone’s attention. You noticed your heart beating rapidly in your chest, the occasional flutter, and you’re sweating. Standing up as casually as possible, you head to the toilet. You spend maybe two minutes there, splashing water on your face, trying your best to calm down.

It wasn’t even that big of a deal, you didn’t know why you were so anxious over it. You just had to go up to them and say ‘hey, so I wanted to talk to you’ they’d ask what was wrong, and then you’d just say ‘well, I’m transgender and I left like it was time to finally tell you’ and then they’d say ‘hey no worries, thanks for telling us’ and that would be that. You knew that logically, it was all going to be okay. And yet, here you are, having a panic attack in the bathroom of the jet.  

A soft knock on the door drew you out of your thoughts. “(Y/N)? It’s Hotch, is everything okay?” He asked softly, “You’ve been in there a while.”

“I’m fine-” You winced as your voice cracked at the end of the sentence. 

“(Y/N)-”

“I’ll be out in just a moment,” You said, Hotch sighed from the other side of the door, mumbling an okay before he walked away. You sighed. Now you really had to tell them. 

You spent the next minute making sure you didn’t look like you had been having a panic attack. You took a deep breath. Okay, you could do this. You could do this. You unlocked the door, sitting in your seat (ignoring the concerned gazes) before turning to everyone. The whole gang were there for this case, Garcia included. Which meant that you could come out to everyone all at once, which was both a blessing and a curse. “I need to tell you all something.”

“Is something wrong?” You turn to Hotch, noticing his eyebrows furrowed in concern and shake your head. ‘Not unless this goes terribly’ you think to yourself. 

“I’m transgender, a transman,” You say, watching everyone’s expression.

“Is that what you were worried about?” You nod and Penelope walks over, enveloping you in a hug. “Sweetie, we don’t care about that! We love you, no matter what!” You break out in a grin.

“Love you guys too,”

[starch1ldz]

Spencer: I'm gonna check it out

Bau!y/n: Cool, and I'll stay here and make spooky sounds. Oooooo

[ralvezfanatic]

Outfits and Naps

Spencer Reid x FTM!Reader

FEM-ALIGNED DNI - You will be blocked if you interact with this post. This is made for trans men/mascs, not women.

Reader is bored at home, not having much to do. He decided to try on some outfits he bought earlier, and then falls asleep.

Warnings: Mostly focused on Reader. Slightly feminine outfit mentioned. Dysphoria is implied if you squint really hard. Practically just a random drabble I randomly came up with. Reader has a cat because cats are very cool. Also, guys.. please don't sleep in your binder..

Word Count: 1.2k

Spencer was away at work, so it was only you and your childhood cat (that you got at 17.. so more of a teenage-hood cat), Mr. Whiskers the 3rd (and since it was such a long name, you shortened it to Mr. Whiskers. Although you stated his full government name was Furball Whiskers the 3rd.) at home.

You didn't have much to do, it was a peaceful day and you decided you were going to order takeout for dinner when Spencer came home. So, cooking wasn't an option. Having set your mind to takeout, there was no way you could cook. You already knew what you were going to order, so you couldn't change plans.

So there you were, sitting on the couch, your cat next to you, sleeping while you were bored out of your mind. You pet him for a whole, sighing as you tried to come up with something to do. Calm days were actually really boring. As you thought, you scrolled through your phone, switching between apps trying to get an idea.

Maybe you could take a walk? No, too cold, and you felt bad leaving Mr. Whiskers alone.

As you scrolled through your phone, you saw this post which reminded you of some outfits you bought and wanted to try on earlier, but always put aside. Happy that you found something to do, you stood up, rushing to your bedroom, your cat soon following behind.

You threw your phone on your bed, heading to your closet and pulling out some boxes where you stored the outfits. You carried them and placed them on the bed to open and take the clothes out.

You decided to wear your binder while trying on clothes, so you knew how they'd look when you go out. You go get it, and put it on after a few minutes of struggling.

Now you stood by your bed again, your cat sitting in the middle of the bed, waiting for the boxes to empty.

“Which one looks better Mister? This? Or.. this?” You ask him, holding out a cropped turtleneck with the shoulders cut in your left hand, and a white, sleeveless button up shirt in your right.

Mr. Whiskers turned his head to the left, sniffing the air a bit, which had made you think he chose the turtleneck, but then he turned his head to the right, so you thought he changed his mind. Finally, he just spun around in a circle trying to get comfortable on your bed before lying down and not picking anything out for you.

“Thanks..” You mumble, wondering why you even bothered asking a cat for help. You decided you would try both of them, hoping to style them for future use. You set the button up shirt down and put on the turtleneck. You had to find a nice pair of pants now.. which was difficult because you knew this turtleneck would look great with a skirt, but you weren't that comfortable yet.

Finally, you decided on a pair of black jeans, because you couldn't figure out what else to wear. You thought you looked nice, and snapped a mirror selfie of your newly created outfit and sent it to Spencer.

That's how you spent your afternoon, mixing and matching different shirts and pants, trying out different outfits, taking pictures, and sending a few to your boyfriend, asking for his opinion.

Not that he was helpful, that man said you looked absolutely stunning in each outfit you created. And also he usually stuck with sweater vests and slacks.. so he didn't really know he was supposed to help with.

You gave up after his third, “They both look great.” and his second “It’s you, anything looks good on you.”

Obviously, he wasn't helping, so you just sent him pictures of what you decided looked better, which he still enjoyed.

Finally, you tried out all the new clothes you got, and managed to style each of them. You put everything away, and sat on the bed, telling yourself you were only sitting to think of something else to do, but instead ended up laying down and falling asleep.

Spencer opened the front door, and was surprised when Mr. Whiskers didn't rush over to sniff and inspect him. “Y/N! I'm home.” He called out, closing the door behind him, only to be met with silence. Puzzled on why he arrived home to be met with a quiet house and no greeting, he ventured further into your house. He grew slightly nervous, which was only normal considering his job, but kept calmed.

He walked into the bedroom, slowly opening the door, hoping you just fell asleep and the animals were locked in with you.

As he opened the door, he was met with the cutest view, and he felt his heart melt at what was in front of him. He smiled, taking out his phone to snap a quick picture before walking up to the bed.

You laid in bed, wearing a pair of your boyfriend's sweatpants, which were baggy on your smaller body, along with your binder that you didn't take off after trying on clothes. In front of you was Mr. Whiskers, which you held close, hugging him as if he was a plushie.

He had been asleep, but woke up when Spencer entered the bedroom. He only looked up to him, but stayed comfortably on the bed under his owner's arms.

Spencer couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at the sight, finding it absolutely adorable how you slept with your cat. He also saw how you still had your binder on and decided to wake you up, now knowing how long you had it on.

“Love. Get up, you need to get that binder off.” He shook you lightly, trying to wake you up in a nice manner. You grumble and shoo him off, trying to pull your cat closer, but he decided to get up when Spencer started to wake you. “Y/N, get out of your binder..” He insisted, shaking your shoulder now.

You groaned being woken up from your nap and shook your head no. “Mm.. 5 more minutes.” You mumbled, hiding your face in your hands, turning away from your boyfriend.

Spencer laughed and shook his head, finding your sleepiness amusing. “No, get up Y/N. Now.” He laughed, grabbing your arms and pulling you up to a sitting position.

As he managed to sit you up, he smiled at your now barely conscious self. “I was having such a good nap ‘Pence.. you should have joined me instead of waking me.” You mumble, leaning your head on his shoulder and wrapping your arms around his own.

“Sweetheart, as good as a nap it was.. and as cute as you look in my sweatpants and your binder, you shouldn't be sleeping with that on! Now go change, I'll give you one of my sweaters if you want too.” He smiled, pressing a kiss on your temple. “And then we can cuddle and nap if you want to.” He added on, knowing that'll be good enough motivation for you to go change.

You turn your head to look at him and smile, pressing a quick kiss to his mouth before getting up to change out of your binder, rushing so you could cuddle up with him.

[marksbear]

Hey! There's hardly anything on the internet for trans males, so can I request a Spencer Reid x Trans male reader? Where the reader has just joined the BAU and Spencer is awkward around him because he immediately takes a liking to him? Maybe Morgan and Emily tease Spencer about it too?

Hello and Hope you enjoy the fic!

Warnings! creepy unsub, mtf and ftm victims, torture, dad like reader,

SPENCER REID X FTM READER

The whole team welcomed Y/n into the BAU. They all made him feel at home. Well not Spencer though.

Spencer didn't have a problem with Y/n in fact he loved to be around the new agent. He loved to be next to Y/n, he liked his voice, the way he carried himself and just overall he was smitten for the man.

But sadly threw missed signals by never making an effort to talk to the man or trying to be alone or next to him by going out of the room or walking to someone else to stand or sit by.

One day it was an unusual case for the BAU. The team flew to Texas to do the strange case. The case was about the Unsub killing trans kids and adults but mostly kids.

WARNING MAY GET DYSPHORIA! AND GORE

The team didn't notice Y/n's mood immediately changed once he saw what Unsub did to the Victims. If the victim was going through their transitions and had surgery the Unsub would keep them alive as they do a messy surgery if they were MTF they would remove the breast of the victim and cut her hair.

If FTM the unsub would snitch breast back onto him and make them shave any hair from neck to bottom like they were a lady.

END OF THE WARNING!

Once the Unsub was done they would make sure the victim was alive and just throw them somewhere far like in the woods or by an ocean.

The team and the other detectives were going back and forth throwing out ideas and scenarios to each other. Spencer noticed the lack of Y/n's voice in the conversation and turned to look for him.

Y/n was staring at one of the younger ftm victims with his eyes full of sadness and anger. Y/n hands were shaking and his legs were bouncing rapidly. What Spencer didn't suspect from Y/n that small tears was hitting the wooden table.

When Y/n noticed Spencer's concerned face staring at him he quickly wiped his tears and gave Spencer a reassuring smile. "What's his name?" Y/n as the group picking up the picture of the victim showing them. "Her name is---" One of the Texan detectives say until Y/n cuts him off by slamming his hand of the table.

"He. I asked for his name not the girl who didn't exist. "

The whole room gets quiet from never hearing Y/n sound so annoyed and serious.

"Oh uhm sorry. I mean his name is Ken Wayne. He was thirteen when attacked now hes fifteen. " The detective answers to Y/n with a look that he didn't mean too.

Y/n asks Hotch can they go talk to him and Hotch agrees and sends the whole team to his house only keeping J.J with him.

The team goes to Ken house which wasn't far from the station. Once they got there his mom opened the door to let the team inside. His mother leads yall through the house and to his room.

His mother knocks the door softly and opens it and mumbles a "Hes in here..."

Y/n was the first one inside the teenagers room and the rest of the agents followed right after.

Ken is on his phone until he sees figures going into his room wearing FBI jackets. "Okay it wasn't me." Ken blurts out with confusion in his voice. Derek chuckles and finds a place to sit. Spencer chooses to lean on the wall. As Y/n sits on the bed next to ken. Derek begins to ask questions about the unsub and what happened to him like "What do you remember about the unsub?" "What type of pain did you go through." And the last question seemed to irk Ken.

"You wouldn't know what I went through! ALL of you! Y'all can never feel the same way I feel! Yall all of the perfect bodies yall never had to live like someone like me! Trans going through bullying and dysphoria!"

Ken begins to rant about everything and all of the stress coming out and making him break down crying.

Ken gasped once Y/n brought him into the tightest hug ever. "Shhh... its okay. Its okay ken. You're such a strong man and a handsome one too in fact." Y/n praises rolls off his tongue while the young man cries into your shoulder.

Morgan and Reid stare at you in awe as you handle and calm the young man down. Once Ken stopped crying Y/n stepped out of the hug smiling at Ken. "Hey wanna know a secret Ken?" Y/n asks looking at the boy who nods wiping his eyes.

Y/n takes off his suit jacket and slips off his tie. "Hey this is only between me and you and the other baboons in this room" Y/n jokes shooting a playful wink at Spencer whose face became beat red. Emily and Derek see his red face and they smirk at each other. Y/n unbuttons his dress shirt revealing his bare chest that has surgery scars.

"Y-you're trans too!?!" Ken shouts in excitement and confusion. Y/n laughs at the young boy and nods. Ken raises his hands to touch the scar and looks at Y/n for permission. "Knock yourself out kid." The agent answers. After Ken asked Y/n about one million questions about his surgery and his transition the agents get ready to leave with all of the information they need. Y/n slides Ken his phone number and ruffles his hair. "Hopefully we can see each other in a better circumstance. Call me later son." Ken smiles bashfully at the nickname and gives Y/n a huge hug before Y/n and the team leaves the car.

Y/n puts his headphones on and listens to his music without hearing his team tease Spencer about his crush. "Soo~ nerd boy has a crush on the new guy!~" Emily sings laughing and pointing at him. While Derek is on the phone with Garcia "Baby girl guess what...Pretty boy has a crush on L/n!"

"MY SHIP IS GONNA SAIL SPENCER X Y/N!!" Penelope screams into the phone. To which J.J hears and says "Mr jock and the nerd getting together?"

Reid is all red covering his face begging the team to stop.

[specialagentlokitty]

Prentiss x male!reader - Christmas with family

HI! Please could I request a trans!male reader x Emily Prentiss fic! So I’m really not feeling very festive this year, and part of that is not having anywhere I feel that I belong, and I wondered if you’d mind writing a Christmas fic where the BAU finds out whilst on a case that the reader has spent the last few Christmases alone because his transphobic family cut him off when he came out. Of course the BAU (Season 4 team if possible please!) won’t let him spend this Christmas alone, & have fun with how they achieve that! Thanks in advance! - @the-imitation-blog 💜

Sitting in front of the woman in front of you, you placed a coffee cup down and offered her a warm smile.

“Thank you..” she whispered.

“You’re welcome, it’s cold and apparently this place sucks when it comes to heating.”

She smiled a little bit but it soon fell.

“I know you didn’t hurt anybody.” You said.

“You do? How can you tell?”

You leant back in the chair.

“Well, for starters you willingly came with me when I said that I needed to talk to you, you’ve had numerous times to run away give the chance, and you’re a very tidy person, whoever did this is messy and uncoordinated, and given your choice of a very cute llama sweater with those white jeans and white shoes, I’m going to say you’re very clean and coordinated.”

She smiled and nodded her head.

“Yeah, nothing works with a red jumper like white. If I’m not a suspect then why am I here..?”

“I have reason to believe you’re a potential next victim, so, for now I’d like to keep you here until my team are sure. Is that alright? If not you can go home and we’ll have officers at the door.”

“No! No, I’d rather say here.”

You carried on speaking to the woman in front of you, doing anything to try and distract her from the thought of somebody possibly being after her.

The hours slipped past and you watched as your team returned, watching Rossi and Hotch lead a man through hallway.

“We’ve got our unsub.” Derek said.

You smiled at her.

“Are you ready to go home?”

“Actually… can I stay here…?”

You glanced to the rest of your team who shrugged slightly.

“Sure, is there a reason why?”

“My family are coming over… we don’t really get along and if they see I’m not home they’ll go..”

“You’d rather spend Christmas alone then spend it with family?” JJ asked.

“Trust me, if you knew them you’d understand.”

“I personally don’t see anything wrong with spending Christmas alone, you can sleep, eat whatever you want, watch whatever you want.” You said.

“Really?” Rossi asked.

“Yeah, it’s not for everyone. But, for now I’m going to find something to eat.”

You got up and wondered away to one of the cars, heading around the town to find a good takeout.

Finding a pizza place, you got a few and made your way back to the station.

The woman had left, and you sat down at the table, setting the boxes down only leaving one in front of you so you could eat from it.

“So, what are your Christmas plans?” Emily asked.

You glanced up.

“I’m going to get a great bottle of whiskey, get some Indian from that place down the street from me and then play a few games I think.”

“Really?” Hotch asked.

You grinned a little bit.

“Yeah, it’s what I do every year, it’s pretty fun.”

“What about your family?” Reid asked.

You shrugged a little bit.

“What about them? They don’t want anything to do with me and I want nothing to with them, all there is to it.”

You stood up, grabbing your keys and bag and left, making your way back to the hotel.

That made it clear to them that you didn’t want to take part in the conversation that they were having, and they decided not to push it any further.

But it plagued Emily’s mind, she often spent Christmas by herself, it was pretty normal for her, but she always thought that you went somewhere.

You never responded to any calls or texts, you always seemed pretty happy and content.

As Christmas dawned closer, it kept bothering her, and finally she rounded everybody but you into the conference room, determined to do something about it.

It was now Christmas Eve, and you were walking around your apartment in a pair of sweatpants, a very oversized sweater and a takeout menu in your hands.

You went to sit down but stopped when you heard the banging in your door.

“Yeah! Yeah! I’m coming cool it!”

Walking over, you saw Emily stood there with a little grin on her face, and she held up a few bags.

“You got whiskey?”

“You bet, got some other stuff too.”

You let her in, closing the door again and she walked into the living room, setting the bags down.

“So, what crap we got?” You asked.

Emily tossed her jacket on the back of your couch and watched as you went through the bags, pulling out some simple decorations.

“Seriously?”

“Hey if I’ve got them up, you need them up.”

You laughed and she grinned.

She left while you were separating the decorations and came back with two glasses, pouring you both a drink.

“Can we watch some films before making it look like Christmas threw up in here?”

“Sure, I’m staying anyway.”

“Do I get a say?”

“Nope.”

You smiled a little at her.

The pair of you watched a few films, then began putting up the lights and tinsel, and while you were doing that, she began decorating the few houseplants you had around the room.

“Why do you spend Christmas alone?”

“Transphobic parents.”

Emily stopped, glancing at you.

“Screw them.”

You laughed a little at her, nodding your head in agreement.

For the whole night you just watched films, played some games until you eventually fell asleep.

When you woke up you could smell food and heard talking, and you woke up to a full living room, your whole team and their families laughing and chatting away.

“(Y/N)!”

You smiled, catching the boy who jumped at you.

“Hey Jack, what’s up? Why’re you here?”

“To celebrate Christmas with you!”

You looked at everybody who beamed brightly at you, then Emily who was smiling a little from the corner of the room.

Of course she would put something like this together, but it was nice to see your whole team there, your family

[albinowolf16504]

Our Boy ~ Reid, Morgan, Aaron, X trans!male!Reader

Summery: you got top surgery done while your lover boys were on a mission. when they return to find you at home recovering. they end up pampering you for a bit before falling asleep together.

Warning: poly relations, top surgery recovery, homosexuality.

you're in your bathroom at 3am crying the thoughts you tried so hard to get rid of returning with force. your found yourself on the bathroom floor in only your sweatpants, your torso bare your old and new scars on your arms on display, only adding fuel to your worsening thoughts.

you should have killed yourself when you had the chance

your only a burden to everyone

you boyfriends don't love you they pity you

the thought becomes louder and more frequent you try to drown it out with loud music, but no luck. you try to think of a way to help but only come to one conclusion. cutting. crawling toward your sink, you open a drawer and pull out an old small 'necklace' case. opening it you see the multitude of blades. grabbing one you take your place back against the wall next to the speaker.

'your a pussy you wouldn't cut'

'your too weak to cut'

'your a pathetic excuse for a man'

slowly you drag the blade across your forearm drawing a line of red with your silver blade over the old white lines and the other scabbed red lines. you get 6 cuts in blood running down your arm to your fingers then dripping down onto the floor. leaning your head against the wall behind you, you let out a sigh of your thought seeping away with the blood. After sitting for ten minutes in the silence on your head you stand putting the blade back into the case then back into the drawer. pulling out some gauze and bandage wrap you wash your forearm wincing slightly as the sting of the water hits the fresh wounds. Once the bloods gone you place the gauze and wrap your arms. Sleepiness quickly seeps its way into your body and you turn off your music, clean up the blood on the floor then lay in your bed covering yourself in the blankets trying to get some sleep before work tomorrow.

— – – – – – – – – – – – – – 

As you wake up you can feel the throbs starting to come from your angry forearms. You sit up, turn off your alarm cursing as the movement cracks open some of the new scabs. You swing your feet over the edge of the huge bed so they can rest on the cold floor. After rubbing your eyes and stretching you grab clothes and head to the bathroom. Your thoughts were still silent from your breakdown a couple hours earlier so you were fine in the shower only winching as you washed over your new cuts. After you shower you wrap your arms in new clean gauze and bandages then throw on your black hoodie and cargo jeans. You made sure to grab one of Aaron's hoodies as it was 2 sizes too big so you knew it would hide the bandages well. Leaving the bead room you walked to your door and put on your military boots, grabbed your keys, and helmet then left the gloomy apartment. 

– – – — – – – – – – –

You pulled up to the BAU office turning off you loud bike and getting off. You quickly made your way into the office and took the elevator up. Once the ding for your floor was sounded you stepped out into the floor automatically being spotted by your other boyfriend Reid who was waiting for you with a cup of coffee.

“You make him wait for you! Your so lazy”

You shoved the thought to the back of your mind accepting the cup from your boyfriend's hand. You started walking toward your desk Reid going on about some random subject. You didn't hear much of it, making a b-line to your desk only to stop and give Derek a quick kiss on the head as you pass by. As you sat at your desk Reid made a spot for him on the counter behind you. 

“y/n.” Reid said from behind you, breaking the sleepy fog that was surrounding you head.

“Yeah . sorry still a little tired” you replied with a fake smile plastered on your face. Reid didn't look convinced.

“I asked if you're ok.” Reid repeated. You just nodded and replied with the ‘im fine’. You didn't hear a reply from Reid but you guessed that he may have just nodded his head, but you couldn't tell you were already starting on the pile of paperwork on your desk.

‘Look at you making them worry. You're such a burden.’ 

Reid left you to your work and you continued to keep your thoughts at bay. Aaron had come out of his office after about an hour of you arriving. Walking up to you he kissed you on the head and then walked over to Reid and morgan. After about 10 minutes Aaron clapped his hands together getting the team's attention.

“Let's take the rest of the day off guys.” There were happy cheers from everyone on the team. You close the report you were currently working on and grab your helmet from under your desk. Everyone was huddled together talking about a night out. You started to walk past them when Morgan caught your arm in his hand gently. You winced slightly but quickly covered it up hoping he didn't tell. 

“We’re all going to the bar you should join.” he said, letting go of my arm.

“No i'm alright ill just spoil the fun. You guys have fun though.” you smiled and headed to the elevator. Once the door closed your thoughts flooded in.

‘So pathetic they had to invite you because they feel bad’

‘You couldn't even finish your work.’

‘Lazy bitch’

You reach the parking lot, put your helmet on and get on your bike and speed home.

Once your home and your thoughts start up again and you again turn on music trying to drown out the thoughts but again fails and ends up sitting on your bathroom floor shirt off cutting again. After a bunch of new cuts you look down and you know you went too far because you slowly start to drift into blackness. The last thing you hear before you blackout is his boyfriend's Reid, Morgen, and Aaron barge into the bathroom. 

After a while you wake up on your couch, your arms wrapped tightly in bandages and sleeping on Morgan's body. Morgan's arm wrapped around you protectively. Aaron and Reid are on the floor next to each other talking about you, saddened by the fact they couldn't tell you  are  in pain and that you felt you couldn't talk to them. They couldn't tell you were awake yet so you just tried to cuddle closer to morgen.

“Afternoon Moonlight.” Morgan said, rubbing a hand up and down my back. You let out a groan, getting a half hearted chuckle from the men in the room. A Crushing feeling of shame and guilt hits you and you start to cry slightly, your face hidden in Morgan's chest. 

‘YOU BURDEN!’ your thoughts yell out. You cry slightly harder than Morgan hugging you closer sitting up with you on his lap. Aaron and Reid come in to hug you as well. Whispering sweet things in your ear. Somehow their sweet whispers slice up the thoughts and get rid of them.your crying stops but they don't move for a while. Then Morgan hands you to Aaron as if you weighed nothithing. Morgan got up and left somewhere but Aaron and Reid stayed next to you. Once your tears stopped you sat up. You couldn't make eye contact with any of them so  you just started to play with Aarons tie. Morgan returned with 4 mugs of hot chocolate, placing them on the coffee table in front. Morgan sat down and opened his arm beckoning you to him. You got up from Aarons lap and walked over sitting in Morgan's lap. Talking one of the mugs you took a sip, Aaron and Reid took places by the table and after some silence Reid was the first to speak.

“Baby why didn't you say something?” he looked down at his hands Aaron quickly grabbing one and holding on to it. You continued to look down.

“I don't want to be more of a burden you you guys.” you mumbled.

“You are not a burden to moonlight.” Morgan said, planting a kiss on the top of your head then wrapped his arms around your stomach hugging you close to him.

“He's the right little wolf. You're not a burden. You're a strong man who can take a lot but asking for help or even just having someone to listen to doesn't make you a burden.” Aaron said Morgan's fingers found their way under your chin and he gently lifted your head to face him directly.

“Moonlight. What's going on?” Morgan asked. After some more silence you spoke.

“Sometimes…... .sometimes it just get loud. My thoughts get loud. I used to be able to drown them out with music but they've become louder. I couldn't find a way to stop them until….until i used my cutting. Again.” They were all silent.

“There is a 34% higher rating in autistic males self harming compared to non autistic males.” Reid said.

“Well how about we try to help you.” Aaron said “what if we make a list of things you can do instead of harming yourself? How does that sound, little wolf?” Aaron reached out, taking your hand. You nodded and for the next 20 minutes you and your boyfriends made a list of things to do for when you feel the need to harm yourself. The first one was calling them then there was stuff like, rolling up in a blanket,reading, sleeping, rubber band, writing the thought etc. after that was done you were passed over to Reid so that Aaron and morgan can make dinner for the 4 of you. The rest of the night was filled with cuddles, games, kisses, and more fun.

[x-reader-theater]

Could I request the bau team with a trans male reader :)

They get called out to investigate a string of murders, and the reader witnessed one of them, but is afraid to come forward because he had been out on a date with one of the (male) victims? Small town, old beliefs, that stuff, reader is already probably disliked by most people

Not romantic, more of fluff/angst? Sorry if it's really specific, but the idea randomly came to me ^^

Feel free to change up stuff lol

I hope this okay. I know it's short but I haven't been feeling good and I wanted a good cop unsub fic loll. Edited by @mystic-writes

Warnings: Misgendering/the BAU being given false information, Deadnaming. 

Gif by @tobias-hankel

You open the door to your apartment and are greeted by an older, greying man and a tall black man standing in front of you. They have badges out that say “FBI” on them. 

"Hello. My name is Agent Rossi and this is Agent Morgan. We wanted to ask Miss [L/N] a couple of questions. Is she in?" 

You feel your cheeks heat up as he says this and you go to respond, but deputy Harlowe, one of the only four cops in town, says loudly, "Uh, that is [D/N]."

You feel your cheeks heat up even more and you feel your pleasant smile drop from your face. You feel incredibly uncomfortable right now. "Uh, my-my name is [Y/N]. I-I'm a boy," you all but whisper. 

Agent Morgan whirls around at Detective Harlowe, a fit, blonde haired, blue-eyed man, and Agent Morgan has to be held back by Agent Rossi, as he says, "I think you should go sit in the car, detective." When the detective goes to argue, Agent Morgan just says, through gritted teeth, "Now." 

The detective nods slowly and turns around, walking to the undercover vehicle that the town should not have access to. The mayor liked to put all the town's money into the police, despite the fact that there hasn't been any major crimes for 186 years, until last week. The schools were dilapidated and didn't even have access to computers, and most of the books in the library were 80 years out of date. Most books were also banned, so when seniors start applying to colleges and leaving, they find themselves wholly unequipped to deal with the world.

You feel your face flush deeper, if at all possible, and you smile gratefully at Agent Morgan. 

"So, Mr. [F/N]. Can we come in?" Agent Rossi asks. 

You nod and open the door. You may not like cops, but you like these feds. 

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You're shaking when you get pulled into the station, an arm thrown around your shoulders. You clutch the FBI jacket close to you, and you try to form words but you just can't, too shocked to do so. 

One of the cops tries to come up to you, but Agent Morgan waves her off, continuing to drag you through the station. Eventually, you're pulled into a back room, the only other room in the station besides the chief's office, and you're sat down on a shitty green couch. 

"What happened?" a dark haired man asks Agent Morgan.  

"He was shot in his apartment. We were able to return fire, but no one was injured, including the unsub, and we couldn't see a face," Agent Morgan describes. 

You see something being pushed into your vision, and when you look, Agent Rossi is holding a paper cup out to you. You smile ever so slightly and take it. 

You go to take a sip, but you catch sight of something, and your fingers slip, causing the cup to fall to the floor. You pull your feet up to your chest and cover your head with your hands. 

"No," you whisper pathetically. "Please, not again."

"What is it?" someone says next to you. He's young, like you, with long auburn hair and a concerned look on his face when you look up. 

"He-" you try to say, but your eyes meet the man's on the other side of the glass and you whimper again. "He's the one who-who shot at me," you whisper and point. 

Immediately three of the agents rush out of the room and you begin to cry. The man in front of you pulls you into his arms and you cry on his shoulder as the FBI goes to arrest the chief of police in your little backwater town. 

[checked-windows]

IN SERVICE

Aaron Hotchner x trans male reader

Warnings: references to addiction.

Jack had told his dad about his new friend 'Nero' and kept going on about him and his dad who was also 'so cool'. Aaron Hotchner had listened intently nodding when he felt like it was needed.

A few days later Jack was telling him. About how Nero had knocked him over and he'd scraped his knees. Aaron had been worried at the bandage that was wrapped around his sons knee. It had been Nero's dad who had patched him up and scolded the other boy.

Another week past and Aaron was taking Jack to the park for a team day out to enjoy the sun and a rare day off. They were all sat on a blanket watching the kids run about with a ball when a speeding mass of grey collided with Jack and had him pined to the grass. Aaron was on his feet in seconds panic rising in his chest making him feel sick.

"NERO!" a voice called from the side and a man was hauling the mass off of his son by its collar "Do you ever listen? You okay kiddo?"

"I'm fine Mr (l/n) ! Hello Nero!" Jack answered petting the large dog.

"Nero, apologise to Jack" you ordered and the dog licked Aaron's sons face. Jack was giggling and you finally released the dogs collar, smoothing down the fur "Run away again and your going to live on a farm"

Aaron was standing in mild shock when you turned to him with a sheepish smile.

"I'm so sorry about him. He seems to have taken a liken to Jack" the man said rubbing the back of his neck.

"It's OK. I think I got a fright" Aaron responded "Aaron Hotchner, you must be Nero's dad then"

"That's me! (y/n) (l/n)" you answered and Aaron finally took you in fully. What he had originally thought was a strange shirt turned out to skin, littered with tattoos of all sorts, down your arms and across your stomach and chest. A shirt was tucked into the waistband of grey shorts. But it was two faint scars across your chest that drew Aaron's attention. He quickly snapped his eyes back up to meet yours and a small smile.

The dog was sniffing at Aaron's pants and you huffed a laugh.

"Maybe it's just Hotchner's he likes so much" you pointed out. Aaron reached out to let the dog sniff his hand and stroked over his head softly.

"What breed is he?" Aaron found himself asking.

"Tamaskan" you answered "They are bred specifically to look like wolves but honestly he's just a big softy"

Aaron seemed to remember that he was with the team and froze for a second.

"I'm going to get him home. It's hot out and he's gonna need a nap, you should get back to your team. Tell Jessica I say hi"

"Yeah I will do" Aaron said and you beconed the dog to follow, waving to Jack as he led the Nero away. Aaron turned back to the team who were pretty much leering at him at this point. He huffed at them with a glare that had no real heat behind it. Aaron began taking Jack to the park more to even catch a glimpse of you but fate never seemed to be on his side. A large part of him wished he had given you his card or something to contact him on. The agent eventually just excepted that he would most likely never cross paths again.

Emily Prentiss stepped into the tattoo parlour slowly a familiar dog catching her eye as she moved to the front desk. This would be the eighth shop that she had tried, the rest were either booked up or refused to do the work.

"I'm just going to send you straight through. We should be able to sort you out" the receptionist stated shoving things in her bag. Emily followed her gesture into the main part of the shop, the dog nudged her hip and lead her towards the man sitting on a swivel chair. You hair had been dyed an electric blue but when you looked up she knew your face, even only from a brief view. You breifly recognised her.

"How may I be of help?" you asked with a smile, Nero sided up next to you and you buried a hand into thick fur.

"I want to get a tattoo, over a brand" she said and you nodded. This was the 8th time she'd had this conversation and expected you to shut her down.

"Cool. How big of a brand are we talking?" you asked "And depending on the scarring it will most likely have to be greyscale but I can add a pop of colour if you wish"

Emily's eyes widened a bit and her shoulders slumped with relief.

"Are you OK?" you asked going to reach out but changed your mind before making contact.

"I was expecting you to tell me that it wasn't possible. That's what everyone else has said" she said. Nero rested his head on her thigh, she hummed stroking his head.

"I find tattooists in the area are a bit iffy about tattooing over scar tissue. I am too but I'm sure I can work it out for you" you said "How big are we talking roughly? And where is it?"

"I'll just show you" she said shucking off her blazer and unbuttoning her blouse to show the brand on her chest. You winced slightly before scooting closer and tilting your head to get a better look.

"Do you mind if I touch it?" you asked and got a nod in return. You pulled on a black latex glove, and gently touched the brand, poking at the skin "Is this painful at all?"

"No, I can't feel much there anymore. I think the nerves were burned" she answered and you put a bit more pressure on it to see if she flinched away but she sat still and you nodded.

"Oh I'll be able to tattoo over this easily" you said pulling the glove off and throwing it in the trash "What do you think you'd want to cover it with?"

"I was thinking a bird or something" she answered quietly.

"A bird? I can do that gimme like 30 minutes to draw something up for you and you can tell me what you think." you said spinning the chair away from her to grab a notepad and pencil "Also I'll need your full name and some form of ID to photocopy. For our records"

"Are my credentials OK?" she asked and with you nod pulled them out of her pocket.

"Thank you" you said and peeked in the leather holder "Emily Prentiss"

You moved away to copy her details before coming back and handing it to her.

"I strongly recommend going to get something to eat while I'm getting this sorted for you. I wouldn't want to phone Mr Hotchner to say one of his agents has passed out in my studio" you were smiling and Emily followed the order. Going to the cafe around the corner sending a text to the team group chat.

E PRENTISS: I found out where Hotch's eyecandy works.

P GARCEA: ohhhhh! Where!?

A HOTCHNER: Not my eye candy.

E PRENTISS: Lucifers tattoos. He's dyed his hair blue.

D MORGAN: I was thinking about getting a new tattoo.

P GARCEA: very interesting indeed :)

Emily laughed at her phone and realised her 30 minutes were up and headed back to the studio where Nero met her at the door and lead her back to his human who was finishing wrapping the chair. You looked up and laughed.

"Clearly he likes you, Mr chauffeur" you laughed and the dog bounced away to his bed in the corner.

"He's very well trained" she pointed out sitting down when you patted the padded chair.

"Only when he's wearing his vest. When he's not he knows he can misbehave cause he's not working" you said and sat on the swivel chair again holding something that looked an awful lot like a hospital gown out to her. "Nero is a service dog. He helps me with daily tasks like remembering to eat as well as being out in public spaces. He's also very good as noticing the signs of a relapse"

Emily shot you a look while he was flattening the stencil over the brand on her chest trying to keep your hands as gentle as possible.

"How's that for you?" you asked.

"That's perfect, it covers it amazingly" she said and got a grateful smile in return, you spun around and pulled out a fresh pair of black gloves from the box and started the needle.

"You good? Needing anything before we start?" you asked.

"Yeah and no I'm good" she answered. And you started the tattoo, she could see your chest moving when you breathed and moved hair from your forehead with an arm.

"I can hear the cogs turning in your head. Ask the question that's bugging you" you said keeping your head down

"You were an addict?" it left her mouth with far less tact than what she would have wanted.

"Yep. Nothing too hard but enough that I couldn't function as a 'normal' person, I couldn't hold a job this studio saved me" you said and wiped the ink gently "Nero keeps me functioning and safe"

"Well I'm glad your better now" she said and you smiled.

"Cravings come and go but I'll be fine. Oh if you find yourself talking your team don't mention this to them, Nero likes Jack" you said and laughed. The conversation lulled and the sound of the needle filled the room.

"Do you want to take a break?" you asked and got a nod in return "Can I get you a drink?"

"No, no it's OK" she answered. You removed the gloves and throwing them away before stretching out your legs and grabbing a bottle of something green out of a mini fridge. Nero whined loudly and you laughed.

"I'll be back in 5. He needs to pee" you said tapping you thigh so that the dog followed him. Emily noticed the badges pinned to the dogs vest, each clearly outlining the position of service animal and 'do not touch'. You wandered out a door and were away for close to 10 minutes before coming back you looking at the dog with a scowl.

"I cannot believe you did that. Pissing on a car. You're better than that" you huffed before sitting back on your chair and putting a fresh set of gloves on. "Ready?"

"Yeah. I think so" she answered.

"We can stop here and continue another day" you offered leaning back slightly.

"If I don't finish it today, I never will" she responded and you shrugged before putting the needle back to her skin. An hour and a half past before you were putting the needle down and cleaning her skin gently.

"All done" you said "You wanna see it?"

"Please" she breathed and you pulled a hand mirror off the tray next to you holding it so she could see. "It's beautiful thank you"

You smiled and let her keep looking while you tapped a tablet before handed it to her and she looked at the price.

"$200?" she asked eyes widening. You nodded slowly "Surely it's more than that"

"We have a deal on. Half price for cover ups on hateful or hurtful tattoos. I know the brand isn't a tattoo but I'm sure it's definitely hurtful, especially to the wearer" you said before directing her how to pay. Emily tried not to cry as joy filled her heart. She tapped the tip button and typed in $100, paying and handing the tablet back to him. You didn't notice to begin with until you did and smiled softly at her.

"Thank you" you said and put the tablet down "Try not to put a lot of pressure on it and if you need to put a vest on put some tissue over it in order to keep it happy"

She hugged you gently with another 'Thank you' before leaving the studio.

You were suprised when more FBI agents flooded the studio one after another, sometimes weeks apart. You didn't mind in all honesty, they were all lovely people and learning about them was an interesting endeavour , Derek Morgan had a son but loved his job equally, Jennifer Jaraue wasn't too sure of her own sexuality but had two sons to worry about, Penelope Garcia tried to see the good in everyone and everything but had definitely seen too much in her life, David Rossi (hadn't gotten a tattoo) but had spoken to you for a solid two hours about your' life and how you were doing a nice thing for his team and Spencer Reid had come in to get a constellation over scars on the crook of his elbow and told you the story behind them. You had felt something snap in your heart for the doctor once he had told you about Hankel, Spencer had been forced into addiction, you had not, you had chosen it.

More time past before you bumped into Aaron again, and by bumped we meant Nero had threw himself full force at the FBI agent bowling him over. You knew immediately who it was even before the man's shout of indignation reached your ears and raced after the dog screaming his name.

"Nero! I see you pup" Aaron laughed ruffling the dogs fur. You stopped next to them and hauled the dog off panting for air.

"I swear he just loves you and Jack" you huffed and helped the man to his feet. The man laughed and shook his head.

"I wanted to give you this" he said handing a small card over "It's got my number on it"

"Thank you" you said taking the card and smiling at it before shoving in your pocket. You didn't know if calling him was a good idea but it didn't need to happen because you bumped into him first, full on face into his chest.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry" you rushed before even noticing who he was, it was the laugh that made it through the panic "Oh Agent Hotchner. Hello. I'm sorry"

"It's alright" he steadied you with a half smile. "However while I have you in front of me I was wondering if you might want to go on a date with me?" Aaron asked "Dinner or drinks or I don't know something"

"Can Nero come?" you asked raising an eyebrow. Aaron laughed and nodded. Nero sniffed the bottom of Aaron's pants again and their hands brushed slightly.

"Listen, I'm not suggesting that we-" Aaron started but you were moving close to him grabbing the lapels of his jacket and hauling your bodies together, leaning up to press your lips together.

"I've been wanting to do that for a while" you said a blush rising up your neck. Aaron cupped your jaw and pulled you towards him bringing lips back together, tattooed fingers gripping his suit jacket.

"So was that a yes?" Aaron asked breathless. You laughed stepping back to pick up Nero's leash.

"Yeah. It is" you answered your other hand coming up to brush your lips.

[fly-flower-fanfics]

Hi! I absolutely love your writing shdjdh

could I request a Spencer Reid x trans male reader who finds out he’s able to get bottom surgery on the plane ride back from a case and nearly cries out of happiness? 👉👈

Akdksjs thank you!! I love this; it’s so wholesome. I don’t know much about like, doctor’s calls and such. I’ve never had to have such a big operation like this before, and I haven’t gotten to start my own transitioning. Just bear with it if it’s a little wonky, please.

In Due Time

Spencer Reid x Trans Male Reader

Warnings: Mentions of surgery and sex

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It was late when the plane took off. We would get back to Quantico around noon, but it was about 3 in the morning where we were.

Everyone was relaxing after a case closed and a job well done. It was a rewarding job, but a stressful one. Hotch was writing, probably a report, and Spencer was reading a book. The rest of the team was asleep in various positions and areas of the plane.

I sighed, wrapping my blanket around my shoulders and body tighter. I glanced at Spencer again, admiring the way he leaned his cheek against his hand to read. I was in love with him, and I was incredibly lucky to have him as my boyfriend.

He had done so much for me in the time we had known each other. I started working at the BAU shortly after recovering from top surgery. I didn’t want to make it a huge deal or issue — I was also afraid of what they’d say — so I didn’t say anything about it for a long time. Yet when I had come to the realization that I liked men, Spencer was the first to realize and understand. He told me his experience about how he realized that he was bisexual. Every problem I had, I went to him. He was understanding and gentle with me the whole time.

Eventually, I came out to Spencer as trans. I was extremely nervous and scared, but he was so happy for me. He told me he was proud of me for being able to accept myself when most people probably wouldn’t. I remember how much I cried knowing that my best friend accepted me as I was. As a man. As Y/N.

I think that was the day I fell in love with him or at least realized that I had.

I kept quiet about it for a while until Penelope had caught on. She quickly told Derek, who then was quick to tease me about it. I didn’t mind, however. Spencer didn’t understand a lot of the jokes Derek would make.

It had been about two years before I was able to confess my feelings to him, which, thankfully, he returned. Our relationship had started shortly after.

Spencer was okay without sex for a long time in our relationship. We both decided that it wasn’t super important for us to have sex. There were times we had make out sessions, and a few of those lead to me pleasing Spencer, but I’d never allow him to do it back to me.

It was about a year and a half into our relationship that he finally had asked why. I told him that I hadn’t been able to get bottom surgery yet because I didn’t have the money, and I didn’t really like being touched there because of the dysphoria it gave me. I also admitted that I was afraid he wouldn’t love me because I didn’t have the parts that I wanted. He assured me that he was okay with whatever parts I did had, but completely understood if I didn’t want to be touched until I got the surgery.

Ever since I told him, Spencer had been putting some money away for my surgery as well. I told him that he didn’t have to, but he wasn’t having any of it. He told me that he was happy to help pay for it if it would improve my feelings toward myself. I couldn’t deny it, and I couldn’t deny him, so the two of us kept saving up for my surgery.

It felt like a hundred years, but after checking the account we made specifically for my surgery funds, we had enough money. I sat there, stunned for a moment before running to tell Spencer. He was in the shower when I told him. I had ripped the shower curtain open and got in the shower with him, hugging him tightly, and telling him that we made it. He held me back, just as happy as I was.

I, obviously, had to talk to Hotch at this point. I told him that I didn’t have set surgery date, but I’d need time off for the surgery and for recovery. He was silent before nodding and giving me his rare smile, telling me he was happy for me and that the time off was granted, regardless of when it was.

Spencer looked up from his book, catching my eyes. He smiled at me, which caused me to blush. I always was embarrassed when he caught me staring, but it was expected after us being together for a couple years. I was still just as in love with him as I was when I had first told him. Maybe even more.

He looked back down at his book, and I resituated myself once more. I pulled my headphones from the pocket of my jacket and plugging them into my phone before bundling the jacket up and using it as a pillow. The music was soft and gentle to help me relax and sleep a bit easier.

My heart skipped a beat when my music suddenly shut off, and my ringtone began blasting in my ears. I answered after taking a calming breath. Well, at least I wasn’t as tired anymore.

“Hello?” I answered, trying to keep my voice low so I didn’t wake the others.

“Y/N L/N?”

My heart jumped as I recognized the voice. “Speaking.”

“Hi, hello. This is Dr. Monroe. I just wanted to call and let you know that you’ve been approved for your surgery. We have scheduled you for the twenty-sixth at eight a.m. Does that work for you?”

I wanted to scream out of pure joy. It didn’t matter what day or time it was; I was going to be there. I collected myself to answer calmly. “Yes, of course.”

“Okay. Wonderful. We’ll send you an email reminder and a list of things you need to do before your surgery.”

“Thank you for letting me know.”

“Of course. See you then.”

“Goodbye.”

The call ended, and I stared at my phone screen. The music started back up in my ears, but I barely even noticed.

I did it. I got in. I have an appointment. I’m going to get my surgery. I’m getting my surgery.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and looked over. Spencer was sitting beside me, concern pulling his eyebrows together. I took the headphones out of my ears as he brought his hand to my cheek. I didn’t realize I was crying until he brushed some tears away.

“What’s wrong, my love?” he asked.

I choked back a sob, gripping his wrist and holding his hand against my face. “I got an appointment, Spence.”

That was all I needed to say. Spencer’s face erupted into joy, pulling me into his lap, and hugging me tightly. I held him back just as tight, hiding my face in the side of his neck.

“I got an appointment. I have an appointment. I got in. I got in,” I kept mumbling between breaths.

“I’m so happy for you, Y/N. Do you want to go tell Hotch? We can start planning for your time off,” Spencer said after I calmed a little bit.

I pulled back and sniffled, a wide smile on my face, and I nodded.

As I stood and looked in Hotch’s direction, I already saw a small smile on his face as he continued writing. He knew, I was sure of it, but I wanted to say it. To say it aloud and confirm it to someone else.

I had gotten my appointment.

[bisexualwannabewriter]

Masterlist

!!! Back in business, baby !!!

 I made an updated list of all the characters I can write for, check it out here !!!

Criminal Minds :

“This is killing me” - Spencer Reid x female reader. 19 chapters. Bestfriends to lovers, slow burn.

You’re working for the BAU with Doctor Spencer Reid, who also happens to be your bestfriend in the entire world. Over the last couple of month though, things have changed between the two of you. Or are you just finally opening your eyes and realising that you’ve always been in love with him ?

TW : Swearing, violence, death, psychological, physical and sexual abuse, working on difficult cases, drug use, alcohol, mental illness, guns, sexual content. But fear not, it’s also filled with fluff and wholesome scenes !

House of the Dragon :

“The Great War” - Aemond Targaryen x female reader, numbers of chapters TBD for now, ongoing series. Friends to lovers to strangers... to enemies ?

“A man like Aemond Targaryen would never fall in love. There was no place in his mind for such futilities. Because he was a man of the mind, not of the heart. People even said of him that he had the blackest of hearts. But Aemond Targaryen wasn't always a man. A prideful, vengeful and cynical man. No, Aemond One-Eye was once a young boy.”

The Sandman :

 Request - Dream x gender neutral reader : You're a dream who escaped from the Dreaming after Morpheus's disappearance. But you're not any dream... you used to be the Dream Lord's lover.

“In the Night” - Morpheus x pansexual female reader. Number of Chapters TBD, First Chapter out. Morpheus has finally escaped from his century long captivity. But what does this have to do with you, y/n, a young woman with no family, and no recollection of her past whatsoever ? You’ll soon discover you’re much more then you ever thought you were, and your fate is narrowly intertwined with the Dream Lord...

Preacher :

Proinsias Cassidy request x trans male reader. It’s just really fluffy and cuddly ! “I was a dead man before I met you, y/n. I couldn’t remember what being alive felt like. Now I do.” 

TW : Transitioning as a trans man, self-hatred for Cass, mentions of his complicated past, swearing.

MCU :

Unfinished series based on a request : “Thanks for reminding me I have a heart” - Bucky Barnes x female reader. Lovers to enemies, enemies to lovers ? Number of chapters tbd, not sure if I’ll ever finish this one, sorry.

You were a spy working with the Flag Smashers, trying to undermine Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson’s efforts from the inside. But what started as a simple mission, turned into something much more complicated when feelings got involved...

TW : angst, betrayal, lying, manipulation, swearing, trauma... I’ll keep updating this as I’m still writing this series.(this series is on hold for the moment)

Bucky Barnes request x female reader, who escaped the Red Room thanks to Natasha Romanov. NSFW, smut, and some fluff. “ Use me all you want y/n... Whatever it is, I’m here, I’m yours. Can’t you see how desperate I am ? Use all of me as you please.”

TW : mentions of a violent past, death, mental health issues, unprotected sex, swearing

Peter Parker request x non-binary reader. His identity is still a secret to the world. You share a sweet wholesome moment with him. This one is pretty adorable and has a bittersweet tone to it. “ I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again. You’re safe with me.”

TW : being misgendered, mentions of violence, cruelty and death.

The Vampire Diaries :

Kai Parker request x trans female reader. You’re part of the Mystic Falls Gang and you can’t help but feel attracted to the one guy you’re not supposed to be attracted to : Kai. Fucking. Parker. Pretty wholesome, lots of sexual tension, coming out as trans. “Jesus… that dress is something. Why do I get the sick feeling you’re not wearing anything under it ?”

TW : mentions of transmisogyny, discrimination, harassment, violence.

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

21st Birthday (Hotch x Trans male reader)

Warnings: talks about feelings about being trans, misgendering (reader misgenders himself), deadnaming (again by the reader)

Hotch is very supportive of you, don't worry, he is a gem in this

"What's wrong?" Hotch asks as you slowly make your way into his office.

"I just... need someone to talk to..." He motions for you to sit down and you do. "It's just, it's my birthday tomorrow," Hotch nods, "And don't get me wrong, birthday's are great but... I feel guilty."

Hotch furrows his eyebrows, "Why do you feel guilty?"

"Because (D/N) didn't make it this far, you know? She didn't make it to seventeen. She didn't make it to her eighteenth birthday, or nineteenth, twentieth. And now her twenty-first. And I'm here and I know we're the same person but it feels like I've killed her." You swallow heavily and force yourself to take a deep breath. You weren't going to cry, not here in front of Hotch. "When I came out, I had so many people tell me that it was like she had died and here I was, in her place. And it made me feel like I could never live up to what I once what, what they thought I was. And now here I am and she's gone."

"No, no," Hotch shook his head, "I can understand why you feel like that - especially if that's something you've been told before - but that's not how it is at all. You're the same person, you don't need to feel guilty because you are everything that she wanted to be."

You look up at Hotch for a brief second before your eyes dart back down. It was bad enough that Hotch now knew how you were feeling, you didn't want him to see you cry as well.

"And it's okay to have these feelings," He continues gently, "But you need to understand that you are everything she wanted to be." When he repeats the words again, you break. It's just a tear at first before you're sobbing into his chest.

[starch1ldz]

Spencer: wait, how did this happen? We're smarter than this.

Genius!BAU!y/n shaking his head: apparently, we are not.

[ralvezfanatic]

Luke x trans!reader but it's insanely sweet bc the reader is dysphoric but horny

Hoodie

Luke Alvez x Trans!Reader || FEM-ALIGNED DNI. you will be blocked

Reader wakes up dysphoric, and Luke can only see how hot his boyfriend is in his hoodie.

Warnings: Top dysphoria. Insecure and slightly shy reader. Oral sex, Reader receiving. First time writing oral so please forgive me. Masc terms used by Luke to refer to Readers genitalia. The use of cunt, folds, and entrance to describe readers genitalia in general.

Anon I'm sorry bc I think I mostly made Luke horny but I hope you still enjoy this 💀

also sorry bc the title is horrible. might change if i figure out what to call it.

Word Count: 2k

You woke up next to Luke, snuggled up right next to him. He went to bed in just his boxers, having stayed over as a last minute decision. You had gone to bed in just your boxers as well, but had an old loose fitting shirt for comfort.

Luke seemed so peaceful as he slept, the sun shone through the windows and hit his face just right. Your hand moved up to his chest as you admired him, just wanting to just climb over him and..

He's shirtless. It randomly hit you how he was shirtless. He could sleep shirtless. He could be shirtless whenever he wanted, and nobody would tell him to cover up.

Suddenly you felt a heavy weight on your chest. A wave of insecurity and dysphoria hit you, because your boyfriend was shirtless and you were not.

You silently cursed whoever created you for giving you breasts. And for creating you in general. The least they could have done was put you in the right body. You sigh as you rolled over, away from him and sat on the edge of the bed, getting up and immediately searching for your binder. You found it and quickly threw it on (struggled to get in it), and went to grab a hoodie. As you went to take your favorite hoodie you noticed the one Luke came in last night and snatched that instead. What's better than curing your dysphoria than with your boyfriends hoodie.

You went to the bathroom and turned on the faucet, grabbing your toothbrush and wetting it before putting on some toothpaste.

As you bent down to spit out into the sink, you felt a familiar pair of arms wrap around your waist, along with a familiar sleepy voice.

“Morning cariño.” Luke smiled, pulling you closer into him. “You look so good in my hoodie y’know..” He muttered as he nuzzled into your neck.

“Do not.” You replied, a small shiver running down your spine as he began kissing your neck. “Yes, you do baby. So damn good.” He said, his hands slowly making their way under your hoodie and shirt. “Luke! Stop. Please.” You jump, quickly pushing his hands off your waist and shrugging him off.

He quickly steps back, concerned he messed up. “Woah.. Sorry. Did I do something?” He asks, genuinely worried that he might have done something to upset you.

“No.. No. I'm sorry. I just.. I don't feel.. I'm..” You struggle to speak, not knowing what to tell him. You sigh, turn back to the sink to rinse your mouth and place the toothbrush down on the side. “I'm sorry Luke.. I just feel so.. I don't feel like a guy. Look at me!” You frown as you turn back to him.

“Do you see this?” You ask, your hands gesturing all over your body “This!! Especially this!” You cried out, you move your hands up to gestures to your chest.

“Amor, what's wrong with that? With any of that?” Luke steps closer once he realizes what's going on with you.

“Cariño, you're perfectly fine. Just because you have a bigger chest than some men doesn't mean you're not a man.” He cups your cheeks and makes you face him. “What caused all this insecurity this morning?” He asks, his thumb rubbing small circles on your cheek to comfort you.

“Nothing..” You mumbled out with a shrug, looking to the side, not wanting to admit you had gotten upset because he was shirtless.

Luke sighs and tilts his head to the side as he continues to look at you, a small frown on his face. “Nothing?” He asks, knowing that couldn't be true.

You look back at him and sigh, feelings bad for not wanting to tell him. “It was dumb..” You muttered, leaning forward and resting your head on his chest.

“You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but I'm sure it's not stupid. Let's just go get breakfast, alright?” Luke says, not wanting to pressure you into telling him, but also reassuring you that he'll listen.

Luke ends up cooking a quick breakfast for the both of you, and then you both end up on the couch cuddling afterwards. You rested at the end of the couch, Luke next to you, comfortably between your legs and head on your stomach.

He looks up at you, admiring your face, and everything about you, his hands already wrapped around you. You look down at him, chuckling at him, confused on why he was staring. “What are you looking at?” You ask, your hand running through his hair.

“Can't I appreciate my really hot boyfriend?” Luke chuckles as you mess with his hair. “Did I mention how amazing you look in my hoodie?” He asked, his hands sneaking under your shirt, slowly feeling your stomach. Cause, you do..” He added on, his voice low as he trailed his hands down slowly.

You chuckle, letting out a hum while his hands slowly explore your body, having calmed down enough to allow him to touch you now. “Hm.. I think you mentioned it, but I like hearing it.” You smirk, Luke shifting between your legs so he can sit up. You pull him close so he's on top of you and press a quick kiss to his lips. “Yeah?” He smiles, leaning down to kiss your jawline.

“Yeah, I do.” You laugh softly, lifting your head up to expose your neck to him, hinting at what you want. He quickly catches what you want and moves down your jawline, kissing down to your neck until he finds your favorite spot.

You let out a soft moan as he kisses you, your hands moving up to his shoulders, holding him close. Suddenly you push him up, and move to kiss him, wrapping your arms around him.

He quickly accepts your kisses, moving around on the couch until your sat on his lap. You deepen the kiss, slipping your tongue into his mouth, straddling his lap and cupping his face. His hands find their way to your waist and under your hoodie and shirt once again.

You start growing aroused as you both make out passionately and Luke holds you. You slowly start grinding on him while continuing to kiss him, moaning softly into the kiss as your hands grip his face harder.

Luke pulls away, breaking the kiss momentarily and looking up at you. Both your lips swollen and faces flushed, yours slightly more flushed from embarrassment. “M’sorry.. got kinda carried away.” You laugh nervously, looking away from him.

“Y/N.. can I suck you off? Please.. I need to taste you.” Luke says bluntly, his voice full of need. Your face somehow flushes deeper as you look back at him, flustered at how straightforward he was.

“Wha.. What!?” You ask, slightly bewildered at his question. This was the first time he had asked to give you oral, the both of you usually just had penetrative sex. "You want to.. eat me out?” You question him, finding the way he had asked a bit confusing.

“Uh.. yeah. Eat you out, suck you off. Whatever. Same thing.” He shrugs as if it was the most obvious thing ever. You swear you can feel your cheeks burn even hotter as he speaks. You felt speechless for a second, unable to believe how he just casually referred to your genitalia like that.

“Yeah.. yeah I'd want that. Please.” You finally responded, slowly making your way off his lap.

He grins and quickly makes his way off the couch to the floor. He kneels between your knees and takes a hold of your boxers waistband and looks up at you, not wasting any time. He hooks his finger on the band, and pulls your boxers down, the cool air hitting your skin. You lift your hips so he can pull them off completely, looking away from him completely embarrassed.

Luke holds your thighs, spreading slightly and leans forward to pepper them with kisses. Slowly he starts to move towards your inner thighs, his kisses hot on your skin. He moves his hands under your knees and pulls you closer to him while spreading your legs wider once again.

You whimper as you feel his mouth inch closer to your cunt. He places a last kiss on your inner thigh before finally taking a small lick through your folds. You let out a small moan and your hands move to his head, fingers running through his hair, pushing his head down slightly searching for pleasure.

“So impatient baby, hold on.” He chuckled as you pushed his head down, but continued his actions. He ran his tongue up your folds again, his stubble grazing you before finally pushing his tongue inside you. A loud moan slips past your lips as your hand grips his hair, the other falling to the couch as he eats you out. “Oh fuck Luke. That feels so good.” You moan out, your hips bucking up as your hand pushes his head down further.

Luke groans as you push his head down, loving the sounds that came out of you. He looked up at you, a smile clear in his eyes as he worked his tongue inside of you. He moved, his tongue running up to your clit as he began suck around the sensitive bundle of nerves. “You taste amazing cariño..” He muttered between your legs, his voice sending vibrations up your core. “Love sucking your dick sweetheart.. so good.” He added on, moving his hand up to your cunt. He teased your entrance with his fingers before pushing them in as his tongue flicks over your clit. “Luke!” You gasp out as you feel his fingers fill you, biting your lip to hold back your moans.

Luke looks up at you again only to see you trying to be quiet. “Don't hold back those sweet noises sweetheart.. Let me hear your moans baby.” He pulled away from you for a moment to speak before going back again.

The room slowly filled with your moans and the wet and erotic sounds of his mouth along with his fingers as he works his way to build your orgasm. You whine as he pumps his fingers in and out of you, his tongue licking up and down your folds. He switches from hard licks to softer ones, teasing your bud with the tip of his tongue.

“I'm close.. Please Luke.” You whine, your hands gripping his hair as your thighs slowly squeeze around him. He moans at the feeling of his head being squeezed by your thighs. He starts to go faster, licking and sucking on your clit while moaning softly, as if eating you out gave him physical pleasure. He focused on your bud, licking all over it trying to push you over the edge. “Cum for me Y/N.. cum on my mouth, I want to taste you.” He muttered out, pumping his fingers in and out of you before pulling you closer with his other hand.

With another lick up your folds, you pull on his hair which only causes him to groan against your clit. An enticing moan falls out your mouth and your thighs squeeze around his head as you cum on his tongue, Luke happily lapping up your juices as you ride out your high.

He stays between your thighs, licking your folds before you whine and push him away from your legs. He looks up at you with a smile, his mouth and chin glistening from your juices. “Did I do okay?” He asked half nervously, standing up to sit next to you.

“Okay? Fuck, Luke, that was the best head I've ever gotten.” You reply, moving over to him and kissing him, knocking him over in the process. He laughs and wraps his arms around you, kissing you back happily as you stayed on top of him.

You shift on him to get comfortable and accidentally brush past his erection causing him to moan out softly. He blushes as you pull away and look at him. “I uh, enjoyed that a bit too much.” He chuckled nervously which only caused you to laugh.

“Time to return the favor, no?” You smirk, making your way between his legs.

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@ahopelessromantic

Masterlist - includes Spencer x Reader

Angst and fluff

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@andiebeaword

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@andromedasstarship

Masterlist - includes Hotch x Fem!Reader, Spencer x GN!Reader

Fluff and angst

@anightflower

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Angst

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@brywrites​

Masterlist - includes OC, Spencer x Reader, Spencer x Max

Fluff and Angst

@catsadams

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Mainly smut with some angst

@clairey-y

Masterlist - includes Spencer x Fem!OC, Spencer x Fem!Reader, Spencer x GN!Reader, Chip Taylor x Fem!Reader

I think it’s mainly fluff

@criminalmindzjunkie

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Smut, I’d just call the rest drama

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@darnittumbleweed

Masterlist - includes Spencer x Reader, Kyle Orfman x Reader

Smut and angst

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Smut and fluff

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@dontshootmespence

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All categories, mainly smut

@dr-spencer-reids-queen

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Angst with some fluff

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Smut and fluff

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Masterlist - includes Spencer x GN!Reader, Emily x Reader, JJ x Reader, Elle x Reader

Fluff

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Angst

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@give-me-a-moose

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Fluff and angst I think

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Fluff and angst

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Smut and fluff

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[specialagentlokitty]

Rossi x Male!reader - don’t want to loose you

Hi, it was originally the Gibbs x trans male!reader one where the reader gets kidnapped but then I realised you write for Rossi and I changed it to the BAU team, it would probably be in two separate asks ☺️ - @the-imitation-blog 💜

Rossi was lost, angry and scared without you by his side.

They could only imagine what was happening to you to you while you were being held away from them, as a token to force the BAU to stand down and give the unsub what she wants.

“We can’t give her all this.” Hotch snapped.

“We don’t have a choice, she has (Y/N) Hotch! She has him and we know it’s only a matter of time until she hurts him or worse!” Rossi snapped back.

He didn’t like arguing with his best friend, but he would stand there and argue all day if that’s what it took.

“I’m not asking you to give her these things, just make her think she has them until we have (Y/N) back.”

“Dave you know it’s not that simple, stuff like this takes time to arrange, and money.”

“Then do it! I don’t care Aaron I’ll pay for it, just do it!”

Hotch looked at his friend and nodded his head, agreeing to get the whole thing underway because he hated seeing that look of pain on his friend.

Rossi couldn’t sleep, he spent every money he could trying to encourage the woman to give you back, to let you go, let him talk to you but nothing worked.

All he could do was pave around, holding your sweater in his hands as he anxiously waited for that phone to ring.

Your body ached, but not from being hurt, Mary had yet to do anything to harm you in anyway, it was from tightly tied to a chair and having to sit stiffly for so long.

Mary was manic, scared and worried she didn’t know what to do.

She looked at you and frowned, walking over as she looked at the chains.

“I’m sorry.. I’m sorry…”

“Mary it’s okay, we can still fix this, okay?”

“No.. no! We can’t fix it! I need to go, I have to go. They’ll find me!”

“Mary they won’t! They won’t! They would’ve found you already!”

You tried to reason with her but you couldn’t, she kept saying that she had to go, she had to leave while stuffing everything into the bag.

She looked at the phone and tossed it across the room, shattering it and turned around to you.

“I’m sorry.. I’m sorry.. I have to destroy this place…”

“Mary no! Don’t!”

You tried to frantically pull at the chains, trying anything to break free as she poured a gallon of gasoline around the room.

The smell burned your nose, and you watched Mary stand by the door, tears falling down her face as she lit a match, ignoring you pleads and cries for you to be let go.

Flames erupted around the room and Mary ran off leaving you there fighting for your life, fighting to breathe and break free.

You pulled and pulled at the chains, and with the fire crawling loser it worked in your favour, it weakened the chair, and when you fell backwards the chair broke and you managed to with a great deal of effort to crawl free.

The fire was out of control and you didn’t know what to do, the door was blocked, the floor and roof was burning and crumbling, your only option was the window.

You managed to get to it but you couldn’t pry it open and no matter how much you tried not to, you inhaled too much smoke and passed out.

Hotch had everything ready.

“Are we really going to do this?” Derek asked.

“We don’t have a choice.” Emily said.

They went to authorise it but they were stopped by JJ and Reid running in.

“We have him!” JJ yelled.

“He’s in the hospital, we need to go now!” Reid rushed out.

“Shut it down! Shut it all down! Garcia track Mary down now she’ll be easy to find!”

“You got it!”

Everyone quickly jumped into action, while Emily, Derek, JJ and Reid went after Mary with the help of Garcia, Hotch and Rossi rushed straight to the hospital you had just been admitted to.

At first they wouldn’t let anyone in your room, but after being order too and a quick flash of their badges they were in and Rossi nearly broke.

Seeing you laying there, wires hooked up around you, oxygen mask around your face.

You were covered in ash and dirt, red marks around you wrists and arms.

“How is he?” Hotch asked.

“A few minor burns, he inhaled a lot of smoke so he’ll need to be kept in for a few days but as long as he stay on oxygen he should be fine.” The doctor said.

Hotch nodded and stepped away to let Rossi slowly approached you, setting you sweater on the back of a chair he stood next to you.

He took your hand in his, and ran his thumb along the back of your hand, and you stirred eyes slowly opening.

When you saw Rossi, you smiled softly hand tightening around his.

“You’re going to be okay…” he whispered.

Your breathing was raspy, and almost like you were on the brink of coughing.

You went to pull the mask away but Rossi quickly stopped, his hand over yours as he kept the mask in place.

“Don’t. Keep it on.”

You nodded and motioned for him sit down next to you and he did, letting you rest your head on his shoulder with a small groan.

“It’s okay.” He whispered.

He rested his head on your head, just needing to be with you, to hold you because he was terrified if he stepped away for a second you would be gone again

[x-reader-theater]

✏️ bau team go to the beach on a day off with trans male reader who's super nervous to start off with but everyone's great and makes him feel super relaxed about it?

Oh this is cute! Also sorry I didn't get to this until now. I've been asleep most of the day 😅

~

You pull your knees up to your chest, hiding on the towel you brought underneath one of the umbrellas. Spencer is sitting next to you, reading a book in the shade.

"You okay?" Spencer asks, looking over the top of his book.

You shrug. "I guess. I don't really like the beach."

"Because of the sand or because if something else?" Spencer asks.

You sigh and put your head in your knees. "I just- I haven't had top surgery yet, so I can't take off my shirt... And I feel so self conscious about my body and how it looks..."

Spencer puts his book down and leans over to you, pointing to everyone else who's in the water. "They won't care. Go have some fun in the water."

You sigh and nod, standing up with your arms still crossed across your chest, walking to the shore.

"Hey! [Y/N]! Come on in!" Morgan exclaims.

By the end of the day, you're grinning and laughing and you forgot about your insecurities, if only for a moment.