#jennifer jareau fanfic

[foxy-eva]

Morning Shower

Summary: JJ looks irresistible after her workout so you decide to join her in the shower

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau x Fem!Reader

Category: Smut, Fluff

Content Warnings: (18+, minors DNI) showering together, heavy kissing, fingering, oral

Word count: 1.3k

Masterlist

JJ was an incredibly attractive woman, there was no doubt about that. Those past few months you had seen her in all kinds of circumstances and not once did you think that she was anything less than absolutely flawless. It almost sounded cliché, but you found her especially alluring in times where she would expect it the least. 

Right after waking up, when her eyes were barely open and her hair was messy, she looked like an angel to you. After long days of work with a subtle shadow under her eyes and her mascara a little smudged, she was still so, so beautiful. 

And oh, when she came home after a workout, you could barely look at her without your cheeks heating up. 

She had just entered your apartment after her morning run, her skin glistening with sweat and the swell of her chest still heaving. Her cheeks were tinted in a rosy shade and with the sun peeking through the windows, she almost looked like she was glowing. 

You watched as she stretched her arms over her head. Unabashedly you let your eyes roam over her body, your sight lingering on her soft curves. She knew how much you enjoyed seeing her wearing sports clothes but she had no idea how quickly your thoughts turned indecent. 

JJ caught your staring, a smirk forming on her face as she chirped, “Good morning!”

“Good morning, indeed. You look beautiful,” you cooed as you found her eyes. 

“I’m all sweaty and gross,” she laughed as she walked towards your bathroom. “I need a shower.” 

You listened to her footsteps as she disappeared from your sight and took the last sip of your coffee. When you heard her turn on the shower you decided that you could not hold back any longer. Every fiber of your body was yearning to feel her skin against yours. 

When you stepped into the bathroom the glass of the shower had already steamed up but you could still see her outlines. As you let your clothes drop to the floor JJ seemed to have noticed your presence. She opened the glass door of the shower before you had a chance to touch the handle. 

“I was hoping you’d join me,” she purred as you stepped in. 

The sensation of the warm water against your skin shocked your whole system but it was nothing compared to the feeling of finally having JJ’s hands on you. You found her lips in a kiss that quickly deepened while your hands began wandering over her back. 

Kissing her ignited a flame inside you only she could tame. Heat rushed through your entire body as your arousal began pooling between your legs. You broke the kiss only to turn her around and press your body into her back while your lips attached to her neck. 

Your hands became curious as they moved over her breasts, washing away the soap she must have put on before you entered the shower. You were thorough in cleaning her, even long after any remains of her morning workout were washed away. Her skin felt so soft under your fingertips, it was almost surreal. 

The sound of her moans as you played with the hardened peaks of her chest was addicting and you started to feel light-headed. One of her hands reached back until it could grab the flesh of your hips, making you sigh against her neck.

One of your hands remained on her chest while the other slowly descended down her body until your fingertips made contact with her silken folds. Her desire for you was almost dripping into your palm when you began moving your fingertips along her slit. 

Her hips began grinding against your hand as you focussed on her most sensitive spot. It wasn’t enough for you though. You needed to worship her fully, wanted to experience all the glory her body had to offer. 

“I need you, JJ,” you breathed against her neck before gently biting it.

“Then have me,” she sighed in response. 

The confinements of the shower didn’t leave room for much movement but you still managed to turn her around again and push her against the cool tiles of the wall to make sure she wouldn’t slip. You kissed your way down her body until you were on your knees for her. Your hands wandered over her thighs as you placed feather-light kisses against her hip. 

When your hand moved to the back of her thigh, she lifted one leg and placed it over your shoulder to give you better access. Without breaking eye-contact, you let your tongue glide through her crevice, collecting her arousal as if it was the last thing you were ever able to consume. 

Her heady scent began clouding your mind as you explored her, almost as if you could imprint her uniqueness on your tongue. When JJ threw her head back against the wall, her hands fell to your hair, urging you where she needed you the most. Having her desperate to find relief was exciting you more than you could ever put in words. 

You focussed your attention on her little pearl and were rewarded with her praise in the form of moans falling from her lips. Guiding her into an euphoric state was all that mattered to you then, even when your knees started to complain about the harshness of the tiled shower floor. Two of your fingers found her entrance and pushed into her, finding no resistance from her body. 

When relief washed over JJ in waves, her entire body quivered as you felt her walls pulsing around your fingers. You guided her through her high with your tongue against her core until she tugged on your hair hard enough for you to let go of her. Still on your knees, you looked up and admired the goddess standing in front of you, her lips parted as she tried to catch her breath. 

She reached out a hand for you to help you up before wrapping her arms around you. With your chests pressed together you could feel the accelerated pace of her heart drumming against her ribs and imagined it could somehow touch your own heart through those layers of skin and bone. After she had caught her breath, her lips found yours in a soft kiss while one of her hands made its way down your body. With your legs slightly parted, you granted her access to your delicate parts.

When she felt how much you desired her, she snickered, “Someone’s excited.” 

“Can you blame me?” You giggled. “I mean, look at you!” 

“I’d rather look at you,” she purred as she started to move her fingertips along your core. 

And she did look at you, even when it became almost too much for you to keep your lids from closing. Her eyes always reminded you of the ocean, azure blue and mysterious. The depth of her irises made you feel like you could drown in the love she had for you.

“I love you,” you muttered before you lost your ability to form words.

“I love you, too.” 

A gasp fell from your lips when her fingers entered you, moving rhythmically inside you just the way she knew you liked. It felt like you were floating, surrounded by the warm water pouring from the shower head and embraced by your lover, keen on guiding you into pure bliss. 

“Come for me, my love,” she breathed. 

And you did. Your hands grabbed her waist for balance when your body began shaking as she worked you through your climax. Before it became too much, she removed her hand from your center to place her arms around you instead. 

JJ then began washing your body, carefully and with tender motions she rid you of the evidence of your arousal before you did the same for her. As you stepped out of the shower you dared to glance over JJ’s bare body one last time before handing her the towel, determined that morning showers like that would definitely have to become part of your Sunday routines from now on. 

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[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Not Your Type...?

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~800

Warnings: fluff

Summary: JJ needs help getting ready for a party, and you're the only one in the apartment who can.

Square Filled: friends to lovers for @anyfandomgoesbingo

Author’s Note: JJ and the reader are in college

x

Another weekend. Another night of being alone in your room watching your favorite movies. Movies that you can recite word for word. All your homework is done with nothing being due for another week so you have all night and all weekend to do whatever you want without stressing about school.

Once you’ve placed the third blanket on your bed, you leave your room to grab movie snacks and drinks so that you don’t have to leave your room for the rest of the night. You pass by your roommate’s room with the door ajar, but she isn’t in there. She must be in the bathroom that conjoins your two rooms together getting ready for a big party she couldn't stop talking about all month.

You were never the one to go out and party even though that’s what all your friends did in high school and the first half of your college career. You’d much rather stay inside, cuddle in bed, and cry over Tadashi Hamada dying and leaving Baymax in the hands of his younger brother. Movies that bring you to tears comfort you since you know the feeling of heartbreak isn’t real. It’s not really happening to you so you allow yourself to be vulnerable for that two hours you’re watching the movie.

JJ, on the other hand, would much rather go to parties, get drunk, and have the time of her life before she gets a serious job. She has a thing for criminal justice, and you know she is going to do great in that field. She’s very smart. She’s got more than her brain going for her. She’s a gorgeous woman who has you wrapped around her finger even if she doesn’t know it.

The only reason you haven’t done anything about the major crush you have on her is because whenever she goes to parties, she always comes back with a man. It’s never a woman so that tells you she isn’t into women like you are. You have thin walls; you can hear everything that goes on in her bedroom. She wouldn’t go for you.

No, she won’t like me the same way. Just pretend I don’t like her until I move on. Yeah, that seems like a good plan.

After making some popcorn, you walk back to your room, passing JJ’s.

“Y/N? Can you come in here for a second?” she calls out for you.

You pause by her room and walk inside. She is by her mirror struggling to keep her red dress from falling. The entire back is open, and your mouth goes dry at seeing her bare skin. The dress is very fitting to her body, a body you’d love nothing more than to explore. Damn, pretending isn’t going to be very easy for you.

“Yes?”

“Can you help me? Can you zip me up?”

“Sure.”

You set the bowl of popcorn on top of her dresser and approach her from behind. You reach out for the zipper and hesitate. One touch of her skin will send you into a fucking puddle on the ground, but you have to compose yourself or else she’d know your feelings for her. The last thing you want to do is make her uncomfortable. Still, you grab the zipper and zip the back of the dress up.

“Wow, you look amazing.”

“Thank you. Maybe I’ll get lucky tonight.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

She is so close to you that you can smell her perfume. It’s making your head dizzy. I have to get out of here. You turn to grab your bowl when JJ stops you. She steps so close to you that all you can smell is her.

“Hey, can I call you if I need you? Like if anything happens?”

“Yeah, you can kiss me.” Your eyes widen when you realize your mistake. “I didn’t mean that. I meant to call me. You can call me.”

“Too bad,” she smirks. “I was gonna do it.”

She winks at you and leaves her room, leaving you with your mouth agape.

“Wait!” You rush after her, leaving your popcorn in her room. “What did you say?”

“It’s a shame you’re not coming with me.”

“I hate parties.”

“I know.”

She walks to the kitchen and grabs a shot glass before grabbing one of the alcohol bottles from the fridge. She fills the shot to the top and tosses it back effortlessly.

“One for the road. Don’t worry, I’m not driving there or back.”

Before she leaves, she approaches you in determination. She grabs both your cheeks and pulls you in for a kiss. You’re too shocked to even do anything, and she is pulling away before you know it.

“Only because you asked for it. See you later,” she winks. 

She is already out the door before you can say or do anything.

x

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[oneshotnewbie]

jennifer jareau x daughter reader where reader is a child and discovers how “funny” the use of the word “no” is? (JJ isn’t as amused as reader 😭) 💛

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Jennifer Jareau was usually a master at juggling her roles as an FBI agent and mother. But fate had other plans for this morning. As she made her way to the daycare to drop off her three-year-old daughter, she discovered that the daycare was closed due to unexpected water damage.

A sigh of frustration escaped her lips as JJ realized the situation and found herself standing in front of closed doors. She couldn't afford to take time off and there was no one to look after you on short notice. So she quickly decided to take you to work with her.

With a quick call to the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit office to make sure Hotch was okay with bringing you with her, JJ set off, holding you in his arms. The sun slowly began to warm as it reached the building and the blonde tried to maintain her usual composure, even though she knew inside that this day would be anything but normal.

As she entered the BAU office, JJ caught the attention of her colleagues. Some gave her curious glances at the little girl on her hip, but her team couldn't hide the wide grins. They all loved you, and they were always happy to see you. However, they knew JJ well enough to know that she brought you to work with her for a reason.

"Hey sweetie," Emily Prentiss spoke in a sweet, squeaky tone as she walked towards the two of you. Her hands were outstretched, reaching for you as she took you from your mother's arms and placed you on her hip. "Are you okay, JJ?" She asked, a concerned tone in her voice as she placed a gentle kiss on your cheek and looked at you intently.

The blonde nodded curtly, smiling as she watched the black-haired one rock you back and forth as you laughed out loud in response. "The daycare is closed. I hope it's okay if y/n is here for the day to keep us company."

"We see so many dark things, it's nice to have someone here who just brings you joy and takes the darkness out of our job." Emily replied promptly and walked with you to the desks, where she handed you over to Morgan. "We'll all take care of her, JJ."

The blonde breathed out in relief and smiled gratefully. It was reassuring to know that she was surrounded by a team that was not only professional, but also caring and understanding.

You began to beam as you saw the unfamiliar surroundings of the BAU and Derek Morgan lifted you onto his lap and let you jump around. Your curious eyes darted from one colleague to the next as you clung to the toy you held in your hands and laughed out loud as Reid played peek-a-boo with you.

As the workday began at the BAU, JJ found herself in an unfamiliar, but not unwelcome, situation. Between analyzing case files and meetings, she found moments to amuse you as you played with toys and played with the others.

It was a day full of unexpected events, but also a day that reminded her of the importance of having a supportive environment, whether at work or at home. But she never imagined that her next field mission with Emily, Aaron and Derek would come so suddenly. It was an urgent matter that required immediate attention and there was no time to delay. So the team headed out to combat the latest threat, and JJ could do nothing but ask Reid to look after you in her absence.

Reid, known for his brilliant mind and gentle disposition, accepted the responsibility of looking after you with a bright smile. Although he had little experience working with children, he was determined to do his best. As the blonde said goodbye to you, she felt a mix of worry and trust. She knew Reid would take good care of you, but she couldn't deny that she felt uncomfortable leaving you behind.

As JJ and the team delved into the case, time flew by and as the mission came to an end and they made their way back safely, she couldn't help but look forward to the impending reunion with you. She longed for your hug and your laughter to bring light into her life.

When they finally reached the BAU office, JJ felt a mix of anticipation and nervousness. She could hear your happy voice carrying through the hallway and her heart leapt with joy. But when she walked into the bullpen and her eyes fell on you, she froze in surprise.

You sat in Reid's chair, surrounded by your toys, holding a small foam ball in your hand. As she walked in, you turned to your mother and spoke with an adorable smile. "No!"

JJ's heart sank as she realized you had learned a new word - and clearly enjoyed using it. She couldn't help but smile when she saw Reid sitting cross-legged in front of you, an amused glint in his eyes. "She just said it like that," Reid explained with an amused tone. "She suddenly applied it to everything I told her."

JJ couldn't help but laugh as she sat on the floor next to him and pulled you into her arms. She was relieved to see that you had been in good hands and that you had obviously had a lot of fun.

Throughout the rest of the day you continued to use the word "no" with glee and your mother couldn't deny that she was slowly but surely reaching her limits. Since you discovered the word, nothing seemed to pass your indomitable little mouth. Every time JJ tried to give you instructions or get you to do something, the adamant "no" came back immediately - accompanied by a mischievous smile that suggested you knew exactly what you were doing.

Spencer Reid, who was obviously the source of this new development, could barely stop himself from laughing when he saw the blonde's desperate look. Derek and Emily also laughed at the frustration that was slowly building up within her. While Reid wasn't directly responsible for your newfound love of words, he had undoubtedly played his part by supervising you while you were away.

When JJ finally confronted Reid and asked him how it happened, she could barely contain her frustration. She turned to him as he shifted nervously in his chair, clearly trying to extricate himself from the affair. "Spencer, I know you spent all morning with her. And now there's no other word in her vocabulary. What happened?"

"Oh, uh, JJ I understand you're worried, but I swear I had nothing to do with it," he tried to talk his way out of the situation and JJ raised a skeptical eyebrow. "It's all part of a natural development process at this age."

She couldn't help but smile at his clumsy attempts to reassure her. Despite her annoyance at your constant use of a single, negative word, she couldn't blame her best friend. He had volunteered to look after you and tried to make sure you had a fun day.

Still, it was hard for her to hide her frustration. Thanks to him, you had developed a new passion for resistance and disobedience. Every time she tried to feed you or get you to sleep in Hotch's office, she was met with an insistent "no" - and although she tried to remain patient, it was a challenge that was slowly pushing you to your limits brought.

"Spenc, be honest with me. You were with her all day today. And now she's using that word like it's her new favorite phrase. There has to be a connection."

Reid cleared his throat uncomfortably and avoided her gaze. "Well, maybe I used it subconsciously without realizing it. You know, while we were talking about different things or she wasn't allowed to do something she wanted. But I assure you, it wasn't intentional."

The blonde sighed and massaged her temples, the slight frustration growing within her. "Spencer, I'm not mad at you. I know you were just trying to take care of her but it would help if you could watch what you say around her in the future. She's a vacuum cleaner, she takes in everything lately."

He nodded in understanding, his expression relieved as he pulled his best friend into a tight hug. "Of course, JJ. I'll pay attention. And if you need help getting her to stop using that word, I'm available."

The blonde smiled and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. The two exchanged a look of mutual understanding and trust. Although her frustration was with the unexpected development regarding the word "no," she knew that she could always count on Reid to help her whenever she needed support.

[ddejavvu]

m.list - jennifer jareau

blurbs:

jj would still love you if you were a worm

you and jj reveal your relationship to the BAU

jj comes into your coffee shop to see you

dancing in the rain with jj

jj + acts of service

[garciaasfluffypen]

part two. her savior

there was no way this was real. but it was.

trigger warnings: light description of the condition eliza was in when she's found (nothing crazy), eliza has a small panic attack, pls let me know if i missed anything else!

JJ could feel the stress settling in. The BAU had been following this newly budding case for months now, on top of everything else they were working on. It was a lot. They had just finished the rough double homicide case a few months prior when they had gotten wind of the Sex Cult making its way across Northern America. Whenever they thought they were getting close, they would hit a dead end. Leads going to places that were clearly traps, or the whole cult being gone within hours before they had breached the safe houses they had found through Penelope’s excellence. It was a miracle she was still standing. If she were being honest, Emily was the reason she was still standing, but that was a bridge she didn’t want to cross at that very moment. It was going to open up a dam of feelings she didn’t want to think about, especially after the hell she had gone through with Will. It wasn’t that she didn’t love him anymore, she loved him a lot. But she was starting to think their relationship had taken its course. 

And that was more stress she didn’t need. 

The numbers 11:45 flashed across her phone screen as yet another text from Will came through, telling her he was going to go to sleep and to make sure the living room lights were off when she got home. Rubbing her face, JJ got up and made her way to the kitchenette. She wasn’t planning on pulling a past midnight-er, but at this point, it might as well be. It appeared that she was the only one left, however, Emily was holed up in her office going through paperwork to submit before moving onto the next set of paperwork. The tracker that Penelope had set up that was tracking the locations of the cult was flashing on the monitor to the right, reflecting off of her glasses as she scrolled through the final case report on the previous case that she absolutely needed to submit before 10am tomorrow morning. There was no more stalling, no matter how gruesome it was. Stalling on the report wouldn’t bring the agents back. Nothing would. 

It was starting to take a toll on her. 

She needed something new, something that would potentially lift up her spirits. She was in her 60s, single and childless. The job left little time to find relationships, which definitely hindered her dating life. Sure, she had her flings but they weren’t the one person she wanted. The person she longed for since she locked eyes with her way back in 2002. 20 plus years of hopelessly pining for a married woman took a lot out of you, and really put a damper on sex. Especially when you accidentally call out her name instead of Cindy, the lady you had hooked up with. Emily shook her head, getting herself out of her thoughts before she noticed something on the tracker. A new dot. 

A dot that was close to them. 

“Jayje!” Emily pushed the door open, hoping and praying the blonde was still in the room. “I think we got them.”

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Everything was happening at once and to be quite frank, JJ was overwhelmed. They had finally gotten a location on the cult. They had settled down in rural Wyoming, and now was their time to strike. JJ didn’t even have time to text the boys goodnight before she was chugging a redbull and hoping for the best. The jet ride was nerve wracking. Emily went over all the girls who had been trapped there, some for years, some for their whole lives. She didn’t know what was worse- the age of some of these girls, or knowing that their lives would be more fucked up than anyone could ever imagine. 

The house was eerily empty. Almost as if nobody lived there. A shiver ran down JJ’s back as she made her way through the foyer. The footsteps of the other agents flew around her as everyone dispersed around the house. Emily signaled for JJ to go upstairs, leaving her to follow some of the local PD. The walls were bare of any evidence that someone had been here. No nail holes, no leftover command strips, nothing. That's when she split off from the PD and went into the room, practically stopping in her tracks. 

There was a girl. 

There was a girl, and she was tied to the bed. 

What, and she couldn’t stress this enough, the actual fuck?

She couldn’t be more than sixteen. JJ felt her heart stop as she stepped into the room, automatically holstering her gun. The girl was crying. She wasn’t sure if it was tears of joy or fear, but that didn’t matter. The girl was tied up, her wrists were bleeding and JJ needed to get her to the EMTs as soon as she could. JJ untied her as carefully as she possibly could, fighting every urge in her body not to burst out into tears. She pushed some hair out of the girl's face, letting her fall into her touch. Wiping the tears from her cheeks, JJ moved down to untie her ankles. She was shivering now. JJ ripped off her jacket and wrapped it around the girl, hoping the warmth would be enough. She zipped it up for extra warmth, wrapping her arms around the girl as she helped her get out of the bed. She stumbled a bit, leaning into JJ’s arms. They made their way downstairs, going straight outside. EMTs started to make their way over to them, but JJ held a hand up. 

When the girl nodded, she took the girl to the closest ambulance and helped her sit down on the edge, taking a blanket from the EMT and wrapping it around her waist. The girl grabbed her hand, squeezing it tight. A silent thank you for saving her life. JJ felt her heart shatter into a million more pieces. The girl laid her head on JJ’s shoulder, still stiff but letting the EMTs do their work. She met eyes with Emily as she came out of the house, making her way over. 

“Go with her, I’ll brief you later. Get her checked out, text me when you get there, okay?” 

JJ raised her eyebrows. “Are you sure?” 

“We’ll be fine.” Emily shot the girl a look. “She needs someone right now.” 

“Em-”

“That’s an order, Jennifer.” 

JJ knew that Emily meant business whenever she pulled out the full name. With a nod, JJ helped the girl into the ambulance and onto the bed, leaning as close as she could to the girl as the EMT continued his checks. She noticed the girl stiffening and subtly held out her hand, hoping he would see it. The girl tensed up, realizing how close the EMT was to her. She shuffled closer to JJ, and she knew at that moment they wouldn’t get anything done unless they had someone else do it. Jennifer signaled to the other EMT- the female one- to come do the checks instead. 

By the time they had finished, the sun was going down. The adrenaline was wearing off, and JJ was getting jittery from sitting still too long. She let Emily know they were heading off to the hospital before hopping into the back of the ambulance, making sure the girl was comfortable before they left. 

“Can…” the girl timidly looked at JJ. “What’s your name?” 

“I’m JJ. What’s your name?”

“I don’t know if I can tell you, he might get mad.”

JJ tilted her head, sympathy flooding through her veins. “He’s not going to hurt you anymore. I promise.” 

“He said he’d come back for me.” 

“I won’t let him.” JJ squeezed her hand. “He won’t be able to get to  you. I’ll be with you all night until my team needs me again, okay?” 

The girl nodded. “Okay.” a pause. “Eliza. My name is Eliza. ”

“That’s a pretty name.”

JJ swore she saw Eliza crack the smallest smile. 

“Where did you come from?”

“We work out of Washington DC.”

“Washington DC… where is that?” Eliza’s head tilted. “Is that close?”

“It’s about a 3 hour plane ride.” 

“Oh. That seems far.” 

“Eliza, have you been on a plane before?” 

“No. He didn’t let me leave. Ever.” A moment of silence. “Where are we going?”

“The hospital, we’re gonna get you all fixed up.” The EMT smiled. 

“I don’t wanna go. Turn around please.” 

“I’m afraid we can’t do that.” 

Eliza’s breath quickened. “I don’t want to go to the hospital. He’s gonna be there. He’s gonna be there and he’s gonna take me to Peter. I don’t- I don’t. I can’t—” 

JJ grabbed Eliza’s hand, squeezing it tightly and scooting as close as she possibly could to her. The machines started beeping as Eliza’s heart rate started rising, her breaths getting faster and faster. 

“Sweetie look at me, yes, perfect.” JJ moved the hair from her face. “I’m here, I’m right here. Focus on me. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out.” 

Eliza’s breaths started to calm down, as did the machines. 

“There we go. You got some nasty cuts and bruises, we just need to make sure you’re okay. I’ll be with you every step of the way, okay?” 

Eliza sighed. “You promise he won’t be there?” 

“I promise.” 

“Okay.” Eliza nodded. “I don’t like Peter. He would… he’s not nice.” 

“You don’t have to tell me about him right now, okay? Whenever you’re ready.”

JJ smiled at Eiza, squeezing her hand sympathetically. Would she ever be ready to tell her story? She wasn’t sure. But what she was sure of was that Eliza needed her, and she wasn’t going to leave her side until she had to. 

And that was a fact. 

[smt-obsessed]

Jennifer Jareau

☆ n/a ☆ isfj ☆ libra ☆ 5'7 ☆

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💋= smut, 🚨= angst, 👑= darkfic,

🩹= sickfic, 🧸= fluff, 🌦= hurt/comfort

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[forhappysake]

We're Okay

A/N - Guys idk where this came from. I guess I'm just feeling emotional and inspired.

Content - After JJ admits her decade-long love for Spencer, you and your boyfriend have to have a conversation to calm both of your doubts and fears.

Warnings: spencer reid x fem!reader, season 14 spoilers, anxiety, mentions of typical BAU-level crime stuff, fluff at the end

You walked in the door slowly, cautionary even; afraid the smallest noise would bring reality crashing down on you. The car ride home had been completely silent, as neither of you bothered to turn on the radio. Spencer shuffled in behind you, the click of the lock making you wince as you did your best to avoid his gaze. You stripped off your coat, throwing it over the couch before walking straight into the bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind you. 

As you started the shower and stripped off your clothes, the evening’s events rushed back into your mind. Being involved in a hostage situation with an unstable unsub was one thing. JJ being held at gunpoint was worse. However, as if all that wasn’t enough, JJ admitting her decade-long hidden love for Spencer was the final nail in the coffin. As you climbed into the shower, you did your best to let the water wash away the thoughts running through your head. 

Unfortunately, your attempt was unsuccessful. As you dried off and wrapped yourself in a towel, your mind raced. You’d been dating Spencer for nearly a year and a half. The two of you had just recently moved in together. Having known him and JJ for at least half a decade, you knew they were close, but you never would have guessed this was coming. You couldn’t help but wonder if he felt the same way she did. If so, what did this mean for your relationship?

After stalling in the bathroom for so long that goosebumps dotted your freshly dried body, you mustered up the courage to slip out of the bathroom and into the bedroom that you shared with Spencer. As you walked across the hallway, you could see his silhouette sitting on the living room couch, head bent forward. You couldn’t tell if he was reading or in deep thought, but you decided that either option was better than the alternative: trying to have a conversation. 

You snuck into the bedroom, gently turning on the bedroom light and letting your eyes adjust to the warm glow of your room. You meandered to the closet, pulling out a simple t-shirt and shorts to sleep in. Slipping into your pajamas and stealing a glance at yourself in the vanity mirror, you noticed one of the many images covering the tabletop. 

A framed photograph from less than a year ago of JJ, Will, Spencer, and yourself with the boys on a weekend hiking trip. You felt a pang of guilt in your chest and wondered if Will had any idea what was going on in JJ’s head. You shook the thought away, reminding yourself that you had bigger problems of your own to deal with. You turned back to the bed, sliding under the covers and turning off the light. Despite your distress, you were exhausted and you found yourself losing track of time and drifting off to sleep in mere minutes. 

*  *  *

You awoke to the sound of the bedroom door latching shut. You rolled over, blinking your eyes open in an attempt to sneak a peak at your bedside alarm clock. You’d already been asleep for three hours and Spencer was just now coming to bed. It was well after midnight, and you knew that meant he had been up thinking about something. You figured it would be best not to push the subject after everything that had happened. 

With your eyes shut, you waited to feel the familiar sensation of Spencer climbing into bed. Instead, you felt his weight at the foot of the bed, as if he had perched himself on the end. You tried not to think much of this and did your best to fake sleep. However, it soon became apparent that Spencer was on to you. 

“I know you’re awake,” he said gently. His voice was gruff from the hours he’d spent in silence. Spencer waited before speaking again, “I think we should talk about what happened.” 

There it is, you thought. Your stomach sank as your eyes fluttered open. You rolled over to face him, leaning up on your arms. It was then you noticed that he was still in his suit. His unkempt hair fell over his eyes and you couldn’t help but feel a bit sorry for the disheveled man in front of you. “Alright,” you relented, still refusing to meet his eyes, “what do you want to talk about?”

Spencer rolled his neck, tension evident in his movements. “I want to know how you feel about what was said earlier,” he said. For the first time in hours, you met his eyes, trying to gauge his sincerity. You found no signs of dishonesty, so you fell back on the bed, letting out a dramatic sigh. 

“I don’t know, Spencer,” you groaned. “I definitely was surprised. I definitely wasn’t thrilled.” Spencer nodded, moving some hair away from his eyes as you spoke. “But,” you started again, “it’s not like we can go back and change it now.” 

He reached an arm out, putting a hand over the covers on top of your knee. “I know,” he whispered, “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” 

You scoffed a bit at his sincerity and his innocence, meeting his eyes once more. “And how do you feel about it?” you asked. 

Spencer bit his lip in thought. You could tell you had caught him off guard with the question, and he seemed to be calculating his response. “Can I be honest with you?” he said. 

You raised your eyebrows, the nervous feeling in your stomach intensifying. Is this where he tells you he feels the same way and leaves for good? You pushed your thoughts to the side. “Always,” you whispered.

He sighed, laying back on the bed so he was next to you. You could feel the heat radiating off him, and you wanted nothing more than to curl into his warmth. You knew this wasn’t the time, so you held yourself back and held your breath, awaiting his response. 

“First, I was confused,” Spencer explained, eyes locked on the ceiling. “I haven’t thought about JJ like that in over ten years. Frankly, I never knew she thought of me that way, so I was caught off-guard.” 

So he did have a crush on her at one time, you thought. You were ready to close your eyes in defeat, to slip off the bed and out of the apartment and never come back when he cleared his throat. 

“But then,” he started once more, “I had a quick epiphany of all the moments she’d gone out of her way for me, and I could understand where she was coming from.” You turned to look at him, watching his eyes scan the ceiling as he tried to come up with his next statements. 

“And?” you asked, prompting him to continue. 

“And then,” he continued your previous statement, “I was terribly appalled.” 

Your head, which had turned to the ceiling, snapped back in his direction. You felt your eyebrows raise and your jaw drop open a bit in surprise. “Appalled?” you asked, confusion evident in your expression. 

“Appalled,” Spencer echoed, sitting up on the edge of the bed once more and looking back at you. 

“Why?” you asked. 

Spencer shook his head, looking around the room. “I’ve been thinking about that for the last couple hours, and I’ve come up with a lot of reasons,” he mused. “I know she was in a tight place, but Will deserves better than that. The boys deserve better than that. But aside from them,” he leaned over on the bed, intertwining his fingers with yours, “I couldn’t stop thinking about what you must have thought. I was so afraid of your reaction and of losing you.”

Despite your evident emotional state as tears pooled in your eyes, you tried to play it off. “Spencer, this isn’t about me,” you reminded him. 

“Yes,” he said, lying next to you, “it is.” Spencer ran a hand through his hair, pulling some curls out of his eyes. “Everyone knows how much I love you. I know how scary something like this can be. But you have to know that I have no idea where this came from and that anything JJ and I had died, on my end, long before I ever met you.” 

You glanced over at him, the sincerity in his voice had moved you to believe him. For a moment, you forgot about JJ and Will, the boys, and the implications of her words. You offered his fingers a small squeeze. “So we’re okay?” you asked in a tiny voice. 

“More than,” Spencer whispered. 

He rolled on his side to face you and you mirrored his actions. He wrapped his arms tight around your body, the textured material of his suit jacket pressed against your cheek. A gentle kiss was pressed to your forehead and you found yourself falling back into sleep. After several minutes passed, you felt Spencer’s voice rumble through his chest for a final time before he succumbed to sleep: “Ever since I met you,” he mumbled, smoothing some stray hairs away from your face, “it’s always been you.”

[pathologicalreid]

nicknames | S.R.

in which you meet the team for the first time, and receive your first nickname

who? spencer reid x fem!BAU!reader

category: fluff

content warnings: reader is referred to as a girl. i have this headcanon where when reid's IQ gets slashed to 60, he'd get so distracted that he'd run on autopilot, hence the willingness to handshake.

word count: 591

a/n: happy finals szn! this fic has been rotting in my brain for weeks and i finally decided to flesh it out. and maybe you should like and reblog this if you enjoy it (no pressure tho)

You were still filtering through your entry paperwork when the rest of the team filtered into the bullpen. David Rossi, who had helped you land this job in the first place, nodded in your direction before disappearing into his office. “Hey!” Someone called from across the bullpen, “Y/N, right?” Emily asked, setting her go bag in the chair at her desk before making her way over to your desk.

Smiling in response, “It’s nice to finally meet you,” you responded, reaching your hand out for her to shake. It was nice to be in the BAU, complete with a promotion from Special Agent to Supervisory Special Agent.

JJ walked over next, waving, and introducing herself as the communications liaison. “I’ve heard a lot of great things from your old CARD team,” she said, “I’m sure your skillset will come in handy here.”

You nodded in affirmation, “That’s the hope!” You answered, smiling at the prospect of your old team singing your praises.

Next, Derek approached, reaching out his hand for you to shake. Of course, you obliged and grinned at him. Part of you felt like you were meeting celebrities, the BAU was a big deal in the bureau. “Derek Morgan,” he introduced himself, “How long were you with CARD?”

“Five years,” you responded, it was a long time for anyone to deal solely with child abduction, but your team had the best rate in the bureau. Besides, you found the work rewarding.

Morgan’s eyebrows raised in surprise, “that’s impressive.”

You nodded, “Thank you. I’m really looking forward to working with you all.”

JJ looked behind her, “Oh, have you met Garcia?” She asked, peeking around the corner to where the technical analyst's office was.

Glancing down at the cat-shaped stress toy that she had given you when you arrived this morning, you smiled, “Yes, she was the first to greet me this morning. I think I’m just missing Dr. Reid.”

As if on cue, the young doctor walked into the bullpen, he had a worn leather satchel over his shoulder and looked like he might be talking to himself, “Reid!” Emily called over, getting his attention, and causing him to change course, approaching your desk. “Come meet, Y/N.”

He adjusted the strap of his satchel over his sweater before you reached out your hand for him to shake. “Oh, he doesn’t…” JJ began, but her voice trailed off when Dr. Reid shook your hand.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Dr. Reid,” you said, smiling at him. It felt good to know you had finally met the entire team.

He gave a close-lipped smile in return, “Reid is fine, or Spencer.” He said as you each dropped your hands to your sides.

Noticing everyone looking back and forth between the two of you as if you had already managed to do something wrong, you gathered all of your paperwork in your hands, “I should get this to Hotch.”

The rest of the team got the message and started to disperse to their respective desks, Reid’s being adjacent to yours. “Welcome to the team, pretty girl,” Morgan said to you before turning to his own paperwork.

You hugged your paperwork to your chest as if you were protecting it. Quietly, you muttered, “I really hope that nickname doesn’t stick.”

Across from you, there was a short laugh, almost a scoff. “It will,” Spencer responded in the same reverent tone. For a second, you thought it might be a joke, but you could tell by his facial expression that he was serious.

[norrizzandpia]

You Don’t Even Know What She Looks Like? (Spencer Reid x Reader)

Summary: Spencer’s girlfriend has always been mentioned. Never has the BAU team been shown a photo or given a small rundown of what she looks like. So, when Spencer announces that she’ll be visiting the office to bring him food on a late night, well, you can guess the chaos that ensues.

Warnings: none, very fluffy

Note: aww my first Spencer Reid fic! I hope you all like it <3

The BAU had only ever heard about Y/n. Never did Spencer show pictures of her or give descriptions on her appearance because he wanted to keep the majority of her to himself for as long as he could. Even though she had told him numerous times that showing them pictures and giving them more than the occasional chaotic story was completely fine by her, he never could bring himself to. That was until he started being away a lot more because of a continuous string of cases, making it harder for him to see her outside of the office. The first time she asked to bring him food when he was up late at the office doing paperwork, he declined, rambling about how he didn’t want to have to deal with all the screaming that would go on from the introduction of his girlfriend.

However, the second time she asked, he had had a hard case, one filled with innocent children and one that hurt him the most. As he sat in the chair of his desk, eyes staring at the wall as everyone around him scribbled down words onto paper, he knew he needed to see her. He would’ve left right then and there, but the stack of folders sitting to his left made him completely reject the efficiency of that idea. So, when her name popped up on his phone with a small plea to bring him food, knowing he hadn’t eaten as much as he should with the case, Spencer couldn’t say no.

”Guys,” He said, standing from his chair and turning so he could face the rest of the team.

Everyone’s eyes averted to him. Morgan leaning back in his chair, “What’s up, pretty boy?”

He twiddled his thumbs, “Don’t freak out over what I’m about to tell you, okay?”

At this, Emily and JJ perked up. Penelope, the woman passing by in the hall and overhearing his suspicious sentence, slid into the bullpen.

With everyone’s slow nodding, Spencer broke the news, “My girlfriend is coming in to bring me food.”

”WHAT?” Penelope shouted, completely disregarding his wish for them to be calm. She dropped the folder in her hands, not concerned that classified information lay beneath, and sprinted over to the tall man she knew as her friend.

She shook him, her hands on his shoulders, “SPENCER, ARE YOU MEANING TO TELL ME I’M ABOUT TO MEET YOUR GIRLFRIEND?!”

He giggled, “Yes,”

Morgan gave a glance to Rossi, who was standing against the railing and smirking, before standing from his own chair and making his way over to Penelope, prying her off Spencer, “Okay, babygirl, Spencer asked us to be calm about this.”

She turned to him, eyes widened, “Calm? No way will I be calm about this.”

”I’m with her on this one. Sorry.” Emily admitted, the woman standing next to JJ as the two joined the group.

Spencer rolled his eyes, “Seriously, guys. Don’t scare her away.”

Rossi cocked his head, “Scare her away? If you haven’t already after six months, I’m sure we won’t.”

Spencer frowned just as Penelope yelped, “Is that her?!”

Spencer turned his head to the door of the bullpen, seeing a blonde woman emerge from behind it. He shook his head with a laugh, “Penelope, no. That’s not her. You don’t even know what she looks like.”

Penelope stuck her tongue out at him just as JJ hollered, “That her?”

A random stranger passing by, Spencer shook his head once more.

Morgan joined in, “What about her?”

A man. Morgan pointed to a man. Spencer gave him a glance as Morgan giggled, never getting bored over a good teasing.

Emily tried to guess as well, “Hey! What about her?”

”No! Guys, I will tell you when she’s here.” Spencer said with a slight annoyance. His girlfriend had just texted him she would go to get his food. There was no way she was here yet.

The group got tired after a moment of pointing out random women and all fell back into their paperwork. After about ten minutes, Spencer stood from his desk.

Everyone in the BAU froze.

When he saw their stares, he laughed, “I’m just going to the bathroom. She’s not here yet, but if you stare at her like that when she comes, I swear to God she will run the other way.”

”Hey!” Emily exclaimed, throwing a crumpled up piece of paper at him as he pushed open the door and turned down the hallway.

There was silence for about three minutes seeing as Spencer wasn’t there, watching his mannerisms and determining if Y/n was close or not out the window with him gone.

A creek sounded throughout the floor as the door was pushed open. Y/n stood, with a white plastic bag in her hand, looking out at the people working at their desks. They completely missed the entrance. With no eyes on her, she moved to Spencer’s desk and placed the bag on top. Her eyes glazed over everyone before she cleared her throat, “Um, does anyone know where Spencer is?”

Morgan’s head snapped up as JJ and Emily stopped writing. Rossi’s door swung open and he stepped out forcefully, not graceful in the slightest. As if she was summoned, Penelope flew through the door of the BAU, almost tripping on her heel as she returned from her hibernation in her office.

With all eyes now on her, Y/n blushed slightly. Spencer had mentioned that everyone would be a bit overbearing, but she didn’t know even the smallest thing like their stares would be intimidating.

Penelope moved toward her first, looking at her as if she was an alien, “Are you Y/n?”

Y/n nodded and the entire group erupted into loud overlaps of coos and compliments. Spencer’s girlfriend stood in the midst of them all, being pulled into Penelope’s arms as the colorful woman hugged her tightly. JJ and Emily told her they loved the way she had styled her hair, asking how she had done it, and Morgan interrogated her on how Spencer had managed to “smooth talk” her. Rossi just nodded his head at her and extended his hand, murmuring his name and how nice it was to meet her.

Spencer was walking back from the bathroom, down the hall, when he heard the excited voices. He knew then and there what the situation was, and his feet began to pick up. He was practically running toward the BAU glass door and when he reached it, he yanked it open.

Everyone turned to him, his girlfriend’s face peeking out from behind them all and he immediately softened. The twinkle in her eye, the blush on her face, he could tell she appreciated finally being given the opportunity to meet his chosen family. Spencer wondered why he even waited to introduce her in the first place.

The man made long strides across the office, muscling through the small number of bodies before getting an arm’s length away from Y/n, pulling her into him by the waist.

He turned to everyone, smiling widely as his hand smoothed over her back lovingly, “This is Y/n, my girlfriend. Now, you can pick her out of a crowd.”

[kimstills]

i can see you

pairing: aaron hotchner x f!reader

summary: "here i was thinking that i was special because you would only look at me with that desperate look on your face, but i see that you give any old man that look, right?”

content warnings: jealous!hotch, reader is a panther (aren't we all), bathroom sex, mirror sex, p in v, sexual tension, unprotected sex (r mentions being on birth control but wrap it before you tap it!), rough sex, dirty talk, size kink if u squint, spanking, hair pulling, choking, dom!hotch, sub!reader.

word count: 3.9k (y’all this was not supposed to be this long lmao)

notes: day 18 of @hotchfiles marchhotchness 'self-image' but also HEAVILY inspired by this post from @softhairedhotch because it made me go FERAL and i love jealous hotch (but pls lmk if taking inspo was okay!!) this is also my first hotch fic ever so pls lmk ur thoughts or any other feedback <333

aaron hotchner was not a jealous man.

he had no right to be jealous over something that technically did not exist or someone that technically was not his.

and although he only had himself to blame for that, he really did wish that you were his. and as much as he was telling himself not to be, he was jealous.

but it wasn’t the typical jealous where he watched you be approached by someone much younger than him—someone your own age instead of his—and by someone who already had him beat in reciprocating that flirtatious energy you often used on aaron himself.

no, this type of jealousy was one that was boosting his ego and making him feel lightweight, albeit the fact that it still made him see red.

it was a typical night out with the rest of the team, all of you having agreed that the eight of you were in need of a couple of drinks after some long weeks of paperwork and back and forth cases.

you were all engrossed in the conversation, but you had left the table to get yourself another refill on your drink and had taken far too long than it normally would have, the rest of the younger members—all besides reid—having decided on hitting up the dance floor throughout the time you hadn’t returned to your seat.

it was practically natural for aaron to look for you in a crowd, but what he hadn’t expected to find was you, sitting in a bar stool on the right side of the bar, being hit up by a man who had to have been a couple of years older than aaron himself.

the front hairs of the man’s head were peeking of several grey hairs, paired with a matching grey beard and an overall radiance that screamed of that older man type that you were apparently into.

the sudden revelation made aaron feel dizzy, the confirmation of your attraction towards older men making his pants tighten as he watched the way you stared up at the man with that sultry look of yours—the one where you were somehow able to perfectly mix mischief and innocence seamlessly together.

while you had used that look on aaron countless times before, times where it had been only you and him alone in his office, way past working hours, he had never done anything about it. but, god, as he watched you do it to someone else, out on the open, there was nothing he was currently regretting more.

aaron’s train of thought was interrupted as he felt someone kick him from underneath the table he sat at, whipping his head to the person in front of him only to find rossi staring at him with a smug look on his face.

he cleared his throat, “what?”

aaron mentally cringed at the way his voice wavered.

“you gonna be done being jealous anytime soon and make a move or are you just gonna sit there throwing daggers at the guy?” dave asked, brows raised.

he took a long sip from his drink, trying to avoid the question for as long as he could as he tried to compose himself, “i don’t know what you’re talking about,”

rossi rolled his eyes, “oh, please, aaron. you don’t have to be a profiler to notice the way you can cut the tension that’s between the both of you with a butter knife,”

aaron’s brows furrowed.

“you have all the confirmation you need right there,” dave pointed his thumb behind him, signaling at you and the man, “if that’s not enough for you, then i’m declaring you helpless at this point,” he let out a sigh, standing from his seat, “i’m going to get another drink and if i find you still sitting here, wallowing in your thoughts after getting my refill, i’ll go up to them and encourage her to go home with the man.”

aaron’s fists clenched at the thought. at the thought of you sprawled on the bed of another man, wearing that same look you had on just now and staring up at him as you—

his body acted faster than his brain did, and before he even had the chance to process what he was doing, he stood from his own stool, not allowing for another moment to pass by as he stormed over to where you and the man were sitting.

from your side of the room, you can see aaron make his way over to you through the peripheral of your vision, the excitement of finally getting a reaction out of him making your heart skip and your thighs press together as you took into count the way his fists clenched and unclenched at his sides.

the pressure you put on your thighs didn’t do anything to relieve the ache you felt in your core as he reached where you sat, coming to stand behind—was his name michael? although the stranger you had began talking to was definitely older than him, aaron was a good several inches taller, towering over the both of you.

he cleared his throat, cutting michael off from whatever he had been talking to you about as he turned around with a raised brow. aaron’s expression didn’t falter, not sparing a single glance at the man as his eyes landed on you, “y/n, can i speak to you for a moment?”

you mentally rolled your eyes. ever the formal one.

michael scoffed from in front of him, angling his body so that he was able to properly glare daggers at your boss, “we were in the middle of a conversation here, if you don’t mind?”

although your attraction for aaron skyrocketed in comparison to the man you had just met, you were thriving off of the jealousy radiating off of the one you wanted the most, the ache in your stomach only growing.

before aaron had the chance to shoot out a reply, you set your hand on michael’s forearm, giving him a small, but sad smile, “i’m sorry, michael,” you butted in, jumping off of the bar stool, “i’ll be right back, okay?”

another scoff comes from michael’s direction, “whatever,” he grabs his drink and rolls his eyes, “don’t even bother coming back,”

ew.

this time you actually rolled your eyes, grabbing at your drink and drowning the rest of it. you shrug, “older men are always a hit or miss,” you mumble, setting the glass down.

aaron’s hand comes to wrap around your wrist, a firm but gentle grip on it as he pulls you close to him, “let’s go,” he seethes in your ear.

you hide a smirk as you follow behind him, letting your body practically flail as you struggle to keep up with him. when he notices your staggered pace, he matches his footsteps with yours, moving his hand from your wrist to your waist as he guides you through the crowd and towards the hallway that lead towards the bar’s restrooms.

the both of you gave a silent thanks at the fact that there was no line, the hallway scarce and dimly lit with the exception of a few people standing together against the walls, either flirting or talking.

“what are you doing?” you ask, standing behind him as he knocks on one of the doors, his grip on your waist still very much present.

“you’ll see,” he mumbles, yanking the door open by the knob after no one replies and pulling the both of you inside before slamming the door shut behind him.

you try to take a good look at the interior of the bathroom, trying to guess if it was a good enough place to do whatever the two of you were about to do.

a faint gasp escapes your lips as you feel something hard press into your ass, immediately melting as one of aaron’s big hands comes to rub at the side of your leg, right below your hip. his whole body comes up behind yours, his other free hand coming to your stomach to press you into him.

“aaron—” you try to speak but get cut off as you let out another gasp, one almost like a sigh, as the hand that was rubbing at your leg sneaks further up and wraps itself around your hip, aaron’s thick fingers digging into your skin despite the material of your shorts that blocked his hand.

aaron dips his head so that his mouth is right next to your ear, his breath and the faint touch of his lips against the lower part of your jawline sending shivers down your spine.

“is this okay?” he asks softly, a total contrast from the vice grip he had on both your front and hip.

you nod quickly, your hand coming up to your right where he held your hip to wrap around his own.

“use your words, honey,”

the pet name makes you whimper and your thighs clench in spite of the fact that you were standing up. you let out a ragged breath as he awaits for your answer, the hand that was pressed to your stomach furthering down until it was right above your pelvis but below your tummy, pushing you further back until you could feel how hard he actually was.

you whine, your other hand coming to wrap around that one, too, “yes,” you sigh, “it’s okay,”

aaron presses his lips into that same spot below your jaw, gently and lovingly before whipping you around so that you were facing him and pushing you up against the counter.

not even giving you a chance to process what he had just done, his lips crash onto yours roughly, making you moan directly into his mouth. your bring your arms up around his neck, running your fingers through his hair and tugging.

aaron hisses, slapping at your thigh in a firm way that had you let out another moan.

“aaron,” you whine, pushing up into his chest out of desperation.

he hums, “do you want my attention now?” he asks through the kiss, “don’t wanna go back and talk to that guy you were all over just a couple of minutes ago?”

“no,” you mumble, huffing as he breaks away from you to wrap his fingers around your chin.

he chuckles as your lips form into a puffy pout, “here i was thinking that i was special because you would only look at me with that desperate look on your face, but i see that you give any old man that look, right?”

“no!” you whine again, your arms dropping from around his neck to wrap around his bicep, squeezing at the muscle to try and pull him closer to you, “just you!”

his confidence was beyond what it normally was, feeling you squirm from against him yet still wanting his touch, “really? so you weren’t planning on going home with that man? all those times you touched his shoulder or the times he would touch your thigh meant nothing?”

“yes, they didn’t mean anything!” you huff, “you’re the one i want to go home with all the time!”

aaron’s heart clenched at your confession, knowing that deep down you really did mean all the time. he had just never been sure if you truly were interested in living a joint life with him. up until now, that is.

he brings his hands to your back, right by your shoulder blades as he connects your lips once more. your shoulders relax and you lean into him with earnest, squeezing at the muscle from his bicep.

you hum, satisfied as he begins to run his hands up and down, resulting in the fabric of your shirt lifting with every time he went up, eventually ending up in nothing but rolled up fabric under his palm. he breaks the kiss once more to toss your shirt over your head and near the sink’s counter, leaving you in only your shorts.

aaron stared at your bare breasts, not expecting you to have not been wearing a bra despite the tight shirt you just had on.

you shiver under his gaze, opening your mouth to say something before he lowered himself and quickly attached a mouth to one of your breasts, the other one coming up to grab and squeeze at it. you moan, gripping onto the marble counter for support as he presses sloppy and wet kisses to each breast.

his fingers come to undo the button of your shorts, hooking them inside your panties before shoving both articles of clothing down your legs, signaling you to kick them off of you. you toed your shoes off as well, leaving you completely naked and bare for him while he remained fully clothed.

he turns you around gently, bringing you face to face with the sight of you completely stripped in the mirror, the image making you clench your thighs together once more as you stabilized yourself on the sink.

aaron’s hands soothed all around your body, a whimper leaving you at the feeling of his calloused hands groping at your breasts before moving down to your soaking pussy.

as if on instinct, you spread your legs open for him, practically inviting him to dip his fingers into your folds and inside your entrance. the thickness of both his index and middle fingers stretching you out. you knew you had always loved his hands for a reason.

a moan bounced off the walls as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, moving torturously slow before he began to pick up the pace. you could feel your slick drip onto the floor and probably onto the rest of his hand, but all you could focus on was shamelessly bucking your hips into your hand and spreading your legs for even more access.

“you’re soaking, honey,” aaron says, hand coming back around to squeeze at your breast again, leaving you gasping as he pinched your nipples.

you whimpered, “just for you,”

“‘just for me?’” he repeats, “not for anyone else, right?”

you shake your head no, pussy clenching around his fingers, “j-just for you, aaron,”

his hand left your breast to smack at your ass, making you jump, “good girl,”

with that, he takes his fingers out of you, a throaty whine leaving your lips at the empty feeling. you arched your back into him, but immediately stilled at the sound of him removing his belt filled the room. you watched from the mirror in front of you as he undid his pants button, reaching past his boxers to pull out his cock.

oh shit.

your mouth dropped at the sight of his dick spring out from where it had been confined, your slick hole clenching at nothing at how big he was. you knew that aaron hotchner was definition of big dick energy, always wondered what he was secretly packing, but now you wondered if you were going to be able to take it all.

he was thick, veiny all around with girth too thick that it hurt just looking at him. as much as you could tell you wouldn’t be able to walk after this, it excited you far too much.

you gulped, meeting his eyes in the mirror, landing on his hungry gaze, “is it going to fit?” you ask quietly, trying to bring your legs back together.

“we’ll make it fit,” he says, sounding confident of himself, a hand coming to stop you from closing your legs, “will you let me know if it’s too much?”

you take another look at his cock before giving him a determined look, “i will,” you nod.

he nods back, angling your head with his hand so he could press a kiss to your mouth.

you give into him easily, arching into him until you feel the tip of his cock slip through your wet folds and line up with your entrance. you had taken dick before, but never this big, so as he gave you one last look, you took a deep breath before feeling him sink into you.

you gasp, already feeling full by just the tip, though the slickness of your pussy helping you in adjust.

“still good, honey?”

you nod again, too busy focusing on how his length was stretching you out further than his fingers had.

smack!

aaron’s hand landed another spank on your ass, making you snap your heads toward him with a confused, dumbfounded expression. he glared, “use your words.”

you huffed, doing your best to not roll your eyes, “still good,” you replied, going back to focusing on how full your pussy already felt, “is it in yet?”

“almost, baby,” you whined again, pushing your ass back onto him and earning yourself another inch inside.

humming in delight, you felt aaron begin to move, setting a slow pace as he inched himself in and out to get you used to the length that was already inside you.

“aaron,” you sighed, “give it all to me,” you pleaded at him through the mirror, “i can take it,”

he studied your expression, all needy and flushed as you tried to buck your hips further back to fill yourself up more, “let me know if it’s too much,” he warned.

you nodded eagerly but didn’t get a chance to reply as he shoved the rest of his length inside, the tip immediately hitting that one spot. you gasped loudly, the feeling of his whole cock inside you awakening a hunger inside of you, “fuck,” you moaned, dropping your hands so that you were resting with your elbows on the counter, “please, aaron. move,”

he hesitated for another moment, and just as you were about to look behind you, you felt him begin to move, pistoling his hips into your ass roughly.

you let out a shriek, your hands grabbing at anything you could reach in order to stabilize yourself as he began to mercilessly pound into you from behind. he slipped his dick in and out of you each time, your pussy hugging the veiny length each time he did.

the sounds your juices made due to you being soaked vibrated against the room each time his hips hit your ass roughly, and it only edged you on further.

“a-aaron,” you moan, breasts jiggling against the cold sink as the girth of his cock stretched you out, “aaron! oh, fuck!”

you thought you had felt good getting his attention when you were back flirting with the guy, but nothing could have prepared you for the feeling of his dick slamming into you.

from above, aaron grunted and groaned, fingers and nails digging into your hips harshly as he pounded into your perfect pussy. he loved the way you clenched around him, taking it back perfectly each time he slipped back in.

his hand reached for your hair, wrapping his hand around it and pulling you back until you were flush against him with your back still perfectly arched. he dropped his hand from your head to wrap around your neck, fingers digging into the sides.

you gasped, not having a choice as you looked at him through the now foggy mirror, the image of your body rocking with every smack against your body only adding onto the sensation.

“such a perfect pussy,” aaron grumbled into your ear, “this pussy was made for me, wasn’t it sweetheart?”

you did your best to nod regardless of how weak your body felt, of the way you could feel your slick drip down to your thighs or the way you were drooling from your open mouth, “belongs to you, aaron,” you mumble, surprisingly coherently despite the way he was choking you.

“yeah, it does,” he grunts, free hand coming to grab at your stomach again before pushing against the spot where his cock was evidently sliding in and out of you, making you squirm, “this greedy pussy belongs to me. not to that bastard you were flirting with, right, honey?”

you nod again, eyes stuck on the tummy bulge you currently displayed, your hole clenching at aaron’s cock even tighter at the way the indent disappeared when he slipped out versus when it reappeared when slipping back in.

“feels so good, aaron,” you mumble, saliva dropping from your lips and onto your pointy, practically rock hard nipples that jiggled with each thrust.

“yeah?” he asks, breath hot against your ear, “taking it so well for me, such a good girl,” he praises, hand leaving from your stomach to slither down to where your bodies connected.

you let out a squeal as his middle finger slipped through your finger and his index began to rub furiously at your swollen clit, the feeling making the knot in your stomach tighten and tighten.

you babbled aaron’s name like a loose mantra, bodies rocking together as he quickened his pace after realizing that you were close to orgasming, hand tightening around your neck and finger rubbing even faster than before.

“c’mon, honey, come for me,” he encouraged, “come all over my cock, pretty girl,”

it was all the confirmation you need to let yourself go, body shaking and aaron’s name being repeated as you chased the high, glad that he was holding you up with his hands as your whole body stuttered.

the feeling of your pussy clenching and unclenching around him violently made aaron groan, sweat dripping down his body as he began to reach his own high just from the way your body reacted to orgasming from his dick. from the way he was fucking you and from the way he was naming you as his own.

you could feel his pace falter from behind you, lazily meeting his pace as you tried to encourage him to finish, “come in me, aaron, please,” you whined, needing to feel him fill you up to the point where his come would leak out of you, “fill up my pussy, aaron,”

he gave you a look of unsureness through the mirror before you nodded at him, “i’m on the pill. it’s okay. please,”

that had been all the confirmation he need for him to finish inside you, his cock twitching inside you as his seed filled you up, making you moan as you rode out your own orgasm, still clenching tightly around him.

you giggled at the way his body practically toppled onto yours as he tried to catch himself, bodies pressed together as he held onto the counter with his dick still inside you.

he snaked his hand around the side of your face as his breath evened, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek and shutting up your whines as he pulled out from inside you with a kiss to your mouth.

“jack’s at a sleepover today,” he says after a few moments of silence.

you inch an eyebrow at him, watching as he leaned over to grab some toilet paper, snatching some off the holder before wiping himself clean of you and wincing at the sensitivity as he wiped gently at your own folds and thighs, “is he now?”

he hums, tucking himself back into his boxers and quickly buttoning his pants to help you put your own clothes on, “he is,” he grabbed your discarded shorts and parties from the floor and signaled you to lift your legs, “we can go home and i’ll wake you up with breakfast in bed and ask you to be go on an official date with me in the morning,”

your heart pulls as he buttons up your shorts for you, reaching for your shirt, too, “i’ll only say yes if we keep going when we get home,” you admit, making him freeze in his movements.

he pinched your nipple.

[reidsc0nverse]

pov: your instagram when dating spencer reid pt 2

TYSM FOR THE LOVE ON THE FIRST PART IM SO GRATEFUL 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

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(y/n) The phds are in idiocy

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dr.taralewis hes surprisingly very light

-> spencerreid1 Or you're just incredibly strong.

-> (y/n) spence...let's not lie to ourselves now

-> emilyprenty weren't you literally called a pipe cleaner reid??

-> spencerreid1 That's besides the point.

AaronHotchner You guys know this isn't what the jet's used for correct?

-> (y/n) yes dad 🙄

-> dr.taralewis it was for scientific purposes i promise

-> AaronHotchner @/dr.taralewis that being?

-> spencerreid1 How much further up I could get when we're already 15,000 feet above ground.

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(y/n) date night was a success 🤍 (it took three hours to actually make it since spence kept throwing flour)

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paparossi What the fuck is this abomination.

-> (y/n) pizza..?

-> paparossi Absolutely not, I'll be there in twenty, get ready to get schooled

-> emilyprenty LMAO you're in deep shit y/n

princesspennyg AWWW MY PRECIOUS BABIES I LOVE YOU SO MUCH @/derekm take notes

-> (y/n) love you garcia 🫶🏼

-> derekm Babygirl that pizza looks like shit

-> (y/n) @/derekm better than what you could make 🙄

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(y/n) He got a little wet

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spencerreid1 Why do you always bully me?

-> (y/n) it's out of love hun

-> emilyprenty because it's funny

-> (y/n) @/emilyprenty that too

jjareau Yet he still has a coffee in his hand

-> (y/n) you mean his cup of sugar and milk with a splash of coffee

-> princesspennyg i don't see a problem with that

-> (y/n) diabetes?

-> spencerreid1 That never stopped me before.

derekm pretty boy can swim????

-> (y/n) more like float and flop around

-> derekm Now ik what to add to the physicality test

-> spencerreid1 The world's just against me isn't it.

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(y/n) Arrested for being too sexy 😩

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Will_LaMontagne That's my wife??

-> emilyprenty not for long

-> (y/n) um emily what abt us 🙄

-> jjareau 3-way?

-> emilyprenty yes

-> (y/n) yes

-> Will_LaMontagne What..?

-> spencerreid1 You get used to it.

thanks again for all the love on the first part i love y'all omg lmk what else you guys would want to see!!! 🤭🤭

[foxy-eva]

Soft & Sweet

Summary: A confession between JJ and Tara leads to a night full of soft and sweet moments

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau x Tara Lewis

Category: Fluff, Smut

Content Warnings: (18+, minors DNI) drinking alcohol (responsibly), separation mention (Will & JJ), JJ struggles with her sexuality, implied homophobia, coming-out, kissing, fingering, oral

Author's Note: I wrote this for the Pride Writing Challenge hosted by @the-guilty-writer ! Happy Pride! I love women.

Word Count: 2.6k

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Girl's night with the BAU ladies was a very important tradition for JJ. They could all forget about their professional demeanor for at least a couple of hours and show one another a softer side. Moments of light-hearted laughter and gossip seemed so rare in their line of work.

To her surprise, JJ didn't find all of her friends' familiar faces when she entered Tara's living room. Once she learned that Emily and Penelope had to cancel at the last second, her heartbeat got much louder than she'd expected. 

"Guess it's just gonna be the two of us tonight," Tara told JJ while pouring her a glass of her favorite white wine. 

Little did Tara know how much the prospect of being alone with her both excited and terrified JJ tremendously. As they both sat down on the couch, it became even harder for the blonde woman to relax. 

Tara noticed that, too. She brushed it off as some initial awkwardness between friends who had only ever hung out with each other when other people were present. It was the first time the two of them were alone with one another outside of work.

Tara pointed at the glass in JJ's hand and chuckled, "You better take a sip of that, you seem awfully tense tonight."

"Sorry," JJ apologized. "I just have a lot on my mind." 

Tara's facial features softened at her friend's words. She knew how hard leaving a marriage could be but she couldn't even begin to imagine how much more difficult that was when children were involved. 

"Are the boys with Will tonight?" 

JJ nodded, a shy smile visible on her face when she said, "They'll probably play video games all night."

Tara then asked the question her friend usually dreaded, "How are you holding up?" 

To her own surprise, JJ didn't need to lie when she answered, "I'm alright."

Those past few months had been complicated and difficult but slowly JJ was settling into her new life without Will as her partner. 

"Apparently Will started dating again and I'm actually happy for him."

"What about you?" Tara wanted to know. "An attractive woman like you surely gets asked out a lot."

A rosy shade spread over JJ's cheeks at the compliment. She thought about it for a moment but quickly realized that no man had caught her attention in a while. She struggled to be honest with herself but there was no denying how much she longed for something – someone – else. 

Shaking her head, she snickered, "I don't really feel like going out with men right now." 

Secretly she hoped that Tara would catch onto how that sentence was worded but she just joined JJ in her laughter and said, "You deserve a little break. Enjoy life as a single woman!" 

It wasn't the first time JJ had managed to control herself enough to deceive the best profilers in the country but this time she really hoped that Tara would see right through her. She didn't, though. 

There was a lot of gossip shared between the two women as the night went on. JJ managed to lock her feelings away for just a little while longer. However, each time she brought her glass to her lips she couldn't help but think about how much she yearned to feel Tara's skin against them instead.

She was far from being drunk after the first glass of wine was empty but she still felt intoxicated by Tara's presence. JJ wondered how often she'd have to drop her sight to the other woman's lips until she would catch onto it. 

After placing her glass on the coffee table JJ realized that just looking at Tara wouldn't be enough anymore. She felt like her heart might burst any moment now if she didn't bring to action what she had been so desperate to do for weeks. In a moment of comfortable silence between the two of them, JJ leaned closer to Tara and whispered her name. 

Right before their lips could touch, JJ felt a light pressure against her shoulders. Tara's palms were gentle but firm at the same time, pushing her away and denying her the sweetness JJ longed for. 

"JJ–," Tara whispered but was quickly interrupted.

"Sorry!" The blonde woman said as she leaned back again, leaving more distance between them than necessary. "It's just… you look so beautiful and your lips look so soft and…"

Tara reached out her hand to touch JJ's arm in an attempt to soothe her. It didn't work. 

"It's okay, don't worry about it," Tara told her. "I really like you, JJ. It's just that I have learned the hard way that it's not a good idea to hook up with straight girls."

JJ's chest felt heavier with each word being spoken. She got up from her place beside Tara to walk a few steps away, her eyes fixated on the floor as she tried to hinder the tears from spilling over her lashes. 

"I'm sorry," Tara softly spoke as she walked over to her. "I didn't mean to upset you."

JJ carefully thought about her words, restructuring sentences in her mind to make sure what she was about to say was the right thing. She already felt vulnerable, almost as if Tara was able to take a glance inside her chest to see how JJ's heart was beating just for her. 

"I come from a very small town in the middle of nowhere," JJ began, unable to lock eyes with Tara. "Traditions were very important and I still clearly remember how they used to talk about the people in the city. Dating boys was my only option, anything else was just a foreign concept that would definitely never apply to me."

She finally found Tara's eyes, who showed her the softest look she had ever seen. It encouraged JJ to keep going. 

"I was still so young when I got together with Will. I never really had a chance to explore this side of me, so I desperately tried to lock away. And even when my friendship with Emily got confusing all those years ago… I still couldn't admit the truth about myself." 

She took several deep breaths until a timid smile appeared on her face. She realized how safe she felt in that moment. She knew that Tara was the right person to trust with what she would say next. 

"Now that Will and I are separated I finally want to accept and explore… my queer side," she admitted and reached out to find Tara's hand. "And I'm sorry about before but… you're just so beautiful, Tara." 

Tara knew that they didn't need to have all the answers tonight when she stepped closer to JJ until hardly any distance could be found between the two of them. Her fingertips made contact with JJ's cheek and she almost got lost in the ocean that were her eyes. 

It felt like it was the first time Tara truly saw JJ. There was no more need to hide anything from one another as they stared at each other with open chests and hearts longing to find their counterpart. There was no need for words to be spoken for them to hear each other anyway. 

I have wanted this for so long. 

I have wanted you for so long. 

When Tara leaned down no force in this world could have held back JJ from capturing her lips. She felt the taller woman smile into the kiss, even more so when JJ swung her arms around Tara's neck to keep her in place. The kiss was tender but wild at the same time, both women displayed a hunger for each they had rarely experienced before. 

Kissing Tara felt like tasting the first droplets of water after a lifelong drought. It was revitalizing and exhilarating for JJ to feel Tara’s lips move against her own. When Tara deepened the kiss there was no way for JJ to hold back the quiet sigh escaping her throat. 

While Tara still cupped JJ's face, the blonde woman's hands became curious, almost greedy. She let her fingertips wander over Tara's sides and hips, firmly gripping the fabric of her clothes in an attempt to hold herself upright when her knees suddenly became so, so weak. 

Without ever really breaking contact, they walked over to Tara's bedroom. It was then that JJ's brain caught up with what was happening. She pulled back to find comfort in the warmth of Tara's irises. She had already noticed JJ's hesitation.

"We can slow down," Tara offered. 

JJ shook her head. "No, I want this. I'm just a little nervous."

With a smug grin painted over her face, Tara purred, "Don't worry, I'll take good care of you."

There was not a single doubt in JJ's mind that Tara would keep that promise. They took their time to help each other shed each piece of clothing until they stood in front of each other in only their underwear. 

Gently, Tara pushed her lover on the bed only to take a moment to let her eyes wander over her body. They lingered on the places that still held evidence of battles of the past and the miracle of bringing life into the world. Instinctively JJ tried to cover one particular scar on her stomach with her hand but Tara didn't allow that. 

She sat down beside her on the mattress to carefully remove her hand again. "You don't have to hide from me," Tara whispered. 

Tara's gentle fingertips traced the patch of calloused skin for a second before she lay down beside JJ. Their lips made contact once more and forgotten was any cruelness the past held for either of them. At least for tonight everything that mattered was showing each other how sweet and soft life could be. 

When JJ felt Tara's lips tracing along her neck, the first moan fell from her mouth. Her skin felt like it was on fire and could only be soothed by Tara's touch. She became eager to feel her against every inch of her body, hurriedly reaching behind her own back to open her bra and remove the fabric. 

Tara was in no mood to tease her, too mesmerizing was learning each of JJ's reactions to her touch. Once her breasts were revealed, Tara didn't waste any time to caress them. But licking and nipping on the sensitive skin of her chest quickly wasn't enough for her anymore. 

Tara was getting impatient to taste the honeyed wetness JJ had to offer between her thighs. She kissed down her stomach until she reached the seam of her panties. JJ became pliable under her touch and opened her legs to make room for her. 

Tara sat up between her legs and once again took a moment to admire the beauty of the woman lying before her. Her pupils almost swallowed the blue of her eyes and the rosy shade on her cheeks seemed to become darker by the second. When Tara's eyes wandered further down JJ's body, she noticed that her arousal had already soaked through the fabric of her panties.

JJ was yearning for her lover's touch, sure that she would combust if Tara waited just a second longer.

"Please…" JJ breathed to bring Tara back from her reverie.

"Sorry," Tara chuckled as she hooked her fingers under the waistband of the lacey fabric. "It's easy to get distracted when you look so pretty for me."

Once the piece of clothing was removed, Tara kissed along JJ's legs before finding her core. She was glistening with desire and looked so ready to be tasted. As she felt Tara's tongue collect the sweet evidence of desire that had gathered between her thighs, JJ's entire body began trembling. 

She dared to look down at the woman between her legs and almost lost her mind at the sight of Tara’s face buried against her center. Closing her eyes and leaning back was the safer option for now, JJ decided. Everything was already overwhelming, Tara's touch somehow being too much and not enough at the same time. 

"More," JJ whimpered and Tara understood. 

She found no resistance from JJ's body when she carefully let two of her fingers enter her. Just a few more moments passed until JJ finally found relief, the sounds of her ecstasy falling from her lips while her body pulsated around Tara's fingers. Tara helped her through her high before finding her place beside JJ once more. 

Tara kissed her lover’s cheek, certain that she had never seen JJ looking more beautiful than in that exact moment. That innocent gesture wasn't enough for either of them, their lips quickly finding each other once more. 

"You're still wearing too many clothes," JJ snickered as she reached around Tara's back to undo her bra. 

The remaining pieces of fabric were soon dropped to the floor, giving JJ unlimited access to Tara’s skin. Without ever breaking their kiss, JJ let her hands wander over Tara's body, eager to explore every curve and dip within reach. The softness she felt under her fingertips was not unlike the warm and fuzzy feeling filling her chest. 

When her hand descended further down Tara's body, JJ felt her pulling back from the kiss. 

"Do you not want this?" JJ softly asked. 

"No, I do want this. I just need you to know that you don't have to."

JJ smiled at Tara's words and breathed, "I know, but I really want to. I have thought about it for weeks." 

Tara couldn't help but open her legs for JJ at her words. JJ gladly accepted the offer, her hand finally making contact with Tara's heat. When JJ felt the wetness practically dripping from her core, she couldn't help but moan. 

She took her time exploring the silken skin, almost as if she was trying to memorize each of Tara's reactions to her touch. Her folds felt so delicate against JJ's fingertips, a sensation she wouldn't be able to forget anytime soon. When JJ focussed her attention on the little bud, Tara began singing her praise in the form of moans and sighs escaping her throat. 

Tara's palm made contact with JJ's hand, leading it towards her entrance. Timidly she let one finger glide into her, any hesitation quickly forgotten once she was certain that Tara was ready for their bodies to connect like this. Adding a second finger, JJ moved her hand against Tara's core, focussing on the feeling of being enveloped by her. 

Tara felt herself becoming greedy once more, unable to wait to experience JJ in the same way. Her hand made contact with JJ thigh while she purred, "I need to feel you."

JJ adjusted her position to make space for Tara's hand, gasping when she made contact with her still sensitive folds. There was no time to be wasted when Tara let her fingers enter JJ's body. They worked their hands against each other's cores while fervently kissing one another. 

Each moan was caught by the other's lips, only ever separating when the need for air got too overwhelming. They felt as if they might melt into each other as they chased their sweet relief. Together they entered a state of pure bliss, Tara falling over the edge just a few moments before JJ fell apart for the second time that evening. 

They found their home inside each other's arms with heaving chests and mouths gasping for air. It was as if time stood still as long as they held each other close, the erratic drums inside the other’s chest impossible to ignore. With gentle fingertips JJ drew random shapes on Tara's skin, smiling to herself when they morphed into little hearts. 

And for the first time in what felt forever, JJ could finally indulge in the sweetness life had to offer. 

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[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

There's Beauty in Tragedy

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.9k

Warnings: home invasion, robbers, being tied up and gagged but not injured, mostly fluff

Summary: You own a multi-billion dollar company, and that means you're a target for a specific group of people who robs very rich. The whole experience is very scary but you meet the woman of your dreams because of it, so you can't be too mad at the situation.

Square Filled: crime scene (2023) for @cmbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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This big mansion is all to yourself. A dozen bedrooms and bathrooms, a big movie theater, a gorgeous indoor pool, a luxurious spa next to it, and that’s barely scratching the surface. Why do you need all this? Well, you don’t. You’re more than happy with living in a two-bedroom house that you can craft to your liking instead of a big place like this.

You make so much money that you had no other choice but to put it toward your dream house. Your heels click on the clean tiled floor as you walk into your sleek office where you know a hoard of emails are waiting for your response. For someone who is the CEO of the best jewelry company this country has ever seen, you have a shit ton of work you need to do.

Your passion in life is to make jewelry for people to feel beautiful in. It all started in the basement of your parent’s house like every other great company has. The first people you ever made jewelry for were your parents with jewels you found while camping one summer. They were so impressed that they told their immediate family who were interested in you doing this for them.

They told their friends who told their kids who told their friends and soon, everyone in town was lining at your door for your jewelry. That’s when you started taking commissions only for people who are willing to pay which is how you were able to buy your first car with your own money. Yes, you got a job when you turned seventeen so you can get experience under your belt even though you could live off what you were making on your jewelry sales.

Once the business got big enough to work out of your parent’s basement, you used your money to buy a small space in the local mall where you could extend your services to more people. You hired a few of your friends to help you with the business for a few years, and the company was only getting bigger.

It got to the point where you bought yourself your own building, and hired a call center team, IT services, mailroom workers, and a whole fleet of teams who could do the work you were doing back in high school. You named yourself the CEO of Shining Star Jewelry and retired at an early age.

You’re doing pretty well for yourself and you don’t like to hide it. You sit down at your desk and work on answering emails for a couple of hours. Afterward, you’ll make yourself some dinner and take a hot bath while watching your favorite TV show. The first hour goes by quicker than you thought it would, and you look at the time with a yawn. Maybe you can get away with cutting it an hour early.

You’re about to log out of your account when your security cameras pick up something in your backyard. Two men are in your backyard with a big black duffel bag slung over their shoulders with the intention of breaking in and stealing shit. They smash the back door and walk inside your home.

You’re not sure what to do in this situation. Do you hide? Do you run? Do you call someone? Your security alarm is set up to send a silent alarm to the local police if you don’t turn it off, so the police are coming either way. The only problem is, you’re not sure how long it will take them to get here.

Your fight or flight response kicks in and you choose to run in hopes they don’t find you. However, luck isn’t on your side because as soon as you step foot out of your office, both men stand in your way.

“Lookie lookie what we got here,” one of the men says.

They’re both wearing skull bandanas that they have tied over their face so that the only thing showing is their eyes.

“Take anything you want. Please don’t hurt me,” you beg.

“Tie her up,” one of them says.

The bigger man grabs your arm harshly and yanks you into your office. He takes out some rope, duct tape, and zip ties that will be used to subdue you. You have no clue if you’re going to lose your life, get raped, get injured, or whatever they have planned. Instead of fleeing like your body is telling you to do, you allow the man to do whatever he wants to do to you in hopes that he doesn’t hurt or kill you. He ties your ankles together with zip ties, your wrists are tied with rope very tightly, the zip ties your ankles to your wrists so you can’t use your hands, and duct tape is wrapped around your eyes and mouth so you’re forced to breathe through your nose.

“Are you done?”

“Yeah.”

“Let’s go. A place as nice as this must have good security alarms. The police will be here any minute.”

Both men leave you alone in your office to wonder what they’re taking and where they are. You have a lot of nice expensive shit everywhere that they can make a lot of money off of, but there is so much of it that they can’t possibly take it all before the police come.

Twenty agonizing minutes later, you hear police sirens outside your house. You’re not sure if the two men are gone, and if they are, you hope your cameras caught which way they went. Two officers knock on your front door to check if you’re alright. You try screaming as loud as you can but the duct tape is preventing you from making a lot of noise.

“Check around back,” one of the officers say.

Both of them split up to see if there is any disturbances only to meet at the back door which is shattered with glass all over the ground.

“NYPD! We’re coming inside!”

Both of them train their guns in front of them as they walk inside. They stick together and sweep each room one by one until they get to your office. They walk in and aim their guns at you thinking you’re one of the intruders.

“Shit,” the first officer curses and holsters his gun. He kneels next to you and takes the duct tape off first. “You’re okay, Miss. We’re here to help.”

“I couldn’t fight back,” you cry. “I am so scared.”

“I understand. Robles, help me with the zip ties.”

Both officers remove you from your ties. They didn’t kill you. Why? Paramedics come so they can check you out while more officers come to gather intel on what items the burglars stole, where they went, and who they could be. After the paramedics clear you, a female officer sits down with you in your living room.

“I know you must be scared out of your mind, but do you mind if I ask you some questions?”

“No.”

“Okay. Do you remember what the intruders looked like?”

“They had masks covering their face. I could only see their eyes. They were wearing skull bandanas around their faces. One was really big. He’s the one who shoved me into my office. The other one was really skinny. I probably weigh more than him,” you scoff. A look of realization comes over the officer’s face. “What?”

“Excuse me.”

She gets up and walks over to another officer. She whispers to him but the sound carries over to you so you’re able to hear her.

“Call the FBI. They’ve struck again.”

You’re not sure what’s going on or why the FBI needs to come here for two people stealing shit but you have no choice but to wait for them to arrive. They’re coming from Quantico, Virginia which is only an hour by plane. Three agents go to your house while the rest are set up in the NYPD station.

“Agents, thank you for coming.” You look to the left and see the most gorgeous woman you’ve ever seen. Blonde hair, slim, and from what you can tell blue eyes. “I’m Detective Faulkner.”

“I’m Agent Hotchner. These are Agents Jareau and Morgan.”

“You told me over the phone that this matches the other crime scenes?”

“Yes. My men found Miss Y/N in her office with duct tape over her mouth and eyes with rope and zip ties. The intruders wore skull bandanas. I read through the files that they’ve been hitting houses up and down the coastline, right?”

Two men have been hitting rich houses and stealing billions of dollars worth of things. They don’t kill their victims, but it’s suspected that they sell the items and use the money for their trafficking business.

“Yes.” JJ’s eyes look over at you and you look away to prevent her from seeing your blush. “Is this her?”

“Yes. She’s pretty shaken up.”

“I got it,” JJ says to her team and walks to you alone. “May I sit?”

“Please.”

“My name is Jennifer Jareau. I’m with the FBI.”

You’re still scared and traumatized at what happened to you, but you’re not going to let her know. She is too gorgeous to worry about you crying. Her eyes are bluer up close and her cheeks are rosy which comes from a natural tint rather than makeup blush.

“Jennifer? That’s a beautiful name. It’s suiting,” you flirt.

“Thank you,” she blushes deeper. “Can you walk me through what happened?”

You tell her exactly what you told the female officer earlier.

“After they tied me up, all I kept thinking was this is it. This is when I’m gonna die. I haven’t had time to look through my things but I had some pretty valuable items, most of which can be replaced. Is it true?”

“Is what true?”

“That these men have been doing this to a lot of other people?”

“Yes. They only hit victims who have millions to billions of dollars to their name, and they just so happen to strike in the richest city in America.”

“Yeah, I try to have the best security defenses but sometimes that doesn't even stop people.”

“We’re going to work hard in catching these guys and returning your items back to you,” she promises.

“Well, I appreciate that.” She moves her long hair out of the way to reveal she has a sparking diamond necklace on. That twinkle can only be found in one place, and you smile flirtatiously. “That necklace is beautiful.”

“Thank you. I got it for my birthday last year.”

“I knew I recognized it. I designed it. It makes your eyes sparkle.”

“You have good taste, then,” she blushes.

“Beautiful jewelry for a beautiful woman.”

JJ can’t help but smile at your compliment. She has to admit, she was taken aback by your beauty when she first saw you. You’re a victim on a case she’s working so she can’t pursue you but after the case… you never know.

JJ and her team work tirelessly to capture the two unsubs before they move on to the next state. They’ve been hitting one or two big houses in each city, only choosing two cities in each state, and they’re moving across state lines which is why the FBI is involved. They normally deal with serial killers and psychopaths, never really touching on serial burglars. You’re the first person in this city to have been hit, so they’re going to hit one more person before moving to the next big city in New York.

After the police left, you tried to go back to your everyday life without possession of your things, but you tried. The press got hold of the story pretty quickly so your PR team is working endlessly to try and get behind the story before your name is dragged through the mud. You’re on your way out the door when you get a call from an unknown number.

“This is Y/N,” you answer.

“Hi, it’s Jennifer from the FBI.”

“Oh, to what do I owe the pleasure?” you smile.

“Do you mind coming down to the station right now? It’s about the robbery.”

You don’t have to look at the time to know you always have time for her.

“Of course. I’m on my way.” You drive straight to the police station which is only a ten-minute drive. You walk inside and greet one of the officers. “I’m here to see Agent Jareau.”

“Y/N, I’m glad you could make it,” JJ smiles.

“I wasn’t busy. What did you need me for?”

“We realize the burglars are going to be hitting another house soon, and we need your help locating some people.”

“Do I get to work with you?”

“If you’d like.”

“No offense to the others, but they’re not as pretty as you are,” you wink. JJ blushes once again at your compliment and leads you to an empty conference room. “So, when you mean ‘some people’ do you mean ‘rich people’? As in, do I keep in touch with any other rich folk in the city?”

“Yeah,” she says sheepishly.

“Don’t be embarrassed. I actually like to keep a record of all of my competitors in the area including who has enough money to overthrow my company.”

“I don’t think that can happen. Your jewelry is one-of-a-kind.”

“That’s very sweet of you, Jennifer, but there are a lot of people who seem to think they can outshine me.”

“Right. Who’s on your list?”

“This list is gonna cost you. Would it be too much if I asked you to go grab coffee with me? You know, like a date?” JJ’s mouth opens and closes as she tries to search for an answer. Her pale skin darkens deliciously, making you think if the rest of her skin is the same way. “I’m sorry but you’re gorgeous. When I see something I like, I grab it before someone else does.”

“Look, I’m flattered you asked me on a date, but I don’t think it would be very professional since I am working on your case. It would raise suspicions to my boss, and I don’t want to ruin anything for anyone.”

“Completely understandable. What about after?”

“We’ll talk then,” she smiles.

You give her the list of every known millionaire and billionaire in the area that you have numbers for. If someone has money, you make it your business to know who they are. The list is handed to their technical analyst, Penelope Garcia, to see if she can narrow down the very long list. The list you have in New York City alone is over seven hundred residents who are targets for this duo-team.

With Penelope’s help, that number is drastically decreased to less than fifty using the parameters they are searching for. The FBI and NYPD work on calling every person on that short list to make sure they know what’s going on and how they’re a potential target. All of them answer but one, and that’s the one that the FBI is going after thinking the two unsubs are going there.

From what you gathered, they were in the middle of a heist with bags of jewels, cash, and other expensive items when the FBI and NYPD showed up. They’re not killers but they don’t like to be cornered. If they really do work for a trafficking ring, being caught is worse than being dead, so they decided to shoot their way out.

One of them died and the other was apprehended and arrested.

They haven’t had time to sell any of the possessions they stole while in New York, so all of your items were returned back to you. Your PR team used this to your advantage to make this seem like a happy ending for you in the eyes of society. If the public can sympathize with you, then you won’t face backlash for something that wasn’t your fault to begin with.

It isn’t fair but that’s the way the world is.

JJ escorted you back home when you told her you didn’t feel safe going back there alone. She took this as an opportunity to be alone with you knowing it’s why you asked her to take you home in the first place.

“I appreciate you taking me home,” you say when she walks you up the stairs to your front door.

“I didn’t want you to feel unsafe.”

“I want you to know I will be working with my team to increase security here so we don’t have this issue again. Though, it’s such a shame to see you go. I thought we were having fun.”

“We were,” she smiles.

“Here, take this.” You reach into your purse and grab one of your business cards and a pen. You scribble your personal phone number on it since your cards only have your business phone number. “I can work remotely anywhere in the world or not at all. It’d be a real tragedy if I never got to see you again. I hear Virginia is nice this time of year. I’d love to take you out.”

“I’d like that, too.”

“Call me.” You open your front door and step inside. “Or if you have some time right now, would you like to come in for some coffee?”

She looks at her watch and shrugs.

“I got some time,” she smiles and steps inside.

x

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[oneshotnewbie]

BAU Team x Reader:

A story where Readers best friend gets kidnapped and they try to find her. When Reader and the others find her and she is alive, Reader gets totally aggressive and beats the shit out of the kidnapper. Emily and JJ are shocked how protective you are about her, and Hotch/Morgan have to get you away from him.

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The cold winter night covered the city like an impenetrable veil when you opened the door to your house. The snow crunched under your boots and the icy wind whipped your face. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your turbulent thoughts. But the news that reached you a few hours ago didn't let you find peace.

Your best friend had been kidnapped.

An iron lump formed in your stomach as you remembered the last words Olivia had said to you on the phone. Panic and helplessness threatened to overwhelm you, but you forced yourself to think clearly. You couldn't just break down, not now when Liv needed you.

So without hesitation, you jumped into the shower, changed your clothes and threw yourself back into work. As an FBI agent, you were used to dealing with pressure, but this time it was personal. You combed through files, analyzed traces and consulted colleagues. Days and nights passed, but there was no sign of exhaustion. Sleep and food had become unimportant in your mission to find Olivia. Only the tireless search drove you, even if your strength was steadily dwindling.

Your colleagues quickly noticed that you were overextending yourself. Emily and JJ were the first to notice your worried behavior and tried to get you to rest, but you stubbornly refused. The worry in your friends' eyes didn't leave you, but you couldn't let the fear and desperation overwhelm you.

"You need to take a break, my love," Emily urged as she found you at the desk, surrounded by stacks of papers and empty coffee mugs. "You are only harming yourself that way."

You glanced up from the papers, your eyes tired and drenched in sleeplessness. "I can't stop, Em. Not while Olivia is still out there." JJ stepped closer and gently placed a hand on your shoulder. "We understand how you feel, but you also need to think about your own health. Olivia wouldn't want you to sacrifice yourself for her. Let Morgan drive you home.“

"No. You DON'T know how I feel, damn it!" you complained, your friend's words only half getting through to you. Your mind was trapped in an endless maze of possibilities and scenarios on how to find Liv. The minutes passed into more hours, the hours into days, and still there was no concrete trace.

Finally, after a seemingly endless search, you found a crucial clue that led you to your best friend. With a last spark of energy, you and your colleagues stormed the building and when the door to the dark hiding place was pushed open, a bright light flooded the room.

You immediately rushed forward, followed by Morgan, Hotch and the girls. The relief was palpable when you found your best friend, alive and unharmed, in a small side room.

The bonds that had held you captive fell to the floor, cut by Hotch, and you sank to your knees, tears of relief and tiredness streaming down your cheeks. You hugged her tightly as if you never wanted to let her go.

But while the others were busy freeing Olivia from more shackles, you noticed a figure at the edge of the intermediate door. It was definitely the kidnapper who had plunged you into this nightmare. The anger that overcame you was like a wild animal roaring inside you.

“You bastard,” you shouted, rushing towards him before slamming him to the ground. Your fists slammed into his body with unrestrained force as you poured all the fear, pain, and desperation of the past few days into each punch.

The air was filled with screams and the dull sound of punches as you sat on his hips, hitting him in the face again and again. The anger that had built up inside you was like a bubbling volcano that showed no mercy and all Emily and JJ could do was stand by, their eyes wide in shock as they saw your brutal determination.

“Y/n, stop!” the blonde screamed desperately as she tried to drag you away from your victim. But you didn't listen to her words. All you could think about was the torture this man had put your best friend through. The man was now just whimpering, but you still didn't stop.

Hotch also stepped forward, his face expressionless. "Y/n, that's enough. You're not going to help your friend by hurting him. HEY!" he shouted, but your mind was blinded by blind hatred and you fought Morgan's attempts to drag you back. You couldn't stop, not now that the darkness had you firmly in its grip.

It was Emily who finally found a solution. With a quick glance at JJ she nodded and together they managed to drag you away from the kidnapper. They each wrapped their arms around your shaking body from the front and back and led you away from the scene.

Your heart beat wildly in your chest as you tried to calm yourself down. The reality of your actions hit you like a blow and a feeling of shame washed over you. You collapsed into JJ's arms, exhausted and shaking from adrenaline. You, an experienced FBI agent and law enforcement officer, had let your anger get the better of you instead of trusting your training and professionalism. It was a serious mistake that you couldn't easily forget.

Emily tentatively placed a hand on your shoulder, rubbing soothing circles on your shoulder blades. You felt the warmth in the hug and gesture that proved the strength of your friendship. Despite your mistakes and weaknesses, you had always stood by each other, and that was the only thing that mattered. "It's over, sweetie. Olivia is safe and he will get his just punishment."

You nodded silently, but the bitter aftertaste of your actions remained and when you lifted your head from JJ's shoulder, you saw Hotch leading the kidnapper away while Derek carefully led Olivia to the ambulance. The relief of knowing your best friend was safe was overwhelming.

When you got home later, you swore to yourself that you needed to control your emotions better. The darkness that had overwhelmed you in that moment was never allowed to take over again. You were an agent of the law, and that meant you had to do the right thing, even in the darkest moments. In the days that followed, you finally took time to recover. The worry and strain had taken their toll on you, but knowing that Liv was safe gave you the strength to carry on.

[ddejavvu]

hello, mei!!! congrats on your milestone 🤎 yellow tulips with jj telling the team that you, who’s also a part of the bau, are her girlfriend please? <33 thank you sm!!!

come visit my flower garden!!

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"Oh, come on Emily, just spit it out." Rossi smirked confidently at her, "We're profilers, we know you're involved with someone."

"I'm not!" Emily scoffed, "Honestly guys, for such amazing profilers, you're missing the most obvious relationship in this room."

The team's cocky grins quickly gave way to a collective confused frown, and you joined in to not seem suspicious, though your heart was pounding.

Morgan took the lead, confident to a fault, "Spencer and JJ."

He punctuated his assumption with his signature confident smile, "Come on, they've been into each other since the beginning!"

"It's not me!"

"It's not Reid!"

The two spoke in unison, the collected blonde and the panicked brunette. Heads turned, not to Reid, but to JJ, at the accidental confirmation that she was one of the offending parties.

"Oh my god," Garcia looked offended, "And you told me nothing? I thought we were friends!"

"We are," JJ laughed airily, trying to sound casual though her cheeks were burning up, "Guys it's-"

"Wait. It's not me," Morgan raised an eyebrow, "And it's not Reid. And it better not be Hotch or Rossi."

"it's not me." Hotch confirmed, his voice holding a hint of amusement, and Rossi pitched in similarly.

"So you've got yourself a lady friend." Derek grinned, "You've got more game than me, bagging a BAU lady."

JJ scoffed, a hint of amusement twinging her features. But no one was done talking yet.

"So, Prentiss, that's how you knew? Congratulations, I-" Reid smiled kindly at JJ, but you cut him off with a huff.

"It's me."

All eyes were on you as you stood, crossing the room to where JJ sat.

"We literally wear matching necklaces with our anniversary engraved into them," You hunched over slightly, your necklace dangling before your chest as you plucked the silver chain from around JJ's neck as proof, "You guys are fucking blind."

[luvhotchner]

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summary: hotch and reader keep the team up while they’re on a case.

warnings/pairings: hotch x fem!reader x BAU, established relationship, swearing, use of y/n, no smut but sexual content implied, talk of vomit (as a joke), the team being menaces (as always.)

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