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plug!spencer reid x fem!reader

word count: 2.4k

warnings: smut, dom!spencer, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), drug use (weed), mentions of drug use (cocaine, heroin)

summary: penelope takes you to meet her friends. you get along very nicely.

You flatten your skirt against your thighs, eyes raking over your body—your breasts, your waist, your hips—to be sure you look as good as possible. 

A yellow and black plaid pleated skirt stops at your mid-thighs, and fishnets cover the rest of your legs. Chains hang from your belt loops and a simple band tee is tucked underneath the belt cinched at your waist. Penelope painted your nails earlier today, and helped with your makeup, and cold metal dangles from your neck, resting against your chest.

You hook your finger in your keyring, stomping to the door in your platforms and making your way down the stairs from the top floor of your apartment building. Sitting in the driver’s seat, you take a deep breath before turning the key in the ignition, queueing up the directions to the address that Penelope sent you. It’s not that you’re nervous, but you’re somewhere along those lines. Only because you’ve never met the people at this party, and you’ve heard they’re not easy to impress.

You arrive at a brick building with a large “63” on the front, printed in gold letters on the glass of the front door. You park in a spot near the entrance, stepping up and into the mailroom, where the buzzers are located. You press down on the button next to “Reid,” and wait for the loud noise that indicates the unlocking of the door in front of you.

The stairs are marble, but the railing is creaky, and the hallway smells like a mixture of a hardware store and excessive amounts of marijuana, which you can only assume is coming from your destination.

A single knock on the door, and it swings open to reveal your smiley, bubbly best friend. “Y/N!”

“Hey.” You grin, accepting her tight embrace.

“Come in! Let me introduce you to everyone.” She takes your hand and closes the door behind you, putting her hand on your back as she guides you through the crowd.

You make small talk with her friends, decline a few drinks and a couple blunts, and finally meet the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen. Spencer Reid. 

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid

Words: 1.2K

Warnings: you could view this as a slightly unhealthy relationship If you wanted an angsty spin, but that wasn’t my intention :)

Nonsexual dom/sub dynamics :)

We don’t talk anymore, heaven knows. Except, of course, for when we meet in the Garden Of Earthly Delights beyond the willow tree, by the rotting abandoned saw mill, chasing the high of the first time we’d visited. It’s no different, really, from me and my stupid pills.

I can’t forget you.

You’re always right behind me, trailing my weary footsteps. Maybe the other way around. We’re not people, you and I, we’re worthless pawns of fate—I couldn’t brush you off if I tried, because there seems to be something much more powerful than the both of us that effortlessly yanks us back together.

(Am I trying? God only knows.)

We meet in the Garden, struck blind by the Earthly Delights, forgetting once again about the fall from grace and the curses and the torment, and you embrace me.

(It’s just a field of grass, is it not?)

(Why can’t I ever see that?)

You lie down in the grass with me. Hold my head in your lap and brush your fingers through my knotted hair.

Have you not been sleeping? You ask me.

‘I’m sleeping fine.’

You look exhausted.

‘This is how I always look,’ I say—‘you must have just forgotten.’

Forgotten my face, forgotten my eyes. Forgotten how sick I am, and how it’s reflected on my face.

(Am I so easily forgotten?)

You tell me you’re sorry, and that I always look pretty, as if I’m so shallow.

As if being pretty is what I want from myself.

As if “pretty” is what I want from you.

You languidly place a veiny hand on my abdomen, and I notice how your fingers stretch effortlessly from my belly button to the middle of my ribcage.

It makes my skin crawl.

I wish I were as tall and broad and angry as you.

I don’t like being weak, and I don’t like lying here being dwarfed by your hands as you pluck clovers and string them through my hair.

I feel like such a woman. I’m something far dirtier than that.

We split a sleeve of skittles. You leave me the yellow ones, because you know they’re my favorite, and I wonder if this is your apology.

I ask you whether we’re going to fuck. Why you brought me here.

Remember when we came hiking here? You ask me.

I suck the colored coating off of a yellow skittle, so that I won’t have to remember that it was yellow as it sits in my stomach.

‘No,’ I lie. Of course I remember.

We came here, and we said that if we ever settled down like plain folks and had a baby—

‘I’m not settling anywhere with you, and we’re not going to have a baby. I would rather die. Are we going to fuck or not?’

Can we just talk? You ask. Please? I missed you so bad.

Plead, almost.

You sound almost as pathetic as I feel.

I swallow my colorless skittle without chewing it, and it hurts my chest.

Derek Morgan deserves to be acknowledged for graduating cum laude from a T20 law school

Derek Morgan deserves to be acknowledged for his ability to face such horrible trauma in youth and let it mold him into a HERO rather than continuing the cycle

Derek Morgan deserves to be acknowledged for being one of the best profilers the BAU had ever seen, and for his unparalleled ability to get inside a perpetrator’s head

Derek Morgan deserves to be acknowledged for his willingness and ability to flawlessly carry the team on his back when Hotch was down and out

Derek Morgan deserves to be acknowledged for his “characteristics of a natural leader”

Derek Morgan deserves to be acknowledged for his expertise in obsessive behaviors and explosive devices

Derek Morgan deserves to be acknowledged for his endless patience and protectiveness towards Spencer, a very frustrating person at times, and for being there for him even when Spencer resisted help

Derek Morgan deserves to be acknowledged for his kindness and gentleness with children and teenagers in the field

Derek Morgan deserves to be acknowledged for trusting and respecting his female colleagues as equals to a much greater extent than Hotch and Rossi did

Derek Morgan deserves to be acknowledged for refusing to leave Penelope’s side after she was shot until he could be SURE she was safe, not out of any sense of obligation as an agent, but out of pure love and care for her

Derek Morgan deserves to be acknowledged for making the incredibly difficult decision to leave his found family of 12+ years behind to be a good, present father (something that Hotch didn’t have the strength to do)

moreid + “I really want to kiss you right now.” 

Reid is beautiful in the evening, Derek decides.