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MOREID

Courier | FIC SERIES, same AU ILYDM is set in | An AU where Derek Morgan is an assistant for one of the many billionaires in America, and is tasked to take out his boss's possible partners on a date first before he does; and finds himself falling over another, more charming, billionaire. By the name of Spencer Reid, rich because of his many occupations. And nothing can possibly go wrong, because he's so nice and more compassionate than any other loaded professional he's ever seen. So he can't help but feel joy blossom in his chest, as the date goes horribly for the billionaires.

MORCEID

Lilo | SFW FIC SERIES | An Au where the first time the rest of the BAU has ever heard of a Dr. Spencer Reid was through a not-so secretive phone call, the name fondly said by their technical analyst herself; followed by very interesting word choices by hers truly.

If you were to be so kind | NSFW FIC SERIES | Reid knows everything that has to do with sex, with it being such a common theme among the criminal cases they get in the BAU; and Garcia and Morgan are willing to see how much he knows with a little social experiment between them and the genius himself.

GARCEID

Nothing hurts More than This | NSFW HURT FIC, nsfw as in oh my fuck the other is being tortured kind of way | Garcia and Reid are trapped in a hostage situation, and It's so hard for her to look away as Reid leads the unsub to his bait - his so called 'genius plan' that consisted of him getting hurt to the point of near death; so Garcia doesn't have to.

MORCIA

Stupidity at its Kindest | SFW FIC, hotchreid side pairing | After Morgan finds himself wandering aimlessly around a dog park with Clooney, It's almost as if the universe heard his bemoaning and decided to give him the chance to meet someone that'll make his life less boring. Just so he could shut up.

HOTCHREISS

Morning Starts | NSFW FIC SERIES <- lots of morning sex, set in season 7! | It's that time of Reid's life where sex is the only thing in his mind, and Prentiss and Hotch see that as clear as day. It would've been awkward, if only they weren't so infatuated with the man already; then maybe the first thing in their mind wouldn't be how to accommodate to his urges and how to please him.

HOTCHREID

My kind of man | NSFW FIC | No matter how many times Hotch denies it; nothing turns him on more than a beautiful man curled up on a couch, reading a book, wearing glasses, and comfy as can be. It would only be a matter of time before Hotch can't stop himself from ruining his poor boyfriend, a common occurrence with Reid, who was the epitome of keeping calm & read a book.

Once upon a century | SFW FIC | Reid and Hotch had undergone their fair share of adventures, so many in their ever stretched life times that some were easily left in the past. But all of that changes, when Jack asks for a bed time story, and Reid decides to tell stories of his life like a story book.

Phantom Touch | NSFW FIC | Spencer, Single and Alone during one of the rare BAU black out weeks, wants to try out oral sex, and his mind suplies him a surogate partner to fill in the void of air and his own hands, to something more, and Aaron Hotchner seems to be the only one fitting enough for his sweet, disgusting sexual scenarios.

HOTCHMORCEID

HOTCHMOREID

Mind does Wonders | NSFW FIC | When Spencer's looking intently into the distance, it meant either he was thinking deeply or formulating a plan; all that Hotch is certain about today, is that Reid is getting lost in himself frequently, and the bathroom has been his favorite spot.

Like a family | SFW FIC | Reid is like a family, Hotch and Hank think so, and Morgan and Hotch can't agree with them more. Every day he goes through great lengths to make the kids's life worth while, so much so that one day; Jack calls him Papa, and Hank follows suit. He really was like family.

My hands are Cold | SFW FIC, jemcia side rel | it's winter and Spencer isn't used to the harsh new england weather, so Morgan lets Hotch into his plan, three days early for autumn; objective? Turn his house into a comfortable geek cave for their most lovable nerd.

MORREINISS

Loser Pool | NSFW FIC | Prentiss, Reid and Morgan are known to gather a crowd whenever they get too loud at each other; from bets, to lighthearted arguments, but what happens when neither of them could contain themselves in the conference room? An Audience.

MORCEREINISS

Devils Wear Prada | NSFW FIC, Monster AU | An AU where every unit in the FBI has at least one monster, and that's what makes the BAU so unique, They have two.

Sin Parade | NSFW FIC, same AU as Devils Wear Prada | Monsters naturally prey on the weakest, having their own perception on 'weak' and for both Prentiss and Morgan, It appears to be sexual pureness and there's only two agents in the BAU that're sexually pure.

+ sin parade adjacent blurb, pure sex

JEMILY

For as long as you'll have Me | SFW FIC, Somewhat Soulmate AU | Emily loved everything about the one and only Jennifer Jareau. She was elegant to her very core - her colors were unlike any other. White meant she was one of a kind, but there were moments where she would flash pink -- and pink meant that she was with her forever lover, and she only did so whenever she spent time her.

JENREID

Enthusiasm | SFW FIC, in the same universe as Lilo | JJ knows Reid more than Reid knows himself, so It's not odd that JJ has him on her emergency dial, the only bad thing is that some of their calls get a little bit too long. Calling even at the most unconventional times.

JENREINISS

JENCIA

PRENCIA

POLY!BAU ( excluding rossi and gideon ! )

Neck Bites | NSFW FIC | One faithful night after a case, while they're driving to the airport to get back to Quantico, stressed yet calm; the only logical thing for them to do was to take turns fucking Reid and Garcia in the SUV. Cause what else were they supposed to do?

Money Experiment | NSFW FIC SERIES | Hotch has been a single father for two years, and money is tight in downtown washington D.C with a son that he prioritizes more than he does himself. An opportunity surfaces itself to him, and he would be a fool to pass it off.

Kill for me | NSFW FIC, hannibal!au | It was fucked up, Reid knew that, but he would do anything for his significant others. Even if it meant he would have to get his hands dirty.

You're a Goddess, Woman. | NSFW FIC | Penelope loves her friends, but it hits hard when she realizes that they have been participating in ordeals she wouldnt mind to be apart of behind her back.

BAU ( including rossi and gideon ! )

It starts at May 16th | SFW HURT FIC | After the startling death of Diana Reid, The BAU organize a plan to help the young genius with his emotions. A Plan that they'll only hope help him grieve, to have him stay at their house, to avoid living in his apartment with so much reminders of his mother.

Reverse Shibboleth | HALLOWEEN FIC SERIES | People in a small town in texas are getting phone calls from their dead loved ones, that are becoming increasingly more desperate. ( prompt by @/creativepromptsforwriting )

Miracle Workers | BAU!CRIMINAL AU | Everything they did was driven by their wish for control; to have the world be safe from the ever constant fear of being hunted by their own. Blood, sweat, tears laid in long-stringed years that became more like a blur as they looked back to the times when they weren't in the comforts of each other, barely knowing how they managed to cope without their friends, the BAU and who they are now. Except of course Dr. Spencer Reid and David Rossi, who both remember things better than most, that they can never forget who they were and what they used to stand, battle, bleed and bruise for.

Dance with me, Death | NSFW FIC, nsfw as in wow that's a lot of fucked up deaths | In a Unit filled with immortals, it's not hard to connect the dots that everyone has stared death in the eyes before, and said no. Seaver finds that out, one by one. Starting with the infamous Agent Hotchner; her unit chief.

Puppy Luv | SFW FIC, puppy boy reid my beloved him :) | temporarily : the BAU handles a lot during their day to day lives, and Reid fully plans on being apart of the small proportion where they couldn't do anything but play along because who were they to deny him of his wants? not them, certainly not them. Garcia would kill them instantly.

Bark like a Dog, Talk like a Gentleman | SFW FIC | Instincts were hard to supress, so It was impressive to say the least to witness their freshest face push them down easily like it was as normal as breathing oxygen. Concerning as it was, and 7 years has passed, and only once has his facade faltered. Because it was april 1st, AKA Prentiss and Morgan's field day.

To see within the eyes of the beholder | SFW FIC | Garcia loves her team, but sometimes she needs to see them outside of their work. See them alive, see them fresh. So every year, she demands them to make their own 'vlog' and this year's was special. Because half the team has left, and tomorrow was her own leaving day, and the only thing she wants is to see them, one more time.

OTHER PAIRS ( i'm a sucker for rare pairs, yes i will suck in the side and reoccuring characters for this one, i love them all your honour )

Properties of W.L | SFW FIC, it's kinda jokey too but there ARE some nsfw jokes littered around | The team have all known JJ and Spencer for years, and both were the personifications of I'm happy with not spending money for myself. It causes an uproar in the conference room when the two of them walk in with expensive clothing, and pretty matching jewelry with the words 'property of W.l'.

MISC

Smooth skin, petite, and with a frame that fit the screen so well; he was a perfect blank canvas, and Morgan could only dream of changing that — the opportunity of being able to stain the untouched spots, from his neck to his thighs, stripped away to just promises because they are so far away.

The distance between Las Vegas, California, and Boston, New England was a calamity for the two, and he was convinced it existed purely to separate them. All 2,976 miles, to keep them away from each other.

He had talked about it to the man, once or twice, and they tried to make it up with constant phone calls, video calls, and texts until they could have time to see each other in person.

Adding up to the fact that, due to the FBI's wide jurisdiction, Morgan was moving around the entirety of the USA, constantly. Putting more miles, and very rarely less between them. It made them ache, yes but they coped through it the best they can.

Many nights had Morgan overthought; It was already hard enough to find the time to call each other, would it be easier to have each other or harder, when he always traveled around? if they finally meet?

With Spencer Reid having such little patience, paired with Derek Morgan's uncontrollable affection for the younger man, it would only take a matter of time— specifically two phone calls, to get him separated from everybody just to guide the both of them to ecstasy.

Bathroom, empty office, anything private enough to command Spencer to take off his tie, to show himself to the camera and suck on his fingers. Enough privacy to have his phone on speaker, to hear him make love on the other side of the screen, with the knowledge that he is thinking about him, making him feel good.

It would impair Morgan's job, they knew that, but it felt right.

Which left them with situations like this; the two are unable to wait longer than a few hours for Morgan to get back home from the case, and he ends up staying awake at the end of the day in his hotel room.

One hand holding his phone where he could observe his lover while the other hand waited for a signal to move.

Which he knew Hotch wouldn't like if he found out that one of his agents didn't sleep, much to his hypocritical habits. Many times had the unit chief reminded them all that the job is sensitive, everybody needs to have their head in the game. Especially Derek Morgan. only to be forgotten for a long-distance relationship.

So Derek tried his best to not get caught, waiting hours to make sure the others had settled into their rooms or rarely already asleep, going outside to check on some occasions when he had enough excuses to go to the vending machine. Which always got him a suspicious side-eye from his coworkers, who were hungry and needed a kick up like really bad cans of soda that had been there for too long but he never expected less from any of them. they were profilers, he was one too, so he knows how easy it is to make good educated guesses with the same effort as breathing.

It was just a matter of time before they make the connection, that Spencer Reid could be his career's destruction, and Derek Morgan was very ready to blow himself up for the good doctor. They already knew that he was seeing someone, and they already know of his habit of strong love; doing anything, risking everything. He had told them that himself, even, through experiences of vulnerability.

Experiences that he wouldn't dare share with anybody else, at least he wouldn't have a few months ago, when he didn't receive an accidental text from a professor from some college in California, with blocks of texts stacked on texts containing summaries of college-level topics that he guessed a student missed, from the very obvious,

"I assume that next week you'll be able to attend class?" at the end of it all. When Morgan asked Garcia to do a background check before he replied, because of course he wasn't dumb, one reply could set off a chain of events if the sender was a highly educated unsub, with really good acting skills.

When he didn't read through the file and realized that the person behind the screen really was a professor, and just sucks at texting.

When his assumption that the professor was an unsub easily debunked entirely when the file he was holding wasn't about just any professor, it was about the Spencer Reid, the same Spencer Reid that somewhat worked for the FBI and local police departments as a source of information, the same Spencer Reid with belts on belts of seminars hosted to his person. Talked about frequently in circles around the FBI, the name thrown around, used to be talked about frequently by Gideon, occasionally Rossi, JJ in times, and especially Garcia, who talked about him more in a personal sense. She had been the one to give him his very few social media handles, after all. 

But now, he was months ahead when all of that transpired. Where he can call that same Spencer Reid his boyfriend, and have the luxury of him being as eager to call Morgan the same; Boyfriend. and Spencer Reid was the best boyfriend. Caring, compassionate, well-educated, loving, and handsome to his very core.

Yet, If Spencer was a beautiful thing to Morgan, then Derek was a masterpiece to Reid.

Many mornings had Spencer waken up to worried texts from Derek, who had forgotten that they were timezones apart. When it was 7 there in Boston, it was 4 in Pasadena. Many nights had he also called, wondering what the other was doing, only to be surprised with a complaint from the other who was too deep in his sleep to realize it was Spencer who was calling; had it been 1 in Pasadena, It was 4 for the man in Boston. It was an entire thing.

After a few more days like that, it hit him how much they did care for one another. The relationship wasn't the sex, It was the intimacy, the love that layered it. How could he have been so foolish to assume that at the start, all Morgan wanted was a fuck?

They had days where Spencer would think that, this was it, he was going to die, only to be sent a text from their mutual friend Penelope Garcia that he wanted to call him to see if 'he was okay' as if he wasn't the one who was knocked out a few mere minutes ago, but he was in a hospital bed and they couldn't afford for him to move, or even make a call to his 'mystery woman'

And that mystery woman was Spencer.

"I'm pretty sure they've threatened to literally strap him down multiple times," She had said to him one day. in the comforts of their 4th call, and every time he picked up thinking it was Derek, it was them again. Garcia and Reid, always equally as terrified as him as she bared him news about the shared, most important person in their life.

Both worried to their death beds, ironically, that he wouldn't make it.

"But do not fret, Our dear Derek Morgan is a good boy with a good heart, he loves making nurses favor him, death is no match."

And Spencer had thought about that conversation, quite literally replaying it in his mind, every time he was in danger. Derek Morgan is a good boy with a good heart, death is no match, and with every passing day — her words never failed to be true.

Yet he was so foolish to think that this wasn't love, that it was just the worry that one would naturally experience. Basic human instincts.

But as he looked back; after the sex, there was aftercare, during the calls there would be words that were left behind but still trailed the air, words that hold the meanings of 'I love you' and 'I hope that you're alright' to be replaced with questions of how the case was going if there were any.

The intimacy, two words replaying in his mind, alongside the three words that he's repeated millions of times. those being, Morgan, Please and Fuck, plus all their variations. as he felt himself get lost in the world of just the two of them, in a call, alone and so so in love.

White oversized sweater partially taken off, as it hanged against his shoulders, covering his chest but not his stomach. Never his stomach, because that was Morgan's favorite part of his body. His eyes almost always finding themselves focusing in on it, moving up and down with heavy breaths. Thumbing in a trail that made sense to Spencer, who's head was leaned back off-screen, imaging his hands replaced with the famous Derek Morgan's instead.

And if Morgan were to say that the scene failed to take his breath away, he would be a damn fucking liar. Morgan could only dream, that he was there. It looked vivid with his eyes closed, he could almost feel himself in the moment;

The very sight of the young man made Morgan feel light, swimming in the clouds, pure euphoric as he pleasured himself to the sight of Reid's body. To the sound of his high pinched whimpers, begging for Morgan to finally man up and fly to his apartment in Pasadena and to ruin him so beautifully, to make him feel so right.

In the same wavelength as Reid, Morgan was getting lost in his own world, too. Drifting in sexual pleasures; enjoying the sight of his boyfriend touching his legs, opening them wide to the screen. Little fleeting moans echoing from his speaker, Morgan could easily mistake it for heaven.

Reid's apartment, somewhere in Pasadena, simply being a background to the man as he kept himself steady in front of his laptop camera.

Fingertips wandering so nicely against his frame it made Morgan shake, licking his lips in that familiar way that the other could hear. Lips red, lips bruised like he had been kissed and it wasn't from the previous nights spent like this, where he had bitten down on them that they bled, or from nights where he was requested to suck on his own fingers. Him doing so, on command.

Spencer Reid looked like he glowed in the dark, the comforting shades of orange from his lamp framing his body from behind to the point he looked angelic. As angelic as he could be with what he was doing, at least. His legs beneath him as he sat patiently on his knees, his head going out of frame, only to go back in when he was deep in their little world and couldn't care less about the faces he was making.

The sweet, cute faces that never failed to make Morgan twitch.

Morgan, who was fucking into his own fist in tandem with the professor's whimpers and begs, as he comes in front of the camera, looking ethereal as he always did whenever he finished. It took a few seconds for him to come back down from the skies, the pleasure making his mind go blank of anything except for the two of them.

Specifically, the two of them. doing it over and over again.

And Morgan was eager to do it again, too. "you can give me another one, can't you baby? for me, please?" Morgan asked, almost inaudible compared to Reid's own desperate asks; Reid who was desperate and fucked out from his own hands that he wasn't registering that he was already touching himself after Morgan had asked so kindly.

Finally, it had dawned to him. Everything he was seeing, was far from how the professor presented himself daily; and that he was the only one who could make him look like this, turn into someone so desperate and dirty for him and only him. Had it been an ego boost, it was. but it was also an easy reminder, that Spencer offered equally as much in his relationship, as he did. Efforts shown both during sex, and the meanings behind his words now that make it obvious that they finally meant something.

They always had, he was just waiting for the other to realize that, too, and he finally did. Maybe even weeks before right now.

And that was enough motivation for their session to go all night.