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DEREK MORGAN X READER FLUFF/HURT/COMFORT WHERE ARE YOU? WHERE ARE YOU DEREK MORGAN X READER FLUFF/HURT/COMFORT? DOESNT ANYONE KNOW WHERE TO FIND MY DEREK MORGAN X READER FLUFF/HURT/COMFORT?
MISSING: any derek morgan x reader fluff or hurt/comfort fanfiction of any kind. LAST SEEN: the total five oneshots/headcanons i could find on tumblr this evening [i've read them all and theyre so so incredible but please i beg why do no writers love derek- where is all of the derek fluff]
(if found please tag or send to @the-honeydew-diary immediately) [i can't find any and want it so bad but am not able to write my own rn]
please send help im desperate
[in exchange i will give you my undying loyalty, reblogs, and a big fat kiss on the lips (or a moodboard, or playlist, or spencer reid fic recommendations or or or please help)]
ok goodnight (derek morgan x reader fluff i miss you)
• Warnings: curse words, brief mention of drinking.
• Word count: 2870.
• A/N: I honestly don’t know what is this lmao I tried to write something after so much time but I don’t like it one bit tbh and y’all know me I’m too lazy to rewrite a fix so here it is lol bye love you all ❤️
One thing about Derek Morgan, he had never been a jealous man.
He had always been sure of himself, he had never envied anyone or anything, especially when it came to women.
But this was until he had met you. You managed to turn his world upside down, changed his way of thinking and seeing things and for the first time in his life he understood what it felt like to be jealous.
The relationship between you and Derek was a bit complicated. You worked together in the FBI, both being BAU agents. Working together didn’t stop you from getting closer, it didn’t stop Derek from constantly and shamelessly flirting with you, spending time together and building an increasingly close relationship.
Derek couldn’t lie, at the beginning he was just physically attracted to you, even if ‘attraction’ couldn’t summarize how feral he was for you. But, as time went by, you both got to know each other better, more deeply, and little by little he found himself attracted not only by your body but also by your soul, by your way of doing things, your character and he found himself wanting to spend more time with you.
Your relationship became deeper and deeper, until you slept together, which of course happened over and over again.
Derek didn’t know how to behave with you, he wasn’t used to having relationships with women that didn’t go beyond physical attraction and finding himself having feelings for a woman confused him.
Was it love?
He didn’t know, he never experienced it.
And this had created more than a few problems in your relationship.
You had started to distance yourself from him until you almost stopped talking to him, unless it was something related to work. You had always complained how it was just ‘sex’ and that you wanted more, you wanted a partner, a real relationship, you wanted to experience the love you had always dreamed about. But Derek seemed having trouble understanding this so he didn’t stop you when you stopped talking to him, even if he was suffering.
Derek had noticed it, of course, and he hated it.
He noticed everything about you, even if he had no right to.
He had noticed him too. The new arrival.
Agent Tim Novak, the newest member of the BAU. Young, good-looking, and unfortunately for Derek, way too interested in you.
Derek hated him. He despised him. So damn much.
He hated that grin on his face, the way he looked at you, the way he ran his eyes down your body with lust and desire. He hated it because Derek looked at you like that too.
It had all started out subtle.
Agent Novak would come in in the morning, a boyish grin on his face, two cups of coffee in his hands, and he would lean on the edge of your desk while he offered you one. Or during meetings he’d waste no time in sitting next to you, on the jet while you flew to a city for a new case, always bringing you stupid things to get your attention.
That bastard was always there, always in the way.
The worst part?
You seemed you didn’t mind.
To outsiders it might’ve seemed like the new agent was just a caring friend but not to Derek.
He hated that motherfucker.
Morgan had told himself over and over again that he didn’t care.
Derek Morgan wasn’t a jealous man.
He never had been and never would be.
There was no problem. He didn’t care how you laughed at the rookie’s jokes, how he seemed to have no sense of personal space, how he was always next to you, how he took every opportunity to touch you, even in a subtle way.
Derek’s blood didn’t boil when he saw Novak’s hand on the small of your back, for example, how he’d lean closer to you to whisper something in your ear.
He didn’t care.
He was fine, completely and perfectly fine.
“You’ll break the bottle if you keep squeezing it like that,” Rossi’s voice came like a buzz in Derek’s ears. That night, almost the entire team had gone to a club to celebrate the success of a case, you were with JJ and Penelope and, of course, Novak wasted no time in approaching and hitting on you.
“What are you talking about?” Derek replied, looking away from you before taking a sip of his beer, but then immediately returning his gaze to you and Novak.
He was pissed off.
But why? It was none of his business.
“You know what I’m talking about, Morgan,” Rossi laughed, amused by Derek’s obvious discomfort. “You look like you’re about to explode.”
“I’m fine,” Morgan replied angrily, taking another generous sip of beer. He almost had an aneurysm when he saw you laugh at something Novak said and put a hand on his arm.
And no, he wasn’t jealous.
“You want to tell me what’s going on between you two? You went from being all over each other every second of the day to looking at each other from afar like lost puppies and only talking to each other for work.”
“There’s nothing going on between us.”
“Oh come on, remember who you’re talking to, I have more ex-wives than money in the bank, I think I know something or two.”
Derek chuckled despite his anger but the smile died on his lips when his eyes met yours for a moment.
He tried to ignore how he felt like he had been punched in the stomach, how his heart started to beat so quickly he thought he was having a heart attack.
The rest of the group was talking but your attention was on him, on Derek.
You were the first to look away when JJ caught your attention again.
Derek sighed deeply, staring at his hands so he wouldn’t look at you anymore. But he couldn’t, it was as if a magnetic force was pulling him towards you.
“You can’t look at each other like that and say there’s nothing between you two,” Rossi urged.
“Rossi, I don’t want to talk about it, please.”
“Okay, okay, whatever,” he held up his hands in surrender, realizing that pushing would never get Derek to open up.
At some point JJ and Garcia walked away, leaving you and Agent Novak alone. He, as usual, didn’t seem to understand the meaning of personal space and would lean in and touch you at every opportunity. It wasn’t anything vulgar, nothing annoying, but Derek was losing his mind.
“If looks could kill, I think Novak would be dead on the floor,” Reid commented, earning a glare from Morgan.
“I’m not looking at anyone.”
“Oh yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that. You look like you’re about to get up and beat the shit out of him.”
Fuck yeah, he wanted to do that.
But he wouldn’t.
He’d act like a grown-up. He was a man, an adult.
But those sentences dissolved as soon as they were formulated when he saw Novak come closer to whisper something in your ear, his hand on your back.
He didn’t know if he had been hallucinating or angry, but Derek swore for a moment he saw your gaze on him and a small smirk on your lips.
It was imperceptible, but it was there.
That was when he understood. You were making him jealous on purpose.
And that was the final blow.
Derek stood up from the table, leaving his beer there and approaching you and Novak with a murderous look on his face.
“Morgan…” Novak greeted him smiling, oblivious to the resentment Derek felt towards him.
“That’s Agent Morgan to you,” Derek interrupted immediately, interposing himself between you and Novak. “I’ll give you two seconds to get out of here and if I see you near her again I’ll make your life hell, do you understand?”
The younger man turned white as a sheet. “I’m not trying…”
Derek interrupted him again. “Go. Now.”
Novak didn’t need to be told twice and just left, without even saying goodbye to the rest of the team.
“What the hell was that?!” You asked in shock, looking at Derek with a murderous look. He didn’t say anything, he just grabbed your hand and dragged you out of the place, after placing a fifty dollar bill on the counter. His pulse roared in his ears, drowning out the hum of the city as he stormed out.
“Morgan! What the hell is wrong with you? Let me go!” You struggled, to no avail as Derek’s grip on yours was very firm.
He turned so fast you almost stumbled back. His eyes, dark with something wild and unhinged, pinned you in place.
“No. There’s no fucking way I’m going to let you go,” he snapped, his blood boiling in anger as he continued to replay the image of Novak’s slimy hands on you. “I’m not letting you go anymore, I made this mistake once and I won’t do it again. You’re coming with me now.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you until you tell me what the hell is wrong with you! What’s your problem?! You don’t get to act all caveman on me now!”
“What’s my problem? You! You’re my fucking problem! You’re driving me crazy and I’ll be damned if I’ll let another motherfucker put his hands on you.”
Your expression softened and a smirk played across your lips. “Oh my, my, is Agent Derek Morgan jealous?”
He answered without hesitation. “Yes I am. I’m jealous of every piece of shit that is near you because it has to be me. I’m the one who’s supposed to touch you, make you laugh, smile, open the door for you, pull back the chair so you can sit down or bring you coffee in the morning, only me. And I’m jealous of every fucker who gets to do that instead of me.” He took a deep breath while his eyes were fixed on yours. His usual confidence was still there, but there was something else now—something raw, unfiltered.
“You’re right, you deserve the best the world can give you, you deserve more than just sex but I’ll be the one giving you the world, not Novak or any other man. I’ll give you everything you deserve and I don’t give a damn if you think otherwise, I’ll show you’re everything I desire and everything I’ve always wanted,” he continued, now like a raging river. Your smile had faded, giving way to a neutral but shocked expression. But Derek knew you. He could see the glint in your eyes, he could feel the way you squeezed his fingers.
“I can’t take it anymore. I can’t stand seeing that son of a bitch or anyone else near you, touching you. I can’t,” he blurted out, feeling every cell in his body on fire. “I…-” he trailed off again, taking a deep breath.
“I’m so sorry I didn’t realize this sooner, but I can’t stay away from you anymore. I can’t pretend nothing happened between us. I can’t wake up every morning and act like I don’t miss you so much it’s driving me insane—that I don’t hate opening my eyes and not seeing you next to me. That I don’t miss the way your hand brushes against mine in the elevator, or the way you smile at me—in a way that takes my breath away every damn time.”
You opened your mouth to speak, visibly shocked by his words, but he didn’t let you.
“And don’t you dare speak now because you knew. You knew I was here burning and aching for you, you knew I wanted to break every single one of his bones every time he came near you.” He closed the distance between you until you had to slightly tilt your head back to look him in the eyes.
His heart was pounding, the air was cold but he felt like he was going to explode. Derek was talking but he had no idea what he was saying, he had no idea if it even made sense.
“You think I don’t give a damn? You think I haven’t spent every single day these past few weeks pining for you, cursing myself for letting you go so easily? I know, damn it— I know.” His voice cracked, raw and desperate. “But I’m fucking terrified. I… I’ve never had a real relationship before, hell not even a healthy one. I know I’m a piece of shit, but I’ve never cared what anyone thought—never cared how they might react. But you…” He let out a shaky breath.
“You messed me up, so bad baby. You got in my head, and now I don’t know how to deal with it… I just… I feel so overwhelmed by what I feel for you it’s literally driving me insane. I don’t know how to act, what the hell to say, how to be what you need me to be.”
His hands curled into fists at his sides. “Everything I do is for you. You own me. You control me—my mood, my thoughts, my whole goddamn world. And it terrifies me.”
His breathing was ragged now, his fists clenching and unclenching like he was trying to physically hold himself together.
“Because I’ve always hated being dependent on someone else and, I know it’s not an excuse, that’s why I just let you go when you left. You were right, I was afraid,” he continued, “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want you. Hell, I want you like I’ve never wanted anyone or anything in the world, so bad it’s killing me.”
You stared at him, wide-eyed, lips parted, but still—he didn’t let you speak.
“I don’t know how to do it, but I know I want to be with you, I want you and I’ll be damned if I’ll ever let you go again.” He let out another breath. “I’ll try, I promise. I’ll do anything to prove you I’m worthy, I’ll give you everything you want and desire, I’ll worship the ground you walk on, I’ll make it my mission to make you happy just… Just please… Please, baby… Give me a chance, I’ll be so good for you.”
Silence crashed down around you, heavy and suffocating. His confession hung in the air, thick with something that felt dangerously close to heartbreak.
For the first time, Derek looked away, exhaling sharply, running a hand over his face like he was trying to physically wipe the emotion from it.
“Say something,” he finally muttered, voice hoarse.
But what could you say in that situation?
You didn’t speak, not even a word.
But you grabbed his face and crushed your lips to his, pouring all the feelings you had for that man.
You sighed and that simple and almost inaudible sound was enough to unleash a wave of shivers that ran through his entire body, making his knees weak.
A guttural groan echoed from his throat and he felt the weight lift from his chest, making him finally breathe again. His arms wasted no time in encircling your waist, holding you with so much strength it seemed like he was afraid to let you go, the fear you’d disappear paralyzing him.
His lips moved against yours with hunger and desperation, almost as if trying to make up for all the wasted time, that time he just looked at you from afar but was too scared to even talk to you. Hell, that single kiss wouldn’t have been enough to vent even a crumb of the visceral desire you both felt for each other.
“God I missed you so fucking much.” He breathed in the split second you pulled away, his mouth still practically on yours. He didn’t give you time to argue, for the umpteenth time that night, because he kissed you again, taking your breath away completely.
“I missed you so much too, you idiot,” you replied in a whisper, making him smile against your lips. “God what are you doing to me, Derek.”
His hands continued to shake as he gripped you, still in disbelief this was actually happening. He pulled away from you enough to catch his breath but close enough to rest his forehead on yours.
It was only then he realized you were still outside and not alone.
You moved your hands down his chest and he had no doubt you could feel how fast and frantic his heart was beating. His hands cupped your face, his thumbs caressing your skin, brushing your hair aside.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered into a kiss. “I’m so sorry.” He kissed you again. “I’m never letting you go again.”
You smiled and he almost collapsed. He couldn’t believe that you were actually smiling at him, that the smile that had turned his life upside down was finally directed at him again.
“Let’s just go home.” You whispered, and before he could say another word, you kissed him again—slower this time, softer, but just as devastating. “But don’t think you’ll get away from this so easily.”
He smiled, feeling so light and happy like he hasn’t been in such a long time. “I’m here forever baby, do whatever you want to do with me.”
And Derek, for the first time in his life, finally let himself have what he always and really wanted.
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Can I let ya’ll know that because of the way Morgan was brought up. . . Plays into the fact CULTURALLY AS A BLACK MAN his archetype be the most mysginistic. Please, it’s a nigga thing and that’s why you don’t get it.
Summary: Derek Morgan has never been and swore he would never be jealous… Until he met you.
A/N: Happy Black History Month!!! <3
Derek Morgan did not get jealous. Ever.
It was a dim Wednesday filled with endless paperwork. Sometimes Derek wished for a case on a day like this, something ot liven it up. Nothing was too exciting, well, except for a very excited Penelope Garcia, who somehow managed to convince him to try a new local cafe with her on their lunch break. Typically, he’d say no, but any excuse to get out of that office was one he was more than willing to take. He didn’t even plan on trying anything. The smell was too overwhelming, and it was busier than expected. Chaos really. But all of a sudden, the chaos faded, because in the middle of it stood you. You were near the display case, switching between the overhead menu and the treats in front of you. The air was knocked out of his lungs.
“Are you listening to me?”
Derek snapped back to reality. Penelope Garcia was staring at him incredulously. “Did you hear a word that I said?”
“Yes, of course,” he replied, unbelievably
Slowly, the tech genius looked over in your direction. “Wow. I see why you’re distracted. You are slightly forgiven right now.”
“Slightly?” He grinned.
“It’ll be fully if you go over there.”
“You do not have to tell me twice.” Derek made his way over to you. Not that it took too long, the shop was unreasonably small for the volume of people. He wasn’t exactly sure what to say, but his mouth started moving anyway.
“First time?”
“Isn’t it everybody’s?” You questioned.
Instant face palm. The store opened hours before; of course it was your first time. Derek found himself being uncharacteristically shy. It was like he wanted to impress you in some way.
“You got me there. Maybe I could buy you one of those muffins you’re eyeing as a recovery?”
“Does the muffin come with your number?”
What is happening? Is he being out-morganed right now? Your confidence was astonishing. If he couldn’t take his attention from you before, he definitely couldn’t now. He cooled his thoughts and said, “Absolutely, it does.”
Which brings us to now. You and Derek had been together for over a year, and he was more than ready to show you off. The only problem with that is you somehow managed to disappear. He was momentarily worried until he noticed something from across the room.
There’s a slight circle forming to the side of the dance floor. Naturally, Derek looks to investigate, only to find you in the center of the crowd, enthusiastically explaining something. He imagines it has to do with your career and the strides you’ve made in the last year. Maybe one of your recent hobbies, baking being his favorite of the bunch. Regardless of the conversation topic, you had clearly managed to captivate the crowd in a way he had seen before. Throughout your relationship, people seemed to flock to you. It didn’t matter when or where. Everyone was just drawn to you.
Part of him felt bad for being very clearly bitter. For starters, he was well aware of your allure. Your energy was magnetic, and he loved it. Secondly, you were obviously having a good time, and what more could he ask for? Still, the larger part of him held no remorse for the way he wanted to haul you far away from the sea of people and into a secluded area solely reserved for the two of you. The logical part of his brain knew better, so instead, he took a seat, never taking his eyes off of you while clutching his drink. He wouldn’t think about who you were talking to, who started too long, who stood too close, who-
“Whoa there, handsome you look like you’re gonna combust.”
Derek didn’t even need to turn to know how to respond.
“I’m fine, Garcia.”
“Garcia? You are most definitely not fine, Agent Morgan.”
Derek finally turned to meet the eyes of his dearest friend.
“I never thought I’d live to see the day Derek Morgan, ladies' man, gets so jealous he concerns several higher-up, hoity toity passerbyers,” she chuckles.
“I am not jealous.”
Penelope says nothing, just stares at him unamused.
With a sigh, he fully faces the blonde, “Babygirl-”
“You do know you have to go up to her if you want her attention, right?”
“She’s having a good time, why should I interrupt that?”
At this point, she’s done beating around the bush. “She likes you, dingus. If you go join the conversation, there’s no way she turns you away.”
Derek shifts in his seat, a sense of discomfort invading his body in an entirely foreign fashion. It wasn’t like him to feel nervous about approaching a woman, especially you. Truthfully, he hadn’t felt this shy or insecure since high school. Before he gained his height, his muscle, and his confidence. In a way, he was thrilled he could feel this timid. After everything he’s witnessed, everything he’s experienced, emotion tends to halt like brakes screeching to avoid alternate desecration. Okay, maybe he wasn’t thrilled right now, but that’s beside the point.
With a groan, he stood and assessed the room.
“Oh my goodness,” she exclaimed. “Please just go now before I lose my mind.” Penelope was equally proud and annoyed with her best friend. Proud that he finally found someone he can be happy with, but annoyed with his repressed emotional response
He chuckled as he downed his drink and made his way across the room to you.
You were entirely oblivious to the mental struggle taking place in your boyfriend’s head. To you, he was enjoying his quiet while you went on to eager listeners. You figured he’d join once he was up for conversation. Your assumption was partly correct.
Derek made his presence known. With a hand on the small of your back, he whispered to you. “Care for a drink?”
Who were you to deny?
You excused yourself from the group as Derek led you away to the bar. Once there, you ordered a water, citing your throat was dry from all the talking.
“Just a water?” he inquired.
“I’m not too thirsty,” you admitted. “Honestly, I just wanted some time with you.”
His face lit up like a kid on Christmas. “Oh really?”
You smirked, “Don’t act so surprised, Agent Morgan. You know you’re the only agent I like talking to that much.”
“And don’t forget it,” he quipped.
The two of you burst into laughter as the bartender gave you your drinks. Time passed as conversation flowed. No one joined or commented, and if they did, neither of you noticed. He was having such an amazing time, he almost forgot about his earlier jealousy feelings. Almost. Just as he fully began to relish your company, a stark reminder of your allure presented itself. He wasn’t naive enough to believe no one from your prior conversation would resurface; he was however, naive enough to believe all parties involved viewed you professionally.
“Excuse me. I hate to interrupt, but I had to follow up on our earlier conversation.”
Derek looked at the man, then back at you. You looked just as confused as he was. Unfortunately for him, you were too nice to turn the man away.
“Hi, I’m not sure which conversation you’re talking about. Not sure if you noticed, but I talk a lot.” You laughed.
As if his night couldn’t get any worse, the man begins to introduce himself. Something about being an agent, which isn’t that impressive considering Derek outranked him. Truthfully, he zoned out, too busy staring down the very unwanted interruption. Suddenly, he hears the words “dance with me.” He immediately locks back in.
Astounded, you reply, “Excuse me?”
“A dance. Ya know, you, me, the dance floor, maybe a date if all goes well.”
Absolutely not. A date? The audacity of him to even insinuate the possibility, as if Derek wasn’t sitting right there. You didn’t even get the chance to answer before Derek cut in.
“Unfortunately, they’re busy dancing with me, so.”
“What, you’re going to be dancing all night?”
“Yes, actually,” Derek replied as he held his hand out for you. You gladly took his hand without sparing a glance at the stranger. He could’ve been a good guy, but you weren’t interested in the slightest. You weaved your way through the crowd and onto the dance floor. Slow music hit the stage as you arrived, the lights shining, illuminating the already present, invisible glow the two of you shared.
“So we’re gonna be dancing together all night?” You asked, biting back a smile.
“For the rest of our lives, ideally, but all night works too.”
You smiled at each other before finally sharing a kiss. The rest of your life is definitely something you could get behind.
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I see a lot of Derek Morgan fics where the reader is jealous of him flirting but I wanna write that in reverse. Like the reader being really confident with an aura that attracts and Derek not being used to being jealous. Imagine the notorious player realizing he’s actually jealous and a little offended that other people want what’s his. We see he likes girls that are confident with their own thing going on, ie savannah so it would make sense. Should I write it? If I did I’d probably do both versions yk confident oblivious of her aura reader and shy slightly jealous/ insecure reader 🤷🏽♀️
Ps. To the anon that requested the Spencer’s sister reader I did not forget about you and it’s in the works 🥳
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