[ellesreids]

dove (she/her). nineteen. south african. woc. august leo. intp. part-time writer and wannabe cinephile. spencer reid's girlfriend (not clickbait) and elle greenaway's number one defender

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[ellesreids]

lilies — e. greenaway

Every imaginable part of Elle's body is aching, from her pounding head down to the steady throb in the soles of her feet. She's barely coherent behind the steering wheel as the neon green numbers on the little clock on her dash taunts her.

It's so late, and she feels horrible for her broken promise to you of being home early tonight, hence the bouquet of flowers laying on the driver's seat. She had made a quick detour to the little flower shop closest to the BAU, and she had to practically beg the old lady to reopen the shop for just a few minutes. They're your favourite, and she hopes it's enough to soften the blow of your expected bad mood.

When she opens the door to your shared apartment, the faint smell of dinner still lingers in the air, and her stomach growls at the prospect of a warm plate waiting for her in the oven. She hadn't even noticed how hungry she had been until now. She hangs her jacket by the door and makes her way further inside your apartment. She finds you in the living room, fast asleep in front of the muted TV and bundled up beneath a blanket. You look so peaceful, and she almost doesn't want to wake you, but she knows you'd be even more mad if she left you on the couch for the night. She makes her way over to you, placing the bouquet on the small coffee table before she's softly shaking your sleeping form.

You wake with a half-confused, half-frustrated sound, hand appearing from beneath the blanket to rub at your eyes. A small smile stretches across your face when you finally register that it's Elle in front of you, her brown locks framing your face like a curtain as she stands over you. She returns your smile with similar ambition, hand coming to smooth down the hair on the side you've been sleeping on as you raise yourself from the couch to sit upright.

"Hi," you finally say once you've completely woken up, droopy smile still ever-present. "Hi, sweetheart," Elle says as you pull your legs towards your body, making space for her to sit down next to you. "I hope you weren't up all night waiting for me?" she adds after a moment, hand absent-mindedly rubbing up and down your leg underneath the blanket.

"You know I always wait for you, Elle," you say, quietly and she hums in agreement. "And you know I hate when you do that," she counters, watching the way you roll your eyes playfully. "I won't stop doing it," you say very matter-of-factly, daring her to argue with you. She doesn't of course, relenting quietly and shuffling closer to you so that she can press a kiss to your forehead. She doesn't stop there; more kisses are pressed against both cheeks and everywhere else on your face her mouth can reach as you giggle softly at her antics.

When she pulls away, it's like your body calls out to her again, already missing the warmth of having her close to you after so long. "I missed you," you catch yourself saying, and her eyes soften at your words. "I missed you too," she says, "so much." Your skin feels heated under her loving gaze, and you duck your head slightly as you shy away from her attention. Your eyes then finally catch the bouquet on the coffee table, a small gasp of surprise and excitement escaping you, making Elle laugh. She reaches over to the table, grabbing the flowers and bringing them closer to your grasp.

"To say sorry," she says softly as she places them in your hands. You give her a confused look, bringing the flowers closer to your nose to smell them. "I knew your schedule long before I married you, Elle," you say as you lace the flowers in your lap, "I'm not mad that you couldn't make it tonight. Maybe a little bummed, but not mad,"

Her shoulders seem to deflate from your words of reassurance, and for a moment it makes you wonder how much guilt she carries because she can't spend as much time with you as she'd like.

"I made your favourite," you say after a moment of comfortable silence, "I can heat it up for you if you like? Knowing you, you probably haven't eaten anything all night." She laughs at your accusation, because it's true. She nods at your offer, taking your flowers as she makes her way to the kitchen, looking for a vase. You follow her quietly. "Will you sit with me though?" she asks as she waits for the glass vase to fill with enough water, looking over to you. "Of course, I want you to tell me about your day," you say with a smile.

The rest of the night the two of you bask in each other's company. She holds your hand as she tells you about her day, other hand hungrily poking at her food as you listen attentively. After she finishes, you both make your way to your bedroom where she drifts off against your chest while you read one of your books to her.

[alhashimis]

Natural Born Killer (S01E08) CRIMINAL MINDS (2005—)

[ellesreids]

TYRANT ★ A. HOTCHNER

@cinnamoncunt thank you for requesting this lovely I had too much fun writing it lmao ⋆ request here ⋆ slight nsfw content mdni

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Aaron Hotchner was a man of simple pleasures. He never needed much to be satisfied or content; you could tell this from the countless mugs he's received from Jack every Father's Day or the poorly gifted socks and ties during secret Santa. He never complained, always accepted whatever gift with gratitude and an almost-there smile.

One thing he finds great joy in though, is making you happy. He can't help it sometimes; he loves the way your eyes light up whenever he gifts you something he knows you've been eyeing for a while or when he gets to do something for you. He figures he'd pretty much do anything to make you happy.

Which is why it doesn't take much convincing for him to let you take a chance on the mechanical bull you've been eyeing all evening. You'd stood stagnant when you saw the contraption, just as it had launched someone off of its back, the girl bursting into a fit of contagious giggles once her ass hit the soft padding. And when you turned to him with that look, he knew exactly what was following.

"Have you ever even been on one of those things?" he asks a little sceptically. You shake your head no then shrug. "It can't be that hard. It's just for fun anyway," you say. You both know you don't need his permission, you're grown after all, but you still ask sweetly and he has no plan on denying you, so before he could really process it, you're making your way to the machine, thanking the operator as he helps you on and shows you how to hold onto the handle properly.

You shoot him an excited smile, which he returns shyly but not less enthusiastically. When the machine suddenly yet slowly starts moving, he watches the way your grip on the handle tightens and your smile falters for a quick moment. It starts off smoothly, and just when your nerves have calmed, it jerks so suddenly you almost fall off completely. It does this a few more times, in a way you don't know which way it will be moving or how fast, and Hotch smiles at your joyful laugh, watching the way your body gets whipped from side to side and back and forth.

He sees the way your thighs tense on the sides of the machine, a last-ditch effort to find some extra grip and when the machine turns its rear towards him and the small crowd watching, he can't help but appreciate how good your ass looks in those shorts, thighs glowing deliciously underneath the harsh light.

He can't really help it; he is still a man after all. Your man more specifically, so can you really blame him for admiring the way your tits jiggled slightly as you jerk back and forth? Or the way your slightly sweaty skin glistens in the warm light, looking good enough to eat.

Can you blame him for imagining how much better you'd look sat in his lap instead of on that damn mechanical bull?

He's so deep in his reverie he almost doesn't notice when you eventually do fall off, a breathless laugh escaping you as you accepted the operator's helping hand. You lasted longer than he thought you would, he'll give you credit for that. When you rejoin his side he tells you as much too, and when you giggle at his words it sounds like the sweetest music to his ears. You're still catching your breath, laugh airy and light and your hair's a bit of a mess from the fall. Your pupils are blown from adrenaline, and a thin layer of sweat covers you from exertion. His hand gently smooths down your hair and you give him a thankful smile that he swears makes his heart melt.

It's not much longer till the two of you find your way back home, the house uncharacteristically quiet without Jack's presence. Hotch makes a mental note to thank his aunt for agreeing to take him for the weekend, otherwise he wouldn't be able to what he has in mind.

He's like a man on a mission; lips attached to every and any exposed skin he can find as his hands travel down from their once modest position on your waist down to grab a handful of ass. You gasp into his mouth, lips detaching from his only to catch your breath and to give Aaron a once-over. "What's gotten into you?" you smile, hands wrapping around his neck.

"Nothing," he replies noncommittally, hands greedily grabbing and squeezing at your ass. The feeling makes you moan softly, and Aaron smiles softly at the sounds he always manages to coax out of you. You press yourself impossibly closer to him mouth pressing soft kisses to the side of his mouth and expanse of his neck while his hands wander your body.

You mouth finds the sweet spot right beside his ear and you press a kiss to the area before your lips graze his ear, making his whole body shudder in anticipation. "Thank you for taking me out tonight, Aaron, I had so much fun," you say softly before pressing a kiss to his earlobe and continuing your attack on his neck.

"Of course," he says, "I'm glad you had fun sweetheart." You hum sweetly against his skin, pulling away with a wet smack. "You looked so sexy too, had to stop myself from jumping on you the second I saw you" you purr, nose nudging his as your hands play in the soft tufts of his hair. "You're one to talk," Aaron says, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before his hands are grabbing onto your thighs and lifting you into his strong arms. Your arms tighten their hold around his neck as he leads the two of you to his room.

He sits down on the bed with you still in his lap, hands rubbing your sides sweetly as he watches you like a man under a spell. Aaron never shied away from telling you how beautiful you were, but the way he looked at you already spoke a thousand words alone, gaze always filled with admiration and endless love. It makes your heart ache when he looks at you like that, like he is right now.

Before you get too shy under his attention, you press your chest against his, mouth finding his in a searing kiss that has heat shooting through your body like lightning. It's then when you notice the dull ache in your cunt, a low thrum yet undeniably there. You press your hips down a little harder in Aaron's lap, trying to find some relief. Aaron groans against your mouth at the feeling of your heat pressed against and you giggle at his reaction, hips dragging your clothed cunt against the front of his jeans, the drag of denim against your throbbing clit making you shiver in pleasure.

He pulls away to look at you, at the way you're falling apart right in his lap with your eyes are closed in concentration and mouth agape as soft moans and barely-there whispers of his name escape you. He's entranced by you, mind briefly going back to earlier tonight when you had been riding that bull like your life depended on it. He likes to think that this is much better than then, beyond anything his imagination can conjure up.

"God, Aaron," you breath when the seam of your shorts hit your clit just right, hips stuttering as your grip on his shoulders tighten. You're already teetering on the edge of an earth-shattering orgasm—he can tell by the way your hips are speeding up and the soft hitching of your breath—yet before you reach that peak, he's swiftly lifting you from his lap and placing you on the soft sheets beside him, both of you making quick work of your shirts before he joins you.

The grounding weight of his body on top of you makes you hum happily, but it's not enough to forget the orgasm he deprived you of. He smiles bashfully at the angry pout you give him, kissing it away as his hands make quick work of the buttons of your shorts, pulling them down your legs and throwing them across the room in a very unceremonious manner. "I know, sweetheart, I'm sorry," he says sincerely when he notices you still pouting. His lips press warm kisses to your neck, down your sternum and across the softness of your belly until he reaches the hem of your panties, soaked through and sticking to your folds, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. "I'll make it up to you I promise," he says, pressing a kiss to your covered mound, almost making you whine in anticipation, hips bucking up towards him.

He gives you that look again, the one that has you clenching around nothing and lets you know that tonight he's planning on giving you everything you want and more, and the promise of that alone has you breathless.

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oops i accidentally dropped some files cause im clumsy and now i need to bend over to pick them up. oopsies❤️

[ellesreids]

please more office siren reader x spencer please! love it so much!

thank you!! I'm glad you like her, and I hope you'll like this one too <3 (office siren!reader here for context)

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You're pacing up and down the cramped conference room of the even smaller police precinct, heels click clacking as you walk a hole into the floor. Spencer notices your agitated state, attentively watching the way your eyes skim through the files for the hundredth time, unoccupied hand coming up to your mouth to bite your nails, but then remembering the manicure that protected them from the very habit.

He's trying to think of something to say to calm you down, but just the thought of having to lead a press conference has a knot forming in his stomach as well. Even worst, it's your first one — you've slowly been easing into your new position as communications liaison — and even though you knew this was bound to come, you were still nervous beyond belief.

Hotch opens the door to the conference room with a noticeable weariness, spotting you pacing the room as Spencer silently watches the scene unfold. You spot him then, and he gives what you believe to be a look of pity masked beneath the unmoving stoicism. "Ready when you are," is all he says before the door closes again. You take a deep breath as you listen to Spencer quietly start to gather his things.

"I don't think I can do this, Reid," you turn to face him, and he notices the way all colour is drained from your face and how your hands shake uncontrollably. You're looking at him like you want him to save you and it makes something foreign swirl in the pit of his stomach. You're usually the image of confidence and composure, especially when it came to doing your job, so seeing you like this is honestly unnerving to him.

"What if I mess up? I can't afford to mess up, the whole town will be watching if I do. JJ will never forgive me. Hotch will kill me." You continue your nervous tangent without really giving him opportunity to respond, but he waits untill you finish, giving him a desprate look as if to say say something.

"I'm sure you'll do perfectly," he says softly, giving you a small smile he hopes seems encouraging. "Besides, JJ and Hotch chose you they knew you could handle yourself" he continues. "You haven't let them down yet, and I'm sure you won't start now."

You take a moment to really digest his words, before a small smile stretches across your face. "You really think so?" you ask almost coyly, only looking for a little stroke to your bruised ego at this point. He nods, and you return the gesture absentmindedly before you're squaring up your shoulders and standing up a little straighter.

"You're right, this is nothing. I'll be fine." you say with a sudden confidence, gathering all of the remaining files that lay scattered on the desk before you made your way to the door, Spencer following shortly behind.

"Before I go out there," you say, turning to face him again, almost causing Spencer to bump right into you. "How do I look?" you ask him softly, a hint of that earlier anxiousness returning. He gives you a once over; your soft lilac blouse managed to not maintain a single crease or wrinkle throughout the whole day, perfectly tucked into your pants. Your hair is pinned out of your face, not a single flyaway to be seen, but soft coils of hair frame the sides of your face.

"You look perfect," he says without really thinking about it. Your smile grows unnaturally big at his words, so much so your cheeks hurt, and you try not to squeal like a schoolgirl with a crush. "Thank you, Doctor Reid," you smile sweetly, taking a moment to straighten his tie for him before you're turning on your heels and making a beeline to where Hotch and the rest of the team is expecting you. Spencer is left behind in the dust with a heart that's beating erratically and a mind that's reeling.

[brattyspence]

wet hair spencer spencer that just. got out of the shower. spencer who smells like drugstore shampoo in a green bottle. and soap. and he has lil stringy curls. glasses spencer with wet hair because it's a weeknight and he's in not work clothes. wet hair spencer in t shirt pajama pants spencer in sweatpants spencer wet hair spencer and he's soooo sooo pretty and

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Credit: @popsscloset (Insta)

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this is what i'd wear if i worked at the bau

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Endless gifs of Penelope Garcia

Somebody’s Watching-1x18

[ellesreids]

was talking to a moot about when beyonce was riding a mechanical bull to tyrant on her cc tour and how i have thoughts of how i want aaron to take me to rodeo were we go on rides, line dance, eat barbecue and be all lovey dovey while i spot a mechanical bull and beg him to let me ride it and while he watches me ride the bull all giggly he gets me home and shows me a good time is it possible if you could make my imaginations come true?

are you in my head?? my feeds been filled with beyoncé riding the mechanical bull and it's had my mind reeling!! I'm definitely gonna write something about this thank you for giving me this brainworm

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peak domestic spencer reid peak bf spencer reid peak spencer reid period i want him so bad hello are we kidding

[ellesreids]

Derek morgan head cannons please!

⊹ ik derek has this reputation for being a playboy, but once he finds a nice girl, he's settling down almost immediately, and with that, he becomes the sweetest and most considerate partner ever. his teammates have a hard time processing that he of all people is now going steady and very much done with his loose ways.

⊹ I think he'd want to keep the majority of the relationship under wraps, very content with keeping you to himself for as long as he can. (not because he's embarrassed, but because he's seen first hand how much his job steals from people and he just wants to protect you)

⊹ who's extremely protective, like to the point it becomes annoying. and God forbid you hurt yourself in his presence because he's putting you on immediate bedrest, insisting he has to take a few days off to take care of you. It doesn't even matter how small the injury is; his mind is simply stuck on you getting hurt at all.

⊹ he strikes me as someone who knows how and/or loves to cook. think of date nights at his place, the most heavenly smells filling his apartment as the two of you enjoy each other's company.

⊹ if you also work at the bau, the teasing would be never ending. you'd just mistake it as his usual flirty nature at firt, but there's nothing friendly about how he'd great you with your favourite drink placed on your desk every morning or how he'd insist on sitting next to you in the conference room or on the plane.

⊹ he tries to get you to join him when working out (key word: try). he insists he'll "go easy on you" but you know better. (he really just wants you to join because he wants to spend as much time with you as possible)

⊹ he insists on teaching you self defense and how to work with weapons because he wants you to be able to protect yourself when he's away on cases.

⊹ he's suchh a romantic. it's almost corny at this point, but you eat it right up. I'm talking bouquets of flowers sent to your job with cheesy poems attached to them or candlelight dinners on weekends and walks in the park. he likes laying it on thick (and it works)

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