there have been a few times where appa has landed and when the crowd gathers to greet the avatar, he's a little dishevelled with his clothes askew and tattoos emitting a soft glow.
then there's you who's in a similar fashion, a little messy and if one looks close enough, there's a slight tremble to your body.
both of your eyes are blown wide, as if you're coming down from a big high.
no one in the crowd notices, too busy welcoming the avatar and his spouse back home.
but one person sees all the minute details, turns to their friend and goes:
summary: As the youngest child and sole daughter of a respected Fire Nation general, you have been desperate to prove yourself since the moment you were born â so when Azula offers you a spot on a mission from the Fire Lord himself, you accept without thinking.
But as you end up embedded in the front lines of the war your family has fought for decades, you begin to question everything you've ever known.
warning(s): lots of fire nation propaganda as reader comes from a military family. implied/past child abuse, anger issues, canon typical violence, r is weird about zuko and azula and they are weird abt her.
**note: though this is a reader insert so while i wont be describing her appearance much or even at all, reader is a traditional fire nation girl meaning i imagined her like that while i was writing this, and she has hair long enough to put in a topknot which is described in many chapters because we are all about our honor here!**
read on ao3 | spotify playlist lol i dont have the email for the atlabeth account anymore so i had to make a new one
Warning: vulgar language, smut (literally right at the beginning đ), gossiping maids, its 2 am pls excuse any grammar mistakes...
Synopsis: You and Zuko are in your early years of marriage. Youâre a young couple with copious amounts of energy, when you two are alone intimacy is bound to happen. But what happens when you get a whisper of complaints from the palace workers. (2.3 k wc)
Your toes curled tightly, digging into the bed as your back arched off the silk sheets. Your eyes rolled back, an overwhelming wave of pleasure shooting through your body.
Your husbandâs head was buried deep between your thighs, your legs thrown over his shoulders. His hands gripped your hips firmly as his tongue worked against you. Your breathing was labored, this was your fourth orgasm of the night, and he hadnât given you a single break.
He pulled back with a quiet gasp for air, his fingers now taking place of his tongue, steady and relentless.
"Come on baby, I know you're close gimme one more and iâll let you go, promise." You whimpered gripping the sheets below you as your body tensed from the pleasure.
He pressed a kiss to your thigh before diving back between your thighs mouth focusing on your swollen sensitive bud with renewed hunger. A sharp gasp tore from your lips at the sudden rush of pleasure.
Your lower stomach tightened, your hands moving from the sheets to his dark hair, gripping tightly.
âZuâZuko, please⌠Iâm close!â
He kept the same pace. His amber eyes flicked up to watch you, hungry and intent, while one hand held your hips in place the other busy with two fingers shoved inside you pressed against your sensitive spot.
Your breathing quickened, your moans rising higher, more desperate.Your eyes squeezed shut so tightly you saw stars.
âPleaseâ f-fuck, Iâm close, Iââ Your words broke into a mix of a groan and a cry as your body finally gave in, the climax hitting you all at once as warm liquid squirted out pooling below you. Zuko didnât stop, he helped you through it, letting you ride out every last wave.
As it passed, your grip on him loosened. Your chest rose and fell as you struggled to steady your breathing.
When you finally looked down, his cheeks were flushed deep red. His bun had come loose, strands falling around his face. His lips were swollen and glistening as his chin dripped your juices. His expression low and satisfied. He looked unfairly hot like that.
His breathing was heavy as a tired smirk tugged at his lips.
âYou did well, baby.âHe peppered a few soft kisses along your inner thighs before pushing himself up and disappearing into the private bathing room.
You closed your eyes, feeling the adrenaline fade as exhaustion crept in. Sleep was just beginning to pull you under when a warm sensation between your legs made you jolt slightly.
âShh⌠itâs okay. Iâm just cleaning you up.â
You were too weak to respond, your body completely spent.
At some point during the night, Zuko moved you, stripped the bed of the ruined sheets, and settled back beside you, pulling a thick quilt over both of you.
The last thing you felt was the warmth of his body pressed against yours, soft kisses trailing along your shoulder and temple as sleep finally took you.
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The next morning, you woke up still wrapped in his arms, your head resting on his chest as you listened to his steady heartbeat. You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his chest.
Ever so gently, you shifted, propping your chin against him so you could watch him sleep. He looked so sweet and peaceful like this it was almost impossible to see him as the man who had ruined you the night before.
You giggled to yourself as you began pressing more kisses against his warm skin. That seemed to stir him. He took a deep breath, his eyes fluttering open, and the moment they found you, he smiled.
âYouâre awake earlier than normal. I figured youâd be out for the rest of the day,â he teased.
You rolled your eyes. âHa, you think youâre that good?â you shot back, already knowing youâd just gotten yourself into trouble.
A look of mock offense crossed his face before he suddenly flipped you onto your back. His bare chest pressed against yours, strong arms caging you against the bed.
âYouâre telling me you can go again? Already?â
You smiled, craning your neck up just enough to brush a teasing kiss against his lips.
You felt him twitch against your bare thigh, and you smirked into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him impossibly closer.
His hands slid down your body, gripping your thighs and guiding them around his waist as he pressed himself against your bare core with intention. You could feel him getting harder as a soft gasp left your lips.
You were deep in your morning make out session when a knock sounded at the door.
âFire Lord Zuko, you have a meeting with the general and urgent letters from the other nations. You are needed in the council room immediately.â That voice belong to his annoying Grand Steward who somehow knew how to ruin the mood every time, always managing to find you two when you run off.
You were reluctantly pulled back to reality. Zuko broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours. You let out a small giggle, your hand settling against his chest.
âCome on, maybe we can have breakfast together before you have to attend endless meetings today.â
You gave him one last kiss before he rolled off of you.
Before either of you could react, the doors slid open, startling you both. You scrambled to grab the blanket, covering your naked body only to realize it was your Head Handmaid, Akani. She was an older woman who was like a second mother figure to you, she always wore a scowl despite having a heart of gold. Once your motherâs head handmaiden, she had come with you when you became the Fire Lady.
Behind her stood your three ladies-in-waiting, along with three of Zukoâs personal attendants, who remained turned away by the door.
Akani approached the bed, holding out a robe. She handed it to Zuko, her expression unreadable. You knew she had been doing this for years, but that didnât make it any less embarrassing.
Zuko awkwardly cleared his throat. Akani rolled her eyes, gesturing for the girls to turn around. They did so, giggling quietly.
He quickly stood, wrapping the robe around himself, moving so fast it was almost comical.
As he left, the women continued to giggle amongst themselves. You lay there, utterly embarrassed as Akani fixed you with a look.
âAkaniââ
âA bath, shall we?â
You sighed, nodding.
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Later that evening, you were headed to your own separate meeting. The New Yearâs festival was around the corner, and you were in charge of planning and hosting. You didnât feel like putting on your formal wear, so you asked to be dressed in a robe with muted reds adorned with gold stitching, cinched at the waist with a matching belt and few pieces of jewelry.
As you walked down the hall, you tried to keep a straight face, but your calves and thighs burned with each step you took. You made a mental note to get back at Zuko later that night.
As you approached the door, your attention was caught by the fairly loud whispers of the servants inside. You held up your hand, stopping the guard from announcing your presence.
A young womanâs voice spoke, âThey were so loud last night the guards heard them all the way down the hall.â A few giggles followed.
âI heard them a few days ago in the throne room Lord Zuko was incredibly loud. He was basically screaming her name.â
âIâm surprised sheâs not pregnant yet. They do it any chance they get I donât know how sheâs not broken in two.â
âThe laundry maids say they have to change their bedding so often, itâs ridiculous. Sezei says her forearms have grown three times in size because of how much washing they have to do.â Your entire body began to burn with embarrassment.
âNo way!â another girl giggled. âOne guard claims he caught them naked in the river near the waterfall, late at night.â Gasps erupted throughout the room.
âThey say the flames throughout the castle will flicker uncontrollably when Lord Zukoââ
Akani barged past you angrily, sliding the doors open. âHave you all lost your senses, speaking of the Lord and Lady in such a manner?!â
You swallowed thickly, gripping your long sleeves in your fists. Your body was frozen in discomfort. The girls squealed like children caught by their parents, dropping to the floor, bowing and apologizing profusely. You dismissed them with a silent wave and they scurried away.
The meeting was a blur you couldnât focus, not even a little. Their words clung to you, replaying over and over in your mind. All you could think about was Zuko and you.
You were from a noble family. You knew servants gossiped it was inevitable, but never like this. Never about you, and never in such detail.
Yet somehow, that made the burn of embarrassment settle into something deeper⌠something harder to ignore.
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As the sun set, you went outside to clear your mind but that didnât help. With each servant or guard you passed, you found yourself wondering who had witnessed you and Zukoâs moreâŚintimate moments.
You couldnât even be mad. The two of you had been reckless when it came to your desires.
As the warm wind brushed against your cheeks, familiar hands gently wrapped around your waist. Your body subconsciously relaxed into him.
âHey, beautiful.â Zuko trailed kisses up your neck. You smiled, tilting your head to give him more access until you noticed the guard across the courtyard. You took a sharp breath and gently pushed him away.
âWe shouldnât do this here,â you whispered, looking down in shame.
Zuko tilted his head, confused. âWhatâs the matter?â You sighed, taking his hand and leading him back inside to your bedroom.
After explaining the fiasco from earlier in the day, Zuko sat in front of you in silence. His cheeks held a faint pink tint as he sank into thought.
âI never thought about anyone hearing us. Iâm sorry if I embarrassed youâŚâ
âNo, Iâ ugh. In the moment, I was ashamed and embarrassed I could barely move. Akani had to come to my defense, but⌠I donât know.â You dragged your hands down your face, trying to find the right words.
Zuko chuckled softly, reaching out to take your wrist. You looked at him with a pout.
âListen, if youâre bothered by what they think, I can have them dismissed while we participate in ourâŚactivities.â
You laughed, shaking your head. âNo need. Itâs justâ it was just jarring to hear it firsthand.â
He gave you a gentle smile, cupping your cheek in one hand. You happily leaned into his warmth.
âYou know⌠if they want to listen, letâs give them a show.â He smirked, a mischievous glint in his eye.
You sat there, giving it some thought. You had always been known as a poised, intelligent lady from a noble familyâ well respected, well mannered. What if word got back to your parents about how undignified youâd been behaving? You would be mortified the next time you visited.
Sex was meant to be shared between partnersâ husband and wife, notâŚ.oh fuck it. You were already married, so what the hell?
A small smile crept onto your lips as you nodded in agreement. Fine, if they wanted to eavesdrop then let them hear EVERYTHING.
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From late that night into the early morning, you spent hours tangled together, making love. Your sweaty bodies intertwined kissing, biting, pulling, teasingâ your lewd sounds echoing faintly through the palace. From the bed to the floor, the balcony to the wall, neither of you stopped until exhaustion finally claimed you both, and you fell asleep wrapped in each otherâs arms.
The next morning, you woke with a soft smile, draped across your husbandâs chest, the two of you tangled in sheets on the floor.
âMorning, sleepy head,â he murmured, a smile tugging at his lips though his eyes remained closed.
âIâm hungry⌠wanna eat?â He nodded lazily.
Your morning had been perfect so far. You dressed yourself in quiet before joining him for breakfast.
It was simple but divine light fish with rice, fresh fruit, and hot tea. The two of you spoke easily, drifting from meetings, to the New Yearâs Festival, to whatever leisure the day might allow. You were happy (sore) and completely worry free.
Your handmaiden, Akani, entered the dining area, your ladies just behind her.
âGood morning, my lady. My lord,â she greeted, bowing gracefully.
You smiled. âMorning, Akani. Morning, girls.â
There was a small silence, her gaze lingered a moment too long before she straightened. A faint, almost knowing smile tugging at her lips.
âI trust you both slept well?â
You opened your mouth to answer, then paused. Something in her tone made it clear she knew. She always knew.
Your eyes narrowed slightly. ââŚwe did.â
A quiet shuffle came from behind her one of your ladies suddenly very interested in the floor. Akani continued smoothly, âIâve taken the liberty of having your chambers thoroughly refreshed this morning.â
Your brow lifted. âRefreshed?â
âYes, my lady.â A beat. âVery thoroughly.â
Heat rushed to your face, your hand instinctively lifting toward your neck only to freeze when you felt the faint tenderness there. Beside you, Zuko picked up his cup suddenly taking interest in his tea swirling around. You turned your head just enough to catch the faintest hint of red creeping up his ears.
They heard. Good.
Akaniâs eyes flicked between you both, entirely too composed. âMay I speak freely?â You nodded in approval.
âI do hope your shared enthusiasm did not leave you both too fatigued for the day ahead.â
You pressed your lips together, fighting a smile. Zuko however, straightened slightly, setting his cup down with forced calm.
âThank you for your concern. We are perfectly capable of attending our duties.â
There was a brief pause then, almost imperceptibly, his chin lifted just a fraction. You bit the inside of your cheek, barely containing your amusement.
Akani inclined her head. âOf course, my lady.â She reached forward to adjust your hairpiece, that same knowing smile lingering, before bowing and taking her leave. You leaned back slightly in your seat, finally letting your satisfied smile slip free as you reached for your tea.
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CAN ANYONE HELP MR FIND THIS SPENCER REID X READER FANFIC IM SO ANGRY I NEED TO FIND IT
she was like a fashion designer and they go on a bad date and her heel breaks in the rain but they end up kissinh in thr rain snd her dress is super pretty. she has a big dog too. OH AND THEY LIKE HOOKUP IN THE BACK ROOMS AT ONE OF HER SHOWS CUZ SHES STRESSES
spencer reid son of athena x daughter of aphrodite reader
let me know if i should make this a series of sorts, i had a bunch of fun writing this mwah
spencer's always had a huge crush on you and everybody knew, he would turn bright red whenever you complimented his cardigans or hair and he would stutter like crazy whenever you talked to him like "oh -um i mean like i had an idea its really not that special and anyways im not even making it, i asked a hephastus kid to build it for me but- yeah its like uh a contraption for my cabin in capture the flag. what is it? oh huh," nervous chuckle "i cant tell you, annabeth will kill me, why? i mean, like- cabin 10 is on the opposing team." and he ends up telling you anyway.
besides the ares kids, everybody loves him cause he's such a sweetheart, and even some of the ares kids can't help but soften around him
and due to that, everybody tries to be his wingman when it comes to you, your siblings tell him the best ways to ask you out, his siblings giving him the same sort of advice but a bit more strategic and scientific like "you need to leverage rapport spence, and you need to do it during peak positive interaction." whereas hermes kids tell him to win the chariot race to impress you
since athena kids like their mother are resistant to love magic, everybody knows he's genuinely down bad for you
he takes everybody's advice but he decides to ask annabeth if he can do the chariot race (with the hopes of impressing you) with her which she agrees to because he is one of her favourite siblings
but to his despair you're also participating manning the aphrodite chariot all perfect and pretty and straight out of his dreams
he gets so distracted by the sight of you in your pink armour and matching flower in your hair his thoughts are literally just "oh my gods, she so so so pretty," he genuinely wonders if you are helen of sparta reborn (one of his pet peeves is when people refer to her as helen of troy because he finds it really weird to associate her with where she abducted to) but he decides you're just you and you'd probs outshine helen
he only snaps out of it when annabeth nudges him so that they can shout "glory to athena" he fixes his posture and shouts with annabeth in unison because just like most athena kids he's really devoted to his mother and takes a bunch of pride in being her son
but immediately after he puts all of his focus in your voice when you and your sibling shout "glory to aphrodite" fixating on your gorgeous smile and enchanting giggle
he whisper begs annabeth not to target your chariot "please annabeth, do you want the love of my life to despise me- if she even as so much glares at me i swear i'll cry and you'll have to steal the tv from the hermes cabin and watch every dr who rerun with me," "you want me to steal from a cabin filled with the offspring of the god of thievery?" "and you wanna harm an angel?" "i mean-ugh she's a really a sweet girl but she's not an angel spence." "i never knew you as a liar annabeth." they only stopped their bickering when the horn was blown
long story short nobody ends up winning because the hermes chariot was too busy messing about, demeter's chariot ends up breaking down because of the decorative vines that hanged a little to low, the apollo chariot had to be evacuated because someone thought it'd be a bright idea to get cabin 9 to help them rig flame throwers onto the sides of the chariot cause' you know god of light and all, ares chariot was too busy picking fights with everybody else including you and so the athena chariot because of spencer, was trying to defend you from clarisse's agression consequently defending everybody else which ended up in a more than uncomfortable situation for the son of athena
"oh look at reid trying to protect his little love," "what-no - i um im just tired of you bullying everybody clarisse," "no you just dont want to see your sweet angel go tumbling off her stupid pink chariot," "no stop- don't call her chariot stupid, you're stupid, she put a lot of effort into decorating and painting her chariot and she's not my sweet angel," "so she's not a sweet angel spence?" "not helping annabeth- she is a sweet angel just not mine," "yet?" "yet- wait umm, stop trying to trip me up with your godsdamned spear clarisse," "im gonna let that slide little prince because you've finally came clean about your stupid crush." "huh what wait."
and the genius turns around because he hears your unmistakable laugh your pretty pretty laugh and he slowly turn his head like one of those characters from the stupid sitcoms the hermes kids love to watch his entire face reddened bracing himself for his imminent doom being rejected by you
"aww spence, be my boyfriend handsome?" the son of athena thought he'd died and somehow earned himself elysium, but he soon woke up when he fell backwards off the chariot because not holding on when on a moving chariot whilst you get the best news of your life
somehow the genius didn't pass out rather he picked himself leaning on his elbows a smitten smile on his face and dopey looney tunes heart eyes, he was besotted he laughed crazily as you jumped out of your chariot walking over to nurse him back to at-least stability "i just want you to know that if in any universe i ever said no to that question some malevolent evil had possessed me." the first sentence he'd ever spoken to you without stuttering
and there on the chariot track you and spencer shared your first kiss whilst the entirety of the camp even the ares cabin clapped and jeered for you two, mr d groaned and told you two to 'break it up' but when you tried to pull away not having it whatsoever "don't do that angel." he mumbled quickly before pulling you back in completely disregarding mr d.
chapter 3: quest for mischiefâ mini mission, percy and you teaming up, first hints of trust and admiration.Â
chapter 4: sparks & secrets (LONG) â private moments between percy and you, small touches, deep convos, misunderstandings, then you and percy finally admit eachothers feelings . â> multiple parts.
chapter 5: queenâs child and sea prince (epilogue) â you and percy moments, potential smut?, light mission/showing your moments.
welcome, neighbor. below you'll find a categorized index of all current behavioral records, domestic scene reports, and morale documentation for residents of happy hills. files will be updated regularly. please refrain from tampering.
phone flyer â launch post â broadcasted message
ASSIGNED PARTNERSHIPS your assigned partner. your address. your problem
sweetheart reader â assigned to ssa hotchner
intern reader â assigned to ssa hotchner
bimbo assistant reader â assigned to ssa hotchner
bimbo receptionist reader â assigned to dr. reid
translator reader â assigned to dr. reid
shy reader â assigned to dr. reid
RESTRICTED FILES available to residents with appropriate clearance only.
polite reminders from the happy hills residential compliance board
confidential: session summary extracted copy
DOMESTIC SCENE REPORTS filed moments from inside your assignment. proceed with discretion.
ssa hotchner
five stars or bust a neighbor's suspicion forces you and hotch to step up your undercover performance.
heaven, help us you and hotch get shoved into a closet by tipsy neighbors for seven minutes in heaven
dr. reid
very neurotic, very attached the cover's at risk and spencer sells the lie a little too well by implying you were very, very busy.
getaway car a casual barbeque becomes the perfect stage for you to tease spencer into fluster, all while pretending you're happily married.
honey doesn't go back in the jar playing house gets complicated when you accidentally use a pet name on spencer
in the interest of plausibility during an undercover operation, you and spencer have to practice kissing so it doesn't look fake in public.
youâre elle greenawayâs little sister, although you donât exactly go around advertising that (the last name says enough). just when you think youâve wrapped enough barbed wire around yourself to become impenetrable, in walks spencer reid. heâs not what you expected. but maybe â just maybe â heâs exactly what you need.
â meet the reader here!
this isnât a traditional series, per se â itâs a character archetype universe showcasing the slow burn between greenaway!reader & everyoneâs favorite boy wonder, dr. spencer reid.
highly suggest reading as a series/in order, but the first 7 parts (up to/including liquid courage) can technically be read as standalone oneshots. things start to get more interconnected after that!
universe timeline begins in mid-s3 of criminal minds
⤡ elle greenaway left the BAU without saying goodbye. a year later, you, her little sister, walk in without saying hello. you wear burgundy lipstick, leather boots, and emotional armor. you wonât let anyone get close. or⌠will you?
blackout | âĄď¸ â
⤡ a power outage strands you and reid in the basement records room. his flashlight is useless, your lighter keeps flickering out, and youâre pretty sure you said too much â but somehow, he never makes you regret it.
bullseye | â
⤡ you didnât plan on staying late at the bar, hustling reid at darts, or flirting with him after trivia. you definitely didnât plan on the coffee waiting on your desk the next morning, either.
hot topic | ââĄď¸á˘đŠ
⤡ after an injury in the field, you patch spencer up with a skull-print bandage. he gets a little jealous, you get a little deflective, and a quiet moment passes at 30,000 feet where you both admit more than you mean to.
fever dream | ęŠ â
⤡ you donât get sick. you donât let coworkers into your apartment. and you definitely donât have vivid, full-body sex dreams about spencer reid. except today, apparently, you do all three. 18+ MDNI
night watch | â âĄď¸
⤡ ever since he showed up at your apartment (and ever since that fever dream youâre pretending didnât happen), youâve avoided being alone with reid. unfortunately, hotch has another plan: assigning the two of you to an overnight stakeout.
liquid courage | â
⤡ you never call anyone when youâre drunk â except tonight, you do. margaritas, glitter, and one reckless drunk dial later, youâre in spencer reidâs car at 1am, wearing his coat and trying not to notice how good he smells.
head rush | â âĄď¸
⤡ dayton, ohio. one asshole cop, one concussion, six hours of stay-awake poker, and a kiss that makes you see stars â right up until you slam on the brakes.
lies | âĄď¸
⤡ after ohio, you rebuild your armor and pretend the kiss didnât happen. two weeks of awkward distance, a charged moment at the gun range, and a stairwell conversation later, you tell spencer the cruelest lie you can think of. it should end there â but then he finds the only evidence that can prove you wrong.
truths | âĄď¸ â á˘đŠ
⤡ spencer shows up at your door with irrefutable proof youâve been lying â to him and to yourself â but that doesnât stop you from trying to deny it anyway. what follows is a late-night reckoning: small truths, careful boundaries, and the soft kind of honesty you usually run from.
adagio | â
⤡ at work, you and spencer try out adagio tempo until a hotel room debrief tests just how slow you can go.
heart eyes | â
⤡ spencer tries to focus on the case, but watching you translate grief into gentleness ruins his concentration until morgan snaps him out of it. // ficlet written for my 1k celebration event!
limited exposure | âĄď¸ â
⤡ at rossiâs book release party, the teamâs playful teasing pushes you and reidâs ânot-a-relationshipâ into a quiet fight, a real apology, and a red-velvet photo booth that develops more than just pictures.
october nights | â
⤡ you canât hide the fact you love autumn from anyone â especially spencer. he gives you all the best parts of the season in a single day: leaves in the park, halloween decorations, classic horror films, and a night that spooks you in a way you hadnât planned for.
scorpio season | â
⤡ youâve never been a fan of birthdays, but celebrating spencer (and reluctantly allowing him to celebrate you too) might just change your mind.
raincheck | â á˘đŠ
⤡ you finally say yes when spencer asks to take you on a real date, but work interrupts the night before the entrees arrive.
shelter from the storm | âĄď¸ á˘đŠ ęŠ
⤡ in the cold aftermath of a fight left unresolved, you & spencer get stranded as a storm rolls in. with the roads underwater and only one vacant room at the motel, youâre left with nowhere else to run but straight into him. 18+, MDNI. sfw/under 18 version
call it what you want | âĄď¸ â
⤡ things between you and spencer are perfect, right up until a flirty grad student and a mandatory ethics training force you to decide what, exactly, to call the thing youâve been pretending doesnât need a name.
wear & tear | ęŠ
⤡ after a brutal week on a case and an evening at oâkeefeâs spent hiding your relationship from the team, you and spencer finally get each other alone â and your fishnets do not survive the night. 18+, MDNI.
operation mystery girl | á˘đŠ â
⤡ when the team realizes spencer has a secret girlfriend, garcia launches a glitter-covered investigation thatâs equal parts profiling and meddling. the only problem? their âmystery girlâ profile is so wrong it hurts â and then the case cracks wide open, whether youâre ready or not.
tethered | á˘đŠ
⤡ spencer has spent so long being the one who steadies you, up until an unsub he sees too much of himself in knocks him off-balance. he asks for space but ends up at your door anyway, and you become the tether you didnât know he needed. coming soon
& more, coming soon!
extras
⢠headcanons 1 | 2 | 3 | 4
⢠apartment moodboard
⢠text messages đąđŹ | text messages pt 2
⢠hotch & emilyâs relationship w/ reader
⢠why wonât greenaway!reader just go for spencer if he clearly likes her?
⢠why greenaway!reader not have black cat if greenaway!reader have black cat energy? đââŹ
⢠spencer said he ânotices thingsâ about reader. what does he notice?
⢠is it really a slow burn if theyâve clearly been into each other from the start? đ¤
⢠why is greenaway!reader so avoidant/afraid of relationships?
⢠greenaway!readerâs complex relationship with her sister Elle
⢠greenaway!reader pinterest finds
⢠how would greenaway!reader react to spencer going to prison? / part 2
⢠things spencer has said to greenaway!reader that made reader not want to run
Iâm constantly yapping about this series/reader, so check out the #greenaway!reader tag for even more content!
youâve decided itâs time to have a babyâwith or without a partner. working at the BAU hasnât exactly left room for candlelit dinners or whirlwind romances, so youâve started looking into a donor. simple. sensible. entirely under control⌠until Spencer Reid overhears you talking about it and, in true Spencer fashion, decides to make things complicated in the most endearing way possible.
⥠a/n: waiter! waiter! my lobster is too buttery and my steak is too juicy!
TOJI ⥠FUSHIGURO
âCâmon what did you say earlier?â he grinned, his biceps holding your legs tighter. âIt's not even that big?â he mocked raising his voice to a high and annoying pitch. You definitely did not sound like that but you were too distracted by Toji dragging his cock through your folds.Â
Holding your legs up to your chest angling his cock to your stomach measuring how far it would go. âSee that?â he spoke in your ear, âSince I'm so small, you can take it, right?âÂ
âI never sa-â you screamed as he entered without warning, as he glided your body down onto him. You had never taken all of him at once, you could barely breathe. It felt like he was puncturing your insides.Â
The air punched out of you in a ragged, broken sound. It was too much, a deep, splitting stretch that stole your vision in white sparks. The coarse hair at his base a rough reality against your ass.
"Never said what?" Toji rumbled, his voice a dark, vibrating thing against the shell of your ear. His arms were iron bands under your knees, pinning your thighs flush to your chest, your back arched and utterly open to him. He didn't move; he let you marinate in it. A low, satisfied groan rolled through his chest and into your spine. "Feelin' real small now, ain'tcha?"Â
You tried to gasp a retort, but it came out as a wet, pathetic whimper. Your inner muscles fluttered wildly around the intrusion, a frantic, instinctive pulse. "Didn't think so." He withdrew, a slow, torturous drag that made you feel hollowed out, then slammed back home. The slap of his hips against your upturned ass was a sharp, skin-on-skin crack in the room. Again. Again. Not a rhythm of pleasure, but of punishment.Â
He grunted, pistoning into that devastating depth, his green eyes glinting with a feral light. "Never gettingâ tired of this. Every fuckin' time you clench around me like this." His pace was brutal, each drive aimed to prove a point, the swollen head of his cock kissing your insides, just barely missing your sweet spot; threatening to unravel your sanity. "T-Tojiâah! Godâ" you pled.Â
"Nah, talk to me. Tell me how it feels." He shifted, leveraging his strength to hike you even higher, the angle shifting so perfectly, so destructively, that you saw stars. The new depth forced a shattered scream from your throat.Â
You were babbling, tears pricking your eyes from the overwhelming sensation. "S'big-too big, please-â
"Too big?" he mocked, a sheen of sweat coating his scarred lip as he drove into you with a particular viciousness. "Thought it was 'not that big'" His breath was hot and ragged in your ear. "She's tellin' a different story. Suckin' me in like crazy. Tryin' to milk me dry.â The coiling tension in your gut was a live wire, threatening to snap. He felt it, your walls beginning to rhythmically spasm around his shaft. His grin was all teeth.
"Gonna cum? On this average dick?" He punctuated each word with a jarring thrust, his heavy sac slapping against you, a lewd, wet punctuation to his question. "Go on then. Do it. Squirt all over it. Let me feel how unimpressed you are." The command, the sheer filthy arrogance of it, tipped you over. You came with a shattered cry, your body seizing in his unbreakable hold, inner walls clenching and fluttering around his relentless girth in frantic, helpless waves.
Through your haze, you felt his control snap. A guttural, animalistic sound tore from his throat. "Fuck. That's it." His thrusts lost all finesse, becoming a ragged, pounding finale. He buried himself to the root and held, his big body shuddering as he emptied himself deep inside you with a final, possessive groan, the hot pulse of his release a shocking contrast to the brutal stretch.
For a long moment, the only sounds were the slick, connected noise of your bodies and your shared, ragged panting. He slowly lowered you trembling legs, his arms still trapping you against his soaked chest. He nuzzled into the sweat-damp hair at your temple, his voice a rough, satisfied murmur.
KENTO ⥠NANAMI
âTo whom?â he asked, finally grabbing his attention. He didn't look like it Nanami had a little mean streak, happened to forget that when you played a âprankâ on him.Â
"And you thought it was funny to say that?" he murmured, his voice a low, gritty thing that scraped right down your spine. His grip on your hips was absolute, fingers digging into the soft give of your flesh as he dragged you back, your ass meeting the hard plane of his stomach with a soft, telling smack.
You tried to form a word, an apology, anything, but it died in your throat as he shifted, the broad head of his cock nudging through your slick, finding your entrance with an unerring, practiced aim. He didn't push in. Not yet. He just held it there, a relentless, blunt pressure, making you achingly aware of every millimeter.
"You can be so mean, sweetheart," he said, almost conversational, as his other hand came down to span the small of your back, pressing, settling you. "We really need to work on that." There was no slow descent, no gentle acclimation. It was one deep, rolling thrust of his hips that sheathed him inside you to the root, a single, devastating stroke that punched the air from your lungs and carved a ragged, broken cry from your lips. Your fingers scrabbled against the sheets, twisting, pulling, as your body struggled to comprehend the sheer, stretching fullness. He was so deep you could feel him in the base of your throat, a hot, impossible presence rearranging your very core.
"Not that big, huh?" he grunted, his voice strained with the effort of holding still, letting you feel the brutal, throbbing reality of him. You could feel every vein, every pulse, the way your own fluttering, overwhelmed cunt was trying desperately to cling to him. A low, rough sound of approval rumbled in his chest. "There she is. At least someone is being honest.âÂ
He began to move then, and it wasn't the jackhammer you expected. It was worse. It was deliberate. Each withdrawal was a slow, torturous drag, your sensitive walls clinging to him, protesting the loss. Each drive back in was a conclusive, ground-shaking surge, his pelvis meeting the backs of your thighs with a solid, wet slap that echoed in the room. Over and over, that same devastating, complete depth. He was proving a point, inch by relentless inch.
Your moans were continuous now, a breathless, sobbing stream into the mattress. Your vision spotted, tears of overwhelming sensation pricking at your eyes. "Kento, I-ah! God-didn'tâ!"
"Didn't what?" he cut you off, his pace never faltering, each thrust punctuating his words. "Didn't think l'd let a comment like that slide from my own pretty girl?" His hand left your hip, snaking around your front, fingers finding your soaked, swollen clit with unerring accuracy. The dual assault made your legs shake violently. "You feel me? You feel how deep I'm sitting in this greedy pussy?"
You could only nod, a frantic, desperate motion, your words dissolving into a guttural keen as his fingers worked cruel, perfect circles. You were climbing, your insides coiling into a knot of unbearable tension, your cries pitching higher.
"Gonna cum," you choked out, a warning, a plea. "Ken, 'm gonna-!"
"Yeah, you are," he growled, his own rhythm starting to fracture, growing jagged and urgent. His body bowed over yours, a wall of heat and muscle, his sweat-damp skin sliding against your back. His mouth found the shell of your ear, his breath searing.Â
"Do it, baby." Your cunt convulsed around him, a frantic, rippling clutch, and you screamed, the sound muffled by the sheets, your body bowing against his restraining hand. With a final, brutal drive, he buried himself to the hilt and followed you over. A raw, animal groan was torn from his throat as he came, his hips stuttering against you, pumping his release deep into your clenching heat. You could feel the hot, rhythmic pulses of it, filling you, marking you from the inside out.
Slowly, carefully, he withdrew, and a helpless, oversensitive whimper escaped you as the sheer size of him left you feeling hollowed out and used. A slick, warm trickle escaped down your inner thigh. His hand, surprisingly gentle, smoothed over the curve of your ass. Then he gave it a light, stinging slap, making you jump. "Have something to say?"
You couldn't speak. You could only manage a weak, shuddering shake of your head, your face still buried in the cotton.
You heard his soft, dark chuckle. "Didn't think so."
RYOMEN ⥠SUKUNA
It's been 2 hours, 7,200 seconds of torture.
Your spine is a permanent, trembling arch against the mattress, the heavy, unyielding heat of him buried to the hilt inside you. Sukuna hasn't moved. Not a twitch, not a shallow rock, nothing. His massive form caging you beneath him, his arms braced on either side of your head.Â
The only movement is the fine tremor in your thighs and the obscene, slow seep of your own arousal around his impossible girth.Â
"Not that big," you'd taunted, a teasing finger poking the lowest of his abs. The joke had died in your throat the second his eyes slid to yours.Â
"Two hours," his voice is a low rumble. His pink hair brushes your forehead. "That is nothing."Â
You groaned. The sound is torn from a place of pure, overstimulated agony. You are stuffed, stretched to a blinding, perfect ache. âKuna don't be like this.âÂ
"Like what?" he purrs, lowering his mouth to your ear. His forked tongue flicks the lobe. "I'm not doing anything." You pouted, obviously, if he were doing something you wouldn't be in this position now. A fresh, hot gush of slickness escapes you, a traitorous body's response to his voice. The sound is a wet, shameful schlick.Â
One of his lower hands slides down your sweat-slick side, over the curve of your hip, and dips between your pressed-together thighs. "What would she do without me?" A thick finger finds your clit, swollen, throbbing and neglected. He doesn't stroke it. Just rests the pad of his finger against the hypersensitive bud, a mocking pressure.
He shifts. It's not a thrust, just a slight settling of his weight. The adjustment sends a lightning bolt of sensation through you, a white-hot spark that has your toes curling violently against the sheets. A cry escapes your lips. The pressure on your clit increases, just a fraction. A warning. Tears well in your eyes, blurring the sight of his smug, devastating face above you. You knew he was cracking too, his cock twitching inside of you, desperate for friction.
You like a live wire, every nerve ending screaming for movement, for the brutal, satisfying slam of his hips you'd grown accustomed to. This stillness is a new kind of madness. You feel every vein on him, every pulsing ridge. You feel the heavy, full ache of his own arousal, held in check by sheer, terrifying willpower.
Now he decides to be patient.Â
âSay it.âÂ
âSay what?â Your body begins to shake in earnest, a continuous, fine tremor of exhaustion and relentless tension. The orgasm he's denied you for 7,200 seconds is a living thing, clawing at the base of your spine, threatening to tear you apart from the inside out with no relief in sight. He simply stared at you, eyes peering over your figure. He wanted an apology, a Band-Aid to his ego. Whatever, it was a joke anyway.Â
Dragging your finger across your belly, feeling the faint imprint of his cock through your stomach. âYou see that? That's all you Kuna, so, so big.â you purred, shuddering at the contact of your finger. He shivered his head bowing back, he sighed loudly as though he were holding it in for hours; which he probably was.Â
With one fell thrust, his hips slammed into your skin. Each withdrawal was a frantic, excruciating drag, his thick ridge catching on every sensitive fold, pulling you inside-out. Each return was a deep, grounding slam that seemed to bruise your soul, the wet, meaty thud of his pelvis against your ass echoing in the room. The obscene, soaked sounds of your own body were amplified between impacts.Â
One hand snaked up your throat applying pressure. The other remained between your legs, his thumb now pressing cruel, unforgiving circles into your clit. The orgasm that ripped through you was silent at first; raw and endless, as you convulsed around him, a vice of fluttering, desperate spasms.Â
You felt the hot, pulsing eruption deep within you, a flood that had no end, filling the desperate clutch of your walls until a thick, creamy overflow began to seep out around the violent stretch of his shaft.Â
âY-you started it.âÂ
SUGURU ⥠GETO
âRight,â he nodded leaning back onto the sofa to get a better look. âWhat's taking you so long, Im not that big anyway so it should be a piece of cake.â he mocked, yawning into his hand. In one brutal, seamless motion, he slammed you down the entire remaining length of him, burying himself to the root in a single, gut-punching stroke. Your back arching as you were suddenly, completely impaled. Your nails scrabbled against the black cotton of his shirt.Â
"Not that big," he repeated, his voice a silken purr. His eyes, gleaming with light, locked onto yours. He wasn't letting you move, wasn't letting you find a rhythm. He held you speared, full to bursting, letting you feel every insidious inch as your inner walls fluttered in frantic, overwhelming pulses around the intrusion. The stretch was dizzying, a sweet, burning ache that stole the breath from your lungs.
"But look at you," he mused, his grin all sly, white teeth. One hand slid from your hip, tracing a torturous path up your sweat-slicked spine. "Takin' it all like it's nothing. Guess you were right.â Before you could rasp a reply, that same hand came down on your ass with a crack that echoed in the roomâa sharp, stinging sensation. He groaned, low and appreciative, at the way the impact made you jolt around him, your walls convulsing.Â
"Fuck, feel that?" he hissed, his composure slipping for a split second. He didn't wait for an answer. His hands gripped your hips again, and he began to move you on him, setting a ruthless, piston-like pace. Rocking your hips, you followed his pace allowing his hands to guide your movements. the obscene, squelching rhythm of your soaked pussy filling the space alongside his ragged breaths and your broken moans.
Your head lolling forward. The world had narrowed to the brutal, exquisite friction, to the slap of skin, to the sight of his smug, gorgeous face watching you unravel. He gave your ass another sharp smack, then another, peppering your cheeks with stinging blows until the skin bloomed hot under his palm.
"What's wrong, princess. You called me out. Back it up." He thrusted up particularly hard, grinding the broad head of his cock against a deep, tender spot that made your eyes roll into the back of your head. "Am I big enough for you?âÂ
"Slow down!â you cried out, the words dissolving into a gasp as he shifted his angle, hitting impossibly deeper, that sent electric jolts up your spine. Your hands fisted in his hair, the long, black strands slipping through your fingers like silk.Â
"Answer me," he growled, his own control fraying. His movements became more erratic, more desperate. Fingers gripping your waist as you rode him.The coiling heat in your core pulled taut, a wire about to snap. "Fuck! It'sâit's big," you sobbed, the admission torn from you. "You're... you're so fucking big, Suguru!"Â
The smug triumph that flashed in his violet eyes was feral. "Yeah?" he huffed, his rhythm faltering as his own end rushed toward him. He slammed you down one last time, holding you there, buried to the hilt as he pulsed deep inside you. His groan was a raw, gut-deep sound as he filled you, the hot, sudden flood making your hips stutter and triggering your own shattering climax.
Your pussy clenched around him, milking him in frantic, fluttering waves, a silent, screaming release that left you boneless and trembling against his chest. Arrogant asshole.Â
SATORU ⥠GOJO
He is so petty.Â
âNope, off of me.â he pouted scouting away from you as you crawled near his lap. It's been a week since you called his dick average, not small, average. It was the worst timing too, jerk probably knew you were ovulating and was going to last a few days until it was over.Â
âPlease.â you pouted holding your hands together in front of him, batting your eyelashes; usually this would work on him but he wasn't budging. âPlease, I'll do anything-â
âAnything?âÂ
Not the bed.
The floor-length, gilded mirror you had installed because, it better than the other mirror in the bathroom. His reflection loomed behind yours. Your flushed, needy reflection staring back at you with wide eyes. His palm, broad and hot, pressed between your thighs, the other hand hooked under your thigh, hiking it up and out, spreading you open. âAverage? Me?â he scoffed, his index finger poking at your glistening hole. He was huge, a reality the mirror forced you to acknowledge. Refusing to look you buried your head in his chest.Â
You felt him, then. Not his hands, but the thick, blunt head of his cock, nudging through your folds, painting itself with your wetness. "Look," he commanded, âhave to make sure this is up to your standards, baby.â His hand grasped your chin forcing you to look into the mirror. He didn't push in. He let the fat tip just catch on your entrance, a teasing, torturous pressure. You watched in the mirror, hypnotized, as your body gave a helpless little shudder, more slickness seeping out to ease his way.
Lifting your body up slightly sheathing himself inch by inch. The slow drawl of his cock stretching your cunt, the sensation so overwhelming it bordered on pain before it melted into a breathtaking, all-consuming fullness. "Fuck," he groaned, his head tipping back for a second before his gaze snapped back to the mirror, to where you were joined. "So pretty,â he murmured.Â
He started to move, and it was nothing like your usual rhythm. It was a brutal, piston-like, each withdrawal dragging that thick ridge against your inner walls before slamming back.Â
"Show me," he grunted, his hand leaving your thigh to snake around your front, fingers finding your clit with unerring accuracy. He didn't tease like he usually would. He circled the pad of his thumb right against your sensitive clit, in time with his thrusts. "C'mon, baby. Tell the mirror what you told me. Tell it my dick is average."Â
You couldn't. All you could do was babble, drool falling from your lips onto his fingers as he fucked the coherence out of you. "âToru-âÂ
"Wrong answer," he sing-songed, his hand left your clit, and you whined at the loss, but then you felt two of his fingers, slick from your own mess, press against your lips. "Lets put that mouth to better use. Suck."Â
You obeyed, taking his fingers into your mouth, tasting your own juices. You sucked and laved your tongue around them, your moans vibrating around his knuckles. He watched, enthralled, his thrusts becoming somehow harder, deeper.Â
"Yeah, that's it," he whined. "My pretty little liar." He pulled his fingers from your mouth with a pop, tracing the string of saliva that connected them to your lips before bringing them back down between your legs. He pushed two fingers inside you alongside his cock. The stretch was insane. The mirror showed your eyes rolling back, your body seizing. You were so full, so impossibly full.Â
"I really spoiled you,â he growled, his rhythm faltering as he felt you clamp down around the intrusion. "Average doesn't do this." He curled his fingers inside you, searching, and found that spongy spot deep within. He pressed, and the world went white at the edges. You came, your toes curling inwards, the obscene, squirting mess was all there in the mirror for you to see.Â
He fucked you through it, his seed spilling from your pussy onto his fingers. "There it is. That's my girl." He pulled his fingers free, bringing them to your mouth again, smearing cum over your lips.
âYou should be proud, I lasted a full week without her!â he grinned nudging his head into your neck. Wiggling you attempted to move but he held you still. âNuh uh- we have to make up for lost time,â he pouted licking the leftover release from your lips.Â
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