#derek morgan fluff

[derekmorgansgirl]

its tough being a derek morgan girl in a world full of spencer reid girls. can never find any fics about him 😭😭

[angellic4l]

in between the lines - d.m

in which; gf!reader and derek have a quiet morning in

content; fluffy drabble!! non bau! reader (shocker ik), they’re so in love, affectionate teasing, that’s literally it!

a/n; drabbles are so not me but i feel like this was good where it was. i hope you’re all well!! kisses!!

wc; 0.7k

Sunlight softly cascading through the skylights in your bedroom awakens you, eyelashes fluttering softly against the pillow - once, twice, thrice - and then your eyes are all the way open. Instantly, you find out that there’s an empty space in the bed next to you when your hand meets the plump mattress rather than rigid muscle. What you had expected to find was your boyfriend laying next to you, preferably with an arm draped over your waist, yet there was nothing - no one - there.

Confused and still slightly disoriented, you sit up in bed with one hand still resting in the empty space next to you while the other wipes the sleep dust from your eyes. As the fog starts to lift from around your brain, providing the clarity needed to think, you recall today is his day off and it only makes the confusion worse. Being called in to work was always a possibility, but he tends to wake you up every time to say goodbye.

It’s only when the smell of coffee and cinammon sneaks its way through the doorway and into your nose that everything clicks; Derek’s not gone, he’s simply just making breakfast. At this new revelation, a soft grin makes its way onto your face as you stretch in bed before swinging your legs around the side of it. Your boyfriend isn’t away, he’s here with you, and that’s more than enough to get you up.

When you enter the kitchen, the smell of cinnamon only grows stronger - you figure if this was a cartoon, you’d be following the scent’s trail with a dreamy look on your face. A soft sizzling sound reaches your ears and on the counter next to the stove top are all of the ingredients for french toast.

Wrapping your arms around Derek’s mid-section, you speak, voiced laced with the rasp that only comes with early mornings, “What a mighty good man.” The Salt-N-Pepa reference earns a hearty chuckle from said mighty good man as he takes your arms away from his torso and turns to face you instead. Arms snake around your waist and soft lips find your forehead, planting a small kiss there while simultaneously smelling your hair.

“Freak,” you tease, grinning wholeheartedly.

“Oh, that’s the thanks I get, huh?”

“Mhm, you left me all alone in bed.”

“To make you breakfast, dumbass.”

“Oh, and now you’re insulting me? Worst boyfriend ever.”

He wants to kiss you to prove you wrong or follow that up with an equally teasing remark, but he’s also hyper aware of the french toast in the skillet, and you both know it. Your knowing is represented with a smug smirk while his is demonstrated through the shake of his head before he turns around and resumes cooking.

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Once breakfast has been made, the two of you sit on the couch in your living room, eating together in a calming silence. Songbirds can be heard ever so faintly through one of the open windows, almost a natural soundtrack - you like to think it’s for the pair of you. Especially on days like these. He has a day off and sure, you could go out on a date or head to the gym together, or renovate the new project he’s working on. Utilise the time rather than ‘waste’ it, but it’s the slow days you enjoy the most.

Since meeting Derek, your whole perception of love has changed. Rather than a big romantic gesture, or some amazing expensive date at an upscale restaurant, you’ve started to believe that true love lies in between the lines.

The simple silence that never asks nor wants to be filled by chatter. Legs intertwined with his on the couch. Breakfast that isn’t hurried with the burden of his work lingering in the background. Knowing you’ll both probably go and lay in bed for longer after this. Fleeting touches that somehow still manage to give you butterflies every time.

The soft noise of a fork clashing lightly against a plate draws you back from your reverie, head turning towards your boyfriend who’s just placed both of your dishes on the coffee table.

“Thank you, baby,” you murmur while leaning into his side, head nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

“Mhm,” kiss, “anything for you, princess.”

“I love you,” kiss, “So much, baby.”

“I love you, too, gorgeous.”

[16ferrari]

BABY DOLL || Derek Morgan

WARNINGS: none just fluff and short, also trying to write again so sorry if its crap 3>

“Hey baby doll, what you working on” his voice appeared next to your ear making you jump in your chair.

“Doing paperwork, Morgan” you rolled your eyes as he sat on the edge of your desk, hands fumbling with some paper work you’d just got done working on.

You snatched the paper out of his hands, “don’t. I just finished with that” he chuckled leaning in closer to you. Making your cheeks warm up.

“Think you need a break baby doll, say, why don’t we get some coffee. Look like you could use some” his cheeky smile held tightly on his face as he held out his hands for you to take. To which you slapped away.

“Sorry Morgan unlike you, some of us have to work” you chuckled as Spencer mumbled a light burn under his breath, “and also stop with the baby doll, isn’t that for Garcia?” You walked over to Reid’s desk to give him some paper work. And when you turned back around to walk back to your desk, you saw Derek siting in your chair, arms crossed and clearly comfortable.

You walked to him doing a hand motion for him to get up.

“Baby girl is hers, baby doll, is yours” he got up from your chair and lightly grabbed onto your arm pulling you in the direction of where that coffee he wanted to get was at. “I could give you different name if you’d like, say, sunshine?, sugar?, sweetheart, sweet cheek-“

You slapped his shoulder “yeah no, Baby doll is fine”

His smile grew wider, as he sipped on his coffee “whatever you say, baby doll”

[s0urw00lf]

Hii, I would like to request a Derek Morgan angst/fluff imagine

Like she sees him with another women and thinks he’s with that women and she’s heartbroken. So her and Spencer (because why would Spence miss out on messing with Derek) come up with a plan to make him jealous. So she and spencer pretend to be together, yk hugging each other and being touchy when everyone is around and so Derek finally confronts her like “so when we’re you going to tell me about you and spencer.” You can make up the rest but that’s basically it!

Two can play that game

Pairing: Derek Morgan x reader, Spencer Reid x platonic!reader

Summary: Derek cant keep himself from seeing other women (or so you thought) so with the help of spence you give him a taste of his own medicine

Warning: Derek is a man whore, Spencer is a sweetheart, the literal tiniest bit of angst.

AN: whoever requested this I love you. When I read your request I was so excited to start it.

You knew Derek Morgan was a… lady’s man, to put it lightly, which is why he made it so easy for you to fall for him. He was good-looking and a natural flirt but also a protective sweetheart who cared more about the people he loved than anything else. So when he walked into the BAU headquarters with a pretty woman at his side your heart nearly dropped. It wasn’t one of his sisters or his mother so who was she? They seemed to be in a pretty serious conversation, one that you couldn’t hear.

The two of you had been more involved than not, but you weren’t dating much to your dismay, so that meant technically he could still lay with any woman he wanted to and you guess he did.

You hadn’t realized you were staring until a hand waved in front of your face. “You okay?” You looked up to see Spencer holding a coffee in his hand, you’d forgotten that you asked him to make you one when he went to make his. “Do you know her?” You asked nodding your head to where Derek and the unknown lady stood. He looked over tilting his head. “I can't say I do no” he replied with a frown. He turned back to you “Why did something happen?” He asked. You sighed leaning back in your chair and grabbing your coffee from his hand as you did so.

Spencer wasn’t good at social cues, but it didn’t take a lot for him to see that you were jealous, the way you intently watched Derek and the mystery woman with creased brows and an unmistakable frown that only made its way to your face when the situation involved Derek. “Are you jealous?” Spencer asks quietly, tilting his head in question. You almost choked on your coffee at the question. “Sorry, what?” You quickly asked, clearing your throat. “No, I'm not I'm just… curious” you finished with a tight-lipped smile. “Oh she’s jealous,” Penelope spoke from behind you.

You whipped your head towards her “Seriously pen?” You hissed. She shrugged while sipping her coffee “Not like you're trying to hide it, even Reid picked up on it” she said with a playful smirk, gesturing to the curly-headed man standing next to you, he looked offended at the statement. “Okay so what, maybe I'm the tiniest bit jealous.” You muttered, looking back at Derek and the woman. “So, make him jealous,” Penelope said, dragging out the ‘so’. “And how do you suppose I do that?” You asked, leaning back in your chair. “Very simply, use Spencer,” she said casually.

Both you and Spencer turned toward her, “Think about it, as much as he wouldn’t admit it, Spencer is kinda like his best friend, other than me obviously. And there’s no doubt he's attracted to you” she said. You thought about it, looking at Spencer who shrugged “I don't mind” he said. So you nodded, agreeing to her plan. Penelope squealed in excitement, “This is so going to backfire on me but if it means you two finally get together I am completely okay with that” she said. Just then, Pen's face dropped and she urgently whispered “he's coming, Spencer be natural and not so well… you.” She said before scurrying off in her hot pink kitten heels.

Derek approached you and Spencer, eyeing the scurrying blonde, “what was that about” he asked with a raised eyebrow pointing to Penelope’s office. You and Spencer looked at each other and shrugged “No idea” Spencer answered. Derek didn’t look convinced but decided against saying anything. Then Spencer placed an arm over your shoulder, “We should get to work, I'll see you later hmm?” He asked, you were surprised at how naturally it came out but didn’t let it show. Smiling you nodded with a quiet ‘yeah’ playing into your part. Derek's brows raised even more at the interaction, he didn’t seem pleased with it. “Wanna tell me what that was about?” He asked, tone a little deeper than usual.

You held back a smirk and let a confused look consume your features “What?” You asked. He pointed between you and Spencer who had just sat down at his desk “There something goin’ on between you two” he asked skeptically. You huffed a laugh “C’mon Derek you know better than that” you said purposefully sounding unconvincing. His expression hardened, giving you and Spencer a look before walking off.

Penelope's plan was officially in action and you and Spencer were playing your parts perfectly. As the day progressed the two of you got more and more into it. Hugging, whispering, even going as far as holding hands. And it went on for days, the team could feel the tension radiating between the three of you.

“I don't think I can do this much longer, he looks like he wants to murder me every time he lays his eyes on me” Spencer whispered to you as he walked you to your desk. You laughed “I can see that, don't worry he'll break soon. I can feel it,” you said, and even right there, and then you could feel Derek’s glare from his desk.

Derek's final straw had been when the team got a new case and instead of sitting in your usual spot, you sat next to decided to sit with Spencer. So when you landed Hotch assigned you and Derek the task of talking to the victim's parents. The tension in the car was unmistakable. You were holding your breath, waiting for the moment he decided to say something. You didn’t have to wait very long because about three minutes into the car ride he started “So something is going on with you and Reid” he said with an even tone. “No, I told you that already” you replied, matching his tone. he scoffed “So this past week with the giggling, hugging, and secrets, you're still telling me nothing is going on” he pushed. You smiled “If I didn’t know any better Derek Morgan I'd say you sound a little jealous,” you said teasingly. He took his sunglasses off, keeping his eyes focused on the road “I just want to know the truth” he sighed.

You frowned slightly. “Derek nothing going on between Spencer and I,” you told him honestly. “But,” you said, making him tense. You tried not to let him see the smile growing on your face “We did exceed our plan” you laughed. His face morphed into confusion “What are you talking about?” He asked “Well… we kinda came up with a plan to make you jealous and it worked very well,” you said dragging out the ‘well’. He looked as if he was processing the information before he let out a laugh “So you mean to tell me this whole week has been a big joke” he asked. You nodded, humming a ‘mhm’ with a smirk. “Oh y’all play dirty,” he said. You laughed even louder “Oh yes we do” you confirmed. He nodded “Alright I'll give it to you, but what made you do it anyway?” He asked. Your smile dropped at his question “You're a profiler, I'm sure you can figure it out” you said, turning to look at him.

You watched the gears turning in his head, and then you could see the answer dawned on him. “This about last Tuesday?” He questioned. You nodded “Right in the net Derek Morgan” you answered. “Now it was his turn to laugh “Baby girl, you tellin’ me you did all this because of my cousin?” He asked. You frowned in confusion turning your whole body to face him. “Cousin? That’s who she was?” You asked. He laughed, giving you a nod “Yes she was arranging for a family dinner, wouldn’t leave ‘till she had a date to set” he clarified. Your face burned and you wished you could crawl out of your skin. “I thought you slept with her.” You muttered embarrassed. He laughed extra loud at this “You should know there ain’t nobody else for me but you miss thing” he smiled.

“I- you-“ you stuttered but he cut you off “I’ve been waiting for the right time to ask you,” he said. You sighed, sinking into your seat. He stopped in the driveway of the victim's home and grabbed your hand “Come on, pretty mama let me see that pretty face” he teased. You sat up looking at him “How about this, after this case is over I'll take you on a date and we can go from there.” He said. You nodded in agreement he smiled giving you a quick pack on the lips. “Now come on mama, let's go talk to these parents,” he said exiting the car.

[spencerreidsbelt]

𝓛𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓿𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓶

𝓐/𝓝: yeah..I know I am late 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰: Derek Morgan x fem!reader 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 1.259 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼: hospital, mentions of abduction

The BAU team raced against time, every second feeling like a lifetime. The brutal serial killer they were hunting had taken too many lives, and the last victim, you, was out there somewhere, clinging to life. Derek Morgan, with his stubborn determination, led the charge. His heart pounded in his chest as they closed in on the location provided by Garcia's quick cyber-tracking.

As they entered the run-down warehouse, Derek's eyes scanned the area, desperate to find her. He was in front of everyone gun in hand, the unsub was quick to be found sitting at his desk, writing something on a piece of paper, still unaware of the police's presence. When they finally engaged Emily handcuffed him and asked where the last captive was, the unsub pointed towards the basement, Derek raced to the door opened it, and went down the stairs. His heart skipped a beat when he saw her, bound and unconscious, but alive. With a gentle touch, he untied her and lifted her into his arms, whispering soothing words, promising her safety. She stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering open to meet his.

"You're safe now," Derek said, his voice full of conviction. "I've got you." He carried you outside to the ambulance and set you down on the stretcher, taking the ride to the hospital with you. At the hospital, Derek stayed by your side, ensuring you received the best care. He watched as the doctors and nurses worked, never leaving you alone. There was something about your courage…your will to survive, that struck a chord deep within him.

The next day, taking a break from the hospital, without a new case, Derek returns to his office to write his report for the last case. As he started writing down everything that had happened his thoughts drifted back to you… "Hey, Derek, you okay?" Penelope Garcia's voice brought him out of his thoughts.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he replied, though he knew Garcia saw right through him.

"You know, it's okay to care," she said softly. "You saved her life, but maybe there's more you need to do."

Her words lingered in his mind. Garcia was right. There was a puzzling connection he felt with you, and he couldn't just walk away. With Garcia's help, he got your contact information and started to check on you regularly.

At first, the calls were simple 'checking on you'. "Just wanted to see how you're doing," he'd say. But soon, your conversations became more deep. You talked about everything—her recovery, his work, the shared experiences of pain and strength. Derek started looking forward to their talks, feeling a sense of peace and happiness he hadn't felt in a long time.

Each visit to you, even after you were out of the hospital became the highlight of his week. He'd bring flowers or a book he thought you'd like. You two would sit and talk for hours, laughing and sharing stories. Your courage and positivity were admirable to him. Garcia, ever the matchmaker, kept nudging him. "You need to take her out, show her a good time. Let that connection thrive," she'd say with a wink.

Finally, Derek mustered the courage to ask you out. The following night he was at your place again, you two talking and laughing…feeling like you have so much to share that all the time in the world seemed like it wasn't enough. "How about we grab a coffee sometime?" he suggested, trying to sound casual despite his nerves.

"I'd love that," you replied with a smile that made his heart skip a beat.

Their first date was at a cozy café, a perfect spot for an uncertain beginning. Derek arrived early, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. When you walked in, glowing, all his anxieties melted away. You sat down across from him, ordered drinks, and began to talk.

At first, the conversation was cautious, but soon you found the usual rhythm. You laughed about the oddities of their favorite TV shows, shared stories from their past, and talked about their dreams and fears. Derek, who was used to being the tough guy, found himself opening up in ways he never expected.

"You know, I've always been the protector," he confessed. "But with you, I feel like I can be myself, not just the guy who saves the day."

You reached across the table, taking his hand in yours. "And I feel safe with you, Derek. More than I have in a long time."

As their first date came to an end, Derek walked you to your car under the soft glow of the streetlights. The night air was cool, carrying the faint scent of flowers, and their laughter from inside the café still lingered in the air. You reached your car, and for a moment, an almost shy silence settled between both of you. Derek, feeling a sudden rush of nerves, scratched the back of his neck and smiled. "I had a great time tonight," he said softly, his voice filled with genuine warmth. You stepped closer, your eyes reflecting the same mixture of excitement and vulnerability. "Me too, Derek." Without another word, he leaned in, breaths mingling, and as your lips met his, it was as if the world around you faded away. The kiss was gentle at first, then deepened, filled with the promise of something beautiful. When you finally pulled apart, both breathless…foreheads touching, Derek whispered, "This feels right." you nodded, your smile mirroring his. "It does."

The relationship grew, each date deepening your bond. Derek's teammates noticed the change in him. He was happier and more relaxed. Even Hotch commented on it one day. "It's good to see you smiling, Morgan," he said with a rare grin.

Garcia, of course, took full credit. "I told you, sometimes you just need to take a leap of faith," she said, hugging Derek tightly. You and Derek continued to build a future together. Supporting each other through the ups and downs, finding strength in shared experiences. Derek learned to let down his guard, to be vulnerable, and in return, he found a love deeper than he'd ever known.

The journey wasn't always easy. There were moments of doubt, of fear, especially as you continued to recover from the trauma. But Derek was there for her every step of the way, just as you were there for him.

One evening, as they walked through a park hand in hand, Derek stopped and looked at you. "You know, I never thought I'd find someone like you," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "Someone who makes me want to be a better man."

You smiled, her eyes shining with love. "And I never thought I'd find someone who makes me feel this safe, this loved….even from the first minute I opened my eyes and saw you…"

This journey had brought them together in ways neither of you had expected. From a brutal beginning to a beautiful love story, you and Derek found in each other what they had been searching for all along…a partner, an intimate, and a love that could weather any storm.

As you stood together on yet another date, watching the sunset over the horizon, Derek knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, you would face them together. Because in you, he had found not just a survivor, but a soulmate. And that was a victory greater than any he had ever known…

[alana-reid-2005]

i think i’d actually combust if someone treated me the way morgan treats garcia

[alana-reid-2005]

derek morgan has me kicking my feet 🤭

[marnikula]

Hey! I was wondering if you would be able to write a post about a Derek x reader where Derek is in the hospital after getting shot and the reader is just so distraught and bursts into his room, but plot twist, no one knows that they are in a relationship except for Garcia, who let the reader know, and they are all so confused.

Also, I imagined it as a female reader, so if you are comfortable, could you do that?

Hey! Sure, I can do that for you😊

Not my best work, sorry about that, but I hope you enjoy none the less

CW: Injury, female reader, mentions of gun shot, hurt / comfort, talks of deatb

✨Enjoy!✨

You have never felt your heart drop so quickly and so violently into your shoes before that moment. "He just went into surgery, I don't know how long it's going to take for him to come out, I called as soon as I could."

Derek was shot. He was in surgery. He was shot. Shot. He could be dying. He could be dead.

Shooting out of your seat you grabbed a bag and flung all of your necessities in it, letting Garcia know you were on the way before hanging up the phone. He was in California, 6 hours away by plane and you hadn't even bought tickets yet, you didn't have anywhere to stay. You knew you were being rash rushing to the other side of the country without a plan, but you didn't care. The love of your life was on an operating table and you weren't there.

Hailing a taxi to the airport you finally took the time to book a flight, thanking whatever higher power there was for the fact that the soonest flight out was in less than an hour and praying that you would be able to make it.

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Rushing into the hospital, your bag still in hand, you ran up to the front desk.

"I'm looking for Derek Morgan's room, he was shot, can you tell me where he is" even to your own ears your voice sounded frantic, like you were hanging on by a thread. And to be honest you were, you just needed to know that Derek was okay. "What is your relation to the patient?" "I'm his girlfriend"

After getting his room number from the nurse you practically flew up the stairs, not having the patience to wait for an elevator. Seeing his room you moved even faster, breaking into a sprint and almost knocking a tall and lanky man over in the process. Shouting your apologies behind you, you were met with a door, slowing down just in time to not run against it.

You were in such a flurry of relief seeing Derek alive and awake that you didn't even register the rest of the people in the room as you rushed in, dropping your bag at the door and enveloping him in a hug. His good arm reached around you and hugged you back as tightly as he could muster, which was still pretty tight considering he had just woke up from anesthesia.

Kissing the top of your head Derek spoke the first word between the two of you: "Hey princess, what are you doing here?" You shoved yourself out of his embrace, still sitting on the bed and letting the agitation you felt show on your features

"What am I doing here?! Seriously? You got shot and went into emergency surgery and you're asking me what am I doing here?!" "Whoah baby, calm down, I'm fine, doctors said I'll make a full recovery, no lasting damage except for some scarring" your reply followed, with a smack against his good shoulder as well "Don't you ever, and I mean *EVER* do that to me again, do you understand?! I was so scared that I would loose you" "Baby, I'm so sorry that I scared you, but I'm fine now, and I promise to try my best not to get shot again. It ain't exactly fun you know. Now do I get a kiss or what?"

A loud clearing of a voice broke the two of you out of your little world. "Are we perhaps interrupting something?"

"Rossi, man, I respect you and all, but please, get your and everyone else's asses out of my room so I can spend some time with my girl"