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"Murder as entertainment... they probably don't even realise it's real." JENNIFER JAREAU in CRIMINAL MINDS 2x14 | 'The Big Game'

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when i rebranded this account i didn’t consider how much of an emily prentiss stan i was going to become when i watched evolution

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hey so [redacted] and [redacted] [redacted]

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unfortunately i love him in a way that’s not healthy at all 🧡

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Been thinking a lot about this lately!!!!!

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spencer reid + suits in season 14

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god she is so mommy screaming crying throwing up

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spencer reid x fem!reader microfic; 800 words; smut-adjacent, embarrassed spencer, slice of life

The light is low and golden, flooding the room from the lamp by her bed. Her hair is on his cheek and his nose; fragrant strands smelling like her conditioner and the faint notes of her perfume brush against his skin. Spencer tilts his head slightly and brushes his jaw against the crown of her head. It’s strange, he muses, to want to be so close to someone all the time.

The silence between them is easy and languid; they’ll both be asleep soon, and tomorrow is Saturday, and Spencer tries to remember if he’s ever felt relaxed like this before, so often and so predictably.

Her skin is mostly bare against him; it’s a ghost of the memory of earlier, when his hands wandered over her hips and the expanse of skin on her back, and she leaned into him with ease and trust that makes him want. He knows why; there’s a psychology behind the appeal of someone who trusts you, but it doesn’t account for the way it makes him feel all the way to the tips of his fingers, electrified and awake.

He puts his hand on her waist and wraps his arm over her and doesn’t think about it, one in a series of small miracles that have been occurring since they met.

And then, like a chain reaction, she tilts herself back; her hips shift and her body follows, inevitable, until she’s slotting into place firmly pressed against him, from her delicate shoulders down to her waist and her thighs, encompassing him with touch.

The friction of the pale pink cotton that stretches with a perfect fit over her hips and just below the small of her back against the bone of his hip and the soft hair beneath his own looser cotton catches Spencer by surprise. He was lost, thoughts wandering. Her hips against his bring him back to the moment, a moment too late.

The soft sound that spills out of his mouth is out of his control; he moans without meaning to, blood rushing through heated veins and senseless touch clouding his sense of himself. He feels it in the relaxed putty of her muscles under his hand when the sound meets her ears. She tenses; relaxes; and turns toward him all in the space of a second.

The romantic glow of the moment slips away from Spencer: he flops backwards onto her bed, his curls buried in the cotton of her pillowcase, and feels the vessels light up in his cheeks as he flushes tulip pink.

She laughs. It’s warm, and soft, and real and he knows— somehow, inherently— that she isn’t making fun of him, she’s endeared to him and she likes him and that sort of makes the mortifying ordeal worse.

He flings his bare arm over his eyes and everything goes dark as he squeezes his eyes shut.

Her voice floats in from above him. “Are you embarrassed?”

She sounds delighted.

“Yes,” Spencer answers, insistent.

A second later, she’s tugging his hand away from his face and pinning it wrist-up to the mattress and Spencer looks up into her face, and— oh.

Where he’d expected to find amusement, there’s something else on her face. Something darker and smoldering and focused in her eyes. The sound of his heartbeat intensifies in his ears, and he tilts his head back to look at her as she moves with focus, bracketing his hips and waist with the soft inner skin of her knees and leaning down over his bare chest. There’s a part of himself breaking off and floating downriver with the look on her face; he’s losing his grip on what he had to be embarrassed about as she looks endlessly at him, and he swallows hard enough to feel it in his throat and then—

All at once, she’s kissing him. Her chest pressed to his, a breath of air between her waist and the clenched muscle of his stomach. Her hand is still on his wrist, not forcing but holding in place. It feels like security as every synapse in his body lights up, and he can’t help it when he moans again, the sound trapped between her lips and his teeth and lingering, lingering.

She smiles into their kiss. Like she knew what she was doing. Spencer realizes it a moment too late.

With a rush of heady, bright confidence, he gently wraps his fingers around the width of her palm and braces his other hand on her waist; in one fluid motion, he flips them. She hits the bed with a breathless little sound and looks up at him like she wants to be taken, to belong.

He’s not always good with emotions. He doesn’t always know what someone wants just by looking at them.

Tonight, he knows. Tonight, he takes.

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i need to be his suspiciously young girlfriend....

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happy birthday to the prettiest boy ily <3

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❤️‍🔥 thank god for emily prentiss ❤️‍🔥

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Criminal Minds: Evolution | Emily Prentiss | 16x05

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Face painted Matthew is a concept so dear to me I cherish him so much

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is it even october if you’re not stuck in this rotation?

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just saw your rebrand post and thought I’d say hi, one fan-from-a-decade-ago to another! 🫶🏻 i was also super active 10+ years ago and recently waded back into the fandom waters haha

welcome back 🫡

hi and thank you!! welcome back to you as well ❤️

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MATTHEW!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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