#★ elle greenaway

[ipseitydelrey]

if u ever get the motivation u should write an elle greenaway nsfw alphabet 👀👀👀

omg yesss, what better character to start out with than elle 🫶

nsfw alphabet ☆ elle greenaway

ship elle greenaway x afab!reader

warnings smutty smut smut, oral (giving and receiving), sex toys (dildos, strap-ons, vibrators), biting, mommy kink, masturbation, rough sex, slight exhibitionism, edging, quickies

a/n fun fact: in my textbook for my ethics in psych course, there are these small fictional case studies that you have to read and i kid you not, one of the names for an unethical therapist was "dr. romeo quickie." anyways, enjoy~

A = aftercare (what are they like after sex?)

sometimes when she's feeling a little energetic after sex, she cleans you up with a warm washcloth. but most of the time, you just fall asleep in each other's arms while she whispers sweet nothings in your ear.

B = body part (their favourite body part of theirs and of yours)

she loves her mouth. she quickly noticed that whenever she talks, your eyes tend to fall to her lips and usually she would just say "my eyes are up here, babe." she also loves how her mouth anywhere on your skin just makes you want to do anything for her.

as for you, elle loves your thighs. whenever you two are sitting beside each other, maybe at a restaurant or on the couch watching tv, she tends to gently squeeze your thigh and rub her thumb on your skin. when she goes down on you, she loves to kiss and bite the inside of your thighs.

C = cum (anything to do with cum)

she wants to make you cum before she does so herself. her favourite place to cum on is your face, especially when she sits on it and has you eat her out.

D = dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

she knows how to lap dance...and she's damn good at it.

E = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

oh no doubt about it. with both men and women too! in fact, even if you're also quite experienced, she definitely has a thing or two about sex to teach you.

F = favourite position (this goes without saying)

she loves sitting on your face. although of course, she also likes to seat you on her thigh and have you pleasure yourself by grinding against her.

G = goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

she's definitely more serious; her focus is all on you and how to make you feel good. rarely she would make jokes, but during aftercare, she's definitely cracking small sarcastic jokes.

H = hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

she does shave, but she has a small patch of hair that she keeps well-trimmed.

I = intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)

no rose petals, candles, etcetera, but she is tender and loving, even when she's rough. she's huge on consent, so she always makes sure you're okay with something and praises you when you say yes/no.

J= jack off (masturbation headcanon)

when she's away from you (or vice versa), she touches herself once or twice before she (or you) comes back. although sometimes she would send you videos of her masturbating. of course, if you send her nudes, she can't help it.

K = kink (one or more of their kinks)

she's more of a top, but would be willing to bottom. she also loves marking you with hickies, bites, and more. she likes putting them in places only she can see and kissing them, sometimes even biting the marks to make you writhe.

L = location (favourite places to have sex)

cars. she loves how cramped they can be because it makes you two closer together. it can also get quite heated (literally) and sweaty, and she loves how you can potentially be caught.

M = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

whenever you wear her clothes, especially dresses, she's turned on. she loves seeing you in her clothes (and she loves it even more when she takes them off of you). oh, and when you stand up to a bigot? she praises you for your confidence and absolutely rewards you for how strong you are.

N = nope (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

elle would never hit or hurt you at all. she also would never do edgeplay (i.e. guns and knives). as someone who regularly deals with unsubs, she doesn't want to put you in any danger that could remind her of anything she herself has been through.

O = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

let's be real: elle greenaway is a pussy eating god. she eats you out like a woman starved, and damn it feels so good. and yes, while she does love receiving, she loves giving you as much pleasure as possible.

P= pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

she loves being rough and fast because it makes you loud, but when she slows down, you can bet that it's to edge and make you beg for more.

Q = quickies (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

although she doesn't particularly favour it, quickies are quite common on account of how much she's away with the b.a.u.. she does make the most out of it though, because she does like going fast, but she still prefers to take her time and make you cum again and again.

R = risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

knowing elle, she's all about risks. sometimes on days where you're visiting the b.a.u., she likes to tease you by small innuendoes and putting her pen near her mouth. when it's apparent you're hot and bothered, she takes you to the bathroom and eats your pussy out while you struggle to keep your moans to yourself.

S = sexts (yes? no? pictures?)

oh tons and tons of naughty texts are exchanged (phone calls too, which can sometimes escalate to phone sex). pics are definitely sent. when you started sending each other provocative pics, it began with tasteful pictures (clothed or if not clothed, covered with hands; cleavage, thighs, ass, etc.), but over time they escalated to full on nudes.

T= toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

strap-ons are elle's go to for pleasuring you (aside from using her tongue). she has a couple different kinds of dildos that she loves to use on you. she also uses vibrators, both on herself and you.

U = unfair (how much they like to tease)

elle loves to tease and edge you. it's so attractive to her when you beg her to let you cum or touch you. of course, she doesn't want to make it torturous for you, so she has you grind against her mouth/hands/strap-on until you're close...at which point she gives you what you want and makes you orgasm.

V= volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

she moans more than she whimpers. and while she isn't particularly loud, she makes it apparent that she's having a good time by having the sweetest wanton moans.

W = wild card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

as someone who loves control, elle would love it if you decide to be the one in control for a night. she wants you to feel powerful and dominating in the bedroom (she mostly just wants you to ride her face).

X= x-ray (what's going on behind those panties)

again, small patch of hair she keeps neat and trimmed. other than that, her pussy is pretty and you love eating her out.

Y = yearning (how high is their sex drive? how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)

with you, sort of medium to slightly high, but when she's away, high as can be. she misses you dearly when she's without you, so when she comes back, be prepared to not walk tomorrow. regularly she can go two to four rounds and she can definitely last a good while.

Z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

she always makes sure you're comfortable and asleep before going to sleep herself. she cares for your wellbeing and wants you to know how much she appreciates and cares for you so after you have sex, you tend to fall asleep to the sound of her softly whispering "good girl, you're so amazing, you did wonderful..."

[ghostgardn]

hi, im kate :) i was wondering if you could do the star thing w/ me? im a girl and would prefer being shipped with a girl, idm if you include guys though. for fandoms, can you just do criminal minds? not really bothered on any other fandoms lol. i game a lot, and i play games like mortal kombat. i like to cook, read, and im a bit of a germaphobe aha. i like horror movies and my style is a mix of dark academia and grunge— my music taste is heavy metal lmfao. idk if ive missed anything else but yeah !! thank you if you do this, i appreciate it🤘🤘

You requested ⭐️ Star of Fame! from my Celebration Event ★! Thank you :)

a/n: to quote one of my fave TikTok audios "rock on freaky bro🤘"

your pairing is... *drumroll please*

Elle Greenaway! Let's quickly pretend that she was in the show for much longer and her and Emily were besties. kay thanks!

Elle is definitely into Hard Rock/Heavy Metal, especially when she needs to spend time thinking. When she'd get back from a case she'd definitely cuddle with you after a long shower and watch a movie or two. Horror seems to take her mind off of work somehow.

She'd love to watch you cook and she'd try to help in anyway she could. She's a decent slicer/dicer (you might as well keep her on).

A big amount of the time you spend together is trying to beat one another in Mortal Kombat. She picks Mileena so often just because of her cutthroatness, and her creepy cheek jaw thing. Another game she loves to play with you is Dead by Daylight, but whenever you watch playthroughs she pauses the video and talks about the serial killer's headspace. "He probably had head trauma from a young age." to "Late twenties to early thirties." ???

To finish this poorly written match up early. You two mesh really well. She's got more of a corporate grunge to your dark academia/regular grunge. And you work really well together, you cook and she eats.

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Promoting my favorite bots that I keep coming back to over and over again because they deserve recognition 🗣️

(⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡ 6 Spencer, 1 Elle, 1 Penelope, 1 Hotch, 1 Matt, 1 Luke

Ivy-league stolen kisses by BKGSRIOT - college au (I think, I have bad memory) where the lights at ur brother's place go out and ygs sneak off to kiss I love him he's such a nerd

In the hospital after a case by BKGSRIOT - this one's self explanatory but again he's such a nerd I love him

I can fix him, no really, I can by @willowsblanket - post-maeve, the two of you are at one of rossis house parties but you snuck off to the backyard to dance and its so cute and i love him and i love this bot

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You got your wisdom teeth removed (THIS WAS MY FIRST REQUEST 🗣️🗣️) by @virgil-says-things - self explanatory too you got your wisdom teeth removed he's so cute 😭 I keep saying that but I can't help it he's the cutiest of patooties

Work song by @/willowsblanket again!! - it's literally just him coming home to you after a long case and he's so deeply in love with you and. I love him

Early mornings by @mrwxrldwide - that's literally it. Early mornings with elle, neither of you have to work, she's clingy it's so cute I miss Elle Elle pls come home

Psych eval by junomakesbots - that's just it, psych eval with hotch

Late alarm by @julesssyy - the one scene where he sleeps through his alarm or whatever and his wife doesn't wake him up do you guys know what I'm talking about?? It's that scene

Post prison by @/willowsblanket (again!!) - nobody's telling you why he won't contact you and refuses to let you visit in prison, so you decide to confront him when he finally comes home (I've sobbed so hard over this by the way.)

He needs you to be safe by @/julesssyy - you got shot in the shoulder while trying to negotiate with an unsub this one is sm fun I love stressing him out

Ordered to stay behind with her by @/virgil-says-things - you were injured during the last case and so you're staying behind with Garcia AND SHES SO CUTE SHE DOESNT GET ENOUGH LOVE. I LOVE YOU PENELOPE GARCIA ALSO SHE MADE YOU COOKIES.

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[hrtbrkwthrs]

incorrect criminal minds

emily : hey guys, i'm going to dunkin, does anyone want anything?

spencer : actually, i'd love a coff--

emily : dunkin deez nuts

*derek & emily high five*

[plenty-lost-minds]

drive me crazy

spencer reid x fem!reader warnings: smut, p in v, enemies to lovers, riding, semipublic, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it besties), pull out method, mentions of gore (talk of past case), word count: 3.1k

Spencer Reid knew just how to piss you off. He knew just what buttons to press to incite anger. After a year of built tension and feelings confessed in a small car in the middle of the night, it leads to other things.

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There are three things certain after an official year of working in the BAU. One, you were practically built for the job. Two, the coffee machine in the office was terrible.

Three, you hated Spencer Reid.

The boy genius had done many things over the year to justify this hatred. Whether it was refusing to accept the fact you were clearly right about something, getting coffee for everyone in the office except you, or constantly striving to prove himself better then you, he always found a way to make your skin crawl.

You had joined the team along with Emily Prentiss, Agent Hotchner having had already approved our entry to replace Elle Greenaway when Emily Prentiss was also pushed into the team. After some adjustments, the team had settled with seven members.

Quickly after joining, Spencer had something against you. Despite your attempts at kindness, he always found a way to dig into your scalp and pluck any patience you had in you.

The first case you’d worked with the team had been a hard one.

Eight 13 year old girls in Florida had been stabbed and dumped on the side of different highways. They had laceration marks on their wrists and ankles, showing that they’d been kept tied somewhere. The unsub would keep their victims for three days. The part that had thrown everyone off was the fact that every victim was found with their hair cut off and were placed in pajamas post mortem.

At first, the initial profile pointed to a preferential offender but you’d suggested the team keep their minds open because something about the profile felt off to you.

After the discovery of more evidence, you’d concluded and presented to the team the the unsub was in fact a women and the profile was incorrect.

Spencer was quickly at your throat.

He’d argued that the violent M.O. did not in anyway point to a woman and the case was clearly and simply just a hyper specific offender.

Due to Spencers resistance, the team subtly sided with him, continuing to proceed searching for a man.

When the team had unknowingly talked to the unsub in order to find the man who was the current suspect, it led to her almost killing the kid she was currently holding, and the rest of the team decided to take a look at your perspective.

That had led to the arrest of the true unsub. After that, the team quickly trusted your input. Well, everyone but Spencer.

Now, at a restaurant, the entire team was celebrating yours and Emilys year BAU anniversaries. After Derek and Penelope dragged Spencer to the dinner, it was sure to be an interesting night.

“You know kid, you’ve sure made a presence on this team, even after just a year.” Gideon told her.

“You think? Sometimes it feels like there’s never anything i could do to feel like im a part of it.” You responded.

“You mean Spencer?” He he said, more like an accusation than a question.

You smiled at him, implicating his correctness to him. He laughed slightly and looked across the long table at the boy they spoke of. He sat in between Derek and Penelope, struggling with a pair of chopsticks.

“He’s intimidated by you.” Gideon said.

You shook your head, denying his allegation. “No, i think he just hates me.”

“No. His behavior around you is strange. You say he hates you but he subconsciously looks for you. When he’s next to you, he leans into you just enough to not be hate. You intimidate him and yet he looks up to you.”

You barked out in laughter, stifling enough to not draw attention. “Im sorry Gideon but that ridiculous. He’s a living search engine. He’s not intimidated by me.”

“Why do you say that. Your not any less capable then him. Sure you don’t have an eidetic memory and all but out of all of us, on paper you’re right next to him when it comes to education and intelligence. You’ve done plenty enough in your career for him to be intimidated by you.” Gideon said nonchalantly, catching you off guard.

You paused, your grip on your fork steady and your eye pasted onto your plate. Gideon turned to talk to Hotch who sat on his other side.

As you ate your food, he hairs on the back of your neck stood. Your eyes flickered from your plate and up, scanning the table to see whose eyes were caught on you.

You huffed a breath of air from your nose when your eyes met the devil you spoke of.

His eys didn’t flicker or waver from yours. His face was unreadable and slightly hostile. You found his gaze to be a challenge, you the opponent.

You settled your fork besides your half eaten plate and leaned back against your seat. You crossed your hands over your chest defensively, shielding from his threatening eyes.

What is he thinking, you asked yourself.

Suddenly, he broke the eye contact and turned to the tipsy Penelope besides him and chatted away like nothing just happened.

From then on, the dinner was simple and happy. After a few drinks and painfully long good byes, everyone went their separate ways.

As you stood outside in the cool fall night, your nose and cheeks pinked with the bitting chill of the air. You tightly wrapped your thick coat around your body, ducking your head to attempt to avoid the cold.

As walked to your car you thought about the past year. About the things you’d seen and felt in the past year at the famous BAU. The horrors your eyes had witnessed were beyond you’d imagined. This job was not made for the sensitive. The images haunted you in you sleep and it never left your mind.

But, the job wasn’t all bad. You’d met your best friend, Emily after the two of you joined together, sticking to one another as the newbies. You’d helped families and caught the monsters that lurked our crowds. But sometimes, it seemed like it was never going to end.

When you reached your car and sat down, you put your key into the ignition and turned.

The depressing whine of the engine made your heart drop. You tried over, and over, and over again. In sterling and removing the key over and over.

Fuck Fuck Fuck you thought. In a burst of anger, you hit the steering wheel again and again, becoming desperate and irritable.

You snatched your puse from the passengers seat and stood out of the car, slamming the door slightly more aggressively than you intended. You leaned on the door and threw your head back and took a breath.

You were about a 30 minute drive from your house, it was late at night and your phone battery was lower than you would’ve liked.

“What did the car do to you?” A certain voice called out.

Oh not now, you thought.

“How long have you been standing there?” I asked, turning my head to look at the boy standing a few feet from me.

“I was walking to my car and i saw you beating the shit out of yours.” Spencer said, a snarky smile on his face.

“Wont turn on. Been meaning to go get a new one but I think with our job its impossible to find the time.” You said, not knowing why you felt the need to converse with him.

You sighed deeply and dug into your purse and dug out your phone. at this hour, there had to at least be one text available.

“Well, night Reid.” You said, beginning to walk past him. You heard him sigh as you passed. After you’d made it a few feet, he tuned and called for you, stopping you in your tracks.

“I cant in good conscious leave you here.” He said, looking everywhere but at you.

“And that means?” You pressed.

“And that means im offering you a ride. your place isn’t that far off of my way.”

You paused and looked at him. You weighed your options.

Any other person would say it wasn’t a choice. That it was obvious getting in a car with him is better than finding a taxi. But you’re not any other person. So you hesitated.

On one side, taking him up on his offer would mean less time in this cold, no money spent, and even though Spencer and you may not be the best of buddies, it was are with him. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you, no matter how much it seemed like he wanted to.

“Fine.” You said quickly.

His eye seemed to widen, slightly surprised.

“What you think I was going to chose to stay out here?” you said sarcastically.

“I guess not.” He mumbled.

The walk to his car was silent and tense. Like there was a bubble surrounding the two that slowly leeched of any oxygen, depriving them from their breath.

Finally they reached the car and got in. You were almost scared to move, afraid even the slightest twitch would incite anger. Spencer turned on the car and quickly went off. In your peripheral vision, your could see Spencer slightly turn his head towards you, catching a look or two. You pretended to not notice and look straight ahead.

It was too quiet.

You earned forward to turn on the radio, the static of the radio station filling the car. You flipped through the stations until you landed on a soft pop station. The words of the song got lost in the air, the gentle flow of the music making the tension in you release slightly.

As you looked out the window, you hard the statin suddenly change. when you turn your head you see Spencer skipping through the stations.

“That was a good song.” You said in a matter of factory tone.

“No it isn’t.” He responded.

“Can you at least let the song finish?” She asked.

“No.” Was all he said.

You remained staring at him was an expression of utter disgust. He looked at you, his eye flickering between your expression and the road.

“What is your fucking issue with me?” You suddenly yelled, slightly louder than intended.

“I dont know what you’re talking about.” He responded.

You barked out in a humorless laughter. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

You sat staring at him, almost as if you were expecting him to actually answer that. Spencer felt heat bubble in his cheeks at the confrontation.

“Pull over.” You instructed firmly.

“What? No.” He snapped back.

“PULL OVER!” You yelled back.

Following your orders, the boy pulled into the closest parking spot on the road.

“Every single day from the second i joined the BAU you’ve acted like a fucking pretentious, rude son of bitch and i don’t fucking know why. I have never done anything to try to hurt you or direct malice. And yet you still treat me like shit. You are a grown man and you need to fucking resolve this or else-“

You were cut off by the last thing you thought you’d be cut off by.

His lips.

They were on yours.

You sat frozen at his extremely unexpected response.

He backed away, eyes soft and almost guilty. Fear was etched in his face, especially as he looked at your utterly shocked face.

Stuttering to get any words out, your hands gravitated to the car door,searching for a handle.

“Y/n-“ Spencer pleaded, seeing your body was prepared to flee.

When your hand found the handle, there wasn’t a second of hesitation to swing the door open, you almost falling out with it.

You stepped out and stood on the empty pavement. The chill of the air hit you, the shock paired with a freeze.

“Y/n.” Spencer called as he got out of the car and walked around it to you.

“Y/n im so sorry i don’t k-“

“Is that why you’ve been rude to me? Some little schoolboy strategy of getting the girl?” She interrupted. “Cause you have some fucking crush on me?”

“Its not a crush, y/n. Its not some stupid crush. I- I cant handle this y/n. Attaching onto somebody. From the moment i met you, you were smart, and kind, and beautiful and i got scared to attach. It doesn’t excuse how terrible I’ve treated you and im so sorry for that. And the way i just handled this situation wasn’t my best moment.” He explained, holding her elbows the entire time.

You didn’t know what to say. You wanted to laugh at the sheer stupidity of his reason but you wanted to keep yelling at him for his harmful manner. But most of all, you wanted to kiss him.

Oh how the boy knew to press all your nerves, but sometimes, they were the wrong nerves.

There was no denying, even the rest of the team noticed the carnal tension between the two. The arguing voices were more like pleads of the desperate.

Yes, his sharp stabs at your ego surely ignited rage, but, when the rage is coming from a too slick smirking pretty boy towering over you, the rage sometimes evolved to something else.

So, you decided to take a leap and listen to your head. Now, your head was telling you to take the puppy-eyed boy in front of you and teach him just how terrible he was.

Gripping onto his face with both hands, you took the lunge and caught his lips to yours.

To your surprise, he returned it with the same passion and confidence.

Now standing below the dim streetlight, the only warmth between two bodies filled with unresolved issue, everything felt ten times stronger.

Spencers hands found their way over your shoulders, on your back, wandering fingers falling to you hips, squeezing just enough to pull a whimper from your lips.

The noise flipped a switch on the all to ready Spencer. He pushed his hips onto you, leaning you onto the car.

“We’re closer to my house.” You said in between desperate breaths.

“Not close enough.” He said before dipping down and opening the car door behind you and with on hand on your lower back, bringing you forward.

Catching what he was insinuating, you turned and bent over to lean the chair all the way back. While you did, you pressed your backside onto Spencers crotch, using your position as an advantage to tease. If you weren’t going insane, you could swear you heard him whine.

Expecting you to lay inside first so he could be on top, he was surprised when you grabbed his shirt and pushed him in first. But, he wasn’t about to question you.

When he laid down, he stayed on his elbows looking at you with a smile of excitement. You looked at him as you undid you took off your coat, tossing it over him onto the drivers seat.

You ducked in the car, straddling his hips, one knee on each side. You shut the door and turned down the heater.

“Are you ok. It kind of confined in here.” He said, his hands going to the sides of your thighs.

“Don’t worry about me pretty boy.” You said, leaning down and kissing him.

His hands slid up from your thighs and under your dress, both hands flat on your ass.

You began to slightly grid your hips right over the imminent bulge tenting on his pants. With a tilt of your hips, you grinded over your clit.

You moaned into his mouth, which he replied with his own.

He whimpered at the pressure your movements had on his dick. You repeated the actions, slowing down and moving painfully slow.

“Fuck y/n, please.” He mumbled into your lips.

You slowed your hips even more, almost halting. Spencer tried to move his hips, but your hands pressing down on his pelvic area revenged him.

“God.” He groaned, his head pressing down into the seat.

“Does it hurt?” You asked.

“Y-yes.” He sputtered.

“Good.” You responded.

You sat back up straighter and brought your hands to the button of his pants, undoing them and lifting your self enough to push them down. His boxers had a wet stain of his precum on the grey fabric.

“Y/n please.” He begged and you palmed him over the boxers.

“I like it when you beg.” You laughed lightly.

You pressed down slightly harder on his boner, earning a whimper.

Your own eagerness began to make it difficult to continue teasing. You pulled down his boxers, his hard dick springing out.

You stroked him a few times as you positioned yourself.

“What do you want baby.” You purred, holding yourself above him.

“You.” He groaned, hands flying to your waist, encouraging you to lower on him.

You followed his pleads. You moved your panties to the side and sunk into him, moaning out and supporting yourself with one hand on his chest and another on the window.

A string of murmurs spilled out of his mouth as you lowered, putting a smile on your face. He returned you with one of his own, shaking his head to get hair out of his face.

You began to move, bouncing on his cock. Moans and whimpers filled the car, your movements making him hit your sweet spot.

“Just like that.” He moaned, his hands remaining on your hips.

You slightly leaned forward to avoid hitting your head on the roof of the car. The lean helped him go deeper, making you call out.

“Spencer.” You panted in between kisses. “Im close.” You said, acknowledging the knot forming in your lower abdominal.

“Me too.” He whimpered. One of his hands dragged down from your hip down to your etching core. His thumb found your clit immediately, tracing circles. The stimulation brought you over the edge. Your movements became inconsistent and slowed.

Your orgasm washed over you like a wave, sprouting from below your stomach.

“Im gonna-“ Spencer muttered, moving your hips off of him. You followed his directions and flopped onto the drivers seat quickly. Right when you came off of him, he finished with a twitch of his body, his cum pooling onto the part of is stomach that was revealed by his lifted shirt.

You watched him there, laying and panting, his eyes hooded and his shirt messy. The image brought a smirk to your face. He turned his head towards you.

“What?” He asked, noticing your amusement.

“Nothing. Just you look very… Amicable right now.”

You leaned over the center console and kissed up his neck. When you reached his ear, you bit it gently.

“My place is less than five minutes from here.”

[cressidascowper]

CRIMINAL MINDS APPRECIATION WEEK 2021 ★ DAY 4: FAVORITE DYNAMIC/RELATIONSHIP ↳ Derek Morgan and Elle Greenaway “Next time show a little leg. Morgan, the only time you’re gonna see a little leg from me is when I��m about to kick your ass.”

[another-fantasy-world]

Heyyy, I apologize in adavance if I begin to ramble while asking you to write this fic; okay so would you write something where fem!reader and Elle have broken up and reader is in a new relationship with someone else now, and Elle comes to her and basically seduces her back to her if that makes sense, and they get back together and everything :)

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Title: When I Said Goodbye I Didn’t Mean It

Pairing: Elle Greenaway x Fem! Reader

Summary: In which your world is suddenly shaken by the woman you thought you will never see again.

Warnings: None. I don’t think there’s any. But soft! Elle tho.

Word Count: 934 Words

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You didn’t really know where to begin. Your relationships always seems to end up in shambles, Your first left you with so much trauma, the second one fixed you only for her to also replace you, and the third one, the one you loved the most. She infuriates you so much, because even after what she had done, you cannot find it in yourself to hate her, even dislike her, you just can’t. Which is probably why you’re having this conversation with your girlfriend. Well, soon-to-be-ex-girlfriend.

"Look, I have a meeting in 3 minutes. Can we talk about this later?" You sigh out, your "girlfriend" spouting nonsense about you cheating, which you weren't. Handling a very successful company has it's downsides.

"I don't want to be your distraction Y/LN. I deserve better than this bullshit you give me. I'm breaking up with you." Memories of you spoiling her rotten to make up for the dozen missed dates and to you asking your secretary to clear your schedule to tend to her needs and wants.

"Look, Please. We can talk about this when I get home okay darling?" You try to reason with her, the door opening making you spin your chair around, raising a brow at your secretary.

"Ms. Y/LN. I'm sorry for interrupting but the FBI is here to talk to you." She says, her eyes filled with concern.

You nodded to let them in, lifting a pointer finger to tell them to wait.

"I fucking knew it! I knew it! You bitch! Meeting my ass. You're fucking your secretary aren't you? You-" You stop her

"Enough." You say, barely containing your anger.

"I am not fucking my secretary, She’s my cousin. Two, how dare you accuse me when you're the reason I'm having this late meeting in the first place? I postponed the meeting with my investors last week to take you out on a date.” You took a deep breath, careful not to lose your temper.

“You know what? Fine. Fine. Do what you want. Break up with me. I'll be home after midnight, you better pack your shit and go." You angrily let out, pinching the bridge of your nose in plain annoyance.

You weren't together for long, 6 months to be exact, but it was enough to get your heart to fall to your stomach. I mean after everything you did... it's hardly about the money, you had tons of it. It's the time you wasted on her.

"I'm so sorry about that." You soon find yourself staring at familiar brown eyes, making your own widen slightly

"Trouble in Paradise?" You snap yourself from the trance you were previously in.

"It's hardly important, Agent Morgan." you hummed but nodded your head anyways.

"We just want to question you with something regarding our current case, Ms. Y/LN" You sat up straight, not just because your company was involved in a case, but also because, the woman you thought you would never see again was sitting right in front of you.

"Of course, Agent Greenaway." You shivered, not liking how you missed saying her name.

A few minutes of questioning later, you gave them the file of one Daniel Reynolds, a creep that you knew you should've fired a long time ago.

"Thank you for cooperating, Ms. Y/LN." Agent Morgan shakes your hand, he shared a look with Elle before nodding.

"Y/N..."

"Elle." You pursed your lips

"Can we talk?"

"I- You're on a case Elle. You don't need the distraction. This is unprofessional." You sighed, sinking into your seat.

"Who cares? I certainly don't. Do you?" She says, circling your desk and sitting on the edge of it, right in front of you.

"Well. That's not fair Elle." You covered your face out of embarrassment.

"What's not fair?" you could practically feel her smirk

"You. You left me. In an apartment you rented. A letter with the word "Goodbye" on the fridge and nothing else. " You frowned. The dull pain in your heart strikes again

"...Not my proudest moment, but I needed to leave in a hurry. I'm so sorry. You were in danger and I needed to leave, I'm so sorry. I know I said goodbye but I didn’t mean it, I promise. You might think that this is really cheesy, but I never stopped thinking about you. Hell I always see you on the news and... I just-" She held your hands in hers and gently pulled it away from your face. Her brown orbs staring into yours.

"Let me make it up to you, my love?" she smiles

You thought it over, on one hand, you just broke up with someone you wasted your time on, you don’t want to move too fast, on the other hand, you could make her work for your forgiveness, earn yourself some time, maybe for a few months, without being too cruel, just because. You think about it for a couple of minutes

"...One last chance Greenaway. Fuck me up one last time and..."

You stood up, fixed your shirt and walked to your door, one hand on the handle. You looked back at her over your shoulder.

"Let's just say that me being just involved in your case will be the least of your worries, my love. Pick me up at 7, Next Saturday." You winked, leaving her to her own thoughts. Entering your conference room with a smirk on your face.

"...Right." She stared at your retreating figure until you’re out of sight.

It was right then and there that Elle remembered why she loved you so much.

[ipseitydelrey]

Hello! I would like to submit a request for Elle Greenaway x fem!Reader. How about spending holidays with Elle trying to cheer her up after leaving the BAU/starting a new life together? Thank you for your time!

oooo the power this prompt holds…i’ve always wondered what might have happened to elle after she left

when memories snow ☆ e. greenaway

ship elle greenaway x fem!reader

warnings slight angst, pre-established relationship, hurt/comfort but it’s definitely comfort, timeline’s a mess just pretend that the episode where elle quits aired in december and not october okay?, not beta-read

word count 895

summary after elle quits the BAU following the events of s2:e5, reader tries to cheer her up during the holidays.

a/n yeah the title is a mitski reference, dont blame me i love her <3 also this is just propaganda to get y’all to watch The Apartment dir. Billy Wilder (1960) bc it’s a cute christmas movie! merry christmas to those who celebrate, and happy holidays !!

When the cold night air nips at your skin while waiting outside of Elle’s apartment, you’re glad you remembered to bring thick sweaters.

It was a spur of the moment decision to show up unannounced. That is made clear when Elle answered to your knocks and opened the door. She isn’t really enthusiastic to see you; which you can understand. Her quitting from the FBI is a fresh wound, and she had only told you of her leave through a midnight text a couple nights ago.

In short, she wasn’t expecting you here, especially in the middle of the night and while a budding snowstorm is brewing.

“What are you doing here?” The question isn’t aggressive; none of what she has ever said to you has been aggressive in tone. No, it was genuine, like she really is wondering why you’re at her apartment.

You gesture to a spare sweater nestled in your arms. “It’s the holidays,” you reply. “I wanna spend them with you.”

Elle sighs and steps aside, allowing you in. You go inside and the first thing you notice upon entry are the few packed and sealed boxes in the corner, assuming they’re untouched incase your girlfriend needed to move again. You eye them but decide not to bring it up; after all, the last thing Elle would want with all she’s been through in a short time span is you criticizing her.

She glances at the fuzzy sweater you’re wearing. “Does it itch?” she questions as she closes and locks the door, trapping the cold air outside.

You look down and straighten the dark green wool with your free hand. “Actually, it’s really soft.” You extend the crimson sweater in your arm to her. “I brought one for you!”

Seeing how happy you are, she takes the sweater and pulls it over her head; the red suits her perfectly. “Thank you,” Elle says, letting her hand run over the fabric on her arm. Her faint smile fades into a light scowl. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” you ask.

“I didn’t tell you sooner.”

You stand there quietly, breaking the eye contact you had for a second before meekly assuring, “Do you wanna talk about it?”

The second when you stop talking, Elle moves to the living room and you follow behind closely. “I don’t think you came all the way here just to hear me whine,” she chuckles lightly.

“Okay, well,” you were originally assuming that she would turn you away at the door; now, you hadn’t envisioned you would get this far. Suddenly, you have an idea. “Do you still have those hot cocoa packets?”

She raised an eyebrow at your question. “Yeah…why, do you want some?”

“I’ll make it!” you yell as you run into the kitchen, leaving her behind. You’re lucky to have already memorized where everything in the kitchen is, being that this is only your third visit to her apartment. You turned on the electric kettle and collected two mugs and two hot chocolate packets, alongside some small marshmallows which took some time to find. Despite how often Elle would be away from her apartment, her kitchen is surprisingly well-stocked.

After you pour the hot water and contents of the packets into the mugs, you collect them and make your way back to the living room. Elle, now seated on the couch with a wooly blanket draped over one leg, stares at you as you carefully hand her the mug.

The cocoa, as delicious as it smells, is still burning hot, but that tidbit of information slipped your mind as you took a small sip, only to burn your tongue and jerk your head back. Elle chuckled at your reaction and while you’re happy to hear her laughter, you’re also playfully offended by her apparent sadism.

You slap her shoulder lightly as you sit down next to her, leaning your torso against her warm body. She responds with a joking “ouch” as she softly blows on her hot chocolate. You pull the blanket over to cover both sets of legs.

Elle sets her mug down and grabs the remote. “What d’you wanna watch,” she asks, opening up a streaming service on the television.

You take another sip, thankfully the cocoa is cooler and not unpleasantly hot. “Oh, I don’t know,” you say. “It’s your house, why don’t you pick?”

She nods, using the remote to navigate to an old black-and-white movie you hadn’t seen yet. “The Apartment? Is that a Christmas movie?”

“Technically,” she quipped, taking back her mug and drinking when the movie starts.

A few minutes in, you lean your head against her shoulder. “You know you can talk to me about anything, right?” you suggest, out of the blue.

Elle glances at you with her eyes. “I know.”

“It’s not…necessarily about, y’know, the BAU, but…” you’re unsure of whether or not you want to continue. You look down at the steam rising out of your mug. “I just wanna know if you’re doing okay.”

“I am,” she replies. “I’m okay, I swear.” She turns her head and kisses your forehead softly before turning back and wrapping her arm along the back of your neck.

You smile and take another sip of the hot chocolate, with the sounds of old-timey music in the background and the warmth of Elle’s presence to comfort you.

literally did not know how to end this, but like it’s very cute 🫶 hope y’all enjoyed (if there’s anything wrong in the fic, let me know and i’ll fix it!) and happy holidays !! ❄️

[ipseitydelrey]

the feminine urge to write nsfw alphabets for characters i find hot

(i probably won’t have the motivation to do so)

[ipseitydelrey]

Could I request headcanons of Elle Greenaway and Jennifer Jareau with a fem!reader who insists they’re not drunk (when they most definitely are) XD

sounds like a funny idea, ofc you can request this !!

“i’m not drunk!” ☆ elle greenaway & jennifer jareau

ship elle greenaway x jennifer jareau x drunk!fem!reader

warnings reader is hammered lol, alcohol (ofc)

a/n took a while, so sorry about that! this is also my first polyamorous post so i’m excited about that :D

★ you’re probably at a bar with the team, celebrating a case that went by easily.

★ yeah everybody’s drinking (minus spencer and his arnold palmer), but you are HAMMERED.

★ stumbling around, slurring your speech, giggling and flushed type of drunk.

★ as such, you have to be supervised. downside is that you are probably the single worst person to look after while drunk because you are incredibly good at getting other people drunk too.

★ so penelope was originally slated to supervise you, but ten minutes after she joined you, you and her were drunkenly giggling about nothing at all.

★ the rest of the team that are present are also quick inebriated, but elle and jj didn’t drink that much tonight. so now they’re stuck with you.

★ they take the initiative and decide to take the team to their respective homes. after dropping everyone off at their houses, the only person left was you.

★ elle holds you upright the most as her and jj carry you to your front door. while elle has her arm around your waist and you arm around the back of her neck, jj fishes into your pockets for your keys. it’s definitely worrying that you don’t really react.

★ they practically drag you inside and then drag you some more to your bedroom after jj closes the door and takes off your shoes.

★ they plop you down onto your bed as you groan drunkenly. jj goes to get an aspirin and some water for when you go to sleep and wake up with a wicked hangover.

★ elle, on the other hand, tries to make sure you’re comfortable by only taking off your pants and situating you under the covers.

★ after she pulls the blanket up about halfway over you, you reach out and pull her into the bed with you, immediately wrapping your arms around her as if she were a stuffed animal.

★ jj returns with the pill and glass in hand to see you sloppily kissing elle on the cheek as she pulls away from you. jj chuckles, setting the items in her hands down onto the bedside table as elle tries to get you to calm down and sleep.

★ once you appear to be close to clocking out for the night, elle gets up from the bed but you whine in response, beckoning both of the women to join you.

★ elle sighs, but jj seems completely fine with it. they both do end up climbing under the covers next to you, holding you until you fall asleep.

★ of course, they end up staying. your bed is just so warm and they want to make sure you get your rest and you take your aspirin when you awake next.

★ luckily you have a day off, so next morning, when you wake up with a throbbing headache and the worst hangover, you find the two women still asleep on either side of you.

★ you do notice the water and aspirin on the table, but that can wait (even if your headache is telling you no).

[hrtbrkwthrs]

incorrect criminal minds

rossi : tara and jj, you go to the crime scene. prentiss and reid, you go to the police department and set up -

emily : who's reid?

spencer : seriously, emily? this is childish.

emily : is there an annoying fly around here? does anybody hear that buzzing?

rossi : alright, what's this all about...

jj : spencer won at cards.

emily : HE CHEATED

spencer : I DID NOT

jj : ENOUGH.

[cressidascowper]

CRIMINAL MINDS APPRECIATION WEEK DAY 5 ★ FAVORITE MINOR CHARACTER ↳ Elle Greenaway (insp.) “The men I hunt down are cowards. For the most part, they target the weakest members of society, women and children. There’s nothing I’d rather do more than put the bastards away.”