#David Rossi x reader

[literaryavenger]

WORTH IT

Summary: When a case doesn't go as planned, you can't help but question if your job is worth it.

Pairing: Dad!Figure!Rossi x Reader.

Warnings: Descriptions of violence. Descriptions of death. Slight teasing. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 1.3K

A/N: Yes, I know. I suck at following self-imposed deadlines, don't @ me, I hate myself enough for all of us. This is my first time writing for anything other than Marvel, but I love Criminal minds and I had this dream that I couldn't get out of my head. So I took a couple of hours to write it down in a way that makes sense instead of being a borderline fever dream and I hope it finds the right people and someone likes it. More to come, I promise.

Masterlist

It wasn’t supposed to end like this. A gun pointed to your temple while you kneel down, about to be executed in an underground tunnel somewhere in the middle of Idaho while a frightened mother and her innocent son watch from the corner, their whimpers filling the air.

It was supposed to be a simple case, there were already good leads on the UnSub before JJ even got the request for help, but local police felt overwhelmed by the rapid escalation of the executions and were worried they’d soon have a spree killer on the loose, then the Unsub escalated to abducting a ten year old from his house where he lived with his mother and brother.

So the team flew to the small town in Idaho to lend a hand, doing what you do best and coming up with a profile for the UnSub based on every detail you could gather.

What you didn’t profile, however, was that the UnSub would show up at the scene of the abduction while you and Rossi were checking it out, and you’d end up witnessing the masked man executing the child. A goddamn ten year old. 

You’d been in shock, not even sure if you were breathing as you saw the little body hit the floor until Rossi rushed in but the UnSub was already gone. Rossi had to literally shake you, his hands on your shoulders, to even just get you to look away from the lifeless kid and acknowledge your teammate’s presence, but even as you looked up at Rossi, he could tell you were basically looking through him as if he was made of glass.

The team could see it hit you hard, so Hotch ordered a police officer to take you, along with the now deceased kid’s mother and little brother, somewhere safe.

But you didn’t profile the UnSub being a police officer, did you?

So now here you are, taking your last breaths. 

One. Why are you counting them?

Two. Why not count them, you have nothing to lose.

Three. Wonder how high you can get.

Four. The barrel of the gun presses against your forehead, your eyes closed.

Five. It doesn’t matter, you’re going to die either way.

Six. Is this the end you imagined for yourself? Seven. Shot execution style by a lunatic?

Eight. Definitely not. Nine. You hear him cock the gun. This is it. Ten– Your eyes snap open as the door is kicked down and, suddenly, the UnSub’s attention is on the man launching at him, tackling him to the ground as the two of them fight it out once the gun is knocked out of the UnSub’s hand.

Rossi. Wait– Gun. Yes, gun first. Gun first, then Rossi.

You reach for the gun and grab it, standing up and pointing it at the UnSub just as he lands a punch on Rossi’s face that sends him tumbling to the corner where the whimpering mother and child still are. “Hands up!” 

The man stops, facing you now with his hands up. He looks like he’s surrendering, but you don’t move, your gut telling you to stay still and not let him out of your sight. It’s the most subtle of feelings churning in your stomach and screaming at you that he’s not about to give up so easily. There’s no remorse, no redeemable quality in a man like him.

It happens in seconds, he takes half a step before you’re pulling the trigger and the sound of the bullet flying and hitting its target mixed with the mother and child’s screams deafens you.

The silence that follows is unnatural as you look down at the man now on the ground, a bullet hole on the wall next to where the UnSub’s head just was.

The bullet hitting the plaster distracted the UnSub long enough for Rossi to knock him out.

Unconscious, not dead. 

“Everything okay, kid?” Rossi asks you as he sits in front of you on the jet as you make your way back home, placing a glass of what’s probably scotch in front of you.

You stay silent for a moment, just looking out of the window. “How do you do it?” You finally say quietly.

“Do what?” Rossi frowns a little as he looks at you so intently you’d think he could keep you together only with his gaze.

“You’ve been doing this for a long time.” You start as you pick up the glass in front of you with a sigh but just look at it, still not drinking from it. “Since before I was born, probably since before most of us could even walk or talk yet... You’ve seen the worst humanity has to offer, people who kill men, women and children and have no remorse…” You scoff and shake your head. “And you know how many more like him there still are out there, so… How do you still have faith? How do you keep believing there’s good in people?”

The entire jet seems to have gotten quiet as everybody waits with bated breath for Rossi’s response, while the older gentleman just looks at you.

“You really wanna know?” He asks softly after what feels like forever and you finally look up at him since he sat down, simply nodding. You can tell the rest of the team is listening intently, but your attention is fully on Rossi. “It’s because of people like you.”

It’s a short, matter of fact answer and yet the way you frown makes it seem like he’s just posed a math problem to you in ancient Greek. “Me?”

“Yes. You.” Rossi nods and sips his own booze. “You, Morgan, Hotch. Penelope, Prentiss, JJ… Wonder boy over there…” He nods towards Reid, who scoffs while Morgan chuckles and you almost smile. Almost.

“People who risk their lives everyday to help someone else survive theirs.” Rossi continues. “People who drop everything to fly across the country to help someone in need. People who have a perfect shooting record and still miss their target because they don’t take the life of someone that’s unarmed, no matter how bad you want to.” He gives you a knowing look that you avoid by sipping your scotch. Damn old man.

“We all know there are many deviants out there. And sometimes it feels like every time we catch one, ten more pop out.” Rossi leans in on the table. “Believe it or not, sometimes I feel like it’s hopeless too.”

You look up at him again when he says that. “You do?” You ask quietly. “You always seem so… Sure of yourself.”

“I’m not, that’s why I retired. But I also came back.” He smiles at you. “Because this, what we do, this fight… It’s more important than doubt. We save lives, we make a difference, even if sometimes it doesn’t feel like it. You want to know why I keep believing there’s still good out in the world? Because I see it. Everyday, in this team.”

You manage a small smile and look around at the team, everybody still listening intently and you can tell they can all relate to your hopeless feeling and, to some degree, they  all needed to hear Rossi’s words too.

You sigh and look back at Rossi, raising your glass. “To the good we do.”

Rossi’s smile widens and clicks the glass with yours. “Salud.” 

You sip the scotch and look back out the window, the usual chatter of the jet slowly returning. Rossi put things into perspective, but it doesn’t erase the image of that little kid’s life being cut short in front of you because of one sick man’s game.

You’re not okay, far from it, but through all the doubt there’s one thing that you keep reminding yourself now, a little voice in the back of your head that’s deep and raspy and has a bit of a Long Island accent: We save lives, we make a difference, even if sometimes it doesn’t feel like it.

[ddejavvu]

Could you do a criminal minds x reader where reader is viewed as super sweet and dresses brighter and stuff like Penelope but one day they have to come in like super late/by surprise so everyone is in their normal clothes and the bau sees that reader has a big ass, super cool tattoo? And they’re all surprised and stuff

You're looking less-than professional in your backless halter top when you take your seat at the round table, but no one bats an eye until you stand from the chair to leave. Hotch's call of 'Wheels up in 20' means that the room clears as everyone hunts for their gobags, and the second you turn your back to your coworkers a litany of reactions fill the space.

Of course, the most dramatic is from Garcia, but you hear enough to count all of your coworkers, except one. Hotch's brows are raised when you turn back to see them, though - apparently he's not above being startled.

"Woah, hot stuff," Prentiss calls, a grin spreading over her face, "You've got some nice ink back there!"

"I didn't know you had tattoos," JJ muses, staring at you with curious amusement like she's recalculating your image in her mind, "That's really intricate. I like it."

"Oh, it's-" You reach a hand up to stroke awkwardly over the inked skin, "I kind of forgot you'd never seen it before."

"Turn around again!" Garcia gushes, "I wanna look at it."

You spin on command, and Hotch and Rossi are kind enough not to gawp with the others, passing you on their way to the door.

"You've got guts, kid," Rossi grimaces, "I've been in a lot of pain before, but I don't know if I'd willingly sit there for all of that."

"I wouldn't," Hotch shakes his head with a good-natured smile, "Haley and I got small, matching ones in college, and I had a hard time with that one."

"Is that based off of Norse mythology?" Spencer pokes his head around your shoulder to stare bright-eyed at you, "Some of the symbols remind me of-"

"It's just a sick-ass tattoo, Reid." Morgan shoves at his shoulder. peering avidly at the art, "Don't ruin this for everyone."

Reid takes the shove like a champion, smiling kindly, albeit awkwardly at you as he moves for the door himself, "I like it."

"Thanks, Reid," You call, flinching slightly as a hand traces one of the symbols on your back.

"Ooh! Sorry, pumpkin," Garcia calls, the hand drawn away in a flash, "I got too grabby. I just think it's really cool," she takes your hand, leading you towards the door while the others follow to continue staring at your tattoo, "I'd show you my own body art, but it's not really in a spot that I can display in the workplace."

"Well this I've gotta see," Morgan teases, "Let's all huddle in the bathroom on the jet, babygirl, and see what you're hiding."

"It is not for your eyes, Derek Morgan," She huffs, though she's grinning at his attempt. The look in her eyes suggests that the tattoo is not for his eyes because it's something to do with him, and you're eager to giggle over whatever part of her body she's tatted 'babygirl' over later.

For now, though, you rifle through your gobag and shrug on a cardigan, effectively covering your back and its ink.

"It is a crying shame to cover up that artwork," Prentiss laments, "I bet it looks awesome peeking over tank tops."

"You'll see it again at the hotel," You laugh, "I have plans to use the jacuzzi before we leave."

"A jacuzzi sounds fantastic," JJ sighs, "But let's all of us agree that Morgan isn't invited - I wanna see Garcia's tattoo."

[ithebookhoarder]

Hello hi ! 🤗

Can you do a "bau reacts" when they are undercover in public and about to be found out so the reader just starts making out with them to pretend they are just a couple?

(BAU Headcanons) Making out Undercover

A/N: Mwahaha. Oh, this is a good prompt. Thanks for making me daydream all afternoon. Enjoy my lovelies 😉 Also, as a note, I'm writing the main BAU where I'm at watching it (season 13) plus Luke as he was requested previously 💕

Warnings: Mentions of threat, mentions of weapons, alcohol references, sexual references, implied cases / unsubs. (Let me know if I missed any)

Aaron Hotchner

We know Aaron doesn’t go undercover for most cases, so this would have to be a big case to get him into the field. 

This man would be in shock. Let’s be real. He would freeze in place and try to argue for a split second until he realises what you’re trying to do and why - even if you were already together. 

As soon as they’re gone though, you’d glance up and see his usual steely glare that tells you you’re in for a scolding once this is over. 

However, you’d have to be blind to miss the way he lingers for a moment, holding you close for half a second longer than necessary. 

“I feel I should remind you that we are in the field, and whilst it may have worked, I can’t endorse it as a tactic in future. Understood?” 

“So I’m hearing that we’re leaving this off of our case report then?” 

“Agreed. I don’t need to give Strauss anything else to use to go after us and the team.”

He would roll his eyes and take off after the Unsub, but you’d have to be blind to miss the way he smirks as he goes. 

David Rossi 

He’d be a little embarrassed but mostly quite smug about the whole thing, even if you were supposed to be undercover. 

“Well, I can safely say in all my years in this field I don’t think that’s ever happened to me before.” 

He’d also refuse to let you apologise for your actions afterwards either. 

One, because he’s kind of flattered. 

Two, because he’s been around the block a few times and knows that sometimes you have to do what it takes to solve a case or protect yourselves. 

Three, you were supposed to be a couple and kissing is what couples do. He’s only sour because if anything he would have liked to be the one who kissed you. 

“Relax about it, would you? I won’t tell you some of the things Gideon and I had to do back in the old days. That was before all this new paperwork and guidelines, so that’s all I’ll say on the matter.” 

You make a point of remembering to ask him about that at your next night off over drinks. 

Derek Morgan

Derek is always up for anything so I feel like he’d be pretty relaxed about being undercover with you, even if you weren't together romantically. He has no issue playing your pretend boyfriend for one night, and is quick to wrap his arm around you. 

Which is why it would be such a surprise to him when it’s you who initiated the kiss. 

Derek would freeze for like a second, but only out of shock. However, you know he wouldn’t fight you on it. 

The second his brain catches up to his body he would be kissing you back, doing everything in his power to match your energy and sell this kiss. 

If anything, you’re going to have to be the one to break away once the coast is clear and remind him you’re still technically in the field and that your team is probably wondering where the hell you are right now - and why you stopped responding to your comms. 

“I’m just saying, if we get to do that then we need to be partnered up more often.” 

“Yeah yeah, Morgan. Let’s just hope Penelope didn’t see that else we’ll never be hearing the end of it.” 

Emily Prentiss

She’s been undercover plenty of times in her life and spent a whole chunk of time actually fake-married to Doyle for an op, so she’d be the most comfortable and understanding if you grabbed her for a kiss - especially if you were meant to be a fake couple. 

She’d work it out pretty quickly and would respond in kind, pressing herself against you and running her hands all over you. 

“Quick thinking with the kiss,” she’d whisper as she brushed a kiss against your neck. 

She’d also know exactly where the Unsub is afterwards too, having kept watch in her peripheral vision. 

She wouldn’t even have to break eye contact with you before she informed you, “3 o’clock. He just left out the fire exit.” 

With that, she’d be off. 

She also probably wouldn’t even bring it up again until you’re both back on the jet. Then she’d be smirking at you across the top of her drink and chuckling to herself. 

“Normally I’d insist dinner first but given that we caught that bastard I think we’re even.” 

JJ

JJ knows about going undercover and it takes a lot to rattle her. She would probably go along with the action, even if she’d stay kind of stiff for a good minute or so. 

However, she’s a good agent and knows about maintaining a cover so quickly catches on when you pull her in. 

She’d return the kiss, shooting glances out the corner of her eye when she thinks it might be safe to check on their target. If it doesn’t look like they’re buying it, she’ll turn things up a notch and spin you around so that she could take control. 

“My gun is under my jacket. Reach for it slowly if he comes any closer,” she’d warn, but thankfully you don’t need it. Eventually they leave, distracted by something else, leaving you and JJ to recover.

After catching your breath, you both take off in the direction your target just left in. You can tell JJ is trying not to laugh about what just happened, choosing to make it funny rather than uncomfortable if you weren't together romantically.  

Which means you know she’d enjoy teasing you about it in front of the others, making your cheeks burn as she announces on the jet: “For the record, even though it was a ‘cover kiss’ it was pretty good. Just saying. Maybe you should give Morgan some tips. That way he might get a girl to call him back after a first date.” 

Luke Alvez

It doesn’t matter if he’s ex-army or whatever. Undercover is not really Luke’s thing and even then, he is more used to infiltrating gangs than playing house. 

Basically, he would be surprised by your actions, despite being undercover together. Like, I can see his eyebrows hitting his hairline so fast, bless him. He’d look like a deer in headlights. 

“Woah, sweetheart, slow your roll-“ 

“- Luke. Shut up and kiss me. Now.” 

“I - ok.” 

Just like that, he’d take control, turning and pressing you against the nearest wall in an attempt to shield you from whoever was watching. He’d also be such a gentleman about it if you weren't already together romantically, keeping his hands on your waist and pulling away the minute he’s sure the danger has passed. 

Even then, he’d wait a minute before letting the two of you move from your position, just in case they come back. He’s your partner and he’s returning the favour for you keeping him safe, even if in an unsuspected manner.

“You good?”

“Luke. Shouldn’t I be asking you that? I was the one who planted myself on you.” 

“Potato, po-tah-to. Are they still over there?”

“No. They just left out the back.”

“Then let’s go, partner. Let’s catch this freak.” 

Penelope Garcia 

If Penelope is in the field then you know she is already hella nervous and out of her element. It doesn’t matter if there was a reason she was needed for this particular assignment, she would just take that as added pressure not to let everyone down.

Which is why I’m sure you’d feel worse about planting one on her - even if it does also help distract her from worrying for a minute.  

All I can imagine is her giving her trademark squeal of confusion and surprise, even if you gave her a hasty warning - and apology - about what you were going to do.

She’d be stunned at what was happening and probably takes a minute to realise she should probably try and kiss you back, or at least look less visibly startled about it. 

“I feel I should point out how unfair it is that this is permitted as ‘suitable workplace behaviour’ as we’re undercover, yet my flirtatious texts with Agent Morgan are not? I will be writing a strongly worded email when we get back, telling HR they can go shove their-”

“Pen? Hey, focus here. Unsub still watching us.” 

“Oh, right. Sorry! Ahem… as you were?”  

Also, you know that like a day or so later, once it’s all over, she sends you an email informing you that your new username on the BAU system is now ‘smoochykins’ and she will not change it until it becomes not-funny for her… which will probably be never. After all, Morgan has been ‘Chocolate Thunder’ for the last two years and is still going strong.  

Dr Spencer Reid

Spencer has been undercover before and is usually quite calm about it, even if it is faking a date or maintaining a story. Still, despite having to do your jobs, you’d hate to make him uncomfortable, knowing how he feels about any kind of physical contact - especially if you're not together. 

As he says, with the amount of bacteria shared by shaking hands you’d be safer kissing … guess it was time to take it literally. 

He’d be blushing like a tomato as you grab his jacket lapels and pull him close. And honestly? it’s kind of adorable. As is the way he tries to kiss you back, even if he still takes a minute to remember how to even move his body. 

I’m just picturing the Lila kiss in season one and how he eased into that and how stunned / embarrassed he seemed afterwards. He would pretty much be like that, but with a fake smile on his face as he rambled in your ear. 

“What was that?”

“I was covering our asses. We’re undercover, remember? We’re supposed to be a couple and couples kiss. Also, I’d thought you know, genius, that kissing and displays of public affection make people extremely uncomfortable.”

“No kidding… Morgan can never find out about this.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice. You got a deal, pretty boy. This is between us.” 

Masterlist

[freckles-things]

Your camera roll that proves that the team knows how to have fun:

[mggslover]

The Holiday Getaway ❆

A Holiday to Remember: part 1

In which the BAU's holiday getaway takes a dark turn when a family is found murdered on Christmas, forcing the team to investigate while reader struggles with painful memories of her past and her growing, unspoken feelings for Spencer Reid.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!bau!reader Genre: bau found family fluff and comedy, slight angst Content warnings: mentions of shitty past christmases, suggestive content Word count: 5,8k A/n: merry christmas eve! this is part 1 of my holiday special and focusses all on the fun, cute found family vibes of the bau outside of a case. next part will explore a crime case and delve deeper into reader's relationship with spencer (smutsmutsmut), so be sure to check it out tomorrow! don't forget to interact if you've enjoyed this, it'll mean a lot 🎄🤍! dividers by @issysh3ll

Snowflakes swirled against the windshield of the car, vanishing as quickly as they arrived thanks to the rhythmic sweep of the wipers. The soft hum of Christmas music filled the SUV, providing a festive backdrop to the ongoing bickering between Garcia and Morgan in the front seats. 

You were on your way to the BAU’s first official holiday getaway. It was a couple of weeks ago when Garcia came up with the idea to spend the holidays together. She planned the entire thing out and got a cabin in the woods booked, without so much as a heads-up to the team. Garcia was adamant about making this a traditional Christmas weekend getaway: Secret Santa’s, hot chocolate by the fireplace and snowball fights. As tempting and relaxing as those activities sound in comparison to the usual unsub hunting, a traditional getaway also meant no GPS, since that “ruins the fun”. So much for being a tech analyst.

“Okay, now take a right,” Penelope instructed Derek, holding a map like it was some kind of ancient artifact. “This is the shortcut. I swear.”

Derek raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. “A shortcut? You sure? Because if we get lost again, I’m pulling up the GPS.”

Penelope made a face. “We do not need the GPS. I know this route like the back of my hand.”

Spencer and you shared an amused glance from the backseat, feeling like the younger siblings on a family road trip. You couldn’t help but wonder how the other SUV was doing. It wouldn’t surprise you if Hotch, Rossi, JJ and Prentiss already made it to the cabin, warming up by the fireplace, probably betting on how many wrong turns you'd taken by now. 

After about six more chess matches on your tablet with Reid, you’re already the children of the trip, no need to hide the iPad kid allegations, the car finally slowed as Penelope’s excited shriek filled the air, announcing that you’d arrived. 

You squinted through the window, shielding your eyes against the soft, bright snow that blanketed the landscape. There, nestled in the distance, was a massive wooden house with a smoking chimney, decorated in twinkling fairy lights. The scene looked copy pasted straight out of a Christmas movie. Spencer leaned in beside you, his curls brushing against your face, eager to see the scenery. When he pulled back, his eyes sparkled with excitement. 

“Come on, let’s go,” you said with a smirk, pushing open the door. Everyone piled out of the car, the crisp air biting at your skin. Derek moved to the trunk to grab the bags, handing them out one by one. The hum of the engines of the other SUV echoed in the distance as Hotch waved from the driver’s seat, pulling up alongside you. 

“Ha! I told you it was a shortcut!” Penelope teased, giving Derek a playful punch in the arm.

“I know, I know. Never doubted you, baby girl,” He responded, holding his hands up in surrender.

You turned to Rossi as he slowly emerged from the other car with a huff, stretching his legs in exaggerated motions.

“You doing alright there, Rossi?” you asked with a grin.

He groaned, bending down to touch his toes. “I didn’t sign up for a six-hour car ride,” he muttered. 

“Poor passenger princess,” you shot back, unable to hide the smile tugging at your lips. 

Emily and JJ stepped out of the car, their boots crunching softly against the snowy driveway as they approached you.  

“How was the ride?” JJ asked, her breath visible in the crisp winter air.  

“An eventful one, that’s for sure,” you replied with a knowing smile. “What about you? What did you two get up to?”  

“Well, we took a trip down memory lane,” Emily smirked. “Rossi finally spilled the tea on what really happened with all of his ex-wives.”  

“No way!” you exclaimed in disappointment. “I’ve always been curious about what went down with his third wife.”  

JJ chuckled, her arm slipping through yours. “One of these days, I’ll give you the whole story—over wine, of course.”  

The group moved toward the house, and as you stepped inside, the scene before you took your breath away. If the exterior had been magical, the interior was nothing short of a Christmas dream come true.  

The vaulted ceiling soared high above, its beams adorned with twinkling lights and garlands of fresh pine. In the corner stood an enormous Christmas tree, its branches heavy with ornaments that shimmered in the golden glow of soft fairy lights. The very tip of the star-topped tree nearly grazed the ceiling.  

One wall of the living room was a seamless expanse of glass, framing a picture-perfect view of the Winter Wonderland outside. The warmth of the room drew you further in—a handwoven rug stretched across the wooden floor, anchoring a cozy sitting area arranged around a roaring fireplace. The flames crackled and popped, casting flickering shadows over the deep brown leather couches and armchairs.

Hotch and Derek, ever the gentlemen, were already gathering the luggage toward the grand staircase, Penelope instructing them on where to place everything.  

You laughed softly. For a moment, the scene around you felt overwhelming. Being surrounded by people who felt like family, people who cared enough to include you in something so meaningful—it was almost surreal. You couldn’t help but feel a little out of place, like you were stepping into a picture-perfect moment that wasn’t meant for you. 

The thought brought a bittersweet pang, memories of past Christmases creeping in. You remembered locking yourself in your room as a kid, trying desperately to block out the shouting from the other side of the door. And later, when you lived on your own, how the silence of those solitary holidays had felt just as loud.

You blinked back the sting in your eyes, unwilling to let the weight of the past overshadow the beauty of the moment. JJ squeezed your arm lightly, breaking you out of your thoughts. “You okay?” she asked softly, her eyes kind and knowing.

You nodded, managing a small smile. “Yeah,” you said, your voice a little uneven. “Just...taking it all in.”

JJ returned your smile. “She really outdid herself, huh?”  

Your gaze flicked to Garcia, now descending the stairs with Hotch and Morgan, their laughter filling the space. “Oh, she really did,” you chuckled, the aching feeling being washed away by gratitude.  

“My brilliant, beautiful people! Let’s gather around!” Garcia announced, her hands fluttering theatrically as she beckoned everyone closer. She reached into her coat pocket, taking a notebook out with on the cover a pug wearing a Santa hat. 

Clearing her throat with mock importance, she held the notebook up. “First of all,” she began, “I want to say how ridiculously happy I am to be surrounded by all of you today. Truly. I mean, look at us! My fabulous crime-fighting family, all gathered in one glorious Winter Wonderland!” She placed a hand over her heart dramatically. “I’m especially glad I managed to convince you all that spending the holidays here is way more important than whatever terribly mundane plans you had in mind for the weekend.”

Her announcement was met with a round of chuckles and a few amused groans.

“I won’t leave you hanging for that much longer, I know everyone is excited to go wander around, so now, I will be announcing the bedroom arrangements for the next two nights.” 

She flipped open her notebook with a dramatic flair. “For our fearless leader and our Italian stallion,” she began, gesturing dramatically toward Hotch and Rossi, “I’ve selected the room on the far left—peaceful, secluded, and far away from the rest of us loud, lovable lunatics.”

This earned some chuckles. Hotch and Rossi exchanged a nod.

“Next,” Garcia continued, “Emily and JJ, my glorious goddesses, you’ll be sharing the suite next door to them. Roomy, cozy, and perfect for midnight gossip.”

“As for me and Hot Stuff over here,” Garcia said, flashing a grin at Morgan, “we’ll be right next door to the goddess suite. And last, but certainly not least,” she declared, looking over at Reid and you, “my beautiful geniuses will take the far-right room. Bright minds need a quiet place to rest after dazzling us all day long.”

The group clapped and cheered as Garcia snapped her notebook shut with a satisfied nod. There were no surprises in the arrangements—everyone naturally gravitated to their usual pairings. With that, everyone began to disperse, laughter and easy conversation filling the air as they made their way toward their assigned rooms.

“I hope we get a room with a window,” Spencer said as the two of you walked toward the stairs, his tone light with anticipation.

“Oh, me too,” you replied with a dreamy sigh. “Imagine waking up to that view.”

When you reached the door to your room, you gestured for Spencer to open it. “Go ahead, Dr. Reid. The honor is all yours.”

Spencer turned the handle and stepped inside, his gaze immediately drifting to the far wall. “We did get the window room!” He said, his voice tinged with genuine delight.

But while Spencer was marveling at the view, your attention went straight to the king-size bed dominating the center of the room.

You froze. Then you heard it—the soft, innocent “Oh” from Spencer as he realized it too.

“Uh... yeah. One bed,” you said, your voice tight.

Spencer turned to you. “Well, at least the window is nice,” he offered helpfully.

You blinked at him, then quickly turned on your heel. “Wait here. Don’t move,” you ordered, making a beeline for the room next door.

Three sharp knocks later, Penelope swung the door open, her expression a mix of surprise and curiosity. “Is everything okay?”

You peeked into her room, your eyes landing on the two neatly made single beds. “Oh, everything is not okay,” you replied, crossing your arms.

“What’s up, sweet cheeks?” Penelope asked, feigning innocence.

“What’s up,” you said, voice rising slightly, “is that there’s one bed in our room. One!”

Penelope scrunched her face in mock surprise. “Oh no, that’s so weird! I could have sworn all the rooms had two beds.”

“Pen,” you groaned, narrowing your eyes. “How could you do this to me? I can’t share a bed with Spencer!”

“Why not? You have a crush on him!” Penelope replied, dropping the act. “I thought I was doing you a favor.”

“Yes, a crush!” you hissed, glancing nervously over your shoulder to make sure no one could hear. “Crushes are for daydreaming about, not for... for sharing beds! That crosses all the boundaries—professional, personal, existential! All of them!”

“We’re not at work, darling. We’re just a group of friends having a fun weekend together. Friends can totally sleep in the same bed without it being a big deal,” she tries to encourage.

You groaned again, burying your face in your hands. “This is a nightmare.”

Penelope stepped closer, her tone shifting to something gentler. “Okay, okay, calm down. How about this? Derek and I can swap rooms with you two. We’ll survive the whole one-bed situation, no problem.”

You peeked up at her through your fingers, your heart racing at the thought. “Oh, uh, no, no,” you stammered. “That’s not... necessary.”

Penelope’s eyebrow arched slowly, a knowing smirk creeping onto her face. “No?”

“No! I mean, we’re professionals, right? It’s just... sleeping. Innocent, completely normal sleeping, next to each other, in the same bed. Totally manageable,” you babbled, the words tumbling out in rapid succession.

Penelope crossed her arms, smirking even wider. “Uh-huh. I’ve never met two people more professional than you and Spencer.”

“Exactly!” you squeaked, nodding so fast it felt like your head might fall off. “I’ll, uh... I’ll just let him know we’re keeping the room.”

“Great plan,” Penelope said, patting your arm in encouragement. “Go get ‘em, babe.”

You shot her a panicked smile and turned back toward your room, heart pounding as you steeled yourself for the next step.

With a deep breath you entered your shared room again, seeing Spencer seated on the edge of the bed, playing with his tie. He looked up as you creaked open the door.

“Hi, I—uh, Penelope made a mistake with the beds,” you said, stepping into the room.

Spencer faintly smiled. “I assumed as much.”

“Is it okay if I grab a quick shower before the whole Secret Santa thing?” you asked, hoping to keep things casual.

“Of course!” he said quickly, nodding a bit too earnestly as he shifted on his feet.

“You can stay here, you know,” you offered, gesturing to the bed. “Watch some TV or something. I won’t take long.”

But Spencer was already shaking his head, waving off the idea. “No, no, it’s fine. I, uh, still have some things to take care of.”

“Alright,” you replied, trying not to overthink his reaction. Was the whole one-bed situation making him uncomfortable?

Spencer grabbed his bag and slipped out of the room as you headed for the connected bathroom. The moment you stepped inside, your annoyance with Garcia melted away.

The bathroom was like something out of a dream. Hanging lamps casted a warm, golden glow, and the walls were made of rich oakwood, giving the space a cozy yet elegant feel. The floor was cool stone tile, and to the left, a matching wooden vanity stood under a large mirror. On the right, a sleek glass shower. But the real showstopper was the round bathtub at the far end of the room, set under yet another window with a breathtaking view of the snow-covered trees. Judging by the controls on the side, it looked like it doubled as a hot tub. Either Penelope had blown the entire budget on this trip, or this was her attempt at matchmaking taken to the next level.

Shaking your head, you stepped into the shower, letting the warm water wash away your tension as you tried to stop obsessing over the sleeping arrangements for the night.

Meanwhile, Spencer was spiraling. The second he left the room, he raced to Penelope and Derek’s room, knocking urgently.

The door opened a crack, and Penelope peeked out. “It’s just a bed, don’t stress about—oh! Spencer!” she squeaked, clearly expecting you.

“I’m not worried about the bed,” Spencer said in a rush, his eyes wide and earnest. “I need to talk to Derek.”

Penelope blinked, thrown by his sudden intensity. “Uh... okay? Pretty sure he went outside to look around.”

“Thanks!” Spencer called over his shoulder, already halfway down the stairs.

Penelope watched him go, her curiosity piqued. “Oh, boy,” she muttered under her breath. “This is going to be so good.”

Spencer’s eyes darted frantically around the room until they landed on Derek. He sprinted toward him, halting abruptly when he saw that he was in the middle of a conversation with Emily.

“Derek,” Spencer called, getting his attention. “I need you.”

Derek raised an eyebrow, a teasing grin tugging at his lips. “Now, I was expecting you to confess to me one of these days, but certainly not like this,” he joked, making Emily stifle a laugh behind her hand.

Reid rolled his eyes, his voice tinged with impatience. “I’m serious. Please, just come with me.”

Derek glanced at him, clearly confused. “Alright, man,” he said slowly, trying to figure out what got Reid so worked up. Emily waved them inside as she stayed behind.

“What’s up?” Derek asked once they were inside. 

“You picked Y/N for Secret Santa.” Spencer stated.

Derek blinked, still processing. “Yeah, I did. Why?” His eyes widened as the realization hit him. “Oh, you peeked, didn’t you? Penelope’s going to kill you.”

“She doesn’t have to know,” Reid replied quickly, his voice almost pleading. “Look, I need to swap with you. I got Garcia.”

“What?” Derek asked, clearly offended. “No way. I already bought something for Y/N.”

“I’ve got something for Garcia too,” Reid said, lifting his bag as if to prove it, “it’s probably better than anything you could come up with.” 

Morgan shook his head, refusing to budge. “I’m sorry, man. I don’t know what you’ve got against Garcia, but it’s not happening.”

Spencer paused, pursing his lips. “It’s not about Garcia,” he began, thinking his next words through. “I’ve got something special for Y/N, and I really want to give it to her tonight.”

Morgan’s eyes widened in surprise. He had a thousand questions ready to ask, but over the years, he'd learned not to press Reid when he got this sincere. He’d be sure to get the full story from Garcia later.

After a long pause, Derek sighed. “Alright. Fine. But you owe me big time.”

Spencer exhaled in visible relief, a genuine smile flickering across his face. “Thanks, Derek.”

You’ve got yourself all cozied up on bed, a book in your hands and wearing the matching Christmas pajama set you got with the girls. The door creaks open, and you look up to see Spencer standing there, a small smile tugging at his lips. His posture is less tense than before—his shoulders are relaxed, and the frown on his face seemed to have melted away. The time spent alone seemed to have calmed the both of you.

You turn fully to your side, facing him. “Hi.”

“Hey,” he replies. “How was the shower?”

“Oh God, Spence,” you sigh, the memory of it still fresh in your mind. “I swear, you need to give it a try. It was the most heavenly experience of my life.”

He chuckles in response. “I can’t say no to that.”

Spencer places his bag down on the chair by the door before heading into the bathroom. Your fingers flick through the pages, content when you find the sentence where you left off. 

Suddenly the peaceful silence is interrupted by a piercing scream. You’re sure you’ve broken a world record, because in a split second, you’re off the bed, gun in hand, and racing toward the bathroom door. 

You quickly scan the room, finding no danger. But there, standing under the shower, is Spencer—completely naked, eyes wide in panic, hands clutching at his skin. The glass shower walls don’t hide anything, and in a blur of horror, you realize everything is on full display.

You join his screaming, and instinctively, you spin around, covering your eyes even though your back is already to him.

“I didn’t see anything! I didn’t see anything!” you stammer, not sure whether you’re trying to convince yourself or him. Because, well, you definitely saw a thing.

Both of your screams come to a halt. The silence that follows is thick with awkwardness, and after a beat, Spencer’s voice cracks through the tension.

“You—you set the water temperature to 115 degrees!” he says, sounding somewhere between panicked and utterly exasperated.

You blink, still trying to recover from the shock of what you just witnessed. “I thought you were dying!” you blurt out.

“My skin was dying! You’re stripping away the natural oils your body produces to protect itself. You know the skin is an organ, right? It’s not some random thing you can just ignore. Plus, your body’s not a furnace—it can’t handle prolonged exposure to that kind of heat. It messes with your blood vessels, makes your heart race, drops your blood pressure. It’s like you want to dry out your skin and potentially knock yourself out.”

You throw your hands up in frustration, running your fingers through your hair. “Spencer, it’s freezing outside,” you argue.

He sighs dramatically, as if this is the least logical thing you could have possibly done. “Cold is a much better option—it buys you more time to either get to safety, or, well, succumb without experiencing rapid organ failure.”

You’re about to respond when you hear him turning on the water again—this time at a much lower temperature—and with a hasty glance over your shoulder, you quickly avert your eyes again.

You shake yourself out of the random exchange, your heart still racing. “Whatever. I’m going downstairs. I’ll meet you there.” You hurry out, hoping the quick exit will help shake the awkwardness.

Downstairs, Rossi is waiting for you in the open kitchen. He places a bottle of wine on the counter, offering you a glass with a smile. “A 2008 well-chilled Pouilly-Fuissé for the lady.”

You take it gratefully, letting out a soft sigh of relief. “Thank you. You have no idea how much I needed this.”

“Wine time already?” Emily asks, her voice filled with curiosity as she strolls over, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Every time is wine time,” Rossi replies with a wink, pouring her a glass as well.

Emily takes a sip, her sharp eyes immediately flicking over you, scanning you in that way she does when something’s off. You feel your cheeks flush, and of course, Emily notices.

“Alright,” she says, her voice dropping a notch, “spill it.”

You take a slow sip, swirling the wine in your glass. “I don’t think I should. You know, very expensive carpet and all that.”

Emily rolls her eyes but smiles. “Don’t try to outsmart me now. You’re rarely this flustered, and no—” she points a finger at you, “—you can’t blame it on the alcohol.”

You hesitate for a moment, then give in with a dramatic sigh. “Fine. Just… Can we go somewhere a little more private?”

Emily’s grin widens as she leads you to the living room, and you both sit down. “So. You’re gonna tell me why you look like a deer in headlights.”

You glance around, making sure no one’s close enough to overhear. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, you say, “I just saw… Spencer’s…”

Emily raises an eyebrow, urging you to go on.

You take a deep breath before muttering, “Penis.”

Emily almost chokes on her wine, letting out a wheeze and nearly dropping her glass.

You quickly hush her. “Oh, come on. It wasn’t a big deal.”

She recovers, grinning like a Cheshire cat. “No? So he’s…?” She makes the universal ‘small’ gesture, her fingers pinched with a tiny gap between them.

“No!” You blurt out, suddenly defensive. “No, no, not at all! He was… he was good.”

The look on Emily’s face is pure delight as she bursts into a fit of laughter. “I cannot believe this. You just—wow.”

“It really isn’t that dramatic,” you mutter, hoping to deflect the tension. “I accidentally saw him in the shower.”

Emily’s eyebrows lift slightly, an expression that mixes curiosity with a touch of amusement. “Did anything happen?” she asks with interest, aware of the dynamic between you and Spencer.

“No,” You scoff with a short, dismissive laugh. “Especially not after I almost burnt his organs to a crisp.”

Confusion flickered across her face. You see it, but before she can ask for clarification, you wave off the subject.

Emily leans back on the couch, her eyes softening as she studies you, a calm yet knowing look settling on her face. “Look, I get it,” she says, her voice lower now, almost reassuring. “This was an awkward moment, but it’s not the first time you’ve wasted an opportunity in showing him how you feel. You’ve been tiptoeing around this for long enough. Come on, it’s Spencer. If there’s one person who you should feel comfortable with to confide in, it’s him."

“I know that,” you answer, the words coming out as a quiet sigh, the weight of it all pressing down on you. “It’s just not convenient. We’re colleagues, and on top of that, great friends. If I wanted to pursue something, I should’ve done it when I first joined the team. It’s too complicated now.”

She leans in slightly, her voice becoming more direct. “It’s only complicated because you’re making it complicated. You like him, and from what I can see, he feels the same. He’s probably just waiting for you to make the first move.”

You shift uncomfortably, not meeting her eyes, your fingers tapping nervously against your knee. You want to argue, but it’s hard to deny the truth. You’ve been tiptoeing around Spencer for so long—too long—burying your feelings beneath the surface where they could never cause any disruption.

“And if you don’t do something about it,” Emily adds, her tone soft but heavy with meaning, “you’ll regret it.”

A shaky exhale escapes you, as the reality of her words sinks in. “I don’t know, Em. There’s so much that could go wrong.”

Her gaze lingers on you, but it’s not pitiful. She sees right through you—sees the fear, the hesitation, the walls you’ve built up. The truth is, you’ve spent years convincing yourself that being close to Spencer was dangerous. Not just because of your professional relationship, but because of the way he anchors you—keeps you grounded when everything else feels unstable. He’s always been there, the rock you cling to when everything else feels uncertain. And the idea of stepping into something deeper with him, risking that connection, terrifies you more than anything.

Because if you lost him—if you let yourself love him and then something happened to him... you’re not sure you’d survive the fall.

The words you’ve been avoiding finally spill out of you in a quiet, strained whisper: “I’ve kept him at a distance, you know? I’ve always kept him at arm’s length because I’m afraid of what would happen if something bad happened to him. If I opened up, fully, and let myself love him… what if I lost him, Emily?” You swallow hard, the vulnerability in your voice feeling raw, exposed. “It’s a risk I’m not willing to take.”

For a long moment, Emily says nothing. She simply watches you, her expression unreadable, but you know she’s hearing you. When she finally speaks, it’s with a calm certainty that cuts right through your fear. “There is also so much that can go right,” she encourages, the words simple but heavy. “You’re not the only one who’s afraid of losing something. He’s been walking the same tightrope for as long as you have.”

Her words linger in the space between you, the silence hanging heavy. She doesn’t look away, doesn’t let you escape the truth that’s been right in front of you all along.

You open your mouth to respond, but your throat tightens, the words getting stuck. The risk of losing him is real, but so is the risk of never knowing what could be. And the more you think about it, the more you realize that the regret of not trying, of letting fear hold you back, would hurt so much more than anything else.

Emily shifts in her seat, clearly sensing the shift in energy. “Alright, enough of the heavy stuff for now. We’re supposed to be enjoying the holiday, remember?” She glances toward the doorway where the sound of laughter and festive chatter floats in. “It’s Secret Santa time. Now just look cute and pretend you’re excited before Penelope walks in.”

You chuckle, giving Emily’s hand a light squeeze, silently thanking her for steering the conversation in a lighter direction. 

One by one, the team filters into the living room, settling into the couch and chairs. Spencer walks in last, looking effortlessly beautiful as always, his hair still damp from the shower.  He offers you a sheepish smile as he sits down beside you, and suddenly, the anxiety that’s been gnawing at you melts away. Emily was right, it’s just Spencer. Your Spencer. Everything is fine.

Penelope takes her rightful spot in front of the Christmas tree, her arms outstretched toward the pile of gifts that are scattered across the floor. Her eyes gleaming with excitement. “Alright, everyone! Get ready, because it’s time for Secret Santa!”

“How exactly are we going to go about this? Any specific rules or guidelines we should follow?” Reid asks in interest.

“I am so glad you asked,” she responds in delight. “We’re keeping it simple—because let’s be real, our brains have been on overdrive and we all need a break. Here’s the plan: We’ll go in a clockwise order starting with Emily. Everyone can pick a gift from under the tree and open it. After that, you’ll have to guess who it’s from. And once you make your guess, the Secret Santa will reveal themselves!”

“Sounds easy enough,” Emily announces as she stands up, walking toward the tree. Her eyes quickly landed on a package with her name scrawled in sharpie. She sits back down on the couch, everyone’s eyes fixed on her with eager anticipation as she tears into the wrapping. Inside, she finds a leatherbound journal with a blackbird embossed on the cover.

“I love the song,” Emily says, running her fingers over the emblem. She looks up at JJ, a knowing smile on her face. “This could be from no one but you.”

JJ smiles in return. “It’s for writing down the thoughts—and everything else—you don’t always feel like saying. Sometimes putting pen to paper helps more than we realize.”

Emily's smile softens at the gesture, touched by the thoughtfulness behind it. Next, it’s JJ’s turn. She received a sleek organizer, and as she flips it open, the first page is a collage of photos—her wedding pictures, memories of Henry, and fun moments of the team.

“Only a parent would add a page like this,” JJ says, recognizing the personal touch. She looks at Hotch, and he nods, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“I figured it might help with the chaos,” Hotch replies.

“You’re all too good at this guessing game,” Penelope complains playfully. “It’s no fun when everyone’s a profiler.” She bends down to pick up her own gift, the package heavy in her hands. She sits on the floor as she unwraps it carefully.

When she sees what’s inside, her eyes widen in delight. Inside the package is a DVD player that also doubles as a radio—something you've seen in ads countless times.  “Oh my god, please tell me it has the voice,” she says, fingers hovering in excitement over the buttons. She presses one, and suddenly, Derek’s programmed voice comes from the speaker, making you snort.

“Hey, baby girl. It’s December 24th. Ready for some music?”

Penelope’s face lights up, and she squeals in delight, wrapping her arms around Derek and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “You’re the best!”

Derek shakes his head in amusement, giving her a quick smile before rolling his eyes at Spencer, who’s watching the exchange with an almost childlike excitement. 

Next, Derek gets a ticket to Vegas. “Once we have a free weekend, I’ll take you with me on my Sin to Win weekend,” she teases, and Derek laughs, already looking forward to it.

Just then, Hotch’s phone rings. “Excuse me,” he mutters, heading to the kitchen.

Penelope pouts. “It was his turn,” she says with disappointment.

“No worries, Garcia,” Rossi reassures her with a wink. “My present will be better anyway,” he jokes, making her smile.

He unwraps his gift—a vintage bottle of whiskey—and holds it up with a grin. “See? It doesn’t get better than this.”

Laughter fills the room, but your heart is pounding as it’s now Spencer’s turn. You watch him closely, knowing that this is the moment when he’ll open your gift. It’s a small box, and as he unwraps it carefully, his fingers pause when he sees what’s inside: an exclusive Doctor Who Time Vortex watch. The watch has a leather blue strap, gold-plated Roman numerals, and the intricate inner workings of the watch are visible through the glass. You’d spend ages hunting down this piece online, fighting off a dozen eager Doctor Who nerds, and paying well above the asking price just to secure it.

“Wow…” Spencer breathes, his voice tinged with awe as he examines the watch. His eyes flicker up to meet yours, immediately knowing it’s from you.

“How did you get this?” he asks softly, his eyes full of gratitude and wonder.

You smile, trying not to overthink your response. “It wasn’t easy, but you’re worth the effort.”

A blush spreads across Spencer’s cheeks, and for a moment, the two of you share a quiet, intimate glance. Just then, Penelope’s voice interrupts. “Hey, Y/N has two gifts! That’s not how this works!”

Spencer’s eyes narrow, shooting daggers at Derek, who unapologetically shrugs.

“Ooh, I’m special!” you tease, grinning as Penelope hands you two gifts—a big one and a small one.

“Big one first,” you say, excitement bubbling in your chest as you accept the pink box with a bow on top. You rip into the paper. A red lingerie set stares back at you from under the packaging, and you throw your head back in a laugh.

A few weeks ago, Derek had come back from another late-night fling, and the conversation still echoed in your mind.

“How come women only own the same three pairs of bras?” he’d asked, genuinely perplexed.

You’d just sighed, shaking your head. “Derek, you’re lucky you don’t have boobs. Finding a bra that fits—and is affordable—is probably the hardest task one could face.”

Now, with the lingerie in your hands, you raise an eyebrow at Derek. “Do I want to know how you got my exact size?”

Derek looks over at Penelope with a sheepish grin. “I had some help from one of Santa’s elves.”

Penelope mischievously adds, “I may have hacked your computer to check out your purchases.”

You raise your hand in a dramatic, 'there you go' gesture, not at all surprised. “Of course you did.”

“Well,” you begin, looking at the box in your hands, “just know that you're never gonna see me in this.” You wave the red lace and satin teasingly in front of him, feeling a surge of amusement as Derek’s face falls in exaggerated disappointment.

You laugh, then glance over at Spencer, who’s sitting beside you. You can barely make out his muttered, “Good,” under his breath, though it’s enough to catch your attention.

You’re about to take initiative, maybe throw some playful banter his way, when the sudden sound of footsteps in the hallway cuts through the light moment. The door to the living room opens with a soft creak, and you look up as Hotch strides into the room. His jaw tight, his posture all business, and you can feel the shift in the air immediately.

“We’ve got a case. A family is murdered twenty minutes away from here.”

PART TWO

[little-jana]

a/n: English is not my first language, so ALWAYS feel free to correct any errors!

Listed from oldest to newest! Enjoy! ⬇️

Fluff ❤️, heated (18+, but not explicit)❤️‍🔥, smut 18+🔥, angst😬

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

❤️ "In The Depths of Thought" (1) // "A Calculated Risk" (2) // "Under The Radar" (3)

❤️ "Three Times is A Charm"

🔥 "Behind Closed Door" (18+)

❤️ "Not A Secret Anymore"

❤️ Mistletoe Series Pt. 1: "Mistletoe Logic"

❤️ "Under The Mistletoe"

❤️‍🔥 "Good Girl"

❤️‍🔥 "Unspoken"

❤️ "Let´s Be Alone Together"

❤️ "She Said No"

❤️ "Countdown to Us"

❤️ "Unspoken Understanding"

❤️ "Tension and Snowstorms"

❤️‍🔥 "Officer Ryan"

❤️ "Wrong Recipient"

❤️‍🔥 "Undercover Desires"

❤️‍🔥 "The Vest"

❤️ "Unraveling Him"

❤️ "Trust Me"

❤️ "Bath-Time Truce"

❤️ "Perfectly Thought Out"

😬❤️ "Truth or Dare?"

❤️ "Hints to Love"

❤️ "Meant to be"

❤️ "Off-Key and Under Surveillance"

❤️ "Caffeine and Affection"

😬 "Fractured Edges"

❤️ "A Love in Code"

❤️(😬) "Steady Hands"

❤️ "Dr. Reid’s Plus-One and A Half", Prequel: "The Bookstore Incident"

❤️ "Soft Words in a Loud World"

❤️ "Hearts at War"

❤️ "The Kindness Test"

❤️ "The Bookstore Incident"

Aaron Hotchner

❤️ "Morning Flusters"

❤️ "A Quiet Moment"

❤️😬 "In The Line Of Fire" (1) // "A Quiet Connection (2) // "A Walk Beyond The Badge" (3)

❤️ "Lessons In Love"

❤️ Mistletoe Series Pt. 3: "Unexpected Holiday Tradition"

❤️‍🔥 "The Weight Of His Words"

❤️ "Christmas With The Hotchner Boys"

❤️ "New Year, New Us"

❤️😬 "5 times you ask Hotch to touch you and the 1 time he asks to be held"

❤️‍🔥 "Innocent Accidents"

😬 "Breaking Walls"

❤️‍🔥 "Only One Bed"

❤️ "Kid"

❤️ "The Baby Glimmer"

❤️ "A Little Bit of Mischief" (1) // "The Perfect First Date" (2)

❤️ "His Safe Haven"

❤️ "A Valentine’s Surprise"

❤️ "Hearts at War"

❤️‍🔥 "Morning Heat"

David Rossi

❤️ Mistletoe Series Pt. 4: "Holiday Wisdom"

Derek Morgan

❤️ Mistletoe Series Pt. 2: "Under The Mistletoe"

The Witcher

Geralt of Rivia

❤️‍🔥 "Playing with Fire"

❤️😬 "The Witchter´s Path"

[as-sweet-as-a]

mistletoe - bau

summary; how i think the bau would react to ending up under the mistletoe with you!! merry christmas!!

Spencer;

Bright. red.

Like so incredibly red

Would get flustered so hard

“I— Well.. We—”

You’d have to initiate

“Spencer, can I kiss you?” You ask, trying not to laugh too hard

He’d nod and chuckled. “Uh, yeah..”

You’d put a hand on the back of his head and pull him in for a short but sweet kiss

If you thought it would be hard for him to get more red, you’re wrong

Derek is clapping and cheering in the back

Derek;

He’d say some stupid shit like “Well, well, well, what do we have here?” 😏😈

You’d roll your eyes as he continued throwing teasing jabs

You’d cut him off by kissing him yourself

He’d laugh smugly, hiding how flustered he actually is

Taking your face in his hands, he’d give you a playful but deeper kiss

A lot of exaggeration to make you laugh

And it worked

The kiss kept breaking because neither of you could keep a straight face

Hotch;

He’d laugh it off softly

(You know the laugh.)

He wouldn’t make a big show of it like Derek

Or get all flustered like Spencer

He's a gentleman

He’d simply lean in with a smile and peck you on the lips

He would give a pause as he pulls back, still smiling

You don’t miss the way he’d look over you

After that, he’d just go on about his day

Silently calculating the chances of the two of you ending up under the mistletoe

Rossi;

He’d look up and laugh loudly

He’d pull you in for a big hug

Arms wrapping securely around your back

He’d rock you back and forth slightly in the hug

Then, he’d give you a kiss on the cheek

Definitely an exaggerated “Mwah!” sound on the end

Gideon;

Would look up and clear his throat

He’d give you a tight-lip nod

Then he’d just hold your shoulders as he moved past you

Maybe he’d give you a quick kiss on the cheek as he passes

ALTERNATIVELY!!!

If you were like Elle or Spencer level close

I feel like maybe a hug

And a small forehead kiss

And you’d even get a smile out of him

Bless him omg

Emily;

Again, she’s laughing

I can see her either;

Pulling you in for one of those really exaggerated fake make outs

OR;

Putting her hand on your chin

She’d slowly lean in for a lingering peck

Add to cart!!

Definitely telling Derek to either stop laughing or stop cheering

JJ;

Smiling

Giving you a quick kiss

One hand on your cheek

Probably because she’s holding files or some shit in the other

Giggling a little the entire interaction

Penelope;

Giving an exaggerated laugh

Lowkey squealing a little

Once she stops with the dramatics

You’d pull her in for a quick peck

In retaliation;

She is absolutely peppering your face in kisses

Elle;

Smirking

Huffing out a laugh

She’d look at you and raise an eyebrow

Tilting her head slightly

You’d just smile and put your hands on her face

Pulling her in for a kiss

Her hand is somewhere on your body

Like your hip or waist

I don’t care. I need it.

Derek is teasing the both of you before, after and during

One stern look from Elle and he’s laughing and putting his hands up in mock surrender

[vervainariadne]

Emily: Guys, look! I found a younger photo of Rossi!

Emily: *show a picture of Mario*

Rossi:

Rossi: What the fu--

[emilysholster]

Bratty (David Rossi x Reader)

Summary: David punishes you for acting out at work

Warnings: NSFW, public teasing/flirting, dirty talk/pet names, daddy kink, [unprotected] PinV sex, edging, oral sex (D receiving), face-fucking, light D/S dynamics, mention of degradation, (fem!reader)

Translations: gattina (kitten)

A/N: inspired by an ask from @vikingstoner69, thank you! 🩷

Admin day was always such a bore. No cases, just talks about budget and financial planning for the whole work day. While Emily took on the brunt of the work as chief, it was still each team member’s responsibility to present to everyone their ideas for the budget updates and what they’d like to see added to the team’s toolkit.

It was during these presentations that your genius idea to get over the boredom came to you. You rolled your chair a bit so that you were further back from the table, and able to see the back of everyone’s heads. You were not directly visible to anyone else on the team except for David, who was at the front of the room.

The two of you had been dating in secret for some time. You’d mutually decided to not let the team know until you were both comfortable, and that meant things were in that easy spot right now. Your nights consisted of separate car rides from work to either his place or yours, where you’d then enjoy dinner, and later, each other.

You felt a light tingle between your legs thinking about last night and the way you’d made David groan. Watching him at the front of the room, you crossed your legs, squeezing your thighs together. The action had a double purpose, as the skirt you were wearing rode up your thighs slightly, exposing more of your skin. You smirked to yourself when you saw David’s gaze catch on your legs as he spoke.

As he went on with his presentation, you began upping your antics. You pulled your hair out of the bun it was in, letting it fall down your shoulders. Next, you began toying with the top button of your blouse. Innocent enough, but when you slipped the second button out of its hole to show off your chest, David stuttered. You looked at him innocently as you bounced the end of your pen against your lips, playing with it. Now David shot you his you’re gonna get it look, unnoticed by the rest of the half-asleep team.

“And that about wraps it up.” He said, ending his presentation.

“Alright!” Emily blinked herself out of her daze. “Thank you, Dave. Ok, and last but not least, Penelope?”

David took his seat next to you as Garcia went to the front and began her colourful presentation about some new tech software she could use funding for.

With Garcia caught up in her presentation and you still being out of sight of the rest of the team, you dropped your hand to caress David’s thigh. You traced circles with your finger, getting dangerously close to his bulge before drifting away again. You smiled to yourself when David cleared his throat next to you, but before you could push him further, his hand grabbed yours, forcing it to stop.

Not wanting to draw the attention of the team, you tried to gently squirm your hand away. But David’s large hand kept its grip on yours, preventing you from moving. Annoyed, you huffed quietly, giving in. You spared a quick glance at him but he kept his eyes straight ahead, jaw set. Uh oh.

•••

At home, you were pouring wine for the two of you when you heard the door open. Before you could even turn at the footsteps making their way towards you, David was behind you, pressing you up against the counter. His large hands came to rest on either side of you, pinning you in place as he brought his mouth close to your ear. “Care to explain yourself?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You hummed, arching so your ass was pressed up against him.

“So bratty today,” David husked into your ear. You stifled a groan when you felt him grinding against you. “I think you need a lesson.”

Suddenly he was tugging your skirt down, followed by your panties. Heat rushed to your skin as he nudged your legs apart, forcing you to stand there bent over and completely exposed.

You heard him unbuckle his belt behind you. “Look at how wet you are for me. Dripping just from teasing me all day.” Without warning, he pushed his cock into you. David groaned at the feeling of your tight walls engulfing his cock, your wetness covering him as he pushed into you.

You all but purred at the feeling of his cock filling you up, the ache between your legs finally getting taken care of. But before the pleasure building in you could reach its peak, David pulled his cock completely out of you. You whined at the loss, pushing backwards in hopes of getting him back in you.

Instead you were met with a sharp slap on your ass, making you hiss. “What, you thought you could act out all day and still get fucked like you wanted to?”

“Fuck!” You groaned out when he pushed his cock back into you. But just as quickly he was back out, and he began picking up this torturous rhythm of filling you up before withdrawing, not letting you soak up the pleasure.

Pretty soon you were at the brink of tears, whining. “Having regrets now, gattina?” David grunted from behind you as he slipped his cock out again.

“Yes,” you cried out in frustration. “I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.” Your hole was aching now, and you could feel your wetness leaking out of you.

“We both know that’s a lie, don’t we?” You could hear the smirk in David’s voice as he traced a finger down your spine, and even that simple action had you arching.

“I’m sorry, I mean it.” You were begging now, so desperate to have his cock back inside you and hitting that sweet spot again. “Please, please just fuck me Daddy.”

David’s cock twitched at your use of the name. You didn’t always use it, but some of his best memories were of when you did.

You felt his cock rub through your folds, nudging your clit before lining up with your entrance and pushing in slowly. Both of you groaned as he pushed deep inside you, letting both of you savour the feeling of him against your walls.

One of David’s hands gripped your hip while the other tangled itself in your hair, gently pulling you up so you were flush against him now as he began fucking you. “Oh fuck,” you groaned. “Yes, right there.”

“This is what you wanted all day, didn’t you?” David’s voice by your ear was strained as he pounded into you. “To be bent over taking Daddy’s cock.”

“Yes!” You moaned as his hand snaked around your front, his fingers beginning to circle your clit. You felt David lick a stripe down your neck, and he pulled your shirt collar to attach his mouth to the sensitive skin. He bit down gently, making you hiss, and immediately soothed the skin with his tongue, making sure you’d be wearing turtlenecks for the next few days.

The combined sensations of his cock, mouth, and fingers had you feeling heady with pleasure, the wave building in you threatening to spill over. “I’m gonna come, Daddy.” You groaned.

“Do it, gattina. Come for me.” David panted from behind you. His permission was all you needed; the pleasure that’d been building finally spilling over. David held onto you tight while you moaned as waves of pleasure rolled through you.

David pulled out of you as you relaxed, and you turned to see him with his still-hard cock in his hand. Smirking, you dropped to your knees and took his cock into your hand. It was slick with a mixture of precum and your juices, and you admired the way his veins bulged beneath his tan skin.

David’s cock twitched in your hand as you circled the tip with your tongue before taking him into your mouth. “Oh fuck,” he groaned from above you. You used your other hand to cup his balls as you began slurping on his cock, running your tongue from the base to the tip repeatedly.

“Yes,” David hissed. “Take Daddy’s cock just like that, gattina.” His hands buried themselves in your hair and he held your head in place as he began fucking your mouth. You braced yourself by holding on to him, moaning at the feeling of your mouth being filled by his thick cock.

“Look at you, my little slut.” David husked. “I’m gonna come in that hot mouth of yours.” He was watching you as you looked up at him through your lashes while you took his cock between your lips. You relaxed your throat, allowing him in deeper.

“Shit,” David grunted from above you, and he doubled his pace before shooting his cum into your mouth. He groaned as his cock oozed into your mouth, and you eagerly sucked and swallowed.

You wiped your mouth as you stood up, and David grabbed you by the chin for a hungry kiss. He moaned at the taste of himself on your lips and you giggled as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed you closer to him.

He pulled away and placed a kiss on your forehead. “You’re so good for me.”

You smiled up at him and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. Looking down at the mess of your clothes on the kitchen floor, you giggled. “I guess we should order in.”

“Good idea.” David laughed.

[hotchs-big-hands]

Ada my love you know that boyfriend ‘test’ of handing them your purse/handbag/bag when you go to the bathroom to see how they hold it? Yeah I need your take on our BAU men x that trend pls. Would they hold your purse?

AAAAAAAAA HELLO MY LOVE ROME ITS SO NICE TO SEE YOU IN THE ASKBOX 🥰🥰🥰🥨💖🥨💖🥨💖🥨💖🥨💖🥨💖🥨💖🥨💖🥨💖🥨💖🥨💖

gosh I LOVE this trend thing, it's cute. I'll ummmm do smth I've never done before and do some hcs for more than just ayayron, as requested 😳😳😳😳😳 gahdayum

What the different BAU men would do if asked to hold your bag/purse for you when you go the bathroom.

GN!reader|sfw

Aaron Hotchner

Okay so this man is like. The biggest gentleman ever of course. So when you approach him during a team night out with your bag he takes it without hesitation to your question.

"Of course, it's safe with me."

He is very protective of it, gripping onto it to his chest with one arm and hand whilst the other holds onto his drink as he sips periodically. He doesn't pay any mind when the others eye him curiously, and when you return he smiles slightly and holds out your bag to you.

"Here you go. Don't hesitate to ask me again as well, sweetheart."

He has to admit, he adores the delighted grin you offer in return when you thank him for holding your bag. And he's able to drown out the chuckles of the other members of the team because he's certain he probably looks like a lovesick puppy.

Derek Morgan

Derek raises his brow with a teasing grin as you ask him to hold your bag for you.

"Mind if I take a lil peek?" He jokes, chuckling when you babble at him not to look, panic flashing in your eyes. "Relax, sweets. I'm not gonna look."

Holds it under his muscular arm and stares down anyone who gives him a funny look. He's shameless, plus he's happy you trust him to take care of your stuff.

You return momentarily and look relieved to see him holding it protectively. He smiles and holds it out to you when you're close enough.

"There you go, sweets. Don't worry, I didn't look inside." He winks at you and you lightly shove him, pouting playfully. He loves teasing you.

Spencer Reid

Man's shook when you ask him of all people to hold your bag for a moment.

"Me? I-I mean of course I'll hold it!" He hates that his voice cracked but you don't seem to mind though, smiling sweetly and thanking him before you turn away and disappear to find the restroom.

He is holding onto the bag straps so tightly that his knuckles are turning white. No-one is getting hold of this bag, if it's the last thing he'll ever be sure of. Derek saunters over with a grin and chuckles as he points out how tight his grip is. But even as he feels heat rush to his cheeks, he dutifully holds on tight to your bag.

Your return makes him smile with relief, but he holds on tight to the bag even as you now come to stand face-to-face with him. You hold your hand out and ask for your bag back and he flushes. "R-right yeah, here!" He said quickly and holds the bag out, grip still strong until you take hold of it.

You giggle softly and thank him, and he grins awkwardly as he watches you turn away and head off elsewhere. It's only when he feels Derek's hand lightly land on his shoulder that he refocuses and embarrassment floods his senses. Hopefully, he'll be more confident in himself next time you ask him to hold your bag.

David Rossi

When you timidly approach Dave at the table he's seated at with Aaron and hold out your bag to him, he raises a brow at you when you ask him to hold your bag for you for a moment.

"Hm? You want me to take care of it for you? Of course, tesoro."

He places it on the table in front of him, not without smoothing his hands over the surface slightly because well, he is fond of you after all. Aaron huffs out a quiet snort, raising his brow with a grin at him. Dave shakes his head and waves him off.

You're quick to return with a shy smile, thanking him sweetly for keeping an eye on your bag. He picks up the bag and holds it out to you, making sure you've secured it before he drops his arm. "Anytime, tesoro. I'll look after it for you."

He winks at you and delights in your flustered movements, meeting his eye and as Aaron stands and gives him a pointed look, Dave pulls out a chair next to him and invites you to join him for the evening.

Lmao this was probably shit but I'm not too confident writing for other characters 😭😭 I hope people enjoyed tho regardless KSSKSK

[alexblakegf]

could you maybe if you have time do a instagram sugar daddy au with rossi! if not don’t worry :)

i’m not a huge lover of rossi but these two requests were too perfect not to do (i may do a p.t. 2)

david rossi x sugar baby!reader instagram posts

[ddejavvu]

Texting the BAU: Would they still love you if you were a worm?

I'm not sure if anyone's ever done this before, but I was inspired by the AI voice tiktok that I saw of 'Hotch' answering this question! The user that posted the tiktok I saw was 'shiftershiz', I thought their video was really cool and I owe them the inspiration for this post!

This post has Hotch, Garcia, Morgan, Rossi, JJ, Reid, and Prentiss. If you'd like to request a temp agent that I didn't include, or an earlier one that got written off, please do so in my inbox, I'd be happy to make more :)

I apologize if some of these pictures are a bit longer than others, I cut the conversation into two 'screenshots' when I could but sometimes it was easier just to stretch them out a teeny bit.

(Almost) all of these can be read as either platonic or romantic, the only hitch is that I mention Will in JJ's post so unless you're envisioning a throuple that one won't work </3

Images under cut to avoid a long post, happy texting!

Hotch:

Garcia:

Morgan:

Rossi:

JJ:

Reid:

Prentiss:

[ithebookhoarder]

(BAU Headcanons) If you fell asleep on them

A/N: So... guess who fell into another fandom? I blame everyone on here and their amazing fics for convincing me I need to give this show and wonderful cast a chance. I may have binged 13 seasons in like a month... oops? I'm also looking at my fav BAU bunch here but I'm open to writing for other characters from the show

Aaron Hotchner

Just like some of the other members of his team, Hotch has a hard exterior that very few people manage to crack through. 

If you and he are in a relationship then I can bet you’ve already had to chip away at it, so you’re already pretty intimate with one another. Falling asleep on him is nothing to bat an eyelid at. If anything, he would welcome the opportunity to relax and hold you close to him.  

It also gives him an excuse to steal a few moments of sleep himself, not daring to move and wake you from your rest. 

He loves holding you close, letting himself listen to the steady beating of you heart as it gently lulls him to become calm enough to shut his eyes. 

However, if you weren’t in a relationship or if it happened in front of the others at the BAU then you know he’d immediately react by saying something about ‘work place conduct’. 

However, he’s clearly saying it for the sake of it as he’d make no effort to wake you or remove you from him. 

In fact, he makes sure to stay still and let you rest peacefully, making sure your neck isn’t bent so you don’t wake up in pain. 

He’d also make sure to lay his jacket over the top of you, a clear sign that you are not to be disturbed - under pain of death. 

David Rossi 

Rossi would be the first to complain if you ever fell asleep on him but it’s all good natured. In fact, he only ever complains about it to you after you’ve woken up and only as a joke between the two of you.

“What am I? Just a pillow to you? Are you trying to say my cooking has made me plump?” 

It’s hard to resist his charming smile, especially when he actually is rather comfortable to lean on. His expensive shirts are always soft to the touch, and the cologne you’d brought him last Christmas lingers as you nestle in close. 

He always make you feel safe, and that is an honour greater than any he’d ever been awarded. 

If it happened in front of the others you know he’d roll his eyes and mutter about the cheek of it all. However, his smile would be enough to tell the others he didn’t mean it. 

“I started reading my manuscript and this is what happens… guess that’s one way to leave a review.” 

He’d be sure to shoot daggers with his eyes at anyone else nearby who looked like they would wake you up. 

He’d also shoot down any possible jokes being made at your expense, his parental nature coming out in full force. 

Derek Morgan

This boy would be so smug if you ever fell asleep on him. Like, if you imagine a Labrador’s tail wagging with one of those big dopey grins, then that’s what he is. 

He is keen to try and capture the moment with a picture, setting it as his phone background to prove to himself it really happened. 

If it happens in front of the rest of the team then you know he is going to keep reminding you and everyone else whenever he gets the chance. 

However, you know that for all the bragging and teasing Morgan is actually super touched by the fact you fell asleep on him and he is keen to offer you a place to lay your head whenever you look like you need to take a beat. 

He even has a blanket and pillow in his go-bag especially for you. 

“Only the best for you, hot stuff.” 

He will never complain about it and - considering how much torture and pain we know this man can endure - he is more than capable of handling any cramp or pins and needles he gets as a result of you lying against him. 

Eventually, he would take the opportunity to try and sleep as well. With his job and his manic lifestyle, if he gets the chance to close his eyes he knows better than to waste it. 

Emily Prentiss

She would be shocked at first, especially if it’s early-on in your relationship. She isn’t really used to public displays of affection and you sleeping with your head on her shoulder is pretty public. 

She would stay as still as possible, though, scared of disturbing you or ruining the moment. She’d also probably be panicking internally, unsure what she was supposed to do. 

However, she soon takes a breath and relaxes. After all, you look so cute when you’re asleep and she is honoured you feel comfortable enough to relax around her like this. 

She doesn’t often get the chance to just sit and be peaceful so she savours the moment you’ve given her. 

She’d end up watching you for a while before relaxing and trying to adjust you so that you’re both comfortable. 

She would also take the opportunity to be affectionate, loving that she can run her hands through your hair and kiss your head without any fear of being embarrassed or rejected. 

After all, we know Emily has a soft centre underneath her tough, bad-ass exterior. She just needs to know she is able to express it. 

JJ

JJ is such a mom to everyone including you, so is over the moon the first time you fall asleep on her. She welcomes it with open arms, happy to melt into the embrace. 

It doesn’t matter if you’ve been together long or not, or if you’re in public. Either way, it feels like a personal badge of honour to be trusted in such a way, whether or not you meant to do it. 

She has enough patience not to move a muscle in case she disturbs you and ruins the moment. She knows that if you fell asleep like this then you probably need the rest. 

JJ would totally form a blanket cocoon around you to keep you warm and toasty as you sleep, wrapping her arms around you and cradling you close.

She’d smile the whole time, pressing kisses to the crown of your head and gently murmuring in your ear whenever you seem to stir. 

“Ssssh, Sleepyhead. It’s ok. I got you. Go back to sleep, honey.”   

If it was just the two of you then she’d be sure to try and move you somewhere more comfortable after a while, like the sofa or your bed. 

However, if you were in public then she would turn into a full mama bear and threaten anyone who came close or tried to disturb you. She has that angry mom look down to a fine art and has made grown men wither with it.

Penelope Garcia 

This beautiful baby angel would be so delighted if you fell asleep against her that she’d probably wake you up by accident after squealing a little too loudly. 

“Oh, oh, sorry. Sorry! Go back to sleep. I’m staying as still as a statue, you precious angel, I promise. So you just close your eyes and let me hold you.”

She’d probably manage like five minutes before she moves again and wakes you up, but it was enough time for her to steal a few private photos to commemorate the moment. 

They will most definitely be the background on her computer the following morning, and possibly yours too.

She would also be sure to make sure she has a blanket and pillow stashed away for you if you ever felt like taking an impromptu nap again when you weren’t at home. 

If you worked at the BAU they’d be kept in her lair - or your private napping room, as she tells you. 

They’d also be brightly coloured and super soft, chosen specifically by Penelope to make you as comfortable and as happy as possible, even whilst at the government building. 

“Just so you know, I gave them a spritz with this gorgeous lavender mist spray to help you knock right out the moment your pretty head hits the pillow. So, sweet dreams honeybun.” 

Dr Spencer Reid

Spencer is a precious boy and would be utterly baffled at first if he looked down and realised you had fallen asleep on him. 

He would be surprised he hadn’t noticed you drooping against him sooner, or that your breathing had slowed as you fell asleep. 

At first he thinks it must be a mistake, immediately trying to ease you off of him. After all, he wasn’t the most comfortable person to sleep on and people are far more likely to find his company irksome rather than soothing. 

However, after you start doing it more often he realises that isn’t the case. 

In fact, he feels rather proud that you’ve got the point in your relationship where you aren’t afraid to relax around him. 

He also learns how not to let it over-stimulate him. It takes some time to train his mind to not think about the possible pathogens that could be passing between you or the way your hair tickles his face. He’s also able to talk to you about positions to curl up in if you ever want to sleep against him again, that he feels more relaxed in. 

He’d also totally be happy to tell you all about whatever his latest hyper-fixation is, knowing the sound of his voice helps you settle better than any lullaby. 

Masterlist

[freckles-things]

Your camera roll with the team after hours:

[teddy06writes]

Thanksgiving Special Day Two - BAU (Unit)

Platonic!BAU (Unit) x gn!reader

Trigger Warnings: None

Summary: You spend your first friendsgiving with your colleagues from the BAU

You stood awkwardly on Rossi's front step, struggling to balance the pie dishes in your hands. When footsteps began crunching up the driveway behind you, you nearly jumped out of your skin.

"Oh good! We're not the only ones who are early!" Emily laughed.

"Is that pie?!" Penelope squealed, bounding up the steps and pulling you into a hug, plucking one of the dishes from your hands.

"Uh yeah- I made apple and pumpkin both, because I wasn't sure what all everyone would want."

"Smells delish!"

Finally, the front door swung open and Rossi appeared, ushering you all in, "Welcome, welcome! I was just about to start getting the table set- what do we have here... (y/l/n) is that pie?"

"Apple, and Garcia has the pumpkin." You grinned.

"You can set that right on the island," He motioned to the granite countertop before turning to Emily, "And what's this?"

Emily held up the bottles in her hands, "Merlot, and that Cab we tried last month."

Rossi grinned, patting her shoulder, "Good kid."

"Oh my god that turkey smells incredible!" Penelope gushed.

"I just checked it, it should be done in twenty minutes or so."

Emily chuckled, "Well you better put us to work until then."

Rossi began to direct the three of you in laying out sets of plates and silverware, and before you knew it Spencer, Morgan and JJ were crowding into the house, carrying various dishes full of sides. Hotch appeared last, toting a basket of dinner rolls that were quickly added to the nearly over flowing table.

Wine was being poured, and someone had found Rossi's stereo and put on some jazzy album as you all crowded around the table.

At the head of the table, Rossi raised his glass, "Alright, before we dig in, I just want to say, I'm so grateful that you all could come and spend this Thanksgiving with me once again. And, I'd like to toast to our newcomer, (y/l/n), it's been a pleasure to have you join the team."

You grinned, "I'm very grateful to be here. And that your all not nearly as scary as you seemed that first day when I walked into the bullpen."

That earned you a round of laughter, choursed by the sound of clinking glasses.

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[sexy-monster-fucker]

Okay, okay I'll bite :) if you do write Rossi can we get grumpy, jealous old man who decides actually yes he would very much like to devour you and he's gonna... que possessive kissing and smut?

No problem if not but thank you for listening 😊

AH FINALLY A ROSSI REQUEST I immediately had inspiration strike with this!

SSA David Rossi x BAU!Reader

Summary: When a case leads the team to having to go undercover in a swingers club, the youngest woman and oldest man of the team get paired together. Tensions are high, leading to some confrontations.

CW: AGE GAP, jealous!Rossi, jealous!Reader, encounters with unsubs, murder, sprinkle of angst?, possessive!Rossi, possible misuse of Italian phrases, fingering, p in v,

a/n: first time writing for Rossi be gentle on me guys 😭

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“What if there’s two of them?”

Dr. Spencer Reid, your insanely intelligent colleague proposed. Causing a new light to shine down on the case before you. Homicides, always a male and a female, always drastically different in age, keys hidden in the male’s pocket. Recent findings pointed to the unsub, or now unsubs, striking at a swingers meetup. Notorious in this city.

“Just because their bodies are found together doesn’t mean they’re being taken at the same time,” you added.

“Exactly! It would make perfect sense. An older male to lure in the younger female victims, and a younger female to rope in the older males,” Reid proclaimed.

“They’d blend in perfectly,” Hotch stated matter-of-factly.

“So you’re saying we have a killing duo on our hands?” Rossi questioned.

“But how has no one been able to identify who they’ve left with? If they are striking at the same club every single time, someone would’ve had to seen something,” Emily nibbled on the tip of her pen as she thought.

“When you’re somewhere like that, you try not to notice others. Usually swingers have their eyes set on one other couple, one they’ve most likely seen there before. We’re looking for a couple who are set on taking out a new member of the party. Someone who wouldn’t be familiar with anyone else,” Hotch answered.

“So they wouldn’t even notice that something was out of the norm,” Morgan added.

“Looks like someone is going to need to go undercover,” J.J. looked around.

That made the air in the room tighten. It was always a huge risk letting an agent out into the active scene. Let alone two.

“Y/L/N, David. You two will have to do this,” Hotch locked eyes with you. Brow stern against his forehead.

“What?” You asked, confused by his certainty.

No one else on the Team knew of you and Rossi’s quiet falling out. Rossi had taken you home during a high risk case. Refusing to let any of the women go home alone. Leading to you and Rossi sharing a few drinks inside your apartment. Alcohol causing a personal topic to arise between you. Ending with you straddling Rossi’s lap as the two of you interlocked mouths. Hands roaming each other’s bodies before Rossi pulled back. “We can’t do this,” he could not longer look you in the eyes. Breaking something deep inside you. Allowing your anger to persevere, storming off to your room and locking the door.

Things had never been the same between you.

“Oldest male on the team, and the youngest female. Sounds like their M.O. to me,” Reid chirped.

Your eyes darted to Rossi, who was as calm and collected as ever. Seemingly unbothered by Hotch’s order.

“H-Hotch—“

“It’s an order, Agent,” Hotch sternly shut down your pleas.

You sighed. Composing yourself. Preparing for the directions you were going to receive.

For the next few hours, you were prepped for your night. Carefully being instructed on how to act to draw the killers in. Clothing and jewelry being picked out for you, down to the most minor details. Hair pulled back in a high-ponytail as to make you seem younger. Decorated with some expensive looking jewelry and a full face of makeup. Dress resting mid-thigh. Rossi wore a nice button-down, opened at the top to reveal a gold chain dangling from his neck.

Hotch and Morgan dropped you off a long walks away from the club. Repeating everything you had previously been coached on.

“Aaron, we’ve got this. We can hear you in our ears and everything,” Rossi calmed him.

“If I tell you to back out, you back out,” Hotch locked eyes with you.

“Yes sir,” you nodded.

Rossi got out, silently holding the door for you. Offering his hand to help you out. Taking it as to play into character. Knowing this would be your hardest challenge of the evening: Having to play nice with David. Interlocking arms as you began down the sidewalk. No words being spoken for many blocks.

“You look beautiful,” Rossi complimented.

“Don’t flatter me,” you rolled your eyes, voice not above a whisper.

Finally turning the corner to see hoards of couples of all ages nonchalantly walking into the building. You were on high alert. Trying to already detect the suspects based off how they looked at you.

Rossi’s arm snaked around your waist, hand resting on your hip. You leaned your body into his side. Trying to solidify the part you were selling. He nodded at the bouncer as you walked inside. Heading to the bar as you had been told to, ordering a drink for both of you. Having to fake some conversation and a certain kind of innocence.

“Remember, they will want to approach you. Make sure not to coax anyone in,” Morgan said in your ear.

“Reid will be in there shortly to keep an eye. Y/N, when you get him alone, Reid will be waiting for your signal to apprehend him. Rossi has cuffs hidden,” Hotch reassured in your ear.

Your eyes remained on Rossi. Fingers twirling his loose fitting tie around his neck. His eyes fixated on yours, occasionally dropping to look at your cleavage hanging out of your top. Not so casually checking you out with a smile.

“Have you ever done anything like this, David?”

“Swinging?” He laughed, “Of course not. It was all the rage when I was younger. Just never tickled my fancy.”

“What about having a pretty young girl throwing herself at you?” You flirted, hooded eyes staring up at him. Closing the distance between you.

Rossi’s mouth hung open as you got nose to nose with him. Unable to deny how flustered you were getting him. Sweet aroma filling his nose as he fought himself from leaning in and kissing you. Knowing how inappropriate it would be. That being the reason he had shut you down before. Not wanting to have anymore new rules made because he got overly friendly with someone. No matter how badly he wanted you.

“Hey,” a male voice pulled you away from Rossi.

Turning on your heel to face the older man. A young blonde woman hooked to his side. Both of them moderately attractive. Perfectly fitting the description of the unsubs.

“Hi,” you dolled up your voice as you fluttered your lashes at him. Rossi’s hand splayed across your lower back. Fingers digging into the tender skin.

“We couldn’t help but notice you two from across the room. You guys come here often?” the young girl asked, her attention fully on your partner.

“Actually, our first time,” Rossi’s deep voice had a hint of flirtation on it.

“Oh wow!” the older man raised his eyebrows with his words, “Well, I’m Craig. And this is my Penny.” Extending his hand out to shake yours. Smiling as you exchanged pleasantries together. Rossi and Penny doing the same.

“I’m David, and this is Y/N,” Rossi smiled, making sure to keep his eyes locked in on the girl.

“So are you guys looking for someone for the night?” Craig asked casually.

“Uh— I believe that’s how all this works right?” Rossi chuckled softly. Trying his best to play it completely casual. Both of you knowing there was a good chance this was the couple you were looking for.

Craig laughed at Rossi’s ignorance, “Pretty much. We have fun tonight and bring them home in the morning. Now, David, I’m gonna need you to be real sweet and nice to my beautiful Penny. She can sometimes be feisty, be prepared for the craziest night of your life.”

Rossi cocked a brow at the young woman before him. Taking a step away from you to inch closer to her.

A feeling you had been fighting all night finally began to boil up inside you. You knew it was all an act. But something about Rossi acting like he was interested in her made your stomach flip. Knowing you could not show any hint of jealousy. Deciding to plunge yourself head first into the unsub.

You walked closer to him, hands flattening against his chest. “So I guess that leaves you and me,” you looked up at him through your lashes. The man before you sighed, toothy grin painting his face. You could feel Rossi’s eyes digging into you from behind. Not even giving him a side glance. His touch burned against your skin in a way that had every hair standing on end. Knowing something was off about him. Feeling a pit forming in your stomach and knot in your throat. Having to keep composure.

“Why don’t we get outta here?” He suggested. Offering him a girlish giggle. Allowing him to take your hand in his to lead you away.

Rossi’s chest burned. Mouth running completely dry as he watched a killer pull you away. Having to take a deep breath before giving his attention back to the other killer.

“Don’t be so tense, old timer. Craig will treat her good,” Penny swiped her fingers up his chest. Rossi bit his tongue. Teeth grinding together as he followed behind the girl. Leading to a remote room off to the side. Pulling him through the curtain with her, hands roaming his body. Rossi was noticeably tense.

“I know how to help you relax,” she dropped to her knees before him. Hands ghosting up his legs, stopping when she felt something stiff in his pocket. Doeing her eyes up at him, “What’s in there~?”

Rossi was quick to grab the handcuffs out of his pocket. Jingling the chain in front of her. A soft smirk on his lips.

“Wow, didn’t expect someone like you to be into that sort of thing,” she cooed, “Bring those for little ole me?”

Rossi’s finger tapped under her chin, urging her to stand. Quickly grabbing her and pinning her against the table in front of him. Locking the cuffs around her wrists especially tight, “I always have to keep cuffs for scumbags like you and your friend. You’re under arrest for the murders of several goers to this club.”

Penny scoffed. Fighting back against his grip, rolling her body onto the floor. Rossi was quick to pin her in her place, holding her down firm, “Quit resisting!” Patting down and not finding any weapons on her. Realizing she was a distraction so Craig could get rid of the women first, then come and take care of the men.

“You’ll never get to her in time. Craig’s already got that beautiful face of hers cut to shreds,” Penny growled, demonically smiling over her shoulder. Sending a certain chill down David’s spine.

“Reid! I need you to come keep hands on her. I’m going to get Y/N!” Rossi shouted into his hidden mic as he kept the young woman pinned to the ground.

Reid quickly sprinted into the club room, handcuffs dangling from his long fingers. Rossi quickly grabbed them from him as he hurried to the side you had been taken to.

The Killer had you pinned against a wall somewhere behind the building. Nose trailing your neck. Causing you to lose your breath. Still having to pretend like you were enjoying your time with him.

“Does it make you feel like a fucking whore?”

Your heart sank. Mouth running dry when the sound of his hands shimming in his pocket rang in your ears.

“What?”

“Running off with some random guy? While my girl is in there showing your man how to properly get laid?” His hand trailed up your exposed thigh.

“I thought that was why everyone was here?”

“Men can’t help their need to breed as many women as possible. That’s what you’re good for. That’s why I’m making sure my sweet girl gives your man everything he’s been missing,” his voice disgusted you.

The cold blade flattened against your thigh. Fear seeping into your veins for the first time tonight. Gasping shallowly. Swiftly kneeing him at the crotch. Causing him to stumble backwards if only for a moment.

The door being kicked out caused you to jump.

There was Rossi. Panting and hair disheveled. Lights of the club illuminating him like your guardian angel. Rossi did not hesitate to layout the man in front of you. Clean fist to the face causing Craig to hit the ground. Pinning him down as he continued punching him over and over again. Blood splattered in the air momentarily before Rossi realized what he was doing. Flipping him over onto his back to cuff him just like he had Penny.

“You’re done! No more coaxing couples away for your sick fantasies!” Rossi barked down at him, firm hand holding his head against the ground. Hotch and Morgan were quick inside. Guns held to protect them. Morgan allowed Rossi off him, escorting the killer out to the troopers.

Rossi’s hand flattened against his hair. Turning quickly to look at you. Back still pressed firmly against the wall, hand gripping at your chest. Still shocked that he had pulled a weapon on you. “Oh God, Y/N,” Rossi came over, hands cupping both sides of your face, “Did he hurt you?”

You shook your head, unable to form words. Feeling tears suddenly burning down your cheeks. Losing yourself in fear just for a moment. Rossi’s brows were upturned, his concern for you abundantly clear on his face. Eyes scanning every inch of you with worry. Suddenly pulling you into a tight hug. Arms wrapping around and a hand resting on your head. Hips lips pressing a tender kiss into your scalp. Your arms wrapped around him, nestling your face into his shoulder.

Finally feeling safe again. Steadying out your breath into his skin, “Thank you, David.”

You knew the BAU would not let anything happen to you. However, whenever you’re off alone with someone who has the intent to murder you fear finds a way of crawling under your skin. And when you felt his weapon drawl and no one was around, it truly took over.

Hotch’s hand flattened against your arm, “Are you alright?”

You nodded, “He had just pulled out his knife. H-He didn’t hurt me.”

“Good,” Hotch nodded, giving a reassuring look to Rossi as he walked through the door to follow behind Derek.

Rossi kept right next to you. Arm wrapping around you. Similar to before. Only now you felt engulfed by him. Taken aback by how scared he had looked. And how he held you so closely now. Not letting anyone pry you away. Walking you back to your other team members. All of which were equally as concerned. All of them examining and hugging you.

An overwhelming rush of exhaustion washed over you. Excusing yourself and crawling into the back of one of the SUVs. Waiting for whoever the driver would be to take the wheel and take you home. Not concerned with going to the office for your own vehicle. Finally having a moments peace. Alone.

Minutes ticked by when you were jolted aware by the sound of the drivers door opening. Jumping, nervous system still in defense mode. Sitting up to see Rossi taking his seat. Eyes looking back at you in the rear view. Soft, squinted eyes greeted you with a smile.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. It’s just me,” Rossi’s mature voice softly reassured. You sighed, attempting to fully sit up. Rossi held his hand up at you, “Relax. Lay down and I’ll wake you when we get there.” Something about his voice had a warmth washing over you. Comforting you even more than being alone had.

You drifted in and out of a light slumber. Instinctively knowing all the turns and curves to your place. Coming to when you felt him pull into a parking spot. Before you could sit up, Rossi had already gotten out and was opening the door for you. Extending his ring clad hand out to help you to your feet. A quiet “thank you” meekly escaped you.

The walk to your apartment door was completely silent. The click of your heels on the pavement rattling the peaceful symphony of the night. Chill of the breeze pricking at your skin. Turning on your heel when you finally reached the door. Smiling at Rossi, “Well… thank you, again. For everything.”

Rossi looked around, tucking his face down in an attempt to hide the glow of his cheeks. Tonight made him realize just how much he cared about you. Denying for months that certain tug in his chest when he would see you smile or hear you laugh. How the smell of your perfume would linger deep inside him. Bringing him back to the last time he had brought you home.

Brown eyes looked into yours. Dimly yellow porch light illuminated his face. Admiring your hero before you. Trying to push down your feelings for him. Having to respect the boundary he had set with you. No matter how badly it hurt you.

You began fiddling with your lock. Key clicking inside. Looking over your shoulder one last time to tell Rossi bye.

Surprised with the look on his face.

Sad eyes met yours. Glossy in the pale light. Eyebrows furrowed together with concern. A hint of frustration shown on his jaw. Locked tightly while his nostrils flared.

“Y/N—“

Rossi reached for you when you began inside. That was when you saw the blood and bruises on his knuckles. Turning quickly and taking his hand in yours, “Oh, Rossi. Why didn’t you let the medics fix this?”

Fingers lightly tapped at the open wound. Causing Rossi to scrunch his nose up in pain. Flickering your gaze up to his face. “Come in and let me get you bandaged,” you wrapped your hand around his wrist pulling him in the door with you. Leading him into your kitchen to take a seat at the island. Sighing as he sat on one of the tall stools.

“It’s not that bad—“ he protested as he watched you walk over and lock the door.

“Just let me help you,” you breathed out, walking over to your sink and squatting. Looking under the cabinet for your first aid kit. Rummaging through all the old cleaning supplies and sponges still in their wrapper. Finally seeing the transparent box with a red heart on the front. Taking your place in front of Rossi as the box laid open on the countertop.

Taking a wet cloth and dabbing the dried blood from his knuckles. Rossi’s eyes locked into your face the entire time. Watching how your closed mouth smile never faltered. How gentle your hands were with his gashes and bruises. Admiring how your fingers traced the lines and bumps on his hands. Like you wanted to learn every blemish and scar.

“You really let that guy have it, didn’t you?”

Rossi chuckled.

Truly he had not even realized he was beating the unsub up as bad as he was. Lost in his rage for you. His instincts telling him to show the guy a lesson. To somehow avenge your honor. Jealousy playing a part in his anger.

“It’s like I blacked out,” Rossi sighed.

“Never seen you get so angry at a case.”

“Well. Your safety isn’t on the line every case,” Rossi nonchalantly confessed. Causing your eyes to bounce up to his suddenly. Full, brown orbs meeting yours with a smile. Shaking off the heat in your face. Focusing back on his hand, getting the last bit of tape around it. Hair falling down loosely in front of your face.

Rossi’s other hand came up to tuck it behind your ear. You looked up at him through your lashes. Hooded eyes meeting yours. A closed mouth smile plastered across his face. Hand lingering on your cheek.

“I shouldn’t have ever let you go,” his soft voice breathed out.

“It was part of the mission, Rossi—“

“That’s not what I mean,” Rossi leaned in, planting his lips to yours. Hand delicately caressing the side of your face. Body overloading with feelings. Unsure if you should allow this to happen. Wanting so badly to melt into him. He was the one who set the boundary. And now he’s here in your apartment. Kissing you.

“David, please…” you breathed out, begging, “Don’t string me on again. I can’t handle… can’t handle you leaving me again.”

“Shhh,” he reassured, “I won’t. I promise you have me. I’m not walking away this time.”

You pressed into him. Deepening the kiss as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Rossi’s hands gripped your hips, softly cascading down to your ass. Feeling the plump skin through your hiked up dress. Fingers daring to pull the material the rest of the way up.

“I’m sorry that son of a bitch even put his hands on you,” Rossi grumbled. Possessive nature showing. Calloused digits digging into your flesh. Rising off the stool so that your bodies could meet.

“Don’t be sor—“

“I wanted to kill him,” Rossi growled into your mouth, “Knock his fucking teeth in.”

Something about the tone on his voice had you weak in the knees. Maybe it was the grip he had on your ass. Maybe it was the feeling of his semi-hard pressing into your front.

“That asshole didn’t even know who he was dealing with. Hands on my girl… I should’ve shot him,” Rossi continued as he walked you back into the living room.

His girl.

Shocking you with how quickly he delved into you. Clearly fed up with having to hide anything he was feeling. Wanting to make it known how much he cherished you. Just a sliver of how important you were to him.

You fell onto the couch when it met the back of your knees. Rossi crawled on top of you, hands roaming up your exposed thighs. Fingers splaying on both sides of his face as he latched back onto your lips. Dress hiking up as he found his place between your legs.

Rossi’s tongue split your lips. Licking up into your mouth. Wanting to taste every bit of you. Devouring your lips with his.

His hands found the hem of your panties. Cold rings tickling your heated skin. Lips planting themselves on your neck. Decorating wet kisses along the skin. Catching a moan in your throat when his teeth grazed a soft spot.

“Bellissima,” Rossi muttered.

Sitting back on his knees to pull your panties down your legs. Exposing your soaking core to the cool air of your apartment. Sending a shiver up your spine. Causing air to hitch in your throat. Doe eyeing him innocently.

“What is it?” Rossi’s soft expression had you seeing spots. Face completely flushed at his gravely tone. Teasing you as if his fingers were not mere inches from where you wanted them most.

“Please,” you pouted.

That sad face had his heart tugging. Skipping a beat with the way the dim light of the kitchen reflected so beautifully in your eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he dipped down to press his lips back against yours. Fingers finally dipping between your folds. Pulling a guttural gasp from you. Hands gripping his shoulders as you wide-eyed him.

Swirling gently around your clit, enjoying the way your face contorted in pleasure. Finally inserting one of his thick fingers into you. Forcing an arch from your back at the sudden fullness. Brows pressing together and your mouth forming an ‘O’ shape.

“You’re so wet, amore,” Rossi smiled lips kissing down to the exposed pieces of breast that peaked through the top of your dress. Lightly sinking his teeth into the meaty flesh. Biting a soft purple bruise. Marking you as his.

“Dave,” you moaned as he curled a finger inside. His tongue flattened against the bruise on your chest, soothing the burning sting for a moment. Trailing back up to your neck. “Should I put one here too? Make sure everyone knows?” his tone was dark as his canine gently grazed. Moaning breathlessly for him. Fingers still coaxing you towards your finish. Thumb stimulating your nub.

Hand tangling in his hair as you began grinding against his fingers. A gruff chuckle vibrated in David’s chest, “So needy.”

“I need it,” you whined as your nails scratched at his scalp. Feeling yourself so close to the edge. Chasing your high on his hand. Fingers that were perfectly made to fit you. To please you.

“Give it to me,” Rossi kissed below your ear. Hot breath stinging your skin. Eyes rolling back as you quivered around him. Moaning loudly as you fluttered around his fingers. Feeling a burn in your lower half that perfectly warmed you. Loving how he smiled, watching your face with lust blown eyes.

Decorating your hot skin with his gentle lips. Finishing with a passionate one on your lips. Pulling his fingers from you. Admiring the way they glistened with your juices. Placing them between his lips. Humming in satisfaction, “Next time I’ll have to taste it directly from the source.”

You smiled, somehow blushing at his words. Fingers petting down his back. Never having been with someone this enamored by you. Wanting every little piece of you only for himself. Claiming you as his and his alone.

“Do you have it in you for me?” David kissed you gently as he sat up, removing his button-down above you. Butterflies floated around your stomach. Anticipation causing you so much excitement. You nodded aggressively. Sitting up to help him remove his clothing. Your hands tugging his belt out of its loops. Throwing it to the side as you ran your hands against his bare chest.

“I want you inside me,” you kissed his neck. Lips turning hungry against his tan skin. Biting into his shoulder momentarily. Rossi groaned, fingers tugging down the zipper along your spine. Dress falling loose around your shoulders, making it easy for him to pull it over your head. Tossing it aside somewhere that did not matter right now. Both of you shimmying to remove the other’s clothes; Rossi’s hands on your bra and yours on his zipper.

Rossi leaned you back against the couch, skin pressing together. Soft chest hair tickling against your breasts. Cock prodding against your entrance. His gaze attempting to memorize every hill and valley of your body. “Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful,” he kissed you in between each word.

Large hand coming down to line himself up with you, slowly pressing into you. Allowing just the tip in first, making sure you could adjust. Finally bottoming out with a slow and steady thrust. Rolling his hips into you, throat tightened as your walls gripped around him.

Rossi found a rhythm that had you calling out to him. Swearing you had never felt anything this good. Filling your insides perfectly with his girth. Stubble prickling on the skin of your clavicle as he kissed along your neck. Hums vibrating your skin with each meeting of hips.

“I’ll never let another person touch you again,” Rossi promised taking a deep breath. Teeth gritted together as his hips grew erratic. Swearing under his breath. Arm hooking under your lower back, arching you further. Other hand gripping the arm of the couch.

“Only mine. Right, baby?” Rossi said, more of a statement than a question. You nodded, moaning when the head of his cock hit a soft spot deep inside you. Shooting pleasure through you.

“Cock too good? Can’t even talk to me?” Rossi’s condescension made your eyes roll back. Deep voice edging you along. Tender lips growing aggressive against yours. Sloppily kissing against your mouth, pulling your lip between his teeth. You were completely lost in ecstasy.

Your still sensitive pussy had you close to another orgasm. Constricting when his body would become flush with yours. Knowing if he kept this pace up you would be a screaming mess underneath him.

“Perfect,” Rossi’s husky voice exhaled. Feeling himself approaching his own high. Fingers digging into your tender flesh as he twitched inside you.

Completely enamored by the sounds you made. Each meeting of hips causing a symphony and squeaks. A melody he knew he would never get tired of.

“Wanna be filled up with me, sweet girl? Make sure you feel who you belong to. A little reminder,” Rossi groaned.

“Please, Dave,” you whined.

The curve of his cock finally sent you over the edge. Waves of ecstasy washed over your body. Shaking, hands reaching out to hold tightly onto him. Screaming his name as your insides convulsed. Rossi cooed and smiled, hips rutting as he finished. Coating your walls with white hot.

Both of you panting. Refusing to move. Loving the warmth of each other’s bodies. Sweat glistening on your skin.

Rossi’s hand came up and caressed your face. Dark eyes lingering in yours. Leaning down and planting a gentle kiss on your lips. Rosy cheeks and glistening eyes admiring one another.

“Do you want to stay tonight?” Your exhausted voice hummed against your lips.

“I was hoping you’d ask,” Rossi chuckled.

The two of you gently got up. Matured, tender hands helped you clean up. Taking your time as you wandered off to your bedroom. Snuggling together under your cold sheets.

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[END]

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