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OH MY GOD hello hi i was the spourt anon from earlier and ☹️☹️☹️ ur fic was so good omg i love the way u write ur fics hit everytime 🤞 im so happy to have another spourtney fic especially from one of my favorite fic authors
omg hello welcome to psychic smoshblr you are a member now ! i woke up to a spourt fic ask and was like........ how did they know......... anyway ty so so much thats so sweet and im so honored <3<3<3 it was just a lil thing but it was about time i hit someone else with my established relationship domestic intimacy ray. more spourt coming from me in the future probably bc they were so fun to write !
#i think i just love writing spencer tbh#anyway ty again mwah <33333#spourtney#shipping#ask#asks#anon#anonymous
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— march fic recs, brought to you by happyhauntt.
a wee fic rec post for a few of the fics i read in march that altered my brain chemistry!! i've put a lil comment next to each rec because honestly writers don't get praised enough for their work these days and i wanted to show my appreciation for these talented souls!!
grishaverse.
➡ kaz brekker.
what do you want from me by @rubysunnday. notes: literally perfect wtf.
dark days by rubysunnday. notes: i reread this literally constantly, it is so perfect, kaz's characterisation is perfect, i adore it.
bloody hands by rubysunnday. notes: i devoured this whole thing like a starving person it was sO good.
when am i gonna lose you? by @crowsmybeloveds. notes: this is so beautiful honestly i have no words.
the lost princess by @ellewritesalright. notes: look it's only part one but elle is a fucking wizard and i'm a sucker for an anastasia au.
you and me (a whole lot of history) by @heliads. notes: this was so cute and such a clever concept i fell in love!!!
schat by @amourology. notes: fully choked this is so adorable.
soulmate by @magpiencrow. notes: KAZ BREKKER SOULMATE AU didn't know i needed this but now i need 100 more!!!!
➡ nikolai lantsov.
nine long years series by @ellewritesalright. notes: i am actively fucking screaming over this fic. i will never stop. this might genuinely be the best thing i've read in a LONG while. everything about it has me sobbing i actively CANNOT COPE. and it's not even finished yet.
one of us by @songofpatrochilless. notes: literally had me sobbing you don't understand the domesticity of it all!!!!!.
come on back to me by @atlabeth. notes: there is a very strong chance that i'll literally never stop screaming about this fic.
dreams of you by @wh0refornikolailantsov. notes: every cell in my body is SCREAMING.
this love by @lantsovsupremacist. notes: did not, in fact, give you permission to hurt me like this do it again.
salt in the wound by @in-my-feels-probably. notes: brain goes brrrr this has everything i need to survive tbh.
wanting was enough by @rubysunnday. notes: beautiful stunning magnificent i want to eat it.
an exhausted smile by @writing-havoc. notes: think i had an aneurysm reading this it was that amazing.
run away with me by @sumsebien. notes: i am still sobbing over this.
in emerald hearts, emerald minds by @undiscovered-horizon. notes: love love love love love. there aren't enough words in any language to describe how much i love this.
➡ alina starkov.
alina starkov x reader by @heliads. notes: alina does not get nearly enough love and this was so fucking sad and cute and brilliant.
➡ nina zenik.
the ten steps to 'i love you' by @sophierequests. notes: this was SO HEARTWARMING AND SWEET i adored it!!!
➡ zoya nazyalensky.
forget-me-nots by @syllvane. notes: not enough zoya fics on this hellsite. but also this ripped my heart out and made me sob so RUDE. i feel devastated.
➡ inej ghafa.
inej ghafa x reader by @heliads. notes: INEJ MY SWEET BABY, this fic is everything to me. everything. and it's so beautifully written!!!
➡ the darkling.
the dark side of the moon series by @myhairpintrigger. notes: this fic is ASTOUNDING. i haven’t cried this much reading something in a long time. i was FULL-BODY SOBBING. i don’t even like the darkling. i am Not a darkling girlie. but i was intrigued by concept of this fic and i can safely say it has ruined my life. this is Emotional Damage Incarnate. i will never recover. author, i salute you.
911.
through the smoke by @borntobewondering. notes: spent twenty whole minutes sobbing after reading this. i felt undone i felt hollow i felt so utterly fucked. author is a genius and that's all there is to say.
not so one night stand by @shmaptainwrites. notes: this was so fuckin adorable i'm in love.
d.c. to l.a. by shmaptainwrites. notes: bobby my guy just doesn't get enough fucking credit and this is so fucking adorable.
criminal minds.
➡ spencer reid.
trouble almost all my life by @januaryembrs. notes: this series is. it's literally. everything. i love bugsy like she's my own child. sister relationships are everything to me. i spent an hour sobbing in my bed over parts 2 and 3. i want this tattooed on my forehead.
➡ aaron hotchner.
found by @benedictscanvas. notes: DADDY i mean what. all jokes aside this was so sweet and beautiful and i'm in love the writing!!!
doctor who.
rage rage (against the dying of the light) by @morganas-pendragons. notes: felt feral after reading this. kayla just gets me in my feels every time.
heartbeat by morganas-pendragons. notes: this was the most emotional devastating thing i've ever read and i fully needed 3-5 business days to recover. rude. i want 100 more.
untitled by morganas-pendragons. notes: PAIN i love this so much.
ache by morganas-pendragons. notes: just scoop my heart out of my fucking chest i don't want it anymore after reading this.
a mind full of blissful terrors by @magiccath. notes: simply fucking amazing.
light in the dark by @i-imagine-my-doctor. notes: screaming please i adore this so much.
baby talk by @kisstherainwriting. notes: THE ABSOLUTE CUTIEST EVER. there's not enough clara fics and this had me squealing and feeling all warm and fuzzy!!!
holding my hand by kisstherainwriting. notes: angst galore this was STUNNING.
in another's eyes by @cas-kingdom. notes: PERFECTION.
where do we go now series by @theetherealbloom. notes: literally so fucking amazing i don't have enough words.
marauders.
the winner takes it all by @ellecdc. notes: brb faye is having a STROKE--
come back, be here series by ellecdc. notes: i think i had a full on stroke while reading this series. the attention to detail is insane. the characterisation is perfect.
i don't know you anymore (maybe i never really did) by @thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels. notes: SCREECHING i'm in love you don't understand.
bridgerton.
➡ anthony bridgerton.
distractions by @peterpparkrr. notes: simply immaculate.
right person, all the wrong times by @wwinterwitch. notes: did you mean one of my favourite tropes bc this is it.
right in front of me by @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 & @thirteenisles. notes: i felt feral after reading this tbh.
➡ sibling!reader.
reluctant caretaker by @rubysunnday. notes: this fic hit my heart in all the right places okay sibling stuff means everything to me.
did she have a cookie by rubysunnday. notes: a joyous read from start to finish i CACKLED the whole way through.
moon knight.
come back to me by @mgparker. notes: still sobbing. immaculate.
the other sarcophagus by @starryevermore. notes: i literally reread this constantly i adore it so much!!
marc spector x reader by @softlyspector. notes: i had an aneurysm reading this and i haven't been the same since.
more marc spector x reader by softlyspector. notes: i am having an intense emotion hold on. anytime i see autistic stuff in canon content for any fandom i SQUEAK. and this is so well done honestly.
star wars.
heartless by @youvebeenlivingfictional. notes: i reread this constantly, it's so amazing and heartwrenching and beautiful and i want to eat it.
little talks by @light-yaers. notes: you simply do not understand how much i adore everything beff writes. i adore this fic more than i need oxygen to breathe.
right where you left me series by light-yaers. notes: personality-defining series. i LIVE for this fic. every update adds five years to my lifespan. if you're not reading this you are MISSING OUT.
a light, a song, a bluebird by @millllenniawrites. notes: made me SOB 10/10 would recommend if you like emotional trauma.
invisible string by @campingwiththecharmings. notes: pining!!! loneliness!!! i adore!!!
hard landings by @softlyspector. notes: no. no you don't understand. this fic doesn't just own my soul it is my soul. i want it tattooed on my face.
misc.
hopper x reader by @luveline. notes: you don't understand this might be the cutest shit i've ever read and jade is a fellow welsh person which automatically makes them brilliant in my book.
muña by @in-my-feels-probably. notes: alicent means fucking everything to me and this had me sobbing.
mistletoe magic by @writingsbychlo. notes: literally the cutest fucking thing ever, had me kicking my legs and squealing!!
#* faye's monthly fic recs.#* type: fic recs.#nikolai lantsov x reader#kaz brekker x reader#poe dameron x reader#marc spector x reader#spencer reid x reader#aaron hotchner x reader#anthony bridgerton x reader#evan buckley x reader#the doctor x reader
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Your Insta If You Were Dating Spencer Reid Pt. 5!
MASTERLIST
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y/n heading up to the mountains this weekend!
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drreid I'm so excited to spend the weekend with you! Also, I'm very grateful that you agreed to drive 😊
-> y/n anything for you :)
davidrossi Have fun kids!
ssahotchner Enjoy the time off, I'm glad he's finally using some of his days.
-> y/n me too haha
babygirlpg I'M SO JEALOUS!! take lots of pics for me!!!
-> y/n sure thing penny
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y/n dragged him up here early this morning to see the sunrise. as you can see, he is not happy
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drreid I'm always happy when I'm with you, just extra tired this morning.
-> y/n ik baby it's okay
-> y/n also ur so sweet 😘
chocthunder I just know he HATED that
-> emprentiss I KNOW
-> drreid As I have previously stated, I did not hate it, I was just tired.
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y/n found him outside like this when I woke up
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drreid Why must you always post the most embarrassing photos you can find of me?
-> y/n it brings me joy :)
jenniferj he's just... standing there??
-> drreid I was admiring the mountains (not pictured).
chocthunder THE BOOTS
emprentiss I need one of those emergency eyewash things after seeing this
-> y/n he looks good and you know it
-> drreid Thank you!
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y/n Is he proposing or did he just bring me up here to watch the sunset?
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drreid I am not proposing right now, I swear.
-> y/n I don't know if I believe you...
chocthunder Is pretty boy about to close the deal???
-> jenniferj I hope so!!!!!
-> babygirlpg me too! I love weddings and I LOVE love!!!
davidrossi @/drreid I think we should talk before you make any big decisions
-> drreid Guys! There is nothing to talk about!
-> emprentiss sure bud
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y/n update: he did not pop the question :(
drreid Maybe next time...
-> y/n don't even get me excitedddd
babygirlpg aww man I was excited
-> jenniferj me too :(
-> emprentiss me too tbh
-> chocthunder honestly yeah same
in my evil era lol hope you enjoyed this one!! requests are open so send me something to write!!
#spencer reid#criminal minds#spencer reid fanfiction#dr spencer reid#spencer reid x you#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid x reader#criminal minds fanfiction#spencer reid imagine#derek morgan#penelope garcia#jennifer jareau#aaron hotchner#david rossi#emily prentiss
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Request: (Smut)
Hotch gives Spencer the lead on a new case. And when Y/N doesn’t do what Spencer said to do- well let’s say when they get home she gets punished.
Just you wait
SPENCER REID X FEM!READER
summary: being from a different department and working with your fiancé was always great except but things change when you don’t seem to obey his orders
warnings: choking • punishment • spanking • sub!dom dynamics • cursing • arguing • bj • PV •
a/n: english isn’t my first language so I apologize for any gramatical errors! I don’t really see Spencer as a dom tbh so this was a little difficult for me to write sorry if its not exactly what you wanted honestly it was rushed :/
MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI!! 18+ SMUT AHEAD
“I dont feel great about this just so you know” Emily says as you both enter the DCPD. “You think I do? but we can’t prioritize feelings over case right now” Emily sighs as you squeeze the orange envelope filled with new pictures of the crime scene between your fingers subconsciously releasing your stress onto it with a deep breath.
You see a lanky figure make his way towards both of you with a glare of disbelief plastered on his face. “You went behind my back?” though his tone is angry theres hurt laced between his words. “Im sorry but we found new evidence that-” he cuts you off “I dont care right now! Im leading this case and I told everyone to stay away from the scene until further notice. You cant just ignore my authority!” his eyes switch back and forth between you and Emily
“I work for a different department” Emily just sighs and throws her hands up in surrender as she walk away past Spencer after realizing the conflict just got a little personal. Spencer runs his hands down his face in defeated frustration causing his words to come out slightly muffled “Am I joke to you? seriously am I? I know you work for a different department but you never seem to have a problem obeying Hotch..” his hands fall back to his sides as he grabs the envelope from you and storms off leaving you there with your thoughts.
For some cases your department sent you out as the traveling detective to help out the BAU and you never had a problem working along side your fiancé I mean this job is what brought you both together but having him as your acting boss was slightly different. Its not that you didn’t respect his authority you just didn’t understand his judgment at this moment. He knew how your job functioned and always did his best to help you with whatever you needed but right now he was stopping you from doing your job and you were worried about him but there were victims at risk.
Hypothetically he would’ve been fine if..
If Hotch wasn’t hovering
If the geographical range wasnt so large
If the building wasnt so loud
If the PD didn’t see him as joke
if it wasn’t dangerous for his agents to leave the building alone
ect,, there were too many thoughts taking over and none of them were good.
Thankfully the evidence you and Emily found was crucial to the investigation and even though he was still under immense stress you felt as if at least you took a little weight off Spencers shoulders although that didint mean he was pleased with your actions. He avoided you throughout the day even after the unsub was caught not even breaking the silence on the car ride home. Before you can even finish parking Spencer is stepping out of the car and entering your shared apartment before you.
You make your way inside not too long after him with tears of pent up frustration brimming your eyes and threatening to fall only for those thoughts to be forgotten as your head gently hits the wall. Spencer has you pinned by his large hand lightly squeezing your neck the way he knows you love as his other hand holds both of your wrists between his fingers. “what was that today? first you ignore my authority..” a squeeze to your neck as his raspy voice lingers closer to your slightly open mouth “and then you humiliate me?” another squeeze and the tears fall alongside a whimper “why’re you crying baby? you know I just wanna keep you safe and thats why I couldn’t let you go to the scene” his tone is genuine care mixed with condensation as he looks you up and down hungrily “but you just had to ignore me and im gonna have to make you learn your lesson” his grip on your throat loosens as his hand gently strokes your face wiping away your tears “m- sorry” you choke out as he ghosts his lips over yours, his hot breath makes your thighs clench.
“I know you are but its too late now” his grip on you loosens and he pushes you down harshly to your knees as he undoes his belt without a word. As he frees his cock from his boxers he gives it 2 slow strokes “open” he simply says and you obey, taking him into your mouth eagerly. What you cant fit into your mouth you pump with you hand causing his breath to hitch at the stimulation. Spencer strokes his finger through your hair before fisting it and thrusting his hips into your mouth. He’s vocal and hes not shy about it, his moans come out strained and loud as you feel his dick twitch on your tongue getting ready to have your throat welcome in his load despite your gagging until he pushes you away “d-dont wanna cum yet.. gonna make you beg for it first” he says out of breath as he lifts you off the ground and into the bedroom.
“take it off.. I want a show” with a gulp you start unbuttoning your blouse slowly trying not to seem to desperate and take your pants off as he eyes you lustfuly. You are completely nude to him as his shirt and boxers remain “come here” you walk over to him cautiously and he sits you down on his thigh resting his hands on your hips slowly rocking you back and forth causing a moan to drop from your parted lips. “mm” you start rocking yourself faster as he removes his touch from you depriving you “please” he fake pouts “please what? I need to hear it” a desperate cry leaves your mouth knowing you wont be able to cum just from his thigh “I need you” he chuckles “need what? my fingers?” his hand cups your dripping cunt teasing your entrance with his fingers “n-no your-” a whimper leaves your throat “your cock”
one last look at you and he’s flipping you over so hes caging your body under his own. He grabs his dick in his hand and pushes it into your entrance without warning or giving you time to adjust. His hand finds its way back to your throat making your sounds of pain and pleasure sound strained. His thrusts dont have a rhythm theyre just ruthless and fast. “hah- ah you crying? im just correcting your behavior” his cock brushes your g spot so good it makes you forget how to talk “you know that right baby?” now this is condescending but you cant find it in you to care right now, the pleasure taking over “say it.. say you deserve this” his hold on your throat releasing so he can hold onto the bed frame to go deeper against your sensitive spot “ahh say it” with a yelp you manage to push the words out “I-I deserve t-this” his thrust dont let up it just fuels him on even more “wasnt gonna let you c-cum tonight but I think id rather fuck you stupid ah- what’d you think about that?” he knows you’re already seconds away from your orgasm as your eyes start rolling to the back of your head and you cant provide any actual words. His free hand makes its way down to your clit desperate to make you his own little fuck toy. Your legs start shaking erratically and without a warning you cum all over spencers aching cock with him hot on your heels. You pant but before you have time to catch your breath you’re roughly flipped over onto your stomach as a rough slap lands on your ass
“im not done with you yet”
#spencer reid x reader#criminal minds x reader#spencer reid#spencer reid imagine#spencer reid x you#spencer reid x y/n#spencer reid smut#dom spencer reid
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HI! i love your works and writing so much!! 🩷can i make a request for spencer x fem!reader, where spencer sees reader play with children (whether it be henry or a different child) and gets turned on? later, smut with a breeding kink?🩷 FEEL FREE TO IGNORE IF YOU DONT WANT TO DO IT🫶
OKAY BUT A DISCLAIMER FIRST: smut is so fucking hard to write ISTG!!!! It took me far too long a time to finish this and now I might have just acquired a newfound level of respect for any fic writers out there who regularly whip out smut in every fic. With that said, I hope you bear with me bcs I'm new and generally inexperienced in writing smut, so I hope this is to your liking 😭😭😭 ty for the request and waiting so patiently!! ❤️
Warning(s): fem!reader, 18+ smut content minors dni, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex (p in v), breeding kink, praise kink (?), talks of impregnation, profanities, this is just porn without plot tbh
This blurb was written as a part of the "Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K" celebration.
Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K Masterlist / Criminal Minds Masterlist
"What's going on with you?" you asked as soon as the front door was shut behind your back.
Spencer turned around at your question. "What? Nothing's going on with me."
"Don't lie, Spencer. You've been awfully quiet since we left JJ's house." Your statement drove Spencer to tear his gaze away, but before he could take another step, you had seemingly transported right in front of him. "Talk to me. What's going on? Did something happen?"
"Nothing happened, sweetheart. Just forget it, okay?"
"No, I wanna know. Tell me."
Spencer's jaw clenched at your display of persistence. You didn't miss the way his eyes turned a few shades darker as he pinned you with his relentless stare.
"You really wanna know?" Spencer murmured.
Before you could give him a verbal answer, your fiancé suddenly pushed himself forward, trapping your body with his as your back collided against the wall. You gasped at his proximity. The atmosphere quickly shifted as you felt Spencer trailing his nose against the length of your neck.
"You wanna know what's going on? The truth is, I've been going insane," Spencer admitted against your ear. "You're driving me insane."
"Spencer, what are you talking about?"
Against what you thought was possible, Spencer propelled himself further into you, to the point where the air you breathed out became the same one he inhaled. Spencer's knee shoved itself between the apex of your thighs, making you gasp from the unexpected friction that his movement caused.
"I watched you back at JJ's. The way you acted around Henry? I can't stop thinking about it, sweetheart. It's driving me crazy."
"What?" An involuntary gasp slipped past your lips when Spencer's teeth lightly grazed your pulse point. "What are you—"
"I want us to have a baby."
The shock you felt was undoubtedly written all over your face. Spencer pulled back just the tiniest bit so he could stare right into your eyes. The gentleness in his pupils contradicted the desperation found in all of the ministrastions he pulled so far.
"I know when we talked about it in the past, it always seemed like such a distant thing. But after seeing you today—how you doted on Henry? I can't help it, sweetheart." Spencer's fingers strayed towards your cheek, tracing an invisible line until his touch met your jaw. "I want to have a family with you, and I want it to happen sooner rather than later. You own my forever, angel. There's no doubt in my mind that you'll become as amazing a mother just as you are a person."
The admission rendered you speechless. Time arrived into a screeching halt where it stayed there for seemingly thousands of years. Spencer was assessing you with worry in the consequent silence, trying to solve the cipher in your countenance that could give him a clue to what you were thinking.
Just as he was about to call out your name, you lunged forward out of the blue, claiming his lips in an earth-shattering kiss.
The two of you molded into one another like a pair of fitted puzzle pieces. Fire was raging inside your chest when you pulled away, first telltale signs of arousal stirring in the pit of your stomach.
"I wanna have a baby with you, Spencer. Please, I love you so much."
Spencer groaned wholeheartedly at the confession before diving back to kiss you even more fervently than before. Amidst the roaming hands and pleasurable gasps, the two of you somehow managed to stumble into the bedroom you had shared together for the past couple of years. Shed clothes littered the entire path you trudged, and in the blink of an eye, you found yourself naked on the bed with Spencer hovering above you clad in only his boxers.
"You're so beautiful," Spencer mused before taking one of your nipples in his explorative mouth. You writhed in pleasure while his fingers toyed with your other breast, making sure that no inch of your beauty escaped his attention. "Can't wait to see these full of milk, sweetheart. You'd look so beautiful pregnant with my baby."
You could only mewl when Spencer's lips trailed further southward, peppering kisses beneath your navel, just a sliver to where you needed him the most.
"Spencer, please. Ah. Don't tease."
Your fiancé chuckled at the desperation he heard in your voice. If it were any other day, he would have taken the time to edge you even further for the next few hours. But Spencer could feel his boxers getting tighter by the minute, and not wanting to prolong it any further, he slid downward until he was met with the view of your glistening folds.
"Fuck. So wet and gorgeous. Wish you could see how pretty you look, angel."
The moment Spencer's mouth touched your most sensitive part, you were gone for. His tongue lapped your juices like he was a man lost in a dessert while you were his oasis. The moans fled your throat when his lips wrapped around your taut clit, sucking and circling it with his tongue until you thrashed around uncontrollably. He then used his left forearm to pin your torso down, while his other hand started prodding the entrance to your heat.
"Oh my god, Spencer—mmphh," you whined when two of Spencer's fingers were snugly sheathed inside of you, going in and out until the whole room was overpowered by the obscene sound of your squelching wetness.
"You're so wet, angel. Holy shit," Spencer marveled as he fixated onto the movements of his fingers inside of you, the digits shining from your arousal that coated them. "So warm and tight, too. This all for me?"
"For you, Spencer, only for—oh, only for you. Feels so, mmhh, so good."
Spencer knew you were getting close from how tightly your walls were gripping his fingers, along with the way you were grinding your hips against his hand as if trying to amplify the pleasure you were reeling from. But right before the coil in your belly snapped, Spencer promptly removed his hand from your heat, making you whimpered in protest from the loss of contact.
"Patience, angel," Spencer said, leaning down to give you a quick kiss. "I want to be inside you and feel you around me as you cum."
He made quick work in removing his boxers, revealing his erection that was already red and leaking pre-cum on the tip. Spencer hissed when he gave himself a few lazy tugs, aware of your burning stare as you watched him with a raging want.
"Ready, sweetheart?" Spencer asked, waiting for your nod before sliding his tip in. You moaned into his neck until the entire length of his cock was snugged inside, clutching Spencer for dear life as the man cursed against your cheek. "You feel so good around me. Fuck. You alright, angel?"
You could only nod meekly in response. "Need you to move, Spence. Please, move."
Spencer didn't need to be told twice. He drew his hips back until the only thing engulfed by your pulsating walls was his tip, before ramming back into you with enough force to knock the breath out of your lungs.
In no time at all, your fiancé was moving in and out of you vigorously. The lewd sound of skin against skin echoed within the four walls of your bedroom, fueling your desire until your whole being was consumed by everything Spencer. You swore you could almost feel every ridge and vein of Spencer's cock as it slid in and out of your weeping hole, but your hazy brain would argue that it was plainly your lust talking.
"Spencer." His name came out as a gasp as you felt the imminent climax rising higher and higher. "I'm so—ah, s-so close. Please, please, please, I need to—"
"I know, sweetheart. I know you are. Can feel you squeezing around me. Shit. Milking me so good, hm? Gonna milk me, angel? Gonna milk my cock dry?"
You couldn't think of any other reply to Spencer's crude words except to moan even louder.
"I'm close, too, sweetheart. Fuck. I love being inside you like this. 'M gonna cum so much, gonna have my seed so deep inside you until your womb is filled to the brim."
Your walls fluttered at the thought of being full of Spencer's cum, and this little knowledge didn't evade your fiancé's notice as he picked up the pace of his thrusts.
"You like that, huh? Like the thought of my cum in your womb? Can't wait until you're all big and round, sweetheart. You're gonna make such a beautiful mommy."
"Wanna be a mommy, Spencer, I wanna have your baby!"
"Yeah? You want that? Wanna be pregnant with my baby and make me a daddy? Have a part of me inside of you, huh? Shit. Can picture it now, sweetheart. You'll look so gorgeous pregnant. Most beautiful mommy in the world."
Spencer's hips stuttered slightly. The mental image of you pregnant and barefoot, walking around your shared home carrying his child was doing abominable things to every neuron in his brain. That thought alone, along with the way your pussy was getting tighter around him by the second, was inevitably going to push him over the edge.
Without ever abating his pace, Spencer's fingers reached down towards your clit and started rubbing as if there was no tomorrow. You let out a scream at the added sense of pleasure that Spencer's fingers sent to your belly.
"That's it, angel. Just let it go for me. Let go and I'll give you every drop of my cum."
Another powerful thrust, coupled with a delicious stimulation to your bundle of nerves, had you cumming around Spencer's cock like you had never been before. It was one of the most intense orgasms of your life, and you couldn't do anything but wail and moan as Spencer continued to move inside you through it all.
Mere seconds later, Spencer's own undoing crashed into him like a truck. You felt his cock throb before warmth flooded in, spurts of cum painting every inch of your walls until Spencer was sure there was nothing else to empty. He collapsed on top of you as soon as he was done pulling out, panting breaths and a satiated smile as he buried his face in the column of your neck.
"So—" you began once your breathing had evened out, "—we're doing this, huh?"
Spencer looked up at your face. "Are you having second thoughts?"
"No. Definitely not. There's no one I'd rather do this with more than you, Spencer." You smiled, tucking a strand of your fiancé's overgrown curly hair behind his ear. "Although, I do have to say, I didn't expect you to be that type of guy."
"What type of guy?"
"The kind who gets territorial and borderline obsessed with the thought of impregnating their woman."
Your statement caused Spencer to laugh, crinkling eyes and head thrown back in a way that made your heart fall a little deeper for the man. You closed your eyes and sighed when his hand rose to cup your cheek.
"Can't help it, sweetheart. Any guy would be driven wild to have you as the mother of their child. I'm the luckiest guy in the world."
Spencer's proclamation was sealed with a kiss to your lips. It started out innocent enough before escalating in desperation with every minute that ticked by. Spencer swallowed all of your whimpers even when his hand started to meander downward, all the way past your abdomen, and right under your navel where your arousal was beginning to awaken once again.
At the first swipe of thumb on your clit, you gasped against his lips.
"Spence, what are you—"
"Sshh, we're far from finished, sweetheart. Didn't think I'd be done with you so quickly, did you?" Spencer smirked. "I'm gonna keep fucking you through the night, however long it takes, and fill you with loads after loads of my cum to make sure you are pregnant once this is all over. Now, you just lie back, angel. 'M gonna make you feel so fucking good."
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Where I never dared to stand
» Pairing: purely Spencer Reid x fem!Reader [NO JEID whatsoever]
» Wordcount: 4k
» Warnings: JJ's POV (3rd person), based on Where I Stood by Missy Higgins, we're staying within the realms of canon with this one - this focuses on JJ's feelings and my own interpretations regarding those, spoilers mentioned for s12!Spencer and 13×01 300, heavy spoilers for 14×15 Truth or Dare, kind of for 15×02 Awakenings too (i used a part of the conversation between JJ and Reid about what happend in 14×15), reader is Garcia's college roommate & friend, no time line mentioned but first meeting of Spencer and Reader is said to happen somewhere after JJ married Will to mid s10 (so somewhere from s8×01 to about s10×12, reader and Spencer are together when s10×13 happens), no mentions of Maeve only a vague mention that the last years have been rough for Spencer),
» A/N: multiple mentions about reader being a woman / female, use of she/her pronouns, no body description, no mentions of readers clothes --- pls take a look here for more info about my reader descriptions in general
» IMPORTANT!!!: i just want to say that i hated the way the writers where forcing the climax of 14×15 through out the whole s14 both on the characters and us, and i hated just about everything about the whole thing in general tbh, (after making Will such a big part of JJ's life JEID was over and done with, i never liked them as a ship in general; just wait until i'll unleash my hate for JJ in the future (hate only regarding the way she is treating Spencer, otherwise i like her for the most part)).... the only reason this fic happened in the way it is, is because i lost track of my initial plan when i got inspiration from the song, but then i kind of got carried away while writing; i tried to capture and bring out JJ's inner conflicts, the guilt she feels about all of it etc
Jennifer Jareau liked you from the moment she saw you, no doubt about it. There was something about you, that uplifted the whole room you were in; it was hard to not be in a good mood when you were around.
Penelope had brought you along for a girl's night one evening. You had been her dorm room-mate in college and fate brought you back into each other's lives, when it just so happened that you moved into the same building she was living in. From then on, you joined them for girl's night on most occasions and it was just a matter of time until Penelope invited you to a party where not only the girls would be attending, but also the rest of the BAU team. It so happened to be Penelope's birthday party.
Everyone could see the sparks fly when Spencer and you met each other then. One look at the both of you was enough to see it; that this was a once in a life time, soulmate kind of thing. The kind of love you could only find in movies or books, the stuff all the cheesy romance movies JJ liked to watch were made of.
Something had stirred in her heart when she saw the two of you interact at Penelope's birthday party; a small ache, something she couldn't quite place at the time. So without further thinking about it, she brushed it away, forgetting all about it in the following days. That is, until the next time she saw the two of you. Together.
It was at one of Rossi's dinner parties not too long after Spencer and you met. Everyone was already accounted for in Rossi's backyard, except for Spencer. The doorbell rang and Rossi went to open the door; when he got back a big smile was plastered on his face and he was wiggling his brows suggestively. After him, Spencer walked in. With you. Holding hands.
Then and there the ache found it's way back into her heart, a little more persistent then the last time. This time she knew in an instant what it had been.
Jealousy. She couldn't stand your hands on him.
At the realization she had felt dizzy. Had it been any later in the evening she probably could have blamed the dizziness on the wine. But the glass she held in her hand was her first and she had barely nipped on it. No, it was because she was jealous, and the guilt she felt at the same time collided with it and mixed into an even bigger ugly thing that almost swept her off her feet.
Here she was, standing next to her husband and the father of her child, feeling jealous over another woman holding hands with her friend; a friend who she knew once had a thing for her, a friend who she may have had a thing for herself at one point but never even had went on a date with - actively avoided it even, if you thought about it. A friend, who she shouldn't have any feelings for that would call for her to be jealous when he got romantically involved with someone else.
A friend, she instead should be nothing less than happy for, after all the shit he had to go through in his life. She should be happy, that he finally had something good in his life, something that made him smile, something that made him happy. All she wanted was for him to be happy.
Will had commented that Spencer and you looked good together, that you made a cute couple. No matter who much that jealous part of her hated it, she had to agree.
That night at Rossi's she drank a couple more glasses of wine to flush out her confusing emotions than she maybe should have. When someone said something, she successfully played it off as being able to let go for an evening since her mother was watching Henry for the whole weekend. Luckily Will was okay with it, and even was pampering her the next day when she had a bad case of hangover.
After a short time, when JJ had sorted out her feelings, she really was happy for Spencer. So incredibly happy for him; that he had found his person. His safe haven. His forever.
And everyone could see it. That the two of you were perfect for each other.
She didn't think she had seen him this happy since... Ever, actually. Life had never been exactly easy on Spencer, but the last years had been especially rough for him. You were his rock when Gideon died, were there for him when his mom got worse and additionally stayed with her when he had to leave for a case after he took her in – oh, how much Diana loved you. You were the only person except for Spencer who she would let come close when she had an episode and was chasing the nurses away he hired. After he had been arrested in Mexico you as good as moved into his place to help (the nurse with) Diana. Whenever JJ came to visit her with the boys, she was amazed by the way you cared for Diana, so patient and understanding and affectionate, and how she would let you take care of her.
When Spencer had to go on mandatory leave after prison and the whole shit-show with Cat, JJ watched as you broke down the walls he had build around his heart in those three months he was locked away. She watched as you crumbled them down until you reached him again and then you gave him a new ground to build on, a ground back in safety and trust and love.
You broke his walls down, like JJ would never have been able to. Sometimes she wasn't sure if she could stand the fact, she just knew she should.
Back then, all those years ago when Spencer had sat down next to her on the jet with the Red Skin's tickets in his hand and asked her to go, she was scared. She knew that now, had realized it when Spencer and Penelope had been abducted by Meadows and the Messiah, when Emily spoke with her in the restroom and JJ was going crazy with worry about her best friends. Before, it had never really clicked for her, that maybe that was why she had invited Penelope to come with them to the game. Because a little voice in the back of her head had been whispering to her telling her to run, to turn away from him. She was scared of what could be, of what others might say and think.
Scared of hurting Spencer.
Deep down, she knew even back then, that she wasn't right for him.
And then, a year later, she met Will and the more serious their relationship got, the more any feelings for Spencer became platonic in nature. And it was good the way it was: working with each other, being friends. Maybe even something like best friends. It was enough.
She was happy with Will. She loved Will. She couldn't imagine life without him. The what if's and could have been's about Spencer hadn't been on JJ's mind in a very, very long time. Never really gone if she had to be honest, but not at the forefront of her thoughts all the same.
And since being honest was the keyword for today, here in this jewellery store forced with a gun pointing at her and Spencer and the other hostage, a rapid back and forth that could spiral more out of control with every passing second, the Truth she had to admit today, could change everything she had in her life.
"Truth." JJ swallowed after she said it and bit on the insides of her cheeks. Stand strong, show no fear; that was what she repeated in her head again and again, trying to fight of the raging panic that kept rising up in her chest ever since the guy had fired a warning shot in Spencer's direction just a moment ago.
"I want you to say something, you're afraid to say", the Unsub spat through gritted teeth. Saliva was pooling at the corners of his lips and the hand he was holding the gun in was shaking uncontrollably, “That you'd never tell anybody. And you better make it good!” He didn't take a step closer, he only shifted his weight from one foot to the other, but with the way he accentuated every word he was screaming with a movement of his hand, she felt like he was coming closer. Like he was placing the barrel of the gun closer to her body with every twitch, until he'd be able to press it right onto her sternum. “'Cause if it's not, it's gonna be the last thing you ever say!”
Her nostrils flared as she took a slow breath in, trying to calm her nerves enough to find an answer and to give him the answer without a waver in her voice.
“What's it gonna be?” This time when he shifted his weight, he did take a small step closer to her.
By the way her nose was aching and her eyes were burning she knew it would only be a matter of moments until the tears would fall. She blinked to keep the tears away a bit longer and avoiding eye contact with the Unsub, only looking at him for a second. When she answered, she cursed herself for how shaky her voice was. “There are only four people it trust in this world.”
“Boring”, he commented in a weird sing-sang before he pointed the weapon down and shot the Judge in the leg. The gun was immediately pointed back at JJ. “Next!”
The gunshot had drowned out the whimper she hadn't been able to hold back. And when the deadly attention was back on her, she immediately went back in to position - stand strong, show no fear. The second part almost wasn't manageable any more for her. “Uhm”, she let out, again racking her brain for an answer, something the would finally accept. What could she say? What was she willing to say?
“My, uhm.” The pained whimpers of the woman in front of her as she slowly slid down the cabinet distracted her, she wasn't sure if she was welcoming the distraction or not. JJ felt bad for even remotely feeling thankful that the woman was in pain. “My baby, I lost, I um-”, she looked around, first meeting the Unsubs gaze, then at a random point at the wall and back to him. The emotions bubbling up in her almost choked her and she had to clear her throat. She didn't want to tell him this, but she had to. “- wanted to name her Maggie.”
“BULL!”, he screamed and JJ jumped. “Come on, you can do better than that!” Again, waving the gun, closer and closer.
Spencer tried to get his attention and pull it away from her, calling out the Unsub's name. “Casey...!”
Now the gun was pointed at Spencers head. “SHUT UP!” And again with the uncontrolled waving and twitching. JJ felt like she couldn't breathe.
She jumped again when Casey suddenly was right in front of her, forcefully grabbing into the hair at the back of her head, pushing her down to her knees with the tight grip and possibly even pulling some strands out. “Okay, okay..”, she mumbled, whimpered. What could she say?
“Last chance! Something you'd never say aloud. Not even to your partner here.” For a moment he waved his gun at Spencer again. “Your deepest, darkest secret. Impress me, or I'll kill him.”
It was the first thing that came to her mind when the Unsub demanded this, and threatened Spencer's life. It was the only thing that fought its way through the panic. The panic that had clouded her mind for anything else but the need for survival. Hers. Spencers.
She couldn't hold back her tears any more. In a desperate attempt to catch Spencer's gaze, she darted her eyes to his direction. At the same time the guilt that was already coming over her and trying to pull her down, before she even said one word and it made her look away from him.
“COME ON!”
So she said it. Hoping, it would be enough to save their lives. Hoping, her fear of losing her best friend would stay just that. A fear. Hoping, that they would walk out of here alive and that nothing would change between them. That even after saying what she was about to say, they could go on like before, that they would be okay. Selfish as it was, JJ couldn't lose him. She just didn't know who she was without Spencer in her life. Her best friend, her confidant. Her fi-... She knew she should know it, that it made no sense to feel like this. But she couldn't help needing him.
With a shy look on her face, she turned to her friend, took a deep breath.
"Spence, uhm,” she started, shooting him a pained smile to ease his nerves and her own. And he looked at her, waiting for her to continue, with a sad but still vary and concentrated shimmer in his eyes. He was sitting weidly stiff and there was ovment in his shoulders but she wasn't able to focus on anything else than his face.
Or not, because JJ had to look away. She didn't think she could say this while directly looking at him. This was just too...
“I've always loved you", she admits, helplessly shrugging her shoulder as she said it. You meant more to me than anyone I loved before you, before Will.
It took Spencer a moment to understand, what she is saying. How she meant those three words, that they had said a lot of times to each other over the years, in a platonic way.
His eyes slightly widened when the words sink in. The true meaning behind them.
“And I wasjusttooscaredtosay it before.” Her words came out in a blur, almost undistinguishable. She exhaled and looked away, shook the hair out of her face with a quick motion of her head. And as she tried to bite back her tears,she scoffed. “And now, things are just”, the sob leaving her throat almost sounded like a laugh, “far too complicated to say it now.” I am married and have kids, my kids are your godsons. You have a girlfriend, the love of your life waiting for you at home. These are the things she didn't say, didn't need to say. Didn't want to say in front of everyone else in the room.
Maybe she did laugh. The situation was so absurd, so surreal. It almost didn't feel real if there wouldn't be this gun pointed at her.
With tears running down her face she forced herself to look at Spencer. “I'm sorry”, she breathed out. “But you should know.” In case I die here. In case you die here. I had to let you know.
He didn't give away what he was thinking or feeling, had closed off the expressions on his face after the initial shock. The whisper of a sad smile stretched his lips as an acknowledgement when she stopped talking.
The giggle the Unsub let out, made the bile rise into JJ's throat.
“Hot damn”, he laughed, switching between looking at her and Spencer. “That's what I'm talking about.”
Neither of them looked up at the man standing over them, caught in a silent conversation. Did I just destroy everything? - Don't worry. At least that was what she hoped he was saying with his eyes.
“Now those are some last words right there.” Could this guy please, please, please just stop waving the god damn gun around!?
For the fracture of a second, everything fell from JJ's shoulders. The guilt, the sorrow, the fear. She did it, her confessions had been enough. Worthy of saving them. Just when the muscles in her body relaxed, the gun was pointed back right in to her face, mere inches away. “But not good enough to safe your life!” Spit landed on her face.
JJ readied herself, even with the immense fear shooting through her whole body so harsh her body felt numb. The hole of the barrel drew her eyes to it, hypnotized her. For some reason, she started a countdown in her head.
Three, two – BANG!
Casey's legs gave out and he grunted as his weapon fell out of his hand and he helds his stomach. Then, he collapsed, his dead-weight body falling into the space between her and Spencer. Her brain had problems catching up after already checking out, after making some kind of peace with her immediate death.
She looked from the dead body, to Spencer and the gun in his hand, too stunned to ask or think about how he had managed to free his hands and where the gun came from.
They didn't speak a word to each other after their team burst in, there neither had been the time nor a fitting occasion to talk. They didn't speak until some time later in the evening, after the team made it back, just in time to get cleaned up and celebrate David's & Krystall's marriage.
When they finally shared some words when they both headed to the bar to get something to drink, they didn't talk long.
JJ was nervous. A whole lot of new what if's regarding Spencer were now on her mind. What if he hates me now? What if he wants nothing to do with me any more? What if he leaves me? She hated herself for being so selfish when the last one crossed her mind. She had been prepared to take this secret with her to her grave. But she had needed to say some thing real, something that would not only get the Unsubs attention, but also Spencers. Only then could she have made sure to get a chance at getting them out of there. She was sorry for spilling her secret, for doing this to him and burdening him with it. But now it was out an she couldn't take it back.
“So I, uh, I didn't get a chance to... say it back there, but...”, she started before saying anything else about her confession, having to start the conversation at least somewhere. “Thank you... for saving my life.” She smiled at him.
“You're welcome.” He nodded his head, a small smile stretching in his lips as well. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” She laughed nervously. “So uh, Luke was right, two guns, huh? Since when have you been wearing an ankle holster?”
“Around the time I got out of prison”, Spencer smirked.
“Right.” JJ nodded, then quickly looked away, internally working herself up to get the next words out, the ones she so desperately wanted to ask him. “Look, uh, I... Are- are we, okay?” That was all she could hope for at this point. It was all she wanted. That they were okay.
He smiled at her reassuringly and nodded. “Of course.” His smile and the soft tone his voice held eased her nerves instantly.
She held back a sigh of relief and smiled. “Good.”
They fell silent as they wait, Spencer for his water and JJ for a glass of wine. She softly drummed the tips of her finger on the wood, before she turned around to find where you were standing. When your name fell from her lips Spencers eyes darted to you, not even having to search the room. Like a magnetic pull, something that just came natural to him, knowing where to find you. “She looks beautiful tonight.”
Spencer silently nods as his eyes roam your body, how the fabric of your outfit hugged itself around you. “Yeah”, he breathes out, almost inaudibly. “She is.”
The glass clinking as the drinks were served caught her attention and she turned to take hers into her hand. With her free hand she touched Spencers arm and squeezed lightly. Their gazes met and they shared a smile before she walked away.
Just when JJ got back to the table the music changed into a soft and slow tune. Will took the glass form her hand and pulled her away to dance with her. Happy, she leaned into him, and enjoyed the moment. Enjoyed being in his arms.
She couldn't help but look as Spencer and you found your way to other side of the dance floor. He pulled you so close to him, not even a sheet of paper would have had space between the both of you. He was smiling down at you as you were slowly swaying to the rhythm of the music together and you were smiling up at him just as bright. Lost in each others eyes. Every so often he would lift your intertwined hands from his chest up to plant a kiss to your knuckles, or he would brush the tip of his nose against yours before he stole a quick kiss from your lips. Not for one second losing the bright smile, that all but screamed that he was drunk on love.
Spencer was JJ's first love, and the first love is something special, something you can't just erase out of your heart as if it never had made it's home in there in the first place. He was a big piece of her heart and would always be. But she had never even dared to try and stand where you were standing now. By his side; as his partner, his equal. His other half. His forever.
Even if she wouldn't have Will and her two beautiful boys - and don't get me wrong, she wouldn't trade her life with her family for the world-, the way the two of you were clinging to each other right now, looking like you were deeply sunken into your own little universe where no one else existed; and so full of bliss and love for each other... There was no way she would destroy this, no way she would break you two apart.
There was nothing in the world that could break Spencer and you apart.
JJ couldn't hear what you were whispering about, she could only guess by the way you looked at each other and giggled occasionally. The longer you danced it seemed like you were melting into each other, merging your bodies and souls together to form one.
Emily's speech from earlier ringed in her ears then. Penelope says, that this was fate. That [their marriage] was in the stars. [They] are twin flames. Two souls, that are always meant to be together. […] The thing about twin flames is, that nothing can keep them apart.
It was similar to something she had heard Spencer himself say once: "There's an old Buddhist saying, that, when you meet your soulmate, […] the act to bring you together was 500 years in the making." She thought both descriptions were fitting for what you and Spencer had.
As she let her eyes linger on your swaying forms, she suddenly felt like she was intruding something personal and intimate, so she averted her gaze and turned her head away. She rested her cheek against her husbands chest as she faced the other way and closed her eyes. JJ hugged Will closer and as his own hold on her tightened he rested his chin on the crown of her head.
It wasn't fair that she loved Spencer. Because she loved Will and her two boys too. Her family had made her who she was. But so had Spencer.
It wasn't fair to anyone involved.
She had never meant to hurt him, never. She just wanted him to be happy. And you made him happy.
No matter who much she loves Spencer now, had loved him before and would continue to love him, she could never love him as much as you did; the woman who stood where JJ never even had dared to stand.,
#spencer reid#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x fem!reader#spencer x reader#spencer reid fanfiction#criminal minds#criminal minds fanfiction#ghosts can write#💜 s.r.#--- mismatched🧦
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ive stumbled across ur account recently and i love ur writing sm tbh. if ur taking requests still do you think you could do some Sub Spencer x Dom Reader smut please? the reader being a sweet top but still kind of rough? and if you could add praising from the both of them please. if u do this tysmm ur writing is amazing 🫶
UM... ABSOLUTELY,,,IM SORRY IVE BEEN TAKING SO LONG
Warnings: Teasing, Eating out, Swearing
Spencer Reid X Soft Dom!Male Reader Smut
You and Spencer were in your hotel room after a large case...you were both exhausted and yet...here you were, jerking off your boyfriend as he silently sobbed and begged for more....you wanted to make him feel good, but teasing him was just so much fun.
You rubbed his thigh, dragging out a soft whine out of him, god it was hot...but eventually, you gave into his pleas and you thumbed his slit as you jerked him off faster, you could tell he was enjoying it from the way his entire body was trembling...but not long later, Spencer had enough and looked up at you.."fuck me...please..I want you so fucking bad" Spencer begged, you chuckled and caressed his cheek, shaking your head "Not yet handsome...not yet" you mumbled as you continued jerking him off.
You watched as tears streamed down his face...it wasn't because he was upset.. he was just so needy and desperate, but he knew better than to try and change your mind, he whined and moaned as you jerked him off but not long later, you finally turned him over and carefully pulled his ass into the air, you removed your pants and took out your cock, watching it spring up, Spencer of course..wasn't used to you being so silent, but he didn't mind too much, you watched as Spencer grabbed a pillow and placed it between his legs, adding a bit of friction against his cock, causing you to smile.
You and Spencer had...been intimate multiple times yet Spencer continued to be nervous every time...it was cute, you leaned down and spread him open before latching your mouth onto him and sliding your tongue into him, Spencer's thighs shook at this action as he moaned "fuck...! That..holy- oh..f-feels so good.." Spencer moaned out as you thrust your tongue in and out of him, eventually you believed that he was ready for you and you slowly pulled your tongue out of him and gently thrusted into him, causing Spencer to let out a gasp "o-oh fuck!..mmph~ you-you make me f-feel so good" Spencer moans out, the sudden praise caused you to blush and you begin to fuck him at a rough pace "god...Spence~ you're so fucking tight.." You say as you practically pound into him, the way he's moaning is already telling you how close he is..
You give him a soft smile as you whisper in his ear while ramming your cock into him "you've been such a...fuck!~ hn..good boy..you can cum sweetheart..be a good boy and cum for me~ okay?.." you watch as he nods, his hips thrusting back into you as his entire body quivers with desperation, he then slides his hand down and begins to jerk himself off and eventually, he cums all over his hand as he squirms, you can feel yourself getting close and your thrusts get sloppy and slower, after a minute or two, your thrusts stop as you cum into Spencer, causing him to let out a shaky moan, you stay there for a little before pulling out and pulling Spencer close to your chest "hey...I hope I wasn't too rough-" you mumble, but Spencer shakes his head and smiles "not at all..you did amazing" he says softly before falling asleep, you chuckle and get a damp washcloth from the bathroom and clean Spencer up before crawling into bed with him and falling asleep.
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EXILE
pairing: spencer reid x reader
summary; based off this ask right here - in which, spencers watching you move on without him
warnings: language, jealousy ig? super short and bad writing tbh…
notes: i had no clue how to end this im so sorry this is horrible 😭😭
Spencer felt his heart stop as he walked into the small bookstore. It shouldn’t have sent a chill up his spine the way it did. He should’ve expected to see you here one day, you showed him the spot after all. But seeing you here with him, made Spencer feel sick.
His arms were wrapped around you, his chin resting on your shoulder as you held a book in your hands, your finger pointing across the lines on the back of the book. Spencer watched as his mouth moved, a laugh escaping your lips and a smile growing on his.
It had been 3 months since you two broke up, and Spencer hadn’t moved on. Part of him felt hurt that you moved on quicker than he could. But, flashbacks to that night remind him why you did.
Just like a slideshow, he memorized every frame of that night. Neither of you liked raising your voices but but with every word the noise got louder. It was the kind of scene Spencer only saw in movies. Never had he seen an argument like that before then. You wouldn’t be his homeland by the morning. Everyday after that felt longer than the last.
He was out saving people everyday, but he couldn’t save the one relationship that meant most to him? You were his home, the one thing that he always looked forward to when landing back in Virginia. Now, all that was left were memories of you everywhere he looked.
You saw Spencer staring at the bookstore. The bell chimed and you looked up quick enough to see a glimpse of his face, before looking back at the books on the shelves. You could feel his eyes burning into the side of your head, the whole time he stood there. The longer you felt his gaze, the angrier you started to feel.
He was the one to cause the breakup. So why was he looking at you the way he was? He had the chance to fix things time and time again, so why didn’t he try harder? You wanted to try everything to fix the relationship, to hold onto it. Spencer was one of the best people you knew. So why wouldn’t he love you the way you deserved?
You watched over and over as the people around you went in and out of relationships. Even after thinking they’d found ‘the one’ but you had never thought it could happen to you and Spencer. He was your crown, you showed off your boyfriend proudly to anyone who would listen.
In the last remaining two weeks of your relationship, fights got more tense, even when he was free off work he never seemed to be present. So much had changed so quickly. You’d seen the long, painful cycle of arguing and arguing for months on end grown to resentment. Even if you would be upset with Spencer, it was better than growing to hate him.
So you left.
He was upset over something you can’t even remember now. Your relationship had been holding on by a few threads the last few weeks and you both knew that. But it still came as a shock to him when you pulled the plug on things. No matter how many tears you both cried that night, it wouldn’t be enough to make you stay.
You wouldn’t listen to Spencer, you wouldn’t listen to his pleads. He blindly couldn’t see the signs. He couldn’t see you both pulling away, he couldn’t see the strain his behavior put on both of you. You were quickly snapped back to reality as you felt his eyes burning into the side of your head.
As you and Spencer finally made eye contact, he swiftly turned around and left. Your boyfriend grasped your hand before asking if you wanted to stop by the bakery across the street when you both were done, the thought of Spencer long gone from your mind.
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Movie Night
Spencer Agnew x Reader
Request: what request are you the most excited to write? also what would spencer be like during a movie night? I’m just curious
A/N a couple of things before we get to this imagine! One, I’m not sure if you wanted this as an imagine but I thought this would be cute as one, so I’m writing it. Secondly, I’ve been really excited to write all of these tbh. I feel like the ones I have been really excited about though are the ones being inspired by certain songs. I have gotten a few requests for song based ones and it’s just been exciting because it’s been music I love and even some I have never heard of before. So, it’s been a challenge trying to think of my own way to interpret it to Spencer and an imagine! Last thing, this is pretty short but i hope it’s still good.
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You and Spencer have known each other since you were in middle school. You were childhood best friends, which eventually turned into high school sweethearts. You moved with Spencer to California, which led to you getting a job with mythical and him working for Smosh. It was like the best of both worlds. The two of you don’t get a lot of time together compared to what you used to get. So, the two of you do movie nights every Wednesday night. You cook some type of food and get a bunch of snacks and sweets. You pile it all together on the living room table. While you’re doing this, Spencer makes a pillow fort on the couch and gets everything set up. Sometimes he will come into the kitchen to attempt to annoy you but he just gets roped into helping you fix something.
Tonight was movie night and the two of you decided on the classic, Napoleon Dynamite, for tonight.
“Spencahhhh” You shout in a fake Italian accent from the kitchen, “Can you come here for a second, my love?”
“If you’re just gonna pull me in here to make me help you make some sticky dessert again, I will actually cry.” Spencer says walking into the kitchen and laughing. “Listen, you remember what happened last time. I had to shower before we got to even start the movie.”
“Oh, whine about it why don’t you.” You say sarcastically, shooting Spencer a glare. “It wasn’t my fault anyways. I was literally just icing cupcakes and you thought it would be funny to smear icing on my face. So, I simply got you back. It was your fault. I just got lonely and didn’t want to be in here alone.”
“Y/N, I was literally like a few steps from you.” Spencer says laughing really loudly. “But hi, I’m sorry I left you all alone. I will stay in here. I’m finished up in there anyways.”
“I’m just putting these cookies on this sheet. Once the pizza is out, I’m going to stick them in there.” You explained, nodding your head towards the oven. “We can just start the movie and eat the pizza til the cookies are done then I’ll grab them.”
The two of you seriously like to go all out with unhealthy foods this night since you try to eat decently healthy every other day of the week. As you finished putting the last of the cookie dough on the sheet, the oven went off and Spencer stood up to grab it for you.
“Please remember to grab the oven mitt this time. We really don’t need a rerun of you burning the shit out of your hand then having to cancel movie night.” You quickly said with a smile on your face.
“Good lord, you’re never going to let that down, are you?” Spencer muttered while sliding on an oven mitt to grab the two small pizzas. “Are you sure you’re always up to doing all of this cooking and baking? I feel like today is really the only free day we get together. We could just always order food from somewheres and go pick up snacks and desserts from the store.” He rambles while walking over to the table to place the pizzas on it.
You shrug your shoulders, keeping your back to Spencer while you walk over to the oven and pop the cookies in. “I always just feel better knowing that everything is home made. I ate fast food so much as a young adult in college.” You turned around to face him. “I made a promise to myself that whenever I got out of college, no matter what, I would make the time to cook something to eat for myself; even if it is something small. Plus, I always like incorporating things you like or haven’t tried yet in the mix. I always like surprising you. You always praise it, so it gives me that drive to want to do it more.”
Spencer just stared at you with a love struck look on his face then walked up to you and yanked you into a hug. “I wasn’t complaining about it and I hope you know that. I mean god, I’m beyond thankful for a partner that loves to cook like this. If we’re being honest? I would probably live off of fast food all throughout the week if it wasn’t for you.” He whispered into your hair then kissed the top of your head.
You just laughed really loudly into his chest, “I’m going to be honest with you, that’s another one of the reasons I do it. Fast food makes anyone feel icky and weak. I like knowing that you can get a good meal and actually feel good throughout the day. I guess it’s like my love language.”
Spencer pulled back from the hug and placed his hands on both sides of your face for a minute just looking at you. “I love you so much and I hope you never forget that.” He gave you a quick peck then nodded towards the kitchen table. “I’ll grab the plates if you cut the pizzas?”
You nodded then grab his face really quickly before he could walk away to give him another kiss. “I love you too goofy ass.”
You walked over to the cabinet and grabbed a pizza cutter while Spencer grabbed two plates and walked over to place them on the table while you were cutting the pizzas.
“Oh wait,” You said just remembering. “You’re gonna love me even more. I went and bought more Mountain Dew Kickstarts because I realized you were almost out. I also bought two single ones, one of you and one for me, tonight.” You say with a soft smile on your face.
Spencer aggressively kissed you on the cheek then walked over to the fridge to grab the drinks. “You ready to watch the absolute masterpiece that is Napoleon Dynamite?”
“Spencer, this is like the seventh time we have watched this movie this year and it is May. You would think at this point, I would be tired of it. I’m so excited to watch it.”
Spencer chuckled at you and shook his head, “You’re a dork. I’m taking these drinks into the living room now. Do you need help carrying anything?” He asked turning to look at you.
“Nope, I got it all here bub. Just grab my phone because I set on a timer on it for the cookies.”
You carried the two plates into the living room and could’ve just cried walking in there. Spencer always goes all out with the pillow forts. It looked so big and so comfortable. He always had laid out so many different candies and popcorn in two huge bowls on the living room table. You placed the two plates of pizza on the table and realized he had also went and bought you new flowers to put in your vase, to replace the ones that were starting to wilt.
Spencer looks at you with the most serious look on his face then in Napoleon’s voice says, “Gosh, can we start the movie already?”
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୨୧ — s.r x singer!r; headcanons (1)
pairing: post prison!spencer x singer!reader
feeding into my daydreams..
also, this was prompted by scrolling through radiant-reid's spencer x famous!reader posts which i love because they simply fuel my daydreams even more :)) enjoy !
probably met on a case or something of that sort. he also studied in la at one point so they possibly could have met through a mutual friend but tbh her being a target is most likely!
penelope is obviously a very big fan. like out of all the people on the team, she's probably the one who listens to y/n's music the most, maybe even went to one of her concerts
oh my god just think about the sweet little love songs. :'(( ugh imagine spence getting all flustered when it gets released and the whole team is just playing the song 24/7 to tease him
most likely didn't have any social media beforehand. but after dating y/n he decided to get instagram or maybe twitter just to see her posts and literally only post her on his feed because she's just so pretty and cute to post
oh my.. imagine the fans the first time y/n ever posts a photo of spencer in a photo dump !! and his reaction to all the comments and tweets, he's just so confused why people want him to hit them with a truck he's like ??? "that would be fatal, why would they thank me for that?"
also yes this is post prison reid because he was just 10x hotter than he already was once he was released. argue with the wall.
guys !! award shows with spencer !! that would be everything !!
he would be so supportive of every win too :(( even if you were only nominated or just there to perform he would still be so so proud as if you did win something
he's for sure for sure the first person to hear every song. unless it's about him. those one's are usually a surprise.
ugh imagine putting a soundbite of him somewhere in a song. maybe at the end or beginning and it's just a small bit of a voicemail or video that you two filmed together just having fun. or possibly something spicy but... shhhhhhhhh
comes to every fitting, every rehearsal. hell, maybe even on tour as well if he gets time off from the bau. especially since he would already be used to the whole 'flying around every other day' thing from cases.
whenever they have a case in california he always always makes sure to stay behind a few days to hang out with you especially because him being in dc and always travelling for work would mean long distance
and if you're not on tour you decide to stay in dc for a while or even move there (while still having property in california) so that you get to be with him anytime he's home
having a concert in dc !! ofc he invites everyone (as if garcia wasn't already planning on going anyway lmaoo) so they could all see and probably meet you
if this is pre prison!reid, and hotch was still unit chief, he would for sure give spence a whole lecture about how careful he has to be with dating somebody with such a high profile profession, because he knows how high risk celebrities are to stalkers and home invasions
the whole team is very very supportive of them though, even if it's long distance because they find a way to make it work.
also best believe she gets spence an actual iPhone as a gift so that they can facetime when either one of them is away
him playing the piano in one of your songs awhhhh :( and he has writing or producing credits on it
you already know that whoever is driving puts on y/n's music just to tease him. ESPECIALLY IF IT'S A SPICY SONG ehehehe
ugh but if it's a really sad song for example "decode" by sabrina carpenter (which is absolutely heartbreaking lyrically but i highly recommend u listen to it) he gets all sad because he knows exactly what it's about and remembers when you first wrote it
ok i have to stop myself before i go absolutely ham on headcanons. i have so many thoughts about this trope.
hope u enjoyed !
part two | part three
#swtnrcmnt ۵#spencer reid#spencer reid headcanon#spencer reid x fem!reader#spencer reid x singer!reader#spencer reid x famous!reader#i am so in love with this man#i need him
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I read THROAM for the first time in ~5 years. Here's what I have to say.
Volume I: There was so many characters I forgot about when going into the fic. Pete, Jac, Spencers family. I cant believe I forgot them. Pete will always be a fave because everyone hates him and it makes me laugh. The first volume was always my 2nd favorite, I think it still is. overall, the storyline isn't complicated and I like that. Ryan is such an asshole so I dont feel bad for him one bit in any of the fic. Also, I used to say that the bus crash was Brendons fault (I was 13, okay?) But Ryan was just an unstable motherfucker who truly should not be trusted to drive a vehicle of any kind.
Volume II: holy shit. I hate volume two. Not saying the writing is bad but Jesus Christ, Ryan is an asshole. bro literally stalked Brendon after he ran into him at that party like what? I had messaged a friend after finishing volume 2, saying "I'm a really nice person I never wanna make people feel sad, let alone make a whole fictional story about someone being severely depressed and unstable whilst chasing a boy then fucking his bf at the end???" and I think that perfectly sums up how I feel (and always felt) about volume two. other than the fact that I used to say that it was Brendons fault. (I was 13. THIRTEEN) it wasn't his fault. Some parts were, yeah, but it's hard to pinpoint everything that happened on one person. at the end of the day, its a good story I just Hate it (does that make sense) I love it but I hate it? it remains my least favorite purely for the pain it put me through.
Volume III: I love this volume. I always have. Sisky is amazing, we all love Sisky. I will say the iconic song/album references/jokes made me cringe a bit, though. Im not exactly sure what about this fic I always liked so much, I guess you can really see Ryans character growth and finally not be as much as a miserable fuck (he's still unstable dw) Since Ryan is less insufferable, it makes the volume more enjoyable. I like that Spencer and Ryan became friends again, I think it makes the book more enjoyable and tbh I think Spencer rly tied vol 3 together, if he wasn't part of it it would lowk suck. overall, best volume cant wait to host the throam tour where we go to hotel Chelsea then machias.
final thoughts: if I thought throam was 100% good when I was 13, Id say now that I think throam is about 85% good now. (does that make sense pt 2) this fic has sent me back into being 13 and I have been blasting some pretty. odd. (im listening to it rn as im typing this) and listening to this album just makes my life feel more simple. still a solid fic, I think it would be an amazing published book. and I think we can all agree that it would be amazing to see THROAM movies (in our dreams)
Thanks for reading lol
#brendon urie#ryden#the heart rate of a mouse#throam#ryan ross#panic! at the disco#p!atd#patd#pretty. odd.#spencer smith#jon walker
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I'M LOST- send me a character, an au and a scenario to write a dialogue for (for example: spencer reid having to question his old crush, rockstar!reader)
rahhhh i am brainrotting about twilight again, hi bestie
So, popstar!reader who’s obviously internationally famous and a global sensation. But also, she’s in a sort of relationship with Carlisle. And I’m thinking like... them trending across the internet and whatnot after being caught on those fancy dinner dates.
so reputation tbh
"It's not a big deal," you hummed into the phone, still clad in Carlisle's shirt from the night before, taking the tray of room service from a wide-eyed waiter, clearly not briefed on who he was going to see in the room let alone prepared to see you in this state. You mouthed a thank you and slipped him a tip before spinning around and using your foot to close the door. "It's not like we were trying all that hard to be discrete," your publicist was on the other end, clearly not nearly as calm as you were knowing you and Carlisle kissing in some foreign restaurant was plastered all over the internet, you could already imagine the tags.
She wasn't, she went into a whole ordeal about how you needed to be more careful, take more security, choose more secluded spots and you made sure to offer an encouraging murmur while you clicked about your laptop, putting the phone on speaker to be able to look at the posts and eat your waffles at the same time. Carlisle was in the other room, he'd been saying he was going to shower for about an hour, but family calls and hospital emails kept getting in the way.
The posts weren't all that bad, quite cute actually, you made a mental note to take a screenshot of one of the pictures for your own stash of pics, actually feeling a little giddy seeing Carlisle open the door for you, cover the doorframe with his hand while you get out and reaching in to take your hand, the one with him kissing your cheek and holding your clutch after dinner was extremely swoon-worthy.
"Are we trending?" Carlisle expected as much, a few flashes and whispers at the restaurant made him realize your private, intimate table and secluded area in town wasn't going to stay between the two of you. Carlisle was very accepting of what came with being your boyfriend, he didn't mind the very many paparazzi that would always find you or the excited fans tagging him in pictures or edits or theories- it also didn't hinder him from continuing to be just as lovely and romantic as he was in private.
"Of course, you've got the whole world swooning," you noted between bites of waffle and ice cream, a breakfast your doctor boyfriend would definitely question. He breathed a little hum, a soft kiss placed to the back of your head as you leaned back against him. When hearing Carlisle's voice, your publicist immediately started talking to him as well, your giggle not hindering her at all as Carlisle spun your chair around and slipped a hand around your waist to pick you up, kisses planted wherever he had the chance as you stole another glance at the pictures.
"And you, my love, do I have you swooning yet?" he teased and he did, definitely did, he didn't need to do much to do so and you nodded, eager to let him know. He was pleased with that, still he held on ever tightly as he carried you with him to take that shower.
#absolutely obsessed with this concept omg#like if you have any ideas for full blurbs please don't hesitate to send them to me#popstar!reader#carlisle cullen#twilight dialogues#carlisle cullen x reader#monique's dialogue days#dear alice dialogue event
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I just want you to know who I am
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Characters: Spencer Reid, The BAU
Anonymous said: Spencer cracks the identity of a "serial tickler" and has to come to terms with his own hidden love of tickling.
A/N: This was fun! It was fun writing about a case like this again but from Spencer’s POV this time. I hope you like it!
Warnings: An UnSub who breaks into people’s homes and ties them up to non-consensually tickle them, but this one’s super ungraphic and mostly just fluff tbh.
Words: 7.4k
(Read it on ao3)
Spencer was squinting at the board, which was poorly illuminated now due to the descending sun. He probably should have turned on a light, but he’d been standing there for the past twenty minutes and refused to move. If he moved he might lose it, the little hint of something at the back of his mind. The board contained pictures of bodies, only this time they were all alive, tied up but alive. That was unusual, to have every single victim to interview. They weren’t even really hurt, only a little traumatized, but they all knew that talking to traumatized victims was almost harder than talking to mere witnesses who’d simply seen something out of the ordinary. Hell, even talking to family members was easier than to scratch open wounds that had barely had time to start healing.
He rubbed at his temple and sighed. This was hopeless.
“I can’t seem to find a connection between them at all,” he said when Gideon entered. “They’re all of different ages. Different socioeconomic backgrounds. Different skin colors, different body types, different types of people entirely. The only thing they seem to have in common is the fact that they live here in Quantico.”
“Take a break,” Gideon told him. “Let’s recoup in fifteen, okay?”
Spencer deflated. “Fine.”
“That’s not a punishment, Reid,” he replied with a laugh. “Have some coffee. Hotch and Morgan will be back soon.”
“Okay.”
Gideon tilted his head. “After you.”
“You’re no fun, you know that?”
“And you must be entirely engrossed if you’re saying no to coffee.”
“I feel like I have something,” he said, exiting the room with Gideon right behind him. “I just can’t figure out what.”
“And that’s why I told you to take a break.”
“Reid, needing a break?” Morgan said, suddenly appearing. “Well, I’ve seen everything.”
Spencer turned toward him. “You got anything?”
He sighed. “Not really. The victim’s don’t know why they’d been chosen to get tickled. We tried to be tactful in case they have, like, a thing for it or something and met the UnSub through that, but they won’t talk.”
“Probably embarrassed.”
“Well, I can’t really blame them. Imagine having the FBI asking you these types of questions.”
Spencer hummed. “I don’t think they would all lie about it though, seeing as that wouldn’t help us solve it.”
“So you don’t think they met the UnSub on some sort of forum or something?”
Something clicked in Spencer’s head. “Forum. Oh my god, that’s it.”
Morgan frowned. “But you just said they probably wouldn’t lie.”
“Not them.” Spencer was already running toward Garcia’s office. “But someone living on their addresses.”
*
“Reid, victimology.”
“The UnSub has purposefully chosen family members - or in some cases roommates - that live with the person who most likely got in contact with the UnSub through a tickle forum. Garcia’s trying to narrow down which one. Turns out there are a lot of them. As for the people he picked, he avoided minors and elderly people, keeping the age range between 20 and 55 with no other obvious preferences. The reason none of them admitted to being interested in it is because they’re not the ones who browsed the forums, so we need to go back and talk to the other people living there.”
“They’ve not said anything about their connection to it,” Prentiss said.
“They’re probably freaked out and embarrassed. Guilty because they wonder if they’re somehow responsible for it. My guess is the UnSub traced their IP addresses and found out where they live. He probably lives here and picked victims close by so that he could be in and out as quickly as possible. Mr Rodriguez said he’d been tickled for an hour, right?”
Hotch nodded. “And Miss Bardot for twenty minutes.”
“And Mrs Smith for three hours. I think the UnSub knows how long they’ll be home alone and plans his attacks after how much time he has. Mrs Smith was intricately tied up, which could tell us more about the UnSub’s preferences, since he obviously does research, but also that he had more time. Miss Bardot was simply handcuffed to her bed, which is the quickest way to restrain her without making a fuss.”
“So this guy talks to people on a tickle forum and then decides to attack their family members instead?” Morgan shook his head. “It makes no sense. Why not simply meet up with the people he was talking to?”
“He likes the non-consensual nature of this,” Gideon said. “He gets a fix from talking on the forum, and then he gets a different type of fix when he attacks. He’s simply killing two birds with one stone by picking addresses from the forum. It narrows them down. He probably also enjoys the idea that the people he talked to are freaking out about it.”
“So say we find the forum. How are we supposed to figure out who did it?” Morgan asked.
Hotch said, “We need to talk to the family members. See which one of them has visited a site like this, and if anyone in particular stuck out.”
Spencer crossed his arms. “Maybe we need to go undercover in the forum too. Draw him out.”
“That’s not a bad idea. Let’s go talk to the victims and their families first. Morgan and Prentiss go talk to the Smiths first. Reid and I will take Mr Rodriguez.”
*
Mr Rodriguez lived in a calm suburban area in a house that looked clean on the outside, but was overcrowded on the inside. Things and people everywhere, ranging from kids to cousins who seemed to be staying with Mr and Mrs Rodriguez for longer periods of time, whether it meant they actually were living there or simply visiting Spencer wasn’t sure.
“Oh hello,” Gideon said when the door opened to a little girl peeking out. “Is your dad home?”
She blinked up at him with big brown eyes, which went from curious to squinting in an instant as she slammed the door shut in their faces.
“Was that a no?” Spencer said with a laugh when the door opened again.
“I’m so sorry,” Mr Rodriguez said, holding the little girl in his arms. “We told her not to open the doors to strangers and, well-”
“She’s never met us,” Gideon filled in. “She did very good.”
“Except for the fact that she opened the door to begin with,” Mrs Rodriguez said, appearing at Mr Rodriguez’s side. “Let me take her.”
He handed the girl over to her mother and stepped aside. “Please come in.”
The house seemed less crowded this time around, but they found people in each room they passed. Spencer kind of liked it in theory, but knew he’d probably go crazy himself if he couldn’t be left alone. If each moment could potentially bring someone else into the room, needing him, needing company, needing reassurance. Finding just one hour where the father would be entirely alone in the house must’ve been difficult, and yet the UnSub had managed it. Whomever he’d been talking to they probably had been talking for a while.
They settled in the living room, a child instantly climbing into Spencer’s lap. Another girl, identical to the one who had opened the door. Twins, he realized as he semi-awkwardly placed his arms around her as she leaned back against his chest and looked up at him. “Hi.”
She didn’t reply, but smiled so brightly he had to smile back.
“How many children do you have, Mr Rodriguez?” Gideon asked, sitting on the other couch across the room, giving them both opportunities to see different things.
“Biologically we only have five. Elena and Julieta are the youngest. They’re four. Then we have Emiliano, who’s seven, Amelia who’s nine and lastly Felipe who’s eleven.”
Spencer and Gideon exchanged a look. All too young to really be on a forum.
“But we did foster my older brother’s children,” Mr Rodriguez continued. “That’s why there are so many of us,” he added with a laugh. He seemed calmer that day. He wouldn’t fully meet their eyes still, but he wasn’t shaking anymore.
“That’s compassionate of you,” Gideon said, straightening.
He waved a hand. “He would’ve done the same for me. He got deported, you see.”
“I’m sorry.”
“We’re trying to get him back, but…” He trailed off. “Anyway. He has four children, but they’re all a little older. The oldest one, Lucía, is away at college and Samuel’s moved out, although I swear he’s here more than at home. We only have Ari and Camila here.”
“And how old are they?”
“Ari’s 18. He’ll be going off to college next year he said, but he’s taking a gap year. Camila’s eleven, like Felipe.”
They exchanged another look. “Could we possibly talk to Ari?”
Mr Rodriguez frowned. “Ari’s a good boy,” he said.
Gideon held up his hand. “I’m sure he is, Mr Rodriguez.”
“He works to help us out. Never got in trouble. Straight A student. The only reason he took a gap year is because his scholarship didn’t go through.”
“He’s not in trouble, sir, we’d just like to talk to him.”
Ari cracked his door open when they knocked. “Yes?”
“Hi, Ari,” Gideon said, showing his badge. “Agent Gideon and Doctor Reid. You remember us?”
“Sure,” he said, opening the door wider. “You were here after we found my uncle.”
“We have a few questions for you if that’s okay.”
He visibly stiffened. “I was at work when it happened.”
“Oh, we know. We got everyone’s alibis, don’t worry.”
He shifted from foot to foot, glancing behind them at the empty hallway. “Come in.”
Ari sat on his desk chair while Gideon and Spencer took the bed. “This might be an uncomfortable conversation,” Gideon warned him. “But we need you to be honest with us.”
Ari fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. “Okay.”
“You know how your uncle got tickled by his attacker?”
“Yes.”
“Well, we have a theory that he got the address to your house from a specific forum. That he spoke to someone on this address and traced it here to pick a victim.”
Ari’s face fell. “You think?”
“Do you happen to know if someone in this household has visited a tickle forum in the past and possibly talked to someone?”
“They’re all children,” Ari said. “And I don’t think my aunt would. Maybe my uncle?”
“No. He would admit to it in a heartbeat since it would mean his attacker would get caught.” Gideon smiled sympathetically. “That leaves you.”
Ari avarted his eyes. “Me? You think I’ve been on this… t-tickle forum?”
“It’s just a theory, but it’s currently the only one we have.” He leaned forward. “I’m sorry that this is embarrassing. We only really need to know if that’s the case and what site. Maybe if we could borrow your computer too.”
Ari ran a hand over his face. “Oh my god, I can’t believe this is happening.” He looked up at them. “It’s my fault?”
Gideon hummed. “So you have been on a forum.”
“Yes, okay? Yes. I’m just. Curious.”
“You don’t have to explain yourself to us, it’s okay.”
“Oh my god, please don’t tell my uncle. Or anyone.”
“We won’t, don’t worry.”
He stood up suddenly, pacing the room. “I wondered if it was my fault,” he said quietly. “I just didn’t expect the answer to be yes.”
“Ari.” Spencer spoke for the first time, tilting his head at the teenager. “Why don’t you start from the beginning?”
*
“I’ve not been tickled in years,” Spencer found himself saying later that day.
Morgan grinned at him. “I bet you’re real ticklish, though,” he said. “Probably a giggler.”
“I didn’t say that.” But he started blushing, which was unusual even to him. Spencer was awkward, yes, but not shy. “Besides, being ticklish is natural. A defense mechanism of some sort. Back in ancient Japan it was used as punishment if you wanted to ensure no one would be able to find any proof of actual injury.”
“Changing the subject, I see.”
“Not at all,” he insisted. “It’s still within the same topic.”
“But it’s been redirected away from your own sensitivity.” Morgan leaned forward, which didn’t necessarily cause any alarm since there was a whole table between them. “Tell me, pretty boy. Where’s your spot? The spot that makes you scream if touched.”
Spencer raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think I have one?”
“No? Nowhere?”
“No?”
“But you are ticklish?”
“Of course he is,” Garcia said, suddenly walking into the room.
“Oh?” Morgan leaned back. “And how exactly do you know that, baby girl?”
She rolled her eyes. “Don’t get jealous, my love. I accidentally poked him when I first started working here.”
“Is that so?” Morgan’s smirk was actually scary enough that Spencer suddenly felt as if he was in danger. “And where exactly was that spot?”
“I don’t kiss and tell I’m afraid, mon chéri.”
“Oh, that’s unfair, Garcia.”
“Try him yourself,” she said, pointing at Spencer. “He’s right there.”
Spencer stood. “Let’s not.”
“There you go,” Morgan said, standing as well. “Panic. I like that. It probably means you’re really bad.”
“Morgan, come on.” He started walking when Morgan did, the two of them rounding the table over and over again without breaking the distance between them. “This is childish!”
“Well, you are a kid after all.”
“I’m literally 25- no, wait!” Morgan had suddenly picked up his speed and Spencer rushed to do the same, nearly crashing into Hotch in the process. “Hotch, oh my god, save me.”
“What’s going on?” he asked, blinking at them in confusion.
“Derek’s trying to find out where Spencer’s ticklish,” Garcia said.
“Pretty boy thinks he can run away from me,” Morgan said, grabbing Spencer’s arms. Hotch was standing just in the way of him being able to flee. “Not gonna work, Doctor Reid.”
Spencer didn’t know which was worse; the fact that Morgan grabbed onto his sides and wouldn’t let go or that he was still facing in Hotch’s direction and got to see him witness the very first peals of hysterical laughter they’d probably ever heard come out of his mouth. “No!”
“Aw, I knew you were a giggler,” Morgan was cooing behind him. “Isn’t he cute, Hotch?”
Spencer caught Hotch’s ghost of a smile through his plight. “Oh, very. But we have work to do. Leave Reid alone.”
“You’re no fun, Hotch,” Morgan said, letting him go. “I’ll get you later, pretty boy.”
As Spencer straightened he found Gideon standing behind Hotch, meaning he’d probably heard if not seen the whole thing.
He felt himself flushing. He was gonna kill Morgan.
“Had fun?” he asked as he entered the room, his smile fond.
“Oh, the time of my life, truly,” he muttered as Morgan laughed. “I can’t wait to do this again.”
“Don’t you worry, Reid,” Morgan purred. “I’ll make sure that happens.”
Spencer shook his head and willed his blush to calm down as they all settled down around the table, all eyes on Hotch and Gideon. “As you all know we’ve talked to all the victims and their families again,” Gideon started. “Some of them refused to admit to it, but for the most part we found someone in the household - older teens, roommates, spouses - who’s visited the site iTickle, a forum where you can talk to like-minded people.”
“Garcia did some digging,” Hotch continued. “Turns out the site is completely text-based, so you can’t send any pictures or videos, which means you also can’t view any type of content on there. It’s strictly to talk to others.”
“Which gives us the impression that the UnSub uses that site on purpose. It’s like he wants just enough to get going so that he can go out and act out all his desires. Reid?”
Spencer cleared his throat and stood. “We’ve been given access to one of the computers that was used to visit the forum. It’s one of those portable laptops, so we were able to take it with us. The kid who used it said there was one user who was acting a little too sketchy that stuck out to him. Garcia will be tracing the IP address, and after that we’ll figure out a course of action.”
“Great job, everyone,” Gideon said, clapping his hands. “And now we wait.”
*
Spencer was swirling his chair around when Morgan grabbed his shoulder, stilling him. “You’re being super distracting,” he said, but there was no menace in his voice.
Spencer straightened. “Sorry. I’m bored.”
“This case not entertaining enough for you, huh?”
“Well, we’ve practically cracked it. We just gotta find the UnSub.”
“The easiest part,” Morgan said with a laugh.
“Maybe not,” Spencer said sheepishly. Morgan’s hand was still on his shoulder and he could feel it each time a finger moved even just an inch. Despite himself, Spencer had spent the past two days waiting for Morgan to tickle him again and finding he was disappointed each time the opportunity was missed. He wasn’t entirely willing to have that conversation with himself yet.
“Since there’s no DNA on the crime scene it’ll be difficult to actually track him down,” Morgan continued.
Spencer shrugged. “I told you. One of us should go undercover. Set up shop in an apartment somewhere. Pretend two or three of us live there for a few days and have him come to us.”
“Pretty boy, that isn’t actually too bad of an idea.”
“You don’t have to sound so surprised about it,” Spencer said, rolling his eyes.
Morgan barked out a laugh and curled his fingers over the sides of his neck. “Smartass. Don’t forget I know that you’re ticklish now.”
Spencer retracted, a sound that was almost a squeal leaving his lips at the sudden unbearable sensation. No matter how low he tried to slide down the chair Morgan simply followed, and while it only really lasted for a moment the whole office could probably hear him giggling and begging for him to cut it out.
“Mor-gan!” he choked out, managing to grab his wrist, which to be fair did very little to make him stop.
“Ye-es?” Morgan teased, index fingers working their way to the area beneath his chin. “I told you I’d get you again.”
“Stop being mean- wait!”
“Oohh, your neck’s a real bad spot, huh? Maybe this is the spot that makes you scream? Or are you worse somewhere?”
“Morgan, stop messing with him,” Hotch said. “Come on, both of you. Garcia found something.”
Morgan let him go, muttering the whole time. “I’ll get you properly one of these days.”
Spencer exhaled, rubbing at the skin where his hands had just been. “You’re terrible.”
“Mm, I could be worse.” Morgan helped him up and slapped his back. “Let’s go tell them about your idea.”
“I didn’t know you were ticklish, Spence,” JJ said when they entered the room, smiling gently if not playfully at him.
He groaned. “Did everyone see?”
“Pretty much,” Prentiss replied. “I mean, you weren’t necessarily being quiet.”
“So you all saw him torturing me and did nothing?” He shook his head in mock betrayal. “Traitors, all of you.”
“Aw, he’s blushing,” Morgan said, pinching his cheek. “So cute.”
“As endearing as you’re both being,” Garcia said, standing in the front of the room. “I have been lured out of the comfort of my own room to hold a presentation and I’d rather get it done quickly.”
Morgan chuckled. “All right, mama, whatchu got?”
Garcia took a breath. “So I think I’ve narrowed down the user. He calls himself ‘TheFeatherFrontier’, which at first I thought was a reference to Star Trek, but- anyway, not the point. I did some digging and it turns out he’s been in contact with someone in all of the households we’ve found victims at. Looking back at their conversations, it starts innocently enough but becomes real strange after a while.”
“Strange how?”
“Well, this guy has practically zero boundaries. Zilch. It goes from ‘hi how are you’ to things I’m way too uncomfortable to say aloud. And it’s weird since this site is all about creating connections through text. Why be crass and drive people away?”
“It’s not really about them,” Gideon said. “They’re simply shortcuts to people he’d rather tickle.”
Spencer squirmed in his chair, trying his best to not look away from Garcia. He wasn’t sure why the word suddenly flustered him, but it did. Maybe because Morgan had just tickled him in front of everyone. Maybe because-
No. Not now. Not yet.
“Reid had an idea,” Morgan suddenly said, directing all focus on him. “Tell them, kid.”
“Oh, uh, well, I kind of told you about it earlier, but- well, one of us should go undercover. Set up shop in an apartment somewhere. Pretend two or three of us live there for a few days and have him come to us,” he quoted himself verbatim. “And hopefully he decides to take the bait.”
“Reid, that’s a really good idea.”
Spencer turned to catch Prentiss’ eye. “Yeah?”
“And probably the only way to actually catch him,” Hotch said. “Great thinking, Reid.”
Morgan reached over to ruffle his hair. “Our ticklish little genius.”
“Oh my god, stop.” Spencer shoved him off of him. “I’ll never live that down, will I?”
Morgan laughed. “Not as long as I’m around. But hey, you should totally be the bait.”
“Why me?”
“We need someone super ticklish to make it more believable.”
“Morgan, he won’t even tickle me-”
“Still. And you look like you could be hanging out in there. All in favor of Reid chatting him up?”
“We’ll probably all be involved,” Gideon said. “Although we can’t consult each other after each message. It’ll take too long, and he’d probably be messaging at night.” He looked at Reid. “You up for a night shift or two?”
Spencer sighed. “Fine. But I’m not coming in on time tomorrow.”
*
Their fake apartment was small to have three bedrooms, but it did, and so they decided that Reid, Morgan and Prentiss would be staying there for the next few days, starting immediately in case the UnSub decided to stake the place out after the first conversation.
“Will you guys be okay if he catches one of you?” JJ asked, and both Morgan and Prentiss made a big show out of waving the concerns off, claiming to not be ticklish.
“It’s Reid we should be worried about,” Morgan said and Spencer sighed, having accepted his fate to get teased until his death.
“I’ve got you all set up,” Garcia said, motioning to the monitor on the desk of Spencer’s temporary bedroom. “Derek came up with your username.”
“PrettyShyBoy,” Spencer read, flushing. “Oh, come on.”
Morgan peeked into the room. “Did I lie?”
“I’m not shy.”
“Oh, with how much you’ve been blushing recently he won’t know the difference.”
“Shut up-”
“I need you to come up with a bio,” Garcia said, interrupting him. “It’s better that you do it.”
Spencer sighed and took her place when she got up. “Do you all have to watch?”
“Oh, flustered, are we?”
“Morgan, leave him alone,” Hotch said for the hundredth time that week. “Let’s give him some space. We can look through the bio once you’re done just to make sure it works, but I trust that you know what you’re doing, Reid.”
“Thank you.” Spencer straightened as they left the room. “A bio. Right. Uh.” He tapped his fingertips on the desk. “Guys, do I look like a college student?” he called out, getting a collective yes back. “Right. Thanks.”
20. Shy college student looking for like-minded people.
Hmm, maybe a bit generic, but he was supposed to be a regular shy guy, after all.
Inexperienced lee just wanting to talk.
He’d done his research on tickling as a kink and found a rather fascinating community. He could imagine who he’d be in it. Shy and inexperienced and wanting to be on the receiving end.
Hypothetically, of course.
He erased what he’d written and rewrote it. Shy, inexperienced 20-year-old lee looking to chat to like-minded people. Better. More concise and less repeating.
“It’s not much,” he said when the others returned. “But I think it’s better to keep it short, no?”
“It’s great,” Hotch said, reading it over. “Straight to the point. Appealing enough. It’s good that you added an age and inexperienced. The UnSub’s probably looking for control and it will be easy controlling someone of this background.”
“I didn’t add it, but I named myself Oli. It seems regular enough for a shy college guy.”
“It’s perfect. I think we’re ready to start.”
Everyone but Spencer, Morgan and Prentiss left and Spencer set to work, connecting to TheFeatherFrontier immediately. The connections were random, but Garcia had worked her magic for them.
‘Hi,’ The FeatherFrontier wrote instantly. He was online.
Spencer took a breath. ‘Hi..’
TheFeatherFrontier: Are you new here?
PrettyShyBoy: Yes. Are you?
TheFeatherFrontier: Not really. Been around a while.
PrettyShyBoy: I see..
Spencer shook his head, unable to decide if Oli would be so shy he would be this short, or if he would be trying desperately. He should’ve profiled this fake persona before using him. It might cause him problems.
PrettyShyBoy: Do you like it? This forum I mean.
TheFeatherFrontier: Oh yes. It’s very nice. It’s fun talking to like-minded people.
PrettyShyBoy: Oh that’s great! I was a bit nervous joining.
TheFeatherFrontier: Haha
TheFeatherFrontier: You have nothing to be nervous about :)
“Ew.”
“What?” Morgan and Prentiss peeked their heads into the room, having obviously been lurking just outside.
“Nothing. He just gives me bad vibes.”
“Let me read.”
“It’s really nothing yet,” Spencer said, but turned the computer toward them anyway. “I think it might also just be me knowing what he’s doing.”
“He- oh, he wrote again.” Prentiss turned the computer back toward him.
TheFeatherFrontier: Sorry. Did I scare you off?
“He’s impatient,” Spencer said. “Better not keep him waiting until we’ve got his attention.”
PrettyShyBoy: No no! Don’t worry :)
PrettyShyBoy: I’m just. Well.
PrettyShyBoy: Shy.
PrettyShyBoy: Heh.
“Nice,” Prentiss said. “Have Oli ramble to showcase it.”
TheFeatherFrontier: Oh, you are, huh?
TheFeatherFrontier: I bet you’re really ticklish.
Spencer, even though it made no sense, blushed. “Oh my god. You guys gotta leave now.”
Morgan peeked at the screen and laughed. “All right, all right, call for us if you need help.”
PrettyShyBoy: Maybe a little…
TheFeatherFrontier: Oh, I’m sure it’s more than just a little, right pretty boy?
Spencer frowned. He didn’t like that the UnSub stole Morgan’s nickname for him, even though it was technically in his username.
PrettyShyBoy: I’ve never really gotten properly tickled… but I think so heh.
TheFeatherFrontier: What’s your worst spot?
Spencer hummed. He really was making no effort in being conversational.
PrettyShyBoy: Maybe my belly…
TheFeatherFrontier: Mmm I’d love to tickle you there. Tie you up, stretch you out real good and go to town on your defenseless belly.
TheFeatherFrontier: Make you scream with no one to hear.
Spencer nearly exited the chat. How the hell had this guy not gotten caught yet with how blatantly obvious he was being?
PrettyShyBoy: That sounds a bit intense…
TheFeatherFrontier: Oh, but I’d stop once you asked me to of course.
PrettyShyBoy: Oh right :)
PrettyShyBoy: Well, then I guess I should tell you about my feet…
He’d tickled all his victims’ feet for a long time, so they’d pieced it together that it was probably his favorite spot to torture.
TheFeatherFrontier: Mmm what about them, pretty boy?
PrettyShyBoy: I can barely stand having them touched…
PrettyShyBoy: Let alone tickled…
TheFeatherFrontier: We’d definitely need a safe word for those, huh?
PrettyShyBoy: Definitely heh.
Spencer rubbed the bridge of his nose. He wasn’t entirely sure when to stop, but it seemed too early still.
PrettyShyBoy: How else would you tickle me…?
TheFeatherFrontier: I’m glad you asked.
TheFeatherFrontier: First I’d make sure you were securely tied. Maybe even blindfolded to keep an element of surprise.
Spencer twitched. All his victims had been blindfolded.
TheFeatherFrontier: Would you like that?
PrettyShyBoy: Yes…
Spencer spent half an hour reading about how this stranger would tickle him to half death, feeling a conflicting disgusted and strangely intrigued. Not that he actually wanted this man to do this to him, but…
Well, that was a morning Spencer problem, he decided, feeling confused by his own thoughts.
He logged off only once Morgan and Prentiss had read through the chat and TheFeatherFrontier had become semi-aggressive.
*
“I’m so tired,” Prentiss whined for the tenth time that day, her complaints being echoed by Morgan and Spencer. “I deserve a raise.”
Morgan snorted. “Reid deserves the raise I would say.”
Spencer groaned into the table where he was currently resting his head. “I know right,” he mumbled.
“You’ve all done great,” Hotch said semi-distractedly, glancing over the chat which had been saved to Garcia’s computer. “I think his interest has been piqued.”
“Mmm. I especially enjoyed the part where Reid was forced to ask him how he’d tickle his-”
“Okay!” Spencer exclaimed. “Hotch can read that for himself.”
Morgan laughed. “All right, testy.”
“It makes me feel ticklish just thinking about it,” Garcia muttered from where she was standing behind Hotch.
Morgan gasped. “Baby girl,” he sang. “Don’t tell me you’re ticklish too?”
Garcia huffed. “Oh, come on, sugar shack, as if I don’t know about your-”
“Hey, hey!”
Spencer raised his head to grin at him. “What is this I’m hearing, Morgan?”
“You shut up, nerd, I know you’re worse than all of us combined.”
“This is a strange week,” JJ said, appearing with a pile of papers. “Copies of the chat, just in case,” she explained.
“Good thinking,” Gideon said, taking them from her. “God, I hate cases where we have to wait for the UnSub to come to us.”
“At least we can tickle Reid in the meantime, huh?”
Spencer jerked away when Morgan made a move to squeeze his knee. “Stop.”
“Never. Too fun. Now stay still.”
“Hotch, he’s doing it again- no!”
Only this time Hotch merely glanced back at them and said, “I don’t have anything for you to do right now anyway, so you’re free to play.”
Spencer gasped. “Traitor- Derek!”
“Oh, first name basis,” Prentiss teased, but Spencer’s own panicked giggling overpowered her as Morgan grabbed for his knees again, this time managing to latch onto them for long enough to squeeze just above the knee cap.
Spencer tried to kick him off. “No, come on, I’m tired, please don’t-”
“I’m just waking you up. You should be thanking me, really.”
“JJ, help!”
“Oh, no. Not getting involved in this one, sorry, Spence.”
Morgan moved upward, poking and prodding at his torso, and Spencer found he was very much trapped against his chair. “I’m dying.”
“Drama queen.”
“Emily, help!”
Prentiss, unlike the rest of the room, didn’t seem to mind getting involved at all, and Spencer’s laughter was soon joined in by Morgan’s indignant, “Hey, no!”
“I knew you were ticklish,” Prentiss cheered, and despite Morgan’s sudden laughter it took him a moment to stop torturing Spencer anyway, so by the time Spencer was able to compose himself Morgan had fled with Prentiss at his heels.
“Aw, man, I missed it,” he pouted, sitting up. “Where did she get him? Guys? Hello?”
Hotch sighed. “This is gonna be a long case.”
*
“Sorry, Spence, you’ll have to find that out for yourself.”
Spencer huffed. “You know he’ll just tickle me before I can even try.”
“He is sitting right here, you know,” Morgan said, kicking him lightly under the table.
Prentiss let out a laugh and took a bite of her pizza. They’d left the office early, making a show out of entering the apartment together so that it would be obvious that Morgan would be staying behind for an hour or so on his own. They didn’t expect the UnSub to show up that day, and so they would do the same thing the next. Hopefully he would act quickly so that they could close this mess of a case soon.
“Statistically most men are ticklish under their arms, upper ribs and feet, and seeing as you probably didn’t get his feet while he was standing and in shoes, my best guess is his underarms since he had his arms extended while he was tickling me.”
“So why so curious if you have a theory?”
“Well, theories have to be proven right too,” he muttered, throwing a piece of pizza crust at Morgan who promptly threw it back. “Come on, let me try.”
“That’s not how that works, genius.”
“Just once. You’ve already tickled me like three times today and I don’t know if I can handle another.”
“I’ll make it four if you don’t stop pestering me.”
“Emily.” Spencer turned toward her. “I will tickle you unless you tell me.”
Prentiss raised her eyebrows. “Oho, making threats now?”
“I technically don’t know if you’re even ticklish, but most people are.”
“Do I look like most people to you?”
“Reid, it’s a trap, don’t answer that.”
She grabbed the crust off Spencer’s plate and threw it at Morgan. “Behave or I’ll tell him.”
“Hey, hey, I’m always nice, aren’t I?”
“No,” Spencer and Prentiss said in unison.
Morgan frowned. “You’re asking for round four now, pretty boy. Better be careful or I’ll be looming over you during your whole chat with Mr Feather.”
“TheFeatherFrontier,” Spencer corrected him unnecessarily.
“Yeah, yeah. Oh.” Morgan’s phone started ringing. “It’s Hotch. Hey, you’re on speaker.”
“Have you guys finished eating?”
“Just about.”
“Good. I’ve enrolled Reid and Prentiss in a yoga class. That way you have a specific place to go in case he would happen to keep track of you and actually is thorough enough to look up your fake names in the system. You obviously don’t have to attend, but I’ve enrolled you for the next three days. That way he has a time limit to act during. The studio is located next to a library, which you can enter from inside the building as well. I figured you might not actually want to attend the class.”
“Good thinking.”
“I was kind of excited to,” Spencer said.
Morgan snorted. “I’d like to see you do a downward facing dog.”
“Look at you coming through with the yoga terms.” Prentiss patted his arm. “I’m almost impressed.”
“Oh yeah? I can do better than that. Chaturanga.”
Prentiss shivered. “Stop, I’m not used to feeling impressed.”
“Focus, guys,” Hotch said dejectedly. “The class starts in 30 minutes, so I suggest you get going. It’s one hour long.” And then, as an afterthought, “Good luck and thank you.” He hung up.
Prentiss turned to Spencer. “Looks like we’ll be hanging in the library this afternoon.”
Spencer stood. “I’ll bring a book.”
*
“I’m gonna use the computer.”
“I thought you said you brought a book?”
“Just for a bit. I want to look something up and I’m not sure they have books on it.”
“Are you gonna talk to TheFeatherFrontier?”
“Oh no. Not here. Besides, if our theories are correct he won’t be online anyway. And for us to connect twice would be suspicious.”
“Okay, well.” Prentiss pointed to the part of the library where you could find couches lining the walls. “I’ll be over there napping.”
Spencer picked the computer which was located in the far back of the library, hidden behind shelves of topics so obscure Spencer could only imagine one single person to be walking them (and that was himself). He felt silly. It wasn’t like he’d not done research on it both at home and at work, but that had been for the sake of the case. This was personal, even though he’d been pretending it wasn’t.
Taking a deep breath he typed in tickling and hit search.
And boy the things he found.
*
He had to admit it was nicer to be staying at this apartment when he wasn’t forced to sit in front of a chat room for half the night. Gideon, Hotch, Garcia and JJ had come over for a couple of drinks, even though they all had work the next day, but so far neither of them seemed to be regretting it.
“Baby girl, truth or dare.”
“Mmm, dare.”
“Read us your latest sent text.”
“Oh my, hot stuff, that could be dangerous.” She took out her phone, grinning devilishly at the screen. “My latest text says ‘Perfect, sounds good’.”
Morgan clicked his tongue. “Boring. Who did you send it to?”
“Nuh uh. Not your turn. But I’ll bite. Sugar, truth or dare.”
“Dare, duh.”
“I dare you to show us your last sent text.”
“Now that’s vengeful behavior, Garcia.”
“We’re waiting, Morgan,” Prentiss said, tapping her imaginary watch on her wrist.
“Fine. Okay.” He grabbed his phone, his face forming into a frown when he looked at it. “Oh, no, that’s too much even for me. I’ll take my punishment,” he said over everyone booing. “Pour me my shot.”
“Weak, weak!” Garcia said, but poured him his shot anyway. “Bottoms up.”
Morgan grimaced as he swallowed. “Gross. Okay. Pretty boy,” he purred, grinning. “Truth or dare.”
Spencer thought for a moment before saying, “Truth.”
“Do you have any fetishes?”
“Oh my god, Morgan.”
“What?” Morgan turned to Prentiss, holding out his hands. “We’re off the clock technically.”
Spencer, flushing the entire time, said, “I don’t know.”
“That’s not a good answer.”
“It’s good enough for the way you phrased your question.”
“Oh, we need to get you laid, Spence.”
Spencer rolled his eyes. “All right, my turn. Emily. Truth or dare.”
“Hmm, truth.”
“Where did you tickle Morgan?”
“You’re still going on about that?” Morgan asked incredulously.
Spencer shrugged. “I don’t like being excluded.”
Prentiss was busy doubling over with laughter, so Morgan had time to reach over and squeeze Spencer’s thigh a couple of times. “I’m starting to think you’re ticklish everywhere, kid,” he said as Spencer did a lovely imitation of Emily.
“You’re gonna have him scared of being around you soon,” he heard Gideon say, something amused in his voice which made Spencer blush all the more.
“Good. I like it when he’s squirmy.”
“That doesn’t sound right,” JJ said with a laugh.
“Not my fault you guys have dirty minds.”
Spencer managed to grab Morgan’s hand. “Em, answer the question.”
“His ribs.”
“Ah, so I was right.”
“Didn’t you guess armpits?”
“I said either ribs or armpits.”
“I don’t remember that.”
“Either way-” Spencer threw himself over Morgan, knowing that was his only way of actually getting even an ounce of revenge. “-payback’s a bitch.”
“Did you just swear- woah, woah, no, you don’t!”
Morgan tried, he really did, but Spencer had managed to latch onto his rib cage with both hands and was wiggling his fingers over it. Combine that with the booze in Morgan’s system and he was laughing within seconds. It was quite refreshing to be on the other side of it for once, Spencer realized, although he wouldn’t say he minded being the victim either.
Anyway.
“Emily, you traitor!”
“It’s truth or dare, Derek, I can’t be blamed.”
“Oh my god, Morgan, watch the coffee table!”
“Garcia, help!”
“This is an interesting turn of events.”
“Hotch, help!”
“I’m sure you can handle this by yourself.”
*
“Hey.”
Spencer swung around, coming face to face with Morgan. “Please no revenge,” he begged.
Morgan laughed. “Nah, it’s late so you’re good. But maybe Gideon’s right. I seem to be making you nothing but jumpy. Sorry about that.”
Spencer shrugged. “It’s okay.” I don’t mind.
“It’s just.” Morgan shifted from foot to foot, a rare display of nervousness. “You don’t really, you know. Let loose much. It’s fun seeing you let go, even if I have to force it out of you,” he added with a grin.
“Oh.” Spencer wasn’t entirely sure how to react. “Well.”
“I can scale down my attacks,” Morgan said. “I won’t fully stop, though.”
“I don’t want you to.”
“What?”
“Stop. I don’t want you to stop.” Spencer averted his gaze, finding the wall of their fake apartment incredibly interesting all of a sudden. “It’s… fun.”
“Oh, Reid,” Morgan said with a sigh. “Look at me.”
“Do I have to?”
Morgan let out a laugh. “I guess not. But hey. It’s fine if you like it, okay?”
“I don’t know if I like it like they like it.” He didn’t mention the people browsing the forum by name, but knew Morgan understood. “But I, uh. This case has kind of… made me realize things. I guess.” He scratched the back of his neck. “I don’t know. I might act upset whenever you do it, but-”
“You actually enjoy it,” Morgan finished for him. “That’s really fucking cute, Reid.”
“Oh, shut up.”
“No, no, I’m not making fun! Come here.” Morgan reached for him, putting his arm around his shoulders when Spencer moved closer. “I like that you like it. It’s fun messing with you, you know? And if you’re also having fun at the same time, all the better.”
“It’s not. I don’t know. Weird?”
“Nah. Tickling’s all about bonding and having fun, after all.” He grinned. “The word flusters you a little, huh?”
Spencer looked away. “Oh my god, shut up.” But he was laughing.
Morgan ruffled his hair. “Come on. Bed time. Quickly before I get your neck. It’s literally right there.”
*
Spencer and Prentiss were at the library when Gideon called them. “We got him.” They raced to the apartment, finding a middle-aged man who wouldn’t take his eyes off of Spencer.
“You’re not that pretty up close,” he muttered and Spencer wasn’t sure whether laughing hysterically when catching an UnSub was acceptable behavior.
“He totally lied,” Prentiss said, placing a hand on his shoulder blade. “You’re, like, really pretty.”
“Morgan overpowered him before he managed to tie him up,” Hotch explained to them. “We got it all on tape too.”
Spencer exhaled. “It’s done.”
“Well, almost. Interviews.”
“He’s guilty,” Morgan said. “At the very least for breaking and entering.”
The next few days were a whirl of interviews and paperwork, and Spencer found he’d not been tickled since the day before they caught him and he was having withdrawals.
Weird.
“You seem deep in thought.”
Spencer turned to look at Gideon. “I am.”
He smiled, gentle, patient. “Anything you want to share?”
Spencer shook his head. “It’s embarrassing.”
“Well, now you’re making me curious.” He approached him, arms crossed. “I won’t push,” he added. “But I’m here if you want to talk.”
“I know.” Spencer smiled briefly at him, wondering if it would be weird to share what he’d already shared with Morgan with someone he considered a mentor and not simply a friend. Was that overstepping? Was this weird to even be talking about? “This case,” he started, rubbing his neck. “It, uh. Well, it- I’m sure you’ve noticed Morgan torturing me.”
Gideon chuckled. “It’s been hard to miss, yes.”
Spencer felt the now all too familiar blush spread over his cheeks. “Right. It, uh. It’s made me realize that I-”
Gideon tilted his head. “Enjoy it?”
“Oh my god, is it obvious?”
“Not necessarily.”
“But we’re profilers?”
“No, it’s not that. You just seem.” Gideon shrugged. “Happier.”
Spencer blinked. “Happier.”
“Yes. Jumpier, yes, but I’ve enjoyed seeing this side of you. Of all of you. Everyone’s much more playful and I think it’s needed, especially now.” Gideon patted his arm. “I’ve not necessarily been suspecting anything-”
“It’s not a fetish!” Spencer found himself blurting out.
Gideon held up his hands. “I didn’t think it was.”
“Not that there’s anything wrong with it.”
“Of course not.”
“I just. It’s fun.”
“I can tell.” Spencer averted his eyes. “Don’t be embarrassed. I like seeing you happy, you know. All of you.”
“Is everyone else also happy?”
“Oh, very. Even the ones who aren’t joining in. It’s making things seem easier.”
“Okay.”
“I sense there’s something else you want to say.”
Spencer flushed even more, finding it hard to remember a time where he wasn’t blushing this frequently. “It’s nothing.”
“Reid.”
“Really, it’s silly.”
“Reid,” Gideon said again, this time with a laugh. “I won’t judge, and you clearly have something on your mind.”
“Well, it’s just that. We’ve not had fun in a few days. Oh god, that sounds ridiculous. I’m leaving.”
“No, no, I understand what you’re saying. Wait here.” Gideon left the room, reappearing a moment later with a grinning Morgan in tow.
“I heard you’ve missed my hands on you, pretty boy.”
Spencer decided to be embarrassed about it all afterward.
#tickling#ticklish!spencer reid#criminal minds#criminal minds fic#tickle fic#spencer reid#n writes#I just want you to know who I am
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Bonjour cate! we all know Reid can be dominant but i honestly cant stop thinking about him fucking reader with a 12 inch (or more) dildo and i wondering if you could write a blurb about that </3 only if u want to of course
i've never written something like this so i hope i did it right and tbh i don't even know if this is possible ? this isn't everyone's cup of tea so you've been warned.
18+ and i think this is size kink ??
Spencer's dirty texts throughout the day mean that by the time he gets home (probably after being painfully hard on the metro), you're in the bedroom in your favorite lingerie waiting for him.
"Hi, beautiful." He says when he walks in, tie already loose. His suit jacket is quickly thrown over the armchair, and you figure he left his satchel in the study.
"I've been waiting so long." You complain halfheartedly.
Spencer raises his eyebrows, prompting you to continue. "Careful or you might spend the night over my knee."
There are worse ways to spend an evening, but the box in his hands draws you away from that option. "What's that?" You ask.
"A gift." He answers ambiguously, now shirtless and walking over to the edge of the bed.
He opens it for you to see the toy while watching for your reaction, and you're shocked at first. You're not new to toys. It's a style you and Spencer frequently participate in. But you've never seen a dildo as long as the lilac one in the box is.
"Did you get this delivered to the BAU?" You ask first. It's not the most important question, but it's the one stuck in your mind.
He laughs slightly. "I did not. I don't need them knowing..."
"That you like to fuck your girlfriend with dildos?" You fill in for him with a smirk.
"Basically." He nods. "'Rearranging your guts' was your way of putting it."
You can't help the overwhelming need to touch him, and you reach forward to help him out of his pants while he leans down to kiss you since you've missed that step.
"Is that actually going to fit in me?" You wonder as you touch his cock over his boxers, which you're unable to forego a comment about. "I mean, I usually only get this small thing."
He's gripping your jaw in an instant, angling your chin up, so you have to look at him. "This is your last warning." He informs you, and the tone sends chills down your spine. "Don't make me punish you."
"Sorry." You apologize with a pout, hoping that will persuade him to forgive you.
He accepts it, if his lips firmly against yours are anything to go by. You let him lead the kiss while tracing the outline of his cock teasingly.
"As much as I love this." He pulls back to whisper, flicking the strap of your bra. "It's going to have to go."
You take it off, and his fingers are on your nipples in an instant, making you whimper into his mouth. "So good."
"It's going to get better." He assures you, moving you so you are propped up against a few pillows and taking your underwear off. His index fingertip is at your hole immediately as he holds your lustful gaze. "So wet." He teases, slipping it in just enough to make you need more.
You resist the urge to grind against him, knowing this early in the game it wouldn't work. Instead, you go with begging. "Please, more. I want to fit your toy in me."
"That desperate to please?" He asks.
"Always for you." You answer, sweetly smiling at him.
It gets you what you want, and his finger begins to push in and out of you quicker, another one quickly joining it.
You can't resist the loud moans that stream from your lips, and you know it's getting him more enthusiastic. So much so that you get the head of the dildo at your hole before you're even close to coming.
"Is it going to fit?" You ask him again. The width is fine, but the length...it's long.
"It will," Spencer assures you. "And you'll tell me if it doesn't."
It's a question, even if it's not phrased like one, and you agree. "I will."
"Relax." He tells you, softly pressing the tip further into you. He helps out by rubbing your clit, getting you wetter.
After having Spencer so many times, the width is barely anything, but the length starts to get tricky once it surpasses his. He's slow with it, an unspoken agreement, and he lets you adjust before moving further, kissing you between each break you silently ask for.
You feel it bottom out inside of you, completely contained in your walls and it makes you drip more while you let out a breathy moan.
"Good?" Spencer asks, although he can see the clear pleasure on your face.
"So fucking good." You answer. "Holy shit. I feel so full." He takes your hand, and you're unsure of why until he rests it against your lower stomach and you feel the bump. "Is that-?"
"It's higher than when I'm inside you." He observes as his fingers brush over your clit.
You lean up to kiss him again before asking for what you really want. "Can you fuck me with it?"
"Of course, baby." He promises. "I want to see you come around it."
He's less gentle knowing you've adjusted, pulling it out a few inches before slamming it back in and making you moan like crazy. He's good with his cock but he's also fucking amazing at keeping a good pace while fucking you with a toy.
"You're doing so good." He tells you. "Always my good girl."
"Fuck, Spence." You moan, arching your back up as he continues to fuck you with the dildo. "Please, can I cum?"
His thumb draws quicker circles around your clit, clearly intent on one outcome. "Yup. Cum on the long, fake cock for me." He orders,
That tone, the toy deeply inside you, and his skillful thumb all work in tandem to have your eyes rolling back in your head as you cum, pulsing around the dildo.
You're breathing deeply, panting when you finally open your eyes again to find him eagerly grinning at you.
"You're okay?" He checks.
"So okay." You assure him. "That was amazing, but I really need you in me now."
He's also more than happy to oblige that request.
#spencer reid#criminal minds#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x you#spencer reid x y/n#spencer reid smut#spencer reid blurb
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If you’re comfortable with it could you do “while you’re on your period” with Evan Peters characters?
I love your work btw <33
Evan peters characters reacting to you being on your period
Thank you so much! This was really fun to write, especially since I’m on mine and I’m suffering :,)
Tate Langdon:
Would clean the bed sheets if you bled on them, blood clearly doesn’t scare him
He’s a total sweetheart on it tbh
Will cuddle with you as long as you want, because what else is he to do
If you have to go to school or work he’ll try to bring your mood up before you have to leave
Would be willing to watch anything with you, even Keeping Up with the Kardashians if you’re into that kinda shit (guilty 🤭)
He will listen to your favorite music 24/7 for the entire time you’re on you’re period
Since he can’t run out and get you things, he’d try to cook for you using a recipe he found online, and will run you baths
If you’re having cramps he will offer medication, getting frustrated if you don’t take it since you’re in pain, but not taking the god damn medication
He would follow you around like a lost puppy not really knowing what to do
Will either have to ask one of the ghosts (even going to extents of asking Constance) or going on the internet
Kit Walker:
He knows everything
He knows when you start before you even do
He’s got you fucking covered, diva cups, pads, tampons, period underwear, whatever you want and he’s already got three of it for you
He will be willing to go to the store for you at ANY hour
Will cook you whatever you want
Will make you pancakes
Will buy you flowers and chocolates
He wouldn’t get mad at you for your mood swings, he will listen to you
If you want him there he’s all yours (outside of work hours) but if you want him to leave, he’s out of sight ( who would want that)
He will take baths with you in hot water
He will make you tea and give you medicine whenever the writing on the back of the bottle says
Kyle Spencer:
Pre-death
He isn’t grossed out
He will gladly change the sheets if you bled on them, he would try to make sure you didn’t see that you bled through so that you wouldn’t feel embarrassed
Although you most definitely would know
He would love to give you cuddles
And would massage your stomach for you if you wanted (tbh I wouldn’t want that-)
He is a total sweetheart
He wouldn’t really know what to do, but he would run to the store for whatever you need
Post-death
he is so scared
Why are you sticking things up there?!
Why are you bleeding out of that?!
You’d have to explain to him what the hell is going on
He still doesn’t understand
It happens every month??
Tbh who doesn’t wonder these
Like actually fuck uteruses
Jimmy Darling
He can’t take time off of the freak show
Will try so hard not to react to your mood swings
Will try not to get mad at you if you yell at him, but it is VERY hard
He understands that you can’t control it, but it is so hard some times
Always apologizes though, and you do too, but he usually tells you not to apologize
He will kiss you all over your face while hugging you tightly
He will make you tea and will do anything to try to make your happier, like reading your favorite books with you
I feel like Jimmy wouldn’t like reading
Idk why, he just seems like the guy who would take a novel from someone’s hands and say “how can you read this? There’s no pictures”
If you understood that reference I love you
So this is a big deal and you should appreciate it because it won’t happen a whole lot
He’ll listen and dance with you to music
If you’re up to it
Kai Anderson:
You’re on your period? Why would he care?
He thinks you’re just weak
He wants to make a messiah baby with you, and now you’re saying you don’t want to fuck when you’re bleeding and your uterus is getting vengeance on you? How dare you.
He finds it as a sign of failure, since you’re clearly not pregnant if you’re getting your period
Since he’s so unpredictable, he may give you some cuddles when you’re going to bed, or make you sleep in a wardrobe as punishment
He won’t offer sanitary products, will refuse to even give you any or have you go out and buy some
But luckily Winter is there
Winter will try to get you anything you need, medicine, chocolate, comfort, and of course, pads tampons or whatever the fuck
Literally just marry Winter
No but can we talk about Winter
She is so mommy
Anyway
No but should I write Winter fanfiction
Evan Peters:
Will give you cuddles if you want
Will watch cringey rom coms with you if you were into that, or really scary horror movies too
Would cook you anything you wanted (or attempt to make anything)
He would also run the store if you needed something like pads
Wouldn’t be embarrassed to by pads or tampons
If he was away filming you he would call you when he could
#Tate Langdon#tate langdon x reader#kit walker#kit walker x reader#kyle spencer#kyle spencer x reader#jimmy darling#jimmy darling x reader#kai anderson x reader#kai anderson#evan peters#evan peters x reader#ahs#ahs freak show#ahs asylum#ahs coven#ahs murder house#ahs cult
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A Spencer Reid Writing Playlist
As with my other Criminal Minds writing playlists, I'll try and make a YouTube playlist with all of these songs for your listening/writing enjoyment.
All of these songs just give me Spencer vibes! This is probably the most eclectic group of songs, but I think that speaks to Spencer's personality
I rarely write for Spencer anymore, but he was my first CM love (before I moved to Aaron), so I thought he should get a playlist as well.
Someone asked me why I stopped writing for Spence, and the honest answer is that I don't have to energy to do all the research I would need to to make his dialogue sound correct. It's the same reason that I never wrote for Sherlock, who I also love. It would be a disservice to his character. But baby me loved him, so feel free to read some of my older fics with him in them (but they're not really good tbh). Anyhow, I hope you all have a great evening. - Levi
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