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Perfectly Flawed - Chapter 21
word count - 2.6k warnings - Cursing, descriptions of injuries, mentions of alcohol and alcohol consumption, mentions of torture. Summary: Lina and the team start looking for some answers…
"Hello, you've reached the line of the Divine Miss Penelope. How may I grace you with knowledge?" Penny says into her headset.
"Babygirl, I've got a bit of info for you for a change," Derek says buoyantly.
"Well, in that case, lay it on me, Hot Chocolate," Penny says with a grin.
"Turns out Ms. Wilcox is only visiting D.C., she's in town for her high school's 10-year reunion. She says she went to St. Matthew's High School, with the get-togethers being held at the Ritz Carlton. It seems she was attacked after the first night, with there being 3 nights all of their class gets together." Derek says.
"Hey, Lina, did you hear-" Penny starts.
"Way ahead of you, Pen," I say, having already pulled up the high school yearbook of the Class of '96 from St. Matthew's.
I let out a whistle and said, "Good God, I think this class alone kept Aqua Net in the black..."
Penny giggles and looks over the pictures. She lets out a breath and says, "Oh, this is a school for rich kids, isn't it..."
Seeing the yearbook pictures of Ashley Naldi and Jennifer Wilcox, I hum in agreement and say, "Yup, it's looking that way..."
Ashley Naldi is a pretty, perky blonde, with a million-dollar smile and accessories to match. Jennifer Wilcox is a cute and fashionable girl with jet-black hair and a naive and charming look about her. I then asked Derek, "Did she say anything about the group she used to hang out with in high school? Or anyone who didn't fit in?"
"Nothing on anyone who didn't fit in, but she did express concern for Ms. Naldi, as well as Sabrina Sadler and Lucas Davies, so we might want to check on them," he said.
"On it. See you when you two come back," Penny says, fingers flying over her keyboard as she searches for the two people whose names we've been given.
As Penny searches for the current whereabouts of the two people that Ms. Naldi is concerned about, I search for their high school photos, and I see that they are also rich-looking, popular kids if the amount of photos of them means anything.
Sabrina Sadler is a redhead with a mischievous glint in her eye, a grin like a Cheshire Cat, and expensive shoes on her feet. Lucas Davies looks like the All-American boy next door; blond, broad-shouldered, and bearing a football in his hand.
I look through the yearbook, trying to piece together a reason for why the two women have been attacked, and for Ms. Wilcox's concern for the other two people. I come across quite a few pictures of them, and in every one, they are accompanied by a Roxanne Waters. She's a confident and glamorous brunette, with a cold, cunning look in her eyes.
"Oh, hey, I found them both. It seems Ms. Sadler is staying at The Georgetown House, and Mr. Davies is checked in at Sonder Georgetown C&O," she says, sending the information to the agents' phones.
"Hey, Pen, you might want to take a look at these, I think there's a lot more to this than we first thought..." I say, and Penny rolls over to my screen.
"I think you're right. Seems like they were the 'it' clique..." she says, peering at the pictures on my screen, then scooting back to her computer. After a few minutes of tapping and clicking, she hums and says to me, "Lina, check this out..."
I head over and see that Roxanne Waters and Lucas Davies were not only Prom King and Queen but were voted Cutest Couple.
"Huh. Think something happened that made them kick Roxanne out of their group after this yearbook was made?" I ask Penny, heading back to my chair.
"That's my guess..." she says, taking her glasses off to clean them, then puts them back on to examine the yearbook more.
There's a knock on the door, and Hotch walks in. I look up and timidly ask, "Um, sir? I think we found a bit more information on this case."
"What do you two have for me?" he asks, waiting for me to continue.
"Um, well, there seem to be a lot of pictures of the victims with the two people Ms. Wilcox showed concern for. There's also one other person that's in every group picture that they're in. It's looking like Roxanne Waters used to be a part of this group as well, even having dated Lucas Davies. I don't know how substantial this is to pursue, but it just seemed...a little strange to me how there was concern for the three others in the group, but no mention of Ms. Waters." I say.
Hotch stands there for a few moments, seemingly thinking it over, then says, "That might be worth looking into. Aschebrooke, how would you feel heading to the hospital with Elle and Gideon for more questions?"
I take a breath then squeak out, "M-me?! Sir, are you sure?"
Penny turns and says, "I mean, you did figure out their friend group pretty quickly. Maybe there are some questions you can think of that could uncover some valuable information."
Hotch looks over at Penny, then back at me, and says, "Very good point, Garcia. Yes, Aschebrooke, I think it would be beneficial. It seems Ms. Naldi is awake and willing to talk to us."
"I-I-o-ok, s-sir. I'll, um, I'll get ready to head out with Agents Gideon and Greenaway, then..." I stammer nervously, pulling my notepad and pen out of my purse, then slinging the bag over my shoulder.
Hotch turns to Penny and says, "Garcia, I'm sure you'll be fine solo for a while?"
She nods and says, "Yes, sir. Lina, good luck, and see you when you get back." I give her an apprehensive smile and follow Hotch out as he leaves to go to the bullpen.
I scurry behind him and stand back as he says, "Gideon, Elle, Aschebrooke here is going to accompany you two while questioning Ms. Naldi. I think a...fresh perspective...could help get a few more answers."
Gideon gives Hotch a look, who nods back at him, then looks at me and says, "Well then, let's be on our way. I'll drive." As we head to the SUV, Elle asks me, "So, Lina, what's your line of thinking?"
Climbing in, I say, "Oh, um, throughout the yearbook, there was an array of pictures that show that there had been a seemingly tight-knit group of students: the 2 victims, Ashley Naldi and Jennifer Wilcox; the two people that Ms. Wilcox expressed concern for, Sabrina Sadler and Lucas Davies; and one other person, Roxanne Waters. The four women were all on the cheerleading squad together and were constantly photographed together. It also seems Ms. Waters and Mr. Davies were an item during their high school years. So it just strikes me as odd that there's been no mention of Ms. Waters."
"So, what kind of questions do you think will help us?" Gideon says while driving.
"Well, I mean, for one, start with asking about the friends and groups the victims hung out with in high school, and if no one mentions Ms. Waters, ask about her. Maybe also ask about the song lyrics, see if that holds any significance." I say, fidgeting nervously with my purse strap.
"Sounds like a good start," Elle says, looking over at Gideon, who nods and parks in the hospital parking lot.
After we get out of the car and head into the hospital, Elle asks the receptionist for Ms. Naldi's room number, flashing their badges when necessary. After getting directions, we head to the floor she's on, and as we get to her room, Gideon motions for me to enter first. I head inside, Elle directly behind me.
She then says softly, "Ms. Naldi, we're with the FBI, we're looking into what happened to you. If we could ask you a few questions..."
"I...yeah, sure, but I don't know how much help I'll be," Ashley says from her bed.
"How are you feeling, Ms. Naldi? Do you need anything before we begin?" Gideon asks, walking closer to her bed.
"I-no, no, they've been making sure I'm comfortable here. What did you want to know?" she says, leaning back into her pillow.
"Can you tell us what happened the night you were attacked?" Elle says, and I get my notepad ready.
"It was the first night of our 10-year reunion. I was heading back to my hotel after seeing a lot of my old friends, and I'd had a little to drink. I wasn't drunk though, maybe tipsy. Anyway, I was just about to head into the hotel when I heard this sound, it sounded like someone crying. I went to see if they were ok when I felt something hit me in the back of the head and I blacked out." Ashley says.
She takes a deep breath and continues. "When I woke up, I was in the alley, but no one else was there. There was a music box that said 'Open me' on it. As soon as I did, there was a bright flash, and I tried to put my hands up to shield my face. I guess I didn't do it fast enough, because I still wound up not being able to see anything."
"I could feel my hands burning, they felt like they were on fire, so I was trying to put them out. While I was doing that, I could feel myself being choked, and I tried to cry out, but I couldn't make a sound. I thought I was going to die in that alley, but whoever choked me only made me unconscious again. The next thing I know, I'm being brought here." she says hoarsely.
Elle looks over at me as I try to quickly write everything she's said down, then back to Ms. Naldi and gently says, "I'm so sorry this happened to you. Is there anyone you could think of that would want to do this to you?"
Ashley shakes her head, letting a small sob out. "I work at a fashion magazine, I didn't think that would earn me any enemies," she says, folding her hands in her lap.
"Who all were you with when you were at your reunion?" Gideon asks softly.
Ashley smiles for a fraction of a second, then says, "I mainly stuck by my high school best friends. We still kept in touch, though maybe not as much as I'd hoped. Their names are Jennifer Wilcox, Sabrina Sadler, and Lucas Davies."
Elle looks over at me, then at Gideon, then over to Ms. Naldi and says, "Ms. Naldi, Jennifer Wilcox was also attacked last night."
"What?!" Ashley cries. "Who...who would want to hurt her?! She was the sweetest person I knew in that school..."
"That's...part of why we wanted to ask you questions, Ms. Naldi. We've had to do some searching into your and Ms. Wilcox's backgrounds, and we're hoping you can provide us with a few more answers that could help us find the attacker." Gideon says, motioning for me to go ahead.
I clear my throat and tentatively say, "Um, Ms.-Ms. Naldi. I'm working with Agents Greenaway and Gideon here, and I came across a few things that I'm hoping you could shed some light on..."
Ashley turns to me and says, "Yes, Agent..."
I quickly say, "Oh, uh, I'm no-not an agent, but I am working to solve this. My name is Lina Aschebrooke."
"Um, ok, Ms. Aschebrooke. I'll...I'll try to help. What are your questions?" Ashley says, a bit uncertainly.
I take a quick breath and ask, "Did or do you know a Roxanne Waters?"
Her face instantly changes into one as if she's smelled something awful, then says, "Oh, Roxy. Yeah, she used to be one of my best friends in school. By high school, her already...distasteful temperament steadily got even worse, but about a month before graduation, our group stopped having anything to do with her."
"Did you see her at your reunion?" I asked, quickly jotting down her answers.
She sighed, then said, "Yeah, but I didn't say anything to her. Honestly, it looked like she was bitching someone out on her phone, so no one was going near her. She always had such a horrible temper, it seems that didn't change..."
"O-OK, um, do you think she'd be behind your attack?" I ask her.
She gives a short, mirthless laugh and says, "No. She wouldn't want to get her hands dirty, not like that. No, her weapons were her words. I can't tell you how many rumors she started in that school..."
"Do you think she might hire someone to attack you?" I ask her.
Ashley scoffs and says, "Y'know, I wouldn't put it past her? Not sure if she'd hold a grudge for this long, though."
I hum then say, "OK, um, one more question...the...your...where you were found...had...um, items nearby that, uh, are lyrics to a song. I was wondering if you've ever heard of 'My Lover's Box' by Garbage?"
She shakes her head, and I continue. "Um, i-if it's ok, I could play the song for you, see if you know it?"
"I-I guess..." Ashley says hesitantly.
I play the song for her, and her face just twists in confusion. "I've never heard that song before in my life."
I sigh and say, "Thank you very much for your time, Ms. Naldi. I wish you a speedy recovery."
"Thank you. I hope I've hel-" she starts, but is interrupted by a gasp from the door.
"Oh my God, Ash! What the fuck?!" a voice from behind us says. Turning, we see a redheaded woman and a blond man rushing into the room.
"Bria? Is Lucas with you?" Ashley says, reaching her hands out.
The two people race to her side, quickly embracing her in a huge hug. Gideon, Elle, and I slip out of the room and stand in the hallway, quietly going over what we've learned.
"So, what are we thinking here? Maybe Ms. Waters is holding a grudge, and figures the best time to exact her revenge on her old friends is after they've come back for the reunion?" Gideon says, rubbing his chin with his hand.
"Nah, you heard her, she wouldn't want to get her hands dirty. If anything, I could see her hiring someone to torture them." Elle says quietly.
"Um, excuse me, Agents?" a voice from behind us says. We turn and see the blond man from before walking over to us.
"Yes, Mr..." Gideon starts.
"Davies. Lucas Davies. Are you the ones working on figuring out who did this to Ashley and Jennifer?" he says.
"Yes, Mr. Davies, we are," Elle says, inclining her head.
"Uh, after Sabrina and I visit with Ashley, would it be possible to talk to you all? We'd like this...horrible person...caught, and if there's any way we could help, we'd like to," he says, looking back in the direction of Ms. Naldi's room.
"Of course, we'll be nearby whenever you're ready, Mr. Davies," Gideon says.
With a small, tight smile, Lucas heads back into the room. "Well," Gideon says, walking to some nearby chairs and motioning for us to sit down. "Looks like we'll be here for a little while yet."
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Perfectly Flawed - Chapter 22
word count - 1.8k warnings - cursing, talk of sex and attempted sexual assault, threats of bodily harm Summary: Gideon, Elle, and Lina get a bit of background on one of the victims…
After a call to fill in the rest of the agents back at headquarters, the three of us don't have to wait long before Mr. Davies and who we assume to be Ms. Sadler walk over to us after leaving Ms. Naldi's room.
"Excuse me, Lucas told me you guys are trying to find the bastard that did this to Ash and Jenny?" the woman said as soon as she got close to us.
"Yes, we are, Ms..." Gideon starts.
"Sadler. I'm Sabrina Sadler," she says.
"Yes, Ms. Sadler, we are. I'm Agent Gideon, this is Agent Greenaway, and this is Ms. Aschebrooke, one of our tech analysts who's assisting us." Gideon says, introducing us all while the three of us stand up.
"We don't know much of what happened to Ashley and Jennifer, the hospital staff wouldn't give us any details other than what they're being treated for. They said they 'didn't have the authority to divulge that'." Lucas says, breathing out a sigh of frustration.
"Well, I'm not sure how much we can tell you while we're here, but if we can find a quiet enough spot, we can give you some details, and maybe you two could answer a few questions for us, if possible?" Elle asks, looking around for a more secluded area for our conversation.
"I, um, I remember seeing a spot pretty tucked away when we first came in, I think it could fit us..." I say quietly, fidgeting with my pen.
"In that case, please lead the way, " Gideon says gently, gesturing for me to go forward.
I dart over to where I saw the area, empty and waiting, with a few chairs that could be pulled to a table. As the others make their way over, I bring four chairs over and arrange them around the table, then place one near the others, close enough to hear the others talk so I can take notes.
Once everyone is seated, Gideon softly starts explaining how Ashley and Jennifer were found; the items around them, their injuries, and what was scrawled on the walls by them. Lucas and Sabrina look horrified, confused, and saddened as they listen to what happened to their friends.
"But, what does all of that mean?!" Lucas asks.
"That's where Ms. Aschebrooke comes in. She determined that the items, wounds, and words at the scenes correlate with two different songs. Ms. Aschebrooke, I believe you have some questions to ask Mr. Davies and Ms. Sadler." Elle says, gesturing for me to make my inquiries.
I clear my throat and ask them, "Have either of you ever heard of the songs 'My Lover's Box' by Garbage or 'Reptile' by Nine Inch Nails?"
Sabrina shakes her head, but Lucas says, "I don't think I've heard those songs, but I remember hearing about those bands. They were starting to become pretty popular when we were in high school. Why, what do these songs have to do with the attacks on our friends?"
I say, "Well, I've, um, I believe that I've identified some items and actions within the songs that these...attacks...appear to be based on. I can play the songs, see if anything jogs your memories or helps you remember if there was anyone who was particularly into those bands?"
"I mean, this is already some bizarre shit, this might help them find the asshole faster, Luc..." Sabrina says, turning to Lucas, who nods in agreement. She turns back to me and says, "Go ahead, play them."
I nod and say, "The first song is from...Ms. Naldi's...crime scene, by the band Garbage, 'My Lover's Box'." I play it for them, both of them mostly blank-faced, but wincing whenever they hear the references to the injuries Ashley incurred.
When it's done, they look at each other, then back at us, and sadly shake their heads. "That's ok, there's still the one from Ms. Wilcox's crime scene. Um, this is 'Reptile' by Nine Inch Nails." I say, making sure to repeat the title of both the songs and the bands in the hopes of stirring any recollections.
I start the song, and when it gets to the chorus, Lucas goes wide-eyed and a pained look comes over his face. "I remember this one," he says quietly. Sabrina looks at him, waiting for him to continue. He takes a breath and continues, "You remember when Roxy started that rumor about Jenny? This is what some of my...teammates...would quote when they talked about her," and on the word 'teammates' you could practically feel the venom and disgust dripping from it.
Sabrina clenches her jaw and her face goes red, as she hisses out, "Those motherfuckers, which ones, I'll find them and-" Lucas quickly and quietly says, "Bria, no. You know you can't do that, we aren't minors anymore..."
She starts taking deep breaths, and slowly her color returns to normal, but she still holds herself rigidly, obviously still enraged.
Turning to us, Lucas asks, "Did they-was there any sign of..." his voice breaking in the middle of his question.
"There was no evidence of any other assault other than the cuts to her limbs and the bruising on her neck." Elle offers gently, garnering a sigh of relief from Lucas and a slight softening in Sabrina's demeanor. Lucas nods, and Elle asks, "What is the significance of the song in relation to Ms. Wilcox?"
With a tired sigh, Lucas says, "That's...about something we're not really able to tell you, but we can go see Jenny, and see if she's ok with talking about it." Both he and Sabrina stand up, motioning for us to follow them to Ms. Wilcox's room.
"Two of our agents asked Ms. Wilcox questions earlier today, do you think she'd be willing to talk more?" Gideon asks as the three of us follow after them.
Sabrina quickly says, "To catch this bastard and prevent him from attacking anyone else? Absolutely."
As we head to Ms Wilcox's room, Lucas and Sabrina enter first to talk to her and see if she's amenable to any more questions. After a few minutes, Lucas pokes his head out and motions for us to come into the room. As we enter, we see Jennifer looking far better than in her picture from before.
After the agents and I are introduced to her, Jennifer gives us a weak smile as she says, "So, it seems I need to tell you a bit about my high school years."
"Ms. Wilcox, I know you've already talked with some of our agents earlier, but anything you can add will be greatly appreciated," Gideon says gently.
She nods and takes a deep breath to steel herself, then starts explaining. "As I'm sure you know by now, the three of us, along with Ashley Naldi and Roxanne Waters, were a tight-knit group throughout high school. The four of us girls had been best friends since grade school, and when Lucas started dating Roxy in middle school, he became sort of like a brother to the rest of us."
"Roxy had always had a bit of...let's just say a disagreeable demeanor at times, but it wasn't til 10th grade that it really started to get bad. She'd always been a bit of an elitist, making a few snide comments to some of the girls she deemed 'unworthy' of going to our school for one reason or another. Whether she didn't think you were pretty enough, or rich enough, or just not 'cool' enough in her eyes, you practically had a target painted on your back for her criticism."
"But in 10th grade, it was like a switch was flipped. Any kindness or pleasantness about her faded away unless she wanted something from you, then she'd be sugar-sweet until she got what she sought after, and then she'd go right back to her cruel self."
"My mistake was confiding in her about the time my boyfriend and I hadn't been, um, careful, and I was afraid I was pregnant. Luckily, I wasn't, but she had started a rumor that I was 'easy'. After my boyfriend and I broke up, she'd encourage me to go on dates with guys in our class. They always expected me to jump into bed with them because of the rumor, but I refused, and I used to cry on her shoulder about how all the guys wanted from me was sex."
"After a few dates like this, I started to get a little wary of meeting up with these guys, but she convinced me to go on one more. Unfortunately, that last date would not take 'no' for an answer. I remember fighting him and running over to Sabrina's, crying and telling her what he tried to do. I'll never forget how you said you were willing to 'go Lorena Bobbit on his ass' if he ever came near me again, Bria." Jennifer smiled and patted Sabrina's hand at that memory.
"Well, after that, no one asked me on any more dates, and I was fine with that, but that rumor persisted. It wasn't til Senior year that they stopped spreading that lie, but the damage to my friendship with Roxy had been done, and I'd always avoid her when I could, and not draw any attention to myself when I had to be around her. I was so glad when after prom, we kicked her out of our group. I haven't talked to her since then."
"Is there a possibility that Ms. Waters could have done this to you and Ms. Naldi?" Elle asks.
"Directly? No. Could she have gotten someone else to do this? I could totally see it." Jennifer states.
"Is she a suspect?" Lucas asks, turning to us.
"Not yet, but once we get a bit more information on her recent whereabouts, that could change," Gideon says. "Unless there's anything else that might uncover another possible offender?"
The three of them shake their heads, and Gideon then says, "Well, we thank you very much for your time. If any of you think of anything else, please don't hesitate to call us."
After bidding the three of them goodbye, Gideon, Elle, and I head back to the car, and we're silent until we start on our way back to the office.
I take a breath and ask, "Did you two get the feeling that there was way more that happened between them as well?"
Gideon nods and Elle says, "Yup. You up for a bit more digging with Garcia?"
I smile and say, "You bet."
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what are your favorite sub!spencer head-cannons?
OH MY GODD DONT PLAY WITH ME RNNNN 🤭🤭.
• He WHINES, yeah, whines. It just feels so good he has to whine so loudly.
• He’ll do literally anything to pleasure his partner, all he wants is to make them feel good.
• He likes to be bottom ( which is normally what he does when they.. ) and watch how his cock just disappears into them as they bounce and grind !!
• He cries as he orgasms. Maybe even sob, big tears flowing down his pretty face as the pleasure gets too much to handle and he can’t do anything except cry and hold on for dear life.
• I don’t know if this a head-cannon but kneeling at his partners feet and looking up at them with his big doe eyes because he’s being needy and impatient.
• After him and his partner do whatever, he always needs to be held. After-care is the most important part and probably likes it better than sex/foreplay in itself.
can you write fem!reader giving sub!spencer a hj in an empty office during work but he’s so sensitively loud and whiny🫣
Yes of course!!
Needy and whiney.
Fem!reader x sub!spencer
18+ Smut, ( oral m receiving for like 3 seconds ), hand job, slight dacryphilia?, and work sex(ish).
I listened to this while making this so this will most likely fit!!
“Spence,” I coo as I place a soft opened mouth kiss to his throbbing cock and stood up fully. Spencer had—borderline—dragged me into a vacant office far, far away from the bullpen. I figured out why when he started to whimper into my ear and basically rut himself against me like a bitch in heat when we entered the vacant office.
He shivers from the kiss I planted, watching my spit slowly trail down the length of his cock and he twitches in my hand.
I begin to stroke him, smearing all the pre-cum and saliva and he’s already a whimpering and moaning mess.
“Fuck,” He curses as he leans his head back and bucks his hips to desperately seek more pleasure. He rarely curses but when he does its.. arousing.
I stroke him faster, he whimpers and can’t help but moan; the nosies coming out of his pretty mouth echoing in the vacant office.
“Baby, we don’t want anyone to hear those pretty noises, hm? Those noises are for me only, sweet boy.” I whisper as I place a heated open mouthed kiss to the pulse point on his neck, causing him to shiver and moan louder.
“‘M sorry, ‘m so sorry, ‘feels to-.. ah, feels so, mhg, so good!” He rasped out, tears filling his pretty brown eyes as the pleasure becomes to much to bear. His fingers were digging into his palms as they—basically—frail in the air; his hips bucking and rolling violently as he becomes closer and closer to pure bliss.
“My sweet boy, always so pathetic for me, hm?”
He nods frantically, tears slowly starting to flow down his heated cheeks as his moans and whimpers get louder and more high pitched, “‘M.. so close, oh god, please!”
I stroke him faster, whispering in his ear as my free hand comes down to fondle his full balls, “Come on baby, cum for me, be a good boy.” I run my thumb over his leaking tip.
He doesn’t have to be told twice, gasping and sobbing as his entire body trembles, his eyes screwed shut in pleasure and his lips are parted in a silent scream as pure bliss floods through his body and out of his cock, his seed slipping all over my hand. I stroke him through his orgasm until he whimpers in overstimulation.
“You did so good sweet boy, you just need to work on those pretty noises.”
omg i love you already, how about giving sub early seasons spence his first bj but having a tongue piercing and he’s just losing it🤭
Honey, I’ll guide you.
afab!reader x earlyseason!spencer
18+ !! Smut, blow job, hand job, oral m receiving, and fluffy aftercare.
I listened to this song while making this so if you think another song would fit better let me know!
“Y/N..” Spencer whines in frustration as I ignore his throbbing cock that is dripping with pre-cum, the tip an angry red.
“Shh,” I coo as my fingers glide over his thighs, feeling the tremble and the muscles clench from being touched starved. “Im letting your body know that it’s okay, you’re a doctor, you know that.” I add and gently pull down his pants all the way to his ankles, watching as he kicks them away.
I sink down to my knees, watching his eyes widen and his lips part in surprise, curiosity and caution.
“W-What are y-y-you doing?” He mumbles, his face the same shade the tip of his cock is.
“Im gonna put my mouth on you, is that okay?” I ask, my hands separating his knees and I scoot closer; my face hovering over the tip of his cock and my hands resting on his thighs.
He nods eagerly and bites his bottom lip in anticipation.
I dart my tongue out and lick the underside of his throbbing cock, my ( healed ) tongue piercing makes him jump from the coldness of the metal.
“Oh my god,” He whines, pressing the back his head into the couch cushion and rolling his hips as he grips the couch. I can tell he’s still holding back. I lean back and put my hands on my thighs, causing him to whine in protest and peer down at me.
“Baby, you can touch me. Its okay. Understand?” I say, he nods frantically. “Words, honey.” I demand.
“Yes, yes! I understand. Please, please..” He whines, bucking and rolling his hips trying to seek pleasure.
I lean forward, wrapping one hand around the base of his cock and put my lips around the tip of his cock, smearing the pre-cum that was now mixed with saliva. I let my piercing glide over the slit of his tip and he involuntarily bucks his hips, “Shit!” He whimpers and puts his hands on my head, silently telling me he needed more. I lower my head until I moan and gag and start to lift my head up and down.
“Y/N!! Fuckfuckfuckfuck!” He whimpers and whines, already so close as his hips buck and roll. We’d definitely be getting noise complaints from the neighbors.
“Y/N wait!- wait stop! Im gonna-..” I moan as my free hand fondle his balls, my tongue piercing circling the slit on his tip. My hand that was on the base of his cock stroking what I couldn’t fit in my mouth. The next thing I knew ropes of cum shooting down my throat, “Y/N, oh my god, im sorry, im sorry-.. I didn’t-.. I didn’t mean to it just happe-“
I pop off his softening cock with a pop, swallowing every drop and wipe the side of my mouth. “Baby, shh, its okay.” I say, standing up and walking over to his bedroom and I hear him mumble, “Y/N?”
I grab a new pair of pajama pants and one of Spencer’s shorts. I walk back over to him and hand him the pants. He stands and as he puts them on I strip and put his shirt on.
“Oh.” He whispers, his eyes scanning me over and blush covers his cheeks and neck.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, laying down on the couch on my back, opening my arms for him. He is quick to lay on-top of me, resting his head in the crook of my neck and arms around my waist.
“Nothing, just-.. thank you.” He whispers, closing his eyes and sighing.
“You’re welcome, honey.” I whisper back and press a kiss to his temple, letting my fingers scratch at his scalp. 
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please write something with bondage and sub!spencer reid with fem!reader
Shh, shh, it’s alright.
Fem!reader x sub!spencer reid
18+ !! Smut, tying up/bondage, mentions of edging, overstimulation, tears, breeding?, praise and pet names.
“Color?” I ask as I tie the final knot that was on his ankle. He had a total of 4 knots on him; one on both of his wrists and one on both of his ankles, bounding him to the bed.
“Green- green, please..” He rasped out, tears already filling his brown eyes. His cock was standing tall; the tip an angry red from the edging I’ve been doing for the past hour beforehand.
“Please.. what?” I tease, walking over to him and leaning down; my face inches from his.
“Please.. I-I-I need you, please.. ‘m such a good boy, please..” He cries, pulling at the restrains.
“Only because you asked nicely..” I coo and climb into the bed, swinging my leg over his waist and straddle him. I stroke his cock for a couple seconds and he groans and whines, then I sit up and line him up with my entrance.
“Please!” He cries again, I chuckle, slowly sinking down on him causing a strangled moan to fall past his red plumped lips.
“You fill me up so nicely, don’t you think Spencer?” I hum, slowly circling my hips and painfully moving up and down on him.
He’s already a whimpering and crying mess, whispering, “Thank you- yes, oh my, ah, fuck, so tight-, warm, hphm-“
“Sh sh, I know sweet boy. Let me take care of you, hm?”
“Yes, yes-.. please, please, please!” He rasped out as I started picking up speed, pulling at all of his restraints as he gets closer and closer to the edge of pure bliss. I was surprised he’s already lasted this long since I had edged him for an hour before this even started. Tears run down his pretty red cheeks and onto the pillow below him.
“You gonna cum?” He nods frantically, “Fill me up, Spencer. Fill me with your cum. Make me a mommy, hm?”
My words bring him to the edge as his lips part in a silent moan and his back arches, so many tears streaming down his eyes as his body writhes and squirms.
His eyes snap open and look up at me with basically horror as I don’t stop even after he’s come and starts to writhe on the bed from overstimulation, “N-No more! I-I c-can’t!” He sobs, tears streaming down his face.
“Color?” I ask, slowing down a tad but not stopping.
“G-Green.. green..!” He whimpers.
“Good boy, doing so well, you can do one more for me can’t you?” I say, smiling. He nods frantically, already feeling another orgasm enlighten in his tummy embarrassingly fast.
I resume my past rhythm, leaning down and pressing kisses to his tears, he whimpers. “‘M you’re good boy..?”
“You’re my good boy, my bestest boy, doing so well for me, always do so well,” I coo.
He writhes on the bed and pulls at the restraint even harder now, mentally reminding myself to apply extra care to his ankles and wrist after this.
“Cum for me baby, fill me up, make me feel so full pretty boy, my sweet boy.”
He pulls his restraints like he’s being possessed, face scrunched up in pure bliss and tears run down his face as he lets out a—borderline—pornographic scream like moan and his limbs twisting as more hot seed spills into me that I don’t think are going to leave. I slow to a stop and get off, standing on shaky legs as I undo all of the restraints.
He’s just laying there with a small content smile on his face, staring at the ceiling. “I have to use the bathroom I’ll be right back, sweet boy.” He hums.
After quickly using the bathroom and cleaning myself up, I walk back into the bedroom and clean him up, applying cream to all of the red and blistering marks from the restraints. I climb into bed and he immediately clings to me, “T-thank you.. so nice.. so good..” he murmurs lazily, burying his face into the crook of my neck and blabbing nonsense.
I’ve known Spencer for years and know he always has a sentence planned out in his head before he ever says it, so now, him just blabbering nonsense makes me giggle and hold him closer.
“Sleep, sweet boy, I’ll be right here.” I coo in slight amusement and place a kiss to his temple.
He obviously doesn’t have to be told twice as he’s out like a light, so much for insomnia.
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it has to be, look at his ARMS!! and tbh who else would be wearing a horse costume on set??
Yall is this our husband????
TW!! mention/talk about SA/assault
i just saw a post about someone suggesting we bring up the rumor of Matthew assaulting a 16-year-old girl again and i absolutely need to talk about this. ps this happened a couple years ago if the information is correct
first of all, the girl who claimed he assaulted her, she’s also claimed multiple celebrities have done the same thing. which i’m not saying it’s not believable but it gets to the point where it’s kind of strange how all these famous celebrities are doing this?
second of all, yes everyone is capable of doing something like that and unfortunately even the kindest people turn out to be ‘bad guys/women’. but even the girl who claimed it even said she said it for clout and/or attention.
so please for the love of god stop spreading this nasty ass rumor!!
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Sunset embrace
Spencer Reid x Reader || Fluff
summery; Reader, spends a romantic picnic in the afternoon with Spencer, at a picturesque park. They revel in each other's company, and savoring the moment and sharing cheesy banter under the setting sun.
This is my first fanfic I have written in a long time and my first one on tumblr, it's cheesy i know but i intended it to be cheesy! Please enjoy and feedback is gladly accepted <3
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"But why write a book when I already have my own real-life romance right here?"
A soft breeze blew past, causing the nearby park trees to rustle their branches. The sounds of children playing on the playground nearby, and the smell of pine, made this the perfect setting for a picnic. Spencer Reid, the brilliant young man that he was, glanced over at you with a small smile.
He was currently laying out the blanket that he brought from the car, all while keeping his gaze fixated on you. He thought about how beautiful you looked in the sunlight, how your eye color sparkled.
"Come sit down,"
he called out, patting the spot beside him. You, of course, complied with a smile and a graceful stride, sitting next to him. You watched as he opened the picnic basket. Inside were several food items, from sandwiches, to fruit, to your particular favorite snacks.
Spencer looked at you with a smirk, holding a small plate of your favorites. "I made sure to remember to bring these for you," he said to you, gently placing them before you.
"How thoughtful of you," you replied playfully, taking one of the items from the plate and taking a bite. You hummed in contentment, enjoying the snack. You noticed Spencer staring at you with a fond smile, his deep brown eyes full of adoration.
He reached out and gently pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear.
"You know, I've been thinking," he began, shifting so he was facing you.
"I just... I was thinking about how much I love being here with you. Like this." He gestured to the park around you, the other people enjoying their day, the sounds of nature and laughter. "It's been so chaotic recently with work, and... It's nice, you know? Being here with you, with no distractions, no... No stress."
You smiled at his words, feeling your heart melt a little. You knew how hard he worked. The endless cases and the weight of the Bureau on his shoulders. It was nice to see him relax for once.
"I know what you mean," you replied, reaching out to brush a strand of hair out of his face. "It's nice to have a moment just to breathe."
Spencer hummed in agreement, letting his gaze settle on your smile. The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a few moments, just taking in each others' presence. Eventually, he spoke up again.
"You know, you really do look beautiful in this light, you know that?" he said, lifting his hand to brush a thumb against your cheek.
You blushed under his touch, feeling your heart skip a beat. He always knew just the right things to say.
"You're one to talk," you retorted with a smile, "You look pretty handsome yourself right now. It's that park lighting."
Spencer's lips quirked up in a lopsided smile, and he let out a soft chuckle. "Ah, so it's the lighting that makes me attractive, is that it?" He teased, "How shallow.."
You rolled your eyes playfully and poked his nose with your finger. "Stop being silly," you quipped, "It's not just the lighting, but it does make you look especially handsome. Though, you know, you're always handsome, lighting or no lighting."
Spencer's smile widened at your words. He loved the way you complimented him, it always made him feel special. He was used to praise for his genius, but your compliments were different, they were genuine and heartfelt.
He reached out and playfully pinched your cheek. "You're too sweet," he said, "How did I get so lucky to find such a sweet person?"
You smiled, feeling your heart swell at his words. "I could say the same about you," you replied, lacing your fingers with his.
The air was filled with a comfortable silence once again, the two of you sitting together, enjoying the moment.
The sound of laughter and the breeze blowing through the trees was the only noise that surrounded you, and it was perfect.
You laid your head on top of Spencer's chest, sighing contentedly. He instinctively wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer. He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a moment.
The two of you laid on the blanket like that for a while, simply enjoying each other's company. Every once in a while, he would reach out and brush a strand of hair out of your face, or gently stroke your arm.
After a while, the sky began to turn pink as the sun started to dip below the horizon. Spencer looked up, admiring the view. "The sunset's beautiful," he said quietly.
You hummed in agreement, tilting your head up to see the bright pinks and oranges in the sky. "It is," you said, "It's like those scenes in those cheesy romcoms."
Spencer chuckled at your comment. "Cheesy, huh?" he teased, looking down at you. "You think our relationship is something out of a cheesy romance movie?"
You laughed and playfully swatted at his chest. "Maybe," you said, "I mean, look at us. A picnic in the park, watching the sunset together. It's the perfect cliche romantic moment."
Spencer chuckled and reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "Yeah, maybe you're right," he admitted, "But if this is a cheesy romance movie, that means I get to say those cheesy lines."
You rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at your lips. "Oh, really? Go ahead then, Spencer Reid, say a cheesy line."
Spencer smirked, seeming to revel in finally having permission to be cheesy. He leaned a little closer to you and spoke in a mock-dramatic tone. "Ah, my fair lover," he began, his voice dripping with exaggerated charm, "You are the most beautiful creature I've ever laid eyes upon. Your every move is like a symphony, and your laughter is more melodic than any song I've ever heard."
A grin smears across your face and laughter spills out, unable to contain yourself at his over-the-top performance. "Oh, please," you managed to say through your laughter, "Spare me the theatrics, Shakespeare."
Spencer grinned, clearly enjoying himself. "But my dear," he continued, pretending to swoon, "Can you blame me for being swooned? Your beauty is otherworldly, your wit knows no bounds, and your presence alone is more intoxicating than the finest wine."
You rolled your eyes again, but the smile on your face betrayed your amusement. "Spoken like a true Casanova," you joked, "You should be a romance novel novelist with the way you talk."
Spencer chuckled and leaned back onto his hands. "Maybe I should," he said jokingly, "But why write a book when I already have my own real-life romance right here?"
You smiled at his words, feeling your heart flutter. "Sap," you teased, poking his chest.
Spencer chuckled and grabbed your hand, lacing his fingers with yours. "Only for you," he said, his free hand going up to your jaw, his lips kissing against yours lightly, "You bring out the sappy side in me, you know that?"
Your cheeks flushed at his words and the soft touch of his lips against yours. "I can definitely tell," you replied, leaning into his touch.
The sun had nearly set now, casting a warm, orange glow over the whole park. The sounds of crickets and distant traffic filled the air, creating a soothing white noise backdrop.
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I do hope you enjoyed this! Like I said at the top of the fanfic, feedback and advice is appreciated and accepted!
THE 5 SLUTTIEST THINGS A MAN CAN DO:
1. Ofc wear a FBI vest😉
2. When he turns to look at you like this☺️
3. Whatever this is😫 (That jawline tho🔪)
4. When he wears a short sleeved shirt AND he sticks his hands in his pocket🫡
5. When he does this tongue thing🐱
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER!!!!
Happy birthday to my favorite person of all time. Even though he most likely won’t have any idea just how much he means to me, I still love him all the same.
To the prettiest boy, Matthew.
-X
the masculine urge to hold gently but absolutely dominate at the same time
Me when I see Spencer Reid