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You caught him red handed last week. His hand turned into a fist and wrapped tightly around his cock, jerking over his length. His tip a shade of pink that somehow looked angry, needy, begging for more stimulation. You cleared your throat, standing in the corner of doorway; smirking down as the submissive man whose cock had decided that the exhibitionism of this situation was much too much to handle before he erupted. White ropes of cum spurting out of his tip, covering his soft belly with his arousal. You smirked at Spencer, evil intention in your pupils meeting with his flushed rosy creams and embarrassment.

“Oh Reid.” You mewl, a voice soft like silk and as sweet as cocoa on a snow day. He couldn’t handle the humiliation, scrambling to wipe his cum off of his skin, tossing a random shirt on over himself to his the evidence. Spencer dips his head into his hands, he knows he should never touch himself without your permission, let alone orgasm.

The following week, the scenery is slightly different. Your hand is pumping up and down his cock, in just the same furious, aggressive and animalistic fashion. The head of his cock just leaking with salty fluid, coating your hand as you jerk him. This time he was words on his tongue other than whimpers and sweet nothings to help himself get closer. “Please.. let me cum…” Reid cries, his face painted with an expression of desperation and annoyance. He thrusts his hips upwards, his dick fucking your fist until your hand fiddles with the rubber around the base of his cock. Teasing and trailing your fingers over on top of the cock ring, you giggled, happy with the punishment you had expertly given him. You nodded in response, but did no more to help him other than your continuous jerking. If he wanted to cum so badly, he could cum with the cock ring on, right?

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Fine line

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Characters: Morgan, Reid

Anonymous said: Morgan finds out that Gideon used to tickle Reid and Reid misses it so he makes it his mission to tickle him whenever he can?

A/N: Changed it up a lil. Hope you like it!

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The things he saw of Reid and Gideon’s relationship Morgan only caught glances of. A familiarity that could be felt through their shared looks and the way Reid would turn toward him when he felt uncertain. Once, just once, had Morgan seen them smile at each other at the same time.

He only saw it once too, and at the time he thought he’d made it up. Rainy. Hot coffee all over his shirt after slipping on leaves just outside of work. His mood so bad even Elle didn’t mess with him that morning upon catching sight of him exiting the elevator. He spent the time he usually spent chatting up his team by pulling paper towel after paper towel out of the dispenser, trying desperately to soak the remaining coffee stain out of his clothes. He would be late. Hotch wasn’t gonna kill him, but he was gonna be annoyed.

“Dammit,” he groaned, throwing the last of the towels in the trash and making his way toward the conference room. Another complaint was just about to leave his lips when he saw them, a glimpse just visible in the slit of the open door. Whatever he’d been about to say died at the tip of his tongue. Horrified, at first, at what he thought they were doing, only it didn’t fully seem real. The way Gideon’s hands moved over Reid’s body didn’t seem sensual at all.

Tickling him, he thought and then immediately questioned it. Had Reid really been curling in on himself just then as Gideon skittered his fingers over his sides? Because only seconds later, as Hotch passed him and entered the room, both of them were perfectly collected.

Reid made a face when he saw him. “What happened to you?” Not a single trace of laughter in his voice, although Morgan was certain - was he? - he’d been giggling.

He shook his head. “I spilled my coffee and have frankly had a terrible morning.”

“Not as bad as Mr Anderson and his family,” Gideon said, maybe too casually, and Morgan forgot all about him possibly tickling their youngest member as he caught the blood on the photographs spread across the table.

He brought it up years later, the two of them sharing a hotel room in a little town in rural Montana. Neither of them were drinking, but the intensity of the case had made them delirious enough that it felt like it. Morgan threw a balled up sock at Reid, who did little about it. “Speaking of Gideon,” he started, having let Reid talk about him without interrupting. He did that sometimes. Morgan never pressed him. “I need some clarity about something from ages ago. Like, pre-Prentiss times.”

“Okay.” He gripped the sock which had landed on his lap. Threw it onto the bed, watched it bounce off and onto the floor. “Go ahead.”

“This is kind of, uh. Weird? To ask, I mean.”

Reid frowned, evidently more on edge now. “What is it?”

“It’s about something I saw. Or I think I saw. And to be fair I’m not sure why it’s stuck with me for this long, but it has.”

“Morgan, you’re scaring me.”

“Did he ever tickle you? Because I swear I once saw him tickling you, but then you were acting all normal only seconds later and I think I want to know more to make sure I’m not going crazy.” For some reason, as he spoke, Morgan could feel that Reid was getting embarrassed and was torn between giving him space by looking away and staring into his soul because he couldn’t comprehend why he would get embarrassed in the first place.

“Oh,” was all he said, and by the time Morgan had made up his mind to stare Reid was glaring a hole into the floor.

Morgan held up his hands. “You don’t have to tell me. Forget I asked, okay?”

“He did that sometimes,” Reid said quietly.

“Tickle you?”

“Yes.”

“Oh.”

He looked up. Eyes locked. “That’s weird, right?”

“Is it?”

“Most people would think so.”

“Do I look like most people to you?”

Reid’s smile was shy. He didn’t elaborate.

Obviously Morgan couldn’t stop thinking about it. Reid being ticklish and Reid trusting someone enough to be vulnerable like that around them. However it had started, whatever the reason, it apparently brought them both enough comfort for it to continue once Reid started in the BAU. There was something precious about that. Precious and heartbreaking. Morgan couldn’t understand why he found it heartbreaking.

“Can I ask you something?”

They were at Reid’s apartment. Morgan couldn’t remember how he started going there, but it was a weekly thing at that point.

“Will I regret it if I say yes?” Reid replied, not looking up from whatever he was looking up on his computer.

Morgan snorted. “Probably.”

“Well, now I’m curious, so ask anyway.”

“Why tickling?”

Reid froze for only a second, invisible to the untrained eye, only Morgan of course was about to get a masters degree in Spencer Reid at that point. He didn’t try to dismiss his curiosity this time. Only waited for Reid to slowly look up, cheeks slightly pink.

“I’m unsure,” he admitted. “I reckon it was something that started when I was young and continued when I got older. He didn’t do it often, mind you. But occasionally.”

Morgan nodded. “Okay, so the origins are uncertain. But why keep it up? Did you enjoy it?”

A deeper pink. “I didn’t dislike it.”

“Not really answering my question, but I can put the pieces together.” He was trying extremely hard not to grin.

Reid looked away, fully red now. “He didn’t seem to have any rhyme or reason for when he did it. He just always knew when it was needed.”

“Did he only do it briefly or fully pin you?”

“Only briefly.”

“Do you miss it?”

“More often than I think I realized.” He shook his head. “I started thinking about it when you brought it up last time. I haven’t stopped since.”

Morgan crossed his arms. “I mean, if you ever wanted anyone else to do it.” He trailed off. He knew Reid knew what he meant.

Reid ran a hand over his face. “I’ll keep it in mind.”

“Seriously. I would be down.”

“I know, Morgan.”

Things became weird after that. Not uncomfortable, necessarily, but Morgan felt like Reid was on edge around him. As if he thought he would just attack him out of nowhere. As if Morgan would ever do that now, knowing what he knew.

He kept thinking about it, though. Reid giggling under his fingers. Reid wanting him to tickle him.

It was safe to say he was going a little crazy.

“Why are you looking at him like that?” Garcia demanded more than once, because apparently Morgan had completely lost his sense of subtlety.

“Like what?” he asked, defensive and aware of it.

“Like you’re obsessed with him or something.” Her voice was softer when she said that. Morgan wondered what she thought. Was too afraid to ask.

“Okay, this is getting ridiculous.” He wasn’t prepared for Reid to be the one to bring it up. “As much as I will hate every second of it, we should probably talk.”

Morgan wasn’t sure why he felt himself flush. “Right. We should.” He turned toward the semi-empty office. “Uh. Conference room?”

“You’ve been avoiding me ever since I admitted to missing it,” Reid said as Morgan closed the door behind them. He looked like he was trying very hard to act nonchalant about it all, but Morgan could see right through him. He was hurt.

“I swear I haven’t. At least not on purpose.”

“You think it’s weird.”

“No-”

“You think I’m weird.”

“The only thing I find weird is my inability to figure out how to navigate this.” He shook his head. “I can’t stop thinking about it and I don’t know how you want me to act.”

Reid blinked. “Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh.” Morgan ran a hand over his face. “I feel like if I do it you’d get mad at me for trying to replace him, but also pretending I don’t know about it might make you think I don’t care or find it weird - evidently I was right - but look, Reid, I don’t find it weird, okay? I’m just terrified of crossing a boundary here.”

Reid was flushing to the roots of his hair. “Okay. Okay, that makes sense. I’m sorry-”

“You don’t have to apologize.”

“You really don’t have to do anything just because he did.”

“But I want to.” It was the first time Morgan admitted it aloud. “I want to do it.”

Reid averted his gaze. “Why?”

“Because I want to see you laugh and squirm.” Morgan’s smile softened. “And because I want to bring you comfort if you need it, or whatever it does for you. And listen, if that was something you only did with him, I’ll respect that.”

“I did that with my mom, too,” he said quietly. “That’s why Gideon did it. And why Ethan did it.”

“Your ex?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, if you want one more person to do it for you, I’m here.”

Reid finally, finally, smiled. “I know.” A beat, and, “Thanks.”

The next day, Morgan got to work. They still hadn’t really figured it all out - Reid said not having had to discuss it with anyone before was part of it. Morgan would be damned if he couldn’t figure this out like the ones before him had.

So he watched him.

Reid knew he was watching him, obviously, but life continued. New cases fell on their desks, and after a particularly bad one, when all of them were exhausted and quiet, Morgan wondered if this was the time. If he should sit down next to him on the jet and poke his side. But it didn’t feel right. He felt Reid wouldn’t appreciate it.

He stumbled upon several moments like that during the next few weeks, where the genius could either really need a good laugh or to be comforted, but Morgan couldn’t ever decide if it was the right time. He was starting to feel frustrated himself.

In the end, he just did it. No preamble. No second thoughts. If it was the wrong time, Reid would let him know.

He could tell Reid was stressed and overwhelmed and second guessing himself, and maybe that wasn’t the right time to tickle someone, but Morgan knew how Reid felt about it. That, in the right circumstances, it could make him feel better.

And so he circled his hands around his waist, said, “Cut yourself some slack, pretty boy,” and curled his fingers over skin. Reid jumped, but instead of squirming away he squirmed into him, a gentle laugh Morgan would think of for the next coming weeks slipping out before he could stop it, and Morgan was sure that even if it didn’t help it most definitely didn’t hurt.

That was all he could hope for, really.

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maybe i’m projecting but spencer is so ace coded- he’s demisexual and biromantic to me !!

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- SPENCER REID FIC RECS 2 -

he is so pretty i want to cry | note: please be aware of the authors’ warnings before reading. fics include canon tw’s like: violence, death, grief, blood. some fics have 18+ content so minors please DNI.

part 1 | main masterlist

SERIES - MULTI-CHAPTERS

use somebody | part 2 • spencer reid x fem!reader

↳ by @reidmania (sunshine!reader, fluff, pining, slight angst)

sharpest tool • spencer reid x fem!reader

↳ by @reidmania (fluff, angst +18 but not smut, hurt/comfort, miscommunication)

wanted: a gentleman | lips of a gentleman | if you love me right • spencer reid x fem!reader

↳ by @gghostwriter (very fluffy)

make you feel my love | turning tables • spencer reid x bau!fem!reader

↳ by @reidmarieprentiss (hostage situation, angst, rejection, comfort)

just friends! | what a coincidence! • spencer reid x fem!reader

↳ by @tangledinlove (childhood best friends to lovers, fluff)

never forget a face | late-night talking • spencer reid x fem!reader

↳ by @forhappysake (grumpy x sunshine, comfort, a little suggestive, age-gap)

not our scene | part 2 • spencer reid x fem!shy!reader

↳ by @kisses4reid (fake dating, both spencer and reader are shy, fluff)

him • spencer reid x reader

↳ by @godsfavdarling (anxious!reader, hurt/comfort, fluff)

ONE-SHOTS - BLURBS - HC'S

the one with the bra • boyfriend!spencer reid x reader

↳ by @daydreamingqueen1 (fluff, little suggestive)

recharging • spencer reid x fem!reader

↳ by @railingsofsorrow (dad!spencer, fluff, hurt/comfort)

better than revenge • spencer reid x fem!reader

↳ by @avis-writeshq (best friends to lovers, mutual pining, fluff, slowburn, happy ending)

i'll hold your weight when you can't • spencer reid x reader

↳ by @shewroteaworld (sunshine!reader, fluff, comfort)

everytime we touch • spencer reid x gn!reader

↳ by @idmakeitbehave (5+1, fluff)

the playground • dad!spencer reid x fem!reader

↳ by @whiskeyghoul (very fluffy)

misletoe • spencer reid x gn!reader

↳ by @reiding-writing (flufff)

i wish i knew you wanted me • spencer reid x reader

↳ by @irndad (angst, rejection, spencer’s addiction, jealous!spencer)

yours • spencer reid x fem!reader

↳ by @aliteralsemicolon (smut, fluff, a little angst and i think this is idiots in love?)

twenty questions • spencer reid x bau!gn!reader

↳ by @viaisms (fluff)

an “i love you” that isn’t words • spencer reid x reader

↳ by @mcondance (fluff, very domestic)

between heart beats • spencer reid x reader

↳ by @vee6lolz (angst)

not enough • spencer reid x bau!fem!reader

↳ by @g0dlyunsub (angst but also fluff, hurt/comfort)

the whole world • dad!spencer reid x mom!fem!reader

↳ by @spencereid-reads (very fluffy)

i’d give you my sunshine, give you my best • spencer reid x reader

↳ by @mwahmimi (veryy fluffy)

bundle of nerves • spencer reid x fem!reader

↳ by @gghostwriter (fluff, fainting)

down the fire escape and into my heart • spencer reid x fem!reader

↳ by @justawhitebloodcell01 (meet cute, fluff)

call your mom • spencer reid x reader

↳ by @railingsofsorrow (exes to lovers, hurt/comfort)

amorphous • spencer reid x fem!reader

↳ by @pathologicalreid (fluff)

your beauty never scared me • spencer reid x bau!fem!reader

↳ by @auroralwriting (fluff, comfort)

all of the books beside your bed • spencer reid x reader

↳ by @tlou-reid (very fluffy)

cherry picking • spencer reid x fem!reader

↳ by @certaimromance (mentions of sex, miscommunication, fluff)

period disturb • spencer reid x reader

↳ by @vanteguccir (fluff, comfort)

innocent love • spencer reid x fem!reader

↳ by @cookiescribble (smut, fluff, both spencer and reader are virgin)

north star • spencer reid x uni student!reader

↳ by @parfaitblogs (post prison spencer, trauma, nightmares, hurt/comfort)

i keep you clean; you surrounded me • husband!spencer reid x fem!reader

↳ by @nereidprinc3ss (spencer’s addiction, comfort)

dearest friend • spencer reid x reader

↳ by @endearng (idiots in love, jealous!spencer, fluff, a little angst)

the bolter; cannibal• spencer reid x bau!fem!reader

↳ by @ophelia-is-complex (angst, comfort)

opposite • spencer reid x bau!reader

↳ by @reidsbabyhoney (angst, a little fluff)

why didn’t you tell me? • spencer reid x fem!reader

↳ by @unequivocallyreid (smut, angst with happy ending)

heavenly • spencer reid x fem!reader

↳ by @dudeitiskarev (post prison spencer, age-gap, smut, fluff, so so good)

stolen glances • spencer reid x fem!reader

↳ by @justawhitebloodcell01 (fluff)

last, last time • spencer reid x reader

↳ by @sweatervest-obsessed (angst, breakup, kidnapping, tw: dv)

federal beach investigation • spencer reid x fem!reader

↳ by @reidmarieprentiss (fluff)

the prodigy path • spencer reid x fem!reader

↳ by @imagining-in-the-margins (comfort, a little angst, dad!spencer)

two pair • spencer reid x reader

↳ by @unlosts (sososo sweet spencer, fluff)

what do we do now? • spencer reid x fem!reader

↳ by @anniebeemine (unplanned pregnancy, fluff)

light as a feather • spencer reid x fem!reader

↳ by @unseededtoast (fluff, general cm stuff, comfort)

one bright morning • spencer reid x fem!reader

↳ by @unseededtoast (angst, trauma, blood, comfort, lightly suggestive)

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“Wait! Wait! I didn’t have enough time to prepare!”

You beg him to stop and squeal at the first touch. Giggles falling from your lips before you even realise you’re doing it. You thrash your chest into Spencer’s, writhing under his fingers.

He chuckles in response, holding your wrists together and above your head with one hand. Squeezing up and down your exposed side with the other, his touch is firm but playful, taking extra special care in not pressing too hard onto your ribs. His smile beams a spotlight down on you as he watches you wriggle around, almost dancing to escape the sensation.

“You can’t prepare to not be ticklish! It’s a natural bodily reaction. Did you know there’s actually two types of tickling? There’s knismesis which is essentially the lighter touch, like a bug landing on you and the reaction being the itchy feeling you just have to scratch but it doesn’t make you laugh. And there’s also this, what’s happening to you right now. It’s called gargalesis, it’s a harder form of touch which causes that pretty laughter that I can hear right now, and that quite frankly, glass shattering squeal noise when I get too close to your underarm.”

Spencer exclaims. He chuckles at the same squeal he was talking about escaping your lips as his fingers spider-walk from your hipbone all the way up to your armpit, swirling a single finger around in gentle circles in the hollow of your arm.

You manage to knock your wrists out of his grip, pulling your arms down and wrapping them around yourself in a self-hug to protect your sensitive spots. Still letting out residual giggles from the brutal onslaught.

“Wow. You are super ticklish.”

He speaks with a smirk, swiping the hair that has managed to wrap itself into your mouth from your squirming away from your tongue and behind your ear. Spencer’s hands find the small of your back and his open palm rubs against your spine softly.

“You are the absolute worst Spencer Reid.”

You babble, unable to wipe the smile off of your flushed face. He smiles back down at you, pressing his chin to the top of your head shyly. Holding you in an awkward hug he sways you in his hold from side to side, rocking you gently. Your heartbeat slows and syncs in time with his, your fingers interlocking before he speaks.

“The worst at giving you a thorough, hands on education on bodily reactions that I think you should be grateful for.”

You loved this nerd.

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The best medicine🫂

"You need to relax kid. There's only so much stress a person can take before they explode, like pop."

Derek explained, his voice soft but his words playful. He'd always known Reid was a perfectionist but there was absolutely nothing he could add to the case files that would complete them anymore than he'd already done. Spencer always found the cases with children the most emotionally demanding, especially when it was all out of their control. Even a genius with an eidetic memory couldn't fix what had been done in this particular case.

"Actually experiencing a moderate amount of stress is normal and can even be beneficial, as it can help motivate and focus attention. Anyway, I'm fine. It's nothing I can't handle. Now stop distracting me and let me get back to my paperwork."

Spencer rolls his eyes, his mind engulfed in the case. He sips his 4th cup of coffee from that day, making a face when he tastes the bitter liquid, remembering he'd used the last of the sugar several hours prior. Reid sticks his head back into the case files, scanning over each words at an alarming rate. All of his focus is transfixed on the information in front of him, so much so that he doesn't sense Morgan sneaking up behind him. Gripping him into a bear hug from behind, trapping him against the back of his chair.

He sneaks his fingers, poising them strategically on Spence's sides, steadying them firm against his shirt-clad skin.

"What- Morgan! What on earth are you doing?"

Spencer splutters out, his voice breathy and full of confusion. He struggles against Derek's arms uselessly; whilst he's a genius, there's no way to overpower him with intellect when Morgan has him pinned.

"I told you. You need to relax, pretty boy. But don't you worry, I'm here to help you."

Morgan's smirk is audible, spinning Spencer's chair to face him, he chuckles as he looks Spencer up and down. Reid's face is flushed, a sweet blush that perfectly compliments his cheeks. Looking like a lost lamb, he glances at Derek as his heart starts to beat faster from the cheeky look in his eye.

"Ah, yes because the pinnacle of relaxation is being stuck to my chair. Of course, my foolishness."

Spencer snaps back, matching Morgan's playfulness.

"Just wait Dr Reid, you're gonna be so relaxed that you're not gonna know what's hit you. Now I'm gonna touch you, is that okay?"

Reid nods shyly, unsure of how the situation is going to play out.

"You're safe with me, remember that. Now, I'm gonna need you to laugh for me."

Morgan teases, Reid's demeanor still confused and slightly fearful but when he lets out the breath he's been holding this entire time Derek knows he's okay.

"Laugh for you? What do you-"

Spencer shrieks under his fingers, they poke and prod in the spaces between his ribs. Scratching at all the clothed skin he could reach, smiling down at the snickering genius.

"No! Stop!-"

He begs, throwing his head back and allowing himself to laugh openly. Mentally begging that Morgan doesn't find his sweet spot, he could handle being tickled on his ribs for a while, but his under arms? That's a different story.

Derek traces his fingers over the thin shirt, traveling down to his sides and scribbling his nails over his belly.

"Aww, look at you! Pretty boy can't think when he's getting tickled huh?"

He teases with a singsong tone to his voice, holding Reid in place as much as he can as he writhes in his grip.

"Morgan! Stop!"

Reid begs, letting out a snort of laughter. Derek coos, filling the air with aww's. Spencer pulls at his arms, desperately trying to clamp them to his sides to protect himself from the ticklish onslaught.

He swallows hard and makes a strangled noise, almost like it was stuck in his throat. Derek's fingers squeeze up his sides, reaching his armpits.

"No! Anywhere but there!"

Spencer squeaks a high-pitched noise, trying to swivel the chair around to knock Morgan's balance. His co-worker winks, a shit eating grin rising his lips up into a smile, his dimples deepen and becoming more prominent.

"Oh bad spot huh? Don't worry, it's not gonna hurt, it'll just tickle."

Morgan lets out a laugh of his own as he swirls one finger in each underarm. Practically sitting on Reid's lap, restraining him more as he leans over him. Spencer bucks his hips frantically, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. Refusing to look Derek in the eye as he bellows out his demands for him to stop. His demands are only met with a smirk and fingers digging under his arms, searching for the most sensitive spots. When he notices Spence wheeze, gasping for air, his fingers still and remove from his underarms. Derek's hands find Reid's hair, petting it softly, running them through the strands soothingly.

"Breathe kid. It's okay, I got you."

Morgan whispers into his ear as Spencer lets residual giggles spill from his lips.

"You- you are so mean."

Spencer pants, eventually catching his breath and chuckling at his own comment.

"Maybe a little, but you don't seem as stressed now. I'm right aren't I?"

"Well there is such thing as tickle therapy, Tickling therapy releases endorphins into the body, known as the happy hormone, this has an undoubted effect on relieving stress and improving health. But the ancient Romans actually used tickling as a method of torture."

Reid rambles, grateful to be able to speak without being cut off by his own laughter. Morgan smiles down at him once more, happily looking at his best friend. His hair is messy and he's a little sweaty, but his smile is beaming from ear to ear.

"Is that so Dr? You know I'm here to give you 'therapy' whenever you need it pretty boy."

Derek ruffles Reid's hair playfully, rough-housing with him once more. Spence would never admit it, but despite his aversion of touch over his phobia of germs, he loved these moments with his brother.

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Safe word

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Characters: Hotch/Rossi

Summary: Rossi finds out about the safe word the team has and rarely uses.

A/N: For the person who prompted this!

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Hotch has never used the safe word himself, though he’d nodded in agreement when Gideon had brought up the idea. “In case things get too much. No questions asked.” Not that Hotch really asked questions anyway. Felt it was better if he didn’t know details that could make his job complicated.

His team hadn’t used the safe word much either, despite Hotch having initially encouraged it. It had been years by the point he told Rossi of it, having almost forgotten it himself as he filled the agent in on what had changed since he’d last been a part of the BAU.

“Safe word.” Rossi tasted the term, swirling it around in his mouth. “For?”

“If an agent gets uncomfortable for whatever reason. Say a case hits too close to home.” Like the gay bar case, he didn’t say. Each case involving children, he didn’t say.

“Ah.” Rossi was a reasonable man, but Hotch had expected him to question it anyway and was surprised when he didn’t. “Has anyone used it for other things?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, let’s say a cop gets too handsy and we’re in the middle of a small town, Georgia.” He stirred his tea. Took a sip. “Or if we’re working with a force who is openly racist.”

“It’s never happened before - the team using the safe word for that, I mean - but I reckon that would be a reason to use it, too.” Hotch wondered if they knew it. Maybe he needed to tell them.

“And they’ve never used it on each other?”

“No- well, actually.” A flicker of a memory. Early days. A dimmed bar. Morgan and Elle messing with Reid a little too much until he threw the safe word in their direction. They’d been grumpy about it, but had dropped whatever they’d been teasing him about. No questions asked. “Once,” he said.

“Huh.” Rossi tilted his head. “I’m not sure if I’m proud or disappointed they’re not taking advantage of it more.”

“Well, let’s not give them any ideas. It might lose its effect.”

“But do you think they would use it if they needed it? I have a feeling they wouldn’t.”

“I think so too.”

Hotch reached for his coffee. They let the subject drop.

*

The snow hadn’t yet settled fully on the ground when Hotch slipped on a patch of semi-hidden ice and cracked his head open. At least that was what he’d been expecting to happen, only Rossi seemed to gain superhuman speed and caught him just in time. Gripping his elbow tightly, his other hand cradling the back of Hotch’s head. It was probably a sight, the two suit-clad men in this position, but Hotch was too busy trying to calm his frantically beating heart to care.

“Steady now,” Rossi said, the end of his sentence coming out in a shocked laugh. “Holy shit.”

“Yeah.” Hotch grabbed Prentiss’ offered hand. “Holy shit.”

“Are you okay?” she asked, clearly unsure of how to act.

Hotch winced. “Honestly?”

“Preferably.”

“I think I twisted my ankle.” He was feeling it now. A sharp ache which was getting worse each time he tried to put any weight on it.

“Here.” Rossi reached for him again. “Lean against me. Let’s get you inside. We have a first aid kit, right?”

“I’m okay, Dave,” Hotch said later, watching the other man attempt to bandage his ankle up. It felt oddly intimate, having his shoe off in his office. While he knew some of his team had extra clothes for long days, sitting at their desks wearing sweatshirts and, occasionally, slippers, Hotch had never been the kind. Had always spent each and every day in his suit and dress shoes. While Rossi usually matched him with the suit, he was known to undo his tie and pull a cardigan out of his satchel if he felt the need.

Hotch felt naked, and Hotch was in pain. Miraculously, Rossi’s hand around his shin didn’t make it worse, though it didn’t really make it better either.

“Tell me if it’s too tight.”

Hotch inhaled as Rossi finished wrapping and started tying. “It feels fine.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure.”

Rossi stilled for a moment, letting his fingers slide down toward his foot. “Nothing else is bruised, is it? Can you move your toes?”

Hotch snorted. “Since when are you a doctor?”

“Since you decided to start falling left and right. Wiggle your toes for me.”

“It was one time, Dave-”

“Toes.” Rossi repeated, reaching out to touch his sole.

The safe word came out in a hiss and Rossi’s hands snapped away immediately. “Sorry,” Hotch said, panting. “It hurt.”

“I’m sorry. I should’ve been more careful.” He seemed slightly panicked. Hotch felt bad for him, being caught up in all this.

“You’re fine,” he said, wiggling his toes like he’d been instructed, partly to make sure he could.

Rossi straightened and Hotch couldn’t imagine putting his shoe back on. He wished he had slippers. He wished he had a couch.

“It also tickled,” he found himself saying. He found himself saying way too much around Rossi in general.

He raised an eyebrow. “When I touched your foot?”

“Yeah. But it hurt when I jerked away.”

“Hm. I’ll have to remember that.”

He let out a laugh, which Hotch nearly matched, only he knew he would have to ask his colleague to help him with his shoe in approximately ten seconds and was a little too preoccupied with that.

This was going to be a long week.

*

“I can’t believe you used the safe word because I tickled you.”

“I used the safe word because you tickling me hurt.”

Rossi rolled his eyes. He was half naked beside Hotch, both of them spread out under the covers. Long story. Another time. “So you’re saying me tickling you now wouldn’t result in you abusing our precious safe word?”

Hotch exhaled slowly, mostly to compose himself. “Of course not, but if I did, I trust you would respect it.”

Rossi ran a finger over his arm. “I did last time, didn’t I?”

“Out of fear.”

“Hey now, you had just taken a fall.”

“You’re making me sound like an old man.”

Rossi laughed and Hotch grinned. Snowflakes were whirling outside, dancing under the street lights. Safe, Hotch realized. He felt safe.

“You would use it, wouldn’t you?” Rossi suddenly said. “If I went too far? Or in any other situation? Not just with me. In general.” He turned to face him, propped up on his elbow. “You would, right?”

Hotch didn’t respond, face suddenly feeling hot.

Rossi groaned. “Aaron, oh my god. So stubborn.”

His fingers dancing on Hotch’s ribs weren’t unexpected per se, but they still caught him off guard. Hotch wasn’t used to being tickled, which was probably why he almost expected himself to choke out the safe word and was surprised when he didn’t. Instead, he let Rossi evade his attempts at stopping him, and soon laughter started pouring out. Only in chunks. A panicked giggle. A realization that he wouldn’t mind if this was his life now, sprained ankle and everything.

“It’s not that I want you to get to the point of using the safe word,” Rossi said, grabbing Hotch’s wrist. “But I must be doing a poor job if you’re not even considering it.”

Hotch rolled his eyes as best he could while still somewhat laughing. “Have you considered I might not be very ticklish?”

“I have, actually, but I don’t believe that unless I try every spot.”

“I’m going to regret having told you, won’t I?”

“There’s always that safe word. But something tells me you don’t want to use it.” He grinned. “We’ll unpack that later. Now lift your arm.”

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Spencer had only been in an orgasm denial punishment for 3 days. But such a smart mind seeps away when he’s horny, leaving him nothing but a mindless submissive.

When you walked through the door, he practically jumps at you. Wrapping his arms behind your neck, nuzzling his face into the side of your throat. He breathes in your perfume and that’s when you feel it. His needy boner poking into your thigh, begging to be acknowledged. A smirk plasters over your face and you run your fingers through his unruly curls, your nails scratching softly against his scalp. Letting out a chuckle when you notice the goosebumps appearing on his wrists. Your boyfriend was always so worked up over so little touch.

He whimpers, a noise you’d listen to all day if you could. “Already baby? I’ve only just gotten through the door.” You speak, your words sickly sweet in his ear. “You said three days.” Spencer whines, “please.. I’ve been so good.” Your hand grips onto his thigh, bringing his tutting against yourself to a holt. Sliding your fingers up and over his bulge, tracing your index finger over the tip of his clothed cock. You can only imagine how he’s weeping for you, leaking into his boxers under your manicure.

“If you want me to touch you, you’ll need to beg.” You murmur, your dimples peeking into your skin from your smug, beaming smile. “P-please…” Spencer whines, pulling your shirt down and making light work of your bra. His lips latching onto the flesh of your breast before he swirls his tongue over your hardened nipple. “What’s the magic word Spence?” You tease, your voice full of playfulness and dominance. “Please, Mommy?” He responds like clockwork, feeding into your soft domination.

“There’s my good boy.” You speak before pushing him onto his knees, looking up at you through his already dampened eyelashes. His eyes full of hope and need, ready to be owned and used by his mommy.

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Thinking about cuffing brat!Spencer's wrists to the headboard of the bed and watching him writhing as he searches for your touch. Denying him of relief you kneel between his legs and put on a show for his eyes only.

Tweaking your nipples and squeezing them, your hand finding its way to your clit causing you to let out the softest moans.

Spencer is in agony, his cock is throbbing, aching. Allowing him a taste of pleasure, you bend down. Your tongue tracing a stripe up his sack and kitty licking over his length. Reaching his tip, he freezes up. Eyes glued shut and his head shaking, cheeks reddening from embarrassment and yanking at his binds. His cock leaks pearlescent beads of cum, flowing out of him like a fountain whilst he squints his eyes closed tighter.

You chuckle, the breath from your laughter against his skin giving his goosebumps and he shivers under the cold metal of his cuffs. Still pulling at them for freedom. He knows he's going only going to be punished more for not asking for permission.

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Thinking about cuffing brat!Spencer's wrists to the headboard of the bed and watching him writhing as he searches for your touch. Denying him of relief you kneel between his legs and put on a show for his eyes only.

Tweaking your nipples and squeezing them, your hand finding its way to your clit causing you to let out the softest moans.

Spencer is in agony, his cock is throbbing, aching. Allowing him a taste of pleasure, you bend down. Your tongue tracing a stripe up his sack and kitty licking over his length. Reaching his tip, he freezes up. Eyes glued shut and his head shaking, cheeks reddening from embarrassment and yanking at his binds. His cock leaks pearlescent beads of cum, flowing out of him like a fountain whilst he squints his eyes closed tighter.

You chuckle, the breath from your laughter against his skin giving his goosebumps and he shivers under the cold metal of his cuffs. Still pulling at them for freedom. He knows he's going only going to be punished more for not asking for permission.

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Prank War (Derek/Spencer)

Summary: After a prank, Derek decides he's had enough of Spencer's shenanigans. (For the first of @august-anon's weekly Tickletober prompts!! I hope you all enjoy, thanks to everyone who voted for this ship!!)

With such a serious job, it was no wonder that the Behavioral Analysis Unit often found themselves engaging in childlike behavior to lighten the mood around the office.

It was evident in the way Peneleope dug up their old school photos and showed them off to the others, teasing comments ready on their tongues about Emily’s goth fashion. Or, the way Emily could be found braiding JJ’s hair on the jet, or how everyone still whined and pouted when Spencer beat them at various board and card games.

However, Derek and Spencer got up to much more ridiculous things than that. It had started small, with stolen pens and rearranged desks. Then, Derek tied Spencer’s shoelaces together while he was asleep on the jet, resulting in a very ungraceful face-plant. Spencer retaliated by replacing the sugar in the bullpen with salt, which ended up inconveniencing more than just Morgan, which he only felt a little bit bad about.

The tension between the two agents was high, always having a suspicious look on their faces when they were together. Their interactions were laced with mischief, an underlying buzz of anticipation.

Derek quickly got fed up with their little game, because Spencer’s pranks were becoming increasingly irritating, and he refused to admit defeat over salty coffee and stolen belongings. It was so ridiculous, so childish—and yet, he didn’t want to give up, to concede that Reid had won. Fighting dirty seemed like a more appealing option.

No one seemed alarmed when Derek essentially pounced on Spencer one evening, the jet having been otherwise quiet. Spencer had been engrossed in a novel, and let out a startled shriek when he was attacked, and Morgan hadn’t even moved his fingers before Spencer started babbling.

“Wait, wait, Morgan, we can talk about this! I’m sorry!” he cried, trying desperately to push the other man away, but it was no use.

Derek just chuckled, easily dodging Spencer’s flailing limbs. “Oh, it’s way too late for apologies, pretty boy,” he said, hands finding the doctor’s sides and squeezing.

Rossi snorted to himself, Hotch pinched the bridge of his nose, but there was a fond smile fighting its way onto his face. Emily gave a fond roll of her eyes, and JJ pulled out her phone, snapping some photos to send to Penelope.

The case they’d been working on had ended happily, as happily as it could have. There had already been a light, positive vibe in the air that evening, and it was easy to fall into silliness. People would probably expect that the worst cases led to them needing to be cheered up, but those things were…Well, the things that they worked with were impossible to “cheer up” from. Those rough cases, those were the ones that left everyone silent, trying to lose themselves in music or books. A hug was sometimes welcome, but laughter…Laughter needed to wait until the dust had settled.

But the case had ended well, and so, Spencer’s high-pitched giggling was a welcome sound.

“Morgan, please,” he gasped. Derek’s fingers had found a sweet spot just at the bottom of his ribs, and he wouldn’t stop tweaking it. “I’ll do whatever you want, please!”

“Hmm…” Derek said. “What if all I want is my revenge?”

Spencer whimpered before dissolving into laughter again as Derek switched to spidering over his belly. “I’ll do all your paperwork for a week!”

“Make it a month.”

“I’ll pretend I’m not hearing this,” Hotch said. The smile had finally broken through his defenses.

Derek chuckled, JJ snapped another photo, and Spencer curled desperately into a ball to escape his touch. With the promise of that month of paperwork, Derek seemed willing to concede. He just had one more requirement for his mercy.

“And, you gotta stop with this prank stuff, alright?” Derek said, giving him a couple quick pokes.

Spencer giggled and batted his hands away. “Yes, yes, alright!”

And with that, he went back to his seat, a smug smile on his face.

Spencer, pink in the face, straightened his tie and fixed his hair, before resuming the book he’d been reading. Conversation resumed as normal, the flight continued without incident.

The ridiculousness had ended, but it would likely return soon. If not in the form of a prank war or tickle fight, it would be a night of karaoke at a bar, or watching baby animal videos on Garcia’s computer. With a job like theirs, the moments of laughter were necessary. It kept them all afloat, alive. They always managed to find some light at the end of the tunnel.

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