#lee Spencer

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happy tummy tuesday! second clip from my lovely session with @daisylovestickles 🥰

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Another Feet Friday that absolutely killed me! I can’t believe how ticklish the Pursonic toothbrush feels…

Especially on the sides of the feet

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[t1red-twilight]

hands

summary: mgg hand appreciation post

content/warnings: gn!reader, suggestive, mdni, fluff, semi-public makeout, hair pulling, cursing

notes: wrote about this in a headcannons post, and a commenter supported the notion of me writing more of it🙈

word count: 0.5k

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the way spencer was kissing you could be described with one word: hungry.

he was very passionately kissing you in an empty meeting room in the fbi office building. it was after hours, so there was less of a worry of being walked in on.

he smelled more musky than usual, and you could hear his little whines and moans when you would do something that he liked.

you tried so hard to be more perceptive of what he was doing and how you could make this a pleasurable experience for him as well, but you could not focus.

and while you were very invested in the way that he was kissing you, the way he was grabbing and pulling at you had you breathless.

it had started with him holding your face rather gently. his hands were so large, and they practically encompassed your face. they were covering your cheeks and part of your jaw and his thumbs were resting on your cheekbones.

he had stared at you while holding you like this before he pulled you in. and while he was always gentle and sensitive, he was always heated and intense.

his left hand moved back into your hair and he tightened his grip ever so slightly. this caused you to gasp into his mouth and he smiled into the kiss as a response. his right hand moved to the place where your neck met your collarbone.

his mouth moved to the opposite side of your neck, where he began sucking lightly. although, you could only pay attention to his hands.

you took your left hand and grabbed his right one from off of your neck and laced your fingers together. you marveled at how large they were. the veins on the back were delicious looking.

he noticed that your mind was elsewhere, and he looked up at your face.

not stopping what he was doing with his mouth, he noticed your gaze and traced it back to his hand. he smiled again, and pulled away.

he moved back to your face and gave you one kiss before pulling away.

“distracted?” he kissed you another time.

you hummed before responding with, “uh-”

he cut you off by kissing you again. now that he was apparently aware of your admiration for his hands, he used it to his advantage.

he placed his hand that was in your hair on your waist and pulled you as close as he possibly could. he pushed the hand that was still laced with yours up against the wall.

your free hand scratched against the fabric of his shirt on his back. you gasped into the kiss as he massaged the flesh of your waist with his hand. he squeezed your hand with his other very slightly at the same time.

you let out little noises every time he would prod you with his hands. in a way, you felt like a loaf of bread being kneaded.

the cat was out of the bag, no matter how much you could try to hide it.

–

“so, hands, huh?”

“shut the fuck up.”

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the foreshadowing though

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townie makeover wips - willow creek edition

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Food Fight! Heartbreak High: S2E7 The Grapes of Voss

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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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he’s a bit pookie here NGL. Chase has a jermaesque quality to him

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i like that freaky autistic FBI agent (Lee Harker, Will Graham, Spencer Reid)

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i don’t even know how to caption this one i’m just 🫠 @daisylovestickles

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Happy Tummy Tuesday! Brought to you by my session with @giggleesblog

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Best Babysitter Ever

A/N: I have been watching too much Criminal Minds recently, I just started it over for like the 5th time. I love the BAU so goddamn much, and I specifically love Reid (he’s just a lil guy) so y’all better get so ready for so much lee Reid in the upcoming weeks. For now though, Reid and Hotch interacting has my entire soul and being so here’s a quick little story for the two of them. 

“Hotch, I promise you everything will be okay, I read five parenting books on the way here just to prepare.”

“I know, I trust you’re gonna be fine, you’ve just never babysat by yourself before, and JJ was supposed to come over and help…” Hotch trailed off, unable to keep the overprotective dad side from surfacing. 

“We’ll be fine! I’m great with kids,” Reid continued to argue, “We’ll have so much fun, isn’t that right Jack?” Both men turned their eyes over to the small six year old playing with his trucks in the corner. Jack agreed enthusiastically and ran over to hug Spencer’s leg. 

“Alright, I’m sure you guys will be fine,” Hotch finally relented. “Reid, call me if you need anything at all, and Jack, be good for Spencer” Spencer gave a salute towards his boss as Jack ran to hug his dad goodbye. 

A few hours later, Hotch walked back into his house and was immediately greeted by the loud screams of laughter from Jack. Smiling, he made his way towards the two, not saying anything. 

“SPEHEHENCEHEHER!” Jack squealed as Reid’s fingers scribbled across his belly. 

“Spencer? Who’s Spencer, I’m the tickle monster!” The curly haired boy announced, scooping up the small kid’s wrists in one hand, and drilling into his underarms with the other. Jack kicked out and tried to squirm away from the intruding hands, finally noticing his dad standing over the two of them. 

“DAHAHAHAHD HEHEHEHELP!!” 

“You can scream all you want, no one can save you from the tickle monster!” Reid called out with a grin taking over his face as he turned to Hotch as a greeting. 

“You heard him Jack, I can’t save you, there’s nothing I can do.” Hotch had a soft grin taking over his face as well, though not quite as smug as Spencer’s. 

“PLEHEHEASE,” Jack whined out, obviously enjoying himself. 

“Hmm alright fine, I’ll do my best but no promises.” Hotch threw his coat that he had just taken off onto the couch and crouched down by the two of them. “Let’s see here…” he muttered out, taking a hold of Jack’s arms and pretending to pull as hard as he could. 

“You’re no match for my incredible strength!” Spencer continued in character, vibrating his fingers into Jack’s ribs causing a whole new round of laughter. 

“Hmm I have an idea,” Hotch thought aloud as he stalked towards Spencer. 

“You’ll never beat me! Jack will be mine forever,” the so-called tickle monster called out yet again, too busy with his charade to pay any attention to the older man getting closer and closer to him. Without warning, Hotch practically tackled Spencer and started digging into his ribs. Spencer squealed and kicked his feet, completely caught

off guard by the attack. Jack quickly stood up from his position on the floor cheering and encouraging the attack. 

“Well well well, looks like the tickle monster is ticklish.”

“Nohohoho” Reid giggled out, weakly swatting at the offending hands currently wracking his nerves. Hotch grabbed Spencer arms and held them above his head, waiting while Reid panted beneath him.

“Hey Jack, come here,” the father beckoned his son over, and started pointing along Reid’s torso. “You know if you poke him right here he makes a really silly noise.” Jack, excited he got to play too began poking his little fingers along Spencer’s tummy. With every poke Spencer gave a hiccupy squeal, that quickly advanced into hiccupy giggles when Hotch’s fingers found their way to his upper ribs. 

“Wahahahait guhuhuys,” he pleaded, being careful with his squirming to not hurt Jack. 

“This is only fair after you tickled Jack for so long, what do you think buddy?”

“Yeah! You did this to me, you deserve it!” Reid just squeezed his eyes shut, threw his head back, and gave into the ticklish sensations. 

The Hotchner duo continued their attack for a few more minutes, making sure to get thorough revenge on the tickle monster before letting him up. Spencer sat up panting, with slight tears in the corners of his eyes. 

“The tickle monster isn’t gonna forget this, you better watch out,” he teased Jack, reaching out to pinch his side. 

“My dad will rescue me every time!” Jack replied indignantly, clinging to his dad’s leg. 

“I absolutely will,” Hotch reassured, ruffling his son’s hair, “But until you need more rescuing, it looks like it’s time for bed. Go start getting ready.” With that, Jack starting running off to get ready for bed, but quickly back tracked to give a crashing hug to Reid.

“Goodnight Spencer, thank you for playing with me.”

“Of course kid,” Reid replied, hugging Jack tightly. “I had fun playing with you.”

“Are you gonna come back tomorrow?” Hotch interrupted the interaction before Reid could be put on the spot.

“No buddy, not tomorrow, but you’ll see Spencer again soon.” Jack just nodded and finally left the two to begin getting ready for bed. Spencer stood up from the floor to stand next to Hotch.

“So I take it the babysitting went well?” Hotch asked with a slight smirk. Spencer nodded happily.

“Yeah, Jack is great. We had a lot of fun together.”

“I could see that. Do you maybe want to come back next week to babysit some more?” Spencer nodded again, much more enthusiastically. “And I take it the tickle monster will be making another appearance?” Spencer blushed out to his ears at the mention of the silly character. 

“Maybe he will.”

“Well then it looks like I’ll have some more rescuing to do, won’t I?” Reid just smiled and looked down at the ground, too sheepish to continue meeting Hotch’s eye. Hotch smiled warmly, remembering just how young Reid actually is despite his age. He quickly pulled Reid in for a hug.

“Thank you again Spencer.” 

“You’re welcome, it was nice getting to feel like an older brother for a little while.” Spencer’s eyes widened and he pulled away from the hug as he realized what he just said. “Not like that I just meant-”

“You’re the best big brother Jack could ask for,” Hotch assured the genius, clapping him on the shoulder. Spencer smiled an almost cheshire grin as the pink tint returned once again to his cheeks. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” he called out, slinging his bag over his shoulder. 

“Yep, and I can’t wait to see the rest of the team and inform them of what a great babysitter the tickle monster is,” Hotch teased, a smirk taking over his features. Reid froze, his hand on the doorknob. 

“Hotch you can tell anyone and everyone you want, but don’t tell Morgan I’m ticklish, he’ll never let me live it down.”

“I don’t know, I think Morgan would really like to know…”

“Hotch!”

“Alright alright, I’ll keep it to myself, for now anyways.” Spencer breathed a quick sigh of relief and waved goodbye before leaving the house. 

Hotch smiled fondly, and pulled out his phone to text Derek. 

Tomorrow morning you should ask Reid how babysitting went. He has a really funny secret to tell you

“Technically, I’m not gonna tell him anything,” Hotch muttered to himself, smiling. “Plus what fun is having this information if I’m just gonna keep it to myself?” With that, he walked towards Jack’s room ready to tuck him into bed. His heart was full between his son and his work family, he couldn’t be any happier. 

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soft spencer headcannons

summary: god i’m such a sucker for soft spencer

content/warnings: corny:/

notes: several of these are inspired by my parents, who are genuinely the cutest couple i know.

word count: 0.4k

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- he just really likes watching you get ready. if you wear makeup, he’ll ask you what everything is for (even if he kinda already knows)

- will see something that reminds him of you and buy it for you every. time.

- “it reminded me of that time we -”

- loves having his hair played with

- remembers every obscure fact about you, obviously, and it surprises you every time

- “i can’t believe you remembered that i like this”

- “i remember everything, but i especially take note of everything about you. it comes in handy☺️”

- strokes the back of your hand with his thumb when you hold hands

- is clingy lol

- hand on your thigh, constantly. not necessarily sexual, just likes being close

- hand on the waist. holding hands. hell, even linking pinkies.

- when you sit next to him on a couch, he will pull your legs onto his lap

- surprisingly, he lives for physical contact with you despite his germaphobia. you’re not complaining though

- loves when you talk about your life and tell him all the drama

- “wait she said that? that’s ridiculous. that’s bold coming from someone who cancels all her plans twenty minutes before they’re supposed to start.”

- has a tube of your favorite lip balm (just in case)

- will look at you and smile for no reason. when you ask why he’ll just sigh and say that he likes you a lot

- goodbye kisses ALWAYS. won’t leave unless you give him one.

- listens when you talk about your interests. he likes to see you talk passionately about something, he’ll ask clarifying questions as well.

- sends good morning texts at the same time every day you’re not together

- takes your dishes and washes them for you, even when you protest

- slow dancing.

- appreciates and says thank you for every thing you do for him, even if it’s super minute and you tell him it’s not necessary.

- compliments you in front of the team, in front of friends, family, etc. bro loves talking about you lol

- morgan teases him about being “whipped”

- lays his head in your lap whenever possible

- will pucker his lips and point to them to ask for a lil smooch

- attempts to learn to cook for you-

- one time he set the fire alarm off, and he was panicking when you got home. once you opened the windows and got the smoke out, you kissed his disappointed pout away.

- tells you everything. like literally everything.

- “i had a really good muffin for breakfast this morning.”

- “yeah?”

- “yeah! it was from that new bakery on fourth street. you know, you might like it. maybe we should -“

- in conclusion: he really likes you. like a lot. you’re one of the only constants in his life and he loves that you provide some stability. he loves that you love him too.

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Heartbreak High ❀ Season 2, Episode 5

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Love this episode just for this 🥰