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xesarchives · 2 years ago

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Big Brothers - platonic!gn!reader x clay jensen + justin foley

anon asked: Hi there! Would you mind writing sth with Clay and Justin and the prompt "I warned you, he warned you, mum warned you" from your prompt list? Thank you :)

Posted June 10th, 2020

this is my favorite thing I have ever written and even if you aren’t a fan of 13rw I highly suggest you read this

I wasn’t sure if you wanted this to be a sibling!reader x Justin and Clay but I did it anyway where the boys are helping reader with their first heartbreak. It's just a Lil blurb. I hope you enjoy it!

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“I warned you, he warned you, even mom warned you”

Word Count: 559

“Hey, you’re home from work early, what are you doing in here?” Clay asked as I walked into his and Justin’s room. I plopped onto Justin’s bed hugging his pillow. “You okay?” Justin asked noticing the tears on my face as he rushed to my side. I shook my head letting out a sob. Justin pulled me into a hug. “Was it Jeremy?” Clay asked standing at the end of Justin’s bed. “Yeah” I managed to sob out, hugging tighter onto Justin. “I knew it! I warned you, he warned you, even mom warned you! I’m gonna kill them!” Clay yelled causing Justin to send him an angry glare. “Not now, asshole,” Justin said, rubbing my back. “Sorry” Clay said sitting on the other side of me. “I want you to beat his ass,” I said wiping my eyes with my sleeves “why? What did he do to you?” Justin asked checking to see if I had been hurt anywhere. “He cheated on me” I whispered. “I’m gonna kill him!” Justin yelled standing up. “I need you can you do that later, J?” I asked leaning into Clay’s side and letting him put his arm around me. “Yeah, yes of course,” Justin said sitting by down next to me and kissing my temple. “Wanna go to Monet’s or Rosie’s?” Clay asked making me look up at him. “Yeah, sure I guess,” I said. Clay nodded and got up rummaging through his drawer. “What are you doing?” Justin asked letting me lay my head on his shoulder. “Looking for this” Clay closed his drawer holding up the hoodie I always stole from him. I smiled a little catching it when he tossed it at me. “Thanks, Clay,” I said standing up and pulling it over my head.

Justin handed me a french fry “thank you” I mumbled receiving a small smile from the boy. “You feeling any better, Y/n?” Clay asked taking a drink of his milkshake. “Yeah, thanks to you guys” I smiled at them eating the fry. “So, what’s this guy’s address?” Justin asked leaning forward. “Why?” I asked eyeing the two. “We’re gonna go buy a shit ton of Toilet paper and tp his house,” Clay said nonchalantly shrugging his shoulders.

I laughed watching Justin throw another roll at Jeremy’s window. “Oh shit!” Justin yelled grabbing my hand and signaling Clay to stop. I gasped seeing the lights had turned on. We all ran towards the car almost tripping as we attempted to open the doors. “Holy shit!” Clay yelled as he began driving. I laughed putting the leftover toilet paper on the seat next to me and buckling my seatbelt. “Think they saw us?” Justin asked catching his breath and then letting out a quiet laugh. “Oh absolutely!” I said causing Justin to laugh even harder. “Feel better now?” Clay asked smiling back at me and quickly looking back at the road. “Oh, 1000% I definitely needed that, it’s gonna suck when you guys leave, what will I ever do without my big brothers?” I dramatically leaned backward. “You look at me as your big brother?” Justin asked looking at me. “Of course J and tonight proved it, you are just as much my brother as Clay which means I am forever calling you JJ” I smirked. Justin laughed and said. “JJ huh? Sounds good to me”

#justin foley x reader #clay jensen x reader #13rw imagine

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criminally--reid · 5 years ago

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breath play

the spencer fic I've been talking about for weeks lmao

Warnings: dom!spencer, breath play, degredation, being tied up, praise, dirty talk, (this ended up being a lot less intense than I anticipated lmao my b I guess :/ )

Pairing: spencer x fem! reader

Word count: 3.2k (3,203)

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A sexualsadist serial killer in Wisconsin fulfilling his ‘bdsm’ fantasies by foreplaying with his victims and unfortunately asphyxiating and stabbing them. How fun.

Reid had been suspiciously uninvolved in this case. Well.. as uninvolved as the most intelligent member of the team could be without ruining the operation. Quick blurbs of information only adding general details to the case; nothing to narrow anything down. No constantly working on the case. When Reid wasn’t needed it’s almost like he wasn’t even there. Oddly distant; his mind was always somewhere else. Something about this case in particular bothered him. It was so unlike the doctor to be so uninterested in a case. Normally, he let the case swallow him whole; engulfing him in his entirety. Mind, body, and soul set on finding the missing pieces and solving the puzzle… but not this one.

“Something on your mind, Spence?” I ask, sitting down opposite him on the jet; finally able to relax after a long day in the field.

“Did you know the average person only has sex about two times a week. Things like culture, health, and social status all effect how as well as how often people have sex. But still, just about twice a week on average.”

“There’s a lot to unpack there, so I’m just gonna say ‘no.’” Spencer chuckles, and I join in.

“Seriously though. You’ve been so distant lately. Like something about this one in particular has been bothering you.”

“I mean.. Murder cases aren’t something I often enjoy, so yeah, this whole ordeal has been kind of bothersome.”

“You know that’s not what I meant, Spence.”

“It’s just that-” he contemplates for a moment before patting the seat beside him for you to accompany him. You do so, and he leans toward you, so he can whisper. “I really, really hated this case… as you could tell- obviously. I- I’ve been thinking about how the unsub used aspects of foreplay before killing his victims - you know, the tying-up and the asphyxiation stuff - and about the stuff I’ve been kinda interested in.”

You mull over everything Reid’s just said. It’s not such a longshot surprise to you. I mean with the degradation on the first encounter and the handcuffs the second, you weren’t really taken aback with what he was hinting at. “I’m gonna ask again. What exactly is bothering you, pretty boy?”

He sighs and closes his eyes; brown knitted together tightly. Whatever he’s about to say is going to come out really fast, and you prepare yourself to catch and process it all. “I’ve been thinking about how I fantasize about choking and degrading and tying up my partner and all that stuff, but with this case - this- this monster using that to inturn kill people - what if that’s me? What if I take things too far? You know my mother’s schizophrenic; what if I’m dangerous?-”

“Woah, Spence, calm down. There’s nothing wrong with being a li’l’ freaky. Just because someone used things like that to fulfill their murderous fantasies doesn’t make you a bad person. And just because there’s a possibility that you’re carrying schizophrenia, doesn’t automatically make you dangerous; you know that. There's nothing to worry about, Spence. I promise.” You put your hand on his thigh for reassurance. He places his hand a top yours, lightly tapping his fingertips on the back of your hand.

“Can we try something?” he asks quickly, making and holding eye contact with you for the first time since this conversation started.

“Doctor Spencer Reid, are you asking to choke me?” I ask fake flabbergasted. “Are you really asking to-”

“You know what, nevermind. At this point, I’d rather choke myself.”

“That was a joke, Spencer,” you say rolling your eyes. “But when? Now?”

“Wow, eager are we?... I was thinking more like when we land and head home for the night. We wouldn’t want to risk the rest of the team waking up to sounds of you being a pathetic mess for me, now would we?”

“N-No, sir. Of-of course not,” you gulp, taking notice of how his dominant personality is already taking shape before you.

“Perfect. We land in thirty.” He pats your thigh and turns away from you, returning to the book he was reading prior to. He motions for you to return to your seat across from him, and as you do so, he looks up at you sending a wink your way before he returns to his book indefinitely; allowing the anticipation and excitement to course through your veins for the next thirty minutes.

The landing comes soon, and the team moves to grab their stuff; eager to get home and relax for the night. You grab your bag and hurry off the plane, dragging along behind emily.

“What were you and Reid talking about?” Prentiss turns around suddenly, taking you by surprise.

“I, un, I thought you all were asleep..”

“Eh, I was in limbo I guess; you know. I just heard him rambling and hoped he was okay.”

“Oh yeah. He’s fine. Just uh- just something in the book he’s reading.”

“That’s good,” she smiles and continues off the plane.

You turn around when you feel a hand drag down the curve of your ass. You glare at Reid and mouth ‘you fucker’ to which he chuckles and holds up his hands in surrender.

“Hey, y/n/,” Derek says walking over to your desk as you put your files away and zip up your go-bag. “Garcia, Emily, and I are goin’ out tonight. You wanna come?”

“I’d love to.. But I’m exhausted. Maybe next time?”

“Yeah forsure,” morgan replies before looking at Spencer, silently asking if he’d like to join them.

“Yeah I’m gonna have to pass, too. I think I’m gonna memorize a book instead.”

“Whatever, boy genius,” Morgan replies with a laugh. “We’ll be missing you guys.” He fake frowns before heading out with Emily and Garcia.

“Wait for me!” JJ calls in a sing-song voice as she rushes to catch up with the rest of the group, slinging her arm around Garcia’s shoulders. “To the bar!” she exclaims and they all laugh before finally leaving the office.

The clicking of a pen catches your attention and becomes even more prominent in your senses the closer it gets to your desk. You look up from your desk to see said pen held in none other than Spencer’s very attractive, fidgety hands.

“So,” he drags out, tossing the pen onto your desk with a light clank.

“Is there something you need, Doctor Reid?” you pry, looking at him innocently through your lashes from your seat at your desk.

“You.”

“Well,” you begin, standing up out of your chair to stretch. “Lucky for you I just declined the amazing offer to go out, all so I could spend tonight with you.”

“Mhmm.. Lucky me,” Spencer replies lowly and looks you up and down, drinking you in. Absorbing your beauty. Somehow after two long days of working in the field, you managed to be drop dead gorgeous. Absolute perfection in his eyes.

“Your place or my place?” you ask, maneuvering from behind your desk to in front of it.

Spencer looks at his watch. “It’s only.. Ten thirty. I’d say we have time for both.”

“My house it is,” you chuckle and turn around, earning a firm slap on the ass from Spencer. A shockwave of pleasure runs straight to your center, and you gasp. Closing up your currently case file, you turn back around and your eyes lock with Spencer, who’s smiling back at you innocently.

You throw on your jacket and toss your go-bag over your shoulder. Spencer laces his fingers with yours as you walk out of the building and to your cars. You feel the excitement swell inside your belly. Racing back to your house to let none other than your colleague ravage you like a wild animal. Desire and lust driven, taking your clothes off followed by his; hands grazing up and down your sides, raising chill bumps in their wake. You can feel it now. His touch. The wetness pooling beneath you, soaking your underwear through. The arousal bumps already beginning to slowly creep down your arms and up over your chest. There was no way in hell you could get home fast enough.

You finally arrive at the parking garage that accompanies your apartment building; Reid quick in tow, parking right beside you. He clambers out of his car before you get the chance, and he comes to meet you at your car door. The two of you race up tp your apartment, eager to rip each other’s clothes off.

The door shuts, and it's game over. Spencer's hands travel to the bottom of your shirt, peeling it up over your head and tossing it on the floor. Your back meets the cool surface of the door, goosebumps rippling down your back. Reid's lips attach to yours as his fingertips dance around the bumpy terrain of your back. Your hands travel up and into his hair, tugging ever so slightly making him groan. He fights for dominance over the kiss and you allow him in. As his tongue dances with yours, savoring your taste, his hands soon find solace at the waistband of your pants as he unbuttons them and drops them to the floor with a light thud; exposing your already-soaked panties.

Spencer's lips roam from their start of your lips to your jaw and down your neck. You catch your breath as he unbuttons your blouse and pushes it off your shoulders and down your arms; dipping his supple lips further into the valley of your breasts.

A shaky breath escapes your plump lips as he draws your lips nipple into his mouth; excitement flowing to the now erect bud as he switches to the other one, doing the same. He releases your right nipple and comes back up to meet your eyes. His lust and hunger filled expression softens to one of passion. You move your trembling fingers to the too button on his lavender button-up as his lips meet yours once again.

Soon, all his clothes accompany yours in disarray over the floor, and the two of you are waltzing over to the bed; you landing on it softly with a light thud.

"Look at you," he says slowly from his position at the foot of the bed; standing, glistening in his pre-sex glory before you. "All laid out on display for me." You subconsciously pull your thighs closer together, trying to conceal your wetness. Slowly, he begins his crawl onto the bed, hovering over you and lowering his lips to your ear. "Don't hide from me."

Retracting his face, your reach up and gently trail your fingertips over his cheek, drinking all his features of perfection."Spencer." The delicate sound passed through your soft lips as Spencer swiftly moves to encompass them with his. Gnawing on your bottom lip gently with his skillful teeth before pulling away and whispering, "It's Dr. Reid."

He begins his travels back down to your area, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses in his wake. He looks up at you through his eyelashes as he pushes your thighs apart; a string of your arousal stretching between the two. Collecting it his forefinger, then lifting it to his mouth, he wraps his lips around the digit relishing in the taste of you before delving into your core.

You buck your hips, aching for more contact; more friction. Spencer's hands wrap up and around your thighs, holding you to the point where you can't move.

"Doctor Reid.. please." The sound tumbles quickly from your mouth before you even know what you're asking for. Your head falls to the pillow and your mouth gaped in ecstasy. Your hands fly from their positions at their sides and tangle in Reid's hair, desperately trying to pull him just a little closer to your center.

Reid groans as you pull at his roots, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to the depths of you. So close to the edge already, just from Spencer using his tongue. Almost falling over the edge…

But then he pulls away.

"Mnnguh, Spencer," you draw out, the pout apparent in your voice.

"No touching, princess." His face glistens with your slick, and you quiver at the sight momentarily before he collects all your juices onto the back of his hand, making eye contact the entire time.he licks it off; savoring every last drop of your sweetness.

He clambers out of the bed leaving you frustrated and aching for that release that you so close to seconds ago. You watch as he stands facing away from you - his delicious back on display - as he scans the room. After a moment of deep contemplation, he goes over to your bottom dresser drawer and pulled out a long piece of rope.

You didn't appreciate how he knew where your stuff was. However, you couldn't blame him. You were profilers after all, and he probably knew more things about you than you knew yourself.

Spencer smirks at you on his way back over to the bed. You follow him with your eyes as he takes each of your wrists and ties them together and to the headboard. "What's your word?"

"M-my word?" you stumble over the question as your met face to face with Dr. Reid once again.

"Your uh safeword. Whenever anything's too much, just say it, and I'll stop."

Knowing what Spencer was capable of, you weren't sure you'd ever want him to stop. Nonetheless, you pick a word. "Purple." More specifically, the lavender purple button up that Spencer wears. The color that - no matter where you see it - you associate with him.

"Purple it is," reid replies cheekily, once more descending to your dripping core.

You writhe beneath him in pleasure and his skillful tongue and fingers bring you to your second orgasm. "D-doctor Reid, ple-please."

"Please what? Use your words, y/n."

"God- fuck! Reid, fuck me please. I n-need you-"

"Look at you," he says as his eyes drink in the sight before him: his co-worker, needy and begging beneath him. "Such a pretty slut. Begging to be fucked by her co-worker. Do you really want me to fuck you y/n? You want my cock deep inside your pretty pussy?"

You feverishly nod your head, but the answer isn't enough for Spencer. "Say it," he seethes by your ear through gritted teeth with his hand wrapped tightly around your throat, slowing your breath intake.

"I.. want your cock.. insi..de me, D-doctor R-reid," you struggle to form the plea.

His hand still around your neck; fingers lightly pressing onto your airways, but now at arms length as he uses his other to trace your folds with the tip of his member. He slips into you easily, and you involuntarily close your eyes; the pleasure consuming you from the inside out. His thrusts agonizingly slow as he relishes in the feeling of your tight walls wrapped around him.

"Spencer-"

"What's my name?"

"Dr. Reid, please go.. faster. God please- fuck!"

"Gah, such a needy whore, hm. Taking my cock so well. I bet this is what you were thinking about all day. Isn't it?" He speeds up his pace tenfold, rendering you speechless; reaching the deepest parts of you, almost tossing you over the edge once more. "Mmh, gonna cum for me? Don't hold back, baby. Let go for me."

And on cue, you release around him, your juices seeping down your thighs and dampening the bedsheets beneath the two of you.

His pace never slowing down, and his grip on your throat doesn't ease up any either. Your air supply is running low, but you don't care. The sight before you is enough to send you barreling into the abyss of euphoric pleasure. Spencer above you, his sweat-coated torso as arms length and his features contorted in pleasure as he relentlessly pounds into you.

You admire the god holding himself armslength away from you. The sweat glazing over his torso and dripping fro his forehead. His eyes squinted and mouth agape in pleasure. You clench around him once.more as your fourth orgasm threatens to erupt.

"God fuck." His disgruntled voice coming in as music to your ears. "So fucking tight. You- you gonna cum again, huh? Dirty slut. Cum for me, baby."

Your forth orgasm rushes over you like a tsunami. Strangled obscenities, moans and groans escape your mouth. You can't take any more. His grip on your throat has barely let up any since he started. And your orgasm count was insane. No one had ever gotten you over four times. The pleasure was more than intense, and you weren't sure how much longer you could last.

"...purple…" you whisper as your vision goes spotty.

A look of worry replaces Spencer's previous pleasure-apparent expression. He quickly removes his hand from your throat and pulls out of you.

"Shit.. shit. Shitshitshit! A-are you okay? Did I hurt you? Fuck. I'm so sorry. Really, I never meant to-" Spencer nervously rambles on as you take a much needed deep, refreshing breath.

"I know. Spencer, shut up. It's okay. Just please keep going."

"Y-you sure?"

You nod feverishly urging him to continue. He re-enters you slowly, filling you all the way up. You arch into him, meeting his agonizingly slow thrusts. "Mmh.. faster, Doctor Reid, please!"

His pace returns to as it was before. The squelching sound and skin slapping against skin echos through the room once more. One hand white-knuckles the sheets while the other one reaches for Spencer's hand at your side. Grabbing his wrist, you bring his hand back up to your throat, wanting so desperately for him to choke you again. He makes eye contact with you - as if asking permission - as you place his lanky fingers around your neck. Swallowing hard, he applies pressure and your mouth falls open in a lazy smile.

Your fifth orgasm creeps up on you quickly, but so is Spencer's. "I'm.. so fu- so fucking close," you let out raspily.

"Me too," he replies, dropping his head. His free hand maneuvers down to run quick circles on your clit, throwing you into convulsions as your fifth orgasm hits you like a truck.

A few more pumps, and Spencer pulls out of you, cumming on your stomach, moaning your name and mixed profanities. He finally brings his head back up to look at you and undoes your restraints, freeing your wrists. A weary smile accompanies his fucked-out expression. He searches around in the floor, finding something to clean you off with before climbing back into the bed and pulling you up snug with him.

"That's what I was afraid of you know," he says barely above a whisper. "Hurting you."

"You didn't hurt me, Spence. I just needed to breathe," you reply with a slight laugh, then placing a kiss to his hand that's draped over.you.

"You staying?" You ask after a bit of silence.

"You're a fool if you think I'm going anywhere." He pulls the blankets up over the two of you and pulls you in even tighter; drifting to sleep in no time.

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