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[incognitopolls]

For the purposes of this poll, define "had sex" in whatever way makes the most sense to you.

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We ask your questions anonymously so you don’t have to! Submissions are open on the 1st and 15th of the month.

[front-facing-pokemon]

Not a pokemon but..Can we get the elegy of emptiness from Majora's Mask?

okay i was worried this would happen. am i going to have to move "i don't take requests, it was an april fools joke" to the TOP of the FAQ instead of the bottom. guys. guys. this is why i had asks closed for like three days

also,

this happens to me a lot with retrofit evos and prevos. i understand why they're ordered the way that they are but sometimes it does feel a little arbitrary. i think it would be cool if they ordered the natdex in like. the order the pokémon were designed/conceptualized. that'd be pretty cool

anyway. still don't do requests. if you came here from all the april fools jokes, those were april fools jokes. this blog runs on a queue and that is how it has always been and i do not do requests except on april fools

[dailyhtfboards]

boowomp

This is the face of a guy whose about to be called a fuckhead <333

(From TV episode 7B Hole Lotta Love)

[are-they-therian]

GIR - Invader Zim

animal/creature: Mongoose and/or Dog

reasoning: First thing he asked when it came to disguises was if he could be a mongoose and it stuck with me. As for the dog thing, he gets very into the role of being a dog (as opposed to Zim's disgust towards humanity) and seems very comfortable both in and out of the suit. In the movie, he casually wears the dog suit indoors, and is most well known for his doggy disguise

[foundfamilyhq]

[bunnyboy-juice]

mkay its been a few days and i dont have the most perfect words to express this but uh. please remember just bc i reblog certain kinks on this blog and am publicly horny in general doesn't mean that you can try to engage in that kink with me without asking first, especially if we are not mutuals.

[incognitopolls]

Define "virginity" whatever way makes sense to you.

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We ask your questions anonymously so you don’t have to! Submissions are open on the 1st and 15th of the month.

[foxmulderautism]

i went through a magazines archive of (monthly) issues this year -- common hobby of mine -- and the same writer was in at least 5 issues and i'm just like....sorry that is weird to me! not the being published by the same mag multiple times part but to be in nearly half of a magazine's year of issues is so??? do you as an editor not want some variety in the people you publish lol

[medical-billing-service-0]

Optimizing Financial Management with Chiropractic Billing Services

In the healthcare sector, chiropractic care plays a vital role in managing musculoskeletal conditions, improving mobility, and enhancing patients' overall quality of life. However, managing the financial aspects of a chiropractic practice can be challenging due to the unique nature of treatments, frequent patient visits, and varying insurance policies. This is where medical billing services come into play, ensuring that chiropractic practices can focus on providing care while their financial operations run smoothly. These services streamline the billing process, minimize errors, and enhance reimbursement rates, which ultimately leads to better revenue management for chiropractic practices.

What Are Chiropractic Billing Services?

Chiropractic billing services are specialized financial solutions designed to meet the unique needs of chiropractic practices. These services are a critical component of Revenue Cycle Management (RCM) services, which oversee the entire process of patient billing, from claim submission to final payment. Chiropractic billing services handle everything from insurance verification and coding of chiropractic adjustments to following up on claims and managing denials. Since chiropractic care often involves ongoing treatments and multiple patient visits, these billing services ensure that claims are submitted accurately and promptly, reducing delays and maximizing revenue.

The Importance of Medical Billing and Coding in Chiropractic Care

Accurate medical billing and coding is essential for chiropractic practices to ensure that they are compensated for the services they provide. Chiropractic care involves various treatments, such as spinal adjustments, physical therapy, and other therapeutic services, each of which requires precise coding to avoid errors. Incorrect or incomplete coding can lead to claim denials or underpayments, which can negatively affect a practice’s cash flow. By partnering with experienced billing professionals who specialize in medical billing and coding, chiropractic practices can ensure that their claims are submitted correctly and in compliance with industry standards, leading to improved financial outcomes.

Benefits of Healthcare IT in Chiropractic Billing

In the digital age, Healthcare IT has transformed the way billing services are managed, offering numerous benefits for chiropractic practices. Advanced billing software and electronic health record (EHR) systems streamline the billing process by automating tasks such as claim submission, coding, and patient record management. Healthcare IT reduces human error, speeds up payment cycles, and allows for better communication between chiropractic providers and insurance companies. Additionally, real-time tracking and reporting features enable chiropractic practices to monitor the status of claims and payments, ensuring that revenue is managed efficiently. Healthcare IT enhances both the accuracy and efficiency of chiropractic billing, leading to improved practice operations.

Chiropractic Billing Services at Mediclaim Management

Mediclaim Management offers specialized Chiropractic Billing Services designed to meet the needs of chiropractic practices. With a deep understanding of the unique challenges that chiropractors face, their team of billing experts ensures that all aspects of the billing process are handled with precision and care. Mediclaim Management’s Chiropractic Billing Services help providers reduce billing errors, increase claim approval rates, and expedite reimbursements. By partnering with Mediclaim Management, chiropractic practices can focus on delivering high-quality care to their patients while ensuring that their financial operations run smoothly in the background.

With Mediclaim Management’s Chiropractic Billing Services, chiropractic providers can optimize their revenue cycle, reduce financial stress, and ensure that their practice remains financially healthy. This allows chiropractors to focus on what truly matters—improving the health and well-being of their patients.

[aeyumicore]

━ .ᐟ✧ PAIRING: caleb x female reader (afab) ━ ✧.˖ WARNINGS: mdni, explicit sexual content, possessive caleb, dom!caleb, light choking, use of gege ━ .ᐟ✧ A/N: a smol lil study into how i will write caleb <3 just wanted to explore it a bit. this is very short, just had a brain worm i wanted to itch. expect more of these small blurbs because i have so many ideas for caleb that can't possibly all make it into full fledged fics.

The first time Caleb fucks you, he does everything humanly possible to ensure you can’t hold back your moans. No–he didn’t wait his entire life to have you like this, just for you to keep those pretty little cries from him. 

Nope–he’d earned them. They were his. You were his.

“Princess, I want to hear you,” he groans, fingers digging bruises into the soft skin of your hips. His muscled chest is pressed firmly into your back, leaving absolutely no distance between you, him, and the wall. He only tries to hold you closer, tighter. 

“Angh–! No! T-Too loud,” you whimper, arching back so you can lay your head onto his shoulder and look up at his sparkling amethyst eyes, reaching your hand backward to grasp his sweat-dampened neck. “Someone will–hah–hear.”

“You’re such a brat, baby,” he grins cheekily down at you, a smile you knew all-too-well. One you’d grown up seeing frequently, coming to both adore and abhor. A smile that meant you were absolutely in for it. No mercy.

He leans down to brush impossibly soft, fleeting, kisses along your shoulders, across the blades, and down your spine. A jarring contrast to the way his pelvis slams into you so bruisingly that you have to push your palms against the wall to keep from banging violently against it.  

“Don’t make me ask again,” he murmurs, one hand snaking up your chest to wrap around the base of your throat. With his other hand he delicately brushes your hair off one of your shoulders, letting his fingers tenderly graze the ridges of your spine along the way and reveling in your shivers. 

He bites the inside of his cheek as your bare skin lays exposed before him. Your back, your shoulders, your neck…The amount of times he’d imagined you like this–and now it was a lucid reality laid before him. The forbidden fruit finally in his arms.

Another kiss, this time to your nape. A gentle squeeze to your throat, just enough to have your core clenching in excitement at just how much you know he’s holding back.

“Be a good girl for me, yeah?”

You’re about to refuse–unwilling to alert anyone in the house as to what you and your dearest Gege were up to, locked away in your childhood room. But it’s impossible as, in the years Caleb had spent  fantasizing about having you like this, it seemed he’d already discovered every conceivable way to make your body submit to him. To make you irrevocably his. 

“Oh God–! Caleb–mngh, please!” you moan when he drives himself straight into your cervix, nestling into your g-spot like he never wants to leave your sweet little cunt again.

His Adam's apple bobs thickly at the saccharine sound of your pleas, his hips snapping into you particularly harshly, as if urgently trying to pull that same cry from you again. His name.

With a ravenous growl, Caleb spins you around by your wrists, pinning both of them up with just one of his impossibly large hands. He restrains them above your head, his forehead pressed against yours as he cages you in with his thick bicep, forearm resting flat against the wall, sweat-dampened bangs prickling your eyelashes.

The fingers of his free hand are splayed out against the small of your back, the sheer size of his palm allowing him to cup your lower half into him, driving him deeper into you.

You’re face to face with a near fervent Caleb whose lilac eyes had shadowed into a deep indigo maelstrom that reflected darkness you’d never seen of him before. A blackhole of desperation, torment, longing. 

Possession.

You felt like you should be terrified.

And maybe you would be–if you hadn’t wanted him for so fucking long.

You almost don’t recognize his voice when he speaks next. Gone was the boyish charm and playful lilt you’d come to expect of your precious golden retriever Caleb.

“Fuck–say my name again.”

© aeyumicore 2025.

.ᐟ✧ THIS IS MY ONLY ACCOUNT. I WILL ONLY POST ON THIS ACCOUNT AND AO3. i am not @/aeyumicores or @/aeyumiicore or any variations of my blog name.

✧.˖ i do not permit translations or reposts of my work on tumblr, ao3, or others. please do not reuse my blogpost headers, dividers, or layouts. these are original designs of my own.

[thatdiabolicalfeminist]

This is kind of a side note but women are also punished if we DON'T conform, in the forms of discrimination in the workplace and carceral and medical systems, as well as interpersonal exclusion and violence including, for some women, actual physical assault and murder. This atmosphere of coercion is one reason women DO accede to patriarchy's demands despite the way those demands constrain women's lives.

One thing I've been seeing a lot is the implication that patriarchy oppresses both men and women and actually only benefits a small minority.

This position is a fundamental misunderstanding both of how capitalism uses social divides to create division among works and of basic feminist principles. Proletarian men fail to organize with proletarian women specifically because patriarchy gives them a position of power over women.

Men can find their actions constrained by patriarchy as well, which I've seen many people mistake for genuine oppression, but in reality men who can conform to patriarchal norms and standards are making a small sacrifice of emotional vulnerability in order to gain access to power and privilege women will never be able to attain within patriarchy. By contrast when women conform to patriarchal norms we find ourselves ever more severely limited and endangered, often losing basic bodily autonomy by force.

[littleapplle]

Dearest writer, I would like to submit an order into your respected bakery! 🍞🥯🥖🥐

May I kindly get a NSFW A to Z Headcannon for Rafayel or Caleb? (or both if you don’t mind :3) I’m a huge fan of your writing and given that you are open for orders I figured I could try my luck in ordering something special 🙂‍↕️🥹

But ofc if this is too much of a hassle you may kindly ignore my order and move on 🤭🥹🥺 I shall kindly await for your response and I look forward to your masterpiece (even if it’s not my request) 💖

nsfw alphabet ⊹ ࣪ ˖ rafayel and caleb

cw.: nsfw. real porn links!! must be logged in twt to watch.

note: oh anon you'll make my heart melt:( thank you for your sweet words, my luv. i'm so sorry for the wait, i wish i had finished this much sooner >< hope this is good enough tho bc i lwk feel like i did a terrible job <//3

rafayel

a = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex): Really good! Rafayel can’t stand being dirty after sex and won’t really rest until you and him are cleaned up so you two always end up snuggling in his bathtub while he massages your scalp and scrubs your body lovingly. If you're not too tired, talk to him. He wants to hear your voice. How was it? Did you enjoy it? Tell him everything, he'll listen. Rafayel holds you so close you think he’s actually trying to get under your skin, literally.

b = body part (their favorite of theirs and their partner): If you asked, he’d say he loves every part of you and he absolutely cannot choose. If he really had to answer… your boobs. They’re the perfect size, feel good on his palms, your nipples don’t have a single moment of peace. You have to physically pull him away before they’re sore and puffy. ❤︎...¹ ❤︎...² ❤︎...³

on his body though… his hands, of course! It is with them that he creates his beautiful pieces and makes you come undone as his slender fingers press down on that spongy spot inside you.

c = cum (anything to do with cum): Will come anywhere you want if you ask him to but he really likes to see his cum dripping on your skin. Be it your stomach, your tits, doesn’t matter, he’ll go feral. As for the taste, it barely tastes like anything. It’s a bit salty and very watery but that’s it. ❤︎...

d = dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs): Really wants to photograph you. Be it during sex, just you touching yourself, anything. Definitely has a secret journal about you and wants to decorate it with your beautiful body and face. 100% has a polaroid of your tits on his wallet and has no shame at all.

e = experience (how experienced are they): Barely any. Listen, he has read erotica, studied human anatomy a thousand times and knows the human body like no one else but he never had sex with anyone but you so please guide him the first few times. Be vocal, he’s a quick learner, he’ll learn his way around your body in a second.

f = favorite position: Rafayel likes a position based on how easy he can 1. kiss you and 2. look at your face. Missionary lover, basic but nothing with Rafayel is boring. Sex with Rafayel tends to be SO romantic, he’s THE lover boy. He kisses you so sweetly, sucking hickies on your neck while his cock drags inside you slowly. Also looooves when you ride him! it’s a combo of everything he likes, you frowning in pleasure, your boobs bouncing AND you on top of him!! ❤︎...¹ ❤︎...² ❤︎...³

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): Oh sex with Rafayel is never serious! He’s always trying to get a reaction out of you, be it trying to make you laugh by pressing a kiss to that ticklish spot on your neck or by making the stupidest joke ever. Your laughter gets him going more than he’d like to admit.

h = hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): First of all,  yes, it is purple and second, he shaves very frequently. As a lemurian, he never had any issues with body hair since he didn’t have any. Nowadays, he’s grown used to shaving since his pubes sensory bother him.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): Puh-lease, we are talking about Rafayel. The artist, the lemurian that lives and breathes for love, your one and only soulmate. Rafayel is obsessed with you, always has been, always will be. To have skin to skin contact with you, letting him see you bare and vulnerable and yet still trust him, it’s everything he’d ever wish for. Rafayel lives for romance, love and pure intimacy and he will show it to you in every touch, kiss and praise.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon): Before getting together with you, if he was ever really pent up and stressed, maybe once or twice a week. After you two got together officially, he doesn’t see the point in masturbating when he’s always glued to your side. If you’re away for whatever reason though? I believe he can get pretty needy and maybe, just maybe, rub one off.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks): Does body worship even count as a kink? Well, doesn’t matter. How many times do I have to say that Rafayel is OBSESSED with you??? There’s nothing that makes him hornier than being allowed to kiss your body. Praising you in every single language he knows is not enough, he needs your soul to be tied with his so you can read his mind and deepest thoughts about how lovely you are. Also, voyeurism, Rafayel is a closeted perv. He likes to watch, to take his time eyeing his food before actually diving in. Seeing you touch yourself without his intervention makes the knot in his lower stomach grow tighter and his skin hotter.

l = location (favorite places to do the do): Rafayel is too possessive to have actual sex in public so that’s a no. Anywhere in his studio is fine if you’re comfortable! Buuut if you trust him enough, please let him drag you to the ocean. There are no interruptions, no important phone calls, no Thomas to accidentally walk in, it’s just you and him where he’s most comfortable. It doesn’t tire him to be in his human form but giving his body a break and finally being in his real, lemurian form, feels like a relief from time to time. 

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going): When you’re more petty than him and talk back. FUCK he could bust a nut right there. Or the fact that as a hunter, you can manhandle him just as easy as he can manhandle you. OR the fact that you’re not scared of him in the slightest. He would never hurt you, but if he wanted, a single song would be enough to make you go crazy and drown in the ocean. You’re aware of that, you just don’t care. That’s what makes him go insane.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs): Share you with someone. Although he doesn’t show it, Rafayel is extremely protective and can be very possessive depending on the situation. Letting someone else touch you turns him off completely.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): #01 pussy eater. Rafayel loves your pussy ok, leave him alone… Can totally cum untouched from just eating you out and is not embarrassed in the slightest. Actually really good at it too, like, 100% a muncher. Def tries to make you squirt on his tongue. As for receiving? Sure! It’s never unwelcomed. Just know that he will return the favor 10x better. ❤︎...¹ ❤︎...² ❤︎...³

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.): Rafayel can be both. There is no red and blue with him, there’s purple. Rafayel can’t stick to a single thing forever. During his heat, he’s rougher, manhandling you around and bending you in whatever position he judges comfortable in the moment. When he’s feeling needy and clingy, he’s gentle. Rolls his hips against yours slowly, kissing your neck sensually while praising you in lemurian.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): Not a big fan but he isn’t totally opposed to them. For Rafayel, sex is something intimate and he wants to take his time with you. He wants both of you to enjoy the moment with no rush. 

r = risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): That depends on how far you two are going. Fingering you under the table at a banquet? Sure, why not. Getting a bit handsy and making out? Lovely. Actual sex? No. Not happening at all. Rafayel, even if he hides it, is a possessive creature. Your sounds and body are for his ears and eyes only. You’re his and he’s not up for sharing.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): Normally, he can go for two rounds before falling on top of you tiredly. In heat though? He is not stopping. His mind breaks but his body still wants and needs more. Doesn’t matter how many times he’s come already, his hips do not stop against yours until he thinks you’re full of his eggs.

t = toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?): Doesn’t own any but is not opposed to them. If you’re interested in trying it out and using them during sex, sure! He can work with that. Extra stimulation on your clit while his fingers are shoved on your cunt isn’t unwanted.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease): Now, is it really Rafayel if there’s no teasing? He is insufferable. He likes to see you work for it even though he knows damn well it’s him that will fold first in the end.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make): Sorry, he’s not holding back. He needs you to know how good you make him feel. His range is insane, he’d be grunting in your ear and suddenly his moans turn high pitched and beautiful. Rafayel can get whiny, he complains, he’s petty, he mewls and in the next second he groans and curses in his mother language in pleasure.

w = wild card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice): I need to spread the virgin Rafayel agenda… He is a lemurian, he’s bound to you in a level that no human would ever understand. There are no “friends with benefits”, “situationship”, “hookup”, Rafayel has been waiting for you and only you. He doesn’t need it to be magical or perfect, he just needs it to be you.

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): The prettiest cock you’ll see in your short human life. It’s genuinely nice to look at. Rafayel’s cock is pale, with the prettiest pink tip and cutest mole on the length that if you kiss, his knees buckle weakly and his head spins. It isn’t thick but it’s curved up and it drags deliciously inside you. I’d say #c7b2ab for the length and #d9a3a3 for the tip. In his human form, solid 6,7 inches (17 cm).

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?): Lemurians are creatures with many cycles. Rafayel has a high libido naturally, but during ebb day and his heat? He is trying to crawl under your skin. Ebb day makes him needy, sensitive and whiny, he just wants an effective way of cooling off. His heat quite literally makes him feral, he wants you and if you consent, you’re not leaving the water at all. At least not until it is over.

z = zzz (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward): Pretty quick. After he’s sure you two are clean, comfortable and satisfied, he’s hugging you close and burying his face in your neck sleepily. If you feel like it, you two can chat. Rafayel loves pillow talk. If you’re tired and wish to be quiet, then it’s time to nap.

caleb

a = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex): THE BEST. King of aftercare. Knows everything you want and attends to every one of your needs. You want water? There’s already a glass on your bedside table. You’re hungry? You want him to cook or do you want to order takeout? He’ll do it. You feel dirty? Let him run a bath for you- you get the idea.

b = body part (their favorite of theirs and their partner): In your body, definitely your ass. Always has been. Doesn’t matter what you are wearing, be it those old pj’s from your childhood, a new pair of undies, nothing at all, it all makes him feel like he’s gonna bust a nut on his pants.

He really likes his arms. Caleb has always worked out a lot since highschool and he’s really proud of how far he’s come. He likes how big they’re compared to yours, how he can manhandle you during sex and roughhousing, and how comfortable you look in his arms when you two hug.

c = cum (anything to do with cum): If you allow him to cum inside you, that’s all he’ll ever want to do. Caleb has a huge breeding kink, and the fact that you trust him enough to let him fill you up drives him mad. If you go down on him, he never lets you swallow it, he feels too bad to do so. Makes you spit on his hand and honestly thank god. It’s thick and slightly bitter but he cums so much you WILL choke. ❤︎...

d = dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs): Sigh, is it really a dirty secret if you already caught him at least twice? Caleb’s interest in your underwear is pathetic. At this point he’s not even trying to hide it anymore, he’s just shamelessly going through your drawers to find that old and stained pair you forgot to throw away. Bonus point if you catch him sniffing them and complain about it. Secretly likes when you scream at him and say “Gross, Caleb!”. Also wishes you let him keep your undies on during sex, it really turns him on.

e = experience (how experienced are they): None. Caleb has never felt any attraction to anyone but you his whole life. For years he has been waiting for the right moment for both of you so, you’re his first and last.

f = favorite position: Backshots. He loves your ass. There’s nothing better than taking you from behind, a hand wrapped around your waist while the other smooths the skin of your back. Also really enjoys being inhumanely close to you, doesn’t matter the position. As long as you two are close, you, safely in his arms, he’s happy. ❤︎...¹  ❤︎...² ❤︎...³ ❤︎...⁴

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): Caleb wishes that you only see his outgoing and playful persona, created just for you and the sexual aspect is not different. He likes to make you laugh at any and every moment. If you whine in pain because his cock is too big, he’ll blow a raspberry on your neck to distract you and make you giggle. He’ll tickle your waist if you talk back. Anything to make you smile.

h = hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): It’s trimmed. Not all shaved and smooth but it isn’t unruly. Has the sliiiiightest happy trail peeking up his boxers. If it bothers you though, he’ll shave it in a minute.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): Very romantic. At least he tries. Caleb wanted to be your prince charming, your knight in shining armor his whole life. Sex is one of the many ways he wants to prove he’s the best for you, that around him, you’re safe and can be yourself with no fear. He kisses you gently, whispering the sweetest words ever in your ear, massaging every sore spot in your body while wishing he’s worthy of your praise too.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon): Yeah… During his teenage years, he jerked off a lot. Caleb had a high libido but could not have the only person he wanted so all he had was his fist. Nowadays, before and after you two got together, i still believe he jerks off alot since you two are still very far apart, you living in Linkon and him in Skyhaven, though he prefers coming to you rather than fucking his fist by himself.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks): As I mentioned previously, Caleb has a huge breeding kink. Part of it is because he genuinely wishes to start a family with you in the future but also because he feels so close to you this way. Loves to keep his cock plugged inside you for a while before actually pulling out. ❤︎...¹ ❤︎...²

His praise kink goes both ways. He’s always praising you for all of your achievements, not only sexually. Please praise him back, he’s trying his best for you, always. Tell him he is making you feel good, tell him you love him, that what he’s doing feels right. He might come on the spot.

Do I even have to mention his size kink… He is bigger than you. Caleb goes weak at the thought of being able to manhandle you into whatever position he wants you to be. And if he can press down on your tummy and feel his cock abusing your cunt? Ohhh yeah, yes he came. Don’t judge him. ❤︎...

l = location (favorite places to do the do): Caleb can only actually relax when he’s alone with you at your apartment or his. Preferably yours back in Linkon. He feels tense in Skyhaven and is always on alert. In Linkon though, he can let himself relax better knowing that you’re safer. Not a fan of kitchen sex specifically. That aside, anywhere is fine.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going): You’re horny? So is he! Caleb has been waiting for you for years, saying he’s pent up is an understatement. Just say the words and he’s already looking at you with puppy dog eyes, waiting for an order.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs): Anything related to impact play. No. He hates the thought of hurting you and finds no pleasure in such things.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): Zero skill, no experience, but he has a dream. Show him how you like it, ride his face, pull his hair, order him around, hell, sit on his face. He’s a quick learner once he sets his mind onto something. 100% a giver and doesn’t want you to go down on him because it’s too “degrading” and he feels bad. Please go down on him. He’ll complain and try to pull away but he comes SO quickly, cock twitching, grunting, knees buckling and all. ❤︎...

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.): … Rough. Listen, he doesn’t mean to be rough but he can’t help it. Your cunt makes Caleb malfunction, overheat and shut down. He’s dumbed down at the slightest clench around his cock and his hips have a mind of their own, snapping against yours harshly as he drools and kisses your shoulder in apology. 

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): Actually likes them! You two are always very busy with your jobs and being distant from each other most of the time isn’t easy. To him, quickies are more about you than him. He wants to get you off so you feel at peace. He can rub one off later and you don’t have to concern your pretty head over it.

r = risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): No. Caleb hates, hates, hates the thought of taking risks with you. He’d rather die than having you be seen in such an intimate way. As for experimenting, yes of course! Be open with him, tell him what you’re into, what you want to try… Your wish is his command.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): From the lack of experience, Caleb can last two rounds max before you tire him out. That does not mean he’ll leave you unsatisfied though. He still has his mouth and fingers ready to satiate you. ❤︎...¹ ❤︎...²

t = toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?): Absolutely not. Are you trying to get him killed? Caleb is jealous of anything that breathes the same air as you and you want him to accept the idea of having something else making you cum? Just shoot him already.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease): If anyone is being teased, it’s him. Although you two play fight a lot, Caleb isn’t one to be a tease during sex. He has been waiting, planning for this moment for years. Everything needs to be perfect. He can wait to get under your skin later.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make): He tries so hard to be quiet… he wants to focus on your moans, your moans are the pretty ones, not his. Caleb holds back, bites his lip, hides his face on your nape but nothing can make him shut up. The moment he enters you, he’s moaning, huffing and grunting like an animal.

w = wild card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice): Caleb really enjoys all the attention you give him when he’s looking all scary and dominant in his colonel uniform. He knows you eye him hungrily when gets home, he won’t take the uniform off on purpose, he just waits to see how long it’ll take for you to fold and come sit on his lap, grinding your cunt on his clothed thigh. Won’t admit it but likes when you call him colonel, sir, mr. xia, etc.

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): Alright mr. fat cock pack it up. It’s thick alright. I can totally picture him saying “biiiig stretch, pips” while shushing your whines. Thick base, thick and veiny length, fat tip. That’s what he's hiding in his boxers. 6,6 inches (~16,5cm) that stretch you out SO good, the veins drag inside you soooo nicely it feels like heaven. #a88479 for the length and #a66d5b for the tip.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?): Oh boy, do I even need to say this? We are talking about THE yearner. Caleb’s super pent up and dare I say he has a pretty high libido. He is always stressed because of work and he has been waiting for you for years. The moment you consent, he’s fumbling with both his and your clothes. 

z = zzz (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward): He usually doesn't sleep after you two have sex. He’s too busy watching you sleep to do so. Caleb is only at peace if he is sure you’re safe and comfortable. Poor boy barely has time to catch his breath as he’s running around the apartment getting everything you might need and want so you don’t have to leave the bed. Tell him to relax, ask him to lie down with you, bury your face on his beefy chest and make sure he doesn’t leave the bed, he needs it.

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[whumperless-whump-event]

WHUMPERLESS WHUMP EVENT 2025

Welcome back to the Whumperless Whump Event of July, where we celebrate the situational and environmental side of our community via beating the shit out of our blorbos!

FAQ and plain text prompts under the cut!

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Q: How are the prompts divided?

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A: The title is a “theme” for the day, followed by two tropes and a dialog prompt.

A: Absolutely.

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Q: Can I use all of the prompts?

A: Absolutely. If it's fun, go for it--don't feel pressured to finish them all, but do follow what's inspiring you.

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A character's drink is spiked at a party. OKAY: The whumper who spiked the drink is never mentioned and is completely faceless, and the story is directly about whumpee recovering. NOT WHUMPERLESS: The whumper who spiked the drink kidnaps the whumpee. A character is left alone in a storm. OKAY: The character is stranded or lost. NOT WHUMPERLESS: Whumper tied them to a post and left them in the storm. A character is mugged on the street. OKAY: The whumper is a stranger, faceless, and the focus is on Whumpee. NOT WHUMPERLESS: The whumper is a stalker and there to kidnap Whumpee.

All in all, if your goal is to fulfill the event, then try to avoid a whumper. If you're using the prompts elsewhere, then ignore this; but in the spirit of the event, no whumper roles please.

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I think that's about it. That's a lot, so if you've got any questions, feel free to shoot me an ask. I'm happy to help!

PROMPTS:

INSULT TO INJURY: Infected wounds / Hurt and ill / “Fate really has it out for you, huh.”

PUBLIC MISINFORMATION: Presumed dead / Search party / “There's a hand, I can see them!”

IT'S NOT YOU, IT'S ME: Left behind / Attempted Martyr / “Get out while you can, and don't look back.”

LIKE A KALEIDOSCOPE: Numbness / Dissociation / “Can I hold your hand?”

AT LEAST IT'S NOT MANUAL: Trapped in a car / Stranded / “You can't drive like this.”

DOOMED BY THE NARRATIVE: Scheduled execution / Near death experience / “That was too close.”

AHOY THERE MATEYS: Motion sickness / Washed ashore / “I hate the ocean.”

CHEF MIS-STEAK: Hot stove / Slip of the knife / “I swear, I'm usually better at this.”

SCHEDULE YOUR MAINTENANCE: Lack of self care / Sick day / “Just take a nap. I can handle the rest.”

BOOM, CLAP: Gunshots / Sound sensitive / “Shut up, please.”

CAN'T STOP WON'T STOP: Overworking / No time to rest / “We're not safe yet.”

HOW DID WE GET HERE: Isekai'd / Evacuation / “This is not a good place to be.”

A GOOD OLD FASHIONED BEATDOWN: Training mistake / Accidentally hurting someone / “…Let's take a break.”

RIPPED THE RUG FROM UNDER YOU: Despair / Clinging on for dear life / “Please don't leave.”

GET BEHIND ME: Using their body as a shield / Full team whump / “You're such an idiot!”

KNOCK ME OFF OF MY FEET: Collapsing in public / Dizzy / “Woah, there, you good?”

SEEING RED: Bloody nose / Coughing up blood / “Good lord, is all that yours?!”

BREAKING NEWS: Storm Shelters / Huddling for warmth / “It'll be over soon.”

IRRESISTABLE: Venomous snake bite / Spiders / “Man, these bugs really just love you, don't they.”

GOT THE SNIFFLES: Seasonal allergies / Can't stop coughing / “Bring tissues next time.”

FEAR IS THE MIND KILLER: Phobias / Uncontrollable shaking / “I gotta do this. I have to.”

HUG TIME: Touch starved / Comfort / “You're safe. I promise, you're safe.”

RECOVERY PERIOD: Tending to past injuries / Bruises / “Alright. Lecture me before you pop a blood vessel.”

IT WAS ALWAYS BURNING: Wide-scale fire / Third degree burns / “You'll only make things worse if you keep doing that.”

IT'S JUST SPRINKLING: Stuck outside during a storm / Natural disasters / “We should not be out here right now.”

CAUGHT IN THE CROSSFIRE: Flying debris / Pinned / “We gotta get you out of here.”

ONLY WAY OUT IS THROUGH: Withdrawal / Hangover / “You'll get through this.”

TAKE A WALK (LITERALLY): Hiking mishap / Heatstroke or heat exhaustion / “Can we take a break?”

TAKE A WALK (FIGURATIVELY): Snapping under pressure / Lashing out / “You wanna say that again?”

MIND THE STRINGS: Mind control / Psychic mishap / “Come back to yourself, please!"

ONE WRONG STEP: Caught in a trap / Impaled / “If we remove it, you'll bleed out in seconds.”

ALTERNATES:

THE CLOCK IS TICKING: Losing track of time / Long term coma / “Was I… dreaming?”

IMPROVISED SOLUTIONS: Field medicine / Makeshift gurney / “It's all we have, I'm sorry.”

HARD KNOCK LIFE: Severe concussion / Clumsiness / "Sorry… who are you again?"

UNDER PRESSURE: Can't stop the bleeding / Disrupted healing factor / "Why isn't it working?!"

WHO'S YOUR EMERGENCY CONTACT: Workplace mishap / Distress call / "Talk to me."

SHENANIGANS AFOOT: Time loops / Body swap / "You're scaring me."

A RIVER IN EGYPT: Working through injury / Recovery / "I'm fine. I'm fine."

[curiositysavesthecat]

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[ozzgin]

Yes hello it's me again uhhh tentacle monster or any monster with a chubby reader and an asshole bf? :3 cause I kinda feel like tentacle monster would hold the stomach rolls like a hamburger during cuddling

content: chubby female reader, NSFW

The tentacle house monster can only gaze in confusion at the strange exchanges you seem to frequently submit yourself to. Indifferent glares, belittling comments, insulting observations. It appears to be quite clear that your boyfriend doesn't care much for your physical appearance, but rather that he puts up with it.

The pressing question for the blasphemous creature is why. Ever since you moved into the cursed building, it has become hopelessly enamored with your curves. So much, in fact, that one night it dared to press a tentacle into your soft, sleeping form. Fascinating. To think your mate - as this is how you refer to the other human - would be this careless and blind.

Thus, another dilemma: would it be such a devastating loss if the monster were to discard your partner and reveal itself as a proper replacement? Surely you'd be quick to recover once it soothed your sorrow with its many tendrils.

You wake up to an unexpected, yet pleasant warmth wrapped around you. You open your mouth to speak to your boyfriend, but your lips are quickly covered by a wet, sticky surface. It almost feels like some sort of sucker you'd find on octopus limbs. Before you can question the foreign object, your thighs are spread open, and a whine escapes your throat. Something begins thrusting in and out of you, stretching you wide.

Shh, shh. Focus on the important matters. By the time it's done with you, you won't even wonder why the space next to you is empty.

[Tentacle House Monster] | [More Monsters]

[cobbled-peach]

ᯓ★ LIKE NO TIME PASSED ──☆ spencer reid x college bsf!reader

[Part 2] | [Cipher masterlist]

A challenging case reunites Spencer with an old college “friend,” resulting in relentless teasing from the team.

ᯓ★ Based on this request here

cw: spencer reid x fem!reader. fluff (idk, it doesn't really have a genre). lots of teasing!!! silly oblivious people a/n: i love silly stupid people!!!!! i love derek morgan!!!!!!! if you want to submit a request of your own, you can use this link here :) w/c: 3k

During his second year of college, someone once asked Spencer if you were just a friend.

He said yes.

That wasn’t entirely true.

Because from the moment he met you – surrounded by the dusty, neglected shelves of the east wing library in the early hours of the morning – something had shifted. Something internal. Subtle, but seismic. You were there in an oversized hoodie, notes spread into carefully chaotic piles. And Spencer, who lived more in his head than in the world, had found himself suddenly grounded in the present.

There was something about you.

Something quiet, but not small. You offered gentleness and attention. You listened to him like listening was an artform. Like every tangled thought he offered was something beautiful. You nodded at the right moments, smiled at his obscure facts, laughed like you meant it – like he was funny. Like he mattered.

Maybe it was the way you never interrupted him. Or the way you’d pause your own train of thought just to make space for his.

Maybe it was even simpler than that: maybe it was the way life felt a little less difficult when you smiled at him.

You were friends.

Study partners. Midnight coffee co-dependents. Occupants of the same, forgotten library alcove. And in that quiet space, something grew.

It was never declared. Never defined. But there were moments – fleeting and silent – when it felt like you both knew.

He felt it. Physically. In his chest and his lungs, in the way his hands would tremble slightly when you brushed past to reach for a book.

He felt it when you brought him coffee without asking, just how he liked it.

He felt it when you saved him a seat during finals week, surrounded by books that created a fortress just for the two of you.

He felt it in the way you looked at each other: a split-second pause, an almost-confession hovering on your lips before it faded into something safer. Something certain.

He came up with excuses for never saying the words. Timing. Fear. Realness – because real things have edges, and real things can break.

And then life, as it tend to do, moved forward.

He graduated early, caught up in accelerated programs and ambition. You chased opportunities – internships and research grants, followed by a fellowship that took you across the ocean.

There was no dramatic farewell. No final moment when the truth spilled out. Just a slow, quiet drifting. The inevitable fading of something unnamed.

You still talked. Occasionally.

He knew when you moved: first to Nice, then Berlin, then Prague. You knew when he joined the FBI, even sent him a card when he earned his badge.

There were letters and long-distance calls filled with laughter and static.

And then the calls grew less frequent, the letters reduced to birthdays and Christmases. And then nothing. Only the nights when he thought of you, the still moments when he wondered what could’ve been if something had been said.

Until even those thoughts ceased too.

And then life, as it does, brought you back. Years and years later.

Not through a phone call or a letter or a carefully planned reunion, but through a case.

The BAU had a problem One that even Spencer Reid, with all his degrees and carefully curated brilliance, couldn’t solve.

A string of engrupted messages. Dozens of them. Each more convoluted than the last. There were codes layered in linguistic inconsistencies and cultural references, scattered across multiple languages and dialects. The meaning lay just out of reach.

Hotch made the call for outside help – someone wth a background in linguistic analysis and decoding systems used by foreign operatives. Spencer didn’t ask who. He was tired, too deep in the data, too frustrated with himself for not seeing the answers already. He expected someone from Rockport. Or maybe an overly confident private contractor with too much ego.

What he did not expect was you.

You were stood in the lobby of the precinct, visitor badge clipped to the lapel of your coat and a manila folder tucked neatly beneath your arm. The wind had caught your hair on the way in, causing it to fall just like it used to after sprinting through the rain from the library to your dorm.

Spencer was frozen in his seat.

His breath caught, all thoughts in his mind ceasing. He blinked, twice, as if expecting you to suddenly vanish. He didn’t move. Couldn’t. His hands remained rigid over the files like the case had fallen out of focus and you had taken centre stage instead.

Then you turned. And your eyes found his.

There was a moment of confusion. Then recognition. And you smiled. Slow and familiar, time slotting back into place.

You made the first move – just as you had all those years ago in the library – crossing the precinct and coming to a halt in front of him.

‘Hi,’ you said, breathless from the wind, and most likely the shock of seeing him there.

Spencer stood so quickly he nearly knocked his chair into the wall behind him. His mouth opened, closed. Nothing came out at first. Just a wide-eyed, stunned silence.

‘Hi,’ he finally managed.

And then, without hesitation, he hugged you.

Spencer Reid hugged you.

Not politely. Not professionally. Not the kind of hug that said it’s nice to see you again.

No, this was something else entirely – a full-body, arms-wrapped-tight, press-your-face-into-his-shoulder, stay-there-for-a-second-too-long kind of hug. He took a deep breath, one hand gently curling into the fabric of your coat like he didn’t want to let you go.

Across the room, Derek Morgan visibly choked on his coffee. The loud splutter was enough to make JJ flinch.

‘What the hell—’ Derek wheezed, wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve, eyes wide as he stared.

JJ turned slowly, eyebrows high, amusement playing on her features. ‘Are his eyes closed?’

‘Uh-huh,’ Morgan nodded, looking mildly scandalized.

Emily rounded the corner with a file in her hand, only to be roped into the impromptu watch party when Morgan grabbed her arm. She looked between her fellow agents, before her eyes fell on Spencer.

‘What are we watching?’ she whispered, glancing between him and the mystery woman he was still hugging.

‘Reid. Hugging someone. Voluntarily,’ JJ said.

‘He’s gone, I tell you,’ Derek said, gesturing toward the two of you with the hand still holding his coffee. ‘Gone.’

Spencer finally – finally – pulled away. Reluctantly, and just barely. His hands hovered at your arms like he wasn’t quite ready to let you. He scanned your face like he was memorizing it again, like he still wasn’t quite sure you were real.

‘You—how are you—? I didn’t know you were coming,’ he said, releasing a stunned laugh. ‘I had no idea it was you they brought in to consult.’

You pulled back a step, tipping your head as if to get a better look at him.

‘I didn’t know this was your team either. I didn’t know you were based here.’

‘I—I mean, technically I’m not. The team travels. Quantico is home base, but we get dispatched on—uh— a case-by-case basis. This came in the day before yesterday, and we—well, we flew in yesterday, but I didn’t—’

‘Still talk too fast when you’re flustered, huh?’ you teased, voice warm.

‘I’m not flustered,’ he replied automatically.

‘Sure you’re not.’

Behind him, Morgan looked about five seconds from combusting.

And that only seemed to worsen when, without even thinking, you reached forward and straightened Spencer’s tie – crooked from the sudden hug. You didn’t hesitate. He didn’t flinch. It was instinct.

Derek just about lost it, covering his mouth with one hand and pointing his coffee at the two of you with the other in stunned silence. This was the man who recoiled at high-fives and fist-bumps. And now he was letting you adjust his tie like it was an everyday occurrence. He then proceeded to gently smack JJ’s arm like are you seeing this.

Spencer’s smile softened further.

‘How have you been?’ he asked. ‘You were in Berlin for a while, right? Then Prague?’

‘Yeah. Then Budapest for a bit. And now Texas, apparently.’

He let out a short laugh.

‘You look exactly the same.’ He paused, then corrected himself. ‘I mean—not exactly. You look… good. Great, actually. Not that you didn’t look good before—’

‘You look good too, Spencer. Really good.’

The years seemed to fold in on themselves. The air between you was suddenly thick with something that had never quite faded. Library corners, late-night coffees, unsaid words – they were all right there, shared in a single breath between you.

It looked like you might say something more when Hotch stepped into the room, calling your name and cutting through the peace.

‘Can I see you for a moment?’

You lifted the file in your hand and smiled sheepishly at Spencer. ‘Duty calls.’

‘Right. Yeah. I’ll be here…’ he said, nodding quickly.

He watched as you turned and disappeared don the hallway, your figure swallowed up by the curve of the corridor.

The second you were out of sight, Morgan spun around with wide eyes.

‘Okay,’ he said, practically vibrating as he stepped into Spencer’s path. ‘What was that?’

Spencer looked slightly dazed. Blinked once. ‘What was what?’

‘That whole reunion scene that looked like it was ripped straight from a Hallmark movie.’

‘We were just saying hello,’ Spencer frowned.

Morgan’s mouth dropped open. He looked around at the others as if to confirm he wasn’t the only one who’d witnessed the scene.

‘Reid, you hugged her.’

‘So?’

‘So?’ Morgan echoed, incredulous. ‘You don’t hug people.’

‘I hug people,’ Spencer said, looking mildly offended at the accusation, crossing his arms.

‘You absolutely do not.’

‘I’ve hugged people before.’

‘Name one,’ Derek challenged, crossing his arms right back.

Spencer opened his mouth. Hesitated. Thought for a beat.

‘…I’m sure I’ve hugged JJ at some point,’ he said, glancing toward her with hopeful eyes.

‘You actively recoiled when I hugged you at my baby shower,’ she said, stifling a small laugh.

Spencer opened his mouth again. Nothing.

Morgan continued to grin, relentless. ‘Since when have you had a girlfriend, man?’

‘Girlfriend?’ Spencer said, physically reeling back. His voice had raised at least two octaves. ‘She’s not—what? No! We went to college together. We were friends.’

‘Just friends?’ Emily asked, narrowing her eyes suspiciously as she leaned in. ‘Because you let her fix your tie. That’s a big thing for you.’

‘That doesn’t make it romantic,’ Spencer insisted. ‘It’s just… a familiarity thing. We knew each other really well back then.’

‘You know us really well,’ Morgan pointed out, still gesturing wildly like he was presenting evidence to a jury. JJ and Emily seemed convinced, at least. ‘And you would rather look at a double homicide than let one of us touch your neck. She walks in and starts adjusting your clothes like its nothing.’

That had Spencer looking mildly horrified. His eyes darted between JJ and Emily, desperate for a lifeline.

‘We’re just friends! From college!’

‘And you were grinning like an idiot,’ JJ added beneath her breath. Not helpful.

‘I was not.’

‘You were,’ Derek and Emily said in unison.

‘And so was she,’ JJ added. More helpful. ‘You were both looking at each other like…’

‘Like a couple of college sweethearts,’ Emily supplied.

‘I was gonna say “like a Nicholas Sparks montage,” but sure, lets go with Emily’s thing,’ Morgan said, nodding.

Spencer opened his mouth to argue again – flustered, red-faced, completely overwhelmed – but the sound died in his throat as you reappeared. His posture straightened instantly.

Morgan coughed pointedly and stepped back with a knowing grin.

File in hand and eyes bright with focus, you made a direct beeline toward Spencer. It was like he held his own gravitational pull.

‘Agent Hotchner briefed me on the case details so far,’ you said, glancing up to offer him a quick smile. ‘He said you’d be able to walk me through what’s already been decoded?’

Spencer nodded a little too enthusiastically, smile wide and boyish. (Far too wide, if Morgan’s exaggerated hand gestures in the background were anything to go by.)

‘Yeah. Yeah, absolutely. I—uh—I’ll get th notes,’ he said, turning in a quick, almost tripping circle to locate the correct files.

It was only then that you turned to the rest of the team, cheeks slightly flushed, eyes warm.

‘Sorry—hi—I should’ve introduced myself,’ you said, accompanied with an apologetic laugh. You supplied them with your name before continuing, ‘I’m the linguistics consultant. It’s really nice to meet you all.’

JJ smiled back instantly. ‘You too.’

Morgan grinned innocently, nodding in agreement. ‘Yeah. Real nice to finally meet Spencer’s girlfriend.’

You blinked, caught off guard. ‘I’m sorry—what?’

Morgan kept his smile angelic.

‘You know,’ he said. ‘Girlfriend. Partner. Sweetheart. That whole thing.’

Spencer looked like he wanted to die and crawl into a hole.

You laughed awkwardly, eyes darting to Spencer, then back to Morgan. ‘Oh, no. We’re just friends.’

‘Uh-huh,’ Emily murmured.

JJ tilted her head, speaking to Emily behind her hand, ‘Just friends who stare at each other like they hung the moon…’

Before either of you could mount a defense, the door swung open. Rossi strolled in, brows furrowed as he scanned the room.

‘Did we pick up a consultant?’ he asked casually, eyes landing on you.

Morgan didn’t miss a beat, still not letting up. ‘Yeah. Spencer’s girlfriend.’

Simultaneously, you and Spencer blurted: ‘No!’

Rossi stopped in his tracks, taking in the scene: Spencer’s tie was slightly askew, his ears were crimson, your file folder was tilted in your arms, and you were standing too close for it to mean nothing.

‘You sure?’

Spencer turned and looked at you helplessly.

‘I swear, this is not what working here is usually like,’ he insisted.

‘No, the soap-opera commentary doesn’t exactly scream FBI professionalism,’ you teased. The gentle laugh behind your words caused a warmth to spread through his chest.

‘Come on,’ he said, leading you toward the small conference room at the end of the hall. ‘I’ll walk you through the code so far. Fair warning – it’s mess.’

‘That’s fine,’ you said, smiling. ‘You know I enjoy puzzles.’

The two of you fell into a quick and easy rhythm.

Whiteboards filled with scribbled notes. Coffee cups stacked beside discarded wrappers. The low hum of some piano music coming faintly from your laptop. You debated theories, challenged the syntax logic, bounced ideas off one another like you used to in late-night study sessions.

At some point, he forgot to feel self-conscious. You were just… there. Like no time had passed.

And then, as naturally as you'd appeared, you’d stood to go check in with Hotch with what you had so far. The room felt colder when you left.

Spencer found himself glancing at the door.

More than once.

Which is exactly what Morgan noticed when he casually strolled into the room minutes later, sipping from a fresh cup of coffee, holding another one out wordlessly.

Spencer accepted it with a way glance.

‘I wanted to say sorry,’ Derek added, his voice more subdued than earlier. ‘For the teasing. I wasn’t trying to embarrass you.’

Spencer took a long sip. ‘Are you sure about that?’

‘Yeah, okay – maybe it was too much. We just don’t see you like that very often. And… I guess it kind of surprised us.’

‘Like what?’

‘Smiling like an idiot,’ Morgan said, sitting down in the chair beside him. ‘Staring longingly at the door, waiting for her to come back... Look – I’ll put the teasing aside for a minute: you want talk about it?’

Spencer paused. Took another sip. ‘There’s nothing to talk about. She’s just a friend. And she has interesting insights.’

‘She could tell you the sky was purple and you’d write a thesis defending it.’

‘That sounds like teasing,’ Spencer pointed out, before continuing, ‘and I wouldn’t defend her on that. But it doesn’t take away from the fact she’s incredibly intelligent and her work on linguistic systems is genuinely—’

Morgan held up a hand. ‘Stop. Before you start spiralling. Let me ask you something simple: do you like her?’ he asked, leaning in slightly.

‘I’ve always liked her,’ Spencer responded. ‘She’s my friend.’

‘No. Do you like like her?’

‘What are we, twelve?’ Spencer asked, brows furrowing.

‘Just answer the question.’

Spencer hesitated and shifted awkwardly.

‘We were close in college,’ he began. ‘I don’t—nothing ever happened. And then we both went separate ways. Lost touch.’

‘Reid,’ Morgan said, gently now. ‘You’re avoiding the question.’

Spencer inhaled through his nose. Exhaled sharply. His fingers tapped against the lid of his coffee.

‘I just… I don’t know.’

Morgan nodded slowly. ‘Okay, tell me this, then: when you saw her today, how did it feel?’

That question didn’t require much thought.

‘Good. Like old times. Like everything was back in place.’

‘Exactly,’ Morgan grinned.

There was a very long pause. Spencer blinked. Once. Twice. His mouth parted slightly and a dawning look of horror crept across his face.

‘There it is,’ Morgan continued. ‘You like like her.’

‘No—I mean—I don’t—do I?’

Morgan just sat back, letting the truth settle in.

‘Oh no,’ Spencer mumbled, rubbing a hand across his face.

Morgan, smugger than he’d ever been before, nodded vehemently, ‘Oh yes.’

Spencer dropped his head back, letting out a sigh and staring up at the ceiling like it might provide him with the answers.

‘Was it really that obvious?’ he asked.

‘Yeah… I mean, the way you hugged her – you practically melted into her.’

‘In front of everyone,’ Spencer mumbled. ‘That's so humiliating.’

‘Spencer, it’s not humiliating. Look, I teased you, sure – but it’s completely human.’

There was a brief silence as Spencer fiddled with his coffee lid again, mind clearly racing. Morgan gave it a beat, then leaned forward.

‘Here’s the part you’re not going to overthink—’

‘There’s a part I’m not going to overthink?’ Spencer questioned warily.

‘—you’re going to ask her out.’

‘What?’

‘Come on. You’re a genius, Pretty Boy. You can figure out how to ask her on a date... She’d say yes, by the way.’

‘You think so?’ Spencer said quietly.

‘I know so,’ Morgan responded, clapping a hand on his shoulder. ‘Go get your girl.’

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