#which was really funny because the song was like in any case about shiv

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SUCCESSION MUSICAL EPISODE IN MY DREAM, I FUCKING WIN

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kickstart my heart - (request) - spencer reid x oc

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summary: a night out with the team reminds spencer and his wife of what life was before kids.  one babysitter later, an extra evening at the hotel and the night is finally there’s for the taking.

also yeah I love kickstart my heart by motley crue and I heard it earlier and I was like oh yes INSPIRATION

AND my first drunk karaoke song I ever sung was Don’t Go Breaking My Heart with my cousin at a small bar in Dallas and part of that experience helped me to write this lolololol if y’all ever want the video hmu LMAO

warnings: well if the request asked and the summary didn’t give it away there shall be SMUT, so much ~smut~  ; )

a/n: thank you so much for requesting this, anon!  hope you enjoy this and have kept your eye out.

The team had just wrapped up another case and it wasn’t quite dark out, yet.  Morgan smirked at each of his teammates before suggesting they check out one of the local bars down the street from the hotel and stay an extra night.  JJ groaned and leaned against the SUV, “It’s so late,”

“My internal clock is so off,” Spencer’s wife sighed.

“You parents, have some fun!” Morgan exclaimed, “The night is still young,”

Spencer laughed, “Not when you have kids,”

Prentiss whined at them as well, followed up by a teasing Rossi.  When Hotch said he would join Derek, though, the entire team couldn’t say no.  When they arrived back at the hotel they made a call to their regular babysitter and booked another night along with the team.

it took so much control not to just snuggle up under the covers and go the hell to sleep.  Which is exactly what Spencer tried to do.

“Nuh-uh, if I gotta go then you gotta go,” she reprimanded as she leaned over his limp body.

He groaned, “Go without me, I’ll come down in twenty minutes.”

“That really means ‘I’m going to sleep and never waking up,’“ she scoffed, “Come on, Spence, when was the last time we actually went out?”

“If I remember correctly it was five months and six days ago-”

“Stop stalling, get up.” she said as she shoved him playfully.  It took her about five minutes to refresh herself and he jumped at her commanding voice, “Get up!”

- - -

Many drinks later his wife was slung over his shoulder and talking wildly about their first date.  Their coworkers laughed at her many rabbit trails and funny quips, particularly towards Spencer’s awkward self.  He blushed and took small drinks of his second cocktail, the beginning tingles of tipsiness finally making themselves known.  

Rossi and Prentiss were currently up on the stage performing Don’t Go Breaking My Heart and having a wonderful, drunken time together.  By the middle of the song everyone in the small bar was singing along with them and having just as much fun as the performers.  

If only Garcia was here, then the bar would be ten times more rowdy and the drunk girl had to admit she missed her techie.

“Sing for us!”

Spencer and his wife turned to Morgan with quirked brows.  Spencer immediately rejected but his wife, on the other hand, jumped at the idea.  After much useless tugging and yanking on her husband she left him at the table and practically sprinted up to the stage.

“Oh, Jesus. . .” Spencer muttered to himself with a smile.

He hadn’t seen her this drunk since two New Year’s Eve’s ago.

The familiar guitar twang of a song very near to Spencer started up on the stereo.  A blush spread across his face as each memory involving that song ran through his head rather fast.

It was playing the first time he saw her.  The first time they kissed.  At their wedding.

With her best effort she belted the beginnings of the song, unashamedly.

Soon the rest of the team was cheering her on with grins on their faces.  The chorus unsurprisingly brought nearly the entire bar to singing with her.  With a look in her eyes that Spencer hadn’t seen in a long time she approached him with swaying hips that made him nearly drool.

With an arm around his neck and the other holding the cheap microphone she dipped dangerously low in front of him.  Morgan and Hotch roared with laughter at Reid’s wide eyes and deep red face.  JJ was nearly crying from laughter and Prentiss merely nodded in admiration towards her drunk coworker.

Rossi sipped on his rum and coke, “Young people,” he rolled his eyes with a smile.

She ran a loose hand down the front of his chest before turning back around to belt the chorus.  She had the entire team singing with her now, Morgan approached her to dance alongside her.  Spencer smiled at the sight of his two friends attempting to dance and sing like they were actually on a stage.

The intense guitar solo slowed down along with her singing.  With sultry eyes and a devilish grin, she approached her husband again.  She raised one leg over his own in the chair, leaning down painstakingly close to his lips with her own.  This, of course, was followed by many hoots and whistles from their friends.

For a minute there was no music or lyrics to be sung, only their eyes and their pounding hearts.  That sweet and genuine smile he had grown to love over the years appeared on her features and she sealed the space between them.  

Deeply she kissed him, pulling him closer by his tie.  The whistles only grew longer now and he could faintly hear Morgan cheer, “That’s my Pretty Boy!”

Spencer’s hand grabbed at her hair, pulling her closer to him in a surge of confidence and deepening the kiss.  Discreetly his tongue slid between her lips and he could have sworn he heard the faintest of moans from her.  A tingle spread through his body straight to his core, definitely not from the drinking.

She nearly missed the last few lines of the song because she couldn’t pull away from him so soon.  But when she did, the entire bar (which was about ten extra people) was in an uproar from the scene they had all witnessed.

- - -

They were the last ones to occupy the bar, talking quietly amongst themselves about the case and their everyday lives.  Their buzzes had died down after ordering a few appetizers (and many glasses of water.)  It was one of the few times the team could get together as a team and enjoy each other’s presence.

Spencer’s arm was wrapped tightly around her waist as they walked down the dimly lit hall to their hotel room.

“Think the kids are okay?” she asked quietly as they approached their door.

Spencer slid the key in, “Babysitter called me an hour ago, they’re asleep and didn’t cause her any trouble.”

She smiled, “That’s good,”

It was quiet as they undressed and got ready for bed, the dark circles underneath their eyes starting to appear.  It was well past their ‘bedtime’ of ten o’clock and both of them were ready to knock out for the night.

Spencer looked up from his book when she opened the bathroom door clad in just a towel.  Her hair was wet from her shower and he could faintly smell her soap and shampoo.  His eyes roamed over her wet body, licking his lips subconsciously.

“Cat got your tongue?” 

He glanced up to see her smirking slightly at him, pulling the towel tighter over her body in a (useless) effort to hide herself.  She winked at him and leaned down to retrieve her pajamas and toothbrush.  

Spencer’s eyes did not leave her body as she gathered her things and headed back into the bathroom.  Once the door closed he was painfully aware of the growing bulge in his boxers, now.

As quietly as he could he walked to the bathroom door and knocked on it.

“You can come in, Spence, why are you knocking?”

He opened the door slowly and leaned against the doorframe, taking in her clean state.  She glanced at him with a cocked brow, “Need something?”

“Definitely,” he responded.

She turned to him, “Excited to see me?  Or is-”

“I’m definitely excited to see you,” he responded huskily, entering the bathroom completely now.  

He shut the door behind him and smiled at her, “Tonight, when you were singing, t-that was. . .um. . .”

She blushed, “I know, I felt it too.”

“It’s been so long since we’ve had a night just to ourselves,” he sighed, relieved she was feeling the same way, “I love the kids, but I miss all the time we used to have.”

“Well we have plenty of time tonight, don’t we?” she responded.

He smiled at her and took her into his arms.  She wrapped them around his neck and stood on the tips of her toes to meet his lips halfway.  He smiled within the kiss, tasting the faint remainder of toothpaste on her tongue.  She squeaked when he wrapped his arms underneath her and hoisted her up onto his waist.  She gratefully wrapped her legs around his middle and smiled down at him.

“We’re gonna slip on the tile floor if this continues in here,” she whispered in his ear, kissing beneath his lobe.  

He nodded in agreement before releasing a sigh and carrying her out of the bathroom.  She landed against the bed with a smile and uncontrollable, small giggles.  Spencer loomed over her body with lustful eyes, drinking in the sight of his wife beneath him.  Drops of water were still scattered over her shoulders and inner thighs and her hair was pressed against the sides of her hair, still damp.

“You’re so,” he paused, “Well, I couldn’t think of a better word than hot after the performance you gave tonight.”

“Had you thinking about that the rest of the night?” she teased, pulling him down by the collar of his night shirt.

He kissed her neck slowly, “That had me thinking of many things, tonight,”

She sighed as he peppered kisses up and down her neck, suckling on her collarbone just the tiniest bit.  Hastily she pulled him away and attacked his lips in a much more needy way than she had tonight.  Their tongues swirled around each other and explored the insides of each other’s mouths and teeth clattered against each other in the intense lip-lock.  

His hands slowly pulled the towel off of her body that she had been keeping from him all night and he nearly growled at the sight of her.  He leaned down to take one of her hard nipples into his mouth, tugging and nipping at it ever so slightly.

She shivered against the contact and arched her back at the feeling of his mouth around herself.  Goosebumps spread all over her body and she wanted nothing more than to make love to him all night.

Slowly he kissed down her stomach, fingertips trailing over all the stretch marks from her pregnancies.  It made her smile to think of the family she had with Spencer, and how she would never have wanted to start one with anyone else.

His lips hovered over her dripping core, placing sweet kisses all along her inner thighs.  She giggled at the ticklish sensation and leaned back into the fluffy bedspread.  Pure bliss took over her senses as Spencer finally dipped his head between her legs.

She gasped when his lips finally met her aching center, his hot breath creating quite a contrast to her exposed self.  His tongue roamed between her folds and lapped up every drop of liquid as she squirmed beneath his strong hold on her hips.  She couldn’t contain the very loud moan of his name as his tongue dove inside her, rubbing against her insides and creating a friction she craved.

“Fuck me, please, Spencer,” she moaned out, hardly able to hold herself back anymore.

He pulled away with glossy lips and a sweet smile, “I’ve been waiting all weekend for this,” he said as he stripped himself of his shirt and boxers.  Her eyes widened at the sight and ushered him to come closer, running her hands up and down his chest with a kind of greed that made him even harder.

“Don’t keep yourself waiting, then.”

He kissed her long and hard as he lined himself up with her entrance.  Slowly he pushed himself inside of her, groaning at the warmth that surrounded his length now.  She let out a sharp gasp at the feeling of him filling her completely.  

It had been quite some time since they had been intimate.

Spencer began to pump inside and out of her slowly, “Fuck, I needed this so bad,” he groaned.

She pulled him close and kissed him, “I love you,” she whispered.

“I love you, too,” he said before beginning to pump himself once more.  

As Spencer gained speed the friction between their bodies grew stronger and hotter.  She could feel her juices leaking all over his cock, it made her feel so young again.  Sex was rare with the kids around, now, only making the spontaneous fucking even more hot.

If that was possible.

He pulled away and stood at the edge of the bed, pulling her legs close to wrap around his middle as he began to pound into her.  He couldn’t peel his eyes away from her bouncing body beneath him, her face twisted in pleasure and the sweetest moans coming from her perfect mouth.  One of his hands went to her breast, squeezing it tightly as he rammed faster into her.

“I’m gonna cum,” she moaned, “Oh shit, Spence!”

He nodded, “Do it, cum for me, love.”

Just as her orgasm hit he placed both of her hands above her head, threading his long fingers between her own.  She let out heavenly moans that made him twitch inside of her as she clenched around him, rocking her hips against his.  He watched as she rode out her high, her moans becoming quieter chants of his name.

“Cum for me, Spencer.” she whispered, pulling his head down close to her.

He buried his face into the crook of her neck, picking up his pace once more.  She wrapped her legs around his back, giving him a better angle that made both of them moan simultaneously.  The closer he got to the edge, the harder he sucked on her neck.  

His orgasm rocked his entire being as he spilled himself inside of her.  She placed a hand on his cheek and brought him in for heated kiss as he bucked his hips against hers, riding out his high.  Soon his bucks became quick and sharp twitches against her until he finally collapsed over her sweaty body.

They remained like that for a few moments, panting heavily in each other’s ears and shutting their eyes in exhaustion.  He pulled away from her neck and pushed the strands of hair away from her eyes, smiling down at her.  She gazed up at him with a smile of her own and pecked his lips, “We should have date night every week if it turns out like this,” she panted.

He laughed and kissed her forehead, “I think we could manage that,”

- - -

The team were waiting patiently in the lobby for the couple to make their first appearance of the day.  Emily had not-so-subtly hinted that they had been busy for at least part of the night before she finally fell asleep. 

Morgan’s eyes gleamed with mischief as the couple finally arrived from the elevators.  Spencer groaned at the sight of his friend giving him a thumbs up, whereas his wife was basking in the glory.

“Don’t encourage him,” Spencer grumbled.

She scoffed, “I just got laid by my incredibly attractive husband last night, there’s no way I can hide it.”

Spencer smiled at the comment and slung an arm around her shoulders, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, “Well, when you put it that way. . .”

“Heard you two lovebirds had a ‘busy’ night?” Morgan clapped Reid on the shoulder with a grin.

“You didn’t hear them, I did!” Emily exclaimed as they gathered their luggage.

Spencer and his wife blushed to the tips of their ears but smiled at their friends nonetheless.  Hotch held the door open for his teammates with a very small smile on his face, “Last night was fun, but we need to get home and get some much-needed rest.”

Everyone nodded in agreement and followed after each other to the SUVs parked outside.  Before she slid into her seat, Spencer laid a forceful (but quiet) slap to her ass.  She turned to find him wearing a smirk that was so rare, it made the feelings from last night begin to bubble up inside of her once again.

Rossi rolled his eyes, having seen the entire exchange in the side mirror of the SUV.

“Save it for home, agent.”

THE MASTERLIST (MORE REQUESTS AND SPENCER FICS)

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Not A Ghost - part 18

A/N - Multi-part fic. Colossus x OC where OC has come home after being wrongfully imprisoned in the Icebox. Warnings for whole fic - references and flashbacks to harsh prison environment, including various types of abuse. Takes place shortly after events in Deadpool 2. Whole thing will end up on my AO3 eventually.

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Piotr had made a massive platter of tacos for lunch. Piotr, Ellie, Yukio, and Rhonda sat around the table and had just started eating when Wade and Cable showed up.

Wade gasped in dramatic mock-offense, “What the fuck, Colossus? You made tacos and didn’t bother to invite me?” He pulled his phone from a pocket and after some taps and swipes, showed the table an Instagram post--Yukio’s smiling face in a low corner, holding a taco, while Ellie and Piotr were behind her, assembling more tacos. “I gotta hear about this shit from Yukio’s adorable Instagram! -- Hi, Yukio!” he waved cheerfully at her.

“Hi, Wade!” she beamed and waved back. “Happy to see you!” When she gestured toward the tacos, Wade snatched one up and started crunching away.

Piotr hesitated and almost turned them away, but he checked Rhonda’s face. She held her head tall, shoulders down in a posture that didn’t look nervous. Her eyes had the slightest squint in a reserved smile, but she didn’t look afraid like she had when she first met Cable.

Turning his attention back to his boisterous friend, Piotr said firmly, “A plate, Wade. Hello, Cable.”

Cable, quiet as ever, got plates for himself and Wade to join the table for lunch. He gave everyone his typical curt nod, but gave Rhonda an actual verbal greeting with his nod, “Rhonda.”

“Hey,” she returned politely between bites. It might be surprising for a Russian to be good at cooking Tex-Mex, but Piotr certainly made some fabulous tacos. The seasoning was flavorful and spicy, without being overbearingly hot.

“Oh, heyyy!” One of Wade’s cheeks bulged as he eyed Rhonda. “Look at you! Less Shawshank, more spank bank. I like it.”

Piotr’s eyes bulged and he nearly choked on his food. Rhonda almost spat the drink she’d just sipped. She checked her clothes, scoffing. “What about sweaty hair and old hoodie says spank bank?” 

Wade shrugged, “Ask the Venom fans, I honestly don’t know.”

As she thumbed away the little spot of sour cream on her lip, Rhonda shot Ellie a look, hoping for an explanation for what the hell he was talking about. Ellie rolled her eyes and shook her head.

This visit was going much better than the last one. Cable usually matched Ellie for hard scowls and pretending nothing has ever been fun ever, but even both of them had some laughs. The group generally caught up and shared news.

“So wait,” Wade interrupted Piotr in the middle of some updates about the school. “Who did your wife try to stab last week?”

Yukio and Ellie hesitated, Piotr tried to shut down that line of questioning, but before he could, Rhonda thumped one hand on the table. “Okay, look,” she said, defensive and irritated, “Kurt did his bamf-out-of-nowhere thing, like he always has, because he thought it would be funny to startle me, like he always has.” She huffed. “It’s just that my...startle reflex is no longer jumping or shrieking--it got re-trained so I now go straight to stabbing a motherfucker. But I did not actually hit him.”

In truth, the fact that Rhonda had almost stabbed a close friend had scared her as much as Piotr. The look on Kurt’s face when he’d bamfed away to avoid the shiv, however, was priceless. Who’s startled now, bitch?

Rhonda grumbled into her taco, “It was nice to see him get scared for once, though.”

Wade’s face was lit up with pure joy as he slapped at Cable’s shoulder, “Oh my god. We gotta take her to a haunted house in the fall!”

A worst case scenario flashed in Piotr’s brain that involved several people missing their kidneys and his wife shaking in a corner. “Absolutely not,” he said. 

“We’ll see!” Wade insisted.

Cable did his best to rein him in and shift the subject. “Rehab, though?” he asked, “The music helping you?”

Rhonda brightened. “Yeah! Well, sort of. It helps me focus.”

Yukio beamed, “Have you listened to Hozier yet?”

Ellie and Rhonda exchanged sly smiles before Rhonda answered, “Next on my list.”

Piotr beamed proudly, gesturing to his wife, “She had wonderful breakthrough yesterday! Lit a bulb so bright, it shattered.” He said more quietly, “Though, perhaps don’t hold it so close to your face next time, sladkaya.”

Steri-strips still criss-crossed her face over the nicks as she gave a halfhearted eye roll. She only kept the strips on so Piotr didn’t force something more drastic like a cone of shame.

Scooping up little taco remnants onto her fork, Rhonda admitted, “It’s not like when your abilities are new and you’re just trying to do better than running on raw emotion.” She tapped one of the steri-strips, “This caught me by surprise while I was venting about something, but otherwise...I know exactly how I used to control it, I just...it’s like I can’t reach it.” 

That just-out-of-reach feeling itself was frustrating, but what made it even worse was not knowing how to make her friends understand. Why would they, if they’d never experienced something like this themselves? She gestured, struggling for words, “Like if you...took a ton of piano lessons as a kid, didn’t keep up with it, and tried years later to play piano.”

Yukio nodded sipping her water, “You might remember a few of the easy songs, but nothing fancy?”

Rhonda nodded and shrugged, “Yeah. Yeah, I guess that’s close enough.”

“So what I’m hearing,” Piotr teased with a gentle smile, “Is that perhaps we don’t have to worry about you frying all the wiring in the house?” At his wife’s sigh and snicker, Piotr clarified for the rest, “When we were young, this one would blow the circuits in half the house every time she got nervous.”

Glancing around the kitchen, Rhonda added, “I did get pretty good at fixing the wiring.”

Lunch was wrapping up and Ellie, Yukio, and Cable moved dishes to the kitchen. Wade playfully poked Rhonda’s arm, shoulder, and face. “Well, come on, show us what you got!”

Rhonda glanced at her husband, then back to Wade, swatting his hand away, "I dunno, um...there’s really not much to see yet." She shifted in her seat, folding her arms and pulling her hoodie tighter.

"Last time we saw you,” Wade gestured wildly, “you could do the human sparkler thing." He waited, and when she was still narrowing her eyes at him, he added, “PLEASE, what the fuck, COME ON, I just wanna do the Uncle Fester thing!”

“Who?” Ellie asked in disgust. 

Rhonda leveled a disbelieving sneer on Wade. “You want me to light a bulb in your mouth?”

Cable’s face fell. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” he murmured to himself.

Pointing at the steri-strips on her face, Rhonda said, “You realize that’s dangerous, right?”

Wade just laughed. And laughed and laughed.

Rhonda turned to her husband and shrugged. “It wouldn’t be the stupidest thing I’ve done.”

--

Piotr wasn’t happy about it, but they all went into the backyard to see if Rhonda could actually light a bulb held in Wade’s mouth.

Yukio was earnestly excited. With some electrical abilities herself, she liked finding new party tricks, even if this one seemed risky for her taste. Ellie started recording a video, not because she doubted Rhonda’s control, but anything involving Wade had potential to go hilariously wrong. 

Cable and Piotr wore matching exasperated frowns, both crossing their arms as they watched their respective partners. Leaning his head just a bit toward the Russian, Cable asked, “Any advice for how to rein him in when he’s a jackass like this?”

With a halfhearted shrug, Piotr said, “With her, sometimes I just have to wait until she falls asleep.”

“And?”

Piotr blinked and shook his head, “And then she is asleep. Wade is like that too, in my experience.”

Rhonda carefully considered between two light bulbs which she would use for Wade. The lower watt one was more likely to shatter if she accidentally hit it with too much power, but the higher watt bulb might be tougher to sustain a light.

“I want the big one!” Wade pointed, eyes and smile wide with glee.

Hoping it was the right choice, Rhonda handed the smaller bulb to Yukio. Wade looked directly into the camera on Ellie’s phone and made his best Christopher Lloyd impression, “My name is Fester! It means...to rot!” He was practically bouncing with excitement as he beckoned Rhonda, “Okay, okay, put it in me!”

“Wow,” she said simply as she set the fitting in his mouth. She backed away a few feet to get clear of Ellie’s shot, and focused. 

Rhonda could feel the electricity that was in the air and pulsed through everyone’s bodies. It pulsed and flowed through her, stronger than through other people. Carefully targeting the bulb in Wade’s mouth and nothing else, she sent a pulse. At first it flickered. For about ten seconds, flicker was all it did.

“All right, Wade,” Cable grumbled, “You had your fun--”

Wade indignantly waved him off. Rhonda was about to give up when she decided to push just a little harder. To her surprise, and everyone else’s, the light suddenly grew stable and bright.

Yukio clapped, Piotr beamed with pride, but Wade made an alarmed sound and dropped the bulb into his hands. Rhonda immediately dropped the pulse and reached for him to see if he was okay.

“My mouth started buzzing!” Wade yelled. “Fuck! That was--that was like doing a BUNCH of cocaine, and then eating pop rocks! Or sucking off a Tazer.”

Rhonda took back the bulb and chided, “We said it was a dumb idea.”

Wade’s voice came out smooth and sultry, “I didn’t say I wasn’t into it.”

Unsure what to say to that, Rhonda turned to head into the house. Behind her, she could hear Ellie’s quip, “Yeah, I’ll get some good memes out of this one.” Piotr caught up to Rhonda, with Yukio and Ellie behind him and Cable and Wade bringing up the rear. 

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A trio of teenage boys were getting snacks in the kitchen when Rhonda and the rest came back in from the yard. A particularly chunky boy narrowed his eyes at Rhonda before pleasantly smiling in recognition. “Hey! Guestbook! I didn’t know you live here!”

Rhonda’s blood went cold and she froze. Piotr stopped short to avoid bumping into her. She recognized this kid as the one who had tried to pick fights and assert dominance over the same thugs she avoided at all costs.

“Russell!” Wade yelled excitedly from behind Ellie.

Russell, for his part, wasn’t particularly good at reading people, but he knew he’d said something wrong when the strange woman’s smile turned to a murderous glare. She crossed the room, not too fast, but certainly full of intent. She stopped slightly outside of arm’s reach.

“Sladkaya?” Piotr asked behind her.

She ignored her husband and looked Russell directly in the eye. In a low growl too quiet for anyone else to hear, she said, “My name. Is Rhonda Rasputin. And you do not call me by any other name.” Her dark eyes were hard like onyx as Russell swallowed, trying to look less afraid than he was.

Before he could answer, or apologize, Rhonda spun and headed for the hall, calling over her shoulder, “Yukio, I heard you wanted to play with some hair dye? Let’s go.” 

Elated, Yukio practically skipped after her, tugging Ellie behind her.

Piotr watched his wife stalk off, deciding he would have to see Wade and Cable out as soon as he could before he could ask her what that was all about.