Spencer Reid | Oneshots

Never Have I Ever (1) 🔥 (E)

Summary: After a case involving kink culture, Spencer is assigned to judge the girls' game of Never Have I Ever. Him and Reader compare scores.

Rating: Explicit (18+ ONLY)

Content Warning: 
BDSM talk, drugging drinks (mention), mentions of: daddy kink, impregnation kink, sex toys

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There's something about taboo things that just makes them more exciting. Whether it's clandestine lovers meeting in a grimy, cheap ass hotel room to escape from the reality of their day to day lives or the way swingers conspire to share a night with someone else's body.

What really sucks about the taboo stuff, though, is that it's that way for a reason. Which explains why I'm currently standing in the middle of a sex dungeon with a dead body in the corner.

Great.

I rubbed my neck as I looked around at the plethora of familiar toys and tricks hanging in the basement. Although it seemed counterintuitive, it was hard for me to imagine how something like this could go so wrong.

Color me surprised when it seemed like the person least preoccupied in this den of sin was Reid, who was currently crouched in front of the victim like she was the only interesting thing in the room.

"See anything Reid?" I called from across the room, currently inspecting the rack of whips and paddles to spot any freshly drawn blood. No dice.

"Yeah, it's weird..."

That was the understatement of the century.

"What specifically? There's a lot of weird down here."

"I... don't see any evidence of sexual assault, or a sexual component of any form."

He stood up as he heard me approaching him, still fixated on the woman in front of him. Never once did he take a glance at the objects surrounding him, even as he was clearly talking about them.

Did he just have a really tough stomach, or is he lowkey a little freaky? I wasn't sure, but I did make a note to figure it out later.

"We're literally in a sex dungeon," I remarked, motioning my arm to the room around us. That was the first time he looked around, but even then it was with the most disinterested face I've ever seen from a guy who is almost never disinterested. Not even when someone was talking about the fucking Kardashians.

"Yeah, I know. That's why it's weird. It's almost like someone put her here to make us think that it's involved."

That was when the local sheriff finally piped in, now that he was apparently done gawking at the contents of the room, "You don't think it is?"

I hated how judgmental he sounded. It was very clear that he felt this was the poor girl's fault that she was murdered. Luckily, Spencer did not share that belief.

"No, I don't. I think she was placed here on purpose, but I don't think it was a member of the community."

Dipshit wasn't taking the answer lightly.

"You've gotta be kidding me. These people tie each other up, choke each other, and draw blood for fun. They're all batshit crazy."

Reid watched as I rolled my eyes, biting on my tongue as I turned to him with a pissed off face. He shared my frustration with raised eyebrows, but then decided he wasn't going to leave it at that.

"You know, contrary to popular belief and to some extent our own intuition, psychopathic sexual sadism is incompatible with the BDSM community at large. I don't think this unsub is part of the community at all. Or at least, he hasn't been for some time."