Let’s Start the New Year Right
Spencer Reid x fem!reader
18+ minors DNI
desc: Spencer and reader get invited to a chill, casual NYE party. But things heat up right at the stroke of midnight.
cw: food mention, Spencer is a little awkward in the beginning, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, semi-public sex (in a bathroom)... Let me know if I missed anything
wc: 1667
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“I can’t go dressed like this? People will laugh at me.”
Spencer looks himself over in the mirror for the tenth time, running a hand down his sweatshirt. It was New Years Eve and you two weren’t doing anything too crazy, just spending time at your friend Andies house with a few others. She’d just bought said house and was desperate for you and the rest of your friends to see it. And what better time than New Year's Eve?
“They will not laugh at you. Andie said she wanted everyone to be casual and casual means jeans and sweatshirts,” you called from inside your closet. “And we’ll be out by the fire. You’ll be more comfortable like this. Trust me.”
You peak around the corner to his portion of the closet, a small smile tugging at your lips. He looks cute, more dressed down than you usually see him. In fact, this is the most you’ve seen him in the past three weeks. Serial killers don’t take breaks, even during the holidays. So off he and the team went to bum-fuck-nowhere Alabama and missed Christmas.
It was disappointing to say the least.
But it was his job, something he warned you of previously. However, it didn’t mean him missing important days didn’t hurt. But you sucked it up and smiled through it. Plus, it didn’t matter. He was home and he was safe.
“I do trust you. But I don’t want to be underdressed.” He sighs moving to grab his tennis shoes, sitting on the little poof seat you insisted on buying. (And that he secretly loved. Not that he’d admit it.)
You pull your hair out of the back of your sweatshirt, smoothing it down and grabbing a warm hat. “You won’t be. This isn’t like Rossi’s where we dress to the nines and get drunk on champagne.”
You see him grin as he ties his shoes, a small blush rising on his ears.
“Yeah he was sad we were coming this year. I, however, am excited we aren’t going. I have spent more than enough time with all of them. They’ll survive without me for a night.”
You giggle, walking towards him and hugging him from behind. “Yes, baby, your friends will survive without you. You’re all mine tonight.” You kiss his cheek before straightening and checking your phone, “we should head out, sweetheart. Andie will be pissed if we’re late.”
The drive to Andies was short, filled with Spencer's long winded explanation about why you and he bought your house at the ‘most perfect time’. You loved listening to him ramble, even if half the time he spoke gibberish. You were thankful you could google some of the super big words he used.
The second you’re parked outside the house, big, beautiful and full of holiday cheer, you see Spencer tense. You’d think after six years together, he’d be more calm around your friends. They helped him with the proposal after all and he still has the group chat. The group chat where they send him memes he doesn’t understand. However, no matter the time, he isn’t the most comfortable with anyone but you. And more so in your bedroom.
You find it… endearing to say the least.
You reach over and grab his hand, squeezing it three times i am here. “Ready?”
He squeezes back and nods, “I am… I think.”
It’s all you need before getting out and never once letting go of Spencer’s hand.
Andie stands at the door, smile on her face, two glasses of punch in her hands. “There is my best friend and her hot as fuck fiance!”
Spencer practically cringes at her words, never being one who could handle a compliment. Even if he was the most beautiful human you’ve ever seen.
“Hi! Sorry we’re late. We had a late night. You know how it is, serial killers killing during the holidays. Dr. Reid forever having to save the day.” You pat his chest, looking up at him fondly.
He loves when you look at him like that, eyes so wide, filled to the brim with love. He kisses your head and
Andie fake gags, handing you the drinks in her hand. “Yes, yes. Get inside before we let the kitten out and before the cold air comes in.”
You sip it, the vodka making your chest feel warm. Spencer looks down at the cup before looking back at you, “I can’t drink. Want this?” You nod, taking it and pouring it into your cup. “A-andie do you have water? Bottled? I don’t like sink water and fridge water tastes funny so bottled is better. Even though it’s not good for the environment.
“But it’s not really us that needs to worry. It’s the famous people who really pollute the envi-”
Andie cuts him off, “Spencie baby, you don’t have to explain this to me. I have plenty of bottled water. Want a cold one or a room temp one?”
Spencer curls his lips over his teeth, a small blush creeping up his neck, “cold is fine. Thank you, Andie.”
“You’re welcome sweet thing.” She digs in her fridge and finds the bottle, handing it to him. “Now, time for a tour.”
…
It takes a good few minutes for her to show you both around the house, making sure she explains every single detail even down to the persian rug her current boyfriend bought her when he went to visit his mother.
Spencer, of course, went on and on about this, that and the third. It was cute.
But soon you were in Spencer's lap, staying warm by a fire and roasting a marshmallow while Spencer got the chocolate and graham crackers ready. You were two drinks and three shots in, happily buzzed but not even close to drunk.
“You are so hot when you open chocolate. S’anyone ever told you that?” You say it quietly, not wanting to embarrass him in front of anyone.
He smirks, using the top graham cracker to slide the toasted marshmallow off of the stick and smoosh it between the other cracker and chocolate. “No one has ever told me that. But there is a first for everything.”
He takes the first bite before handing you the rest. You pout a little and he laughs. “You ate my smore! Not fair.”
He kisses you, lips brushing over yours gently, “I will make you another when you finish that one.”
“What happened to my shy boy? Getting bossy out here.” You smirk, knowing you’re pushing his buttons.
“I didn’t hear you complaining last night when I fucked you into the mattress.” He says right in your ear, nipping at it slightly.
You shiver, squirming in his lap. “You-you can’t do this to me. We can’t fuck here.”
He kisses your temple, “there are four bathrooms here. We totally could. They all lock, I made sure.”
Andie claps her hands, “ten minutes till midnight!”
Spencer grips your thigh, “what a way to ring in the new year? Me buried inside you.”
You cross your legs, trying anything to get some friction.
“They’ll notice, Spence.” You look around, no one is paying attention to you, most of them sucking face with their dates.
“Oh baby, they won’t notice.”
Before you know it, your pants and underwear are on the bathroom floor, and Spencer's face buried in your cunt. You bite your fist to quiet the moan. For some reason, it was extremely hot getting eaten out with the possibility of someone hearing you. But that didn’t mean you wanted to get caught.
“So pretty bunny.” He purrs from below you. He pushes two fingers inside you, easily opening you up. He knows your body better than you do, making mental notes of every little moan, gasp, and sigh that leaves your lips. Because of this it isn’t long before he has you falling over the edge, somehow keeping your moans quiet.
“Time,” He asks as he stands, towering over you.
You check your phone with shaky fingers, “11… 11:50”
Spencer pulls at his belt with fervor, pushing his pants down till they pool at his ankles. “Gotta keep you quiet for another ten minutes.”
His lips are on yours, swallowing your moans as he pushes all the way inside you. He doesn’t waste time, his hips snapping against yours. His lips travel from your lips and down your neck, moving your sweatshirt to the side to suck hickies where no one can see them.
‘Just for me,’ he’d always say. ‘Only for me.’
“Spencer, please.” How you manage to whisper it is beyond you. But it doesn’t matter with the way he’s moving.
“Shh… I’ve got you, bunny.” He snaps his hips faster.
Your second orgasm comes right at 11:58. And it isn’t long before you can hear your friends counting down.
Ten.
“Fuck bunny. Feel so good.”
Nine
“S-spencer…”
Eight
His hand covers your mouth, muffling your growing moans.
Seven
“I know you don’t want to get caught.”
Six
“‘Specially not so close to midnight. Right?”
Five
You shake your head no. Eyes staying locked with his.
Four
A wicked smirk crosses his lips, his confidence growing.
Three
“S’what I thought.”
Two
His thrust grow more and more sloppy and before long his head falls into your shoulder and his orgasm rips through him, spilling inside you.
One
His kiss is hard, hands on the sides of your face while he makes out with you, riding out the rest of his orgasm. He’s panting as he pulls back, Spencer's forehead resting on yours.
“Happy New Years, sweet angel.”
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I hope you enjoyed! This is my first fic in almost a year. Im nervous to say the least lmao. I love you all ❤️
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Raggedy Andy
As some of you who've been reading for some time know, in addition to stuffed animals, I also repair (and actually make) cloth dolls. This part of the hospital is rather specialized, mostly all cloth dolls, not ones with plastic parts or mobile eyes or hand knitted ones. My specialty is fabric (including faux fur, obviously), and that's the equipment I have. But that does mean I get a lot of Raggedies. Raggedy Anns, Raggedy Annes (the name spelling really matters!) and Raggedy Andys. Today, I thought I'd share a story of a small handmade Raggedy Andy.
Andy had been loved for over twenty years when his person asked her mom to please get him fixed up. He had had a lot of adventures, and clearly some serious accidents! Here are his diagnosis photos:
And this is what he looked like as a young doll:
You can see that he's lost his face, and his clothes. Even his sewn on shoes were wearing off. And he had more injuries to his limbs and torso. You can also see that Andy was custom made... his face and clothing were both different from commercial raggedies, as was his foot shape.
I couldn't match his original jacket fabric, so I recommended his family choose a fabric they'd like and send that to the hospital with him. In addition to new clothes, and a new face, and other wound repair, he was going to get his shoes recovered and supplemental stuffing. Once he was in the hospital, we also agreed to recover the blue part of his hat (as it was quite worn, which is hard to see in the photos.
It took a bit of time, but soon, Andy was feeling more like himself. Here he is with his wounds repaired, new face, new pants, and new shoes:
You can see the torso and arm wounds were repaired, but the face is new. His pants button on, but his shoes (now velour) are sewn in place.
And here's Andy all spiffy in his full new outfit, ready to fly home:
His family wrote when they saw the photos:
Oh my goodness this is fantastic!! He looks amazing. I cannot thank you enough!! I love his new face and his heart is still there. Thank you for salvaging all you could. His outfit is wonderful. Thank you Thank you!!
And when Andy made it home they said:
Andy arrived!! He looks amazing and just so incredible how he came back to life. I am so happy and cannot wait to surprise my daughter.
Amazing and just could cry. This is her most valued memory from childhood. Her Andy.
Thank you, thank you.
:-)
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