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A LONG DAY | MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER
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At the end of a long day, your husband really is the best person to come home to.
Word Count: 2.9k
Warning/Includes: Husband!Matthew !!! Dad!Matthew !!! Delusional fluff!! Even more delusional smut!!
The worst part of getting home so late isn’t the body aches, it isn’t the exhaustion, it’s not even the dozens of bright headlights that blind you on the way home. It’s the darkness. Everything is so dark. You pull into the driveway and the porch light is out, the garage is pitch black. Shutting your car off, you take a moment to lean your head back and sigh, gaining the strength to grab all of your crap, open the door and stumble through the garage. You trip over your daughter’s bike, but you catch yourself and you think you’re going to burst into tears. Instead, you step into the basement where it is almost as dark, save for the soft light of TV where your husband sits on the couch, doing absolutely nothing but wait for you.
Matthew turns around and his face just instantly lights up, “Hey, mama,” he rises to his feet. He takes your bag, your lunchbox and sets them down so he can give you a big, tight, hug. Arms wrapped securely around your waist, face buried in your neck, he whispers, “I missed you.”
And your entire body melts into his, your hands gripping onto his shoulders as you sigh out, “I missed you.” Then he hugs you tighter, lifts you off your feet.
When he puts you down, you still don’t let go, and he chuckles under his breath, but he holds you until you’re ready to let go.
“How are the babies?” you ask him.
“Oh, they’re good,” he nods, and he takes your hand, guides you over to the monitors perched on the coffee table. “They’re asleep. Went down pretty easy.”
“Did they ask about me?” You ask, leaning down to caressing Leo’s face on the screen.
“C’mon, you know they did,” Matthew smiles. “I told them that you were at work but you love them and you’d see them first thing in the morning.”
Your fingertips trace Amelia’s face, and then slowly over Rhiannon’s and it makes you so very sad. Heavy weight on your shoulders, deep in your chest, sad. When you get home late and it’s pitch dark, bedtime has come and gone. The day has come and gone. And the guilt absolutely eats you alive.
Matthew rubs your back, running the heel of his hand up your spine, “Have you eaten?”
You sigh, “Not since lunch,” shaking your head, standing up straight.
“Oh god, babe, let me make you something.”
You release a sharp breath from your nose and instantly rest your forehead on his shoulder.
You are so tired.
“Hm?” he hums, holding you tight.
You give nothing more than a nod, but that’ll do.
“Yeah?” he whispers. “Okay, let’s go upstairs.”
He follows behind you with your stuff up and you close the door behind him, officially lock the house up for the night. Walking towards the stairs, you take a look around and comment, “It’s clean as hell in here.”
He laughs, “Well, thank you for noticing. Shout out to your kids for taking some good naps today so I could actually get some of their shit picked up.”
You give him a dry laugh. It would’ve been louder but you just simply lack the energy.
“Oh, baby, you’re tired,” he kisses your cheek. “Go ahead,” he nods towards the stairs. “I’ve got your food. Go lay down, mama.”
And you really don’t need to be told twice. So you give him a gentle kiss, a quiet, “Thank you,” and you drag yourself up the stairs. You hop in the shower with the pure intention of making it quick, but you take a seat on the floor, letting the water run over your body for much longer than you mean to. Still a bit damp, you throw on Matthew’s shirt and crawl into your bed on all fours, collapsing on the mattress when you reach your designated side. Snuggling into your pillow, you moan under your breath, the relief and comfort washing over you all at once.
Matthew steps into the room, quietly closing the door behind him. And with him is a small plate topped with a sub sandwich and a side of chips. “Is this okay, baby?”
You roll over to take a look, at the sandwich done up with your favorite meats and cheese, the chips you go to when you need a snack. And it is so obvious that someone who knows you and loves you put it together. “Yes, my love,” you smile. “Yes, it’s perfect. Thank you.” You take the plate from him and set it on your nightstand.
“You sure?” he asks as he crawls in beside you, plops down on the bed. “I packed you the same thing for lunch tomorrow, but if you’d prefer something else, I can do that for you.”
You look up at him, run your finger over his collarbone, hook it onto the collar of his shirt. You go to speak, but you lose your train of thought as you touch his hair and his chin, “…take your pants off.”
And you swear, he nearlys goes - what? - but he catches himself. He shuts himself up very quickly and nods, no questions asked. He slides his pants over his hips and down his legs, his briefs flying off the edge right along with them.
You push your panties down, kick them off like it’s what they were meant for all along. As you climb on top of Matthew, his breath catches in his chest and he moans at the soft touch of your lips on his. His arms take you in out of instinct, his hands work their way up your waist and grope your boobs. You hum, holding his face in your hands as you grind your hips on him, feel his cock come alive between your legs.
The warmth of it all has him struggling to keep sane, with him constantly groaning against your lips, digging his nails into your thighs.
“Wait, wait,” he huffs, pushing your hair out of your face. “Don’t…don’t you wanna eat first?”
“Mm-mm,” You shake your head, arch your back and tangle your hands in his hair, “After.”
He nods and opens his mouth just a bit so your tongue can slide between his lips. Your mouths gets slimy and slippery but the two of you cannot stop. You only part so you can spit into your own palm, which you proceed to rub over your pussy. Matthew watches you in astonishment, his eyes glistening as you purr and touch yourself so close to his cock. When you notice, you give him a slutty smile, bite down on your lip and it almost kills him.
He pulls you in for another kiss. This one, longer. Dirtier, all consuming. You grab onto his rock hard cock, covering him in your saliva, feeling him twitch in your palm. His breath shudders and he buckles underneath you, looking up at you with hooded and heavy eyes. You press your nose into his, aligning his cock so that you sink onto it just right.
The small whine you let out is eclipsed by his deep, “Oh!” and he quiets down, muttering, “Fuck…”
You brace yourself on his shoulders, your foreheads pressed together as you move yourself up and down. Slow at first, but then Matthew rests his head on the headboard, his jaw dropped and his forehead beading with sweat and he mumbles, “Oh my god…”
“Yeah?” you moan, caressing his face, and your hips pick up in speed. In intensity, landing on him with a loud, wet thump each time.
“Oh, fuck yes, baby,” he whimpers. “Come here,” he pulls you in by the back of your neck, kissing you with his other hand planted firmly on your ass.
You run your hands down his biceps, squeezing them as you whine from the back of your throat. Your body loses energy but can’t stop bouncing on him, grinding your clit into his tummy. Your breath is shaky, but strong enough to grow in volume, your jaw dropping against Matthew’s mouth as you release your incessant moans. He puts his open mouth on your neck, his tongue on your skin and you gasp, dropping your hips on him, “Fuck!”
“Mm…” he hums, taking a quick bite of your neck, “Oh god, I love you. I fucking love you.”
And instead of saying it back, you just wrap your arms around his shoulders, squeeze him in a hug. He knows.
You grind your teeth together but it’s not enough to keep you quiet. You cry out directly in his ear and claw at the headboard, the motion in your hips becoming careless and sloppy. But, oh, so perfect. Your eyes roll back as you sit up straight, his eyes trained on you and only you.
“You gonna come?” he whispers.
You nod, “I’m gonna come.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, I’m…f-fuck…” your eyes cross over one another and you focus all your energy on stimulating your clit, letting yourself get there.
“Fuck!” you shout. “Fu…Matthew…” you moan.
“What is it, baby?” he holds your waist. “Hm?”
You respond with a loud and sudden gasp, followed by a breathy groan that echoes off the walls. Matthew can practically feel the vibration and he can feel your thighs tight around his waist and your pussy tightening around his cock. You stutter and you mumble until it’s nothing more than his name coming out on constant and whiny loop.
“Matthew-“ you choke out. “F-fuck…” until you lose your breath. “Matthew. Oh god, Matthew. Matthew, Matthew…”
“I know, I know,” he whispers, tapping his finger to his lips, “Shhh, shhh, shhh…”
“Matth-mm…” he shuts you up with a kiss and your entire body tenses on contact. He mushes his face into yours but still, you will not stop. You will not shut up because it’s not possible. So he keeps his mouth on yours. He swallows every noise you make and muffles his own against your lips. His arms engulf your waist and you bury your face in his neck, helpless moans bursting from the back of your throat.
“Okay, okay…” he murmurs. “Shhh…just let it out for me, baby…c’mon…”
You gasp as you come down on his cock, your body weakening by the second, your arms draped over his shoulders. You lick his neck and he groans, “Shit.”
You grip onto him. Tighter, and even tighter, working your hips until you come with a long and loud groan, which would’ve been much louder if Matthew wasn’t holding the back of your head, pushing your face into his neck. You fall limp against him, grinding yourself on his lap to ride the wave.
“Oh, that’s my girl,” he purrs, peppering kisses on your shoulder.
You shudder and let out a small squeak, overstimulated as he starts to lift his hips, push his cock into you. “O-oh, fuck,” he stutters.
You hold his face, run your hands down his chest and watch his belly flex as he angles himself inside of you. You can hardly keep yourself up, keep your eyes open, but when he very suddenly chokes out a moan and lifts you off his cock, you gasp, “Oof!” and he shoots all over his stomach. He just didn’t want to make a mess on you. Or, in you. It’s been such a long day.
He trembles, his face twisted up as he finishes all over himself. And his muscles relax into this content smile, which widens once he gets a good look at you.
“Fuck…” he exhales, gives you a light slap on the cheek, “You’re loud, woman.”
You chuckle, covering your mouth, “And this is news to you?”
“Oh, no,” he shakes his head, laughing, “Definitely not.”
You lean down and catch him in a kiss. This one, gentle. Slow. Sweet. He pecks at your lips and promptly pats your ass, “Let me go get cleaned up, mama.”
You nod and roll right off of him, landing face first into your pillow. You feel the bed shift as he stands, but cannot muster the energy to watch him walk away. He returns to find you in the same position and because you are too lazy to look up, you don’t see it coming when he slaps your ass.
“Ow!” you shout and now you look at him.
“You still have to eat,” he grins, placing himself back in bed.
You bury your face in the pillow, whining, “But I’m so tired.”
“Doesn’t matter,” he reaches over you and grabs the plate from your nightstand. “You still gotta eat. C’mon, c’mon.”
You groan and roll over, sitting up to lay in the crook of his arm. He sets the plate in your lap and picks up a chip, holding it to your lips. You sigh and take it in your mouth, chewing it with your eyes half closed.
“Sandwich, too,” he holds it up for you.
You open your mouth to take a small bite and he pulls it away, “No, you can open your mouth wider than that, we both know it.”
You gasp and swat his arm, making him throw his head back and cackle. And just as you go to take a Matthew-approved sized bite, there’s a tired cry from the baby monitor and you both pause. Go absolutely silent. Still. You don’t breathe. Not until Rhiannon rolls over in her crib, grabs her lovey and goes right back to sleep. Then, and only then, do the two of you relax again.
“Phew,” Matthew says. “Okay, sandwich now.”
You roll your eyes at him and finally, you take a bite.
You fall asleep on his chest, but you wake up alone. You roll over to check the time, finding empty beds on every monitor and you grumble to yourself.
Just outside the door, Matthew is walking down the hall with Rhiannon in his arms, Leo holding his hand and Amelia at his side. The plan was, as always, to get them downstairs for breakfast. The plan, as always, does not go the way it should.
“Daddy?” Leo calls. “Where’s mommy?”
“That’s your favorite question, isn’t it?” Matthew laughs.
“Is she at our house?”
“Yeah, she’s sleeping, buddy. She had a long day at work yesterday.”
“But I want mommy.” Leo whines.
“Well, we don’t wanna wake her up. We gotta let her rest.”
“What if we just go look at mommy but we don’t wake her up?” Always, always Amelia with the bright and clever ideas.
Matthew purses his lips as they approach your bedroom door, “You guys have to be quiet, okay? Promise?”
The two of them nod, and they’ve got those satisfied grins on their face only reserved for when they get their way. Matthew quietly opens the door and they find you laid out on your stomach, your head facing the other direction.
“Mommy’s sleeping?” Leo asks.
“Yeah, buddy, I told you. She’s tired, but she’ll be up soon.”
“But-but-but-but…” he stammers. “Can we just give her a kiss?”
This question is what wakes you.
Matthew sighs and glances at your still frame, back down to Leo, “You can give her a kiss, but be gentle.”
He helps the two of them onto the bed and you feel the weight of them landing on the mattress, crawling over to you. You’re trying your best not to laugh, but you cannot keep yourself from smiling. Leo kneels at your side and just as he promised, very carefully and quietly kisses the top of your head. You poke your bottom lip out, melting from the act of love. Amelia places a soft kiss on your shoulder and you just. Can’t even.
“Who’s that kissing me?” you speak suddenly, reaching around to grab Leo’s leg, which makes him scream in excitement. “Who is that? Who is this?” you grab onto Amelia and she squeals.
You flop over and they burst into laughter, Leo instantly falling onto your chest. It knocks the air out of you but in the very best way possible. Amelia piles on top of him and you free yourself just enough to reveal your face to Rhiannon who kicks her feet once the realization hits. Matthew sets her on the bed, grinning like a mad man at the sight of you all. Rhiannon finds herself in the middle of a tight, tight, tight hug.
You kiss their heads, “Oh, hi, my babies,” you laugh. “Hello, hello, hello.”
“Um, mommy?” Amelia calls.
“Yes, my love?”
“Did you have to stay at work when it was nighttime?”
“Yeah, baby, I did. I know it’s hard when mommy works for so long, but I’m back now and I’m just so excited to see you!” you squeal, “Mwah!” and place another kiss on her forehead.
“Hey, do you think you guys can go help daddy with breakfast while mommy gets dressed?”
They nod and you whisper, “Thank youuu,” embracing them one last time.
Matthew smiles at you as they leave the room, and with a good orgasm, a good meal and a good night’s rest in your system, you hop right out of bed. You brush your teeth, change your clothes, fix your hair, until you have the perfect I’m-not-leaving-this-house-today look.
You step out of the bathroom and gasp as you see Matthew rushing towards you. Before you can react, he’s backing you against the wall and putting his mouth on yours, wide open, starving, with his hands gripping at your waist.
“Mm…” you hum when he suddenly pulls away. You giggle, shoving his chest, “Freak.”
He cackles and kisses you again. Again. Once more. Last one. He picks up your hand, places one single kiss on your knuckles, “C’mon, sexy lady, let’s go have some breakfast.”
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The Only One Worth Posing For
Pairing: Matthew Gray Gubler x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~1.1k
Warnings: fluff
Summary: You're a famous photographer so you often get invited to red carpet events. Your best friend is an actor, and you've taken tons of pictures of him. The only problem is that he only poses for your camera.
Square Filled: ​“yeah, you’re cold. I’m giving you my jacket” for @spencerreidbingo
Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3
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Camera? Check. Extra lenses? Check. Press pass? Check. Supply bag? Check. Gorgeous pink dress you got just for this event? Check. You check the time on your phone to make sure you’re not running late, which you’re not. Your best friend should already be at the movie premier for his new movie, and you’re one of the photographers on the red carpet.
You’re a famous photographer that takes pictures of celebrities for events like movie premiers, the Met Gala, award shows, etc. Your career started in high school when you took almost all of the pictures for the yearbooks. Then, you took pictures of your friend’s graduation pictures and got paid less than one hundred dollars for it. Once in college, you took a lot of photography classes that allowed you to hone your skills and become better.
Someone saw your pictures on your college website and loved them so they got in contact with you, and that’s how you got your first job at a magazine. It took about a decade to get to where you are now and you couldn’t be happier. Along the way, you’ve met and hung out with a ton of celebrities including your best friend. You two met back when you were the photographer for the magazine, and you’ve been inseparable ever since.
Speaking of the devil, he texts you just as you are leaving the apartment.
Are you on your way?
just leaving now! be there soon xx
I can’t wait to see you :)
The message brings a smile to your face. He never fails to lift your spirits no matter how you’re feeling. He sent for a car to take you to the movie premier instead of you taking your own. When you get there, the place is packed with press, fans, and cars carrying celebrities. 
“Thank you,” you smile at the driver and get out.
You head to the booth to check in and present your press pass to her. She confirms you’re on the list before letting you inside the area where the press is located. You set your bag on the ground and take out your favorite lens to use in times like these, the kind of lens that allows you to zoom in clearly even from where you are. The more popular you got, the more expensive equipment you bought.
You got here at the right time because celebrities show up not long after you get set up. Much like everyone here, you call their names in hopes they pose for your camera. You get a lot of good shots of very iconic celebrities like Johnny Depp, Jennifer Lopez, Morgan Freeman, Julia Roberts, and Sandra Bullock. The movie did so much press to make sure it is the most popular movie which is why so many celebrities are here.
You look to the left and see your best friend walk down the red carpet with a huge smile on his face. Matthew Gray Gubler. A man of many tricks. A man who never fails to make you smile. He looks past every person who calls out his name until he finds your camera. His eyes light up and begins posing for your camera and your camera only.
“Matthew! Look over here!” one of them says but he ignores them,
‘Stop it’, you mouth to him and his smile only gets bigger. What did you expect? He always does this whenever you’re in the crowd with a camera. He only cares about you and your career. If you can get good pictures of him, then you can sell them for a lot of money. People around you are frustrated with you and him but you don’t care about them.
Matthew leaves the red carpet and joins the group of celebrities who are hanging outside before they can go inside the theater. There are only a few more celebrities to capture, then you’re packing up your things. Apart from being part of the press, Matthew invited you as his plus one.
“Are you serious with Matthew?” one of the other photographers says.
“Sorry. Maybe next time,” you shrug.
You bring your case back to the town car that is still waiting for you, and you toss your press pass into the backseat. There is no reason for you to have two outfits when you can wear your red carpet outside as one of the press. You walk back over to the same booth and check in as a guest. She gives you your guest pass and you make your way into the area where all the celebrities are.
“I’m gonna slap that motherfucker when I see him,” you joke to yourself.
“Y/N! It’s so good to see you!” Shemar Moore smiles when he sees you.
“Shemar! I thought you were still filming S.W.A.T.,” you grin and hug him.
“I couldn’t miss this premier.”
“Where is Matthew?”
“Last I saw him was by the entrance to the theater.”
“Great. I’ll see you inside.” You leave his side and go find your best friend. He’s talking to one of the younger and newer kid stars, and you slink up to his side. “Excuse me. Mind if I borrow him for a second?”
“Sure. Congratulations.”
“Thanks.”
You pull him to the side and away from everyone for some semi-privacy.
“What the hell was that back there?”
“What?” he laughs.
“You can’t keep posing for my camera only.”
“You tell me this every time, and what do I keep telling you?” 
“Mine is the only one worth posing for.”
“See? It’s law at this point.”
He leans in and kisses you quickly. You two have been testing the waters for a romantic relationship for the last couple of weeks. It’s been going well because you’re taking it at your own speed without the public knowing. 
“You’re gonna piss off the other photographers.”
“I don’t care.”
He pulls you in and kisses you much deeper this time. You only allow two minutes to yourselves before you pull away from him. Goosebumps litter your arms and you shiver slightly under his gaze.
“You’re shivering. Are you cold?”
“That’s not why I’m shivering,” you say and shiver again.
“Yeah, you’re cold. I’m giving you my jacket.”
He sheds his jacket and slings it over your shoulder to provide you with warmth. He slides his hand into yours and pulls you toward the entrance to the theater.
“Let’s go watch this movie. Afterward, you’re gonna let me take you home.”
“We live together,” you giggle.
“Even better.”
“You’re a dork.”
“Only for you,” he winks and kisses your cheek.
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Pregnancy
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Summary: The reader finds herself pregnant and fear rises as she realizes she has to tell her partner, Matthew.
Pairing: Matthew Gray Gubler x Female Reader
Content: No swearing; mention of periods, morning sickness, pregnancy & describing pregnancy; fear of rejection and abandonment; soft Matthew & good ending! If there are any other warnings you'd prefer I add please mention them in the notes!
Wordcount: 1k>
Enjoy!
Matthew was great with children. He absolutely adored kids and couldn't wait to have his own someday. So when you realized you may be with child, you couldn't wait to take a test and announce the possible news. But at the same time, even with Matthew's positive attitude towards being a father, you were still terrified to tell him. You knew you had to tell him soon. He was very attentive to your cycle. He always gave you extra cuddles and made no excuses for late-night convenience store trips to settle your cravings, so when you went too long without complaining about your period, he would know something was different.
So when your period didn't come on its usual date and you had random flashes of nausea in the mornings, you decided to buy a few at-home pregnancy tests. You did all three and let them sit for the needed amount of time for the result to show. The dreaded five minutes felt like a lifetime. It took every ounce of restraint in your body to not check them before the timer went off. All three were positive. You were overjoyed that you were pregnant, but the fear of rejection and abandonment soon crept up.
Shaking as you sat on the toilet, all three positive tests in your hands, you went over your options in your head. Terminating the pregnancy was an option, but you had both been wanting to start a family for years, and you didn't want to waste this opportunity. 
After almost half an hour and many warm tears down your cheeks, you decided to break the news to Matthew once he arrived home from set today. You look down at your watch, the miniature clock reading four o’clock. He should be home anytime soon.
You begin to tidy up the house a bit and made something to eat for when Matthew arrives home. You caught yourself holding your stomach, imagining it round with your child. You reminisce about the memories and love that went into creating such a beautiful thing. You imagine Matthew pressing his lips against your swollen stomach, whispering heartfelt words to your unborn child and murmuring against your lips how much of a wonderful mother you are going to be once your little bundle of joy is ready to come out.
You hear the door swing open and Matthew's loud voice reverberates throughout the house. “Guess who!” You straighten yourself out, take a deep breath in and slowly let it out before greeting him at the entrance. “It’s me, Gube,” he jokes, taking you by the waist and kissing you. “Hey, babe,” he smiles. 
You notice his arm hidden behind his back and he whips a bouquet of flowers from behind himself. “What are these for?” you ask with a smile. “I saw them on my way home and they reminded me of you,” he explains. “My pretty girl deserves some pretty flowers.” This small gesture helps put you at ease and calms your nerves. “I love them,” you smile as you take them to the kitchen to put them in a vase. Once you place the flowers in a nice spot in the sun, you ask Matthew to sit down. 
“Oh, sure. What’s up?” he asks. Now he was the nervous one. You sit down on the vintage upholstered loveseat in the living room. You try to muster up the courage and the words to explain the situation, but all that comes out are unconfident words and tears. “Hey, hey. What’s wrong, baby? You know you can trust me,” Matthew whispers as he wraps an arm around you. You wipe away the small tears and take another affirming breath.
“You, um- You know how you love kids, and say that you always wanted to be a father?” Matthew knew exactly what you meant. “Are you… Wait are you pregnant?” you nod at his question and watch as the biggest smile appears on his face. 
“Oh, baby,” he kisses you like he hadn't seen you in years, like a lover away at war. “Baby, we’re- Oh. we’re having a baby, a- a baby!” You had never seen him this happy before. “We’re having a baby,” you confirm, and he kisses you again, and again, and again. Youre surprised his lips werent chapped from how many times he kissed you.
“When did you find out?” Matthew asks as his hand instinctively lands on your stomach, gently rubbing the bump-less flesh. “Today, just before you got home. I was scared, but I couldn't wait to tell you,” you explain. He kisses your cheeks, then your forehead. “Oh, love. There was no reason to be scared. I Love you and I will love you until I’m dead and when this earth ceases to exist. And I love our baby, even if they aren't here yet. If they're even an ounce similar to you, I will love them forever.”
You knew Matthew was the romantic type, but you had never seen him like this. You knew he was going to be a great father, and you couldn’t wait a minute more.
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spencersawkward · 2 years
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*candied oranges pt. 2//spencer reid*
summary: fem!reader brings her new boyfriend to meet the team for drinks, but she doesn't know why Spencer keeps acting up and presses him for answers. part 1 here!
pairing: fem!reader x spencer
word count: 3k
content warnings: unprotected penetrative sex, SoftDom!Spencer, Doctor kink, slight exhibitionism, dirty talk, slight angst, mentions of torture (case).
A/N: hey everyone! i hope you're all doing well. i was so excited to write this tonight and i hope you enjoy it :)
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the rest of the evening blurs. part of you is tense with anger. how could he say something like that right now? when he knows that you're with somebody else, and when you're at a party with all of your friends? it's irresponsible-- a word you would never normally use to describe Spencer. 
Penelope's home is lovely and cozy and the perfect place to spend an evening with cheese and wine. it also feels like a swiftly shrinking, inescapable box. Reid doesn't interact with you for the rest of the evening. you can still smell the light, crisp scent of his cologne in your mind as Wren rubs your arm. 
it's too much to bear. you leave first, unable to parade around the apartment like a good partner when Spencer is so obviously standing there. you feign a headache and hug your friends goodbye. as Reid begins to make his way over, you pretend to be busy gathering up the (now empty) Tupperware and slip out. 
"are you okay?" Wren asks as soon as the door closes behind you. his cute brow is furrowed. your chest squeezes with guilt.
"yeah, I'm okay. I'm just..." you wrack your mind for an excuse. "thinking about a case that hits close to home. sorry for acting weird." 
he slides his arm around your shoulder and holds you, your head landing on his shoulder. it feels nice. "don't apologize. do you wanna talk about it?" 
"not really. thank you, though." all you can think about right now is what a terrible person you are-- for thinking of someone else when you have this person in front of you, for not telling him about Spencer's confession, for thinking you could want anyone besides Reid at all.
all of it is too much to organize in your mind right now; you want to go to bed and try again tomorrow. maybe your head will be clearer when you're not full of wine and candied oranges. 
...
if your job wasn't so important, you would take a couple days off. seeing him is bound to mess with your head. but there's simply no justification you can think of that would make you feel comfortable with letting down the team. plus, you know Spencer would never spend work hours trying to breach the subject; he might have bad timing, but even he knows better than that. 
things between you and Wren have been strained as well; after the Friday evening at Penelope's, you've been avoiding him. he's understanding, but you can tell that he's getting concerned. it's wrong to keep letting him think you're invested in the relationship.
if anything, it's become abundantly clear that you aren't in a space to date Wren. maybe anyone. 
the breakup moves more smoothly than you expect, in the privacy of your apartment. you tell him that you've got a lot on your mind right now and can't give him the attention he deserves. it isn't a lie. you don't mention Spencer. 
Wren gives you a reassuring smile and says that he understands. 
as soon as you close the door behind him, you find yourself crying without a clear reason. the tears come down all at once, a combination of guilt and sadness and feelings leftover from your case. it's been too long since you went to therapy and holding everything in has formed a lead weight in your stomach. 
you think about how you're going to have to see Spencer at work tomorrow morning and how it's going to affect you. how distracting it will be to possibly be paired off with him and to smell that cologne and know just how tightly he grabbed your wrist and the terrible relief that bloomed in your chest when he said he loved you.
all of it hangs over your head like a sword. 
washing your face and gathering up your bag, you go to the one place you know Spencer will indubitably be on a Sunday night. 
...
he's leaning back in his chair, spinning slightly from side to side as he studies some paperwork. for a second, you don't go inside. you just stare through the glass doors at the back of his head, the pen he keeps clicking in his hand. most of the lights in the place are off, except for the lamp on his desk.
you take a deep breath.
Reid turns around as soon as you walk through the door. he looks surprised to see you at first, eyebrows raising briefly before he clears his throat. 
"hi." he says. 
something about the casualness of it fills you with a mix of emotions. "hi? that's what you have to say?"
he purses his lips and frowns. "I didn't expect you to be here." 
"me, neither." you walk over to your desk and throw down your things with an impertinent slam. without waiting for a response, you walk over to the kitchenette and pour yourself a cup of coffee from what he's already brewed. you notice the container of sugar that he's left out, then think of the three full scoops he always uses.
"I wanted to give you some space, Y/N." he offers. you peek around the corner to see him still in his chair, watching you intently. 
"how gracious of you," you say sarcastically. "after confessing to me at a party with my boyfriend that you're in love with me, you wanted to give me space." 
the chair squeaks as he stands up and joins you in the kitchenette. he keeps a safe distance.
"I'm sorry. that wasn't the right time to tell you that. I just didn't know what to say when you asked me why I was acting different." 
"I only asked why you were acting different because you were being an outright asshole to someone I cared about." you stir your coffee with one of those little wooden sticks and resist the urge to snap it in your hands. 
Spencer's gaze moves from your drink to your hands to the cabinets, obviously trying to come up with more excuses. 
"cared?" is the only thing he says. 
"what?" 
"you said cared, in the past tense." he meets your eyes and holds them. your jaw clenches. 
"and?"
"you don't care about him anymore?" now he's just needling.
"we broke up, Spencer, Jesus Christ."
"why?" he frowns, genuinely confused this time. 
you're silent. 
"why did you break up?" he repeats. his attention is so intense, you nearly look away. it feels like every nerve in your body is frozen. you don't want to tell the truth, but you can't think of any lie that someone as smart as him would believe. 
"Spencer." it's the only thing that you can say. but it's charged. 
"I'm sorry for telling you at the party, but I don't regret it." there's a rawness to the way he says it. 
you think about the time when you and Spencer were paired together for a case in rural Georgia and he started behaving strangely. everyone on the team was strangely gentle with him and you had no idea why, until the case was over and the two of you got a drink back home. he said he'd been kidnapped by an unsub, held captive in a barn and tortured. 
the whole time he talked about it, it was like he was telling a story that wasn't his. there was distance in it, the kind victims sometimes have when recounting a trauma. you felt terrible for asking, but he insisted that it was better you know. you didn't know exactly what he meant by "better." he walked you home that night and, when you asked if you could hug him, he nodded. he'd held you so tightly, you can still feel the pressure on your ribs if you try. 
he's watching you now, your fingertips burning against the hot mug of coffee. his hazel eyes have that same tumultuous quality, chaotic and seeking all at once. 
"I..." you trail off. there are so many things you want to say. 
Spencer inches closer, his movements awakening something in your chest. your heart flutters, despite all the frustration recently. 
"what are you thinking about?" his voice is so soft. you know exactly what you're risking by doing this. you don't want to lie anymore. 
"I love you, too." the words float. they're long overdue. Reid's expression changes to something lighter, a slow smile. 
"yeah?"
"yeah." 
there's a moment where you look at each other. there are so many ways you could proceed-- decide to leave it alone and keep working together, or give up the act and give in to what you truly want. 
but Spencer doesn't waste any more time, pressing his lips to yours in the barely-lit kitchenette. he does it so fiercely, you have to lean back with a slight giggle to accommodate him. you set down your mug. his hand reaches around to the small of your back and pulls you in closer, your own arms wrapping around his neck. 
he cups your face, thumb brushing gently over your cheek. he tastes like sugar and his lips are soft, the kiss increasing in desperation as he presses you against the counter. you let out a sigh at the weight of him. 
"Spencer." you lean back and breathe out his name as he attaches his mouth to your jaw, the tender part of your throat, down to your collarbone. he sucks harshly at your jugular, at the heavily thudding pulse you're certain he can feel. you want it to last forever, but you're feverish. so many missed opportunities brought back to the surface. 
"I love when you say my name." he murmurs against your skin. 
you can smell his cologne again, and your fingers tangle in his hair. when you tug on it, he lets out a groan. 
"fuck..." you gasp as he grips onto your hips and holds you against him. the erection in his pants strains against your stomach. 
"I need you." he rocks against you. you bite your lip and try to keep from giving in right here and now.
"not in the office." you smirk. the thought excites you beyond words. you moan as his teeth graze your collarbone.
"I'll have Garcia delete the footage."
"we shouldn't..." but you're fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. he kisses you on the mouth again and quickly lifts you up just enough to rest on the edge of the counter. every fiber of your being is devoted to this moment.
"okay then." suddenly, he pulls away and runs a hand through his hair. he pretends to turn to walk away, but you laugh and grab onto his wrist and yank him back. 
"no!" you whisper. he grins playfully, triumphantly. you kiss the smile off his lips. "shut up." 
"that's what I thought." he chuckles and slides his hands up your thighs, kissing you more softly. you can feel the pressure building between your thighs, the heat that makes you wriggle in your seat. 
his fingers dig into your legs, amused by your eagerness. he pushes your skirt up and his thumbs brush over your inner thighs. 
you think about how at any second, someone could walk in. normally, this would give you anxiety, but there's something exciting about having Spencer pushing your legs apart in the BAU office. 
"come here." he grunts. you shiver and let him use one hand to pull you closer to the edge of the counter and the other to flutter over your panties. you inhale sharply at the sensation. he isn't giving you exactly what you want, and it's soaking you.
"please--" you whisper, hips bucking against nothing. 
"you want me to touch you?" his cockiness is surprising. hot.
"mhmm."
"you're sure?" he grazes his fingers over your panties. you wonder if he can feel how ready you are for him. 
"god, Spencer, please." you sigh and grab onto his shoulders. he finally does as asked and begins to rub your clit, finding it with ease when you moan. 
foreheads resting against each other, he looks at you and increases the pressure. his eyes are dark and deep and inviting, so different from how he normally looks. for all his teasing, he wants it just as much as you do. if anything, he's struggling to hold back. 
he leans down and kisses your neck. "you like that, huh." his voice is lower.
you let out a breath in response, then gasp as he slides your panties to the side and dips his finger into your wetness. he groans. "I bet that boyfriend of yours couldn't make you feel like this."
"Spencer--" 
"Dr. Reid." he corrects you with authority. it turns you on even more, how dominant he's getting, and you melt into him. he takes this as a sign to keep going. "who do you really think about when you wanna cum, Y/N?" 
you bite your lip to hold back the moan building in the back of your throat. part of you wants to play hard to get and pretend that on late nights you don't find yourself breathing out his name with your vibrator between your legs. that he isn't the only one who can truly make you lose your mind. 
"I--" you're about to tease him when he starts fingering you with one curved finger and rubbing your clit with his thumb. all sane thoughts fly out the window. you throw your head back. "fuck, Dr. Reid." 
"I'm gonna take my time with you when we get home." he whispers into the shell of your ear before kissing your temple. 
for some reason, this tender motion and the combination of his word-- the implication that there will be more of this-- sends you in a spiral. euphoric and intense, the orgasm sends shocks through your body. words try to come out of your mouth, but they're incomprehensible. your hold on him is vice-like. 
your legs shake and your pussy tightens around his fingers, desperate for him to keep touching you like this. he groans. "god, that's so sexy."
you're grinding against his hand as you try to ride out the high. "Spence, please just fuck me." 
"awfully needy." he chuckles and slowly removes his fingers. just as he presses his mouth to yours, you pull away and move to slide off the counter. it takes every ounce of willpower, but you're nothing if not bratty. 
"okay." as if you're going to leave. 
"hey!" he laughs and wraps his arms around your waist to pull you back into him. 
you grin. "doesn't feel good, does it?"
"I'm sorry." he settles you back into your position. you run your hand through his hair, staring up at his perfect face. you don't want to be anywhere else in the world. 
"you've said that a lot tonight," your hand finds Reid's cheek. mouths centimeters apart. "show me how sorry you are." 
he reaches down and unbuttons his pants quickly. your eyes lock as he pulls out his hard dick and tugs your panties to the side, positioning himself at your entrance eagerly. 
"this okay?" he's resisting the urge to slide into you, and you're beyond ready. you scoot closer to him and nod. 
"yes, please." 
Spencer holds eye contact as he sinks into you, the pressure and pleasure melting together with excitement. it's new and delicious. as soon as he's fully inside and his jaw tightens, you throw your head back. he's too beautiful to look at. 
after you've adjusted, he starts to move. the sensation stretches you out and you moan, fingers digging into his shoulders with abandon. he grabs onto your hip and starts to slowly push. 
"oh my god..." you sigh to contain the mix of emotions in your body. 
"how does this feel?" his breathing is shallow and a vein in his neck is visible as he tries to keep his pace reasonable. 
"so good." you buck up against him and he reads your body language perfectly, sliding back in. 
he gets about two more thrusts in before you really begin to build your rhythm, his body slamming into yours greedily. he's groaning against your shoulder, straightening to kiss you and breaking it to catch his breath. you wrap your legs around him. 
"harder." you beg. he listens and starts fucking you recklessly, with pent-up desire. 
"you're so fucking perfect." he growls as he kisses your neck sloppily. when he starts to suck on it again, you feel the tension building tightly in your stomach. 
"right there, oh my--"
"good girl, come on, take it." he starts pulling you closer to meet his thrusts and the sound of his moans makes you even wetter than before. he's needy, too, grabbing at you like he'll die without it, fucking you relentlessly. 
"I'm gonna cum, Spence." you writhe against him. his grip tightens. 
"good," he urges you on. "I wanna fill you up."
the thought of this completes you, your body squeezing around him desperately. you let out a load moan and scratch at his back while you cum. 
"keep going, keep going." you beg. he slides a hand between your bodies and rubs your clit again, nearly overstimulating. the pleasure is overwhelming, crashing over you until your eyes roll into the back of your head. 
you hold back a scream and he bottoms out inside you, groaning your name as he fills you up and rocks against you again. he slows down.
the two of you stay there for a while, drawing out the moment for as long as possible. it's perfect, the way he fits with you. his breath on your cheek, the feeling of his heart through his chest. 
although you're both still dressed, it feels more intimate than any sex you've ever had. just knowing each other for so long has created such a tight knot within you that you're ready to keep undoing. 
"I'm not done with you." he whispers against your lips. 
"good." you reply. 
"let's go back to my apartment?" his tone is weighted with desire. your stomach flips. you can't wait for what he's going to do to you. 
"mhmm." all you can think about is how quickly you're going to rip off his clothes when you get him home. 
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xalicitie · 7 months
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Whispers — Spencer Reid (smut/fluff)
Scarlett is a young member of the BAU—contemplative, decisive and quietly cunning. Spencer Reid is a young agent as well, with a running mouth clogged with data and facts, and a clumsy charm. Over what starts as a little rumor, and a shameful dream, two agents realize there’s not as much keeping them from each other than it seems.
— This is an excerpt from a short story/fanfic I’ve been putting together for awhile. First of all: I’m alive! Yes, if anyone cares 🤩. I’m coming back with yet another fandom to write about, and it’s Criminal Minds. Tell me if u want part 2 of this (smut), or if I should release the first parts. Or maybe whatever else I should write abt😻
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As soon as the marble tiles hit Spencer's feet, he knows something is up.
A moment of eye contact doesn't say anything near what it used to. Even just an hour ago, when their gazes would come together, Scarlett's warm eyes would fall curious, maybe lost. But when he's locked eyes with her, fifty feet away, her body sunken in the couch, he realizes something changed. By the way she isn't watching him, digging for answers yet quick to avert her gaze elsewhere, he can just tell. Someone said something.
It kills him. They're standing in the same room, but they're thoughts have roamed to a distance Spencer can't calculate anymore. He has no idea what's been told to her, to what degree she knows, what she thinks of him anymore?
More than anything, Spencer frankly just wants to talk to her again. He's come to the revelation, slowly, that this has come too far. It should've been their own thing, but by the heaviness of the eyes on him, he senses more people know than he'd ever warranted.
When they're waiting for hotel keys, Spencer watches the three women head upstairs to their own rooms. The team's rooms will be adjacent to each other, as they always are. Derek's on the couch, eyes shut with his headphones on, when Spencer decides he'll interrupt his leisure time.
"Derek."
Spencer comes over, shaking him to his wake.
Derek doesn't take it lightly. He jolts awake, even with as light as he was sleeping, and peers at Spencer through slitted eyes.
"What is it?" He asks, grumbling.
Spencer sits besides him, and Derek sees his panic. His hands are gesturing hastily before he can ever get a word out.
"Scarlett knows something. Did you tell someone, Derek?"
Spencer watches, wide-eyed.
He actually wasn't expecting that Derek had told anyone—he took it that maybe Emily had figured out. But, judging by the way Derek goes dead silent, still as a dead fly, he realizes he overestimated Derek's loud mouth.
"..You told Emily?!"
"Reid, I'm sorry, I-" He faces Spencer, flushed red in anger. "I'm sorry, kid."
"You had one thing to do!"
Rather boiling with hysteria and panic than anger, Spencer puts his hands to the sides of his face. He sinks into the seat beside Derek's.
Spencer's plunged in contemplation. He doesn't know exactly what she knows, but there's a chance Scarlett knows that Spencer had a sex dream of her. He, as involuntarily as he did, pictured her, bare and nude. She, his coworker. She, his best friend.
"Spencer, I shouldn't have done it."
Spencer holds his eyes back from rolling into their sockets. Of course he shouldn't have.
"She's probably disgusted."
Spencer sighs. Derek watches him, bummed to see Reid like this. Stressed and almost wretched.
"..Reid, I told you. She likes you for you, she understands."
"No, she thinks I'm a weirdo who pictured her naked—wait."
Spencer stops. Coming to a pensive pause, he faces Derek.
"Did Emily say anything about how she feels?"
Derek's brows come up, and he smirks a little, lips parting. "That's the part I didn't tell you."
Spencer comes up. His limbs animate and his brown eyes burnish, staring at Derek for an answer.
"Emily's convinced Scarlett has the exact same feelings for you."
Derek watches as Spencer comes to an amalgamation of hope and, at the same time, the exact doubt that's been plaguing him the whole day.
"Emily's convinced. But Scarlett didn't say so."
"Reid, you have to find out for yourself."
Pressing his lips, Spencer meets Derek's eyes.
"..Tonight?"
Silence permeates the space with them, and Derek wordlessly nods deliberately.
Despite everything, every instinct upraised and alert in wariness inside Spencer, he knows tonight can only work.
Yet, as soon as Spencer gets his keys, he's darting to his room and closing it shut, through the doorframe without a peek towards Scarlett's door.
He can do it another day, right? He couldn't physically bring himself to her door—there couldn't be a magnet on Earth that could pull him away from his hotel bed.
Spencer feels pathetic. But the idea of the look on her face, her soft features all ruined with disgust and judgement—he doesn't want to fathom it. He doesn't want to think, doesn't want to take any steps now. He's pacing the rug, biting his lips nervously when he quickly grabs his book from his bag. Hitting the mattress and burying his face into the words, a poor yet sufficient antidote for his raucous mind. For now.
Word after word, he forgets. Tonight, he reads slow. Sucking every word in and shielding himself from his embarrassment.
It feels like he can do this all night. He decides he’ll read, and read—move onto the next book if he has to—until he sleeps, without the worry of the decision plaguing him.
But someone has something else in mind.
Spencer had no idea how much time has passed when someone knocks on his door.
The cool, night air is ghosting, and Spencer's staring at his door.
It could be Morgan. He might be standing with a waiting expression before Spencer's door, waiting to drag him towards Scarlett's door.
Or it could be Scarlett herself.
Spencer keeps sitting on his bed dumbly, up until another knock comes.
He's tempted to stay rooted to his bed. He feels like he is. But he feels whoever's outside waiting, and with a volition he doesn't understand, he's standing. Walking over to the door, and after a few moments, he's turning the knob slowly.
Opening the door, Spencer finds his heart pounding when he sees Scarlett in front of him.
Brown hair caressing her shoulders, brown eyes staring up at him. She came over.
"Spencer."
She announces. Greets. Nothing can describe the air between them right now.
Spencer gazes down at her. She hasn't been this close since the coffee incident earlier the morning. It startles him, but having her near reminds him of the ease she used to bring him.
If it were under any other circumstances right now, he might just be able to be comfortable with her again.
He dismisses his thoughts, and decides to actually reply. ..After several moments, that is.
"Scarlett."
He barely utters out.
He can't read her. She looks like she's here for something, but it's taking her awhile to get to the point. Her gaze is wandering and quick—it almost seems she's .. about as nervous as he is?
"-Can I come in?"
Spencer's lips part ever so slightly—the smallest tell that he's relieved.
No repulsed retort, no glower. She wants to come in?
Spencer's mouth hangs open before he realizes how stupid he probably looks, shutting his lips and nodding.
Eyes hesitant, but warm, she smiles at him. Spencer watches wordlessly as her lithe body slips past him, into his hotel room.
He closes his door silently. He's staring at her back. Her hair looks weightless. He hasn't liked having to keep his eyes off of her—every chance that came around, he took to sneak a little glance. She's always been so effortlessly beautiful.
So why is she in his room? If she knows absolutely anything, why is she not hiding from him, at several doors' distance?
"You're reading Stephen King?"
She turns and Spencer gulps in his nerves, licking his lips and shuffling towards her.
"Um, yeah." He offers. "Garcia recommended the book."
Scarlett flips through the pages of The Shining. Her caramel eyes graze over the words lightly.
"It's good?"
Spencer's watching her, and his heart pounds when she meets his gaze.
"Y—Yeah." Spencer kneads a hand through his hair. "It's interesting. I tried reading it slower, to enjoy it more, but .. I only have maybe 40 pages left."
Scarlett nods silently, turning the pages and leaving the room wordless.
Spencer's eyes are furrowed. She comes into his room and takes it upon herself to read his book? While he could watch her fifty million times, eyes sucked in and file through her features that were so pleasant to the eyes—her softly pink lips, her alabaster skin—he can't. Cause he's about to bubble over with curiosity, the curiosity of why she ended up with him despite the odd circumstances.
"Scarlett-"
He gulps when her gaze comes to his. "Um. Don't take this wrong, I just want to know. ..Why are you here?"
Her lips sit in silence. Spencer's fidgety, yet he can't keep his eyes off hers. He's searching the burnished color of her eyes for answers. While she's prone to go silent like this sometimes, there is just so much more tension in her quietness.
She diverts her eyes somewhere near the floor, and comes forward a bit. Spencer can feel himself struggling to keep up with the pace of his breathing.
"I'm here for a reason." She starts. She's not meeting his eyes fully, but there's a shift in her tone that makes her sound candid. She approaches, and Spencer finds the silence alarmingly deafening.
Then she locks their eyes.
"Spencer..did you have a sex dream about me?"
SHIT.
Spencer's immediately red. He opens his mouth for words to come out, but it turns out there's a void between his lips.
He feels like killing Derek. As he stutters and spits and glances around, mumbles coming out jumbled from his tongue, curses are spilling in his mind.
Nothing coherent comes out of his mouth. He doesn't bare to see the look on her face—he's so caught up trying to make a response that somehow suits his needs, he doesn't recognize the apparent calm in her countenance.
"Spencer, look I'm not mad about it."
Then Spencer stops.
All his attention is on Scarlett. It's her turn to halt into silence.
Maybe he's wrapped up in a delusion. But she looks rosy, put in a daze, as he does, too. It's an odd moment—they're both flustered. Staring at each other, Spencer has the feeling they're both, individually, trying to put together whether they want the same thing.
He's not sure at all. But she's come close, and he's praying she rejects him, before the urge to end this burdensome situation by bringing their lips together ends up becoming too much to bear.
"Scarlett, tell me what you want."
Her gaze is suddenly glued on Spencer's.
He's staring at her with an unfeigned curiosity. He leaves room for the possibility that he's got this completely wrong. But what he said is completely candid—he wants exactly what she wants.
If Scarlett wants to rush out the door in disgust, she can and will. If she wants to forget about all of this, sure. If her eyes are telling the truth, and the crave lacing her pupils isn't a daydream, he'll give her everything she needs.
Without a word, Scarlett brings her body to his, nearing his head with a hand and ending it with a kiss.
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gubes-sweaters · 2 years
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Unexpected Turns: Chapter 14
Authors Note Nothing really, sorry for another long break. Also don’t ask me why I decided to make Spencer so vanilla this chapter. I think it became a little too wholesome.
Content Warning: Smut, breastfeeding
Word Count: 3.8K
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Chapter 14: Big Changes
So much can change in just a matter of three months. Atlas has grown so much. In just that little bit of time, he grew three and a half inches and he’s gained five pounds. He giggles and smiles at you, Spencer, and everyone at the BAU. You’ve been able to come in with him a few times now. This is what you’re on your way to do currently, but this time it’s for a different reason.
As you pull up the gigantic building you look into your rearview mirror at the small infant who was patiently sucking on a pacifier and taking in the outside world. You pull into your reserved parking spot before putting the car in park. You turn around and look into the mirror that your son had in front of him, on his car seat.  
“You excited to see dada?” you ask with a huge grin.
When your son looks at you through his mirror you see his eyes crinkle with joy and his smile widen past his pacifier.
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“There’s my angel!” Garcia shouts, leaping out of her chair, making her way to you surprisingly quickly despite the six-inch heels she’s wearing. She makes her way over to you and carefully takes the tiny baby out of your arms. 
“Hello to you too,” you say with a small laugh.
“Sorry, I got caught up in all the cuteness. How are you feeling?” She asks, still staring at your baby who’s begun to reach for her bright and colorful necklace. 
“I’m good. He’s been sleeping through the night so that helps a ton. I’m kinda feeling like myself again, like before I was pregnant. I feel like I’m me plus more,” you express with confidence.
“That’s great and as much as I love baby time, the jet won’t be here for about half an hour,” she says, referring to the rest of the team getting back.
“I know. I have a meeting with Strauss about setting up my field testing and me coming off maternity leave. She said it would be fine to bring Atlas to visit as long as it wasn’t interfering with work. I was hoping he could stay with Aunt Garcia for a bit,” you say.
“Of course!” She answers with a huge smile.
You say bye to both of them quickly hoping to be a little bit early for your meeting with Strauss. Walking back to the bullpen you feel nostalgic almost, you haven’t even been gone for long, but you’ve been cooped up with a baby. The past few months have seemed incredibly long, but incredibly short at the same time. There’s a large part of you that desperately misses working.
On your way to Hotch’s office, you try to straighten your posture and keep your chin up. You’re hoping your false, inflated confidence will be the thing that saves you. It’s hard to keep just about any confidence around Strauss though.
You lightly knock on the door before peeking in the room.
“Hello, (y/l/n). How are you?” She asks with her lips pulled into a thin line.
“I’m great, and you?” you ask with a hopeful smile.
“I’m fine,” she says, giving you a slight up and down.
You just smiled lightly and nodded along.
“Well, let’s get on with this. I’ll have to schedule you down for basic field training and gun training.” 
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You wait with your son at Spencer’s desk while Penelope is over your shoulder cooing and making funny faces. You cradle the back of his head and snuggle him close to your body while Atlas gives a toothless grin and continues to giggle and gurgle at Garcia. He reaches out a chubby hand towards Garcia’s bright and shiny jewelry as the elevator chimes before opening. 
You can hear Spencer open up the door as he picks up the pace towards the bullpen. 
“There's my little buddy,” Spencer says, his eyes as big as saucers while he reaches for the small infant.
“Hey, baby,” you say, standing up and handing him the happy baby.
“Hey, how are you?” He asks with a bright smile in an attempt to shift some of his attention away from your son and onto you. Spencer bounces the sweet, chubby-cheeked baby, beaming at the baby’s toothless grin. When you see him like this you could never understand why he doubted himself so much as a father.
“I’m good, just worried about telling my mom we decided to get a nanny over having her watch him,” you say shifting back and forth. It was something you and Spencer decided a bit ago after your coworker, Anderson, had told you about a nanny that was looking for work because the family she worked for for years was moving overseas to work in Interpol. 
“She should understand, she works a full-time job, and sometimes we have to leave at a moment's notice,” he says shrugging. You laugh to yourself thinking ‘He obviously doesn’t know my mother well enough.’
The elevator door chimes once again, Hotch and Morgan step out this time. Hotch gives a small wave as he talks to his son on the phone. He rushes to his office and you follow what's causing him to hurry. You spot Straus waiting outside his office for him and you figure that’s probably the only reason why he chose to come back today after a long investigation.
“Wow, pretty boy, I don’t think you’ve even run after an unsub that fast,” Morgan says.
“Did you run to the office?” you ask before turning and greeting Morgan. You can see Spencer bashfully blush out of the corner of your eye, confirming your suspicions. Morgan scoops you into a big hug.  
“Now I want to see my favorite godson,” Morgan says, with a bright smile, walking towards the baby. He holds the small infant in his arms
“I hate to kill the happy mood, but where are my girls and Rossi?” Penelope asks, her heels clacking against the tile floor and her hair perfectly styled curls bouncing with every step.
“They all decided to go home, I just went with Reid because I couldn’t miss the chance at seeing this cute little face,” Morgan says, unintentionally going into baby talk mode which makes your baby giggle. 
You turn as you hear your last name being called by not only Hotch but also Strauss. Stress immediately kicks in and you try to gauge the situation, but it’s hard to tell their feelings since both of them carry a stern face normally.
“Yes?” You timidly ask when you finally approach the pair. In turn, Hotch just gestures inside of his office.
“We wanted to speak with you about your return,” Hotch says as he stands behind his desk and Strauss takes what’s normally his seat at the desk. 
Your mind turns with anxious thoughts. You wonder what you could’ve possibly missed when discussing it with Strauss just moments earlier. You covered the nanny, field training, a comprehensive schedule, insurance, and anything else under the sun about your return.
“Well, Aaron and I both remember what it was like when our children were first born and how it felt like neither of us wanted to part with our kids. On the other hand we both loved and still love our job, and we know how much you love your career,” Strauss prefaces.
“We want your transition to be more comfortable. I know you want to dive into this head first, but we want you to work part time in the office and occasionally join when you're needed most. The other time you have at work we both want you to help wrap up the investigation and once it’s fully over, you can work towards becoming a field agent,” Hotch says before pushing a huge manilla folder towards you. You open the large folder and the first thing you see is the dead body of a woman with flowers braided into her hair and the thought of picking this investigation up again makes you shiver.
The three of you share a silent agreement before they let you know that you can start next week. You take the file and stuff it under your arm before walking out of the office clearly thrown off guard. You say polite, but quick goodbyes to Garica and Morgan, using your son's nap time as an excuse. You walk to the car with Spencer who was holding Atlas. You get your son strapped in his car seat before starting the car and driving off in silence. You can tell just by his mannerisms that Spencer is too confused and worried, so he says nothing.
He doesn’t get the courage to ask what’s going on until the two of you are in your elevator on the way up to your apartment. You shrug him off, mentioning that the two of you’ll talk after dinner and that’s exactly what you do. 
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Once inside the apartment you try to get comfortable on the couch before unclipping your nursing bra and feeding your son. Spencer hands you a spit up cloth and sits next to you on the couch. You relax a little bit once you're in the safety of your home. Atla’s eyes grow heavy as you rock him a small amount as he eats. Once he’s half asleep you remove him and burp him before reattaching your bra. Spencer agrees to take him for a tiny bit so you can cook. 
You hear him cooing at the tiny baby as he rests on Spencer’s chest. He turns on a nature documentary after he scoots to lay on the couch comfortably with his head propped up, both arms resting around the baby.
You decide that spaghetti and meatballs would be the quickest course of action. As you wait for the water to boil and the meatballs to sear in the skillet you open your laptop quickly and you see an email from your dad.
Hey Daisy, sorry I’ve been so busy, but look at that kid! He’s getting huge! The three of you will have to make a trip to come see us sometime soon. I remember when you were that age, you were so adorable and I swear you never even really cried. You made this funny squeaking noise and for the longest time we called you squeakers, until you got the nickname Daisy. I miss you a lot and I really appreciate you filling me in on your life a bit. There’s not much going on at my end other than work, work, and more work. Your little sister wants to do competition dance next year, as if her mom doesn’t have her doing enough. The two of them like to keep busy though. Anyway, we all miss you! Make sure to send me some more photos of that little munchkin! 
Love you, dad.
You let out a small chuckle at the photo attached and it’s your little sister making the goofiest face possible and your dad crossing his eyes, attempting to make a goofy face. Spencer must’ve heard your chuckle because he slowly turns towards you and cocks his eyebrows. You turn the screen to show him an enlarged photo of the one in the email. He squints for a second, letting his vision focus before smiling and silently laughing at the photo.
You send him a quick response back and send a few photos of Atlas and a video of him giving you an unamused look during tummy time where you can hear you and Spencer chuckling at the infant who clearly wasn't having any of it. You were more than content with this form of communication with your dad. It was close, but still distant enough where you felt if he were to leave from your life again it wouldn’t hurt as bad as it did before.
Once the spaghetti noodles and meatballs are finished there isn’t much else to do, but let the meatballs simmer in sauce and just in time Atlas is ready for his diaper change and final meal before bedtime. You can tell he’s had a long day for such a small baby because he’s being a tiny bit more fussy than normal. You both read to him and tuck him into bed. You set up your baby monitor on your phone, so you can hear easily if he wakes up. 
The both of you eat dinner on the couch and are excited to finally have some alone time together.
“You should get a new phone with this on it,” you mention to him, referring to the app that was silently playing white noise from your baby monitor in the background.
“What’s the point, you have yours?” Spencer asks.
“It does a lot of good. It tracks his breathing, how often he’s sleeping, you can play different sounds through his monitor, and most importantly it’s right here, so you can always check up on him. There’ll be a time where we are at different places working and we are entrusting a nanny to care for him properly. Plus your phone is old as shit,” you say before laughing at your last remark.
“Okay, okay, I’ll upgrade mine tomorrow, but what do you mean by working at different places?” he asks quickly.
“Well, Strauss and Hotch told me that they want me to switch part time of my old job and part time fixing up all the loose ends from the case,” even though the term “case” was vague, Spencer picked up on exactly what you were saying.
“That’s completely irrational, Strauss probably only wants you on that case so bad because you dated him,” he says, setting his fork down onto his plate. 
“I know, I know. That’s precisely why I was so upset earlier. I’m working so hard to build a life with just the three of us. I want him out of my life for good. I wanted that even when I thought he was just a useless bastard who was just cheating on me,” you say equally as irritated with their decision.
“You have moved and we are slowly building that lift together. Hopefully the faster that case gets wrapped up and we push it to trial, the faster we can move on,” he says, finishing his food. 
Once you finish up Spencer quickly washes a few dishes whilst you hop in the shower. 
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As you step out of the large cloud of steam and towards the mirror, you tuck a fluffy bath towel close to you. You can hear Spencer walking around in the bedroom, the sound of the wood panels creaking under weight in unmistakable. 
“Spence?” You say loud enough for him to hear, but not so loud it would wake your son up. You start to apply lotion on your legs, waiting to see if he heard you. ‘Huh, he probably can’t hear me.’ You think to yourself.
“Baby, you out there? Could you grab my glasses and my contact case?” You call out once more. With no response you walk out figuring that he’s probably settled into bed and there’s no use bothering him or waking up your son. You open the door to the bathroom expecting to see Spencer, but he’s not there. 
Your eyes pan over to the open window. The curtains swaying gently in the late night Virginia wind. You walk across the room to shut it, forcing the old latch closed, before walking out to the living room. You see Spencer still in the kitchen cleaning off the counters with a lysol wipe. 
“Hey, baby, I thought you were in the room. I shouted for you,” you say.
“No still finishing up kitchen duty,” he says, with a light chuckle before tossing the used wipe in the garbage. 
“You coming to bed with me?” You say hopefully.
“Mhm, I’m just going to hop in the shower first,” he says, laying a kiss on your cheek while you’re left standing in the kitchen curious about what you heard in your bedroom.
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Spencer walks out of the bathroom, his hair still damp and wavy. You’re just finishing up the rest of your nighttime routine that had been interrupted as he walks over and dims the lights in the bathroom. He swiftly makes his way back to you before reaching out his hand.
“I missed you so much,'' he says. You comply and give him your hand before he pulls you close to his body.
He leans in for a kiss that feels so sincere and loving just by the way he chooses to cradle your face. He slowly pulls the towel away from your body, basking in the sight of you before gently leading you to lay back down on the bed. He begins crawling over your body, you pull him up by the collar of the cotton t-shirt he was wearing. Pulling it over his head, he takes the shirt and tosses it across the room before leaning down to kiss you again. You push down at the band of his sweats as a silent plea for him to relieve the pent-up tension and warmth you can feel pooling in your lower stomach.
“Someone’s eager,” he quips before leaning down to kiss your neck.
“Please…” you beg in a soft, needy tone. Writhing your hips in search of any friction. You can see the blush on his chest deepen once more. Even though Spencer won’t admit it, you can tell he likes it when you’re all needy for him. He likes to take the reins every once in a while, especially when it’s to care for you. 
Spencer immediately complies, kissing harshly on the pulse point right under your jaw as he lightly circles your clit. When you whimper and buck your his at his teasing he smiles in the kisses that were on your jaw before he dips one finger slowly in your vagina. 
You grab the short hair at the base of his neck before letting out a moan. All Spencer can think about is the sounds of your pleasure and how he wants nothing more than to hear that for the rest of his life. In order to pull a few more moans out of you he dips another finger in. Wasting no time to make you finish. Your hips buck and you squeeze your eyes tight as the ecstasy rolls over you in waves.
The bedroom is getting warmer and sweater by the moment. The smell of sex is radiating off the both of you, but you two have just begun. Spencer gives you a few moments of relaxation before reaching over to the bedside table and pulling a condom out of the drawer. You finally let your eyes flutter open as he rolls it on.
“There she is,” you hear him say, his voice a little lower than normal and his tone a bit sultry.
You smile at the blush that paints his cheeks, chest, and the tips of his ears. Love continues to bloom in your heart knowing that he still blushes around you. You can feel a new type of heat radiating in your face when he makes eye contact with you, smiling sweetly before dipping down to kiss you. As your lips meet, Spencer slowly sinks himself inside you. What starts as light pants turns into heavy and heady moans that you try to keep quiet. Spencer can’t even manage to be quiet because he is whimpering and moaning as much as you. 
The two of you grab at each other and hold each other like it’s your first time as he ruts against you, gradually becoming faster and faster.
“Spence, please… harder. I- I want more,” you weren't fully sure what you were begging for, but you wanted this moment to consume you, swallow you whole. 
The both of you are clearly desperate for intimacy that hasn’t happened in a bit, since he’s been gone. You wrap your legs around his hips tightly as he strokes in and out of you. The both of you are messily tumbling towards an orgasm bubbling in your bodies. You are the first to finish with Spencer just a bit behind. Once he finishes he lays there inside you just for a bit, taking a few heavy breaths. He soon gets up and tosses the condom away in the bathroom. On his way back through he stops to give you a kiss before pulling on his sweatpants and quietly walks out into the kitchen, quickly returning with two glasses of water and a chocolate bar. On his way in he turns out the lights, but you flip on both the lights on the nightstands.
“Here you go,” he says as you shift in the bed, covering yourself with the sheet.
“Thanks,” you drink about half the glass before sitting it back down on the bed.
Spencer breaks the bar in half before handing half over to you with a soft smile.
“You feeling alright?” You ask him, noticing him nervously shift on the bed.
“Yes and no. It’s not about us, it’s just about Atlas,” Spencer admits with a slightly disappointed look.
“What's wrong with you and Atlas?” You question.
“I’m not sure, I’ve babysat Henry with no problem, but… don’t laugh, but I guess he makes me nervous,” Spencer says, wringing his hands together before popping the rest of his half the chocolate bar in his mouth.
You stifle with your words, trying to not find his wording comical. Baby’s don’t normally make grown adults, let alone their parents nervous, but you see where his hang ups are.
“I get where you’re coming from. Unfortunately, good parenting takes a lot of practice. So, why don’t you spend some time with him out and about? Tomorrow when you finally trade in your ancient phone, take Atlas with you,” you say, nonchalantly. He considers it for a second before nodding his head slightly.
“That would work out fine,” he says, before taking a sip of water.
“Plus someone needs a bit more driving practice,” you say before laughing then turning to switch off the lamp.
He just lets out a tired laugh as he turns off his lamp and gets under the sheet with you. Once you both were settled in he smiles at you, giving you a kiss before looking deep in your eyes.
“At least I’m not the one with four speeding tickets and five unpaid parking tickets,” he says to your complete shock since only one out of the nine of those tickets were while you lived in Virginia, the rest were from college.
“Who told you that?” you say, laughing at his snarky tone.
“Garcia did when you first started working at the BAU,” he says, laughing with you.
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pherelesytsia · 2 years
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Vicious Creature Part 2
Pairing: Spencer Reid x female Reader
Summary: After Hotch's daughter flees from her abusive ex, Spencer invites her to stay at his flat.
Warning: Fluff, Spencer being a lovely and gentle man.
Word Count: 1.1k
Part One
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With a loud thud, the heavy bags fell to the floor. Deeply Olivia exhaled, feeling the weight fall from her shoulders, felt free, knew she was safe in the small apartment from her haunting past.
Smiling weakly, exhausted from the long journey, the young woman turned to Spencer a few steps away from her, thanking the man once again for what he was doing for her. How many times she had thanked him for taking her in, Olivia couldn’t remember but knew she had said it many times. She took a step into the apartment. The rain had left darker turning marks on her long coat.
Silence reigned.
The smell of old books lingered in the air, reminding of an ancient and long-forgotten library. Streetlights streamed through the windows framed by dark long curtains. The walls were barely decorated, no family pictures hung on the walls.
Olivia searched for signs telling her he doesn’t live alone, couldn’t understand how the handsome man didn’t have a girlfriend. No feminine shoes stood by the door, they were all dark, all the same size, not smaller nor differently coloured or a jacket in different shapes and shades. The flat looked exactly as Olivia had imagined it and turned her gaze over her shoulder at Spencer, who closed the door of dark wood and gestured to his new flatmate with his outstretched hand that she should go ahead. Spencer said nothing, took the bags, walked past Olivia, and placed them next to the leather sofa graced with two pillows.
"I welcome you to my flat. I'm sure you'll want to get in the shower after your long drive. There's the bathroom. I'll prepare you a warm bath and, in the meantime, I'll make us something to eat. Later I can show you the flat." Spencer announced, not exactly knowing what to say.
His voice was gentle, something Olivia wasn't familiar with, couldn't recall when a man didn't address her as if she were a toddler. Smiling, Spencer walked past her, making his way to the bathroom to fill the bathtub, leaving her alone with the thoughts trying to make it impossible to find a moment of peace.
Olivia tied her long, slightly wavy hair into a high ponytail and set about taking off her long coat. She looked around questioningly, couldn't find a coat hook, and placed the coat on the large sports bag Spencer had carried for her. Nervously Olivia played with her fingers, stepped two steps forward and two back, and hoped Spencer would soon join her, not desiring to stay alone. It was a step in the right direction and Olivia knew it, kept trying to ignore the voice in her head, trying to convince her otherwise. An uncomfortable warmth filled her body, but Olivia didn't dare take off the long hoodie, visibly too big for her, didn't want his eyes to fall on her wounds, didn't want to be pitied, wanted to forget what had happened.
"The tub is full. I've put a towel next to it.” a voice broke through the silence.
A noise escaped her. Her eyes widened. Spencer apologizingly gazed upon the shivering woman. He wanted to place his hand on her back, wanting to comfort her, knowing touches helped to reassure people, but instantly he realised he wouldn't be able to help Olivia by doing so.
“Take as much time as you want. You don't have to worry; nothing can happen to you; I will protect you. If you want, we can talk later. Maybe it will help you." Spencer said, and Olivia nodded.
Voices faded away and it seemed that an uncommon calmness ruled in the town. Olivia went ahead, crossing her arms in front of her body. Suddenly Olivia stopped, stopped a few steps away from Spencer, didn’t vanish in the bathroom.
Questioningly Spencer looked at her, wanted to form his lips into a question, but no tones escaped his throat. Spencer smiled weakly. Shyly, almost as if he feared, Spencer put his hands on the young woman's back, listened to the words coming from her lips, could not see the falling tears, but felt them seeping through his shirt. Spencer had expected almost everything, wouldn't blame her for not wanting to share her story with him, would understand if Olivia wanted to be alone, but not that she would hug him.
A faint apology slipped, and Olivia made three steps and turned her back to Spencer, looking after her in confusion. Olivia quickly turned into the corridor, clenching her hands into fists. A curse crossed her lips, she felt like an idiot for what she had done, she wished she could turn back time but she couldn't do that anymore. Nervously, her fingers slid through her hair, disrupting the ponytail, didn’t brush the traces on her cheeks away.
Spencer looked after her with a faint smile, heard the door falling shut, listened for a moment, and made his way to the kitchen. He took the bags he had been carrying filled with her belongings and carried them into his bedroom, leaving the door open, wanting to be sure he would hear if she needed anything, and placed the bags next to the bed. Spencer reupholstered the blanket and set about making space in his wardrobe for Olivia, knowing she would live more than one month with him. He placed the books he hoped she would like on the bedside table and drew the curtains.
Quickly Spencer changed, replacing his jeans with a more comfortable material, followed by a T-shirt he had never worn before. When he was satisfied with his work, Spencer turned back to the kitchen, filled the pot with cold water, and set about making tea. He took two bowls, placed them on the kitchen island, and filled them with treats he knew everyone liked, had read countless statistics about it.
The kettle announced that the water was ready and Spencer filled the two cups and put them down on the table together with the bowls. Briefly thinking about what else to do, he looked around and found what he was looking for. He took the green bottle of wine, hoping she would like it, and placed it on the table, followed by two tall glasses. Slowly Spencer lowered himself onto the sofa, felt the material give way under his weight, reached for the book resting lonely on the table between the bowls and the glasses, and began to leaf through it.
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bumblebeebucky · 2 years
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Updated Masterlist
Started: 04/21/22 Last Updated: 05/07/2022 Total Works: 5
Marvel:
Bucky Barnes:
Better Late Than Never (04/26/2022)
Going Down (05/05/2022)
Before We Go (05/09/2022)
Steve Rogers
Just You (04/28/2022)
Bathroom Shenanigans (05/03/2022)
Made for Me (05/11/2022)
Stucky
Peter Parker
Concentrate (05/07/2022)
Supernatural:
Sam Winchester
Dean Winchester
Criminal Minds:
Spencer Reid
Aaron Hotchner
Luke Alvez
Misc.
Chris Evans
Ransom Drysdale
Sebastian Stan
Matthew Gray Gubler
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hornyramostan · 7 months
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thoughtsofreid · 23 days
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18+ mdni. thx
“please.” was the only word you could manage to get out while spencer’s hand was dipping under the waistband of your shorts.
he had you in his lap on the couch. his other hand held a book open with his thumb. it was a paperback, the cover was dark green. maybe? you hadn’t looked at it too closely. your eyes were preoccupied, staring at his through the lenses of his reading glasses. watching them quickly dart across the paper. his breath was slow and stable, his eyebrows furrowed slightly as he flipped the pages.
“spencer, please.” you whined again as his hand moved farther down into your bottoms. “please what, honey?” he responded, calmly. “what is it?”
“just-.” you hesitated. you felt safe and comfortable with him, but sometimes it was difficult to vocalize what you wanted, especially in moments these.
“come on, tell me.” he spoke softly, in contradiction to the demand. he leaned down to place a soft kiss on your cheek, almost as a plea to get you to speak. “what do you need?” he asked again, while two of his fingers slowly pressed against your entrance through the thin fabric of your underwear. clearly, he knew what you needed, but he wanted to hear you say it. it’s hard not to give him what he wants.
“your hands, need your hands.” you answered, as you started rolling your hips down onto him, desperate for some kind of friction, quietly whimpering into the crook of his neck. you knew how needy you looked, and sounded, but you also knew spencer liked having you like this. loved it, really. the mix between sweetness and unspoken control he had on you was so perfect and balanced.
he started to gently rub back and forth along your still clothed core. you could feel the wetness beginning to collect on his fingertips through the fabric. “oh?” he hummed, turning away from his book to look at you for the first time since you had sat down. “but i’m reading right now, angel.” his voice was low and stern, but still tender. “i can help you, but you need to stay quiet.” he pressed harder against your heat, earning a few small moans from you in return. “i know it’s hard, but you wouldn’t want to distract me from my book, hm?”
you started nodding your head before his sentence was even complete. “no, i’ll- i can be quiet.” your voice got more silent with each word.
“i know you can, you’re so good for me.” spencer began pushing your underwear to the side. “always so good.”
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reidcoffeemoon · 21 days
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reiderwriter · 8 months
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Everyone Looks Better in a Sundress pt. 2
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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Summary: After a hot encounter in your car, Spencer pulls you inside your apartment hoping to give you some more relief from the heat.
Genre: Smut, with very little plot and some fluff as an appetiser. MINORS DNI
Warnings: Dom!Spencer, sub!Reader, soft Dom, oral (M receiving), pet names, degradation, face fucking, messy sex, creampie, breeding kink (contraception mentioned), also they have sex literally against the readers front door but I don't know how I'm supposed to add a warning for that...
Word Count: 2.4K
Here's Part 1 and my Masterlist!
A/N: Welcome back! I have a week off from work and no plans for at least four days, so I'm going to be writing a lot this week, so if anyone wants to be added to a taglist pls reply and let me know! My requests are open, too. For now this mini-series is complete, but I might write a third part at some point with the shower scene. Let me know what you think!
The small moment of silence after feeling yourself die a small death in Spencer’s hands is possibly the clearest your mind has been all week. You felt the fatigue melt away from your body as you relaxed into the car seat, knowing that the man who had once again taken to tracing his fingers in small shapes on your thigh, was absolutely going to take care of you.
As he pulled up to your apartment, however, your mind started working all over again, and you cleared your throat ready to start possibly one of the most awkward conversations you’d ever have in your life.
“Thank you for dropping me off.” You opened, not really sure where you were going, but praying that the car stopping didn’t signal whatever this was between you and your coworker stopping as well.
“Y/N, it’s your car. I didn’t drop you off, I practically commandeered you.” He smiled at you now, with that soft, tender smile you’d so often wished to have directed at you and only you.
“So,” you start, your hesitation shaking your voice slightly, “were you serious about joining me in that shower? Because that is absolutely something I need right now, by the way.” You almost curse yourself for how much your vomiting out the words, but the smile never leaves Reid’s eyes as he unbuckles his seatbelt.
“You need the shower or you need me to join you?”
“You know, before today, I’d never have pegged you as such a fucking tease.”
“And I wouldn’t have pegged you as someone who begged your coworker to finger-fuck you in the office on full display for your friends to watch, but I guess were both learning a lot about each other today, right?”
“I did not beg.” You stared at him indignantly, finally unbuckling your seatbelt and rearranging your dress and panties so that the walk to your apartment would’nt be too uncomfortable.
Jumping out of the driver side, Spencer quickly joined you at your door as you stepped out of the car, closing the door and pushing you up against it, his hands firmly holding your waist now as he pressed his forehead against yours.
The moment was so intimate you almost forgot how to breathe, but the giggle that jumped from your stomach forced air into your lungs just as his lips curled up into a more playful smile as he responded to you.
“You didn’t beg with your words,” he emphesised the end of his sentence with an innocent kiss to your cheek, pausing to add “but we work as profilers.” Another kiss, this time to your other cheek. “And I’m very good at my job.” This time he pressed a tender kiss to your lips.
It was so totally unlike the desperate kisses you shared in the elevator that you were thrown off your guard for a minute and would’ve absolutely lost your balance had he not been there holding you up against your car. Where his earlier kisses had been hot, purposeful and full of need, these were almost deliriously slow. You felt him smiling into the kiss as his hand moved up to cup the back of your head, pushing you further into his embrace as you gave each other everything you had.
When you finally pulled back, gasping for air but grinning like fools, he quickly pecked you on the lips again before slipping his hand into yours and pulling you along into your own home. He unlocked your door, threw down the keys and immediately had you pushed up against it, his hands back in your hair as his mouth made its way along your neck, as if he didn’t want to leave any spot untasted, undiscovered.
“Spencer,” you moaned into his embrace, but he did not relent, finding a specifically sensitive spot at the nape of your neck and devoting all of his worldly attention to it.
“Spencer, do you remember when we met?” You breathed out, needing to force the thought out before you lost the chance. He hummed a quick affirmation against your neck, but didn’t pull away, like a child reluctant to part from their favorite toy.
“Spencer, please,” you laughed and finally managed to force him to look into your eyes, your bodies still pushed together at the hips, as if the physical contact was tethering him to the moment.
“Yes, Y/N, I remember. I remember everything, that’s my thing. Now can we continue this, please.” He dropped another kiss to your lips and lingered there for a moment too long as if to punctuate his thought.
Rolling your eyes, you continued. “I tried to shake your hand, and you gave me that speech that you give to everybody about germs and bacteria and whatever and then you said it’d be safer to kiss.”
“What’s your point, princess?”
“The point is that the very second it came out of your mouth, I wanted you to do it. Kiss me, I mean. I wanted you to do this, to pin me against a wall and make my heartbeat ten times faster than it already does, and, yes before you say anything, I know that would be incredibly dangerous for my health, but you are Spencer. You are the most dangerous thing that has happened to me, and I love you so fucking much.”
He didn’t pull away, but he didn’t resume your activities either. You just stood there together in companionable silence, breathing each other in. As if breaking himself out of a daze, he finally dragged one finger down your cheek, taking all of you in before replying.
“I love you. And I’m not good with words or talking so I need you to let me show you that I love you. Can you do that, Princess?” You eagerly nod, your hips rolling forward unconsciously, as if your body suddenly remembered what the two of you were there to do.
He pulls your leg into him, letting the entirety of his body push up against you, as you feel the physical manifestation of his desire for you for the first time. He returns to your neck again, but pushes your leg up higher, so he can nestle as deep between you as he can get. You let your hands trail down his body, making quick work at the buttons of that tantilising shirt, and when he comes up for breath, you don’t allow him a moment to move back in before you’re on his neck.
The sweat sticking to his skin tastes salty as you kiss and lick your way from his jaw to his collar bone, pushing his shirt down his back so you can go further down. His throaty moans are the only sounds filling the room as he rocks his hips into your thighs, desperate for friction of any kind.
Although he’s reluctant to let you go, he’s almost relieved when you finally drop to your knees and make short work of his belt, still no further into yout apartment than your welcome mat.
“God, I’m so glad I get to keep this memory of you on your knees for me forever, Princess.” He smooths your now messy hair away from your face as you pull the tops of his pants down just enough to reach into his underwear, too eager to worry about fully derobing him. When his cock finally springs out of his pants, you’re hands are on it immediately. You press small kisses on the tip and sides, your hands moving down to his base as you work your way up to kitten licks, teasing the man slowly.
“Such a little whore for me.” You know from the change in pet names and the tightened grip on your hair that he’s growing impatient, and so you finally take him into your mouth, slowly, making sure to breath through your nose as he moves closer and closer to hitting the back of your throat.
When you get as much of him inside your mouth as you’re able, you start slowly bobbing your mouth up and down, one hand on his thigh maintaining your balance, and the other making sure the rest of his impressive length doesn’t feel neglected.
“Fuck, yes, Just like that baby. You’re doing such a great job,” he moans, but he’s getting impatient again, and you pull off his cock quickly, sticking out your tongue and giving him the permission to use you the way he needs.
“Such a good girl for me,” he says, pulling your hair into place with one hand, whilst the other pumps the base of his cock and pushes it back into your mouth, ready for him to use you like the little slut he knows you are.
“Just breath through it, Princess, you’re doing so well for me.” He starts thrusting into your throat, slowly at first, but quickly building speed like a man deranged, whose only hope at solace is spilling himself into the back of your throat. You do your best to keep your jaw relaxed, and honestly he’s impressed by how long you last, but when you finally start gagging, he’s seeing stars and his groans are having a notable effect on you.
You’re soaking now, so desperate for friction and contact you briefly consider pulling his leg into you and grinding yourself against his shoe, desperate for another release. You know he’s getting closer to his own, when he loosens his hold on your hair and let’s it fall down again, his hands pushing against your front door again as he braces himself.
“God, Princess, look at what you do to me,” he moans as he finally pulls you off of him, your face covered with a mix of your saliva and his pre-cum, a whole lot of which is still trailing between your lips and his cock as you look up at him from beneath hooded eyes.
“Spencer, please,” you shudder and try to catch your breath, as he hits the head of his cock gently against the side of your face, marking you again in the places his lips touched you earlier.
“Please what, Princess? You have to use your words.”
You catch your breath again as his tip traces your bottom lip, gathering some more of your mess.
“Please fuck me, Spencer.” It comes out as a whimper, and he’d almost feel bad if he weren’t so fucking turned on right now, looking down at your innocent face, slick with saliva from choking on his dick. He pulls you up quickly, grabbing at your hips, pulling the bottom of your dress over your ass and ridding you of your panties in one movement.
“So fucking wet for me, my special baby.” He whispers tenderly, pushing your upper body into the door and pressing a small kiss just behind your ear.
He presses himself against your slit, teasing your senstive spots by stroking up and down the length of your pussy until you're dizzy with need and shaking in anticipation. Just as you’re about to scream in frustration and push back on him yourself, he thrusts himself entirely into you, and you are once again breathless.
Your mind goes blank as he pushes into you, gaining a steady rhythm as he whispers praise into your ear.
“You’re taking me so well baby, so fucking good, like you were made just for me.” You feel yourself clench around him as his breath tickles your still sensitive neck, and each time you do you're rewarded with the sweet tones of his groans in your ears.
His hands find their way down to your clit as you beg him for more, unable to form words, but the pants and whimpers you’re letting out supplying him with enough to know that you’re close to the end of your tether.
“Where do you want me, baby?” He asks, his strokes getting slower and somehow even deeper as he does his best to prolong your shared bliss.
“Don’t pull out,” you groan without even thinking. You don’t want to let him go but in this position you cant wrap your legs around him and hold him close so you have to muster up the strength to tell him what you need.
“Oh fuck baby, you want me to fucking cum inside you? Want me to breed you like the little fucking whore you are? Every word drove you crazy, the weight of his body pushing you against the door providing delicious pressure as he drove into you.
“You want everyone to see how good I fuck you? Show everyone how much you like having my cum inside you?” The wet slaps of your skin colliding with each thrust fill the room as your mouth fails to form a reply, your orgasm hitting you as soon as the word inside forms on his tongue.
You shudder around him as your eyes roll back in your head, his fingers on your clit rocking you through it as he keeps up his pace.
“Fuck, that’s it baby girl. Gonna fill you up now, gonna keep you filled from now on,” he moans, and with a final snap of his hips he’s buried inside of you letting his cum flow directly into your unprotected pussy.
You stay like that for a two minutes, panting and gasping for breath, your dress completely stuck to your body, and his pants still stuck around his ankles.
When you both finally catch your breath, he pulls out of you and turns you around, pulling you in for another tender kiss and just holding you for another minute before pulling you further into the apartment.
“Just so you know,” you eventually manage to push out. “I’m on the pill.”
“I know. I saw the pills when we shared that hotel room on the Denver case a few months back. It was still fucking hot though.”
You shared a laugh, almost embarrassed by how much the two of you had wanted each other. You make a bee-line for the bedroom, almost desperate for sleep after your vigorous activities, but Spencer paused as you passed the bathroom.
“You know,” he laughs exhaustedly, “we never did make it to the shower.”
“In due time, Doctor. In due time.”
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NSFW ALPHABET - MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER
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• Based around fem!reader!!! I tried to make most of them gender neutral when they are based around just Matthew, but when a partner is mention female anatomy is used. Please let me know if you enjoyed this or agree with my HCs!
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Depends! If he’s too tired afterwards, probably after a few rounds and back in the 2000s when he was less experienced, he would probably just lay and cuddle you while he took his time regaining his stamina. On the other hand, as his stamina grew and he wasn’t completed fucked afterwards, he’d grab you both a glass of water to take a couple sips from and clean eachother up a bit if he had finished somewhere on you or his fingers and face were sticky with your liquid.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
His favourite body part about himself is probably his torso/upper body area because it allows him to wrap his arms around you and hold you close. His favourite body part on you varies, but that’s only because it’s hard to choose just one favourite thing. He tells people your smile to keep things PG, but whenever he is on top of you he can’t help but caress and fondle your breasts, and if he’s feeling a little cheeky, he’ll stare at your butt when you wear bootie shorts.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He loves to cum inside you, of course, just because the action feels so intimate, but he won’t object to pulling out and finishing on your pussy or stomach to see how it lays on your soft skin. Not to mention, he can’t get enough of your cum; the taste, the consistency between his fingers.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He wouldn’t want to admit it, but he masurbates often. He loves to jerk his hips up into his hand and whimper your name when you’re apart.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
I doubt he’s experienced. He’s not the type to have casual hook-ups, so his list of lovers is probably short, but quantity ≠ quality.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Touch decision between cowgirl and missionary. Depending on his mood, if he’s feeling a little submissive he’ll just lay there and let you take control, then gripping your hips roughly as he got closer and closer. When he likes missionary, he burrows his face in the crook of your neck, breathing heavily as he thrusts into you.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
If it’s a morning quickie, he’ll be all giggly as you take off your pjs and make out, then feeling very flustered afterwards because he’s embarrassed. Similarly, he loves to tease you which always tugs a smirk to his lips because he can’t take himself seriously.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Trimmed but not hairless, which is mainly for comfort. But if you asked him to shave closer to the skin he would without hesitation.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He considers sex to be incredibly intimate. He’ll often whisper soft I love you’s as he makes love to you and always praising you. He want’s you all to himself. He prides himself knowing that you are exclusive.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Similar to Dirty Secret, he tends to only do it in bed at night, sometimes in the shower. He loves it when you give him a hand job, though. 1000% percent better, because when he does it to himself he always pretends it’s your hand.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
His kinks and desires fluctuate over the years, but he’s always loved praising. Either praises from you when you’re touching him which make him finish so fast, or he’s whispering them in your ear, making you shiver.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Your bed is always the first option. Considering how tall he is, it’s usually the most comfortable location. But, if you’re feeling frisky, you’ll ride him on the couch or he’ll take you against the wall in the shower, which always gives him a little pep in his step from the adrenaline.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
The tiniest thing can make him horny. You can simply be walking around in a big sleep shirt (better if it’s one of his t-shirts), just panties underneath and the very bottom of your butt is peeking from underneath, he can’t help but give it a little squeeze or coming up behind you, pushing his erection against you which immediately lets you know he’s in the mood.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Dominance that borderlines BDSM. He’ll ocasionally ask for your hands to wrap around his neck but never constricting his air in a serious way. He could never imagine hitting you during, and if you had done so he would be confused. why did they hit me? am i doing something wrong?
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Munch! If he had to choose between giving or receiving, he would always pick to give it. Of course, he can’t get enough of your lips wrapped around his cock, your tongue teasing him, but nothing matches being able to devour you completely and drink you dry.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Depends on the occasion. If you’re celebrating an anniversary or just some tired sex after work, he’ll be slow and gentle, whispering and kissing you as he lets our quiet whimpers and groans. But if he’s been missing you all day, having to distract himself with something so he doesn’t drown in daydreams of your body, the second he’s home alone with you he’ll climb on top of you, burrying his face in your neck as he thrusts into you in long movements, pulling out until only his tip remains then pushing back into you, causing the bed to shake.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He would choose a long night of love making over a quickie, but he would never object. He prefers for them to be at home just out of comfort, either on the kitchen counter or his reading chair.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He’s very open minded in all senses, especially in bed. If you suggest you try a new toy, he’ll use it as many ways as he can think. For example, when you are experimenting with vibrators together, he’s a little worried to try it on his tip at first because the loud vibration sound is intimidating, but once you did he came so fast, withering right underneath you.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Similarly to Aftercare, it depends on his experience. In the 2000s when he was more scrawny, he probably doesn’t last too long and can only endure 1-2 rounds when. But as his endurance grew he could handle 2-4 orgasm a night. This varies depending if you’re experimenting.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
When he’s single, he probably doesn’t own any. But once he’s in a relationship and comfortable enough, he would find it interesting to go to a sex shop and pick out toys with you.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He loves to compliment your body and make you blush. He’ll act tough when he’s teasing you verbally, but as soon as you drag him to your bedroom that game is over and he’s begging.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He’s not too loud but is very vocal, always breathing heavy and whimpering, and as he gets closer to cumming the moans come out.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Goes crazyyyy for fingering. He loves watching his fingers moving in and out of your pussy (not more than watching his cock disappear inside you). He especially loves watching your wither and squirm just from something simple as his fingers, then tasting your arousal after he brings you to orgasm.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Toned, of course. But as we head south, his length is average, 6-7 inches, his tip a pretty pink colour. He’s always self conscious about his size and claims that he’s small, but you always reassure him that it’s perfect for you and you tell him how good his cock feels, which always ends up to a quickie or another round.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Average to above average. He’s almost always open to being intimate, but his sex drive varies with stress levels or if emotionally straining things happen in his life.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
If you two had a long night of fucking, more than three rounds, you’ll exchange a couple soft whispers as you cuddle afterwards, just trying to recollect your breath and falling asleep in your arms. But if he’s not too fucked out he’ll lay on his side while you lay beside him on his back, letting his fingers dance over your body and chat quietly until one of you decide to speak up and say it’s time you get some sleep.
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forhappysake · 2 months
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We're Okay
A/N - Guys idk where this came from. I guess I'm just feeling emotional and inspired.
Content - After JJ admits her decade-long love for Spencer, you and your boyfriend have to have a conversation to calm both of your doubts and fears.
Warnings: spencer reid x fem!reader, season 14 spoilers, anxiety, mentions of typical BAU-level crime stuff, fluff at the end
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You walked in the door slowly, cautionary even; afraid the smallest noise would bring reality crashing down on you. The car ride home had been completely silent, as neither of you bothered to turn on the radio. Spencer shuffled in behind you, the click of the lock making you wince as you did your best to avoid his gaze. You stripped off your coat, throwing it over the couch before walking straight into the bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind you. 
As you started the shower and stripped off your clothes, the evening’s events rushed back into your mind. Being involved in a hostage situation with an unstable unsub was one thing. JJ being held at gunpoint was worse. However, as if all that wasn’t enough, JJ admitting her decade-long hidden love for Spencer was the final nail in the coffin. As you climbed into the shower, you did your best to let the water wash away the thoughts running through your head. 
Unfortunately, your attempt was unsuccessful. As you dried off and wrapped yourself in a towel, your mind raced. You’d been dating Spencer for nearly a year and a half. The two of you had just recently moved in together. Having known him and JJ for at least half a decade, you knew they were close, but you never would have guessed this was coming. You couldn’t help but wonder if he felt the same way she did. If so, what did this mean for your relationship?
After stalling in the bathroom for so long that goosebumps dotted your freshly dried body, you mustered up the courage to slip out of the bathroom and into the bedroom that you shared with Spencer. As you walked across the hallway, you could see his silhouette sitting on the living room couch, head bent forward. You couldn’t tell if he was reading or in deep thought, but you decided that either option was better than the alternative: trying to have a conversation. 
You snuck into the bedroom, gently turning on the bedroom light and letting your eyes adjust to the warm glow of your room. You meandered to the closet, pulling out a simple t-shirt and shorts to sleep in. Slipping into your pajamas and stealing a glance at yourself in the vanity mirror, you noticed one of the many images covering the tabletop. 
A framed photograph from less than a year ago of JJ, Will, Spencer, and yourself with the boys on a weekend hiking trip. You felt a pang of guilt in your chest and wondered if Will had any idea what was going on in JJ’s head. You shook the thought away, reminding yourself that you had bigger problems of your own to deal with. You turned back to the bed, sliding under the covers and turning off the light. Despite your distress, you were exhausted and you found yourself losing track of time and drifting off to sleep in mere minutes. 
*  *  *
You awoke to the sound of the bedroom door latching shut. You rolled over, blinking your eyes open in an attempt to sneak a peak at your bedside alarm clock. You’d already been asleep for three hours and Spencer was just now coming to bed. It was well after midnight, and you knew that meant he had been up thinking about something. You figured it would be best not to push the subject after everything that had happened. 
With your eyes shut, you waited to feel the familiar sensation of Spencer climbing into bed. Instead, you felt his weight at the foot of the bed, as if he had perched himself on the end. You tried not to think much of this and did your best to fake sleep. However, it soon became apparent that Spencer was on to you. 
“I know you’re awake,” he said gently. His voice was gruff from the hours he’d spent in silence. Spencer waited before speaking again, “I think we should talk about what happened.” 
There it is, you thought. Your stomach sank as your eyes fluttered open. You rolled over to face him, leaning up on your arms. It was then you noticed that he was still in his suit. His unkempt hair fell over his eyes and you couldn’t help but feel a bit sorry for the disheveled man in front of you. “Alright,” you relented, still refusing to meet his eyes, “what do you want to talk about?”
Spencer rolled his neck, tension evident in his movements. “I want to know how you feel about what was said earlier,” he said. For the first time in hours, you met his eyes, trying to gauge his sincerity. You found no signs of dishonesty, so you fell back on the bed, letting out a dramatic sigh. 
“I don’t know, Spencer,” you groaned. “I definitely was surprised. I definitely wasn’t thrilled.” Spencer nodded, moving some hair away from his eyes as you spoke. “But,” you started again, “it’s not like we can go back and change it now.” 
He reached an arm out, putting a hand over the covers on top of your knee. “I know,” he whispered, “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” 
You scoffed a bit at his sincerity and his innocence, meeting his eyes once more. “And how do you feel about it?” you asked. 
Spencer bit his lip in thought. You could tell you had caught him off guard with the question, and he seemed to be calculating his response. “Can I be honest with you?” he said. 
You raised your eyebrows, the nervous feeling in your stomach intensifying. Is this where he tells you he feels the same way and leaves for good? You pushed your thoughts to the side. “Always,” you whispered.
He sighed, laying back on the bed so he was next to you. You could feel the heat radiating off him, and you wanted nothing more than to curl into his warmth. You knew this wasn’t the time, so you held yourself back and held your breath, awaiting his response. 
“First, I was confused,” Spencer explained, eyes locked on the ceiling. “I haven’t thought about JJ like that in over ten years. Frankly, I never knew she thought of me that way, so I was caught off-guard.” 
So he did have a crush on her at one time, you thought. You were ready to close your eyes in defeat, to slip off the bed and out of the apartment and never come back when he cleared his throat. 
“But then,” he started once more, “I had a quick epiphany of all the moments she’d gone out of her way for me, and I could understand where she was coming from.” You turned to look at him, watching his eyes scan the ceiling as he tried to come up with his next statements. 
“And?” you asked, prompting him to continue. 
“And then,” he continued your previous statement, “I was terribly appalled.” 
Your head, which had turned to the ceiling, snapped back in his direction. You felt your eyebrows raise and your jaw drop open a bit in surprise. “Appalled?” you asked, confusion evident in your expression. 
“Appalled,” Spencer echoed, sitting up on the edge of the bed once more and looking back at you. 
“Why?” you asked. 
Spencer shook his head, looking around the room. “I’ve been thinking about that for the last couple hours, and I’ve come up with a lot of reasons,” he mused. “I know she was in a tight place, but Will deserves better than that. The boys deserve better than that. But aside from them,” he leaned over on the bed, intertwining his fingers with yours, “I couldn’t stop thinking about what you must have thought. I was so afraid of your reaction and of losing you.”
Despite your evident emotional state as tears pooled in your eyes, you tried to play it off. “Spencer, this isn’t about me,” you reminded him. 
“Yes,” he said, lying next to you, “it is.” Spencer ran a hand through his hair, pulling some curls out of his eyes. “Everyone knows how much I love you. I know how scary something like this can be. But you have to know that I have no idea where this came from and that anything JJ and I had died, on my end, long before I ever met you.” 
You glanced over at him, the sincerity in his voice had moved you to believe him. For a moment, you forgot about JJ and Will, the boys, and the implications of her words. You offered his fingers a small squeeze. “So we’re okay?” you asked in a tiny voice. 
“More than,” Spencer whispered. 
He rolled on his side to face you and you mirrored his actions. He wrapped his arms tight around your body, the textured material of his suit jacket pressed against your cheek. A gentle kiss was pressed to your forehead and you found yourself falling back into sleep. After several minutes passed, you felt Spencer’s voice rumble through his chest for a final time before he succumbed to sleep: “Ever since I met you,” he mumbled, smoothing some stray hairs away from your face, “it’s always been you.”
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retroellie · 2 months
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Summary: After a long day of work, Spencer comes home and fucks his stresses away.
A/N: This was written in literally 45 minutes but I had this idea and I couldn't make it into a full fic, my mind could only think of the smut part lmao. Enjoy!!! :)
Warnings: NSFW, slapping, degradation, squirting, unprotected sex, mean!spencer
Word count: 1.9K
Prison changed Spencer Reid, plain and simple. This is not the man you came to love. He was cruel, possessive, completely and utterly damaged. You hoped that prison wouldn't taint Spencer too much, you hoped that he would continue to be sweet little Dr. Spencer Reid. But you knew what prison could do to a person, for you locked people up daily. You knew that the system would take Spencer's old soul and soft heart into its muddy hands, squeezing them until they became one. Although sometimes in the right lighting, in the right moment, you can see a hint of Spencer in his light brown eyes.
You can't say that you hated the change in Spencer, obviously there was much work to be done before Spencer could truly be himself again. However, you could live with this change. He was hungry, feeling as though your body was the only thing that could fill that hunger. It was extremely attractive to you, his sudden hunger for you. Spencer was always using you, using your body or your mouth or your hands... just you. There was always an excuse for him to be inside of you in his mind. A man thought of looking at you? He bent you over the kitchen table. You wore a shirt that showed a bit of your chest? He dragged you into the bathroom and forced you onto your knees. You smiled at him? He would shove his face between your thighs until you couldn't even see straight.
Even on the way back home after he had gotten out of prison, he bent you over the backseat on the side of the road and fucked you roughly. It felt like you were stepping on eggshells every time around him because you never know what can set him off... it was oddly scandalous, almost arousing as the thought of how he'd fuck you next was always on your mind. A big plus was that spencer dug himself into your brain, pulling out your deepest and darkest kinks, and using them to give you earth-shattering, mind-blowing, life-changing orgasms. Now you don't think you two could ever go back to just plain sex. He had ruined you, ruined your body so much that only the thought of being hurt could get you off now.
"Fucking bitch..." Spencer spat out, his hand spreading your legs further open as his cock drilled into your soaked cunt. "That bitch looked at me like I was fucking stupid..."
His words came out breathy and jagged as he fucked into you at an animalistic pace. Spencer came home today upset, his tie being ripped off and thrown down as soon as he got into the door. You knew something was up by this action, but also the look on his face. He seemed to have a frown sewn onto his face, something that he wore most days. You asked what was wrong but you were met with him ripping off your clothes, hinting that he didn't want to talk but to fuck his frustrations into you. Now here you were, panties ripped off, legs wide open, Spencer deep inside you with his hand placed on your neck.
You couldn't tell how many times you came just in this position alone, you couldn't keep count. His hand gripped your through, affecting the way your brain functioned. You felt with every thrust of Spencer's hips you would lose brain cells... creating the dumb cock whore that Spencer ached to achieve. Spencer's hand applied more pressure to your throat as he thought of what happened at work, how while section chief Erin Strauss critiqued his work, people were being murdered.
"As if my 187 IQ wasn't enough for her." He started, his hand on your thigh being slammed down past your face and into the wooden table he was drilling you into. " I mean, I've been at this place for over 10 years... I know what I'm fucking doing"
You came again, not able to keep yourself from unraveling now. His hand on your throat was constricting your moans, completely silencing them as the only thing that could come out of your mouth was soft gurgles. You loved this feeling, knowing that at any moment if you didn't like it you could alert Spencer and he'd stop immediately. I guess you could say that Spencer's care for you never disappeared after prison, he would go on to say that it strengthened his love for you. He had this picture of you that you had sent him in one of your many letters, he kept it with him everywhere he went for it was the only thing that kept him sane.
One time a fellow inmate saw it, snatched it from him, and digested every single inch of you. He went on to explain the disgusting things he would do to you if he got the chance, that is exactly why Spencer came home to fuck you nice and good every night. Because if he wasn't the one to do it, he knew that other people would take you for granted, they would spend only minutes with you... ignoring what you needed and taking what they wanted. You would feel incomplete, unsatisfied, and completely in denial that love existed. You would assume love was only made for books and movies, that no one could show you the love you deserved. This is the love you deserve. You deserve a love that could have you coming undone over and over again, a harsh and mean kind of love but that always ended with soft kisses and a nice hot bath. A love that was sour at first but ended sweet, making sure that the words "i love you" were carved onto your skin.
"You wouldn't do that would you?" He whispered into your ear, his grip on your throat as he waited for your response. " You don't think I'm stupid ...hmm?"
His cock was too deep inside you, it was deep enough to have you going cross-eyed and unable to speak. Your moans became audible now, no longer being stuck in your throat due to his pressure being released. His pace was still inhumanly fast, not stopping even for a second. The table had started to shit forward, being scrapped across the floor and probably worrying the downstairs neighbors. You were on the verge of cumming again, your mind not even able to comprehend his question until you felt a harsh sting on your cheek. Spencer had slapped you across the face, growing impatient while waiting for your answer.
"Answer me...." He hissed out, leaning down and taking his lips to yours. He bit down on your lip, creating a pain that shot through your body. "Or I'm going to make you cum over and over and over again until you can't think of anything else besides my cock deep inside your tight little pussy..."
You could taste blood now, your lip bleeding and seeping into your mouth. His words created this deep, rough knot in your stomach. It wasn't like the rest of the orgasms you had tonight, no it was more intense. It hurt, painful with every thrust of his cock. It created a deep pain and pleasure dynamic in your body but felt like something was trying to claw itself out of your body.
"Fuck..." You screamed out, grabbing onto him and digging your fingernails into his back. "No I wouldn't! Fuck... I wouldn't! I won't!"
You finally replied, hoping with those words he would deepen his thrust if that was even possible. Spencer just grinned down at you, placing his head in between your shoulder blade and your neck. He set soft kisses to the skin, his warm lips against your burning skin. Spencer was close, your words pushing him further to the edge. The feeling inside your stomach didn't stop or dull, it only got worse. You were screaming now, Spencer's hand lingering on your neck but sitting gently on your skin. Spencer picked up his speed, the table scraping against the floor even harder.
You couldn't handle it, everything around you becoming so far away yet being so close. The feeling got to a point of feeling terrifyingly painful but also so potent of pleasure and so bewitching that you didn't want it to end now. A couple more of Spencer's deep and harsh thrusts sent you over the edge, the painful knot in your stomach snapping and shooting liquid out of your body. It was the first time you had ever squirted, the feeling so glorious that you wished it would happen every time. Your vision went out, only seeing light and hearing Spencer's soft moans as he finished inside of you. The world felt like it ended, nothing to be seen or to be experienced... just emptiness but complete fullness all at the same time.
"Good girl..." You heard Spencer's words echo through your now-empty mind. You couldn't tell if your eyes were closed or not. "You did so good for me honey... I'm so proud of you."
Those single words were all you needed to hear as you floated back to earth and into your body, you blinked a couple times... forgetting where and who you were for a split second. You came back to see Spencer brushing your hair back from your sweaty face, his face inches from yours as his face filled with concern that maybe he had broken you finally.
"There she is..." He chuckled softly, kissing your lips softly. " There's my girl..."
You gave him a weak smile, raise your hand to rest on his cheek. You rubbed it softly, feeling the growing stubble on his face. He was just as sweaty as you, his body hot to the touch. You two probably looked insane, one of you barely able to walk looking beat the hell up and the other one scratched up and drenched with liquids. Spencer gently slid himself out of you, watching you wince softly as it felt like he was connected to you at this point.
"Sorry..." He whispered, taking your hand in his as he rubbed your thigh gently "I was too rough huh?"
Rough was not even close to what Spencer was. He was brutal, sadistic, barbaric but you couldn't deny that you would choose it over compassion any day. You began to think that maybe prison was the best thing that could've happened to Spencer Reid, not only was he a genius but he now had a powerful glow to him. Shy kisses and longing gazes were a thing of the past for you two, Spencer knew what he wanted and he was going to get it.
"You were just rough enough..." I chuckled, feeling nothing but content and at peace in this moment.
Spencer laughed with you, pecking your lips one last time before pulling away from you. He looked around, his eyes landing on the couch. He smiled, walking over and leaving you but only for a second. He came back with a blanket, wrapping it around you then picking you up bridal style. You thanked him silently because you knew there was no way you were getting off the table without some kind of help.
"To the bath you go..." He joked, holding you close to him as he walked you to your shared bathroom. 
You looked into his eyes and at the right lighting, the right moment, you looked into his light brown eyes... realizing that this is Spencer Reid. This is Spencer Reid damaged, polluted, and bruised... but it was still the man you fell in love with all those years ago.
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