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ddejavvu Β· 8 months
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buying spencer underwear with fun patterns on them like cats or rainbows or lightning bolts and he's just 😦😬 while ur just πŸ’“πŸ’žπŸ’•πŸ’–πŸ’—
Spencer's standing groggily in his tighty whiteys when you reveal your early-morning shopping spree to him. You'd stopped for a drink at Starbucks, and enjoyed it while browsing through the nearest department store. They'd had a sale on boxers, and you'd taken full advantage, six pairs clutched in your hands while you grin devilishlt at Spencer.
"You bought me underwear?" He asks, seemingly mortified despite his sleepy state. You'd gone for an early morning dentist appointment before shopping, but you'd let Spencer enjoy a lazier morning. You'd practically tackled him where he'd been sleeping beneath the covers to show him your haul, and you're glad you didn't take him with you and ruin your chances of buying the boxers.
"You can keep these in your go-bag, just in case," You separate one of the packages from the other two, one pair of boxers dotted with rubber ducks on blue fabric, the other leopard print, "Then these can stay at my apartment," You toss another package onto the bed, donut-patterned and crab-adorned.
"But these," You hold up the last package, a 2-pair of boxers that are stamped with kiss marks in varying shades of pink, "These we're keeping here."
"I can't wear those," Spencer gushes bashfully, "I- thank you, angel, but I- those aren't- those are embarrassing."
Your face dims and you narrow your eyes at him ever-so-slightly, "Spencer Reid, I'm going to see you in kiss-print underwear if it's the last thing I do. You can either wear these," You hold up the package in your hand, "Or I can put on some lipstick and decorate those myself." You point at his white briefs, and he tenses in his spot.
His mind, body, and soul are screaming at him to pick the second option, but the persistent embarrassment he's felt since you unleashed your secret store of patterned underpants upon him wins out over them all.
"I'll wash them first," He mumbles, stepping forwards to take the package out of your hands and rush to the laundry room before you can see how pink his cheeks are.
But it's too late, and you snicker as he tries rushing out. You move quickly and land a light smack to his ass, and he yelps at it like you've struck him with a belt.
"Too bad! I wanted to kiss your cute butt, Spence."
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kiwi-chloe Β· 3 years
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Went to the Show last night! πŸ˜„
I absolutely love going on rides, although the older I get the worse I am at handling the high ones πŸ™ˆ
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