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[geniusgub]

LOL i have kind of a cringey request cause this just happdned to me

Something where penelope is hyping y/n up and saying shes “serving cunt” but spencer gets very offended someone is calling his girlfriend an offensive word!! and he defends her but its cute

Penelope's voice is extra gushy today as she squeals, "Ooh, you're serving cunt in that, gorgeous!"

Your back is turned to Spencer as you show off your new outfit, so you don't catch the telltale wrinkle of his brow, or the indignation that flashes through his eyes. It's only when you hear his voice, endearingly clueless and aghast, that you realize he's a little confused.

"Don't say that," He admonishes Penelope, who looks slightly bewildered at him. Sure, she knows Reid isn't the fondest of foul language, but he merely abstains from using it himself, he doesn't typically make it anyone else's problem. Before she can put the pieces together herself, he does it for her, "That's- why would you say that? She looks great." He wraps an arm around your stomach, tugging you back against him from behind. His touch is gentle, reassuring, and completely misguided.

"No, Spence," You turn, your hand flying to his cheek to cup it like it's magnetized to your hand, "It's a good thing. Serving cunt means you look really good."

That does nothing to soothe the worried wrinkles between Spencer's brows; in fact, they might only be deepening.

"I'd never insult her!" Penelope insists, and you know Spencer doesn't have a hard time believing her, even if he is still perplexed.

"It's a good thing." You repeat, smiling encouragingly while soaking up the warmth from his cheek that rests against your palm, "Really, Spence, I promise. We need to update you on modern lingo."

"I don't like modern lingo," He releases his concern with a brief sigh, but the frown on his face is still as scrunched as ever as he lets go of his hold on you, "Last time I heard modern lingo, you told me I had a slutty waist."

[geniusgub]

i have this vision for Spencer smut where he makes reader squirt for the first time and reader is absolutely flabbergasted because she didn’t know she could do that and Spencer is also flabbergasted because he didn’t know she could do that 💀

you see the vision?? idk but if you end up doing this i love you

i see the vision pookie i gotchu 😌 enjoy !! *mdni!!*

spencer kisses the inside of your thigh when you come the first time, lips wet with your slick, dragging over the inside of your leg while you whimper

the second time you come he rests his forehead on your stomach, nipping gently over your hips, his free hand holding your body down as it arches off of the bed, your fingers tugging on his hair

he swallows your moans the third time, kissing you softly when your thighs tremble either side of his hips, "so good for me," he pauses to mumble against your kiss swollen lips

it's been hours, you're sure of it, hours of him gently kissing every inch of your skin while he entices whimpers and whines from you with his fingers

"spence," you pant, voice barely above a whisper. he hovers over you, taking in the way your eyelashes are wet from tears that have slipped down your cheeks. he hums before dipping to kiss your cheeks

slowly he slips his fingers from your body, which causes you to whimper so he shushes you quietly, moving to drag his knuckles up and down your folds, missing your sensitive clit every time

your fingers dig into his forearm, nails biting into his skin though he doesn't even flinch over it, "one more, sweetheart," he whispers against your jaw, his stubble starting burn gently over your soft skin

"i don't think i can," you gasp, your voice getting higher when he starts to rub soft, light circles over your clit. your hand shoots down his arm, your fingers wrapping around his wrist, "i can't,"

spencer hums, "you can angel, one more, i promise," he drags his teeth over your collarbone, smiling when you tip your head back, just like he wanted you to, "yeah?" he asks while nipping at your neck

he pauses his movements, waiting for you to reply. his eyes flicker over your face, a moment of seriousness passing between you as he tells you if you need to tap out, you can, without saying a single word

the moment ends when you reply, a soft, "yeah," tumbling from your lips while you tug on his wrist, moving his fingers back to your puffy pussy

you're still soaked, drips of slick coating your cunt, the inside of your thighs and your boyfriend's hand. he teases his fingers at your entrance, barely pressing them into you before pulling away

"please," you whine, looking up at him, your knees bumping against his ribs in a desperate effort to get him to do something, anything, "spencer,"

"i know, i know," he says softly, his eyes trailing down your body and between your legs as he pushes his fingers into you, the stretch somehow still burning slightly, "breathe," he says, pausing again when you clench around him

he breathes deeply, knowing you'll mimic his actions, like you always do before raising an eyebrow at you, a silent question, "i'm okay," you reassure, "move, please,"

spencer dips one last time, kissing you hard as he starts to move. your cunt makes a wet, sticky sound as he slides his fingers in, curling immediately to press against a spot that has your hips rolling

"oh god," you cry out, your voice sounding a little raw. the ball of heat in your stomach hasn't left from your last orgasm, you're sure spencer would just have to look at you right and you could come

he starts to speed up, moaning softly to himself when your pussy starts to squelch, strings of your slick connecting his fingers together, "so pretty,"

his teeth sink into his bottom lip, eyebrows furrowing as he pushes deep into you, the tips of his fingers hitting exactly where you need him, "th- fuck, there, stay there,” you babble, brain turning to mush

spencer doubles down, curling and dragging his fingers with earnest, revelling in the way his motions pull a string of pretty sounds from you, a mix of moans, whines and whimpers because words are failing you

the burn in your stomach grows but it feels different, a pressure inside of you that you've never felt before though it feels far too good for you to care

"doing so good," spencer leans over you, his free hand tickling over your hips, thumb rubbing deep circles into you skin. you clench around him, a silent sob trapping in your throat, "so good,"

tears stream down your cheeks, soaking the pillow underneath your head as fire spreads through your body, leaving your nerves tingling. spencer pulls his fingers from you but before you can make a sound he's sliding them straight back in at a slightly different angle

"please," is all you can manage as the air gets punched from your lungs when he returns to that spot, pressing and rubbing hard over it, knowing how close you are to your orgasm

your boyfriend watches your stomach tensing, your tits rising and falling with your chest and he feels your knees trembling at his sides, your cunt closing in around his fingers

"uh huh, come on pretty girl," he starts, fully aware at what his words do to you, "so close for me," he pauses when you interrupt with a high pitched whine, "i know," he finishes, moving his hand to brush his fingers over your clit

the harshness against your sensitive clit sends you over the edge, your back arches away from the mattress, somehow pushing spencers fingers into you even further and you're done for

your cunt floods, wetness gushing from you and soaking everything around you. the stream doesn't let up, a puddle forming underneath your ass, "don't stop," you sob

spencer moans, loudly, gritting his teeth as he continues his attack on your cunt, his eyes trained as he quickens his pace, a man starved and it pays off when your breathe in deep, holding it between puffed out cheeks as your entire body stiffens

his thumb flicks against your clit and you're sure you black out, thighs practically vibrating from the intensity as you soak the sheets further for a second time

"oh my god, angel," you barely hear spencer over the pounding in your ears. his fingers slip from your body again and he moves, allowing your thighs to press together, "i didn't know you could do that,"

"neither did i," you pant, struggling to breathe as he hovers over you, wet fingers stroking underneath your tit. minutes pass before you're bought back down to earth and only then do you see the mess you've created, “oh god,”

spencer chuckles lightly at your reaction though his eyes are wide and his jaw hangs open slightly as he also takes in the mess

your boyfriend is soaked, his hand and arm have droplets running down his skin, the thighs of his pyjama bottoms and a portion of his shirt darker than the rest. the puddle underneath you soaks into the sheets, leaving them stuck to your already damp skin

"no more," you slur slowly, looking at spencer with wet eyes. he smiles at you, using his dry hand to stroke through your hair

"no more," he repeats, "not now, anyway"

thanks for reading! remember to like! reblog! and comment! i’ll give you a kiss if you do, mwah ily !! send prompts to my ask box!

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a/n as always, proofread badly so feel free to lemme know if there’s any mistakes :) x

[geniusgub]

hi jade! :-) have you written any tasm!peter x pregnant!reader blurbs? (if not, you should write one where he finds out reader is pregnant and is very anxious about it pls pls plssss <3)

hi upon reflection i can't tell if you wanted reader to be anxious or peter so sry if I chose wrong ha!! ty for requesting!! —tasm!peter comforts freshly pregnant!reader when she worries <3 1.6k

You missed your period two weeks ago, and you'd been excited, you and Peter both had, but your pregnancy test gave a negative. It might've been slightly too early at the time to take one, reflecting back. Or maybe you should've taken a more accurate test.

Because it's been two weeks since then, and the pregnancy test in your hand is positive. You got one of the fancy ones after a strange feeling while standing in the pharmacy, staring at different boxes. It's a digital test that cost too much money, and it says loud and proud: Pregnant 3+. 

You're more than three weeks pregnant. If you think about it, you're likely four weeks along, just a week before the heartbeat could begin. 

And of course, you really want to be pregnant, you and Peter are newlywed but long in love, you'd been trying for this and that negative test upset you at the time, but this is a different kind of upset. You're suddenly and deeply worried. Your heart rate starts to climb. 

"Hey?" Peter calls, a room away but hearing so brilliant he may as well have his ear to your chest. He doesn't usually listen to you and especially when you're in the bathroom, but his spidey sense alerts him to stuff like this, panic out of the ordinary, potential danger. "What's wrong?" 

"I think you'll have to come in here," you say gently. 

"Yeah, I'm coming." 

Bedsprings creak. There's a low step up into the ensuite, and you'd left the door open. Within seconds he's standing in the doorway, frowning at you where you're perched on the lip of the bath. 

He sees the pregnancy test, sees your pinched brows, and assumes the wrong thing. "Hey, sweetheart. It's alright. You don't mind trying again, do you?" he asks, teasing lightly. "Sometimes it takes time, you know? You've been trying all those things to make it stick. I read that stressing out can actually prevent–" 

"No, Pete," you say, turning the stick to show him. You smile despite your nerves. 

He takes the test. His hands start to shake, his excitement like a shot of adrenaline, but he looks between the test and your fear and he tries to hide it from you. "You're not happy?" he asks. 

Peter doesn't put down the test. With his empty hand, he takes your face into a warm palm. 

"I– I–" You have the jitters, and your stomach hurts, and everything that was scary about pregnancy didn't seem to matter when you were trying because it was gonna be your baby, his baby. "I don't know what's wrong, I thought I knew how I felt, it's not that I don't want this." 

"Woah…" His hand smooths down to your shoulder. "Can I give you a hug?"

You hurt your arm trying to pull him in, yanking it up weird with the swiftness of it as you grab his back. Peter hugs your head to his abdomen with less force. 

"It's okay," he says, leaning down to kiss your temple. 

"Sorry–" 

"No, don't be! You don't have to feel one way about it, just don't panic. I got you." 

"Not panicking, I just– I'm pregnant." 

"You are," he says, giving you another kiss. He can't seem to hold any of it back then, his grip on you tightening, his kiss turning to a handful. "I love you. I love you so much. I promise whatever it is that's freaking you out is something we can take care of." 

"I want it," you promise. 

"I'm glad," he says, turning your head up, kissing you on the lips. You catch a glance of his glassy eyes. "I'm so happy." 

If Peter thought you weren't pleased about all this you know he'd pull it back, but he's happy enough to calm the anxiety. At least, enough to calm your racing heart. Dread stays at the pit of your stomach next to joy. It's much louder. 

"I think I'm really scared about everything changing," you say, voice like you're being squeezed. 

"Sweetheart." Peter pets your shoulders. "Me and you need to go lie down, I think."

"Where's the test?" you ask. You want to look again, to be sure. 

He takes it from his pocket and passes it back. You have no idea when he put it away. You stare at the tiny digital screen, 3+. 

Peter basically carries you to the bed with his impressive and annoying strength like you don't weigh a thing. He fluffs the pillows, pulls back the sheets, and tucks them over your curled up body with infinite care. "You want something to drink?" 

"I don't want to cry," you say instead of answering, feeling the hot sting of tears as it builds behind your eyes. "I want to be happier, I promise, I am happy." 

Peter sits down next to you. He puts his head next to yours on the pillow, so when he talks, the exhale of his words kisses your face, "You know, I'm like, going crazy right now. I'm so fucking happy I don't think I could explain it to you, I want to be the dad to your baby, I want to live here with you forever and have kids and dogs and sit on the big porch with you at the end of the day while they run around in the grass, but–" He laughs bashfully, his eyes slipping closed as his nose tip touches yours. "But I want what you want, you know? If you're not ready for a baby like you thought, that's not a crime. We can wait. I can wait as long as you need me to." 

"No… Peter, I do, I'm just– I'm pregnant." You said that already, but you failed to explain. You try again. "I'm worried about being pregnant, I– I already feel sick. That's why I went to get the test, and I'm scared of how hard this is going to be. I still want this, though. I swear, I want it." 

"You don't have to worry," he says, though he opens his eyes, and leans back. "I know it's going to be really hard and that there's gonna be moments where you feel like shit and want it to be over, but I'm gonna be with you that entire time. I'll do literally anything you need or want me to do. I'll stand on my head," —you start to cry, rare and fat tears— "I'll make this as easy as possible on you. If worrying about how hard it is is what's stopping you from being excited, then you can put all that weight on me. Trust me to worry about it for you." 

He wipes your cheeks with his hand, index finger ghosting the delicate skin under your eye. 

"You promise you're gonna look after me?" you ask, already knowing the answer. 

"I swear on my life." He doesn't seem offended that you need reassurance, hugging you, his hand sliding up and down your side and nudging your shirt with each stroke. 

"Okay," you say, taking a deep breath. "Okay." 

The excitement comes slowly at first like a puncture, but it weasels out, and you rub your eyes with a wet sounding laugh. 

"Happy?" he asks. 

You laugh louder. "Really happy, Pete." 

He laughs with you and hugs you flush to his front, your stomachs touching, your hearts separated by fat, muscle, and little else. He hugs you so hard you swear you can feel his heartbeat. 

"Whoo!" he shouts, your loser. Ecstatic. "Shit, baby, you're gonna have a baby!"

"We," you amend. 

"Yes, we!" he agrees, pulling away, taking your face into his hand as he had but with half the concern and twice the excitement. "This is awesome. Let me give you the world's biggest kiss and then we'll go celebrate, okay? We'll have a really great dinner and I'm gonna treat you to whatever you want, alright? Some pyjamas from Uniqlo." He beams as he adds, "We need to go to the pharmacy. You need prenatal vitamins." 

"Forget vitamins. We're gonna have to stop eating take out every Friday," you say. 

"Do we really need to?" he asks, playfully whining. 

"Maybe. I'm definitely gonna need to eat more salad. And the vitamins might be a good idea, actually." 

Peter smiles. He kisses you rather gently considering what he promised, not the world's biggest but maybe the world's most loving. He pulls away, kisses you again like he can't help it. He does that twice, before crawling backward off of the bed to find you both clothes to wear. 

"Come on, my pregnant sweetheart. You're finally eating for two, maybe you'll actually be able to keep up with me now." 

You giggle and wipe the last of your worried tears away. "Sure, if I were having octuplets." 

"We'll find out," he says, tossing a pair of pants at your feet. "Come on! Or… take your time. I guess I have to get used to you being slow." 

"I'm not that pregnant."  

Peter leaps across the sheets to give you another kiss. You shriek with laughter, kissed until your cheeks are aflame and you're a thousand times more happy than you are anxious. 

[geniusgub]

babylove | spencer reid

summary: after a grueling case, spencer comes home and takes care of reader, reminding her that he’s not going anywhere.

tw: 18+ implied sex, and subspace (let me know if i missed anything!)

word count: 215

a/n: first fic!! omg!! aftercare!spencer is not written about enough + aftercare!post-prison!spencer,,, gif is not my own!

my masterlist!

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“Spencer,” she said, dazed as he ran a damp washrag up her thighs. 

“Hi, Baby love.”

He kissed her hips, her ribs, and then right under her breast. 

“Spence,” she repeated, restless. 

“I’m right here. I’m yours.”

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[geniusgub]

oh my good god the amount of porn bots that have followed me in this last week is excessive

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https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRfn6Cor/

I am demanding (/hj) a blurb about reader walking into the living room to greet Spencer when he comes home from work and Spence is just sitting their talking to his fish about how the case went

i freaking love that all the comments on this are people agreeing he talks to his fish about his day. also i said before somewhere that Spencer's pet fish is a Pacific Blue Tang (Dory from Finding Nemo) and i'm standing by that

You had only been inside the apartment for a second before you hear Spencer's voice, but he's not calling out to you to come find him in the living room. Instead, you find as you walk into the room, he's talking to the pet fish.

He's sitting on the ottoman in front of the couch where he can rest his head on his palm and use the other hand to lightly trace the bowl.

"It really was just a boring paperwork day." He starts, omitting to tell both fish about the not boring morning you had together. "I got through three consults and finished all my files but Hotch let us all go early anyway because I'm pretty sure he has a date to get to."

You listen intently, somehow managing to sit on the arm of the couch furthest away from him without drawing attention to yourself. He speaks to the fish so gently, like they're little kids.

"Rossi made too much pasta last night so that's what I had for lunch. You'd think he's figured out how much rigatoni to boil to serve one but I think he does it to make sure I've eaten." He tells them and you make a mental note to thank him for feeding your 'I'll-just-drink-coffee' boyfriend. "But I'm not complaining because he makes really good pasta." He laughs slightly but it's carefree and not as common as you wish it was. "Oh and JJ brought in donuts this morning since she got Henry's pre-k classroom party mixed up. You know, he's really growing up so fast." He continues a little tearfully. The story is all over the place, but you love it when he tells stories like that. "She had my favorite so that was a delicious sugary start to the day. Then Morgan ate Prentiss' favorite donut and I thought she was going to kill him." He narrates. "Sometimes I think about the fact you two probably want to kill each other." He suggests. They probably do, and it's his fault for naming them after Elisha Gray and Alexander Graham Bell and making them share a fish bowl, basically inciting drama decades after the race to the patent office. "Are fish cannibals?"

Finally, a question he doesn't know, but you do. "No, they're not." You say, making your appearance known. He looks shocked you're there, head whipping around to look at you and a blush forming on his cheeks and along his neck. "Plus, they would have eaten each other by now if they were."

"You don't think it's weird you get home and I'm talking to our fish?" He asks as you move across the living room to sit on his lap and look at the fish. His hands move to rest against your back, and he kisses your cheek softly.

"I stopped finding you weird a long time ago." You joke, earning a giggle from him. "Did Em really nearly kill him?"

"Mhm." He answers. "He had to lock himself in his office."

You turn away from the fish, in favor of looking at your beautiful boyfriend and running your hands through his growing locks. "It's probably not a smart move to kill an FBI agent in the FBI building."

He agrees with a nod and a, "No, it is not."

[geniusgub]

jumped the gun

lime, fluff

spencer x fem!reader

summary: sleepy nights where all they want are sweet innocent kisses, turns into something a teeny bit bitter & unwanted.

warnings: kissing, premature orgasm, embarrassment, that’s all :3

enjoy ♡

you were beyond joyed! Spencers apartment was your little happy place, especially since he resides in it. as of right now, you were cuddled between two separate blankets on his love-seat, located in his home office, simply watching him work. “aren’t you bored?” he called out, without his eyes on you, he knew you were staring. how could you possibly be bored? observing his little puppy dog eyes as he read quicker than a rabbit. “nope!” popping the ‘p’ and sitting up in your position on the love-seat, making him look at you. “you should got to bed, sweetheart. it’s almost 1 in the morning.” he said a little sternly. “i’m not tired!” you retorted, ending your sentence with a yawn. “alright then, sleepyhead.” laughing at your antics. 

in the next half an hour you could feel yourself drifting off, warm and cozy in the presence of your boyfriend. as you were on the brink of snooze, you are attacked with wet kisses all over your face: cheeks, nose, forehead, eyebrows. “Spencer!” you shouted, in a none threatening tone. “Y/n!” he copied your tone. “i was almost asleep.” you say as you cross your arms. “well, someone told me they were not tired, and that someone, was you!” he teases. you reply with a groan and hiding your face in your hands. “i’m sorry for waking you up.” he pouts. “it’s okay, i guess.” you cross your arms and puff your bottom lip out. “you can pout all you want! i’ll just be over here, twiddling my thumbs.” he huffs as he plumps himself in the spot beside you.

you’re still pouting, and hes still acting like a saint, what a fool! kissing him presented as a pleasant idea in that brilliant mind of yours. particularly on your hands and knees, crawling onto his lap, was an even better idea. “hi.” he looks down into your sleepy doey eyes. “hiya, Spencer!” you leer.

 “you still mad at me?” 

“i don’t think so.” snickering comes out your mouth.

“is that right?”

“yep!” 

with one more little peep of a laugh, he places the teeniest kiss on your rosey nose, after the cat-nap you took you had rosey red everything! you returned the favour and gave him a kiss back on his lips, very quick. your faces were smushed together a moment later, kissing sweetly. Spencer’s hands were on your cheeks, yours the same. you scooted closer so you could deepen the kiss, a little groan loomed out his mouth, a whimper out of yours. the small opportunity to open his mouth to give more sloppy motions, his tongue arising and pasting against your own. another whimper is heard from you as you feel a familiar feeling irrupt in your lower abdomen. am i about to orgasm? you thought, panicking a little. Spencer closed his mouth again and that was the end of the line, you pulled away from him, an uncontrollable yelp disgorging from your diaphragm as you felt a sublime sensation, your feet wiggled behind him as you were taken over by the gods. falling from the high, reality hit you; you just came from a little kiss. you were beyond embarrassed.

“uh, i-i’m sorry.” you whimpered, not able to look Spencer in the eyes. you quickly got off his lap and onto the floor. “sorry? why are you sorry?” Spencer, confused as chameleon in a candy store. “i didn’t mean to.” your eyes were puffy and tears were threatening to spill from the ducts. you didn’t want Spencer to look at you, way too overwhelmed by what came over you. you got up and made a b-line for the bedroom, to hide in the corner.

“Y/n?” he entered the bedroom and frowned as he saw your reaction to what had just occurred. he kneeled down and held your shoulder. “sweetheart, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” you continued to sniffle. “Spencer i just came in my pants without you even laying a finger on me!” you still couldn’t make eye contact. “believe it or not, it’s somewhat normal!” he lifted your chin. “10% of women are able to reach a proper orgasm by kissing! what makes that even stronger is if the person who does is in love with the other who caused it.” you lifted your sweet glossy eyes, finally looking him dead straight. “you don’t have to be ashamed in front of me sweetheart, plus it was cute.” smiling down at your now calm face. “no more crying young lady! let’s get to bed.”

“i love you Spence.”

“i love you most!”

[geniusgub]

Ok hear me out…

Cute little blurb where Spencer and his pregnant wife bicker about baby names? 🥹 Like she’s thinking kinda ordinary ones but he comes up with all the unique and special ones instead, idk if this makes sense lol

aw like that tiktok trend where it's the moms saying why the dads rejected certain names. also, btw, if you're name is one mentioned in this, i'm sorry, just going off some criticisms for the plot

"Okay, here's one." Spencer starts, flipping through the book of baby names he'd brought.

He insisted you wait to do this together and banned you from looking online- like a normal person would- until he found a book of names.

So there you are, sitting up against the headboard, under the covers as you sift through hundreds of names to find the perfect one for your perfect baby.

"Yeah?" You ask, fingers pausing on the trackpad of your laptop as you turn to look at him.

"Wren, it means small bird." He says, eagerly waiting for your reaction.

You giggle a little at him while you shake your head. "Wren Reid? Give the kid a chance."

"Oh." He realizes, looking like the news is hitting him all over again as his eyes gloss over with tears, happy tears. "They're going to be a Reid."

Seeing him tearful at the most seemingly insignificant moments only makes you so much surer that there's no one you'd rather do this with than him.

"Yeah, they are, so they need a name that's not so...rhyme-y." You direct him back to the book as you look back at your laptop. "Something noble like Spencer."

"Spencer came from the name for people who used to dispense goods to affluent households in Middle English." He recites to you, clearly having looked it up before.

You nod, continuing your search before hitting a name that you think could work. "Agnes."

He can't shake his head fast enough. "That's my great-grandmother's name, no way."

"Eleanor." You try.

"If it's in a Beatles song, it's too old." He rules.

"Damn, I guess that takes Rigby and Pepper off the table then, too." You joke, earning a fond eye roll and chuckle from him. "And you know Hotch would say the Beatles are timeless."

Spencer laughs at that. "Yeah, the guy who named his kid after an infamous serial killer." There's silent contemplation for a moment before Spencer's next idea comes. "River." He suggests.

"We're not celebrities, we can't name our kids' random nouns." You remind him.

"Kids? Plural?" He asks curiously.

Three had been the agreed number, but he knew how hard the past three months had been on you, and he wasn't going to hold you to any idyllic promise made before you were pregnant, or parents.

"Sure, as long as this one, or naming this one, isn't too unbearable." You answer with a shrug.

"You won't be unbearable." He says, although it's not to you, you realize when his hand touches your lower stomach. "Baby...Pascal." He tries out.

"The chameleon from Tangled?" You ask, a little shocked he was coming up with such unconventional names.

He frowns back at you, not getting the pop-culture reference. "Uh, maybe? It's cute, though."

"Yeah, for a chameleon." You agree. "How about Darcy? You love Jane Austen."

"Maybe." Finally, some sense of agreement. "Jane's nice too or Attie, like Atticus but for a girl."

You frown a little at him. "I really didn't think you'd be the one with the quirky suggestions."

"Neither." He agrees. "Are we going to struggle to come to a decision on this?"

There's a little bit of concern on his face which you're quick to wipe off. "No, we'll figure it out. Just nothing too old or too weird."

"Okay, I have the perfect one." He declares a few minutes later, closing the book and putting it on the side table as a sign of his devotion to the name. "Matilda."

You wait a minute to draw out suspense. "Yes, absolutely."

[geniusgub]

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐝 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 (𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈)

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: after a catastophic breakup that leaves you without anywhere to go, Spencer takes you in as his roommate. As time goes on however, Spencer finds out just how neglected your needs were by your ex and tension quickly builds between the two of you.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Smut 18+ minors DNI, what do you expect from me? It's oral okay, kissing, crying/shock of the break up, Reader gets kicked out of her ex's place but Spence comes to the rescue, break up details (with Reader's ex, not Spence), some mild descriptions of a toxic ex (a small mention of slut shaming and insults but nothing physical from her ex), protective Spencer, soft dom!Spencer, I think that's everything.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: Approx 3.1k

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Hey! Here's a (very unedited) smut piece I've had waiting in my list of ideas for a while. I hope you enjoy, let me know what you think and if you'd like to see more of this type of thing. Please excuse any mistakes, I lightly edited this but I don't currently have the brain power to do more than that today 😅 Feel free to drop in any requests for Spencer, I've written up my backlog of Spencer ideas and I'm happy to take some requests for our pretty boy if you have any!

“Spence?” Your voice wobbled, lip trembling as you gripped your phone against your ear, holding it too tightly, fingers clammy and shaky as you drew in a shallow breath. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He answered, realising immediately that something wasn’t right. “I,” You paused, trying your best not to burst into tears. “He,” You gulped, where were you even supposed to begin? You let out a heavy breath and your throat tightened, heart lodging itself up high and tears stinging your eyes. Your other hand gripped the handle of your suitcase. It was packed so tightly that it bulged and the zip looked like it would burst if you jostled it around a bit too much. “Take a deep breath in slowly.” Spencer’s voice was soft and comforting as he listened to you stammer and struggle to string together a sentence. “Where are you?” He asked. “Subway.” You managed. “Near work.” Your voice trailed off, tears coming through and it was unstoppable.

There was a beat of silence and then you heard Spencer shuffling around. “I’m on my way, stay on the street okay? I’ll come and get you.” You heard a soft rustling and then the frantic jingle of keys being pushed into the lock and turned and you realised he’d taken his coat and was already on his way out to you.

You weren’t sure how long it had been since Spencer said he was on his way, but you were freezing, standing in your long coat and a scarf on the side of the pavement, back almost pressed against the wall. Perhaps it hadn’t been long, it felt simultaneously like it had only been a few minutes and going on an hour when Spencer arrived, running up the steps of the subway station and onto the street level. He spotted you immediately and when he saw your face, the pain, fear and shock on your features, he didn’t think twice when he walked towards you and pulled you into a warming embrace. You didn’t need to see him to know it was Spencer. The texture of his wool coat and his warm, woody  and clean smelling cologne was enough to tell you it was him. You melted into his embrace, feeling yourself finally relax. Your shoulders softened, headache eased as you rested against him, fingers gripping onto him tightly, fingertips sinking into the wool of his coat, tears rolling down your cheeks uncontrollably as he held you, gently rubbing your back as he rocked you from side to side. “I’m here.” He soothed you.

“Spence he-.” A Sob interrupted you, voice muffled against his shoulder. “Shh, tell me later once I get you home. Let’s get a taxi.” “Don’t take me back there.” You cried against him. “I mean my home, sweetheart.” Spencer replied softly, hugging you tighter. “I won’t take you back to him.” You were compliant after his reassurance and you allowed Spencer to call for a cab. He kept you close while you waited, taking his purple scarf off and wrapping it around you on top of your own scarf. Spencer wasn’t sure if you were shaking because you were cold or because of the situation, but either way he didn’t want to risk anything.

When the taxi arrived, Spencer put your bag in the trunk and helped you into the back of the car, holding you against him for the entire ride back to his apartment.

“Make yourself at home.” Spencer told you as he let you enter his apartment first, holding the door open for you and pulling your suitcase in with him behind you. “Thank you.” You mumbled softly, finally feeling the warmth of his home embrace you as you stood in the entryway. He helped you out of your coat and pulled the scarves off you while you toed off your boots. Settling with a coffee each and a blanket that Spencer had pulled out of his closet and draped over your lap, you sat together on the sofa.

“Can you tell me what happened?” He asked softly, breaking the comfortable silence. You nodded, grabbing a hold of a cushion on his sofa and hugging it against your chest. “I woke up this morning to him,” You paused to collect your words together. “Putting everything I owned into a suitcase.” You sniffled, looking down into your mug with soft doe eyes, tears welling up but not ready to spill yet. “He broke up with me, he said so many horrible things and- god I’m stupid Spence.” Your throat clammed up, voice squeaking at the end of your sentence as a little sob cut you off. The tears came again, but Spencer reached out and gently wiped them away with the pads of his thumbs. “You’re not stupid. None of this is your fault.” He told you, voice firm and full of conviction.

His brow creased and jaw tensed. Spencer knew that hearing about this would make him angry. Watching you move in with the guy from the floor below in a different department had already been hard when he had begun to realise his feelings for you far too late to speak up about them. But perhaps what was worse, was seeing how badly he had hurt you. Spencer didn’t have to hear the details to know he’d hurt you, it was evident in your voice, the way you spoke, the way the pain swam in your eyes.

“He kicked me out, he said I was a-.” You closed your eyes, the word dying in your throat before you could say it aloud. Spencer didn’t need to hear more to know what your boyfriend had said, or at least there were a list of words that came to mind and none of them were good. “He’s wrong. He’s stupid and wrong. You are brilliant, brilliantly smart and kind and sweet and creative and everything he fails to be.”

The pair of you fell into silence. It was comfortable, the late morning sun shining through the half drawn curtains. It was raining outside, the sun shining through the droplets and casting a beautiful, lazy glow on Spencer’s apartment. His hair goldened in the light, eyes warm, hands holding you gently. He was right. Spencer was always right. Nothing your boyfriend, or you supposed your ex now, ever said was true.

“There’s a spare room with your name on it, if you want to stay here for a while.” Spencer spoke softly, his voice gentle as he watched you take a deep sip of your coffee. “I can’t.” You shook your head. “I’m offering.” He reminded you. “We’re both introverted home bodies, we make a good roommate match.” He smiled, receiving a soft breathy laugh from you. You considered it for a moment, but you could see that Spencer was serious and you trusted him. “Alright, I’ll stay.” You gave in, though despite the temporary reluctance to accept his offer, it brought a great sense of relief and warmth to you, that warmth growing even more when the soft smile on Spencer’s lips grew and reached his eyes upon hearing your response.

It wasn’t long before you had become comfortable and unpacked your things into the spare room. Spencer even went as far as going out with you to homeware stores to buy some new bedding and fairy lights for your room, but you appreciated his company.

In all honesty, being Spencer’s roommate was shaping up to be something quite enjoyable. You were both quiet, but you both had your talkative moments. The company was nice but you both respected personal space and alone time, but the time you did spend together was so valuable to you both that it felt almost special.

For a long time, before the guy from the floor below had caught your eye and wormed his way into your everyday life, delighting you with false truths and pretty lies, you’d had it bad for Spencer. But you had been sure, and still were, that he didn’t feel the same way about you. He was just a concerned coworker and friend. But there was something slowly growing between you both that not just reignited that feeling, but set it ablaze.

Seeing Spencer in the early mornings before work was seeing him with messy bed hair in his pyjamas, making coffee and preparing breakfast for you while you rushed about trying to find your jumper and a pair of socks. Being his roommate meant spending evenings together, curled up on the sofa, both on one end of the sofa but as the movie or the video game went on, you’d gradually end up closer and closer to one another until you were leaning against him. And weekends were a whole different matter. It was invites to go the cafe, chess games on rainy afternoons, trips to the museum, listening to audiobooks while you cooked and buying each other records for Spencer’s record player. And, as silly as it might have been to anyone else, it meant that you no longer had to navigate your way home alone at night.

Somehow, becoming Spencer’s roommate had meant being by his side nearly every moment you could, aside from the times that you both needed some time to yourselves and it was wonderful. You already admired him, you had since you first joined the team a few years ago, but it was even more now.

Even your team members had noticed the shift in your routines, down to the way you interacted with each other. Instead of coworkers with a good friendship, you had become extremely close and often just a look shared between the two of you was enough to convey exactly what the other was thinking.

“How are you? Since well, you know.” Spencer asked one evening as he sat down next to you on the sofa. “Since him?” You clarified and you received a nod in response. “Good.” You sighed out your reply. “Anything you want to talk about?” Spencer seemed unconvinced. Pausing, you allowed your mind to wander for a moment, remembering all of the things that your ex had said to you, all of the words he’d spoken about you that you had never been able to recount to Spencer. But now as you looked up at him, you felt like maybe it was time to let that part of it go. It still lingered in your head, the quiet moments were taken up by thoughts of what he’d said and it was making the silence deafening.

“The night before he broke up with me and kicked me out,” You began, trying to get a bit more comfortable on the sofa. “He said- well he told me that- Spencer this is stupid, you don’t want to hear about this, it’s horrendously-.” “Let it out.” He interrupted you.

With a deep breath, you closed your eyes and it all rushed out. “He said I might as well have been a virgin because I was inept at sex. But in the same breath he decided to call me slut for working in a team with predominantly men.” Spencer looked taken aback, but with an admission like that, how else was he supposed to react? “That’s not true.” Spencer bit back the rage that was beginning to grow inside of him again. God, if he ever saw that stupid guy from the floor below he’d have a lot of difficulty not strangling him to death, or at least imagining it. Maybe he’d have Penelope hack his dating profiles and edit all of his descriptions to say I am inept at sexually pleasuring women, but I blame them for it and call them a slut for it too.

“Spence, with all due respect, how would you know? We’ve never even done things.” You asked timidly, as if afraid that you had offended him, but Spencer only snorted in response. “Because I know that a man as insecure as that dumbass doesn’t know how to pleasure a woman properly and he’s the first one to blame her for his own lack of competence.” He told you with a lot more confidence than you had expected from Spencer. Though, that didn’t seem to stop the pink that flushed on his cheeks, but you couldn’t tell if that was because he was riled up about your ex or if it was because of the nature of the subject. Perhaps a bit of both.

An image crossed your mind. Oh, how you wished Spencer would prove him wrong. The thought alone made you almost squirm, heat blossomed across your skin and before you knew it, you had been staring a little bit too long at your best friend.

“Did he ever,” Spencer paused, lips parted, eyes warm and full of something that you couldn’t quite place. “Did he ever do anything to make you feel good?” Spencer asked. His voice was so controlled. You thought he’d be shy in this context, but if anything it almost made him glow with confidence.

The directness of his question floored you for a moment and you wondered if you might have been dreaming. But when you realised that he was very much waiting for a response and the feeling that was hanging between you was indeed pent up sexual tension that clung to you both, you realised that this certainly was no dream. “Never, I don’t think he ever touched me properly.” You replied, shyness overwhelming you and you could barely look him in the eyes. “But I think if anyone did, I wouldn’t want it to be him.” You nearly whispered it and there was something in Spencer’s eyes that lit up upon your words. It was desire, you realised and you couldn’t lie to yourself, you were feeling much the same, but all too shy about ever admitting the way you tingled all over and the intense need for friction between your legs.

“Who would you want it to be?” Spencer asked hesitantly. Your eyes could barely meet his, but you forced yourself to look at him, to feel the intensity of his stare. He was serious. He hadn’t even suggested himself, but he didn’t need to. The question alone was enough to lead you to the conclusion that it was what he meant. “You, Spence.” the words came out so quietly that you weren’t sure he would have heard you, but Spencer definitely had, especially from the way his lips tilted into a soft smirk. “But,” You pouted softly, watching as Spencer tilted his head, listening to you. “I don’t want it to be a, y’know a one time thing.” You whispered the last part, far too shy to say it out loud properly. “Sweetheart, I wouldn’t have suggested it if I wasn’t serious about you.”

Oh. Oh. That was soft. Not sex. Not pleasure. Not convenience. You.

“Spence,” And with the words escaping you, Spencer gently pulled you into his lap, legs either side of his, lips finding each other and meeting in a soft, gentle touch. He kissed you, fingers tracing up the back of your neck, drawing you in closer as he deepened the kiss, his tongue pressing softly against yours, caressing you so carefully before he leaned down to grip your thighs with his fingers, pressing into your trousers, dimpling your skin beneath his touch as he lifted you just enough to exchange places with you.

“You’re perfect.” Honeyed words, warm and soft against your skin as they breathed out in a sigh from between his lips over your skin as he carefully undressed you. It was dreamy, seeing you in this light, the dreary rainy afternoon encapsulating the moment, casting a pretty glow across your exposed skin. His fingers trailed over your bare chest, nipples hardening beneath his intoxicating touch and you let out a soft, tiny moan that yearned for more.

His lips found the heat between your legs, kissing and teasing before he showed you the feeling you had been missing. Lips closed around your aching, sensitive bud, tongue tracing in circles and sending a jolt of pleasure rushing through you. Forcing in a gasp, unable to contain yourself at the feeling, you were in complete euphoria as Spencer brushed his tongue over your clit over and over again. It was intense, but you craved more the more he did it. “That’s it baby, you can take it, can’t you?” Spencer spoke against you, lips capturing you and lapping over your sensitive bud. “Such a good girl, taking it so well.” He groaned, words breathed against your hot skin. “You can let go, let me make you feel real good, sweetheart.” Spencer urged, grunting with content when your hand gently slipped into his hair, tugging softly as he pressed his tongue against you. You felt a growing heat, his ministrations adding to the fire as he circled your clit over and over, watching as you tilted your head back and arched uncontrollably into his tongue.

Your hand found his, fingers interlacing as he brought you closer and closer to the edge, his tongue touching you in ways that no one had ever done before, pleasuring you in a way you had never felt. His thumb tugged at your skin, exposing your tingling bud even more for him and you couldn’t help but let out a strangled moan at the sensation, the soft of his tongue gliding over you and bringing a new tension to your stomach that you leaned into.

“Spencer, please, don’t stop, please don’t stop.” You rambled, useless and mumbled again and again in your haze as he brought you to the edge, your orgasm coursing through you after one last lap of his tongue over your bud. But he didn’t stop immediately. Spencer pleasured you through your orgasm until you were down from your high, chest heaving with deep breaths and pleasure tingling at your skin, sending a shiver through you.

“So perfect, such a good girl for taking all of that pleasure.” Spencer praised you, revelling in the way that you become so flustered when he praised you like that. “Spence,” You felt yourself become slack as your high dissipated and you were left feeling warm and satiated. “That was incredible.” You whispered. He chuckled, admiring your sleepy, fucked out look and Spencer wanted nothing more than to make you orgasm for him again and again, but for now this was more than enough. “Maybe we’ll do a bit more exploring later.” He winked at you. “Rest, baby. I think that tired you out.” He spoke softly.

“Spence,” You mumbled his name out as you relaxed into the sofa even more. “Mm?” “Please don’t go.” “I’m right here.” Spencer said, laying down next to you and holding you close. “I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐨𝐟 @/𝐭𝐞𝐚-𝐚𝐭-𝐭𝐡𝐞-𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫. 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝, 𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐛𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞.

[geniusgub]

ok ok forcing mommy kink spence to watch you ride a dildo after hes been very very bad and he’s genuinely SOBBING,,, its absolute torture and hes begging for you to just let him touch you instead of the stupid plastic toy

Ask and you shall receive - here ya go

wc: 790

Warnings: degradation, use of toys, masturbation, mommy kink

“Open.” Spencer’s mouth dropped open immediately, his obedience standing in stark contrast to his earlier behavior. Not one hour ago he was entertaining a throng of students during office hours, even letting one go as far as to perch herself on his desk, leaning forward just far enough to afford him an eyeful of her cleavage while asking him asinine questions that steadily trespassed into dangerous territory.

You raised your eyebrows when she started to inquire into his love life, expecting him to end the conversation right then and there but you should’ve known better. Spencer’s mind turned to mush whenever he caught even the slightest glimpse of a pair of tits, his genius IQ rapidly deteriorating. “So Dr. Reid, what are you up to tonight? Is there a lucky Mrs. Reid waiting for you back home?”

“Oh, I - uh- no, I’m not married, if -um- if that’s what you’re asking.” Spencer frantically redirected his gaze back to her face but it was too late. The student came in even closer. “That’s too bad. So you’re gonna be all alone?”

That was enough. You shot out of your seat in the back and made your way to him, elbowing your way past adoring students. “Hey, you ready to go?”

He looked up at you with wide eyes, mumbling yes as he scrambled to shove ungraded papers into his satchel. His obnoxious student scooted off his desk and looked you up and down. “I didn’t know you offered private tutoring, Dr. Reid”

“He doesn’t.” With that, you stalked out of the classroom with Spencer hot on your heels. He started to explain himself but you whirled around, seizing his chin in one hand. “Save your voice, darling. You’re gonna need it tonight”

And you kept your promise, putting his pretty mouth to work as soon as you had him undressed and restrained. He moaned around the dildo, gagging as you worked it down his throat but doing his best to swallow the toy determined to do a good job.

“Bravo Dr. Reid, it seems like you do know how to use your mouth after all,” you withdrew the dildo and tapped it against his lips. “Too bad these lips aren’t good for anything more than sucking dick”

“Please Mommy, I was going to say something to her I just -”

“You just what?” He didn’t have an answer and you smiled cruelly as you kneeled on the bed, running the tip of the dildo through your folds. “That’s what I thought. You just can’t help being a desperate whore. Did you want her to fuck you? Would you call her Mommy too?”

At the last question, you sank down on the toy and he let out a low whine, bucking against his restraints. “No, I wouldn’t! You know I wouldn’t. You’re the only one. The only one for me. Please, I’ll show you. Let me make you come.”

“Now why would I do that?” You were rolling your hips over the toy at a steady pace, snaking a hand up to pull down the cup of your bra and roll a nipple between your fingers. His lower lip began to tremble, trying his very best to hold back the tears already blurring his vision and pooling at the corners of his eyes. But you weren’t done yet, reaching behind your back and unclasping your bra. You began to ride the dildo with renewed vigor, throwing your head back as your breasts bounced up and down. “Fuck, it feels so good, baby. I don’t think I even need you anymore”

“Don’t say that, Mommy. Please please please, I’ll do anything - anything you want,” he whined pitifully, taking in the tell-tale signs of your impending release. He tried to convince you with one last wave of begging, the words spilling out amongst his copious tears. “Please, just untie me. I’ll show you. I can make you come so much harder than that stupid toy. I promise, Mommy”

However, Spencer’s impassioned pleas had the opposite effect, prompting you to chase your high even more fervently. When your orgasm crashed over you, he let out a chorus of unrestrained whimpers making your release all the more sweet.

He couldn’t tear his eyes from you, watching with rapt attention as your back arched and your mouth fell open in a silent scream. He regarded the toy with childish jealousy as you eased yourself off of it and tapped it to his lips once again. You gave him a stern glare and he parted his lips, allowing you to fully sheath the dildo in his mouth before giving him a condescending pat on the head. “Good boy, keep that warm for me. I’ll be needing it later"

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[geniusgub]

Medical Doctor Spencer Reid has a clinic and you are his secretary. Smut

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

this post is 18+, minors dni.

he eats you out under your desk. he crouches below your desk and buys you a low enough chair so that if he's sitting on the ground, his face is at the perfect height. He has you wear skirts and he slips his head underneath them, sliding your panties aside to tongue-fuck you on the job. he loooves hearing you try to handle clients at the same time, he grips your thighs and has your voice cracking and shaking.

It gets him so hard, to hear you stuttering and stumbling over your words, "Y-yes sir, Doctor Reid will be back shortly! He's on his-uh! lunch break!"

sometimes clients sit in the waiting room instead of just coming back later so he makes you cum and you have to stay completely silent so no one knows. you're shaking around his tongue and squeezing him and your hands are in his hair and your eye is practically twitching but you have to stay completely calm and collected or else someone will find out 🥴

[geniusgub]

ur friend saw him?!?! tell us more 👀👀

yes!!! i honestly don’t have too much info but she said she saw him at the music man. she also told me that he’s the sweetest human in the whole world and sent me a very cute pic she took w him!!

[geniusgub]

hiii I hope it's okay to request for the link list! they're all so good!!! Love your work <33

Falling asleep on Reid's shoulder or chest while cockwarming him? Spencer x Fem reader (or afab! Gn reader) :)

aw, i love this

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Summary: You just miss Spencer, and when he gets home you need to be as close to him as possible

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Smut)

Content Warning: R18 (penetrative sex, cockwarming, sort of somnophilia but not really)

Word Count: 0.8k

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When the hallway lights shine into your bedroom, you groggily wake up. You would have been concerned had your house not had the best alarm system Spencer could find. His footsteps always sounded the same as well, almost routine in how he walked down the hallway.

But his footsteps didn't make complete his journey to your bedroom, and you got up out of bed to go and find what was keeping your boyfriend from coming to bed at... 3:47, according to your phone.

"Jesus, Spencer, do you know what time it is?" You ask, rubbing some of the sleep out of your eyes with the back of your index fingers as you rest against your body against the doorframe of his office.

His face lights up when he sees you, a big smile taking over his lips. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." He apologizes, sitting down in his leather desk chair.

"Bed?" You ask, puzzled. Spencer's eyes trace up and down your figure, noticing the t-shirt of his that you always sleep in and your tiny pajama shorts.

He shakes his head, pulling out some paperwork. "Sorry, sweetheart, I won't sleep for a week with all the adrenaline in me." He apologizes again, clearly feeling bad which is evident in how he ducks his head.

You step closer to him, sitting on the edge of the desk. "What happened?" Usually, he was ready to fall asleep when he got home late.

"We, uh, had to defuse a bomb." He mumbles, eyes focused on you and not the work in front of him. "Kinda hard to sleep after that."

"Mm, my brave boy." You hum, reaching out to run your fingers through his hair. "Can't sleep without you, though."

Spencer pushes his chair back and opens his arms to hug you. You climb onto his lap, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and your legs around his waist.

"Missed you." He tells you, resting your noses and foreheads together and breathing in the feeling of being home. Home was always how he felt around you. 

"Missed you, too." You reply, leaning forward slightly to kiss him. He kisses you back gently but when you pull away, he goes back to looking over your shoulder at his work. 

You’re almost content with just being that close to him, but closer is always better. In an attempt to get even closer to him, you untuck his shirt from his pants and rest your hands against his lower stomach. You had missed the feeling of his skin against yours.

You rest your head against his shoulder and turn your head to place kisses along his jawline. He keeps one hand on your back and moves the chair closer to the desk so he can keep writing.

It still doesn't feel close enough, even if you can't smell anything but his cologne, you can't hear anything but his breathing, and you can't feel anything but his body against yours and his fingers spreading against your back. But it's not close enough, and you continue moving your hands down until you reach the buckle of his belt.

It gets his attention quickly, and his arms tighten around you as he turns his head. "What are you doing, love?"

"Wanna be closer." You mumble against his neck. "Need you." He doesn't stop you, letting you throw his belt on the floor and take his cock out. He's not hard, but you don't let it stop you from wrapping your fingers around his shaft until he gets hard which really doesn't take too long.

Spencer shuffles slightly, trying to give you easier access, and you move your shorts to the side before sinking down onto his cock. It instantly makes you feel warm and full, like the feeling of being home. The stretch of having him inside you was one of your favorite feelings, and one you missed when he was away. You muffle the moan you needed to let out against his neck, expressing your emotions before kissing his skin.

"So needy, baby." He coos against your ear, although he's the one holding you closer to his body.

"Love you." You whisper, the exhaustion taking over you again. "So much."

"I love you, too." He replies. "Now sleep, then I'll take you to bed."

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[geniusgub]

my friend just told me that MGG is at the music man on broadway right now 😳😳

[geniusgub]

For the little cute blurb idea:

after girls night (still a bit drunk) you decide you should all get tattoos together and your drunk self is determined to get one about your long time boyfriend doctor reid

"Oh my gosh! We need to do that right now." Penelope decides loudly, almost loud enough to gain attention from other patrons in the bar.

You switched to water a little while ago but she's still sipping on something disgustingly sweet and when the discussion of Emily's hidden tattoo comes up, her mind is on one track.

"Pen..." JJ attempts to warn her, trying to use the logical side of her brain. "No, actually let's do it."

"I'm in." You agree, evidently more drunk than you first thought. When they all give you a confused look, you're even more determined to do it. "What? I can be spontaneous, too."

Emily chuckles at that, dowing the rest of her drink. "Let's do it."

So you're at the tattoo parlor a few blocks down, the neon lights drawing you all in like a moth to an open flame. Emily goes first, mostly to prove to all of you that it won't hurt, despite the fact her new tattoo's going on her collarbone.

Then it'a Penelope's turn, who decides, naturally, on a little unicorn and takes the pain like a champ. "I was shot once." She reminds all of you as you look over her. The tattoo artist's face floods with concern, but she chooses not to ask.

"What are you going for?" JJ asks as you try to find some inspiration from the book on the counter.

You don't want to chicken out, but there's nothing that's jumping out at you, not until you flick the page and find the perfect design. "This." You point it out to her. "You?"

"Henry's name." She tells you, a little bit predictable but still very cute. She goes next, flinching at the ink going into her skin. Compared to the rest of you, she had a lot less to drink at the bar and is nursing a bottle of water.

Then it's your turn in the hot seat and you tell the tattoo artist and your friends what you want.

"Aw, you two are so sweet." Penelope coos, smiling drunkenly.

Emily has a different reaction. "So disgusting is the better adjective."

You ignore it, looking at your phone with your right hand when Spencer texts you, and the screen lights up with a picture of the two of you.

It doesn't hurt compared to being shot or assaulted by an unsub, just a numbing pain. It's not too big so she finishes it quickly before doing the proper aftercare on it and giving all four of you further instructions.

Spencer's there to greet you at the door when you get back, although he pretends he was just walking past. While you move to the bedroom, take off your make up, and undress, you replay the answer to Spencer.

"What happened to your finger?" He wonders when he catches sight of the saran-wrapped ring finger of your left name.

"Uhhh." You trail off, unsure of what to tell her. "Tonight was a bit wilder than I may have previously alluded to." You admit, looking at the design on your finger without letting him see it. He nods, prompting you to continue. "It's a tattoo."

He chuckles a little. "So, can I see the permanent mark that's now on my girlfriend's body?"

"Of course." You agree, excited to show it to him.

You place your palm up so he can see the underside of your ring finger. And the little outline of a heart that was now against your skin with the letter S in the middle.

He traces over it on top of the plastic, and you can see the blush on his cheeks. "This would be a really bad time to break up with you then, I guess." He jokes.

You roll your eyes at him. "Not funny. We're going tomorrow so you can get one, too. Then you'll be stuck with me forever."

"That's the plan." He admits, bringing your finger up to his lips to place a kiss over the new tattoo.

[geniusgub]

“If anyone needs to go camping in my state…” “If anyone needs to visit their aunt/cousin/friend…”

STOP. STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP.

FOR YOUR SAFETY, S T O P.

DO NOT VOLUNTEER TO HOST RANDOM STRANGERS. DO NOT AGREE TO BE HOSTED BY A RANDOM STRANGER.

DO NOT PUBLICLY POST THAT YOUR HOUSE WILL BE AN ABORTION SAVE HAVEN. OFFICIAL NETWORKS TO DO THIS ALREADY EXIST, NETWORKS THAT HAVE THE ABILITY TO BACKGROUND CHECK, AND SHIELD THEIR VOLUNTEERS FROM LAW ENFORCEMENT

I know how obnoxious this is to say, but please: reblog this. I see these posts a lot, and I know most of you have good intentions. But these unoffical auntie networks are dangerous, both for those trying to help, and those seeking help. Law enforcement sees you. Violent anti-abortion extremists see you.

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[geniusgub]

hiiii i suffer from chronic migraines and squishmallows are truly the only things that help me sleep at night when i have a bad one so i was wondering if u could write something about spence buying some to keep at his apartment for when the reader has a migraine?? i thought it would be so cute :(

oh baby i've got chronic migraines too!! they are the absolute fucking worst, I feel for you rn :( i'm glad that you found what helps you sleep, though!

--

You knew that if you hadn't been nearly in tears, Spencer would have been leading you to the bed with a hand on your back. But you were hypersensitive to touch, so you shuffled down the hallway of his apartment yourself.

"To the right," He murmured behind you, knowing your eyes were screwed shut, "Be careful."

You turned slowly, making sure that you wouldn't ram into the door to his bedroom. But you made it through with no further injuries, feeling around limply for his bed and weakly crawling onto it.

"Wait," Spencer spoke from somewhere to your side, and if the minimal light in the room wouldn't have torn your head apart even further, you'd have opened your eyes to look at him, "I'll be right back. Just lay down, sweetheart."

You didn't need to be told twice. You eased yourself back onto the pillows of his bed, his comforting scent overwhelming your senses even more.

You heard him rush back into the room, then felt a soft tap at your shoulder, that you involuntarily squirmed away from.

"I know, I'm sorry," Spencer crooned, his voice as low and soft as humanly possible, "Lift your head up."

You whimpered slightly, but did as you were told. A soft, squishy mass slid underneath your head, and you frowned slightly, feeling the fabric with your fingers.

"Is this-?" Your voice was hoarse and feeble, and Spencer shushed you quietly.

"A squishmallow," His pronunciation of the brand was slightly wonky, something that you'd definitely smile about later, once you weren't in agonizing pain, "I remember you said they're the only thing that helps."

The consideration he'd shown you brought fresh tears to your eyes, that you knew would only make things worse, but you couldn't stop them from flowing.

"Thank you, Spencer." You choked slightly on a sob, your voice wobbly, "I'm sorry you have to do this for me."

"It's okay, it's not a bother. Don't be sorry," He leaned down, pressing a soft, fleeting kiss to your forehead, "I love you, sweetheart. Get some sleep if you can, and I'll be here if you need me."