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The Pretty Boy's Guide to Surviving a Pregnant Husband

Pairing : Spencer Reid x Male reader Tags : Fluff, Mpreg, established relationship Word count : 1479

The harsh fluorescent lights of the BAU office hummed, a constant, unsettling soundtrack to the organized chaos. Morgan, leaning against a desk, observed Spencer. Reid was usually a whirlwind of nervous energy, fidgeting with his hands and spewing facts at a mile a minute. But today was different. The nervous energy was there, amplified tenfold, but it was laced with a potent mix of excitement and… something else. A quiet, underlying anxiety that tugged at the corners of his mouth.

Derek noticed Spencer's unease. He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, and raised an eyebrow at the younger agent. "Something on your mind, Pretty Boy? You seem a little…jumpy."

Spencer started, his cheeks flushing a faint pink. "No, no, I'm fine. Just…a lot of factors to consider with this case. Complex victimology." He quickly averted his gaze and began shuffling through the files again, but Morgan wasn't buying it.

"Come on, Reid. We've been working together for years. I know when something's bugging you. And I'm guessing it's not victimology."

Spencer sighed, relenting. He ran a hand through his already disheveled hair. "It's Y/N. He's...well, he's very pregnant."

The entire team paused, glancing up from their various tasks. They were all aware of Y/N's pregnancy, and they shared Spencer's excitement about the impending arrival of the little one.

JJ, who had been listening in, chuckled softly. "Oh, you're just getting a taste of the real fun, Spencer. Has he started crying over the Sarah McLachlan ASPCA commercials yet?"

Spencer's face softened, a fond smile tugging at his lips. "He cried last night. Not just the ASPCA commercial, but also a commercial for a local shelter. Then this morning about the grocery store being out of his favourite peanut and the worker at the cashier smiled at him, and then about halfway through eating his milkshake because it was, and I quote, ‘aggressively cold’."

The team burst into laughter. Rossi chuckled, "Ah, the joys of pregnancy" He trailed off, a knowing look on his face.

"Hey, you know what they say," Morgan said, clapping Spencer on the shoulder. "Happy wife, happy life. Or in this case, happy… husband, happy… home?"

"He's also…moody," Spencer continued, almost oblivious to the laughter. "One minute he's radiating sunshine, the next he's convinced I've committed some unforgivable transgression and am actively trying to ruin his life. And the nesting… he's rearranging the bookshelves by dewey decimal system at 3 am! I tried to help, and I put the wrong book back on the shelf, and I got a thirty minute lecture about how I don't care about him or the baby. It's exhausting, but honestly," his voice dropped to a near whisper, a look of pure adoration in his eyes, "I wouldn't trade it for anything. He is so beautiful, even when he's scowling at me for not knowing the difference between organic and non-organic carrots. I just love him so much."

Morgan clapped him on the shoulder. "Easy there, Pretty Boy, you're practically glowing. He's got you wrapped around his little finger."

"And I love it," Spencer admitted, unashamed. He pulled out his phone, his face lighting up. "Oh, it's him." He tapped the screen and read the message, his expression shifting from love-struck to slightly worried.

"What is it?" JJ asked, leaning closer.

"He…he needs ice cream," Spencer said, a conflicted look on his face. "Specifically, chocolate chip, double scoop, and he said he won't survive the afternoon without it."

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Morgan urged. "Go get your man his ice cream! We can handle the case briefing for now."

"But… the case," Spencer protested weakly. "We're supposed to…"

"Reid," Rossi interjected, his tone firm but kind. "Your husband and your unborn child need ice cream. The world won't end if you're a few minutes late. Go. Get the ice cream. And maybe a foot massage wouldn't hurt either."

Spencer, clearly torn, looked from his phone to his team and back again. In the end, the allure of Y/N's ice cream craving, and the potential consequences of failing to satisfy it, won out. "Okay, okay. I'll be back as soon as I can." He grabbed his go-bag, his movements hurried but purposeful.

As he practically sprinted towards the elevator, Morgan shook his head, a wide grin on his face. "That boy is gone. Completely and utterly whipped."

JJ laughed. "He's happier than I've ever seen him. It's good to see."

The bell above the door of the local ice cream parlor jingled as Spencer rushed inside. He scanned the refrigerated display case, his eyes darting from flavor to flavor. " chocolate chip, double scoop," he muttered to himself, fighting the urge to analyze the caloric content and potential effects on Y/N's gestational diabetes risk.

He placed the order, the anticipation building with each passing second. As he waited, he pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to Y/N: "On my way with the ice cream. ETA 10 minutes. Love you."

The text was barely sent when a reply popped up: "Hurry. Baby wants it NOW."

Spencer chuckled, a mix of exasperation and fondness bubbling inside him. He paid for the ice cream, carefully cradling the container to prevent any unwanted melting, and dashed back out to his car.

The drive back to their apartment felt like an eternity. He navigated traffic with a newfound urgency, his mind filled with images of Y/N's expectant face and the tiny human growing inside him. He knew that logical thinking was out the window with a pregnant Y/N, who had been known to cry over a wilted lettuce leaf. He thought he knew how hard love would hit him.

Finally, he pulled up outside their apartment building, his heart pounding in his chest. He practically leaped out of the car, ice cream in hand, and raced up the stairs to their apartment.

He fumbled with the keys, finally managing to unlock the door and burst inside. "Y/N, I'm here!"

He found Y/N sprawled on the couch, surrounded by pillows and blankets, a remote control clutched in his hand. He looked up, his eyes lighting up as he saw Spencer.

"You're back!" he exclaimed, his voice a mixture of relief and excitement. "You got it?"

Spencer held up the ice cream container, a triumphant grin on his face. " chocolate chip, double scoop, just like you ordered."

Y/N practically squealed, reaching out for the ice cream with an eagerness that made Spencer's heart melt. He carefully handed it over, watching as Y/N eagerly dug in.

"Oh, this is amazing," Y/N moaned, savoring each bite. "Thank you, Spence. You're the best."

Spencer sat beside him on the couch, wrapping his arm around Y/N's shoulders. "Anything for you And for our little one."

Y/N leaned into his touch, his eyes softening. "I know I've been…difficult lately."

"Difficult?" Spencer raised an eyebrow playfully. "You mean besides the 3 am Dewey Decimal rearranging and the emotional rollercoaster ride of a lifetime?"

Y/N chuckled, swatting him playfully on the arm. "I can't help it. It's the hormones. I swear, I feel like I'm not even in control of my own body sometimes."

"I know," Spencer said softly, kissing him on the forehead. "And I wouldn't have it any other way."

Y/N looked up at him, his eyes filled with love. "You really mean that?"

"Of course I do," Spencer replied, his voice full of sincerity. "I love everything about you, even the pregnancy-induced mood swings and the bizarre cravings. It's all part of what makes you so special."

Y/N smiled, tears welling up in his eyes. "You're going to be an amazing father, Spencer."

"And you're going to be an amazing dad," Spencer replied, squeezing him tightly. "We're going to be okay. More than okay."

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, Y/N contentedly eating his ice cream, Spencer watching him with an adoration that could melt glaciers. He couldn't wait for this baby to be in their arms.

Suddenly, Y/N gasped, his eyes widening. "Wait, Spencer, did you get them to disinfect the ice cream container?”

Spencer froze, his face paling. "Uh… no? Why is something wrong?"

Y/N burst into tears. "You didn't get them to  disinfect the ice cream container! What if there were germs on it? What if I get sick? What if the baby gets sick? This is all your fault!"

Spencer sighed, a small smile playing on his lips. "Okay, okay. Deep breaths. I'll disinfect the container right now. And then I'll disinfect the couch, and the remote control, and maybe even myself just to be safe."

Y/N giggled through his tears, leaning in to kiss Spencer softly on the lips. "I love you, you neurotic genius."

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he would lie with his face in your chest as you play with his hair. he would giggle like a schoolgirl while you kiss his pretty little face. he would text you on all his breaks whenever a case requires travel. he would call you at night just to fall asleep to the sound of your breathing. he would bring a shirt or a hoodie or anything you wear just to smell you whenever he misses you.

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The thought about men who look so hot wearing glasses, and you complimenting him on how pretty he looks wearing them, seeing them get all flustered and shy by your compliments gets you so riled up. It lead to you completely making out with them while their glasses are still on their face. And ordering them to get on their knees and give you a blowjob, while the glasses stay on his pretty face. He whimpers while nodding his head softly on your bold request.

The thought of him on his knees giving you the best blowjob ever while he wore his glasses, the glint of desire in your eyes reflected back at them; It turned him on so much. And then you telling them to lay down on his back and spread his leg open showing his pretty pussy, it heightened his arousal even more,

As your cock pounded him so aggressively; you can see his glasses almost slipping of his face and his lenses clouding with fog, the way his legs were wrapped around your waist and arching his back further, or the way his words were so incoherent. “Look at you, already a mess…” you whisper softly as you put your hand his glasses, adjusting it perfectly…

You can tell he’s nearing his orgasm, because of the way how his moans and whimpers grew louder; filling the room’s atmosphere. He never fails to get you so addicted from him, you had him bucking up into your touch, begging - pleading for you to keep fucking his “pretty pussy,” and you did just that. Thrusting your dick inside of him, till you came inside of him. Completely giving him his craving desire. From then on, he always wore his glasses completely whilst getting fucked by you, completely making you more riled up from him. And he loved every second of it.

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thinkin about emotionally strong reader falling apart into bf’s arms… :,)

     He knows it’s bad when you can’t bring yourself to say anything: no witty remarks to play it off, no humble shrug to show that it didn’t phase you- not even a weak joke that you’d heard from passerby during the previous week. He would have known anyway but he knows how bad it is when you can’t hide the wobble in your chin when you meet him at the door and melt into his arms.

     The sound of your stifled cries weaken his heart because he just knows how long you’ve been trying to hold it all together. You don’t know that he sheds his own tears at your sorrow. You don’t know that he feels his own pained heart grow just a touch because you trust him enough to be able to comfort you- to run to him when there is something you really can’t make better.

     When you finally stop trying to smother out the sound of your cries, it breaks his own heart into pieces because your grief is his. He doesn’t know what to do in this pile on the floor- your arms wrapped tightly around him in fear of him leaving with one hand resting at the top of your head and the other one of his hands supporting your neck as you weep into his shoulder- so he just holds you.

     And later, when your cries turn hoarse and the tears run dry, you let him pull you to your feet. He carries you to the dark bedroom because he knows you get headaches after crying. When you still don’t say a word he goes to the kitchen and scavenges some Tylenol and a cup of water.

     He knows you don’t like to feel helpless- to feel like you need to rely on someone. But if he’s being honest, he likes being able to care for you. He likes how you curl up with your head on his chest and your hands wrapped around him. He likes how you let him draw shapes on your back because you secretly love the physical touch. He likes how you let out soft sighs throughout the course of the movie because he knows you’re still awake.

     But most of all, he likes the intamacy of being the one you run to when it’s all too much because damn it all to hell if he made you feel like you weren’t free to be vulnerable with him.

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i propose a redo of race to the edge, but this time with a mature rating. imagine:

(spoilers for rtte)

actually being able to see characters deaths and wounds

more depth into snotlout and spitelouts relationship- it’s clearly not a healthy one

more depth into hiccstrid and other couples

specifically, queer couples and characters- we know gobber and snotlout are gay/bi respectively, but we never get more info on that subject

actual blood and wounds

let!!! them!!! say!!!!! fuck!!!!!

more clarification on which dragon fire hurts which dragons, and which ones don’t

blood!!

ruff and tuff clearly have things to say that are not age appropriate, let them say it

could go more in depth with the scarier side of the dragons

show the effects of characters getting wounded!!!!

just. everything about dagur.

could go more in depth with fishlegs’s anxiety?

on that note, all of the gang’s mental health- hiccup clearly overworks and blames himself for everything, astrid has obvious anger issues and pent up rage, snotlout pretends to think he’s better than everyone else to mask his cripplingly low self esteem, fishlegs 100% has anxiety or some kind of panic disorder, ruff is already canonically frustrated with being “a woman in a man’s world” and doesn’t feel appreciated enough, and tuff doesn’t seem to value his own well being very much- not to mention that he literally has hallucinations sometimes

and dagur definitely has something that causes him to be in a constant state of mania

gustav and his parents- he said his mother only notices he’s gone after the third day????

at least one person on berk has (consensually) fucked a dragon. give me some background on that.

at least half of the riders cursing like sailors

being able to show sicknesses better- the time astrid caught the scourge of odin, the time astrid got deathly poisoned, plus the time astrid went blind (astrid sure does get beat up a lot damn)

just give me all the things we couldn’t have as kids!!!! blood!!! gore!!!!!!! death!!!!!!! cursing!!!!!! gays!!!!!!!!! abusive relationships!!!!!!!!! kissing that doesn’t look awkward and forced!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! monster fuckers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! come on!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

that is all, thank you for your time

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is anyone gonna tell f1 tumblr that the first ever live action omegaverse show is a sports drama about gay racecar drivers. because that feels like something they'd want to know.

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STAND UP OSCAR??? x

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#3. Chilipastry (Carlos Sainz Jr./Oscar Piastri)

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after Spain GP...🇪🇸🍀

+Oscar got 55 points in triple header and won his 55th race, Carlos' home gp...! what a carcar awesome crumble!

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SHES BACKKKKKKKKK

masterlist

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Lando : I told Carlos that their ears turn red when they lie. Oscar : Do they? Lando : No. Oscar : Then why did you tell them that? Lando : Because I can do this. Lando : Hey Carlos! Do you love us? Carlos, with their hands over their ears: No.

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#a weekend at home with mick (✿◡‿◡)

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Congrats world champion ❤️

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has pocket charles ever gone for one of max's emotional support red bull cans?

Unfortunately he doesn’t really like the taste…

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Charlie’s trying to cheer Max up with his favorite things. He’s trying his best…