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spencersfunkysocks · 20 days

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Off the Top (S.R.)

Summary: TransMan!Reader.Spencer is driving his boyfriend crazy after his top surgery. Request: Spencer is dating an ftm!reader who just got top surgery and he takes some time off to take care of him and his bf gets annoyed because Spencer is really doting and extra attentive Couple: Spencer Reid/TransMasc!Reader Category: Fluff Content Warning: Top surgery, minor jokes about sex, minor fights/hurt feelings, crying, kissing Word Count: 2.3k

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Emily was a simple woman with complicated friends. Sure, she had gone through many lives and died multiple deaths — but her problems always seemed to pale in comparison to the domestic dramas of the notoriously awkward and adorable Spencer Reid.

That was never more obvious to her than in this moment, watching as her best friend skittered back into the kitchen to fetch a fresh icepack for you. You, who immediately sat up despite freshly delivered stitches with a look of sheer panic and frantic, hushed whispers.

“Emily, I need to ask you to do something for me and I really need you to not ask any questions, okay?”

While she can chalk up some of your odd behavior to the painkillers, she can’t ignore the way you are basically shaking with anxiety.

“Sure, anything,” she agrees without hesitation, “What’s up?”

That is, until you answer, “I need you to… be mean to me.”

“Wh—" she starts but is cut off by your insistent but still-quiet shout of, “You said no questions!”

“What is happening?!” she says with the same urgency, “Is this… is this like a weird sex thing?”

“Emily!” you gasp, reaching forward and providing a weak, limp-waisted slap against her arm that definitely hurt you more than it did her.

In that silly sort of way of hers, she held up her hands in surrender.

“I’m not judging, I’m just trying to understand!”

“No, Emily, I’m not asking you to degrade me, Jesus Christ!”

It was that comfortable, friendly repartee that was able to make you laugh as you finally started to calm down. She noticed, and you wonder if it was all part of her plan. Because when the laughter finally dies down back to a normal level, she is smiling when she continues, “Okay, okay, I’m sorry. What’s going on, then?”

You glance up at her. You recognize the concern and empathy clear in her eyes, and you sigh. The guilt that had been crushing you only seemed all the heavier when she witnessed it.

“Listen, Spencer is great. Right? He’s wonderful. The best boyfriend you could ever ask for. That’s just a fact.”

“I mean, I don’t know if it’s a fact but—" she interjected, only to cut herself off with a tight-lipped smile. “—Okay, yes, I’m following.”

“But he is driving me insane with the niceness,” you say, cringing while the words sort of sit in the air. The room seems smaller and bigger all at once, the ever-growing walls closing in on you as you see the confusion spread over her features before she tries to hide them again.

“It can’t be that bad,” she offers. But that’s the problem.

“Oh, but it can. It really can,” you insist. When it’s clear that she doesn’t buy it — or at least, doesn’t understand how such a feat could be possible — you try to explain it as quickly as you can, “I have only recently convinced him to stop following me to the bathroom door. He won’t even let me pick up a bag of bread! I can’t do anything by myself!”

You are trying to keep in mind that he’s coming back soon, but it isn’t his presence that makes the word vomit stop. It’s the knowing look she is giving you. That sympathetic, pained, and glassy-eyed stare. The kind that knows he only means well, which you also know to be true.

“Stop looking at me like that! I already feel bad for complaining about him being too nice!” you beg, but she can’t help it. The look only intensifies, although she turns her face away to grant you a reprieve.

Unfortunately, just as her eyes widen and her jaw drops open to stop the impending disaster, you shout, “But I just really, really need him to let me live!”

Silence stretches throughout the room. It takes over everything else until there is nothing else but the sound of nothingness, ended by one word, a question from the man you love more than anything.

A sad, pained, “… What?”

You cringe before you even turn your head to see him, because you know it’s going to break your heart. You make yourself do it, anyway. You regret it immediately.

Spencer is standing there, with the ice pack already starting to drip from ridiculously warm hands that only wanted to take care of you. His lip is quivering, and tears are gathering at his eyelashes, but he tried to hide it all behind his hair that isn’t nearly long enough.

When no one makes a move, Emily decides that she should be the first.

“I’m gonna… go get something from my car…” she offers, and you sigh.

“Yeah. Probably a good idea.”

Before she leaves, however, she takes the time to help lift you from your seat on the couch. From there on, however, you are on your own — just as you’d wanted so badly. But as you hobble over to the sniffling man who can’t stop rubbing his eyes like you won’t notice how much he’s hurting, you realize that you much prefer his company.

“Spencer…”

“You… Um… I didn’t realize…” he mutters absently. He doesn’t even mean to, but he flinches away when you go to touch him. It hurts more than any surgery ever could. Even worse, he apologizes immediately, “Sorry. I just…”

He never makes his way through the rest of the sentence. Instead, he drops the ice pack onto the table beside the couch and tries to run away.

One hand on his wrist is all it takes to stop him. You know it isn’t from brute force, either. You can barely make a fist without all the muscles in your chest feeling like they’re on fire. You think that might be why he didn’t fight it.

Because he cares about you. A little too much, sometimes.

But isn’t that part of why you fell in love with him in the first place?

“Wait, Spencer. I’m sorry,” you say quietly, but he hears you, even if he doesn’t make it obvious. Knowing that he’s just trying to avoid the conflict you’d both unintentionally caused, you continue, “I didn’t mean for you to hear all of that.”

“I mean, it’s a good thing I did, because I didn’t realize that you were mad at me,” he grumbles.

You fight the urge to laugh. You feel awful because he’s hurting, but you find yourself falling for him all over again. Because he is inconceivably kind. Enough so that even when he’s angry, he still steps closer so that you don’t have to stretch your arm so far to hold him.

“I’m not mad. I’m not,” you try to assure him, but your voice is wavering, and it makes it hard to take you seriously. “I just…”

“You just wish I… wasn’t acting like me.”

Your heart drops to your stomach. That time, when you look up at him, you see that he is trying to smile to spare your feelings.

“Which is fine. It’s understandable, really, I mean, I’m very used to it, it was only a matter of time before—”

But you are angry. Angry at him for even thinking that you would want him to change any part of himself, angry at the world for teaching him that sentence in the first place, and… angry at yourself. For making him think that there was anything wrong with who he was.

Despite the agony and the anger, you reach out and use all the strength you’ve been reserving. You give it all for the chance to kiss him, hard and sloppy and full of everything you aren’t eloquent enough to say properly.

He kisses you back, but only until he remembers that you really shouldn’t be doing all that much. Even as he stops himself, though, you see the way he immediately scolds himself on the inside.

“Stop that, Spencer. I love who you are,” you say, and this time it is very convincing. Unfortunately, so is the next part, no matter how hard you try to laugh through it. “But baby, you have to admit you’re being a little bit…”

“Yeah. I know,” he sighs. He saves you the embarrassment, proving yet again to be too good to be true. Or perhaps it’s just his way of defending himself, you realize as he breaks into his own spirited confession, “I’m just… I’m worried about you. I don’t want you to get hurt — I-I mean, you’re already hurt! I want to make it better!”

His face is in your hands, so you know just how much it hurts him to say the words. His cheeks are burning, and his lip is pouted in the way that makes it almost painful not to kiss him again.

“I know, Spencer,” you assure him. When it doesn’t fail to make his bottom lip stop shaking, you continue with as much energy as tired, pained lungs will allow. “But you already make it better. You don’t need to do all of this. All you have to do is be there when I need to brush my hair or burn the ever-living hell out of cheap food. Otherwise, I release you from this responsibility. Okay?”

Your boyfriend smiles. A sneaky little smirk that disappears almost immediately, as if he hadn’t meant for you to see it. This time, when the disappointment and shame returns, it does so with a playful timbre.

“You really think I burn everything?”

“Absolutely everything,” you respond as quickly as possible, “You’re a terrible cook.”

“It has to reach a certain temperature to be safe!” he squeaks.

To which you reply, “I know.”

“I don’t want you to get sick!” he continues.

“I know, Spencer.”

“I just love you a lot, okay?!” he yells, and even though it is too loud for how close you are, you can’t find it in yourself to care. You don’t even flinch, and instead choose to silence the sound by bringing his lips to yours once more.

You kiss him again until you can’t any longer. Until he is smiling and laughing at just how ridiculous this situation was. How his whole life he’d worried he wouldn’t be enough, only to find out that his unrelenting need to be enough had made him too much when the right person came along.

“I know,” you repeat for what will hopefully be the last time. Then, in what you’d hoped would be but one of many, you return, “I love you, too.”

You look down at the space between you. The first thing that makes you laugh is the way he is holding your hips at an arm’s length distance, like two teenagers at a public school or church event. The second thing that makes you laugh is the fact that you looked down, and for the first time, you weren’t shocked to find nothing there.

You look back up at your boyfriend. With his red-rimmed eyes and equally colorful cheeks. With his bottom lip no longer pouted, and instead stretched across his face in a lovesick smile. You can’t stop yourself from swinging a limp arm at him. You were aiming for his shoulder, but only hit his elbow.

“Now stop crying, you jerk! You’re making me cry,” you instruct.

He’d understood the intention, of course. But he still holds onto where you’d made contact as if he were treasuring even the silliest and most insulting of gestures between the two of you.

Spencer thinks about it for a minute, and then with narrowed eyes and a scrunched-up nose, he grumbles, “That’s not fair, I can’t hit you back.”

“Do it,” you tease. Somehow, you gather the strength to lift your arm far enough that you can pat yourself on a still-bruised shoulder. And through a smile you whisper, “I dare you.”

Your boyfriend tilts his head and narrows his eyes. You can see the gears turning, but you have no idea what they are trying to accomplish. Spencer is staring intently at your shoulder like he sees something that you don’t.

When he moves, you aren’t quite sure what to expect. He raises his arms, but they are not doing anything close to rough housing. They move slowly, carefully lifting from their spot on your hips until feel his hands spread over your back.

It’s been so long, but when he holds you, it still feels familiar. It is still that comforting sensation of home, the return to your other half. But unlike before, Spencer’s enthusiasm grows the closer he becomes. His previous calculations had been altered, and this time there is nothing between you.

He pressed himself against you, still reserved, but not quite enough. It breaks your heart to say it, but you hiss in pain when the pressure becomes too much.

“Liiiiittle too tight there, Spencer.”

To your relief, he apologizes with a normal amount of shame. He does not immediately run to grab you ice, nor does he beat himself up for wanting to hold you. Instead, he loosened his grip enough that you could breathe, but otherwise stayed close. He took full advantage of the new proportions and hovered in front of you as close as he could without the accompanying guilt.

“Sorry,” he says again, although you get the feeling that he doesn’t regret it at all. “I got excited.”

“That’s alright,” you sigh as the pain starts to wane. You close your eyes, dropping your head forward and letting it rest against him. You place a hand against his chest, counting the excited heartbeats and wondering what it will feel like when you can press them against each other again.

But for now, you think aloud, “It feels nice.”

“Yeah,” he agrees, “it does.”

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spencersfunkysocks · 4 months

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Morning Shower

Summary: JJ looks irresistible after her workout so you decide to join her in the shower

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau x Fem!Reader

Category: Smut, Fluff

Content Warnings: (18+, minors DNI) showering together, heavy kissing, fingering, oral

Word count: 1.3k

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JJ was an incredibly attractive woman, there was no doubt about that. Those past few months you had seen her in all kinds of circumstances and not once did you think that she was anything less than absolutely flawless. It almost sounded cliché, but you found her especially alluring in times where she would expect it the least.

Right after waking up, when her eyes were barely open and her hair was messy, she looked like an angel to you. After long days of work with a subtle shadow under her eyes and her mascara a little smudged, she was still so, so beautiful.

And oh, when she came home after a workout, you could barely look at her without your cheeks heating up.

She had just entered your apartment after her morning run, her skin glistening with sweat and the swell of her chest still heaving. Her cheeks were tinted in a rosy shade and with the sun peeking through the windows, she almost looked like she was glowing.

You watched as she stretched her arms over her head. Unabashedly you let your eyes roam over her body, your sight lingering on her soft curves. She knew how much you enjoyed seeing her wearing sports clothes but she had no idea how quickly your thoughts turned indecent.

JJ caught your staring, a smirk forming on her face as she chirped, “Good morning!”

“Good morning, indeed. You look beautiful,” you cooed as you found her eyes.

“I’m all sweaty and gross,” she laughed as she walked towards your bathroom. “I need a shower.”

You listened to her footsteps as she disappeared from your sight and took the last sip of your coffee. When you heard her turn on the shower you decided that you could not hold back any longer. Every fiber of your body was yearning to feel her skin against yours.

When you stepped into the bathroom the glass of the shower had already steamed up but you could still see her outlines. As you let your clothes drop to the floor JJ seemed to have noticed your presence. She opened the glass door of the shower before you had a chance to touch the handle.

“I was hoping you’d join me,” she purred as you stepped in.

The sensation of the warm water against your skin shocked your whole system but it was nothing compared to the feeling of finally having JJ’s hands on you. You found her lips in a kiss that quickly deepened while your hands began wandering over her back.

Kissing her ignited a flame inside you only she could tame. Heat rushed through your entire body as your arousal began pooling between your legs. You broke the kiss only to turn her around and press your body into her back while your lips attached to her neck.

Your hands became curious as they moved over her breasts, washing away the soap she must have put on before you entered the shower. You were thorough in cleaning her, even long after any remains of her morning workout were washed away. Her skin felt so soft under your fingertips, it was almost surreal.

The sound of her moans as you played with the hardened peaks of her chest was addicting and you started to feel light-headed. One of her hands reached back until it could grab the flesh of your hips, making you sigh against her neck.

One of your hands remained on her chest while the other slowly descended down her body until your fingertips made contact with her silken folds. Her desire for you was almost dripping into your palm when you began moving your fingertips along her slit.

Her hips began grinding against your hand as you focussed on her most sensitive spot. It wasn’t enough for you though. You needed to worship her fully, wanted to experience all the glory her body had to offer.

“I need you, JJ,” you breathed against her neck before gently biting it.

“Then have me,” she sighed in response.

The confinements of the shower didn’t leave room for much movement but you still managed to turn her around again and push her against the cool tiles of the wall to make sure she wouldn’t slip. You kissed your way down her body until you were on your knees for her. Your hands wandered over her thighs as you placed feather-light kisses against her hip.

When your hand moved to the back of her thigh, she lifted one leg and placed it over your shoulder to give you better access. Without breaking eye-contact, you let your tongue glide through her crevice, collecting her arousal as if it was the last thing you were ever able to consume.

Her heady scent began clouding your mind as you explored her, almost as if you could imprint her uniqueness on your tongue. When JJ threw her head back against the wall, her hands fell to your hair, urging you where she needed you the most. Having her desperate to find relief was exciting you more than you could ever put in words.

You focussed your attention on her little pearl and were rewarded with her praise in the form of moans falling from her lips. Guiding her into an euphoric state was all that mattered to you then, even when your knees started to complain about the harshness of the tiled shower floor. Two of your fingers found her entrance and pushed into her, finding no resistance from her body.

When relief washed over JJ in waves, her entire body quivered as you felt her walls pulsing around your fingers. You guided her through her high with your tongue against her core until she tugged on your hair hard enough for you to let go of her. Still on your knees, you looked up and admired the goddess standing in front of you, her lips parted as she tried to catch her breath.

She reached out a hand for you to help you up before wrapping her arms around you. With your chests pressed together you could feel the accelerated pace of her heart drumming against her ribs and imagined it could somehow touch your own heart through those layers of skin and bone. After she had caught her breath, her lips found yours in a soft kiss while one of her hands made its way down your body. With your legs slightly parted, you granted her access to your delicate parts.

When she felt how much you desired her, she snickered, “Someone’s excited.”

“Can you blame me?” You giggled. “I mean, look at you!”

“I’d rather look at you,” she purred as she started to move her fingertips along your core.

And she did look at you, even when it became almost too much for you to keep your lids from closing. Her eyes always reminded you of the ocean, azure blue and mysterious. The depth of her irises made you feel like you could drown in the love she had for you.

“I love you,” you muttered before you lost your ability to form words.

“I love you, too.”

A gasp fell from your lips when her fingers entered you, moving rhythmically inside you just the way she knew you liked. It felt like you were floating, surrounded by the warm water pouring from the shower head and embraced by your lover, keen on guiding you into pure bliss.

“Come for me, my love,” she breathed.

And you did. Your hands grabbed her waist for balance when your body began shaking as she worked you through your climax. Before it became too much, she removed her hand from your center to place her arms around you instead.

JJ then began washing your body, carefully and with tender motions she rid you of the evidence of your arousal before you did the same for her. As you stepped out of the shower you dared to glance over JJ’s bare body one last time before handing her the towel, determined that morning showers like that would definitely have to become part of your Sunday routines from now on.

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