#like what was mgg eating

[ssaronance]

you expect me to believe that this is the same person

[sungwanns]

Obsessed with the fact that Spencer has the hand dexterity to knit this scarf, but can’t eat with chopsticks

[cumulo-stratus]

watching suburban gothic is so hard bc mggs character is a bit of an ass😭😭 like he's hot but also has an ugly ass outfit 😭😭

[rumplereids]

research purposes.

tags: spencer reid x reader. tech analyst!reader. mentions of 50 shades of grey. bau ladies are like gossiping wine moms. fluff & crack, bcos spencer has been thru enough already. referenced/mentioned sexual acts but nothing explicit. a/n: got inspired by aj cook implying mgg was reading 50 shades + the table read of cm where mgg’s name card was “matthew 50 shades of gray gubler” masterlist. requests are open !

The team is on the jet home from a consultation in San Francisco. Everybody’s either dozing off (Emily and Derek), eating (Rossi), or doing paperwork (Hotch, as usual). JJ is scrolling on her phone, catching up on the pictures and videos Will sent of Henry when she notices something very bizarre.

“Reid, are you reading 50 Shades of Grey?”

“Huh?” he looks up from the paragraph he was reading. Something about not making love and only fucking hard. Or whatever drivel he’s suffering for you.

“I didn’t peg you the type to be reading romance or erotica.”

“It’s for research.”

JJ quirks a brow Spencer doesn’t see. His eyes already returned to the book in his hands.

“Research? For Y/N?”

“Yep,” Spencer turns a page.

JJ continues to gape at him. She wants to press for more details, but with a shake of her head, decides she was better off not knowing the intricacies of the relationship of people she considers her siblings. No matter how baffled she is by the fact that Spencer Reid is reading 50 Shades of Grey, she doubts that she’d want to dip a toe in that rabbit hole. However, she has no qualms of bringing up this certain knowledge in the near future.

Spencer was in a rush to finish his case load for the day. It’s your day off, so he’s doing anything he can so that he can go home earlier than usual. With you out for the day, he can’t even pop into your office to bug you, talk your ear off, or have an impromptu make out session. It was so sad, really.

He’s down to his last three folders when Derek attempts to get his attention.

“Pst! Pretty boy,” Morgan whisper-yells.

“Yes?”

“How’s Y/N?”

Spencer’s a bit perplexed by the question. While it’s not unusual for Derek to worry about your well-being, he finds it a bit weird for Derek to be asking such a question at that exact moment. As far as he knows, you texted Derek 15 minutes ago about mold on the street that you insist looked like the aforementioned man. That was the last time Spencer talked to you as well.

“She’s fine. Enjoying her day off.”

There’s a big grin crawling across Derek’s face. Such a look on a man like Derek Morgan spelled trouble. He looks like he knows something that Spencer doesn’t. Spencer’s starting to get cautious.

“Anything exciting happened to you guys this weekend?” Derek asks with that shit-eating, I-know-something-you-don’t-know grin.

Spencer raises a brow.

“Not much. The usual,” Spencer flips a page in his file.

Morgan hums, “Ah, yes. The usual.”

Spencer looks up at Derek, perplexed. Having no idea what in the world Morgan is trying to get to.

“Late night?” Derek continues. Spencer shuts the folder in his hands.

“Are you trying to insinuate something?”

“I don’t know, am I?”

Spencer rolls his eyes and returns his attention to his work. Completely ignoring the chuckles coming from Morgan.

A few days later, Spencer is making his second cup of coffee at the office kitchenette, bracing himself for another round of paperwork when he hears somebody rush into the room. He turns from the counter to see you, flushed and embarrassed?

“Hey, darling—”

“Why did Penelope ask me how it’s like to have my own Christian Grey?”

“What?” Spencer puts his mug down to turn his full attention on you.

“She barged into my office, asking me what kind of BDSM we’re into!” you devolve into a sort of whisper-yell, eyes shifting as to check if there were other people around. The two of you were alone in the area.

“Why would she ask that?”

“I don’t know? Something about you researching BDSM for me?”

Spencer shuts his eyes in realization, “JJ.”

“JJ? What’s she got to do with this?”

“A week ago, on the jet home from San Francisco. I was reading 50 Shades of Grey.”

You take a pause, “You read 50 Shades? I thought you said it was complete nonsense?”

“My opinion hasn’t changed on that. But I overheard you and Garcia giggling over the movie’s actor… I wanted to see what it was all about.” He tries to be nonchalant with what he’s saying. You completely melt into a puddle.

“Oh, Spence. That is the cutest and sweetest thing that has ever happened to me.”

Spencer blushes red at the comment. All these years together, and you never fail to make him feel so lovestruck and bashful.

He clears a throat, “The BDSM in the book is so atrocious. Have you read it? Or are you only interested in the movie?”

“Just the movie,” you say with a grin.

“Their lack of communication is astounding. It’s completely far off from the BDSM we’re into.”

There’s a gasp behind you. You turn to see Garcia at the entryway of the kitchenette, one mug in hand, the other hand pressed against her chest.

“Oh , I knew it. Ya’ll nasty.”

“Penelope—” you start to speak. She cuts you off.

“I didn’t believe JJ at first when she said Spencer was reading 50 Shades for research. I mean, really, Spencer Reid and BDSM? Never thought to correlate those two things ever in my life,” Penelope rambles, and then mid-thought, she turns to you, “So you do have your own Christian Grey! That’s so sexy— I don’t think that’s the right word considering it’s Reid—” this earns a snort from the man watching amused, standing against the counter, “Have you recreated any scenes from the books?”

“Penelope!” you say, aghast.

“I mean, if Spencer’s using 50 Shades to spice up your sexy times then—”

Spencer begins to laugh. You turn to face him, in disbelief that he can laugh at your mortification.

“Trust me, Penelope,” he says, “we don’t need 50 Shades to spice up our sex lives.”

“Spencer!” You can’t believe the words coming out of his mouth right now. Penelope looks as if she’s hearing the greatest gossip scandal the world has ever produced.

“50 Shades is tame compared to us.”

“What?!” a third voice enters the conversation. Emily and JJ enter the kitchenette. Emily looked a bit confused, JJ looks just about ready to shit on you too.

You hide your face in your hands, trying to hide away from Spencer’s laughter. Emily, JJ, and Penelope start to bounce comments and choice words between the three of them. You hear words such as ‘unbelievable’, ‘kinky’, and the real kicker, ‘Dr. Reid will see you now’. You want to dig yourself into a hole.

Hands grip your hips, squeezing in silent comfort. Without removing your hands from your face, you mumble, “This is all your fault.” Spencer laughs once more, hands squeezing your hips one more time before he turns to pick up his coffee mug.

He moves to leave the kitchen, turning to you with a smug look on his face before he says, “Laters, baby.”

You refuse to acknowledge the three ladies descending on you like a pack of wolves.

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[rynwritesreid]

MunchSpencer, stressed bau reader 😉 do ur thing

A/N: I will absolutely do my thing for you iluvreid. Did I base this of that video of MGG eating that pie? Yes. Do I think about that video daily? Yes. Also to answer somebody else’s questions, I am planning on writing Luke fics in the future, and I do take Rossi requests (I take all requests that are to do with CM). I am also working through everyone’s else’s request, I’m waiting for some inspiration on the song ones :) As always jag älskar dig 🫶🏼

Content: Smut and Fluff. Fem! Reader. Overstimulation. Oral (F! receiving). Vaginal fingering. Slight dom/sub undertones. Mentions of doing this at work in the future. Munch! Spencer. Pet names (princess). A little argument to start of with, but it’s resolved quickly.

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Spencer had noticed how you were acting at work; he knew all the signs of you being stressed out. He tried his hardest to de-stress you at work, he had brought you all of your favourite snacks, he made sure you had plenty of water and coffee, but none of this seemed to be working.

 

Once you were both at home, he tried to ask you what was wrong, but you just shrugged him off, asking him to just leave you alone for a minute. “I’m not going to leave you alone; I know something is wrong. Just tell me.” His voice was strained, he was becoming frustrated, not with you, but because he didn’t know what to do.

 

“Spencer, back off. Nothing is wrong, I’ve told you. I’m just tired.” You bite back at him. You knew he was trying to be helpful, but you just wanted some piece of quiet.

 

“Something is wrong, why aren’t you telling me? Let me help you out here.” Spencer's voice softened as he watched the frustration etched on your face. He understood that his insistence might have been adding to your stress, but he couldn't bear to see you in pain. With a sigh, he took a step closer and gently wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a warm embrace.

 

"I'm sorry if I'm coming across as pushy. I just hate seeing you like this, and I want to be there for you," he whispered against your hair, his fingers slowly rubbing soothing circles on your back. Spencer knew what would help him out if he was stressed, and he knew it would also work on you.

 

See, Spencer’s favourite place was to be in-between your legs. If he could, he would spend every hour, of every day there, exploring every inch of your body, losing himself in the pleasure he found there. He cherished the way you moaned his name, the way your legs would tremble as he brought you to the edge of ecstasy.

 

His hands continued their caress, moving lower down your back until they reached the curve of your hips. He could feel the tension in your body slowly melting away as his touch seeped into your pores, bringing warmth and comfort. The rhythm of his movements matched the beating of your heart, steady and reassuring.

 

"I know you're tired, but maybe... just maybe, I can help you relax," Spencer murmured, his voice laced with a mixture of gentleness and desire. He guided you towards the bedroom, with every intention of not letting you leave until you were totally relaxed.

 

As he undressed you with utmost care, his fingertips brushed against your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Spencer's touch was like a delicate dance. His lips followed suit, pressing soft kisses along the path his hands had taken.

 

You found yourself surrendering to his ministrations, allowing the weight of the world to be lifted from your shoulders as pleasure consumed you. The stress that had plagued you all day melted away under the skilled touch of your lover.

 

The bed welcomed you both, its soft sheets cradling your bodies as Spencer continued his exploration. He knew every inch of you, every secret spot that drove you wild with desire. His mouth found its way to your neck, peppering it with butterfly kisses before trailing down to your collarbone.

 

A sigh escaped your lips, mingling with a gasp of pleasure as Spencer's tongue danced across your skin. The knots in your muscles unravelled as his hands glided over your body, burning away any remnants of stress. Your breath hitched as his lips descended further, leaving a trail of wet kisses along your chest, pausing to pay special attention to your sensitive breasts.

 

Spencer's touch was both tender and insistent, his fingers tracing patterns of desire across your skin. He knew exactly how to coax pleasure from your body, each stroke and caress tailored to elicit the most exquisite sensations. With every passing moment, the weight on your shoulders lifted, replaced by a growing sense of bliss that radiated from deep within.

 

Lust and love intertwined as Spencer's mouth found its way to the apex of your thighs. His tongue teased and taunted, sending electric currents of pleasure through your veins. Waves of heat cascaded through you, building with each flicker and swirl until they crashed over you in a tidal wave of ecstasy.

 

Your moans filled the room, mingling with Spencer's own growls of desire as he revelled pleasure. His movements became more urgent, his tongue delving deeper, coaxing louder cries of satisfaction from your lips. You clutched onto his hair, your fingers tangling in the soft strands as you rode the waves of pleasure that consumed you.

 

Spencer’s hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as he devoured you with an intensity that left you gasping for breath. Your hips were instinctively rocking against his skilled mouth, grinding against his face in search of more.

 

Spencer's touch was relentless, his tongue and lips working tirelessly to ensure your pleasure knew no bounds. The sensation of his mouth on you, the wet heat, and the flicks of his tongue, sent sparks of electricity coursing through your veins. Your walls clenched around nothing as your body convulsed in bliss.

 

But Spencer didn’t plan on stopping now, he was never satisfied if he only made you cum once. And now, more than ever, he was going to continue, he knew you needed it, and he knew he wanted it.

 

Soon enough, his fingers joined his mouth slipping inside you with a precision that left you trembling. You hadn’t been able to come down from your first orgasm, and now you were soaring even higher. The dual sensation of his mouth and fingers brought you to the brink of another climax within moments. Every stroke, every flick, and every curl of his fingers sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

You lost all sense of time and space, consumed by the pleasure that coursed through every fibber of your being. Your mind became a haze of pure desire as Spencer continued to bring you to new heights with every stroke, every flick of his tongue.

 

Spencer's movements became more insistent, his fingers moving with an urgency that matched the burning need in your core. Each stroke sent shockwaves through you, intensifying the pleasure that consumed you. Your breath came in ragged gasps as you teetered on the edge of yet another mind-shattering orgasm.

 

He paused, giving you a slight break. “Are you feeling better now, princess?”

 

You lay there, panting heavily, your body still trembling from the intense pleasure that Spencer had just bestowed upon you. Your mind was hazy, your senses heightened, and a sense of tranquillity washed over you. The stress that had weighed you down seemed to have dissipated, replaced by a deep sense of satisfaction.

 

You turned to look at Spencer, his face glowing with adoration as he admired the aftermath of his ministrations. A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you nodded, the words caught momentarily in your throat.

 

"Yes," you finally managed to rasp out, your voice laced with awe and gratitude. "I feel... incredible."

 

Spencer's eyes sparkled with delight as he took in your response. He gently caressed your cheek, his touch feather-light against your flushed skin.

 

"Good," he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness. "That's all I wanted."

 

“I think I should get stressed more often.”

 

Spencer chuckled softly, his fingers trailing lazily along your side. "If getting stressed means, I get to relieve your tension like this, then I might have to start causing trouble on purpose."

 

You playfully swatted his chest, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "Oh, so you're admitting that you enjoy being the cause of my stress?"

 

His lips curled into a smirk as he leaned down to capture yours in a lingering kiss.

 

“No, I’m admitting that I love hearing your moans, and it took all my might not to do this at work, but I can’t let the rest of the team hear how you moan for me. Those noises are for my ears only.”

 

Your heart raced at his words, a delicious mixture of desire and anticipation coursing through your veins. You had always known that Spencer had a playful side, but this level of raw intimacy was something new and exhilarating.

 

With a mischievous glint in your eyes, you leaned in closer, your lips mere inches from his as you whispered, "Well then, Agent Reid, I guess we'll have to find somewhere at work no one would be able to hear us”.

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: Face Sitting w/ Daryl Dixon

a/n: yet another fanfic that hasn't been prewritten! anywho, i don't really have anything to say today besides i love you guys and thank you for all the love that you all are sending me! i really do appreciate it!

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Daryl couldn't really tell you when just being close to you wasn't enough. When he felt a deep, rabid need to be near you, on you, inside you, to just simply be suffocated by you, you, you.

It wasn't like your intimate life was stale, if anything, it was anything but, but being fucked by you just wasn't enough.

"Gotta taste ya." He panted against your lips, hands frantically shooting to the band of your pants. "Okay," You panted. "Okay, okay, okay." You repeated to yourself breathlessly, hurriedly flopping on your back and shimmying your tattered jeans and panties down your wide, plush hips.

You laid there, legs spread, needy and waiting.

"What are you doing?" You asked incredulously. "I-" His words caught in his throat. "Not like tha'..." He trailed off, eyes slipping down to your soaking center, your labia shining with your arousal.

"Like what then?"

"Want ya to sit on my face." He confessed nervously. 

Your eyebrows shot up, your eyes widening in the process as you took in your anxious boyfriend. Sure, the idea of crushing him made you skeptical, but it wasn't common for Daryl to outright state what he wants. 

"Sure." You agreed with a reassuring smile.

Daryl looked at you like the sun shined out of your ass, the mixed emotion of relief and excitement present on his face as you maneuvered onto his body. He scooted down, his back now against the mattress as you placed yourself on his chest. "Tell me if I smother you, okay?" You asked. 

He nodded, "I will." He won't.

Descending further up, your juices smeared onto his lips, as if coaxing him to eat the devil's fruit. 

He couldn't wait any longer, and in his haste his arms wrapped around your full, succulent thighs and pulled you down, fully seating you on his face. You yelped in surprise, but it quickly melted into a moan as your hand shot down to grip his long, brunette strands.

"Daryl…" You whimpered. You could feel your legs quivering around his head with every stroke of his tongue up your sensitive slit, the muscle caressing your clit gently.

Unwrapping his arms from around your thighs, his large, callused hands gripped your hips, dragging your cunt up and down his tongue.

"Fuck!" You cried, your hesitancy quickly melting away as you began grinding on your own accord. You let your hands settle over his to help give yourself a better grip to chase your orgasm, rocking back and forth.

"There!" You breathed, your head falling back. "Right there, D. Don't stop!" He groaned in response, the vibrations of his timbre voice shooting up your spine and forcing a shiver from your nerves.

His nose bumped your clit, his wet muscle buried deep inside of your needy, clenching cunt, massaging your velvety walls with an eager fervor of a man starved.

"I'm- I'm!" Before you could finish, you were cumming, legs shaking and quivering around his head. Your hips bucked and moved wildly, working yourself through your end as the tenseness in your stomach loosened.

Your chest heaved, lungs begging for air as you lifted yourself off of Daryl.

"Shit, D. Are you okay?" You asked breathlessly, looking at his reddened, and slick soaked face. 

"I think-" His voice was raspy and broken. "I jus' saw heaven."

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[mggsv]

Father’s Day

afab!reader x mgg (fluff) (18+)

SORRY ITS LIKE 3 DAYS LATE

- NOTICE !! [Afab] and [F] reader are two different things! [Afab] does not indicate that the reader is female !

summary: You give Matthew a father’s day gift

warnings: early morning cunt eating, cute fluff that makes me wanna pull my hair out

“Happy Father’s Day.” it was the first thing you said, waking up to Matthew (who was already up) in bed. He was watching Tv, sitting crisscrossed on the bed with the remote in his hand. When he heard what you said, he looked over at your relaxed body, half asleep. He looked at you in confusion for a second before laughing.

“Father’s Day?” he asks, and you nod sitting up. “Happy Father’s Day Matt.” you stretch your arms and yawn.

“I’m not a father.” he says, you snort, “You would be by now if i haven’t swallowed them all.” he laughs even harder, turning a slight shade of red.

“Well, thank you baby.” he opens his arms, in which you gladly crawled over to snuggle into. He pecks your forehead, trying to move further towards your lips. “nu-uh i just woke up, my breath stinks.”

“What? no it doesn’t. Let me smell-“ he lays you flat out on the bed, earning a small yelp from you as you tried to push him away.

“Matt no- Stop it!” you belt out a laugh. He chuckles against your cheek, kissing softly.

“Happy father’s day.” you laugh out again, earning a smile from your boyfriend, who sits up with his hand resting on your hip. His thumb circled it while he stared down at you with those beautiful eyes, “Do i have a gift at least since it’s such a special day?” he asks

You shake your head and roll over on your stomach, grabbing the pillow you slept on. “Nope, now let’s go back to bed.” You yawn, closing your eyes.

Matthew chuckles, hands snaking up the back of your thighs. They stop at the hem of your shorts before he leans down near your ear and kissing it.

“That doesn’t feel like sleeping.” You yawn, raising your hips so he could slide the shorts off.

“Who would sleep on such a special day? I’m celebrating.”

“I take it back..” you groan, feeling his fingers toy with the hem of your underwear. he kisses you sweetly on your temple. “Too late.” Matthew pulls down your underwear to your thighs, spreading your legs just a bit to see your sex glisten in the early morning light. You hear him groan just a little, all the while kissing down your face.

“Is this what we’re gonna to be doing all day?” you close your eyes. Matthew chuckles, fingers circling your sex, coating his fingers in your slick. You let out a small shuddering breath, Matthew’s finger teasing your hole. It slipped in..out..like him the night before while you two showered. “I wouldn’t mind.” He answers, pulling his fingers away to suck on them.

“lift your hips for me?” he gets in between your legs. You coo at how cute Matthew was. You really loved him- he worked a lot, but he always made the time for you two, and it always worked out.

You lift your hips (with Matthew’s guided help) and he taps your ass cheek as a thanks. He slid your underwear the rest of the way off, too. You breath a sigh of relief, relaxing into the pillow as you finally felt the soft kiss of his pink lips against your folds. He takes his time lapping at you, sucking every now and then while drinking up your slick that evenly coated his chin. Matthew hummed almost quietly, taking your bud between his lips to pull at.

“mm..” you whimper, brows furrowed while your face buried into the pillow. Matthew always enjoyed eating you out..hell, he’d prefer it over food if it meant spending time with you. His tongue flicked your bud while his lips wrapped tightly around it. “Matt-“ you throbbed in his mouth, your thighs trying to close. He kept them open with a hand gripping right below your cheek. He mumbled something that you couldn’t make out, his lips pulling off before they were back on you again.

Matthew pulled back to admire his work. You were throbbing, sensitive from his mouth. Your def was coated in slick, your hole clenching at the absence of Matthew’s tongue. Your body gives him, your hips falling onto the bed beneath you. You panted against the pillow but was soon rolled over onto your back by Matthew.

He chuckled and smiled down at you while he took off his shorts, cock springing free in an instant.

“Happy father’s day.” you wink up at him, spreading your legs

[love-fictional-ppl]

Puddles

Summary: rainy days with Spencer Reid

Pairings: Spencer Reid x GN!reader

Warnings: language, Just lots of fluff and sum angst in between, Spencer’s random love for jello, fire(for a candle), reader has a nightmare about Spencer dying, mentions of firearms, use of babe, prolly more.

A/N: I’m in love with MGG and me nd him have the same initials so it means he likes me back😍. Not Proofread!

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It sounded liked pebbles were hitting the windows, the rain was coming down hard. The day had a tranquil calm to it. A Beatles record played softly on the record player.

Spencer sat curled in a sweater on the couch, you know he stole from you but he denied, reading an old book you would never be able to comprehend. Fresh tea sat steaming on the coffee table, made about five minutes ago by you.

Leaning forward and curling his fingers around the cup, Spencer raised the tea to his lips and drank.

You couldn’t help feeling the urge to do something, despite the weather.

“Spence, you wanna do something?” You asked, sitting next to him.

Spencer shut his book and set it on the table next to his tea, he faced you giving his full attention. “Like what?” He asked, curious to your antics.

“A couple things.” You responded with a smirk. Spencer raised his eyebrow. “You’re taking vacation time, right?”

Spencer nodded his head urging you to continue. Thunder crackled from above, shaking the entire building.

“Ok, put on some boots and a jacket.” You smiled from ear to ear now.

You both took a minute to pull yourselves together, Spencer looked like he was prepared for an avalanche which you found amusing. You grabbed Spencer’s left hand with your right and pulled him down the steps of your apartment building.

Once you came outside you just had to admire the sounds and the sight in front of you. The rain poured violently but the air was warm so the water cooled your skin soothingly. You decided to ditch your coat in the entrance of the building. Traffic seemed to have forgotten to exist, only able to hear the cars passing a few blocks over.

The open road was littered with puddles. You grinned like a child and ran over to the biggest puddle you could spot and start splashing. You started laughing, lost in the moment.

Spencer stood at the sidewalk just admiring how beautiful and care free you look. He couldn’t help the smile on his face even if he wanted to. You were soaking wet yet you seemed oblivious to it.

“Come on! Join me!” You yelled at your boyfriend, well aware of his staring.

Spencer walked over to you and you grabbed both his bands in yours and you started jumping around in the puddles together. You both looked like idiots no doubt, but neither of you could find it in you to care.

A few times people with umbrellas walked past and looked at the two of you strangely. You were laughing so hard that you fell over, cursing on your way down, Spencer laughed loudly and helped you up.

After about a hour of your fooling around, you both decided to go inside. You changed out of your soggy clothes, while Spencer took a shower you cleaned up the living room area. You decided to grab two plastic spoons off the counter and some Jello cups from the fridge for you and Spencer’s lunch.

Spencer eventually emerged from the shower, his hair was dripping as he ran a comb through it. He walked over to the couch.

Spotting the treat on the table Spencer’s eyes light up, “Jello! my favorite!”

You laughed at his fascination for the gelatin. Spencer sat down and plucked one of the cups from its spot along with a spoon. Peeling the plastic off both items, Spencer then dug in and practically inhaled the orange Jello. You had grabbed a variety of colors, except for green jello which Spencer refused to eat.

Grabbing a candle off a shelf, you walk over to one of the window sills where you keep matches. You pull a match from the box and light the wick of the candle letting a cinnamon fragrance fill the air.

You sit next down next to your lanky boyfriend, much like earlier, though this time you reach and grab yourself a jello and spoon. Once you and Spencer are both done chowing down on the colorful desserts you both sit in a peaceful silence.

“Want to build a blanket fort?” Spencer asks with a childish glint in his eyes.

“Is that even a question?” You respond, smiling.

Without saying a word, you both start grabbing supplies. Spencer grabbed dozens of blankets and quilts you both kept in your shared bedroom. You grabbed several pillows to cushion the area as well as books off the living room bookshelf. Working as a team, you both start pinning blankets down with the thick books.

After what you would estimate 20 minutes, you had a comfortable looking fort for you to cuddle in. Spencer went and grabbed snacks while you settled in and decided what to watch. You found an old Disney movie and waited for Spencer’s return.

Returning from the kitchen, arms full of snacks and juices, Spencer struggled to carry everything over to the little set up you two created. You got up and grabbed some things from his arms, helping him set things down and organize the tiny mess that had been created.

You and Spencer then settled in, you lied with his head on your chest and watched the movie. You grabbed a Capris Sun from the coffee table which you had moved earlier on.

During the film, you and Spence would have side conversations and make jokes. You played with his hair enjoying the moment.

Before you knew it, the movie was over. Spencer fetched the remote and put on some old black and white silent film. You went back and forth saying what you thought the characters were, making horrible British accents in the process.

The movie hadn’t even finished before Spencer fell asleep, you shortly after. You were just about to be completely token over by sleep when you felt Spencer wrap his arms around you. You snuggled yourself further into his chest, consumed by him and the sweet bliss of sleep.

Your dreams weren’t as pleasant as the day, you had a nightmare about Spencer.

In your “dream” you were placing a freshly made bowl of Jello in the fridge. Shutting the fridge after, you head to the sink to wash the dishes. A knock on the door unfocuses you from your tasks.

You were expecting Spencer. ‘He must have forgot his key, again’, you thought to yourself. You smile and open the door, ready for the embrace. Instead your met with two rather sad looking faces belonging to JJ and Morgan.

“I’m so sorry-“ JJ began, but you cut her off.

“Where’s Spence?” Your smile had became a nervous one, in denial of the obvious news. Your ears started ringing.

“During the case we were working, the unsub…Spencer confronted… pulled his firearm…” Derek explained the events but you drowned most of it out.

You couldn’t take it anymore, you curled in a ball on the floor and sobbed. The pair rushed towards but you heard Spencer calling your name, suddenly you woke up.

Opening your eyes you exactly who you wanted. You tackled him in a hug and started crying. He held onto you, startled, but ready to comfort. He rubbed your back soothingly and rocked you both back and forth gently.

Regaining control of yourself, you take in the state of your shared apartment. The living room looked like it had been perfectly cleaned all except for where you slept. You smelt burning pancakes.

“Hey, babe?” You ask, still being held by your still very worried boyfriend.

Spencer pulled away so he could look at you.

“Breakfast is burning.”

Spencer seemed alarmed at the realization and ran towards the Kitchen. You decided to get up and go brush your teeth while Spencer handled that fiasco.

You still thought about your nightmare, it was too real. You spat toothpaste in the sink and rinsed your mouth before returning to the living room.

You folded the blanket you slept with and put the pillow on the sofa. Spencer appeared about 15 minutes later, sitting next to you.

“Do you want to talk about your nightmare?” Spencer didn’t want to pry information out of you, but he also didn’t want you to bottle your feelings.

“You got shot,” you teared up. “JJ and Derek came here to tell me you were-“ you choked on a gasp.

Spencer pulled you into his chest and rubbed your back soothingly, “Shhh. It was a nightmare. I’m still here.”

You listened to his words and his heart beating. You knew obviously it was just a dream, but you couldn’t get over the realness of it. How it was possible for an unsub to take him from you.

Shutting your eyes, you forced all the negative thoughts out of your head. You took a few deep breaths and regained your composure.

Spencer pulled away from you, “Pancakes are a tad burnt, but there’s eggs, bacon, toast.”

Your stomach growled hearing the different names. Both of you chuckled at the noise. You leant forward and gave Spencer a kiss, “Mmm. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Spencer replied against your lips.

You walked together over to the kitchen still smelling of smoke. You grab two plates and hand Spencer his, you both go to work of filling the dishes with food.

After grabbing both your fills and beverages, you sit opposite of each other at the table. You both eat and discuss the plans of the days to come. Discussing what books to read, what vinyls to purchase, etc. You knew in that moment you didn’t care about what could happen, simply what was happening in the present.

* .♡ *:･ﾟ✧ ⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆ * .♡ *:･ﾟ✧ ⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

A/N: I’m back frm the dead nd this has been in the drafts for awhile. Also idk wtf happened with this bc it started as something supposed to be wholesome but then I got stoned nd added angst ig 😭

[imagining-in-the-margins]

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Screen: Spencer wears his heart in many places.

Anticipation: Spencer gives Reader their first kiss.

Birthday Wish: Spencer is sad he can’t reach you on his birthday.

Strawberry Mentos: Spencer and Reader share sweets and something else.

At Ease: Spencer comes home to his partner and finds them still asleep.

The Only Exception: Reader is only just beginning to believe in love again.

Sweet Tooth: Spencer and Reader celebrate the anniversary of graduating their eating disorder recovery program.

Adagio: Post-Prison Spencer learns to take things slow.

Fast Car: Reader drives a sleepy Spencer home.

Multifaceted: Reader interrogates a witness. Spencer can’t believe what he sees.

Piece of Paper: Spencer and Reader discuss Autism evaluations.

Tipsy: Spencer can’t handle his liquor, or how much he loves Reader.

Bruises: (16+) The team is concerned when Reader shows up with bruises on their neck.

A Curious Pair: (16+) Emily and JJ find a curious piece of clothing in the women’s locker room. Spencer thinks he might know who it belongs to.

Father Figure: Spencer discusses daddy issues. His boss, who is also his girlfriend’s father, has a question.

Viral Video: Someone recognizes Spencer and Reader from a viral video.

Lavender: Spencer is no stranger to headaches, and he tries to help however he can.

Stardust: Reader lost someone very important to them. Spencer helps them through a particularly dark moment of grief.

A Desert Bloom: Reader has never liked cacti. Spencer finally finds out why.

Pyrotechnics: Reader has a hard time on Fourth of July, and Spencer makes them fall in love with fireworks again.

Favorite Person: Reader just needs a little extra reassurance sometimes.

Storm: Reader has a panic attack.

Clean Shaven: Reader helps Spencer shave after prison.

Life’s Pleasures: Spencer struggles with some side effects of his medication after prison.

NSFW BELOW, MINORS DNI

Birthday in Bed: It’s Reader’s birthday, and Spencer is her present.

Post Coital Dysphoria: Spencer comforts Reader after sex.

Impatient: Spencer can’t wait until you get home.

Saint Valentine: Spencer spends Valentine’s Day with Reader.

Liqueur of You: Spencer goes down on Reader for the first time.

Speaking in Tongues: Spencer translates a movie for you. Things get a little tense.

Clean Lovin': Spencer and Reader have sex in the shower.  

Peaches & Cream: Spencer can’t get enough of you.

NSFW Alphabet: A character study on Spencer.

Handle With Care: Reader gets hurt during sex.

Morning Reverie: Spencer wakes Reader for a sleepy, early morning tryst.

Bibliophile: Spencer and Reader have sex in the library.

Oral Presentation: Spencer teaches Reader what to do when she’s on her knees.

Instinct: Spencer explains the biological phenomenons as he causes Reader to experience them.

Hard at Work: Spencer can’t seem to speak straight or sit still during a zoom meeting.

Handiwork: Spencer gets his first handjob.

Easy Access: Spencer is insecure about wearing shorts.

[nereidprinc3ss]

reid being an asshole in part 4????????????? omg, baby you have me in a CHOKEHOLD and eating by your hand. i love how everyone is hating on maeve BDBDBSNSJDOF since i asked for your thoughts, it just never made sense. being myself a little bit like spencer and a total whore for books, i would never give my books to anyone. i’m super possessive about them and if they have my annotations on them or quotes…my god no no no. that can never happen. she even kinda dressed like him?? looked so forced to me. +++ i love it so much when your spencer always goes like ‘Jesus fucking christ’ you can’t do that to me, i am so WEAK.????? I have a very controversial opinion, while i’m in love with spence, please know that i’m genuinely terrified of MGG. Because HOW, like seriously, HOW can someone be that extroverted?? The way my introvert self would be intimidated by him if given the chance of meeting him, I would probably run away. I just can’t

But

That’s just me………………..

oh my god no being afraid of mgg is so real…. i can say with confidence if i saw him in public i wouldn’t go up to him. partially cause ive always felt like going up to a random person you don’t know and inserting yourself into their day and asking to take a PICTURE w them is weird?? like even if they’re famous?? but like w mgg he seems to genuinely adore meeting fans. like that man just LOVES PEOPLE. but i don’t😭 i am SO SO awkward like painfully awkward and especially knowing the vile things i have said about that man on the internet and the disgusting thoughts ive had about him like nahhh i would look so guilty talking to him. but if we met in another lifetime i genuinely think i would get along with mgg SO WELL!!!! we have very similar senses of humor and we’re both weird and insanely talented and good looking and we both know what it’s like to be the funniest person in the room…….. we’re soulmates but unfortunately we’ve been separated by time and circumstance :( but im dead serious i just know we would get along so well if given the opportunity and i feel that way about VERY few celebrities and very few people in general but something in my soul just knows it to be true. and also i think i could lowkey pull him if the year was 2013 and the universe was exactly the same except ali michael was me and not ali michael. like it’s me with my face and personality but i lead her life. does that make sense? i need this to be true more than i need air to breathe btw

[unhonest-iago]

Some whump/whump-adjacent stuff I liked before knowing what whump is.

Most of Criminal Minds, specifically Spencer’s character. The Tobias Hankel storyline + the ep. where he gets anthrax. That and some of the unsubs. Then the one marionette episode that was of course directed by MGG. But also Penelope shooting the one guy to protect Spencer.

There was this one Dan & Phil fic on Wattpad where one of them gets the other flowers & places them as a table centerpiece; sweet peas. And the other has a panic attack, not cause of the flowers themselves but b/c a toxic ex used to call him sweet pea as a pet name. Think the fic was even called sweet pea.

[Edit; Found it again while looking for the clips to make into gifs.]

There was also this one book I read eons ago w/ an unreliable narrator where you're following her along, thinking she eats, sleeps, and breathes being a participant in experimental studies. But towards the end, it's revealed that she's in a psych ward as a mentally ill patient. All the studies you've been tagging along with as the reader was simply a form of psychosis for this character. I unfortunately don't remember the name of it.

I think the movie is Disturbia (2007) but basically the main guy’s on house arrest & is a peeping tom towards his neighbor. And through this, he also finds out that another neighbor is a murderer. But there’s this one chase scene towards the end that’s just ingrained in my memory.

The episode of Outlander where Roger is reliving the hanging as a form of ptsd and it's just a black and white silent film. And later on, Roger stops Ian from killing himself. Also that show is just chalk full of whump.

The tragedy that is Jinx & Viktor characters in arcane. When Jinx ties Silco and Vi up at the dinner table and is monologuing about how Silco wasn't the one to create Jinx—Vi was. + Jinx using the punching game that she used to watch Vi do all the time. When Viktor gets desperate and ends up injecting himself with shimmer.

[halamet-chalamet]

Helloo!!! I saw you do the mgg/dpencer reid ship, and said Why not give it a go?

I am 5'3, short fluffy brunette hair kind of gal. My friends tell me my eyes are the "dead eye" shape. They are the color Green Tail btw.

I wouldn't say I am skinny, but I am in the middle, curvy maybe, but not skinny or mid-size.

I am an extrovert, always seeking for adventure and making new friends. I am loud and energetic most of the time. I can be very dramatic, but also fairly realistic. I am like the mom friend, always talking for others and taking care. I am sarcastic and try to put humor in things. Its just how I cope. I also have anxiety, but it is not that bad now, it used to eat me alive, but now it only catches me when there is something very stressful.

My hobbies are drawing and painting. Gifted child moment here. I also play the guitar and sing. Reading is also something I like to do.

But fairly, i HATE maths and physics, also the heat.

I adore animals, I havw a big ol cat myself. I like the rain, binge warching shows and definitely sleeping..

My mom would call my style sometimes boyish and sometimes classy. I love wearing baggy clothes but I also love wearing tight clothes. Bright colors ans mute colors..

Thats all ig, I hope you have a nice day and I send you all my ❤️

Thank you for sending me all your ❤️ I’m having a nice day :) you sound awesome by the way! I’m going to do you and Spence <3

Alright sis

You gotta drag Spence a little bit out of his comfort zone to do some adventurous things with you

Let’s be fair he is in the FBI and loves the adrenaline rush

But he’s also always on the lookout being really cautious

So you gotta help him be a tad more carefree to go on adventures with you!!!

When you and Spencer get together Morgan starts calling you both mom and dad

It’s clear you’re the mom friend which just makes Spencer honorary dad friend (besides Hotch ofc ofc)

It takes Spence a little while to get used to your sarcasm but he does eventually and you guys can go back and forth forever!

Especially after all our boys trauma he needs some coping humor

He’s so proud of you for overcoming some of your anxiety

You guys can help each other!

When you’re overly stressed he’ll do a great job of calming you and your anxieties down

And it goes the other way around

You sound super caring so I’m sure you would provide great comfort for Spence after a bad case or seeing/ thinking of his parents.

Art datessssss

He wants to paint with you

Man’s wants to draw with you

He’s better at drawing because his line work is really good :)

Wants to hear you sing and play guitar!!

Gives you books he wants you to read! And loves to see your monthly book picks!

Let’s be honest here

He doesn’t understand your hate for math

“It’s vital to our very existence!” Is what he likes to tell you when you complain about math (because math sucks)

He for real hits you with random math facts at some point just to see you get slightly annoyed. He thinks it’s cute

I stand by this next statement no matter what

SPENCER LOVES CATS

He is a cat person

Looooves them

He loves your cat!! And tries to pick it up and gives you cute cat facts! *cue awwww track*

Spencer will almost never pick a show unless it’s Star Trek or Dr Who

So he sits and binges with you whatever show you’re watching at the moment

He also analyzes the characters and can predict what’s going to happen sooo easy

But he doesn’t spoil it if you don’t want him to

He’s down for your eclectic fashion

And honestly always gets a little excited to see what you’re wearing this time

Sometimes he even tries to find an outfit to match the colors you’re wearing that day

Cute couples stuff I hope you enjoy <33 you sound like a fun person!!

[imaginesbymonika]

Viral Video

Pairing: Matthew Gray Gubler x Reader

Warnings: fluff, and comedy

Plot: Matty has a crush crush and the universe listened <3

Song to listen to while reading:

It was nothing new… celebrities having crushes on each other. Ellen, for example, made a whole game out of that on her show titled ‘Who’d you rather’ and even fans were so-called ‘shipping’ cast members with each other on the internet.

So when Matthew Gray Gubler began to talk about his ‘tiny’ crush on the actress Y/N whenever interviewers asked him with whom he’d like to work with in the future, you could nearly hear the keyboards of fanfiction-writers in the distance.

Matthew had a crush on her since - well, forever, and her name (strangely enough) also happened to come up more and more afterward.

It came up so often that fans not only cached upon it rather fast but also made compilation videos titled “MGG mentioning Y/N Y/L/N during interviews like it’s a sport” or “ Y/N being mentioned by Matthew like she’s his long lost lover from before war” - never having to use the same clips twice.

She smiles, as she looks into the camera. Her arms lean on the board. “Hi, my name is Y/N Y/L/N-“, the young woman says and smiles:” And this is my autocomplete- what’s it called again?” She asks looking at the people behind the camera, acting confused, and when a voice adds:” Autocomplete interview.” She chuckles before winking at the camera:” I was joking, I wanted you to complete my sentence.”

For a while, the interview went by smoothly. After all, it was the typical kinds of questions. “How old is Y/N Y/L/N?” and “What’s Y/N Y/L/N height.”

But then the actress pulls the tape off a question that made her giggle. She licks her lips and swallows thickly. “Y/N Y/L/N Matthew Gray Gubler fan video question mark?”, Y/N reads out loud and runs a hand through her hair:” Is that even a question? Well-.”, she clears her throat:” If you are speaking about the fan videos where he mentions me, I’m fully aware of them.” She laughs:” Yes. I have seen them and yes, I would love to work with him in the future. I have been a huge fan of criminal minds, I think he’s a remarkable actor. Very, very talented.“

“Well that’s it.”, Matthew mumbles as he stares at the phone screen of his friend, he takes a deep breath and stands up. Only to let himself plunge dramatically on the couch in his trailer:” My life is over.”

Shemar Moore rolls his eyes and puts his phone away:” But maybe you’re right.”

Matthew wrinkles his forehead as he looks up at him:” I was hoping for something more supportive and enthusiastic.”

“I wanted it to be a surprise but-.”

Before he can finalize his sentence the door to the trailer opens up and Andrea enters, a shit-eating grin covers her lips:��� I thought you two might wanna join me, our guest star just arrived.”

It doesn’t take long for Matthew to understand what’s going on. “No.”, he whispers, his eyes big:” No, no, no.”

“Well, yeah.”

——

“So she’s essentially going to end up being Spencer’s girlfriend.”, the director explains to the cast, Y/N stands next to him with a soft but nervous look on her face. “We don’t know how often she’s going to reappear- but after our social media team liked a couple of Y/N-related tweets, so far the fans have been going crazy.”

“Well, you’ve spoken about her often enough.”, Paget whispers and gently nudges Matthew, who simply rolls his eyes. “I’ve often enough talked about wanting more money or something like that. You’re going to tell me, that this is the moment the universe listens and responds?”

The second he meets Y/N’s eyes a blush appears on his cheeks.

Matthew who sits in his trailer nervously plays with the zipper of his hoodie. This was beyond embarrassing. It wasn’t like he talked about her very subtle….

“Is there any celebrity you would like to work with in the future?”, a voice inquires and Kirsten Vangsness chuckles. “Like on criminal minds or just in general?”, she looks past the camera towards the interviewer. “First person who comes to mind.”.

“Y/N Y/L/N.”, Matthew lets out and his eyes widen:” Was that too fast?” His friend smiles. “Oh really?”, Kirsten turns her body towards him:” I’ve never seen her in like a police-type of the show- except Brooklyn 99. But that’s not really -.”

“Not really what our show aims for.”, Matthew completes her sentence and laughs:” Well, I think she’s a great actress.”

”Like when she played alongside Ben Affleck in Gone Girl, what was her character's name again?”.

“Amy Dunne.”, Matthew says and bites his lip:” That was way too fast again. I think she’s a great actress. A lot of my friends have worked with her before and they all say she’s the nicest and sweetest person.”

“And she’s so pretty.”, Kirsten interrupts her friend:” Last year's met gala?! Hello?! That dress? Insanity.“.

“She is.”, the man with the long hair whispers:” She certainly is.”

A knock on the door of his trailer pulls the actor back into the present and he turns around on his chair:” Y-Yeah, come in.” When the door opens and Matthew observes Y/N walk up the stairs he swallows thickly.

“Hey.”, her voice is delicate and when he sees her smile he instantly loosens up a bit. “Hey.”

“Listen… Is this weird for you?”, she asks and crosses her arms in front of her:” I mean I don’t-.” “No, it’s not.” “Okay, good.”

A silence fills the room and the two actors awkwardly look at each other. “I’ve read your book by the way.”, She says abruptly and Matthew's eyes light up:” That’s why I came here in the first place, I wanted to tell you that I think it’s really good.”

“Thanks.”, he says and feels how his heart swells when she smiles at him. “Anyway, that’s it…I-“. “Go out with me.”

Y/N stares at him:” W-What?”.

“Go out with me. Tonight. Please?”. There is something about his please, that makes the young woman blush as she nods slowly. “Yeah, okay. Let’s do it.”

[sinfulspencer]

Peeking.

Prompt: You catch Spencer trying to peek at his gift, and decide to teach him a lesson.

Based on @writer-in-theory’s prompt for Winter Wonderland (@imagining-in-the-margins' event!).

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Rating: fluff + mature (18+, minors DNI)

Warnings: dom/sub undertones (Sub!Spencer, SoftDom!Reader), sensory deprivation (blindfold and handcuffs), dirty talking, oral sex (female receiving), orgasm denial, edging, slapping (on hands, CONSENSUAL!), unprotected sex

Words: 7.2k

A.N.: Saw a picture of s3 Reid. I got inspired. A big thank you to @safespacespence for beta reading my fic, I really appreciated your help. And I wish a wonderful Christmas to whoever celebrates it. And if you don’t, happy Saturday!

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The faint shuffle of the bed sheet and the squeaking of the mattress are barely audible, as Spencer tries his best to be quiet. The bed dips as he moves, pushing the blanket off his legs, and you roll on your right side to face him.

Your eyes are still closed and your breath is slow, rhythmic.

Spencer is tempted to place his fingers on your neck to check if your pulse is below 40’s or 50’s. Unfortunately, you’re a very light sleeper - if he touches you, you’re going to wake up.

And he can’t have that, not when he’s finally all alone in your apartment and he can slip into the living room without you muttering something.

Spencer knows that it took you a long time to find a decent gift for him, but that doesn’t stop the curiosity eating him alive each passing second. He wants to know what kind of secret hides in the baby blue box underneath the Christmas tree. He needs to squeeze the box and shake it so he can form an hypothesis on what your gift could be.

You begged Spencer to be patient and to not peek at his gift, but he’s well known for not obeying your orders - until you catch him in the act. Then, he behaves like a little lamb who doesn't want to get hurt.

Spencer grabs the flashlight from underneath his bed, turning it on once he has left the bedroom. He checks behind him to see if you’re still asleep and you are, hiding your face in his pillow and holding the blanket tightly in your hands.

You look so peaceful.

If you wake up right now, you would change from peaceful to revengeful.

And he’s terrified, because you know exactly how to get your revenge on him.

Spencer points the flashlight to the living room, walking towards a sparkly and colourful Christmas tree before turning it off. Flashes of silver and blue are washing the room, engulfing Spencer in the warm festive mood he has been in ever since December started.

Normally he doesn’t really care about Christmas, but ever since he found you, he couldn’t stop celebrating it and enjoying it more than he should have. Maybe it’s because he asked you out on Christmas’ Eve, maybe it’s because he had his first kiss with you under the mistletoe that same night…

Either way, he loves Christmas and the atmosphere around it.

Spencer puts the torch on the couch, getting down on his knees and glancing behind him. The lights in the bedroom are still off and he can’t hear anything besides your soft snores - that means you’re not awake.

He has to be quick anyway, he doesn’t want to risk getting caught.

Spencer crawls towards the Christmas tree and kneels right in front of it, grabbing the baby blue box right next to the emerald one. Lifting it near his ear, he shakes it and his nose twitches.

He can’t hear anything and the box is pretty big. What did you buy him?

Silence fills the room.

Spencer unties the knot on top of the box and turns around again, sighing softly when he doesn’t spot you anywhere around him. He’s really terrified of you finding him like that, but his curiosity is getting the best of him and he’s not going to bed without finding out your gift.

No.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Your voice thunders in the living room, forcing Spencer to drop the lid and let out a curse flow out of his lips. Those perfect lips that you’re probably not going to kiss because of what you just caught him doing.

“I.. Uhm.”

Spencer picks up the lid, closing the box before he could peek at what’s inside it.

“I asked you a question, Spencer.” - you say again, crossing your arms to your chest - “What are you doing in the living room with your dirty hands on my gift?”

He stares at the box, biting his bottom lip and feeling like a mouse in a trap. He should’ve been more careful, he should’ve been more quiet, but he truly didn’t hear you move on the other side of the house.

How did you wake up if he made sure to stay silent?

How did you hear him moving on the bed?

Spencer knows you’re a light sleeper, but you were asleep when he ran out of the room. He knew you were, he was so convinced you were. Yet again, he should’ve remembered that you learned how to pretend to fall asleep by slowing your breathing and imitating the frantic eye movement.

Apparently he was wrong.

“I was curious.”

You tap your foot on the floor. “I can see that. What did I tell you?”

Spencer is still on his knees, now turned to you and with his hands on his thighs. “That I would’ve had to wait to open it.”

“Exactly, and here you are. Caught with your hands in a cookie jar.” - you mumble, taking a step forward - “Did you wait for me to fall asleep so you could come here and peek at your present, Spencer?”

He doesn’t reply, lowering his eyes when you get too close to him. He knows he’s not going to get away with this, not even if he proves to you that he’s been a good boy for the past few weeks until tonight.

He made a promise to you and he broke it.

“Naughty boys don’t get presents.”

Spencer opens his mouth to say something, to talk back because he deserves his gift, but you interrupt him by gripping his jaw. You lean forward, almost bumping your nose against his, and you furrow your brows.

“Naughty boys get punished.”

“Please, I’ve been good.” - Spencer struggles to keep eye-contact, squirming on his knees - “I’m sorry, I was just too curious. You should know I can’t keep my hands to myself!”

You crook your fingers, signalling him to stand up. “I gave one simple order, Spencer. You’ve been greedy and a very naughty boy. I’m not going to let it slide.”

Spencer stands up, whining at your words. “Please, princess?”

You click your tongue, placing a hand on his chest. “No begging is going to get you out of this, but I appreciate your sweet talking.”

Spencer knows you’re not going to budge, but he has to try.

He knows how much you love hearing him beg, especially when his voice gets needy, a bit slower and lower than usual. It turns you on a little too much and, using this to his advantage, Spencer usually manages to get out of the punishment before you can even realize it.

Tonight, that’s not the case.

“I’ll do anything. Please?” – he looks up at you, his eyes shimmering under the faint lights of the Christmas tree behind you – “Please! I know I can be a good boy, you know it! You’re just mad at me now, but I can make it up to you.”

You grasp his chin, yanking him further with a smirk on your lips. You know very well what he’s trying to do and as much as you love hearing him beg you like this, he’s not going to play with your emotions right now. He’s not going to win tonight.

Your fingers are digging into the soft skin of his chin, his stubble pinching your fingertips.

“I know you can be a good boy, but you weren’t one tonight. That’s very disappointing.” – you mumble, loosening your grip – “On your knees, baby.”

Spencer whines at your sentence, struggling to get down on his knees with his hands behind his back and his gaze now low on the ground. He doesn’t like this position, he doesn’t like not being able to look at you because watching you in pleasure and knowing he’s the one that is giving it to you, it’s intoxicating.

Addicting.

“Good boy. See? You can follow an order.” – you tell him, ruffling his hair before walking towards the kitchen – “Where did you put your handcuffs, baby?”

Spencer widens his eyes at your words, not really sure if he wants to answer. It’s been a long time since you cuffed him somewhere and he’s not sure he wants you to do that again, mostly because the last time he couldn’t even touch you.

You made him eat you out without being able to touch you.

It was incredibly frustrating because he was dying to put his hands on you, to feel the warmth of your skin and watch how you reacted when his fingers dug into your soft flesh.

“I, uh...”

“Ah! Found them. You need to pick a better hiding place.” you close the drawer with a soft thud

Spencer wants to slam his own head against the floor because he brought this upon himself, when he could’ve just waited a few more hours. Unfortunately his curiosity got the best of him and now he’s trapped.

However, Spencer is well aware you’ve missed his touch, and you know he has been extremely obedient to you for the last two weeks. You’ve said many times that you crave his hands roaming all over your body during sex and since it’s been too long since you’ve done anything with Spencer, he hopes you stop what you’re doing and let him touch you.

You walk back inside the living room, kneeling right behind him and securing the handcuffs around his wrists. Spencer closes his eyes and turns his head to the sight, not even wanting to look at your reflection in the living room’s mirror.

“You tried to unwrap your gifts, now you can’t unwrap your favourite gift.” – you mumble in his ear, playfully nipping at his earlobe – “And you know what that is?”

You.

It’s you.

You are his favourite gift.

You told Spencer he was going to unwrap a peculiar gift on Christmas’ night and he blew his chance; he knew you were talking about a specific set of lingerie, a sexy outfit you bought just for him in his favourite colour. Spencer saw it on a website and talked to you about it, begging you to buy it either for him or for yourself.

You decided to give him another gift along with all the other boxes underneath the Christmas tree, but unfortunately his curiosity ruined everything. Now he regrets leaving the bedroom while you were sleeping. If he hadn’t done it, you wouldn’t have woken up – and you wouldn’t have cuffed him.

“You.”

“Exactly, baby.” – you nod, leaving a kiss on his bare shoulder – “I’m not done, though.”

Spencer gulps, following your gaze when you stand back up. “No? I hope you were.”

“Stop being a brat and don’t talk back to me, Spencer.”

You shake your head, walking towards the main entrance of his apartment. You grab his purple scarf and you show it to him, a wider smirk spreading over your lips.

“I caught you peeking at the gifts. You won’t be able to peek at your other gift.”

A curse flows out of Spencer’s mouth before he could process it.

“Oh come on! My love, don’t be so mean.”

“Mean?” – you widen your eyes at his audacity – “I’m not mean. I’m being fair, baby. And remember, you can always stop everything with just one word.”

Spencer stares at you, his eyes filled with desire and desperation. You know he’s not going to spit out that word, you know he’s too into this to even think about stopping everything – and as much as he misses your touch on his body, he doesn’t know what’s going to happen.

Your brain is too creative, Spencer has stopped guessing your moves years ago.

“Do you remember your safeword, baby?”

Spencer nods, not moving his eyes off your face. “Hummingbird.”

You run your fingers through his curls, pushing them back. “You can use it whenever you want. If you say it, we will stop and we’ll cuddle.”

“I don’t want to stop.”

His voice is barely audible through his whines and you find it so incredibly adorable. Spencer is tired of not having your hands roaming all over his body and scratching his skin to leave marks, he wants you to punish him for good.

And the waiting is getting unbearable.

“I understand, baby. I just wanted to remind you that you can say the word and...”

“Yes! Yes, I know.” – Spencer interrupts you, making you arch your brows – “Please, I need.. Do something, please.”

You pull away from his body, watching the young doctor struggling to stay on his knees. “You are such a greedy whore, Spencer. I taught you better than that, but I appreciate your eagerness to have me. It’s hot.”

He lowers his head, taking his eyes off you and moving them on the floor. He feels ashamed because of what he has done and if he could take it back, he wouldn’t. He has missed all of this, he has missed you taking control over him and he can’t wait to see what you’re going to do.

Your punishments are always so fun.

Kind of.

“We can’t have you peeking again, can we?” – you say, showing him the scarf in your hand – “So for tonight you’re going to keep this on.”

Spencer lifts his chin to give you one last look before the purple fabric covers his eyes, preventing him from admiring your beautiful body kissed by the Christmas lights. He struggles to not whine at the sensation of the fabric around his head, waiting for you to snap your fingers,

Once you do, he gets up from the floor.

You stay behind him, fixing the knot behind his head and making sure Spencer doesn’t collapse on the ground due to the scarf. As much as you want to tease him tonight and punish him, you don’t want him to get hurt.

“Is this okay, baby?”

The young doctor nods frantically. “Yes. Yes, it’s okay.”

“Wonderful.”

You walk in front of him, standing with your hands on his chest. Spencer inhales deeply at the physical contact, feeling the tip of your fingers caressing his skin and making his heart flutter in his chest.

You always touch him so gently, as if he’s made of glass before shattering him in the most delicious way possible.

It’s intoxicating.

“It’s a shame you can’t see what I look like without my nightgown on.” – you let out a dramatic sigh, taking a step back – “And it’s a shame you won’t touch me, either.”

Spencer gasps at your words, his body launching forward. “I can do it! You can free my hands and I’ll show you I can...”

You lightly slap them away, furrowing your borrows. “Where are your manners, Spencer?”

Your voice thunders inside the living room and Spencer feels like the smallest grain of salt on a beach, bowing his head down and taking a step back. No matter his height, he feels like you could step on him with your bare foot because of his behaviour.

He shouldn’t have pushed your buttons.

He should’ve kept quiet and apologized profusely for breaking the only rule you gave him.

Spencer has always been amazing at following the rules and your orders, but apparently he had to show his true colours on Christmas – and this time, you’re going to show him your true colours as well. And maybe put a few colours on his skin, too.

It’s been so long since you’ve marked him.

“Ungrateful little bitch. I didn’t ask you that much, did I Spencer?” – you say, gripping his chin with your right – “And yet you disobeyed me. Why? Did you feel like being a naughty boy? Did you forget about my rule?”

Spencer whines when he feels your left hand grasping his shirt, yanking it down. The sound of fabric tearing apart behind his neck makes his blood travel down a certain part of his body, the rudeness of your touch sparking a fire inside of him.

You’ve never been this mean to him.

He loves it.

You take a step back, sitting on the edge of the couch. “I’m going to show you who’s in control, because it seems like you’ve forgotten.”

“Y-Yes, princess.”

Princess.

His tongue is going to be your throne for the night.

“Get on your knees.”

Spencer obeys without hesitation, struggling to stay still due to his hands tied behind his back. He kneels right in front of you as you lift your foot, placing it on his shoulder.

You stay silent, simply caressing his skin with your foot and waiting for a reaction from him. Spencer is quite vocal in bed and he always tells you a piece of his mind before one of your games, but tonight he has learned that keeping quiet is the best move.

Smart, but not as much.

“Did you see your gift, baby?”

Spencer shakes his head, gulping. “No. No, I didn’t. I promise.”

You put your foot down, spreading your legs and leaning with your back pressed to the headboard of the couch. Spencer is still on his knees in front of you and he has no idea about what you’re doing, even though the rustling of the fabric and your shifting over the couch gives him an idea.

Or better, an image of you shuffling out of your clothes.

Your top and your bottoms of the pyjama are on the floor, next to your panties and your bra. Usually you’d ask him to unwrap you like a gift, tearing each one of your clothing down with his tongue or his teeth, but right now you’re too busy thinking about a punishment.

You’ve already tied his hands because he touched his gifts and blindfolded him because he was peeking, but now?

You weren’t planning to punish Spencer on Christmas, you were hoping he’d be a good boy.

He caught you off guard.

“W-What are you doing?”

“Nothing, I’m just admiring my Christmas gift.” – you mumble, placing both your hands on his face – “You look very pretty on your knees like this.”

Spencer smiles at your compliment, bumping his nose against yours. “Thank you, princess.”

“I don’t want to punish you.”

“Then don’t.”

His voice sounds broken, it’s incredibly hot.

You click your tongue, pressing a long and lavish kiss on his cheek. “I have to, because you’ve been a bad boy. Although I think you’re suffering enough with your scarf around your pretty eyes and the handcuffs on your wrists, you deserve little treat for being obedient to me now.”

“I always deserve a treat, princess.”

“Talking back when you have no idea what I’m going to do to you?” – you slide your hands on his shoulders, scratching his skin and leaving red welts all over it – “Open your mouth, baby.”

Spencer widens his eyes underneath the scarf. “What...”

You lift your panties from the floor and stuff them inside his mouth, making sure he can still breathe. Spencer inhales deeply at the sudden intrusion and his cheeks start to heat up, while his hands are balled into fists.

He can taste your arousal on the light fabric.

You were wet. He knew you could get turned on by his submission, but he thinks you were more turned on by the thought of having to punish him. Spencer doesn’t blame you, he loves getting punished and maybe – just maybe – he wanted to get caught.

“Tell me, baby. Do I taste good?”

Spencer mumbles something incoherent, nodding his head.

“I know I do.” – you run your fingers through his curls, giggling – “It’s a shame you won’t be able to taste me tonight. Unless...”

You slide your right hand down your body, not wasting any time. You’re already dripping from before and your fingers easily slip inside of you, producing a wet sound that echoes in the room and wakes Spencer up from his haze.

He can’t believe what you’re doing.

“I wish I had your fingers inside of me, baby. I bet they’d feel so much better than mine.”

Your voice mixed with the sounds of your laboured breathing are enough to make Spencer imagine what you’re doing. He closes his eyes underneath the purple fabric and dreams of you using your fingers to get off, pressing over your clit before starting to fuck yourself as eagerly and quickly as you can.

He has watched you many times, but every single one of them ended up with him with his face buried between your thighs and his tongue tasting every inch of you. Tonight he can’t and it’s so painful, because he’s so desperate to taste you.

Your salty scent on his tongue is intense, making him whine each time your fingers dip in and out of you at a quick pace. You knew you were going to destroy him like this, but he wanted this – he needed you to ruin him, because he was well aware of your rule.

He just forgot about it and got caught.

“Oh, Spencer... You should feel how wet I am.” – you whisper, staring him with your panties in his mouth – “Fuck, I’m dripping. I’ve never been this wet before. Do you want to feel it? Hm?”

Spencer turns his head away, mumbling something you can’t quite understand.

Launching forward with your free hand, you grab Spencer by the face and force him to look at you. “I didn’t say you could move, baby.”

You pull your panties out of his mouth. “Princess... please.”

Spencer doesn’t know exactly what he’s begging you to do. Does he want to eat you out? Does he want to fuck you? Does he want you to ride him until he can’t feel his cock anymore? Does he want to cry because he feels bad for disobeying you?

Spencer doesn’t know anything right now.

“Ah, my pretty baby is eager to feel me.” – you whisper, pulling your fingers out of your cunt before pushing them on his tongue – “Tell me how I taste and maybe I can let you taste it from the real thing.”

Spencer closes his lips around your digits, sucking your arousal off your fingertips. The idea of you watching him so carefully and the obscene moan coming out of your mouth are enough to make him smirk, mimicking what he’d do to you if you’d let him put his lips where you need him the most right now.

And maybe you will.

If he behaves.

“Sweet. My favourite flavour.”

“Such a romantic flatterer.” – you say with a smile, pulling out your fingers – “Care to show me that your mouth is good for something else rather than talking back?”

“Yes, princess.”

You grab his curls with both hands, pushing Spencer right where you need him. He doesn’t like not being able to use his hands to touch you, because he loves spreading your legs and watching you squirm.

Tonight he has to adapt, but that doesn’t mean he’ll stop.

Spencer presses a kiss on your inner thigh, nuzzling his nose against your skin. “Thank you for allowing me to taste you, princess. I promise you I’ll be good for you.”

“I know you will, baby.” – you tell him, gripping his curls – “Less talking, more tongue-fucking.”

Spencer presses a kiss on your clit, your lips twitching into a smile at the sensation. Annoyed because he can’t touch you, but turned on by the fact that you’re using him to get off, Spencer slides his tongue right above your clit before closing his lips around it.

You moan his name with closed eyes, bucking your hips against his face. “That’s it, baby. You’re being so good for me.”

Spencer sweeps his tongue up and down your clit before dragging it down through your folds, tasting your arousal and moaning at the taste. He has missed going down on you and he would’ve preferred this to happen on another night, maybe without his hands tied behind his back, but he’s not going to complain.

You wouldn’t be too happy to hear it.

His stubble scratches the soft skin of your inner thighs, making your blood boil. If there’s something you love to the point you could write poems about Spencer's face, it’s his beard – you stopped him from shaving it this morning. He was so confused, but he complied; he put his razor down and he washed off the foam.

Spencer didn’t say anything, carrying on with his morning routine.

“I fucking love your beard, baby.” – you whimper, lewd moans filling the living room as you throw your head back against the couch – “Fuck, you feel so good.”

Spencer wants to rip those handcuffs off his wrists and tear off the blindfold to look at you because he knows you look absolutely ravishing. With your head thrown back and your thighs closing around his head, Spencer feels like he’s slowly reaching Heaven – if it even exists.

If it does, he’s sure it’s between your legs.

“If you keep eating me out like this, I might free your hands.”

Spencer presses another kiss to your clit, tracing your folds with his tongue before placing a kiss on your inner thigh. You run your fingers through his curls, gently pulling them before throwing your head back against the couch.

Your boyfriend gets back to work, his lips wrapping around your clit and sucking it. By the way he’s devouring you, fucking you with his tongue and then using it to tease you, Spencer is begging you to give him what he needs – his eagerness is paying off, because it’s softening your edges and changing your mind.

Maybe it’s the effect of the orgasm ready to explode through you, maybe it’s the Christmas spirit that mellows your need to punish. Either way, Spencer is probably going to get his way by the end of the night – and the rising of the morning.

“Does that feel good, princess?”

You cry out his name with your eyes set on his face, watching his tongue trace your clit before swirling over it. You’re grateful he’s not looking at you right now, because you probably look absolutely fucked out.

“Y-Yes. Fuck, keep going.”

Waves of pleasure are hitting you over and over, pushing you closer to the edge.

Flattening his tongue, Spencer strides his tongue up and down your heat with his eyes closed. The sounds coming out of your mouth are enough to make him want you even more than he always does.

He focuses on the images imprinted in his minds of the last time he went down on you just yesterday morning: your hair was a mess, your fingers were tightly entangled with his curls, your lips were parted, your breasts were bouncing with each one of your rugged breath and you look absolutely stunning while he was breaking you down.

You’re a writhing mess under his, his tongue ruining you as he flicks it over your clit harder, faster. Spencer knows you’re close by the way your thighs, closed around his head, are trembling so he picks up the pace.

“F-Fuck!”

Burying his tongue inside of you, tasting your nectar and enjoying the lewd sounds echoing in the living room, Spencer nurses the first orgasm out of you. You feel like all the air has been sucked out of your lungs as you come, allowing more moans to slip out of your mouth along with curses.

You pull his hair and push his head against your heat, breathing hard.

Spencer allows you to use him to get off, moaning against your clit and smirking. Usually you tend to get sweeter after the first orgasm, especially if he behaved well while he gave it to you – and he has, so he knows he’ll be free from his handcuffs in the blink of an eye.

Managing to steady your breathing, you open your eyes and collapse against the couch. His chin is still glistening due to your arousal and his lips are twitching into a smile, a devilish little smirk that won’t fade away until he gets what he wants.

He looks incredibly sinful right now.

“I know what you’re doing, baby.”

He looks up at you, tilting his head. “Oh?”

“It’s working.”

Spencer grins, lifting his chin and shaking his shoulders. “Does this mean these will be off me in a second?”

“Yes, you lucky whore.” – you mumble, running your fingers through your hair – “It’s Christmas, after all. We should all be kinder.”

“We should also start by not calling your boyfriend a whore.”

You roll your eyes, getting off the couch and opening the handcuffs. “Says the one who called me a cum-slut yesterday morning while I was giving you a blowjob.”

Spencer massages his wrists, smirking. “Fair enough. Can I take this off as well, princess?”

“Go ahead.”

You love how even though his hands are free and he has been dying to touch you, he hasn’t made a move on you. Keeping his hands where you can see him, he hasn’t tried to launch forward and put an end to his misery. You taught him well, to wait after a punishment and to keep his hands to himself because you haven’t given him the order to touch you.

Spencer is a good boy, after all.

He might act like a brat sometimes, but he’s not that bad.

You get off the couch, sitting down on the carpet in front of your boyfriend. Still on his knees, Spencer unties the scarf behind his head and he peels it off, turning his head to look at you.

“My favourite view.”

Chuckling, you spread your legs and crook your finger. “Come here, baby.”

Spencer carefully kicks his socks off before crawling towards you, making sure to obey and not push your limits once again. His hands rest on each side of your waist over the carpet as he straddles you, with his face closer to yours.

His nose bumps against yours.

“I hope you know that I love you.”

Spencer leans forward, whining when his lips end up on your cheek. “I do, but I’d like a reminder of how your lips taste like.”

“You can’t get enough of me, can you?” - you chuckle, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer to your body - “You’re dying to kiss me.”

“Can’t say that you are wrong, princess.” - he mumbles, bumping your nose against your neck now - “Please? Can I have a kiss? I’ve been a good boy now.”

You hum, twisting his curls at the nape of his neck. “Okay, but only because I know you desperately need to come and kissing me will speed up the process. We can’t stay awake for too long, we have a very long day ahead of us tomorrow.”

“Today.”

You tug on his hair, furrowing your brows. “Today, smart-ass.”

Spencer holds back a laugh, finally putting his hands on your thighs to keep them open. Your skin is warm underneath his touch and he digs his fingers into your soft flesh, leaving red moons all over your legs.

When his lips finally meet yours, you can taste your own arousal on his tongue. Normally you’d tease him about being so eager to taste you to the point he has made a mess all over his face, but right now you’re too focused on his movements and on how he’s pushing his cock deep inside of you.

Barely giving you the time to adjust, Spencer starts to thrust in and out of you at a quick pace. He’s desperate to have you, to come and you can feel his whole body tense each time he moves - you don’t blame him, he has been on the edge for quite a long time.

However, it’s not time for him to come just yet.

“You feel so good, baby.” - you coo, sliding your hands behind his neck - “You have missed being inside of me, haven’t you?”

Spencer can’t even talk, struggling to keep his eyes open due to the pleasure rapidly building within his body. His lips are parted, pressed on yours and sloppily kissing you without actually putting effort into it. He’s completely lost in the pleasure and in the warmth you’re offering him, a warmth that’s gripping him like a vice and bringing him closer to the edge.

His mind is a puddle of moans and pants, of your name being whispered and uttered against your lips over and over. He can’t help needing this moment, he can’t help looking at you as if he has been lost and then found by you in the middle of nowhere.

“C-Close.”

You close your legs around his waist, pushing him to give you everything he can. The lewd sound of your bodies joining together fills the room, increasing the pleasure within you because it’s a sound you’ve learned to love, to be obsessed with.

A sound that expresses everything.

“Is that so, baby? Are you close? Do you want to come for me?”

Your honeyed voice drips down on Spencer with his eyes now closed and his face buried in the crook of his neck, trying to grasp your waist and holding back everything he’s dying to give you.

“Y-Yes, please…”

You click your tongue, shaking his head. “I don’t think you deserve to come now, baby. I’m sorry. Pull out.”

Spencer lets out a frustrated whine when you push him off you, forcing his cock to slip out your heat. The warmth that was supposed to engulf him and take drag him through the delicious circles of desire has disappeared.

“Fuck! Fuck, Y/N, you can’t do this.”

He lays back down on the floor with his chest rising up and down rapidly, trying to catch his breath and force himself not to disobey.

He’s close to doing it though.

“I can do whatever I want, baby.” - you taunt him, immediately straddling him with your hands on each side of his face - “Even though I took off your handcuffs and your scarf, I’m still in control. Remember that.”

He couldn’t forget it even if he wanted to.

“Please, have mercy on me. I’ve been…”

You shut him up with another languid kiss, slipping your tongue inside of his mouth as you sit down on his hips. His cock is brushing against your wet folds and you can feel pretty well how desperate Spencer is to have you again by the way his arms are closing around your waist while pushing you down.

The friction between his cock and your heat is enough to make him moan into your mouth, probably trying to deceive you and seduce you. It’s working, but your self-control is making it difficult for you to let go of the control you have and you crave so much.

“What is it, baby? Do you need to fuck me? Do you need to finish inside of my pretty hole?” - you whisper against his lips, smirking when his hips buck up - “I know you can’t help being a slut, I know you need me so badly.”

“Just.. please..”

Spencer can’t even form a coherent sentence, too overwhelmed and needy to focus on words that actually make sense. You don’t blame him, he has been holding back for too long - but it’s so fun to overwhelm him this way, especially because you know that once he has come, he’ll be out like a light.

Waiting is itself a pleasure.

“I’m going to ride your pretty cock, baby. Is that okay? Do you want me to do that?” – you ask, watching Spencer open his eyes – “I need you to use your words.”

He gulps, throwing his head back against the floor. “Yes. Yes, please.”

Turning to your right, you grab a pillow from the couch and you tap Spencer’s chest. He lifts his head and you push the pillow right behind his neck, making sure he’s comfortable while you’re absolutely ruining him.

Smiling softly, his hands run up to your breasts. “Thank you.”

You lean forward, kissing his lips. “Anything for my baby.”

Spencer doesn’t let you pull away from the kiss just yet, taking control of your mouth by pushing his tongue against yours. You let him dominate the kiss, moaning softly when his hands slide up and down your back in a comforting motion.

He’s silently telling you he’s okay and he doesn’t need you to be gentle. It’s a sign you taught him to give you when he can’t actually speak or form a coherent sentence, so that you’re always aware of how he’s feeling.

You appreciate that.

You would never want to hurt him.

Without interrupting the kiss, you slide your free hand down his chest to reach his lower abdomen. Gripping his cock by the base, you feel Spencer gasp into the kiss without breaking it.

“Please.”

A single word pushes you to do what you were meant to do.

You rise up above him, using your other hand to steady yourself on top of him. And then, very slowly, you lower yourself onto his cock – inch by inch, you take him back inside of you with your eyes fixed on his face.

Spencer releases a strangled moan, throwing his head back. His fingers dig into your skin and his nails are cutting you, adding to the delicious pleasure already building up within you.

“So good.”

You run your fingers up and down his chest, slowly rolling your hips. Spencer opens his eyes and the sight of you, completely naked, on top of his body makes him smile – you look gorgeous right now, with that hungry look in your eyes and the desperation ringing loudly through your body.

Even though you’ve already came once, Spencer knows you want more.

“Yeah, baby? Do I feel good around your pretty cock?” – you ask, your voice filled with desire – “Do I feel good while I ride you nice and well?”

He nods eagerly, his hands travelling up to your breasts. “Yes, yes. Please.”

Clenching around him, you start bucking your hips up. You’re not a big fan of this position, but you know it’s Spencer’s favourite – it’s a little treat for him, he deserves it for making you come.

“I’m going to come, baby.” – you whisper, digging your nails into his chest – “You feel too good inside of me.”

Spencer grins at your words, twisting your nipples through his fingers. He can feel your whole body tense up each time you move, bouncing on his cock and just let him fill you up over and over. The way you’re throwing your head back and roll your hips is enough for him to lose his focus, struggling to thrust up and help you out.

You look so fucking gorgeous while you rise your hips up and lower yourself back onto his cock, clenching around him and feeling him fill you deeper and deeper each time you move.

“Can I come? Please?”

You nod, bringing your hands up to his cheeks. “Yes, come for me.”

Normally you don’t lose control when you’re about to come because you need to keep an eye on Spencer, but right now it’s different. You’re so caught up in making him come that the pleasure building up within him is even stronger inside of you, bringing you closer and closer to that delicious edge you love to ride.

The feeling of him underneath your body, inside of you, moving his hips along with yours to fill you up as best as he could is intoxicating. You don’t blame him for being so close, because you’re right there too.

Riding faster, Spencer pushes himself up so that his face is buried between your breasts. Wrapping his lips around your right nipple, a stab of pleasure finally gives you that last push you craved – and you come, allowing that intense wave of pleasure to wash over you.

“Fuck, Spencer!”

Your back arches when you feel Spencer following you, spilling deep inside of you as he struggles to not moan against your skin. Your nails leave red welts all over his chest as a loud moan escapes from his lips, echoing in the living room.

“Princess, holy fuck...”

You didn’t tell him he could come inside of you, but right now you’re too fucked out to care about that. You wanted him to wait a little longer, you wanted to torture him for a little while but the pleasure was too much – you’ll take your time to punish him after Christmas.

For now, you force yourself to be kinder.

Spencer tightens his arms around your waist, catching his own breath. “Thank you, princess.”

Still reeling from your orgasm, you leave a kiss on his bare shoulder and run your fingers through his sweaty curls. You stroke his hair with the tip of your fingers, muttering a simple ‘you’re welcome’ before hiding your face in his neck.

You’re too tired to talk, too exhausted to even get up from his body.

Spencer murmurs sweet nothings in your ear, showering you with praises and compliments about how you made him feel so perfectly no matter the consequences of his actions. He’s always so good to you, always praising you for being so creative with punishments and always eager to please him – and it’s true.

No matter your sexual relationship with him, you’re all about satisfying him.

Once your breath is steady, you roll off his body and collapse by his side. Spencer instantly grabs your hand and brings it up to his mouth, placing a kiss on each one of your knuckles.

“You’re such a sycophant.”

Spencer gasps at your words, turning to look at you. “That is outrageous! I am not a sycophant.”

Grinning, you lean forward to kiss his lips. “You disobey me and then you act like an angel.”

“No, I was just thanking you for giving me this Earth-shattering orgasm even after you caught me peeking at my own gifts when you clearly told me not to.” – he mumbles, opening your hand and kissing your palm – “I’m truly sorry though.”

You furrow your brows, rolling on your tummy. “For what?”

“Disobeying you.”

“Bullshit. I think you did it on purpose.”

He puts his free hand on his chest, shaking his head. “I did not wake up before you so I could peek at my gift, knowing that you would’ve punished me if you caught me, just because I wanted to be a naughty boy. I didn’t. I swear.”

Truth to be told, he did. He knew you were going to catch him, he just pretended to be cocky enough not to be caught. Spencer has been your boyfriend since forever, he knows you’re a terrible light sleeper. You would’ve woken up even if he had opened the door of the bedroom.

You roll on your back again, laughing. “You’re a dork.”

Spencer kisses your wrist, shrugging. “Your favourite dork.”

Leaning with your head on his shoulder, you close your eyes and start thinking about how you’re going to punish him next year.

You can’t wait to catch him in the act again.

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Favourite Criminal Minds Episodes (spoilers)

1x01 opening episode- How could I not love them, they're so cute and young.

1x06 ldsk- A fan favourite if for nothing else that gif of Morgan tackling Reid

1x18 Hollywood stalker- Who doesn't want to see MGG make out with a girl in a pool?

1x22 2x01 fisher king - Cult classic

2x10 guantanamo - I really loved how they played him.

2x11 Reid’s fanboy- why can't Reid have normal non-stabby fans?

2x12 dereks backstory - Really loved the dimension this added

2x15 Tobias hankel- Reid’s first big onscreen trauma- but not his last (pls leave my baby alone)

3x05 mall abduction- Just a really interesting one

3x8 lucky- cannibal - Never eating group food again

3x9 Penelope shot- BAU family pulling together.

3x16 Johnny cash wannabe- Spencer’s first but not last time relating to an unsub

3x20 4x01 New York terror shootings - English Agent helping me feel inserted 

4x3 minimal loss- cult hostages - ALL TIME FAV with my all time favs

4x7 Reid’s childhood friend- We love a Reid centric episode

4x9 player unsub- but we also love an Emily Prentiss focus- I want to BE her.

4x16 how am I a whore? 

4x18 foyet- SUPRISE!

4x24 anthrax one- Just another trauma for Reid

5x9 foyet kills Hailey- soul crushing but we love it

5x12 golden ratio killings- badass reid

5x16 Mosley lane- Gubler’s debut 

5x21/22/23  Boyband Reid supremacy

6x12  ritual killings- Poor Spence has a headache 

6x16 CODA- Spencer and children

6x18 Lauren- Favourite man directs episode about favourite female character? I’m in  

7x01 this is calm and it’s doctor

7x02 passive aggressive reid

7x4 prank war- BAU banter

7x13 snake eyes- my pinned post- that look   

7x23/24 hit and run- love bank robbers and Battlestar Galactica- it’s got both

8x6 soft! reid plays softball

8x10 - puppets- Gubler does it again

8x20 alchemy- Reid is hot in this one

8x24 replicator- what are you doing Mark Hamill?

9x5- vest and sunnies

9x7 reid delivers the baby

9x12 garcia and derek’s hr intervention 

9x18 fitness test and Reid stomping on that guys back

9x20 incest baby 

9x22 reid is fit af 

9x24 corrupt cops and and I want to kiss Reid’s neck better

10x6 fairytale- Prince!Spencer

10x07 hashtag- they looking fiiiiine

10x11 forever people- ‘WRONG’

10x18 Russian surveillance Reid 

10x21 mr scratch- I wonder who directed this?

11x01 Reid’s Dom energy briefly  appears 

11x02 strat trekguy does sarin and fit reid 

11x11 entropy - No words just a lot of feelings nsfw

11x18 Derek leaves- breaks my heart

12x13 Spencer- When it’s named after a character you know you’re screwed

12x22 - cat interrogation - I would like to be thrown against the wall no further questions

14x01 300 - Leave him alone ffs

14x05 tall man - MGG just direct my life and also marry me

14x12 - “he went cell block d on him”

15x06 date night- Considering committing crimes if I get a date as a reward 

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

slight angst with happy ending for aaron hotchner

he misunderstands your body language or something (maybe you grew a bit distant, more time on phone etc) and he thinks you cheat cuz he’s travelling for work and he’s had this small insecurity for a while

but obviously you’re not (leave it to you what reader was doing and if she reveals) cheating and comfort ensues

(love me some jealous hotch)

fem!plus size reader, wc: 566.

a/n: i know i need to let the angst breathe, but being the angst lover that i am, i almost jumped at this LMAO.

cw! angst, and fears of cheating :(

Aaron wouldn’t blame you for cheating on him.

He was never home, he had a hard time answering your calls, and he barely texted you back; especially if he was away on a case. 

He hated that he even thought like this, but many nights he’d often catch you on your phone, texting away like he wasn’t lying right next to you. Aaron hated being nosy, but he’d sometimes find himself leaning over – just a bit – and playing it off as kissing you on cheek and bidding you goodnight. 

He’d understand if you were using the device to cool down or relax, but it was an everyday affair. When you were cooking? You’re texting with one hand. When you’re eating? As soon as the damn thing vibrates your eyes flicker over to where Aaron was sitting across from you quickly before looking back down and flipping the damn thing over.

Who the hell was holding your attention like this? 

Aaron didn’t want to offend you by accusing you of cheating on him, because he loves you, but if he didn’t at least know he would go crazy.

“Honey?” He had called out to you one night, his voice soft.

“Hm?” You hummed, your eyes still attached to your screen that illuminated the soft contours of your face. God, you were breathtaking.

“I -” For the first time since the beginning of your relationship, Aaron had no idea how to talk to you. “I don’t mean to intrude but… what are you doing?”

Your eyebrows furrow and you look up. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that for the past week your phone has been glued to your hand.”

You look almost surprised at his confrontation, and that made his stomach drop. Is it really as bad as he thought it was? He felt the bile rise in the back of his throat.

“Oh.” You were almost conflicted. “I-”

“Is there someone else?” Aaron never interrupted you, but he had to know, he had to get the hard part out of the way.

Your jaw dropped and your brows dipped low in disbelief, “Wha - what? No!” You scrambled to shove your device in his hand. “There’s no one Aaron, look.” Your head gestured down to your phone and when he did, he felt like an idiot.

There at the top was labeled ‘Penny <3’

“You know… your birthday is coming up soon, and me and Penelope were just trying to plan something nice for you. I was kind of hoping you wouldn’t ask me about it because you know I can’t lie to you, and I didn’t want all of Penelope’s hard work to go to waste.”

Oh yeah, he was definitely really fucking embarrassed, but he was also overcome with the overwhelming feeling of shame.

How could he have assumed the worst out of you? All this time you were distant was because you loved him so much to the point where you couldn't keep anything from him.

“Oh, honey I’m sorry.” His voice was thick with remorse, and you only grabbed his large hand and kissed the back of it in response. You felt a cheeky smile tugging on your face.

“I’ll forgive you on one condition.”

“Whatever you want, it’s yours.” You shivered at the satisfying sound.

“You have to act surprised when you walk into the room okay?”

He chuckles but nods, “I promise.”

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