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HIHI

so i was just watching compilations on yt and i saw a clip from season 7 episode 23 (i havent gotten that far into the series yet) (also the doctor who convention ep which i LOVE) and this is where i find out that this man KNITS AND KNITTED HIS FOURTH DR SCARF (hilarious bc thats what im literally knitting rn)

anyways..... i was wondering if you could write a fic where reader is helping him put together his cosplay for the con

cant wait to see what youll do :p

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convention — spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: established relationship and literally just the fluffiest fluff a/n: hiii !! i love that scene more than anything spencer is so cute - i hope you like this !!!

Doctor Who played in the background as Spencer sat beside you, his long fingers working quickly as he looped the yarn, the half-finished scarf draped over both of your laps. His brows were furrowed in concentration, lips pressing together.

You watched him for a moment, mesmerized. But then, he let out a small, distressed noise. “Oh no,” he muttered, his hands pausing. 

You barely lifted your head from where it rested against his shoulder. “Spencer, you still have a couple of hours left,” you murmured sleepily. “Stop rushing.” 

Your fingers traced absentmindedly over the red section of the scarf that had pooled onto your lap. It was soft, carefully stitched.

Spencer sighed, his frown deepening. “I still have about ten centimeters left,” he grumbled before resuming his work. 

“And you’ll be able to finish it,” you reassured him. “Besides, Penelope is going to be late, like always.” 

At that, Spencer finally tore his gaze away from the scarf, turning his head toward you. His eyes lingered on your face for a second before he leaned in, pressing a soft, fleeting kiss to the tip of your nose. The corner of your lips curled into a smile as you leaned further into his shoulder, letting out a quiet, content sigh. 

“Do you think it looks good?” he asked after a moment, his voice softer this time, tinged with the faintest trace of uncertainty. 

You tilted your head slightly, glancing down at the scarf once more before meeting his eyes. “I think it looks amazing,” you said, and you meant it. Spencer's lips twitched upward, just the tiniest bit, before he turned back to his knitting, 

You were right. An hour later, Spencer had finished knitting his scarf, and now he stood in front of the mirror, carefully draping it around his neck. You sat cross-legged on the bed, watching him with a soft smile, warmth blooming in your chest. 

“I love it,” you said, your voice full of admiration. 

Spencer turned around, his eyes lighting up at your words. A big, boyish grin spread across his face. “Really?” 

You nodded without hesitation, pushing yourself off the bed and walking toward him. “Wait,” you murmured, reaching for his tie, adjusting the knot and smoothing out the fabric. “This is loose,” you added, concentrating as you tightened it properly. 

Spencer didn’t say anything at first. He simply watched you, his gaze soft, his heart full. The way you did this, these little things, the way you took care of him without a second thought, it was something he never thought he’d have. But here you were, standing close, helping him get ready for a doctor who convention like it was the most natural thing in the world. 

“Thank you,” he mumbled, a small smile on his face.

“You’re forgetting something,” you mumbled, patting his chest as you reached back to grab his hat from the bed. Standing on your tiptoes, you carefully placed it atop his curly-haired wig, adjusting it just a little, trying to make it sit right. The hat looked a little ridiculous on top of the wig, and you couldn’t suppress a small laugh. Spencer caught your eye, his lips curling into a grin. 

“Wait, sit down,” you said, tugging gently on his arm, guiding him toward the bed. 

He obeyed, sitting down and spreading his legs just enough for you to stand in between them, giving you more room to work. You bent slightly, trying to push the wig down so it would fit under the brim of the hat. 

“Stop,” you squirmed, feeling a squeeze at your waist. Spencer grinned mischievously, repeating the action, making you squirm even more. “Spencer, you’re going to be on your own with this hat if you keep doing that,” you warned with a smile.  He only chuckled in response, clearly enjoying your reaction. 

Two minutes later, you managed to press the hat firmly on his head, securing it in place. You stepped back, admiring the look. 

“There,” you said, wiping your hands together. You reached for his hand, gently tugging him toward the mirror. “You look great,” you said, leaning against his side, your smile wide and sincere. 

Spencer tugged at his scarf, adjusting it with a little nervous energy as he studied himself in the reflection. “Yeah, thanks to you,” he said with a warm smile, glancing down at you. 

Before you could respond, the doorbell rang, breaking the moment. Both of you turned toward the sound, and you hurried to open it, revealing Penelope standing there in her own costume. 

“Hello, you two lovebirds!” she called out, practically bouncing on her feet. She pointed at Spencer’s outfit, her eyes wide with excitement. “Love it, Doctor!” 

Spencer blushed slightly but couldn’t hide his grin. “Thanks, Garcia,” he said, adjusting his scarf once more. 

“Well, are you ready to go?” she practically jumped in excitement, her hands clasped together at the thought of the convention. 

Spencer nodded, but before heading out, he hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickering between you and Penelope. His gaze softened as he turned to you, a shy and affectionate look crossing his face.  He stepped closer and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, the warmth of his lips lingering there. “I’ll see you in a few hours,” he whispered, his voice low and sweet. 

You smiled up at him, your heart swelling with love. “Have fun, Doctor,” you teased, your hand resting lightly against his chest. Penelope grinned, her eyes twinkling as she shot you both a playful look. “Seriously, you two are adorable.” Spencer blushed, scratching the back of his neck, while you just laughed, shaking your head.

With one last affectionate glance, he followed Penelope out the door, and you waved them off, your heart full. 

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hyung line requestttttt

Getting high with Sunghoon but he has an oral fixation — 🦔

u get me.

***

“Open up.”

Sunghoon’s deep, raw voice pulls you out of your thoughts. Your body feels heavy as you sit on the couch, almost as if you were a magnet drawn to a surface. He’s holding a joint between his fingers as you turn your head to look at him and his eyes focus on your mouth. You do as he says.

The joint between your lips feels natural. He lights the end until smoke is visible and watches the way you inhale while keeping eye contact. When your lungs breathe in the euphoric property, you avert your head to look at the ceiling and blow the smoke away from him.

“You get hotter every time.” That makes you laugh.

“Are you turned on watching me smoke, baby?”

Sunghoon nods and takes a small drag for himself and puts his palm on your thigh. “Makes me wanna fuck you.”

“O-Oh yeah?” The smoothness of his hand slides up and down slowly like he’s trying to hold himself back. His fingertips toy with the hem of his shirt on your chest and dips his fingers until they’ve disappeared just a little.

Sunghoon didn’t get high much before meeting you. It was more of a casual thing, maybe once in a blue moon if someone else offered and if he felt good enough to do it. There was partial curiosity in marijuana but Sunghoon panicked at the thought of trying it by himself.

Meeting you happened by chance at a party two months ago. It was mildly chilly as winter turned into spring when he stood next to you in Heeseung’s basement, leaning his back against a wall with your mixed friend groups standing in a circle.

Something about your quick whips tugged at his heartstrings. He laughed at your jokes and didn’t mind it when your shoulder bumped against his when you talked. It almost felt intimate in that way. You were two strangers who met each other an hour prior and there he was, looking at your lips every chance he got.

Sunghoon doesn’t quite know how he did it, but he managed to score your number by the end of the night. You called him cute and made his ears flush. When he confided in you about wanting to get high but being afraid to do so, you told Sunghoon to be with people who make him feel safe.

He grew infatuated with you and the way you encouraged him to be more outspoken if he wanted something. You were so cool in a way he wish he was but he chalks it up to the confidence you’ve built for yourself. So carefree and lighthearted, you took life’s challenges with stride and refused to let yourself get knocked down. It was inspiring to see you be unapologetic about yourself. There wasn’t anyone in the world who could push you down because you wouldn’t let them.

Two weeks into knowing you, the two of you hooked up for the first time in the backseat of his car after a night of banter and sexual tension. He pulled over the side of the road in the dead of night and beckoned you to the backseat. Too horny to think, he gave you one chance to pass on him before pulling his dick out of his pants.

There was little foreplay because of the angle and the sheer urgency since you were in public. But that wasn’t a problem because you became extreme aroused when Sunghoon started to manhandle you with the kind of confidence he’d never shown you before. He pulled your panties off of your body and spread your legs with his strength and watched you ooze out your arousal and pushed his dry tip against you.

He let it glide up and down with rushed hips until he was dipping the tip inside. He felt so good even with just this taste. Sunghoon moans and felt your pussy clench around him when he pulled out to put a condom on. He fucked you so hard the car shook with vigor until the two of you lay together well spent, and you had wondered how you could get him to be so forward with you again.

That moment began your friends-with-benefits arrangement with him. Somehow, as he got closer to you, Sunghoon felt enough with you to get truly high for the first time.

It was cute, the way he coughed the first time smoking a joint. You kissed his cheek and told him to take a small breath and hold it in longer than he thinks he needed to. He followed your instructions and you praised him for being so good at listening.

The two of you don’t go anywhere farther than grinding when you’re both inebriated. The thrill of it all is euphoric to Sunghoon no matter if it seems unconventional. You’ve talked about it—having sex while high is on a bucket list for the two of you—and agreed that if it felt right, why not try it?

So now you sit facing Sunghoon as you watch him expertly inhale a puff of smoke and push his lips against yours. It travels into your mouth and the proximity of his lips makes you shudder. Sunghoon keeps his hand on you and pries your legs open slowly.

“You’re so soft,” he whispers as he pecks your mouth. His plump lips feel like pillows. Sunghoon drags his fingers across the hem of your panties, tracing the fabric before sliding his fingers up and down your slit. “God, you’re so wet, too.”

His soft touch tingles in a way that travels to your toes. Sunghoon comes closer to lick your neck before pressing small kisses over it. The sensation is astounding. Every nerve in your body is alert and you’ve never felt more aroused in your entire life.

“I’m so lucky to get to fuck you,” he says against your neck. “I’ve never had anyone better.”

And, well, that’s true. You knew he had a girlfriend before you but when you both started to open up about sexual history and preferences, you learned that Sunghoon’s ex girlfriend didn’t quite meet him halfway.

His confession makes you clench but your words get stuck in your throat with his sudden confession. It turns you on more than you’d like to admit. Sunghoon pulls your panties off completely and kneels on the floor until his face hovers over you.

“Can I?”

Within a fraction of a second of you nodding, Sunghoon’s sticking his tongue out and licking a fat stripe up your core. It’s astonishing the way he maintains being anywhere between dominant and desperate when he’s high. It’s like his brain can’t choose how he wants to act and so his desires come out without abandon. His typically hesitant self is replaced by someone who isn’t afraid to show you how badly he wants you.

Sunghoon lets his spit drip down his tongue until your pussy’s wet enough to glisten. He licks it all up and pushes his tongue harder against you until he feels your toes pressing against his back as you arch yourself into his mouth.

You can tell he’s into it when he allows you to suffocate him. Sunghoon doesn’t resist much when your legs close around his head. In fact, you think he might enjoy being restricted like this because his tongue pushes into you like he’s trying to memorize what you feel like against his wet muscle. In and out does he move his mouth and every pass makes your legs feel like they’re about to fall apart.

He moans into you when he feels your fingers carding through his hair and tugging on the strands whenever he pushes his tongue into you harder. Sunghoon doesnt care that his mouth and chin have become sopping wet with your arousal and his spit. He welcomes the mess, even.

Sunghoon pulls his head back just a little to see the way you look down at him. The eye contact makes you clench and he chuckles straight into your pussy, which makes your toes curl and back arch even higher from the couch beneath you.

He looks like a sex god at this angle and you’re sure some divine power from above must’ve loved you enough to give you someone as handsome and as caring as Sunghoon. His hands are so gentle on your thighs, caressing your soft skin while his tongue licks your slit like you’re his favorite treat he’s trying to savor.

Sunghoon always brings you across the finish line and it’s something you appreciate about him. He moves his tongue with precision, even if patterns he draws feel random at best. In the time he’s gotten to know you intimately, you’ve been wondering if he’s learning about your body every time he sees you naked.

He coaxes you into an orgasm when you push your hands into his. Sunghoon immediately clasps his fingers in yours and eases the pressure on your core once your release hits his tongue. He laps it up like he hasn’t had a sip of water in days and cleans you up to the best of his ability. Sunghoon’s tongue feels so soft and gentle as you come down from your orgasm but the high from the marijuana is still a lingering presence, aiding in your euphoric come down.

The two of you look at each other like you know there’s an unspoken presence between the two of you. For now, Sunghoon smiles at you in the way he does when he’s trying to figure out a way to tell you he likes you without directly saying it.

You silence him with a kiss and hope he knows you like him too.

***

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