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Chapter 4: World Enough

A/N: This was written for @thesassmisstress as part of imagining-in-the-margins’ Discord server swap. Title references a line said in Disney's Jungle Cruise.

Summary: Reader’s not sure why the universe is throwing a certain lovable doctor at her. Why hasn't she recognized it for what it is?

Reader POV

I wasn't sure why the universe seemed to have it out for me and Reid. We’d been inseparable buddies since the day I joined the BAU and I’d laughed at some Star Trek trivia he’d told me. “Come on, Einstein, it's just a prediction! Most often, they don't come true.” I tried to convince Spencer to go with me to a fortune teller as we doctored our coffees. He snorted.

“You expect me to walk into there for something I know won't come true?" He hissed. “Wow, that's actually a new low for you.” He took a measured sip of his coffee. “Why don't you take your boyfriend?” He was referring to Richards from White-collar crime. Richards had a fiancèe who looked to be the feminine version of Spencer, if Spencer had been born a girl. I'd met her, finding her more approachable than the object of my unrequited feelings who seemed to be hung up on the fact that Richards and I were dating, which we were not.

“You know full well that he's not my boyfriend, Reid!” I exclaimed. Why I have feelings for this germaphobic idiot, I'll never know. “We’re friends!”

“Well like JJ says, he is a guy and he is your friend, therefore he's your boyfriend.” Spencer murmured as he left the kitchenette with his coffee. I tried to avert my eyes from his ass as he walked off and silently cursed the day Morgan convinced Spencer to get his pants a size smaller than what he usually did.

“Same thing applies to you, smartass!” I exclaimed in irritation as I followed him. I was tired of his smart mouth. Unfortunately, the rest of the bullpen was now hearing our argument.

“I don't think anyone caught **us** kissing in the hallway making Emily bust a gut over it.” Smartass pointed out, mentioning our Unit Chief. What I wouldn't give to fuck those brains of his into silence! He was always bringing up that one fucking kiss that I initiated on Garcia's suggestion to see if Spence would be jealous. Unfortunately, I had to pretend that it was Spencer kissing me instead of Richards, which meant my panties were soaked.

“It only happened one time, Reid! Look, all I'm asking is for you to come with me, Reid, not ask you out on a date!” I snapped at him.

“Maybe that's the problem.” Anderson said as he handed a file to Spencer. I glare at Anderson in disbelief. “All I'm saying is that you two either need to start dating or start fucking because I'm tired of you both dancing around the sexual attraction issue and I'm sure everyone else is too.” We both glare at Anderson now after seeing several nods, chiefly Matt, Tara and Luke.

“I’ll go but it's a date.” Reid said before burying himself in paperwork. I scowled at Reid. How could he even say that this was a date?!

“No, it's not a fucking date!” I hissed. As usual when he was annoyed or dare I even say it, angry; Spencer didn't say a word.

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Spencer POV

Later that day, we walked into the fortune teller’s tent. I was still highly skeptical about it. I still believe that most fortune tellers prey on human emotions, it’s a profiling turned carnival trick and that it’s not adequately rooted in science. She took one look at us, rose to her feet and bluntly asked, “When’s the wedding? You two make a lovely couple.”

Awkwardly I answered, “We’re...not together.” as I watched Y/N blush.

She smirks at me and says, “Yet. Fate wants you two together.” I blinked in surprise at her declaration that we were supposed to be together.

After telling her that we weren't interested in a full session, we walked out of the tent. Suddenly, “Oh shit, tonight’s date night!” came out of Y/N’s mouth. I raise my eyebrows at her. Twice a month, our team held Date Night, which gave established couples a chance to relax and have fun. It also gave Garcia a chance to play matchmaker. I always volunteered to babysit Henry and Michael on those nights because I didn't want to see Y/N with other guys.

Some part of my brain said in Elle’s voice, “Then why don't you ask her out, Reid?!” I didn't want to be rejected as I was fairly sure that I wasn't her type, except for platonically which is where I didn't want to be.

“Are you going?” she asked.

“What’s the point of even going at all?” I asked. She blinked, then frowned at me.

“To find a date?” she asked quizzically.

“You know... when you, Garcia, JJ and Emily set me up with blind dates, I never retain enough interest because they're *strangers*, Y/N.” I blurted. “I’m not like you.”

“What’s that supposed to even mean, Einstein?” I bristled at the nickname.

“Nothing. Actually, no...it means you’re always all over every single guy except the one who’s actually shown interest.” I spat.

“Wait, what? That's a little harsh, Reid.” I didn't think she was **this** sensitive!

“What's wrong with me? I'm too intelligent or don't have enough muscle for you?!” Her jaw dropped. Maybe I was being unfair, though the team knew I could be a loose cannon and not the same thanks to prison. “Not dangerous enough?!”

“That’s not true!” she exclaimed. Oops, perhaps I came on too strong. “If you go, I will.” She finally said before walking away.

The fortune teller came out and said, "Mr. Reid, a quick word before you and your friend leave." I nodded and went back into the tent, while Y/N went shopping since our task was completed. “You need to go to your work’s date night tonight. I'm sensing that this is the chance that you've been waiting for all year.” I blinked in surprise again.

“It’s Doctor and how did...” She pointed to my FBI ID Badge. Apparently, I had forgotten to take it off when we left work.

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Reader POV:

I was shocked by Spencer's outburst. Never would I have guessed that the good doctor might be into *me*, of all people. How long he had been was anyone's guess at this point. I admit, I *had been* oblivious to his interest. Well that Y/N is gone. I will reciprocate his feelings.

I found a very sexy number that I had gotten for my birthday and hadn't worn yet in the back of my closet. It was a rose-gold colored knee-length bodycon dress that showed a healthy, tasteful amount of my cleavage (which wasn't much, thankfully). I recalled that Spencer had gotten it for my birthday last year as I pulled it out. Perfect, it was time to use it to premium advantage - seducing Spencer.

Unfortunately, Garcia chose that minute to Skype me. “Angel, please tell me you have chosen...Oh hello!” she said upon seeing the dress. “Never mind, you’re going straight for the cannons.”

“You bet your ass I am.” I said, looking through my jewelry. I chose a simple diamond and pearl pendant that rested snugly between my breasts, diamond-pearl drop earrings and a diamond bracelet to wear tonight. The diamond and pearl pendant (I hoped) would call Spencer's attention to my breasts.

I hadn't known he felt that way about me. I may have been all over every guy except him, but he was the only one I wanted to actually fuck me. I'd started having explicit dreams when he got shot in the leg a few years ago and when I naively believed that he wanted no more than friendship, they had been my solace until today. I critically assessed myself in my vanity mirror.

“Well this is as good as I'm gonna get.” I murmured. Tonight, Spencer Reid wouldn't even know what hit him - and he'd asked for it!

Upon my arrival, I didn't see him but I did see my ex. I ignored him and continued searching for Spencer. I found him sitting at the bar, nursing a coke. He must have thought I was going to ignore him again. ‘After that outburst? Wrong, Pretty Boy.’ I thought.

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Spencer POV:

I arrived early, hoping that she'd be there. If she doesn't show...I can always go home and pretend this never even happened. I was enjoying my coke when out of nowhere, Y/N plops onto my lap. “You know, we’re like cocoa and marshmallows. You're hot and I want to be on top of you.” she whispered in my ear. I flushed scarlet at the innuendo.

“Y/N, what the hell are you doing?” I asked, confused but also getting aroused by her.

“Babe, you’re so hot, you make the equator look like the north pole.” she murmured against my lips before kissing me. Was that the dress I bought her for her birthday? Fuck...I should have reconsidered buying it, especially with how her necklace lay snugly between her beautiful, pert breasts. A surge of jealousy fired through me.

“Y/N...” I groaned as she got up off me and grinned in satisfaction. However, the relief was short lived because she straddled me.

“I'm going to need a tall glass of cold water, because ooh babe, you're making me HOT!” she murmured against my lips.

“Y/N...” I tried again.

“Kiss me if I’m wrong, but I think you want to be my lover.” She whispered and smirked again when we both felt my bulge swell to meet her entrance. “You asked for this.” she retorted at my surprised expression. She kissed me, pulled back and bit her lip. I could read ‘Please don’t let me be wrong about his feelings for me…’ in her eyes. She wasn't wrong. Immediately, I cradled her jaw and my lips met hers. They were soft and instantly welcoming.

“Thank you.” I mumbled. I noticed Luke and Rossi smirking as they gestured, getting the team’s attention on us. I could see Garcia mouthing, ‘It's about time, Lover Boy.’ I ignored them in favor of kissing Y/N’s neck. Shit, I wanted her!

“Let’s get out of here.” She suggested, clearly eager to have my hands on her. I chuckled and shook my head.

“Wow, someone’s a little too eager to get our night started.” I murmured. “But yes, I can't wait either. Let's go.” It was her turn to chuckle as she got up. I hid what she’d done to me behind my messenger bag, paid for our individual drinks, made our excuses to Emily and led her out to my car.

We had barely gotten into the apartment and the door closed when I kissed her after throwing my messenger bag onto the floor, my body nearly pinning her to the wall. “I can't believe I get to be the one to have you.” I murmured before kissing her neck, on top of her pounding pulse.

“Rules first.” She whispered in my ear.

“Mm-hm. No condom.” I agreed. She shivered when she heard that condition. “Any time, anywhere and in addition, anything asked of you, you comply immediately and without question.” This condition could be somewhat bent because I wasn't 100% set on it.

“Yes.” She answered.

“Any conditions of your own, love?” I asked, my honey-brown eyes looking into her blue-gray ones. She shook her head. "Just so you know, I've wanted you since I met you." She blinked as I ground my hips against hers, making her feel the large bulge in my slacks. She licked her lips and unbuckled my belt. “Love, what are you doing?” I asked.

“Did I ever tell you that I imagine you fucking me every night?” If it was even possible, my erection now was at full attention.

“Just me?” I asked, almost jealous again. However, her next statement eradicated it.

“Just you.” she confirmed, taking off her shirt and bra. I took off my shirt. "We should sleep." She said with a hard gulp.

"Makes no difference whether it's now or tomorrow, Y/N. I'll still want this in the morning..." I ground my hips against hers again before saying, "Question is, will you?"

"What if I get pregnant?" She countered. I tilted my head as my eyes raked over her form. It was easy to imagine her belly perfectly round with my child growing inside her.

"Would you want that?" I asked her. "Because I would love that, actually. A little girl who is just as beautiful as her mother. And I thought I said, any time, anywhere and in addition, anything asked of you, you comply immediately and without question.” She smiled brightly and tugged me so that my body was snug against hers.

“Actually, I want a little boy who is as smart as his father,” she corrected, “and who endlessly questions everything.”

“You would.” I murmured against her collarbone with amusement. She started unbuckling my belt. I stepped back, making her whine with frustration. "We should take this to the bedroom. It'll be more comfortable." She nodded at the suggestion and got up to head for the bedroom. I was just a moment behind her as I discarded my pants and underwear before following.

Slowly, she slid her panties off, for the first time, showing off her neatly trimmed bush. She watched as I swallowed convulsively, taking in her naked form. We tumbled onto the bed, and I leaned over her, one knee parting her legs.

"Sweetheart, you are beautiful." I murmured as I left a trail of kisses down her throat. She reached for my head, lacing her fingers through the dark brown locks, and pulled me back to face her. My amber eyes looked back at her, wordlessly questioning whether she wanted me to continue. She answered by kissing me and wrapping her legs around my backside.

I grinned at her mischievously, and ran my hands languorously across her abdomen. I brought my head further south, trailing kisses down to her belly button, before coming up to flick my tongue at each of her pert and generous breasts, bringing the nipples to a stiffness for a reason other than being cold. I then enveloped one with my mouth, suckling lightly, my eyes looking up to meet her own lidded ones when she moaned in pleasure. I did not leave the other neglected, and I knew she'd wonder where I learned to make love.

She was taken by surprise, when I moved lower, trailing kiss after kiss across her stomach, and then bent my head to her mound, pulling her legs up to rest on my shoulders. My fingers and tongue caressed her as they sought out that little button of pleasure that had brought her to climax so many times before. I knew I wanted to be inside her but couldn't force it, it had to be her that approached me.

Between that and the slow, gentle thrusts of two of my long, piano fingers within her, once in a while brushing across a part of her that made her thrust back, the pleasure seemed to make something wind up tightly inside of her.

"Spencer," she gasped, "I want you inside me, now." I'm sure that she meant it as an order, though it sounded like a plea.

"You're sure?" I queried.

"Yes." She replied. “Spencer, I need you now, damn it!” It took a moment but I brought my sex to nearly meet her own. I smirked as she rolled her hips, begging me to just hurry up, impatient to quell the fire burning within.

I fumbled a bit, missing my mark twice before I slowly entered her. She loosely wrapped her legs around my waist as I began to thrust, slowly, with utmost care. One hand caressed her body, while the other cradled her head as I kissed her lips once more.

I found that spot within her, easily rubbing against it with each thrust of our hips crashing against each other. We both worked at a frenzied pace, until finally that spring within her broke, unleashing wave after wave of euphoric pleasure while my thrusts continued, though now short and urgent. Suddenly I stilled, and she watched as every muscle tensed.

Still recovering from her own climax, I knew she could feel my throbbing length pulse as my own was met. I desperately muttered her name. I'm now watching her, my head propped up on one arm. "Where did you learn to make love like that?" She asked breathily.

"Nowhere." I murmured. " You're the first-"

"Impossible. I've never climaxed like that before." She told me shyly.

"I read," I cleared my throat suddenly. "...a lot, Y/N." I answered tiredly. She looked like she wasn't sure whether or not she should believe me but cuddled up to me anyway, resting her head in the crook of my arm.

"Let's try again later?" She suggested. I nodded and pressed a kiss to her temple. “When did you know you were in love with me?”

“When Hotch first paired us together after my ordeal with Hankel.” I whispered. Because I had been addicted to Dilaudid at the time, I had tried to drown out both my numerous nightmares involving Hankel and my fantasies regarding Y/N.

“Spence, that was 14, almost 15 years ago!” she squeaked. “You mean to tell me that you've carried a torch for me that long and didn't tell me?!”

“Well, I was under the influence at the time and I may have assumed that you wouldn't feel the same way…What about you?” I admitted.

“When you had anthrax. Hotch had to hold me back from driving to where you were, I was so afraid that you would die…” she paused, trying to hide her tears.

“No, no hiding.” I said, gently brushing away her tears. “I’m here.” she slightly shifted, which made me harden again due to her tightness around my cock. “I was so jealous when you kissed Richards that it took all I had to keep myself in the bullpen and not create an even bigger scene.”

“I was only able to get through that kiss by pretending Richards was you.” She shyly admitted. I raised my eyebrow in surprise. “My panties were soaked.”

“I would have loved to have seen that.” I teased. “Maybe we could...”

“I’m not having Prentiss bust her gut again. Once was bad enough.” She retorted.

“No, no...I meant to reenact it here.” I said. She blushed. “As much as I love you, I'm not willing to incur Emily's wrath.” We both laughed. I let my forehead rest against hers.

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Reader POV:

Thankfully, everything went back to normal in the morning. Well, nearly everything since Reid and I were now together and Anderson looked as smug as a peacock. I didn't care until Emily called us into her office.

“I have concerns about the two of you dating. Rossi tells me that Reid was distraught when Maeve died.” She began.

“Prentiss...” I started softly. She held up her hand.

“Hotch trusted both of you, which means I do too. However, my official stance is that you two will not be going in the field together as if something happened to either of you, I don't want the other to take unnecessary risks. I remember what happened when we paired Reid with Garcia last time, so Y/N,” Emily said, “You will be working with her.” I nodded.

“That’ll be great as Spence and I are trying to get pregnant.” Emily looked shocked at my declaration.

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Spencer POV

Three months passed and Y/N started feeling a bit fatigued. Concerning our previous conversation, I did test the theory that kissing me soaked her panties and am delighted to say that it is true. Tonight I had her pinned against the wall. “Your nipples are so sensitive today.” I remarked, the pads of my thumbs stroking her nipples and coaxing them into hard peaks.

“So?” she mumbled. “We’re just friends.” A low growl escaped my lips.

“We’re more than just friends and you fucking know it, brat.” I snapped. Her eyes widened. It looked like she brought out my dominant side again. She writhed against me in panic.

“Spence, do whatever you want,” She squeaked, “but don't hurt our baby!” I froze.

“I thought your breasts and figure looked fuller.” I mumbled. She blinked. “Bed.”

“Spencer Walter Reid, are you saying I'm fat?!” She asked incredulously as she walked to our bedroom. I shook my head briefly before joining her on the bed.

“No, no. I was saying that I thought I noticed a change.” I said, lightly stroking her belly with the pads of my fingers. “Daddy’s so excited to meet you.” I whispered against her skin. “I love you.” I said, looking into her eyes. “Both of you.”

“We love you too, Encyclopedia Brown. Now fuck me, please!” she whined.

“Nope. You forgot to call me something.” I teased, caressing her thigh.

“Daddy, please!” She cried out when I ran the tip of my cock along her wet entrance. I smirked.

“That’s it, my sweet girl.” I murmured. "Lay down on your stomach." She did as I asked and I slid a couple of pillows underneath her pelvis, then slipped into her. "Close your legs a bit." I instructed her, which she did.

I found that spot within her, easily rubbing against it with each thrust of my hips crashing against her pelvis. I moaned.

We worked at a frenzied pace, until finally that spring within her broke, unleashing wave after wave of euphoric pleasure while my thrusts continued, though now short and urgent.

Suddenly I stilled. “I can’t wait any longer.” I mumbled.

"Spence, cum for me.” She requested. That did it. I let go and surrendered to the pleasure that release brought me. “Spence?

"Hm?" I sounded tired.

"That felt really good." She said quietly. "Again?"

"No, sleep, then later." I murmured, climbing into bed beside her. "Love you, Sparkles."

"I love you too." She replied as I snuggled into her.

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Reader POV

Shortly after that, we discovered that I was carrying twins, which ended with Spencer fainting at the news, funnily enough. I felt huge as I finally popped.

Now anyone who knows Spencer knows that he usually had a couple of bites of whatever I was eating, as long as it wasn't a Maple Bar. Those, I told him not to touch, back when we were friends or I would slap him silly. I forgot to tell him that I put small pieces of beef jerky into my vanilla ice cream today.

I returned from Penelope's office to find Spencer forcefully swallowing the bite he'd taken. He was playing it off as fine but our coworkers and I both knew he wanted to spit it into the garbage.

“That was fucking disgusting, Y/N.” he said quietly.

“Hey, your kids are calling the shots, not me. And you know that I have a pregnancy brain. I'll make it up to you later.” I shot back as I took a bite of my ice cream.

“How?” Spencer asked as he took a bite of his chocolate doughnut with sprinkles.

“Spoilers.” I said, using a quote from Doctor Who.

“That sucks and you better not forget it.” I smirk at him.

"So Y/L/N, who's the baby daddy?" I had taken a swig of my cherry limeade soda just as Luke casually asked that and Spencer had gotten up to get more coffee. My soda went all over the back of Reid's black sweater vest.

"I am and thanks for asking her that, Luke." Spencer said irritably, setting down his mug and taking off his vest. Luke’s jaw dropped.

“Spence, I'm...” I start to apologize.

“Not your fault, love. It's Luke's.” He murmured as he headed toward the kitchen. I get up to follow him.

"Spence." He turned around before making another cup. I grabbed his hand and placed it on my belly. "Someone's trying to say hello."

Spencer's eyes immediately lit up and a silly grin appeared. I usually equated that smile with our unborn children. "Hi, this is Daddy. Momma and I can't wait to meet you. We love you two so much." For that, Spencer was rewarded with a series of kicks.

“I love you, Spencer.'” I said.

“I love you more.” He replied, kissing me. He made his cup and I got a new cup of ice for my soda. “We're supposed to find out their genders tomorrow. I'll have to tell Emily, but I think she'll let me go.” I nodded. He knelt and kissed my swollen abdomen.

“Spence, wait until we get home. Remember Emily’s reaction...” I was reminded as he caressed it. He stood up and frowned. “We’ll have all night long tonight for you to spend worshipping me after work.”

“Fine,” he pouted and left with his coffee. I needed to get myself calmed down. The extra hormones always meant I was wet for my boyfriend.

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The next morning, “I hope they’re okay.” I said as Spencer went through a case file while we waited for the doctor. He looked up and stroked my belly with two of his fingers.

“I’m sure they're fine. They're kicking constantly.” He said with a grin.

“Only because you keep touching my belly so much, Daddy.” I teased.

“Keep this up and you won't be leaving bed for a few days once we get home.” he quietly warned. “You know what calling me Daddy does.” I did and I wanted it when we got back home. I kept calling him Daddy so only he could hear it. “Enough, love.” he said.

“Spoilsport.” I mumbled as the doctor came in. To our relief, the twins and I were doing very well. I was carrying a girl and a boy. “Now you can stop calling me your sweet girl.” I said as we walked into my apartment.

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Spencer POV

“Nope, you’ll always be my sweet girl in the bedroom.” I replied as both fetuses kicked in unison. “You're the original, no matter how many daughters we have.” I ripped the shirt right off of her body and caressed her belly as I kissed her hungrily.

“That’s not where I want your hands, smartass.” she moaned.

Deciding to play with her a bit, I said, “But it's where I want my hands to be, babe. Or do you want them on your breasts?” I noticed a shiver go through her and grinned. “Okay, noted. Breasts are next.”

“No, not breasts, Spencer.” she hissed. "Well, maybe your mouth on my breast and your dick in me. I think I'm wet enough.”

“Let my tongue be the judge of if you’re wet enough.” Has that seriously come out of my mouth?! Usually, I'm not that blunt.

“Well, do something.” she said.

She was taken by surprise, when I moved lower, trailing kiss after kiss across her stomach, and then bent my head to her mound, pulling her legs up to rest on my shoulders. “I can’t believe how wet you are already...” I moaned against her mound.

“Your fault.” I looked up at her, quivering my eyebrows. “If you hadn't said anything about me being with every guy except you, I wouldn't be in this condition.”

“Oh, I would have found a way. Maybe I would have talked Richards into a threesome...Or asked Garcia to help me.” I retorted. She snorted.

“One, Richards is - fuck, Spence - engaged...Two, my kissing Richards was Garcia's suggestion on getting your attention and three, I should have seduced you sooner.” I laughed.

“Should’ve known it was Garcia's suggestion and yes, you should have but I should have given you some indication that I was head over heels for you.” I mused.

“Just fuck me, Spencer.” she said.

"Lay down on your stomach." She did as I asked and I slid a couple of pillows underneath her pelvis, then slipped into her. "Close your legs a bit." I instructed her, which she did. I found that spot within her, easily rubbing against it with each thrust of my hips crashing against her pelvis. I moaned. We worked into a frenzied pace, until finally that spring within her broke, unleashing wave after wave of euphoric pleasure while my thrusts continued, though now short and urgent. “I can't hold it...” I murmured.

“Don’t.” she whispered. Suddenly I stilled. Still recovering from her climax, I knew she could feel my throbbing length pulse inside her as my own was met. “Spence, I love you.” she murmured.

I love you too.” I murmured against her neck.

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I absently placed a hand on Y/N’s belly as we watched Star Trek. It had become a habit of mine after Y/N let me feel the first kick because I liked feeling our children move inside of her. Much to her annoyance, it also led to me being aroused all of the time. Thankfully, we were relaxing so when Y/N got up, I made a small whine in the back of my throat. Fortunately for me, she slowly unbuckled my belt and unzipped my slacks, slipping a hand in to touch my erection. I couldn't help it, I moaned.

“Does that feel good, Spence?” she asked, smirking.

“It would feel even better if you straddled me.” I murmured. She raised her eyebrows.

“You're going to have to wait until they're born because with the size of my belly...” she started. I could see the wheels in her head turning. She got down on her hands and knees to take my manhood into her mouth.

“Stay still.” I murmured. “Emily's calling.” I wanted her to keep my cock warm and that's what she did for me while I was on the phone with various people. When I got on the phone with Garcia, she got tired of waiting, so she lightly ran the tip of her tongue against the ridge. My cock twitched. She licked it and suddenly, I came in her mouth. She swallowed eagerly and grinned as I tried to hide the fact I was climaxing.

“187, I imagine that I interrupted something between you and Angel, so I'll call back later.” I heard her hang up.

“Y/N! Now she's going to think we're having sex while I'm on the phone with her!” I whined. She licked my cock again.

“Let her. You got me pregnant, so you'll have to excuse me when I get horny.” I looked at her round belly, enjoying the sight of it and knowing those were my fetuses inside her. “Besides you started it.” she retorted. I rolled my eyes even though it was true.

“Oh fuck it.” I growled as I scooted back. “Out, now!” she crawled out and grinned because I was hardening again for her. “Bed.” I growled again.

“Mm... would that include me naked and waiting with an apple in my mouth?” she asked, smirking as she slowly stood up. I considered the mental picture and found I liked it more than I should. I glared at her.

“Bed, now, brat!” I said, giving her a playful swat on the ass. She laughed as she did what I requested.

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Reader POV:

9 months (38 weeks):

I woke up, wanting to scream as I panted. “Spence, the twins are on their way.” Sleepily, Spencer got up. It was fortunate that he was a light sleeper. He quickly got dressed, grabbed my hospital bag, and herded me out the door in my nightgown.

The rest of early morning passed in a blur. Our babies, one of each, were in the nursery when I heard a knock. It was Spencer's. “They’re small, but beautiful,” he tells me.

“Spencer Reid, are you crying?” I asked, amazed that two little babies could bring him to tears.

“No.” he lied, making me laugh. “Well yes. I am so grateful for them and for whatever changed your mind on Date night.” Inwardly, I sighed, disappointed that this wasn't a proposal. “I know I don't have a ring,” He took my hand and knelt, “but would you do me the honor of giving me your hand in marriage?” Now I was in tears. My best friend wanted to be with me as husband and wife!

“Yes!” I gasped. His lips sought mine. “What do you want to bet that in five years, I'll be pregnant again?” I asked.

“With the way I can't keep my hands off of you? Two years maximum.” he whispered.

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I shouldn't have bet against Spence. Two years have passed and I just found out I'm pregnant again. My husband's being a smug bastard... But I asked for it!

#NSFW #minors dni #fic swap #dr. spencer reid x reader

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omgbigfluffwriting · 2 years

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Let me be myself chapter 4: Motherly instincts

A/N: This was written for writing-in-April for Pom’s server swap. Maeve does not exist here!

Summary: You hated Strauss but she had an unquestionable maternal instinct. That's why you later named your daughter after her.

You hated Strauss now that Hotch, Morgan and Rossi had gotten her off the alcohol six months ago. You’d purposely put yourself in harm’s way to protect your best friend, secret boyfriend and father of your unborn child, Dr. Spencer Reid from a vengeful unsub. It had been instinct and love for not only the skinny genius but your shared unborn child driving you. Well, your actions had not only invited the ire of your boss, Aaron Hotchner but that also of his boss, Erin Strauss. Erin had wanted to fire you on the spot but Hotch just put you on immediate administrative leave for a month so you would ‘cool your head’ so to speak.

You hadn't spoken to any team member since you left Aaron’s office in a huff. You ignored all their attempts to try to smooth things over, especially Spencer's. Two weeks into your leave, there was a knock at your door. You were able to ignore it until you heard, “Y/L/N, I know you're home so open the door!” in Reid's dulcet tone. Great, the bloody one that you couldn't ignore.

You opened the door. “What?!” you snapped.

“Strauss sent me to check on you.” Spencer murmured. You now are annoyed.

“Oh so now the bitch cares? Wonderful!” you remarked. You sat on the couch and crooked your finger at him. He came in, shut the door and stood in front of your coffee table. He looked angry for some reason.

“Well since I didn't get to say my piece to you that day, you're going to listen to me now.” He said. You raised your eyebrow at him. “Do you have any idea how much you terrified me?”

“I was scared of losing the man I love, Reid.” You protest.

“And I'm not allowed to be terrified of losing the woman that I love more than my own life?” he demanded. You stared at him. How long had he known? “If Morgan hadn't put a bullet between his eyes, you’d be dead.”

“You love me.” You said those three words slowly, savoring them. “Then that undercover mission...you weren't playing with me?” Spencer sat down next to you, cradled your jaw with his hands and kissed you. You didn't know how much you missed his kisses until now.

“You thought I was playing with you?” he asked, giving you a pained look. “Y/N, I couldn't fake my feelings if I tried. What's wrong?” Tears glistened in your eyes as you contemplated how to tell Reid that you would be forever linked to him because of an Unsub’s decision.

“Spence, remember when three months ago, Theodore Armstrong held us captive and...” Spencer nodded. The two of you still disliked to discuss **those** events but they needed to be discussed.

“I thought we agreed to never discuss that again though.” He said, frowning.

“We did but that particular event has... consequences we need to discuss, Spence.”

“I don't know what you're getting at.” Spencer replied. You closed your eyes and hoped he wouldn't mind but Spence just wasn't getting it. You grabbed his hand, set it on your belly and hummed ‘Happy Birthday’. Spencer's eyes widened in love and awe.

“You’re pregnant!?” You nodded. “How far along?” he asked excitedly. You mouthed ‘Nearly’, held up 1 finger first and then 3 fingers. “Nearly 13 weeks?” you nodded. He kissed you passionately. “Please don't ever do that again.” Your hand joined his on your barely rounded belly.

“You got to promise me the same thing. You can't just take off your vest when you feel like it. Our baby is in my belly and they're going to need us both, boy or girl.” You countered.

“Understood, I promise and it’s uterus, not belly.” Spencer murmured. You rolled your eyes at the correction. Spencer was always correcting you. Sometimes it was annoying, other times endearing.

”Whatever the term, I am still pregnant with your child, Spence.” A wicked gleam shone in his eyes. “What?!”

“I guess this now means, with you carrying my child, our relationship is going to be outed to the team, Sparkles.” Spencer murmured with a smirk. You had forgotten that you were keeping your relationship secret from the team.

“Oh shit.” you mumbled. Either you would get fired or sent to a different unit!

“Mm. I don't mind. That Unsub did us a favor. I'm having a child with my extremely gorgeous girlfriend and things will be wonderful.” he kissed you.

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You came early to talk to Strauss. “Come in.” Strauss said to your knock. “Agent Y/L/N? I thought you weren't to be in...”

“I’m not here officially, Ma’am. Why did you send Doctor Reid to check on me?”

“A fellow mother knows. I wanted you to have no regrets and I do hold a professional fondness for Doctor Reid.” Her blue eyes looked at you. “Congratulations but it is up to Aaron on if your relationship with Doctor Reid can be allowed. I made the promise to him that I would not interfere with his team unless absolutely necessary.”

“Thank you, Strauss.” You said.

“You’re welcome.” She replied as the door opened to admit Hotch. You followed him into his office.

“Reid told me everything.” Hotch said. “Congratulations. As long as you two remain professional in the field, I'll allow the relationship.” You were able to breathe a sigh of relief as you placed a hand on your belly. “ How far are you?”

“Nearly 13 weeks sir.” you answer.

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You were excited when the baby started kicking but apprehensive whenever JJ told the story about Spencer feeling Henry's kick. So when you woke up to Spence’s hands cradling your swollen belly, you froze. “He’s got a strong kick.” Spencer's voice tickled your ear.

“I thought you were freaked out by baby kicks.” You said, your hands joining his.

“Mm, it's very different when you're feeling your *child* kick instead of your godson.” he murmured, gently caressing your swollen abdomen.

“How is it different?!” You asked, curious.

“Well for one thing, I didn't **father** Henry, so there was no need for me to feel attached when he kicked. Two, I love JJ like I would a sister... and three, do you know how incredibly gorgeous you are, especially carrying my son?”

“Flatterer.” You mumbled. “You know, Spence, our baby could be a girl.” You sternly remarked. He shrugged.

---

“How about Joseph?” Spencer asked. You were now 29 weeks pregnant. You shook your head. “Come on, you’ve said no to every boy name I've suggested!”

“Open this.” You hand Spencer a pink bag. He opened it to reveal a light pink onesie that said,“Daddy’s Little Genius Princess.” Spencer's mouth opened and shut like a fish.

He licked his lips and turned the onesie to face you. “When were you going to tell me that I assumed our fetus was the wrong gender?” he asked, making you smirk.

“Spence, I've been trying to tell you...” You said, trying to hide your laughter. You also had given him a tutu, a tiara, a tea set, a Barbie, an American Girl doll and a pair of pink booties. His expression turned joyful.

“I have my girls.” he murmured.

“Next time I want a boy.” you said, laughing at the expression on Spencer's face when you said you wanted a boy.

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The day before Strauss was murdered, you went into labor and literally seconds after she drew her last breath in Hotch’s arms, your daughter was born. You hadn't told Spencer the name you had chosen because you made alterations to it.

Alexandra Erin Reid. Alexandra after Alex, because Alex had been supportive as had all the team when you and Reid announced your pregnancy. Erin after Strauss because if it hadn't been for her mother's intuition sense, you would have never told Reid about your daughter and you wouldn't be together with him. A knock on the door brought you out of your musings to see Spencer come in. His eyes were slightly red from crying. “Spence...”

“Strauss was murdered,” he said, his lips trembling. “Is that...” He immediately held out his arms for her.

“Our daughter.” you confirmed for him. “Alexandra Erin Reid.” Alexandra opened her eyes as you handed her to Spence.

“We’re definitely not calling her Alexa,” he said defensively.

“Lexie, Andie..” you suggested.

“Lexie.” Spencer murmured as he kissed Lexie's forehead. “My little pixie.” You bit back a laugh at ‘Pixie’. “Allie?” You shrugged.

“Andie sounds prettier.” You suggested.

“Okay, we’ll go with Andie.” Spencer agreed. “You have a very strong kick, sweetheart.” he told Andie, his lips curved upward into a smile as she lay peacefully in his arms with her blue eyes closed.

“Definitely a Daddy's girl.” you observed with a quiet giggle.

“Want to try again after a couple of years?” Spencer asked. You looked at him, shocked. You assumed Andie would be enough. “I love you and if Andie’s enough...”

“You just want to keep me barefoot and pregnant.” You teased, a grin on your face. Spencer shrugged.

“You do have a point. I did enjoy watching Andie grow inside you.” Spencer murmured, pressing his lips to your temple.

So you were definitely not surprised to find out that when almost a full year passed after Andie’s birth, you were pregnant again. Your doctor fussed but thankfully, there weren't any complications with your son's, Derek Jason “DJ” Reid’s, birth. Nor were there any with your set of twins, Tara Jennifer and Simon David two years later after DJ’s.

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A/N: This is late! It was supposed to be posted yesterday for pom’s Halloween event! This is NSFW, Minors, don't interact!

“We should do a Doctor Who themed couples costume.” You mused as you watched ‘The Almost People’. “You could be the Eleventh Doctor and I could be...”

Summary: You decide to use your Halloween costume to fuck with Spencer after he makes an offhand suggestion.

“Amy, ready to give birth.” Spencer said as his palm covered your flat belly. You looked up at Spencer from where your head used his thigh as a pillow. “Just a suggestion.” he softly noted as he started the next episode. You were ready to think of another Doctor Who couples costume idea when you saw out of the corner of your eye that the idea of you dressed like Amy at the end of ‘The Almost People’ .... rather excited Spence. Hmm, that gave you an idea.

You told Spence you had a headache and needed to lay down. Spencer turned off Dr. Who and watched Jeopardy instead. Once you got into your room, you called Garcia. “Enchantress of all things possible, use your imagination.” You were rolling your eyes. Garcia made sure nobody got left out when it came to flirty talk.

“Garcia, I need help.” you said

“Sweetie, I don't do couples counseling.” Garcia said. You snorted in disbelief.

“Pen, Spence and I are not in need of that!” You hissed. “I need help with my half of the couples costume, specifically to fuck with Spencer.”

“Mm, what do I get out of it? You can't get something for nothing, you know.” You rolled your eyes again.

“You know how you've been wanting to be godmother to Spence’s child?” You asked, looking at your nails. This was reminding you of The Little Mermaid.

“Yes.” Garcia said, making it sound like a question.

“Help me with this and it's a maybe.” You said, hoping she would take the bait.

“Okay.” she agreed.

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“I don't know, what if taking Spencer's suggestion doesn't do anything?” You said to Garcia after you stepped into the fake pregnant suit that she'd made for you. You were worried that Spencer might not find you attractive in this costume.

“Angel, 187 would be stupidly blind if he didn't find this costume attractive.” Garcia said as she sewed the hospital gown you were to wear as Amy. “It’s a good thing that you have red hair. Saves us from having to buy a wig.” There was a knock at the door. “If you don't believe me, I'm fairly certain that has to be 187’s knock.” You rolled your eyes before opening the door to find Spencer waiting on your doorstep. You noticed he swallowed convulsively as he took in your undercostume. “Angel, some assistance please!”

You tugged at his sleeve and he came in, shutting the door behind him as Garcia fit the hospital gown snugly over the fake belly. “You look incredibly gorgeous.” Spencer said, swallowing again.

“And with that, I'm done. Try not to wreck the costume.” she directed at both you and Spencer before taking off.

“So what do you think?” you asked, twirling so he got the full effect.

“Thank God that we don't have a Rory.” He blurted out. You raised your eyebrow in confusion until you felt his growing bulge against your hip. He took off the hospital gown and gently touched the fake belly. “I should have never suggested this.” he moaned.

“Why not?” You asked.

“Because I want to make this,” he gestured to your costume. “A fucking reality.” he groaned. Grinning, you took off the suit as his eyes widened at the fact you were naked underneath.

“Then what's stopping you?” You asked, pushing him to sit on the couch. He frowned as you removed his pants.

“The fact that you're not my wife yet.” he replied as you took off his tie and shirt before straddling him. “What are you doing?” he asked. You put a finger to his lips before kissing him.

“Seducing you.” you murmured softly. He raised his eyebrows.

“No. I'm going to make love to you so hard... you’re going to forget who's seducing who, love and that's going to be hard to do here on the couch, pun intended. So,” he gently nipped your neck before adding, “why don’t we move this to the bed?” You shook your head as you got up and knelt between his thighs. He started to protest but moaned as you slowly dragged his waistband down to reveal his semi-erect manhood.

It was bigger than you had expected, or maybe it just seemed that way, as a contrast to Spencer's overall slim frame. Spencer gasped at the sensation and the organ doubled in size as you held it. “I’ve never done this before, to be honest.” You admitted sheepishly, starting to stroke the throbbing length and earning another groan from Spencer.

"Keep that up and I'll be done before we even begin." he breathlessly warned you. You smirked.

“We’ve got all night.” You say evenly. “Besides, I want to taste you now.” This surprised Spencer. He was new to the physical aspect of intercourse though he knew the theory.

You swallowed and took him into your mouth. You give his manhood a few small experimental licks, then gradually get bolder as you massage his balls tenderly, coaxing his hardness to become fully erect.

You feel his thighs tense and look up at him. “Keep going, love. I'm close.” he encouraged you. Imagining his manhood as an ice cream cone, you kept licking until he came in your mouth. He groaned as you swallowed every drop. “That’s it...Now,” he paused.

“Just shut up.” you snapped in a Scottish accent as you stroked him. Sure enough, Spencer shut up. Better yet, he was hardening again for you. “Bedroom,” you decided and he shook his head. He nudged you towards the spare room wordlessly. “Why the spare room?” you asked.

“Because **that'll** be *our* child’s room and...” he bit his lip. “I want to remember that our child was conceived in their room.” he said, sweeping you off your feet. You giggled as he tossed you on the bed and let his knee rest between your thighs. ”I should eat you out, Y/N, you know... return the favor but I need you now.”

“Take me.” you quietly demanded. Spencer ignored you in favor of pressing kisses to your nipples. “Spence!” you whined. A smirk graced his facial features as he fingered you.

"Look at you, I've only started using my fingers and you're already shaking." He teased. His grin grew wider when he realized you were already wet for him.

“Tried to tell you.” you said as you bucked your hips to get his fingers deeper. “I thought you would have remembered I get extremely slick during performing a blowjob on you.” Again, you whined at the loss of his fingers.

“Shh, babe. I'm just giving you what you wanted.” he murmured before gently entering you. You sighed in pleasure as he filled you and then began pistoning in and out inside of you. However, it didn't take long for you both to reach the peaks of your desires.

---

Ten weeks later....

You were excited as you entered the BAU. You had just found out something that would drive Spencer up the wall with desire, though it would have to wait until you were home. When you spotted Henry at Spencer's desk, you placed a hand on your abdomen and grinned. Henry had asked Spencer for a little godsister a year earlier and now you were pregnant.

“Hey, Y/N, can I talk to you?” JJ asked. You nodded and followed her into the copy room.“Will and I just found out that I'm pregnant again and we wanted to ask you about filling the godmother to Spencer's godfather role.”

You were speechless. “I’d love to.” you finally replied. Leaving the copy room, you sat down next to Spencer at your desk.

‘Something wrong?’ Spencer wrote on a pad. ‘You look nauseated.’ You gulped. Had he guessed that you were pregnant? You were showing now due to the fact that you carried Spencer's twins.

‘I’m pregnant.’You confessed on paper. ‘With your twins, Spence.’ His jaw dropped open and he let his hand drop to your belly.

‘Please don't let this be a joke...’ he wrote. You pulled out the ultrasound picture and gave it to him.

“Reid, why is your hand on y/l/n’s abdomen?” Emily asked. “I thought we agreed no PDA in the bullpen.”

“Emily, I'm pregnant. I just told Spencer.” you said defensively. Emily looked around at the bullpen. It wasn't very busy.

“Go home and keep your cells on.” she directed before leaving the area.

----

The second you two stumbled into the apartment, Spence slamming the door... He french kissed you, letting his hands rub up and down your arms. “Twins...” he murmured softly.

“Twins.” you repeated. He rubbed his nose against yours fondly. “I think they may be identical twins.” you murmured.

At 39 weeks, you were proven right after you gave birth to your daughters. They were identical and nearly hard to tell apart.

“Amelia and Aurora.” Spencer said. You nodded. It didn't help that their nicknames were taken from Dr. Who when they got older because it constantly reminded you of your couples costume idea. Garcia, their godmother, saw to that since she assigned their nicknames.

#criminal minds #fanfiction #dr. spencer reid #dr. spencer reid x reader #dr. spencer reid smut #no minors allowed

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First batch of easy answer images.

Easy to make and easy to use! Save these pictures and the next time an anti tries an overused argument, you’ve got an answer ready to go. Just post the picture instead of typing the same thing over and over again. Free for anyone to use with or without credit.

Thanks to @ship-is-love, @shipping-isnt-morality, @forest-of-stories, and @shippingisnotactivism for their contributions.

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This is unacceptable and heartbreaking.

So.

Another 751 unmarked graves were found at a Saskatchewan residential school.

Seven hundred fifty one.

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The Donor chapter 1

JJ's POV

I was worried. My best friend's desk was covered with brochures about traditional surrogacy after Garcia left. I thought maybe he was taking not having kids too far, as he had a year after Maeve died. "Spence, I didn't know you were in the market for a surrogate." I said to my friend who had just come back with a new cup of coffee.

"It's something I'm just considering, Jayje." Reid replied as he sat down. "I haven't met my soulmate yet." He'd thought Maeve was his soulmate but she had made it very clear to him during his brain bleed 7 months ago that she hadn't been. I guess his brain was trying to tell him something.

Because I didn't make this offer lightly and it was Reid - my best friend, "You didn't consider asking me?" I asked. Spencer looked at me.

"JJ, you're married and the mother of my godsons. That would be highly inappropriate, not to mention unfair to Will and the boys." Spencer replied, making my heart sink. Why was he so stupidly stubborn? Didn't he get that I would do anything for him?

"I'm just worried that a surrogate you might choose will take advantage of you, Spence." I explained. Spencer started cleaning off his desk in annoyance, something he did as a distraction. "With me you wouldn't have to worry about that."

"I appreciate your concern, but it is really inappropriate." He murmured. Which for Spencer, amounted to his saying, 'Keep your nose out of my business…'

Reader POV:

It's funny how you can find your soulmate through the most ridiculous of decisions. When I lost my first husband and child to a drunk driver, I skipped denial altogether and was furious with myself. What if I had insisted that my husband stay home a few more days instead of driving over a mountainous icy pass? Both he and my daughter might still be alive today if I had just been a little more persistent.

My fury lasted two months. Each stage up to acceptance lasted two months in fact. When I reached acceptance, I had no more fucks to give... I was well and truly broken, believing that my soulmate had been killed. Looking back, I’d loved my first husband but deep down, I somehow knew that he hadn't been the one Fate intended me to have.

For one thing, I shouldn't have been able to see him very clearly in my dreams. Second, my senses would have been on edge before meeting him and finally, there would be some mishap forcing us together.

Anyways, on the day I met Spencer, I wasn't sure if I wanted to be a surrogate due to the many creeps that lied. In fact, I had ignored all warnings from both my friends and family about how it was best to wait for my soulmate to father my child. Up until the day I met Spencer... the first of the three signs, my visions, were extremely blurry.

There were a few profiles I'd been given that I wouldn't mind meeting with, if they were interested. One was a real estate broker, one was a high school teacher and the last one worked for the FBI as a profiler for the BAU. All but one didn't want contact with the resulting child or children. You can just guess who **did** want contact...

Truth be told, I kept coming back to the third profile quite often. There was something about him that piqued my interest, something that I couldn't quite put my finger on and I'd already been on edge for a week.

---

[Dream Sequence]

I was heavily pregnant with my soulmate's children and listening to him read The Indian In The Cupboard while soft Mozart plays in the background. He suddenly stops and says, "Are you sure everything is okay, Y/N?"

"You asked that question 15 minutes ago." I chided with a giggle, snuggling up to him as he set the book down and lifted me onto his lap.

"You're frowning." He said.

"I just wish we could have met without making a contract for a baby..." I sighed.

"Yes but then we wouldn't be having our twins now." He murmured, affectionately stroking my swollen belly with two of his long fingers.

"Spencer, what did I tell you about that particular area?!" I yelped. My soulmate softly laughs.

"I can't help it." He said softly. I roll my eyes at this grand understatement.

[End Dream Sequence]

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Spencer POV

[Dream Sequence]

I was holding my soulmate close in bed. We both seemed exhausted when we heard a baby's cry. "My turn, Y/N." I murmured.

"It was your turn last time. Just because y/d/n is a complete Daddy's girl, does not mean you get to hog *all* the midnight feedings, Spencer." Y/N complained.

"You get to feed her during the day. I'm at work all day. Let me have the midnight feedings at least. She's not going to stop until one of us goes in." I shot back.

"Fine. You can have the midnight feedings." Y/N muttered.

[End Dream Sequence]

I blinked. I'd never even seen my soulmate during dreams before so to see her this clearly during a daydream took my breath away. Currently, I was concentrating on picking the mother of my prospective child from the files on my desk. I'd already gone through three of the five files and the choices so far had not impressed me. Every file so far indicated that the mother would not allow contact even if the donor wished it.

I couldn't donate under those circumstances. I sighed and opened the fourth, expecting the same. Instead, I see a photo of my soulmate. She'd written down on the form that if the donor wished, he could remain in contact with the child/children. I intended to be a hands on father for my kids.

“You okay, Spence?” JJ asked. I still was unsure if JJ had listened to me.

“Yeah. I think I've made my choice now.” I said as I gathered up my messenger bag and headed to the clinic.

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Reader POV

I was so focused on wanting to figure out what I was missing that I wasn't paying attention to where I was going and bumped into a tall lean, wiry, gorgeous man with messy nearly shoulder length brown hair and mischievous, intelligent brown eyes. “I’m sorry.” I said immediately.

“It’s okay.” he said kindly. “I was preoccupied with something else.” I grinned and got up. Noticing my papers on the floor, I quickly picked them up. Our hands met when I reached for his file and I felt a quick electric spark as our bare skin made contact.

“I was considering sperm donors.” I said as I realized that his eye color was between the shades of milk chocolate and amber, not the shades of complete gray as I was accustomed to.

“Oh, you're going for surrogacy?” he asked out of curiosity. I nodded. “Well congratulations in advance to you and your...”

“I’m not married.” I blurt as his file fell open and my face turned scarlet. His lips made a perfect ‘O’ as he stared into my dark blue eyes.

“Your eyes are the most beautiful shade of blue I've ever seen.” he murmured, making me blink in shock. “Would you have dinner with me? Maybe we could talk about the contract, if you're still interested.” I nodded. We made arrangements to meet at 5:30 for dinner and as he walked away, I realized I didn't know his name. Disappointed, I headed home and after setting my alarm for 4:30 so I could get ready, I fell asleep.

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A half hour later, I was standing in front of the restaurant, waiting for him to show up. I was wearing a sweetheart dress in blue with white pumps and white jacket. "Y/N?" I turned to see the same tall, lean, wiry, gorgeous man that I had knocked over earlier stride over to me with messy nearly shoulder length brown hair and mischievous, intelligent brown eyes. I nervously nod. "Dr. Spencer Reid." He held out his hand for me to shake. I clasped it and gave him a firm handshake.

“I didn't think we had exchanged names...” I murmured as he opened the door to the restaurant for me.

“Oh we didn't. I’ve been looking into surrogacy myself and your file was the only one that interested me.” I blinked. Mutual interest? Rather unheard of at this time, because I had a friend who did the same thing as me and her donor couldn't even give a rat’s ass to care. “I’m surprised you're 13 years younger than me.”

“I wasn't expecting my soulmate to be older, either.” I replied evenly as we sat at our assigned table. He chuckled. “What do you do for a living?”

“I’m an FBI Agent with the Behavioral Analysis Unit. What about you?” he replied, then asked.

“Romance novelist.” I could tell that he was the type that didn't read romance novels. Probably not his style. However, he got an interested expression on his face.

“Hey, do you write under the pseudonym of Krysta Wickham?” I blinked in surprise and nodded. That was indeed my author’s pseudonym. “Blind Shot is my favorite novel.” Blind Shot was my first novel. I had based the hero off of my then-unknown soulmate in my dreams.

“I never pegged you for a romance reader.” I replied after the waitress took our order. Spencer smiled at me.

“My therapist wanted me to read outside of the box.” he said with a shrug. “Yours by far were the easiest to read... I'm surprised that I was able to connect with the hero, actually.”

“Thank you but I’m not.” I said with a smirk. He gave me a puzzled look. “Since Nicholas is technically based on you.”

“He is?” Spencer asked. I nodded.

“I’ve been having dreams about you since eighteen. Nicholas's tone and the way he says his words are based on you, or rather the dreams that I had.” I explained. Spencer nodded thoughtfully. “But back to what we're actually here to talk about.”

“I do want to be a hands on father.” he murmured. “I apologize if that is not what you're looking for...” I absolutely adored this man. He **was** my only choice.

“I would love it if my child had both parents in their lives.” I said softly as the waitress brought our meals.

He held my gaze and smiled. For a moment, I felt like Bella in Twilight when Edward dazzled her. “Have you planned anything?” he asked. I gave him a puzzled, blank look. “You’re not planning to get pregnant right away?”

“Well I was going to wait a bit since I wasn't expecting to find my soulmate, why?!” I asked out of worry that he might back out. He thinned his lips.

“I don't want our child to start life in a petri dish.” He explained. I blinked.

‘A turkey baster isn't the answer either...’ I thought with amusement. Aloud, I asked, “Come home with me after dinner?” He nodded.

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Spencer's POV:

I couldn't believe it. My new favorite romance author was my soulmate! She's gorgeous and I can't wait to get started on our child. I bit my lip. “What if...I want more than just one child with you?” I cautiously asked. She blushed.

“We’ll see.” Okay I admit, her answer was fair. We finished our meals, paid and headed to her house. When we got inside, she pulled a novel off her bookshelf and quickly scribbled something on the fly leaf before handing it to me. It was a first edition of Blind Shot. “I’ve been saving this copy for you.” I opened it.

It read, ‘To Spencer, the inspiration for Nicholas Carmichael, I love you so much and hope you don't mind being Nicholas. Love, Y/F/N Y/L/N aka Krysta Wickham.’

“Thank you.” I said, swallowing the lump in my throat and putting the book down on the coffee table. Suddenly her lips were upon mine; they were soft, and full. I was sure my heart skipped a beat. This was different from any of my rather limited experiences with women. Her kiss was unsure, though honest, I knew and somehow it made me want it to continue indefinitely. I brought my free hand up to cup her cheek and marveled at how soft her skin was. Her arms had somehow made it around the backside of my neck, and I was suddenly hyperaware of the large difference in our height. She stood on her toes, legs straining to keep her upright before her full weight was against me and I stumbled back to sit on the couch as I was very clumsy.

I was surprised when she tore my button down shirt off and unknotted my tie. The intimate touch of her hands against my bare chest was obvious and I think she enjoyed knowing just how affected I was by her touch. "Y/N," I protested when she began loosening my belt. "Don't you-" I cleared my throat suddenly. "-think the fact that I'm half-way undressed and you're not is a little unfair?" I asked.

"Maybe I'm waiting for you to do something about that." she answered slyly as she grabbed my hands and brought them to the top of her dress. As I shakily began to unzip her dress, she once again began working my belt loose.

Soon our clothes, save for our underthings, were splayed across the sofa around us. She once more straddled my waist as our lips met. One of my warm hands cupped her cheek, while the other deftly worked at unhooking the back of her bra. Her fingers hooked under the waistband of my briefs, slowly pulling them down to reveal my leaking manhood.

I felt myself harden further for her as we made out on the couch. She loosened my belt and slipped her hand down to cup my growing bulge. “Spencer...” she moaned as she straddled me and her pussy met my bulge.

“Spence.” I breathlessly corrected as I took off her dress and bra, staring at her beautiful breasts. “Call me Spence and we should take this to the bedroom. It'll be more comfortable there.” she nodded at the suggestion and got up to head for the bedroom. I was just a moment behind her, discarding my underwear before following.

Slowly, she slid her panties off for the first time, showing off her neatly trimmed bush. I swallowed convulsively as I took in her naked form. Again we tumbled onto the bed, and I leaned over her, one knee parting her legs.

My lips met hers again. Slowly I left a trail of kisses down her throat. She reached for my head again, lacing her fingers through my brown locks, and pulled me back to face her. My brown eyes looked back at her, wordlessly questioning whether she wanted me to continue. She answered by kissing me and wrapping her legs around my backside. I grinned at her mischievously, and ran my hands languorously across her abdomen. I brought my head further south, trailing kisses down to her belly button, before coming up to flick my tongue at each of her pert nipples, bringing them to a stiffness for a reason other than being cold.

I then enveloped one with my mouth, suckling lightly, my eyes looking up to meet her own lidded ones when she moaned in pleasure. I would not leave the other neglected, leaving her to wonder who had taught me to make love like this, if anyone had. Nobody had as my eidetic memory just kicked in and became beneficial.

She was taken by surprise when I moved lower, trailing kiss after kiss across her stomach, and then bent my head to her mound, pulling her legs up to rest on my shoulders for better access. Knowing that this would drive us both up the wall, I kissed her mound. “Spence...” she whined. I grinned again as I greedily sucked her clit.

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Reader POV

“Fuck, Spence.” I murmured as his stubble abraded my sensitive skin. He inserted his finger, though it wasn't long until he inserted a second.

“Isn’t that what I'm doing now, love?” he cheekily asked. "You know, I love the way you look with my fingers inside you."

“As much as I love that, I want your cock inside me Spence.” I moaned. For a second, I thought he would ignore my impulsive demand. “I need to feel you.”

“So, my fingers aren't working.” he sighed dramatically. It finally occurred to me that he was using Nicholas's lines from near the end of the first book.

“Are you seriously using Nicholas's lines from the book?” I asked. He laughed.

“I have an eidetic memory...” he said through his laughter. I snorted. “And I think you like that because you're finally orgasming.” He was right. I couldn't believe it. Between that and the slow, gentle thrusts of two of his long, piano fingers within me, once in a while brushing across a part of me that made me thrust back, the pleasure seemed to make something wind up tightly inside of me.

"Spencer," I gasped, "I want you inside me, now." I meant it as an order, though I was sure it sounded more like a plea.

"You're sure?" he queried.

"Yes." It took a moment but Spencer brought my sex to nearly meet his own. I arched my hips towards him, begging him to just hurry up, impatient to quell the fire burning within. He fumbled a bit, missing his mark twice before he slowly entered me. I loosely wrapped my legs around his waist as he began to thrust, slowly, with utmost care. One hand caressed my body, while the other cradled my head as he kissed my lips once more. I eagerly tasted the mix of my juices with the bittersweet flavor that was all Spencer.

He found that spot within me, easily rubbing against it with each thrust of our hips crashing against each other. We worked into a frenzied pace, until finally that spring within me broke, unleashing wave after wave of euphoric pleasure while Spencer's thrusts continued, though now short and urgent. Suddenly he stilled, and I watched as every muscle tensed.

Still recovering from my own climax, I could feel his throbbing length pulse as his own was met. I was, however, suddenly aware of my name being desperately muttered, and I smiled in satisfaction. Spencer tiredly kissed my neck. “Did you like my acting as Nicholas or...” he asked.

“That eidetic memory of yours sure came in handy.” I said, grinning. “Just warn me before you do it next time. I may want a recorder so that we can reenact Nicholas and Estella’s steamy scenes for my writing.”

“Are you writing a second book?” He asked with interest. I nodded. My first book had been incredibly popular, according to my editor after it was published. “I’d love to help you write it.”

“You’re welcome to verbally model Nicholas any time for me as I do want to modify his character to closely resemble you, if you don't mind.” I said.

“No, I don't mind.” he said, gently fondling my breasts. “So why did you choose surrogacy?”

“My husband and daughter were killed by a drunk driver. I wanted another child.” I remarked as I could feel him hardening inside me again and he pressed kisses to my neck.

“If you’ll allow it... It doesn't have to be just the one baby that I give you, you know.”

“We only agreed to one.” I remarked.

“*I* did ask you what if I wanted more kids with you.” he reminded me.“You’re my soulmate.” I smiled, imagining 6 kids.

Never would I have imagined 9 children!

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Spencer POV

I walked in and sat down at my desk. It had been wonderful to wake up to Y/N’s blow job earlier. “So what happened last night with Y/F/N Y/L/N, potential baby mama?" Alvez asked. My lips curved into a smirk.

"I'm not telling." I replied. I just wanted to keep the fact that I had a soulmate for a bit longer to myself. 'Well that makes the contract unnecessary now' I thought. I checked my watch. Maybe I should call...

'Probably not a good idea...' Y/N spoke to me, which nearly made me nearly choke on the coffee I was drinking.

'What? How...' I sent back.

'You didn't know that we could communicate like this?' She asked. I hadn't known but now that I did, I found it kind of hot.

'No, I didn't...How did you know?' I inquired.

'My parents are soulmates.' She explained. 'It drove me nuts when I got into trouble as a child.' I smiled at that as I shifted in my chair. 'Another reason that I should have known my husband wasn't my mate. And I was wondering,' here she paused before continuing, 'Do you prefer natural conception or...'

'This isn't the time to be having this conversation.' I chided as I scooted my chair a bit farther underneath my desk.

'Ooh...this arouses you?' She teased. 'Cool, new bit of information I can use!'

'Y/N...' I groaned in warning.

'Okay, okay... I'll save it for when you get home...' she said, laughing.

'I mean offspring conception talk can wait.' I sent. 'Anything else is fine, baby girl.'

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Reader POV

I laugh at the idea of Reid being aroused by talk of conceiving a child with me at work. 'Y/N!' Spencer complained.

'Sorry, Reid.' I said, trying not to laugh again.

'Spence...' His retort caught me off guard. 'Please call me Spence...' I blinked at his request. I expected to call him Reid until our child was born.

'Okay, Spence.' I replied.

With that, I shut down my line of communication with him to give him a chance to work. Occasionally, I heard snippets of his thoughts related to his work and they made me shiver.

'It's no wonder that Spencer wants a bundle of joy to distract him when he isn't at work.' I thought as I cleaned my apartment. 'What he needs is a family apart from his team...'

'You're not wrong there, Y/N. Are you sure that you aren't a profiler in disguise?' He teased. I groaned at the joke.

'Do you have a case?' I asked instead.

'No, what you're hearing is my thoughts related to past cases.' He explained. 'We do a lot of paperwork here.'

'Why am I not surprised?' I deadpanned and the sound of his laughter soothes my nerves.

'How can I shut down our connection?' He asked. 'Luke's getting suspicious.'

'Just imagine you're hanging up on a phone call.' I replied.

'Okay, I'll see you later, Y/N." He said and I felt the connection temporarily sever.

'Does that mean he doesn't want his team to know about me?' I think to myself as I fix myself lunch. I didn't like the implication of being hidden like dirty laundry. 6:00 comes sooner than I think because I'm awoken by Spencer knocking on the door.

"Did you not want the..." Apparently, Spencer must have heard my earlier thoughts before hanging up.

"Oh no, that's not it, Y/N. I just wanted a little bit of time to keep the fact that I have a soulmate to myself. You know, savor the fact." He said softly. "I want the team to know about us."

'That was so sweet,' I think to myself. Aloud, I said, "Natural or..."

"I actually think we should try natural first but if you want to do artificial insemination first..." Spencer said, looking at me.

"Either way we decide to do it, multiples run in my family." I informed Spencer. "I'm the only one in 5 generations not to have a twin or a higher number multiple siblings." His eyes mischievously sparkled.

"The more the merrier." Spencer says with a smile.

"You don't mind?" I asked. He shook his head.

"I like kids." He admitted.

A/N: This is a rewrite of The Surrogate, one of my earlier fics.

@andiebeaword

#dr.spencerreidsmut #minors DNI

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Let Me Be Myself Chapter 3: Memory Lane

A/N: this was written for @daydreamingatnight209 for Pom’s server swap.

Summary: Spencer and Reader take a trip down memory lane courtesy of their inquisitive kids.

“Hey, Mom, how did you and Dad fall in love?” My daughter asks Y/N. I snort, remembering that it started with a dare. Y/N snorted herself. “Aunt Emily said it was ridiculous.”

I glanced at Y/N, wondering what she was going to say. This was the first time any of our quints had shown any interest in how they came to be. “It started with a dare.” Y/N finally says. “Mine, to be accurate.”

“Yours?” Our daughter echoes in disbelief which makes her siblings start listening in as well. I'm surprised Emily actually said anything on the matter.

“Yes, mine.” Y/N said with a chortle as I remember.

----- Memory Start -----

“Come on, Einstein, it's just a prediction! Most often, they don't come true.” Y/N tried to convince me as I doctored my coffee. I snorted.

“You expect me to walk into there for something I know won't come true?" I hissed. My dearest wish has never happened. I wished last year on my birthday that Y/N would finally see that her current boyfriend was an asshole. “Wow, that's actually a new low for you.” I took a measured sip of my coffee. “Why won't you take Reginald?”

She sighed. “I tried, Spencer. Every time he makes up an excuse as to why we can't go.” I rolled my eyes as I made up my mind to go with her. Reginald's continued excuses are the reason I’m going with her. I’m also her best friend...though I wish I weren't friend-zoned.

“I’ll go but Reginald’s still an asshole.” I said as I added a bit more sugar to my coffee. What can I say, I like it sweet.

“Thank you, Spence!” she exclaimed and kissed me on the cheek. I blushed and thankfully, she didn't notice that my face had gone as red as my cardigan sweater. “I don't know what I would do without you.”

“Let’s hope you never find out.” I muttered before taking another sip. “Is Reginald working late tonight?” Y/N nodded miserably. He was probably cheating on her, the bastard. I’d seen him making out with his current receptionist the other night. “Come over to my place. Let's finish the Tenth Doctor tonight.”

“As much as I would love to, you and I both know he hates our Doctor Who nights.” she replied. I hated knowing that I’d be a healthier choice for her to have a relationship with than Reginald.

“Actually, who names their child Reginald? Even Elton John had the sense to change his name!” I exclaimed as we went out into the bullpen.

"Not everyone is Elton John, Spence." Y/N wearily replies as she sits down at her desk across from mine.

----- Memory End -----

“You had to coerce Dad into going?” Our first daughter asked, bringing me back into the present. Our other kids were laughing uproariously at Y/N’s recount of convincing me. “I thought coercion was wrong.”

“Honey, your mother didn't coerce me. There's actually a difference between coercion and persuading, which you’ll find out the definition of in a few years.” I said, smiling at the memory. “Besides, I got what I wanted in the end.”

"And what was that, Dad?" One of our two boys asked.

"I wanted your mother and by extension, you." I simply said as I squeezed Y/N's hand lightly to let her know I loved her. She gave me a smile and leaned her head into the crook of my neck.

----- Memory Start -----

We walked into the fortune teller’s tent. I was still highly skeptical about it. I still believe that most fortune tellers prey on human emotions, it’s a profiling turned carnival trick and that it’s not adequately rooted in science. She took one look at us, rose to her feet and bluntly asked, “When’s the wedding? You two make a lovely couple.”

Awkwardly I answered, “We’re...not together.”

She smirks at me and says, “Yet. Fate wants you two together.” I blinked in surprise at her declaration that we were supposed to be together.

After telling her that we weren't interested in a full session, we walked out of the tent. Suddenly, “Oh shit, tonight’s date night!” came out of y/n’s mouth. I raise my eyebrows at her. Twice a month, our team held Date Night, which gave established couples a chance to relax and have fun. I always volunteered to babysit Henry and Michael on those nights because I didn't want to see Y/N with Reginald.

The fortune teller came out and said, "Mr. Reid, a quick word before you and your friend leave." I nodded and went back into the tent, while Y/N went shopping since our task was completed. “You need to go to date night tonight. I'm sensing that this is the chance that you've been waiting for all year.” I blinked in surprise again.

“It’s Doctor and how did...” She pointed to my FBI ID Badge. I had forgotten to take it off when we left work.

----- Memory End -----

“But how did you two get together?” our three daughters ask in unison. I laughed. Whenever the kids were inquisitive, they were my kids. “And how did you know this would be your chance to sweep mom off her feet?”

“A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell.” I stated.

“In Dad speak that means you think we're not old enough.” Said our second son. I could see the disappointment on my children's faces. I wasn't going to share everything about what the fortune teller had said to me that day.

“No, it means I haven't told your mother how I knew.” I calmly replied. “And there are some things I would rather keep to myself.”

----- Memory Start -----

I had totally spaced on Date night. I found a sexy number that I had gotten for my birthday and hadn't worn (as Reginald hated it) in the back of my closet. It was a rose-gold colored knee-length bodycon dress that showed a healthy, tasteful amount of my cleavage (which wasn't much, thankfully).

“You are not wearing that tonight.” Reginald said as he walked by my room. I frowned, bristling at the imperious demand.

“I will wear whatever I want.” I replied, deciding on the dress in that instant.

“You look like a skank in that dress.” He said and then left to make his own preparations. I ignored him and put on the dress. The moment he saw me in it, he refused to speak to me. When we got to the bar that the team was at, JJ raised an eyebrow.

“And here I thought Reginald wouldn't let you wear that.” JJ remarked.

“It looks good on you!” Penelope gushed. “Spencer chose well.” I looked at her, shocked. “Wait, you didn’t know Spencer got it for your birthday? He saw it and knew it had to be yours.” I shook my head.

“That's why he refused to put a gift tag on it.” JJ explained. “He knew Reginald would never let you wear it as we all did. How...” I grinned, emboldened by the knowledge that Spencer had gifted me this dress.

“I told him I would wear whatever I wanted.” JJ and Garcia both beamed.

“Good.” both women remarked as they took sips of their drinks. I was drinking a piña colada and despite Reginald being an ass while ignoring me, I was having fun.

He seemed to be getting into an argument with Prentiss and Rossi when I looked for him. I frowned since that likely meant he was drunk. He'd pick a fight with Bigfoot, if Bigfoot existed, while he was drunk. “Where’s Spence?” I asked. After he had finished speaking to the fortune teller alone, I tried to get him to tell me what she’d said and my best friend immediately clammed up.

“He’s here somewhere.” JJ remarked as Reginald came up to us. This surprised me as Spencer preferred sitting for his godsons rather than come to Date Night.

“We’re leaving.” He growled. “Doctor Noodle Boy is here.” Again I bristled, this time for the nickname he gave Spence.

“No, we just got here. If you want to go, go. JJ and Penelope...” I started with tears threatening to fall. Why had I not heeded Spencer's warnings about Reginald?

“I said we're going.” he restated, raising his voice.

“Let me go to the bathroom first.” I said. He nodded and I ran to the bathroom, intending to cry my eyes out but before I got there, I was pulled into a warm, minty embrace. It was Spencer.

“Spence...” I cried into his shirt. He lifts my chin and tenderly wipes away my tears.

“F*** him.” Spencer said. “Leave him and be with me. I don't know when I'll have another chance to convince you.” Spencer murmured before kissing me on the forehead.

On a preserving whim, I decided to leave Reginald. I pulled Spencer's head down, stood on my tiptoes and kissed him just as Reginald stomped towards us. “You wore that for him, didn't you?” Reginald snapped. I gathered my courage which was boosted by Spencer standing behind me.

“We’re over, Reginald.” I said.

“We’re over when I say we're over.” he growled, forcefully grabbing my arm. “We’re going, NOW!” However, Spencer looked at him.

“I’ve been very tolerant of you up until now for Y/N’s sake. Get your hands off her before I break your fingers.” Spencer said coolly.

“Make me, *Pretty Boy*.” Reginald challenged.

“Don’t touch what's no longer yours.” Spencer hissed and broke Reginald’s wrist, ignoring his howl of pain as he escorted me away. I looked back to see cops escorting Reginald outside. When we got back to the dance floor, ironically, ‘You Shouldn't Kiss Me’ was playing. “I knew that dress would look gorgeous on you.” he whispered as he led me onto the dance floor.

We danced to song after song like we were the only two in the room. “I hate to interrupt,” Rossi said coming up to us some hours later. “But the bar’s closing.” Spencer gave me a final twirl.

“Now, how about that Doctor Who marathon?” he murmured. I beamed at him in response and nodded my head. He intertwined his fingers with mine and we walked to his car.

“Thank you.” I murmured, holding onto his hand tightly.

“For what?” Spencer asked.

“For everything. You were right. He was an asshole.” I said, twining my arms around his neck.

----- Memory Start -----

Our kids were laughing uproariously at Reginald’s wrist being broken and my admitting that Daddy was right. “It wasn't that funny.” I mumbled.

“Y/N, you rarely admit you are wrong so yes, it is funny.” Spencer said as I rolled my eyes. I was waiting for the kids’s bedtime to break some welcome news to my husband. I was pregnant again.

“What happened next?” Our kids eagerly asked in unison. Spencer’s lips quirked into a small smile.

“Your mother broke her foot while we were on a case.” he said with a chuckle. “Not to mention the fortune cookies with dinner that same night.”

----- Memory Start -----

I fell down, my gun falling from my hands as I heard a loud crack. I tried getting up but couldn't. Prentiss directed Spencer to carry me before cautiously going into the house. I groaned as Spencer lifted me up, held, and carried me bridal style. “How is it that now we're finally a couple, odd things keep happening?”

“The fortune teller said Fate wanted us together.” Spencer replied as he carried me to an SUV. I groaned at his answer.

“How can you be so...blasé about all of this?!” I exclaimed as he drove to the emergency room. What happened to our man of science?!

“I knew from the moment I met you that you were the woman I’d love for the rest of my life.” My eyes widened. I hadn't expected that answer out of him. “You know, I want kids.” He said as he drove.

“Where did that come from?” I asked. Spencer said nothing. “So do I.” I admit as I keep my eyes on the road to distract me from my pain.

Thanks to my foot being broken, I had to hobble on crutches which meant I couldn't fly. It had something to do with what Spence had done before I was hired, apparently. Prentiss arranged for me to have a ride home with JJ as I lived in the same general area. “Could you drop me off at Spencer's?” I asked, seeing Reginald on my doorstep. JJ nodded and turned around. I slowly made my way up to his apartment after she dropped me off and knocked on the door.

When he answered, he said, “What's wrong?” as he let me in.

“Reginald is waiting for me on my doorstep.” I replied. Spencer made a disgusted noise before kissing my forehead.

“When is that guy going to learn?” He mumbled. Then he brightened. “I was just about to order Chinese, want some?” I nodded in agreement. While we waited for our food, Spencer asked, “Doctor Who or Star Trek?”

“Star Trek.” I said as I realized I didn't have any clothes. Fortunately, Spence was one step ahead and had earlier bought me a change of clothes besides pj’s from the store. He also handed me a hoodie sweater.

“This is yours now, Y/N.” I unfolded the sweater to see that it was his Caltech hoodie. “I figured that bastard wouldn't give up.” he said as we settled down to watch Star Trek Voyager. We only had to pause it once in order to get the food and we ate in companionable silence.

When I took our dishes in, I saw a hastily written note taped on top of a couple fortune cookies. It said, ‘Doctor, these are for you and the Mrs.’

Mine read, ‘A good marriage requires falling in love many times — all with the same person.’ I agreed with the sentiment. Spencer’s read, ‘If I know what love is, it is because of you.’

“That is so true.” he murmured.

----- Memory End -----

“It’s still true.” Spencer replied as he looked at our kids who were making faces at us for kissing.

“Don’t I know it.” I replied. “Not a day goes by without me thanking the Lord that you were there when Reginald tried to force me to go home.”

“Me too.” Spencer said, kissing me on the forehead, like he had been ever since that first night.

“Moom!” Our daughters said, embarrassed. Our sons groaned.

“Our love only grew stronger, Y/N.” my husband reminded me. I smile at the five kids, soon to be six. I couldn't keep quiet any longer.

“Come December, there's going to be a new Reid.” I announced. Spencer’s eyes widened at my news. The kids looked delighted.

“That’s wonderful!” Spencer exclaimed, hugging me. Then in my ear, he whispered, “Remember that time we had to share the same bed on a case?” I chortled.

“How could I forget?” I replied.

----- Memory Start -----

“I'm sharing a room with who, Prentiss?!” I exclaimed in shock. Prentiss had just informed me that I'd be sharing a room with my new boyfriend.

“There aren't enough rooms, so you're rooming with Reid.” Prentiss repeated, “I didn’t expect any protest considering he is your boyfriend.” She shrugged and I followed Spencer to our room. But I received another shock when we entered the room. There was only one bed. Thankfully, there was a couch.

“I’ll take the couch.” I said, not noticing that Spencer was behind me.

“We can share the bed.” he murmured. When I started to protest, he added, “We’re only sharing a bed, it isn’t the end of the world.”

“I thought to save it for my husband.” I absentmindedly said.

“Oh, so you think I won't be your husband? Don't worry, I’ll behave. I'm only joking.” he promised.

“I know you will. I trust you with my life so I can trust you with my virtue. Okay, we can share the bed.” I agreed. He put his arms around me. I leaned into his embrace.

----- Memory End -----

“You were the one that didn't behave.” he reminded me quietly. I grinned, remembering the rest of that night. That had been the night that the quintuplets were conceived.

“You could have said no.” I replied. I felt his chest rumble with laughter.

“I should have made you promise to behave too.” He mumbled. I laughed as he kissed my neck.

“Mom, what happened next?” Our three daughters asked.

“I nearly lost your father.” I said.

----- Memory Start -----

Tears fell down my face. I was pregnant with Spencer's child after two months of marriage and he was in the hospital in Texas with another neck injury, this recent injury courtesy of Reginald. “Hey, you okay?” JJ asked.

“What if he doesn't pull through? I can't do this without him.” I sobbed.

“Do what?” JJ asked again.

“I’m pregnant, JJ.” I said, still sobbing. “I can't raise this kid without him. Diana won't be much help...”

“Y/N, the doctor wants to talk to you.” Emily called out before JJ could say a word of reassurance to me.

Reginald’s bullet narrowly missed Spencer's carotid artery and hit Spencer a few inches below it. I didn't need to worry about him, since he went to prison for assaulting a federal agent. I was told I could visit but was warned to not excite him as he needed to rest. Angry, I went to visit Reginald.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?” Reginald asked smugly.

“Your stunt. You could have killed him, Reginald. If he dies, you better believe I will be pushing for you to go to Death Row.” His eyes widened.

“I only wanted you back,” he explained.

“How does killing the man I lo-” I pause, considering my words carefully. “How does killing the man I love get me back?” I demand. “Let me tell you something, Reginald, if you ever loved me, you will let me go. Never contact me again.” I left after that. I went home, cried, ate ice cream, cried and went to sleep.

Three weeks later, I was beginning to show when Spence woke up. The funny thing was JJ had to drag me to the hospital because I did not want to see him unconscious again.

I entered his room to see him sitting up, animatedly chatting with Luke. Luke smiled and got up. “I’ll just um...” he left.

“Spence...” I breathed in relief and kissed him. “If you ever...”

“I know, I know. You’ll kill me.” he murmured softly. His fingertips brushed the curve of my growing belly. “Are you...” he asked excitedly.

“As of yesterday, ten weeks pregnant.” I answered, just as excited as he was.

“Um, love, you don't look ten weeks pregnant.” Spencer said. “You look thirteen, maybe fourteen weeks pregnant...”

“Shut up.” I muttered.

----- Memory End -----

Our kids were howling with laughter at my telling daddy to shut up. I laughed too because it had been funny.

“I was right after all though.” Spencer said as he held me in bed after we’d gotten the kids to bed. “Five children...”

“I’d never been more terrified in my life than I was at the moment we found out I was pregnant with quintuplets.” I muttered. Well, that was a lie. I had been so petrified at the idea of raising Spencer's child on my own if he died. There was no way I could have raised all five on my own.

----- Memory Start -----

“Ready to see our baby, Einstein?” I asked Spencer the day of my second ultrasound. Spencer smiled at me and nodded as he tenderly tucked a lock of my hair back into place behind my ear. I noticed Spencer’s enlarged eyes and shocked expression first before hearing the doctor’s words.

“That would be babies, Mrs. Reid.” the doctor dryly stated as he looked at the ultrasound screen . Both Spencer and I stared at the screen in shock.

“Babies?!” I repeated dumbly, seeing a pair of fetuses on the screen.

“I was only joking! Do twins even run in your family?” Spencer exclaimed and then asked. In fact, yes, multiples did tend to appear on both sides of my family.

“They do, Spence.” I said softly. “At least they’ll have each other growing up.”

“Looks like quintuplets.” the doctor informed us. Both Spencer and I paled. That meant a high risk pregnancy.

----- Memory End -----

Pulled out of my reminiscing by Spencer's lips on the top of my head, I took a look at the ultrasound photo. “Seven, Einstein. There's possibly twins in here.” I said as I pressed his palm to my still flat stomach.

“I’m glad I accepted your dare, Y/N. Happily married to the woman I love and adore more than my own life with seven kids to boot.” We were both wrong. Later, we would find out, much to JJ’s and Garcia's amused delight, I was pregnant with triplets so we had eight energetic, bright, and happy children.

“Now will you tell me what the fortune teller told you?!” I asked in exasperation. Spencer smiled. “And don't give me that ‘A gentleman never kisses and tells’ shit you gave the kids earlier.”

“She told me that I needed to attend Date Night the night that we got together.” Spencer said, shocking me as he drew patterns on my tummy with the pad of his finger. “Why, do you regr...”

I put a finger to his lips and remarked, “If you love me, Spence... don't ever finish that sentence.”

“Your wish is my command.” Spencer said, kissing me tenderly as one of our babies kicked.

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Mates Masterlist

(Coming soon to a Masterlist near you!)

#criminal minds #fanfiction #luke alvez #smut(under 18 dni)

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Mates chapter 1

I was determined that Luke Alvez would be my alpha but I had no idea what he considered attractive or how to even attract him. “You’re drooling over Newbie again, Y/N.” Garcia hissed as I lowered my eyes to my drink. I quietly scoffed before sipping my wine cooler.

“He has a name, you know.” I snapped. “Just because he took Morgan’s place on the team does not mean you can be a bitch to him.” Garcia opened her mouth then closed it. Not wanting to hear anything she said, I got up and this meant that I missed Garcia sprinkling something in my drink.

When I returned, Alvez was sitting where Garcia was, staring at a pill. I picked up my glass and started to take a sip when Luke shook his head. “Reid went to get you a new one since Garcia put something in that drink.” I gingerly set down my old drink. “According to Reid, it was a pheromone enhancer.”

“A what?” I asked.

“Pheromone enhancer. It's supposed to boost your chances of finding the perfect Alpha and possibly start your Heat early.” Spencer explained, handing me my new drink. I put my new drink down.

“Maybe that wouldn't be so bad.” I remarked, making Spencer raise an eyebrow. “There’s an Alpha I want but he doesn't want me, Reid.” Reid was a Beta.

“Pheromone enhancers broadcast your pheromones to any available Alpha. It can be used in date rape situations.” Spencer explained in a huff. “Actually, it also forces a bond on the omega by the first alpha that approaches the omega.” I didn't miss the sharp look Spencer sent Luke as I picked up my new drink. I also didn't miss the hard glare that Luke directed at Spencer.

“Okay, what happened? Spence, you're trading death stares with Luke.” I asked, then observed.

“You want to tell her, or should I?” Spencer snapped. I hadn't seen Spencer this way since he snapped at Emily while under the influence of Dilaudid.

“What Garcia did was illegal.” Luke said after a soft sigh. “However, if I don't offer you the choice... I'd be doing the same thing.” I blinked at the Latino agent. ”What Reid is pissed about is essentially a choice being taken away from you.”

“I don't understand.” I replied.

“This is a pheromone enhancer for Alphas. It's similar to what Garcia put in your drink, except that,” Luke held up the pill before he gestured to my old drink. “is formulated for Omegas. If you drink that, basically any alpha can claim and mate you if he's near enough to get to you. I'm the nearest and Reid is worried that I’ll force the bond via medicine.”

“What does the Alpha enhancer do?” I asked.

“It allows him to safely claim and mate you for the first time.” Spencer explained. “That experience can be... rather violent without the enhancer.” I looked at Luke.

“I can't. I want love.” I remarked acidly. Then I turned to Spencer. “I’m tired of waiting for him to notice me, Spence.” I sighed as I looked away, missing Luke’s hungry gaze. “I’m going to bed.”

“Who is it?” Spencer asked.

“Luke.” I then looked at the Latino agent. “I’m such a fool.”

“You’re not a fool.” Luke said. I blinked. “Princesa, my attention has been on you the whole time we don't have a case. In fact, who do you think has been getting you little gifts?” My eyes widened as I recalled the locket I had gotten yesterday. “That was me, cariña.” I noticed Spencer getting up.

“I’m satisfied. The choice is now yours.” He said and walked off.

“I love you.” Luke murmured. “Choose me.” I looked at the pill and nodded before I chugged the old drink down. Luke took the pill and gently urged me to my feet. “We have 30 minutes to get upstairs.” he murmured.

“I’m going to guess that 30 minutes is for me since...” I waved a hand at him.

“No, this is the least of the effects. Ask Reid for the side effects sometime. Right now, I don't give a damn.” That made a lot of sense. “We have thirty minutes before you start your pheromone surge and my protective Alpha instincts kick in.” He ushered me towards the elevator. “Remind me to verbally kick Garcia's ass when we're done bonding.” he mumbled.

“Something tells me you won't have to.” I whispered, seeing Spencer argue with Garcia as the elevator doors shut. He escorted me to his room and herded me in just as our thirty minutes was up. The minute I stand still, Luke comes over and tenderly kisses me on the lips. For a minute, I melt into them, thinking this man loves me as much as I love him. Then common sense slams into me. We’re both under the influence despite his earlier declaration of love. I ignore my common sense.

“It’s not too late, you know. I don't have to knot you.” My heart swelled with gratitude.

“Knot me.” I said eagerly.

“Hm...would you also like me to fill you up so that you carry my child?” he asked, startling me with the possibility. “Because I *would love* that, *cariña.* Your belly growing round with my child...I can just picture it.”

“Would that please you, Luke?” I asked, realizing that I wanted his child to be **mine**, no one else's.

“Oh, immensely.” he answered, grinding his hips into mine. “We don't have to consummate the bond tonight, mi corazón.” he said. “Tomorrow’s good.”

Reminded of the fact that Luke had saved me from being another's mate, I murmured, “I want you to make love to me. I need to forget that I could have lost you via my actions tonight.”

“Your wish is my command, mi amor.” Luke said before capturing my lips in a fervent, passionate kiss. His lips were firm and gentle against mine. Wanting to feel his chest underneath my finger tips, I slid my hands underneath his shirt. He took off my shirt, bra, pants and underwear. “Bed.” Luke growled.

I lay down and watch Luke strip. Mm, he is definitely gorgeous. “Oh, don’t mind me. Just enjoying the show.” I replied to his raised eyebrow.

“I saw that. You just checked me out.” He grinned and joined me on the bed. He kissed a trail to my stomach. “I can't tell you how much I've wanted this.” Luke moaned.

“This?” I asked.

“You in my bed, naked.” Luke whispered before taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking on it. I moaned, eagerly threading my fingers through his black hair. “Reality is even better than my dreams.”

“Does that mean you're ready to thank Garcia?” I asked as a joke but I knew the answer.

“Fuck no! She put you in danger of having an Alpha who wouldn't care for you. She's lucky that Reid was so attentive.” He resumed giving my second nipple equal attention.

“Luke, please...” I whined.

“Spread your legs. I want to feel how turned on I made you.” Luke murmured. Without hesitation, I did so. “You’re so turned on already? That was fast,” Luke murmured.

“I started getting turned on the minute we shut the door.” I honestly replied. “Quit stalling and...” He easily slid in after a few minutes of momentary pain for me. We both felt his knot pop into place.

We worked into a frenzied pace, until finally that spring within me broke, unleashing wave after wave of euphoric pleasure while Luke's thrusts continued, though now short and urgent.

Suddenly he stilled, and I watched as every muscle tensed. Still recovering from my own climax, I could feel his throbbing length pulse as his own was met. I was, however, suddenly aware of my name being desperately muttered, and I smiled in satisfaction.

He clutched me to him, kissing my neck. I could feel our bond and I was reassured that Luke truly loved me. After a few minutes, he started to pull out but I stopped him. “Stay.” I demanded. “Besides, you can't leave until your knot disappears.”

“Corazón, that only means...” I could feel him hardening again and my muscles tightened around his manhood. “We go at it again.” I giggled as I shifted.

He stayed inside me for the rest of the night. When dawn broke, Luke slid out despite my feeble protests though he did cuddle afterwards with me.

I didn't want my time with Luke to end but it was back to both home and our professional lives. Little did I know that Luke had no intention of letting me go.

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! I M P O R T A N T !

Regarding the recent allegation about MGG, ai just want to state my opinion:

As a SA victim myself, I don't see any kind of predatory behaviour in Matthew. He seems like a genuinely good person, and it's my decision to keep supporting him until I have definite proof that the allegations are true and that whatever happened was not consentual. Till then, my account stays active.

That being said, I don't want to totally disregard this woman's allegations, but I personally don't believe it's true. This is coming from a person who has experienced SA twice themselves. As long as your logical reasoning tells you otherwise, you do you. I’m still gonna simp over him, support him and his career, and read and write smut fanfics of him cause I’m an adult and it is my decision. Speaking as an SA survivor, I find my comfort in Matthew. Because he has a feminine energy and he really seems like a genuine heartwarming loveable person. Please, don't send hate my way, if you feel differently, I kindly ask you to just stop interacting with my page. 💜

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Agreed, Please be kind to others!

Hey- I already struggle with thoughts of unaliving myself daily, the death threat I got after being put on a block list because I defended my girlfriend for getting a r*pe threat doesn’t help with any of that. Yes the tags I put are relevant- because it’s this fandom that has targeted me for no reason. I don’t know if I can handle this so I may deactivate.

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What Happens in Costa Rica

A/N: This was written for @imagining-in-the-margins Other MGG character Discord Server Fic event. I was inspired by Mexican Margaritas in the fact that I agree with her over Summer - If you wanted Lesley, make the first move girl instead of marrying a dumbass who doesn't suit you!

Summary: Summer rejects Lesley yet again, so Major decides to play matchmaker for his son. Problem is, Major picked the right one for Lesley.

You woke up with a terrific hangover and long, lightly muscled arms wrapped around you. You screamed when you saw a ring on your left hand as did your bedmate, who had the unfortunate opportunity to fall out of bed and hit his head on the bed table. “What the fuck?” Your bedmate yelled.

Your chest was heavy with indignation. “That’s my line!” you snapped. He slowly stood up and gingerly rubbed his head. You calmed down and shot him a look of sympathy.

“I’m Lesley Smith-Juniment and you are?” he asked, still rubbing his head.

“Your wife, apparently.” I muttered. “Y/N Smith-Juniment.” He blinked. “All I can remember is I got dumped right before I was to take this romantic vacation with my boyfriend and now...I’m married to you!”

Lesley blushed. “All I remember is Summer rejecting me, Dad saying I needed a stiff drink...oh that fucking bastard!” It was your turn to blink now. “He orchestrated this!”

“How?” You asked.

“I remember him vaguely chatting you up and when you told him you weren't into older men, he said he wasn't chatting you up for him, he was...” Lesley trailed off.

“Chatting me up for you!” you finished in shock. Lesley nodded. “I’m sorry, Lesley. I'll get a divorce st...”

“How long do you intend to stay?” he asked, biting his lip. “I’d like to prove to you that my dad was right in setting us up.” You couldn't believe your new husband.

“A month.” You said. Hope shone in his eyes.

“Do you like kids?” he asked. “To me, that's the most important thing for my life once I've dealt with my daddy issues.”

Your eyes lit up. “I love them... and if you're going for the long haul, Les...” You trailed off to make a point, finally noticing the decent sized bulge in his tight jeans. “Wait, how long have...”

“I had it snug against your ass when you knocked me off the bed.” Lesley said casually with a shrug of his shoulder. You blanched as you pulled him flush against you and slipped your hand into his boxers to stroke his erection. He shuddered. “Don’t.”

“Wh...” You were just about to ask why when he said,

“I want to finish inside you.” He murmured as he stepped back to toy with your breasts. You moaned. “Mm, I think you like that.” he teased. You both tumbled onto the bed, and Lesley leaned over you, one knee parting your legs.

“I need you inside me, Lesley.” You said. You meant it as an order, though you were sure it sounded more like a plea.

“You're sure?” he queried. “Without a condom?”

“Yes.” It took a moment but Lesley brought your sex to nearly meet his own. You rolled your hips, begging him to just hurry up, impatient to quell the fire burning within.

He shook his head though. He bent his head to your mound, pulling your legs up to rest on his shoulders. His fingers and tongue caressed you, as they sought out that little button of pleasure that had brought you to climax so many times before; Lesley found it.

Between that and the slow, gentle thrusts of two of his long, piano fingers within you, once in a while brushing across a part of you that made you thrust back, the pleasure seemed to make something wind up tightly inside of you like a coil. “Lesley!” You whined.

He had fumbled a bit, missing his mark twice before he slowly entered you. You loosely wrapped your legs around his waist as he began to thrust, slowly, with utmost care. One hand idly caressed your body, while the other cradled your head as he kissed your lips once more. You eagerly tasted the mix of your juices with the bittersweet flavor that was all Lesley.

He found that spot within you, easily rubbing against it with each thrust of your hips crashing against each other. You both worked into a frenzied pace, until finally that spring within you broke, unleashing wave after wave of euphoric pleasure while Lesley's thrusts continued, though now short and urgent.

Suddenly he stilled, and you watched as every muscle tensed. Still recovering from your own climax, you could feel his throbbing length pulse as his own was finally met.

“Still want a divorce?” he sweetly asked, gently kissing the bridge of your nose.

“Fuck.” you groaned. He had you well and truly trapped. “And if I say yes?” A melancholic look appeared on his features.

“Then I'll go through the divorce.” he said, sighing.

“Fortunately, that's not what I want. I want you, Lesley. I....” He wouldn't let you say another word as you felt him harden again inside you.

---

“I guess we should thank my dad for setting us up.” Lesley said as you two cuddled together. “What I’d like to know is who had the bright idea for us to get married while we were drunk.”

“I am *not* thanking your father.” You said with a snort. “I love you, Lesley.” You inwardly cursed at your slip. While you were crazy about Lesley, what if he didn't feel the same?

“I love you too.” Lesley murmured before he cradled your head with his hands and kissed you. Then he smirked. “Our kids will get a kick out of this.” You laughed as you cuddled even closer. Lesley smiled and kissed you again.

“We should get out of here.” you suggested. “You know, to see the sights.” Lesley paused, looking insecure about something that you couldn't figure out.

“Why? I thought you were enjoying sex with your new husband.” Lesley pouted, making you giggle.

“I am but this is our honeymoon, Lesley. I would like to see some of the sights with you.” Lesley nodded and got up. He threw on a pair of jeans, a white undershirt and a red plaid shirt with sandals. You threw on a purple sundress and your white sandals.

“Cute.” Lesley murmured, smiling at you.

---

You spend several hours sightseeing with Lesley then come back to the hotel. While Lesley was figuring dinner for that night, you spot Major watching you and Lesley. “So what's the big idea, huh?” You asked after stalking up behind him.

“One, I disapproved of Summer jilting Lesley the second time...” He started.

“And set him up with a woman who you don't know from Eve, buster.” you hissed. “For all you know, I could be a murderer or con-woman.” Major gave you an amused look.

“Are you?” he asked.

“Fuck no. Your son is too trusting and while I love him for it, it was a shitty idea that you forced us to get ma...” Major burst into laughter. “What the fuck is so funny?” You hissed.

“I didn't force you two to get married! It was your peabrained idea, actually.” Major revealed.

“Mine?!” You squeaked indignantly. Major nodded, still laughing.

“I suggested a one night stand so Lesley could forget Summer and you said, ‘Hell, I'll marry him.’ Lesley leaped on that and ran with it. Just don't hurt him.” You stared at your father-in-law.

“Don’t hurt him? Oh that's rich, coming from you. Draining his bank account, lying to him...” You started getting louder with each word. “Setting him up with the first woman who crosses his path. You're hurting Lesley more than I ever could.”

“It’s okay. We worked it out.” Lesley said to diffuse the tension. “Come on, our pizza will be ready in half an hour and maybe...” he raised his eyebrows suggestively at you, which made Major snicker.

“You are unbelievable.” you grumbled. “I’ve been itching to tear him a new one ever since you told me what he did.” Lesley beamed at you.

“Don’t worry, my moms will finish tearing him a new one once they find out about you.” Lesley said, trying to hide his amusement at the prospect while Major winced. Then because you looked worried, he added, “They’ll love you.”

---

Three months pregnant:

You were helping Lesley's moms with dinner when you nearly fainted.“Y/N!” Mom Juniment cried out as you grabbed the counter to keep from falling. Luckily, Mom Smith was right behind you.

“Living room, now.” she said. “Lesley would never forgive us if you got hurt.” Understanding that they meant well, you excused yourself to the bathroom. You had a few pregnancy tests tucked away. Taking one, you waited for the results.

You stared at the pink plus. Plus meant that you were pregnant. “Y/N, sweetheart, are you okay?” Lesley must have just gotten home. You opened the door and hugged him.

“More than okay, I think we're pregnant!” you whispered. Not wanting his moms to find out before you were ready to tell them, he carried you up to his bedroom. “Lesley!” you giggled as he pressed soft, deliberate kisses to your neck.

“That is the best news I've heard all day!” He exclaimed as he moved his kisses down to your collarbone, then your swollen, tender breasts.

You groaned as he moved his lips to your belly. “I can't wait until you start showing.” he whispered between kisses. “Want everyone to know you're mine.”

“Your erection will probably give it away.” you teased as his bulge made contact with your hip.

---

6 months pregnant:

“So are we expecting a boy or a girl?” Lesley asked. You smiled mischievously. You honestly thought about telling him that you didn't ask but knew also that it was revealed on the ultrasound picture.

“Eleanor.” You said, pausing as you felt a particularly strong kick from your belly. Lesley came over and kissed your abdomen then you. “Lesley!” you squeaked when he took off your shirt.

“Ah-ah. Anytime, anywhere.” he reminded you softly before suckling from your breast. You moaned. “Just so you know, I couldn't stop thinking about how I wanted to make love to the mother of my child." Lesley replied softly as you ran your hands over his bare chest. "On the bed." You lay down, grinning at him.

"This what you want?" You tease. He gave you a bright smile.

"Minx." He said as he laid down next to you and peppered your neck with kisses. “Does it feel good when I touch you here?” he said as he skimmed his fingers over your hip. “Or maybe here?” He stroked your breasts.

“I don’t care what you do, just fuck me.” You panted.

“You make me so hard for you.” he moaned.

“I had this dream last night and - fuck- you couldn’t keep your hands off me, Lesley.”

“It’s sir right now, understood?” He growled.

“I never thought I’d hear you say that but fuck, that’s hot sir.” You said as he suckled your breast. You ran your hand through his hair.

"I have some new positions for us to try." You raised an eyebrow at him. "Lay down on your stomach." You did as he asked and he slid a couple of pillows underneath your pelvis, then slipped into you. "Close your legs a bit." He instructed you, which you did.

He found that spot within you, easily rubbing against it with each thrust of his hips crashing against your pelvis. You worked into a frenzied pace, until finally that spring within you broke, unleashing wave after wave of euphoric pleasure while Lesley's thrusts continued, though now short and urgent.

Suddenly he stilled. Still recovering from your climax, you could feel his throbbing length pulse as his own was met.

“I love you.” you both said as you drifted off to sleep.

---

9 months pregnant:

“Okay, *now* I'm ready to thank your dad.” you grumbled. “Maybe *even* Summer.” Lesley snorted. “No, I'm serious. If Summer hadn't dumped you for a second time, then Major wouldn't have set us up and I wouldn't be married to you or pregnant.”

“I still wonder whose idea it was for us to get married when drunk.” Lesley mused. You were debating on whether or not to tell him that *it* had been your idea.

“I did.” You admitted. Lesley looked at you. You worried that maybe Lesley was unhappy about your admission but he laughed.

“Better you than Dad.” he finally remarked, shaking his head. “How’s our daughter? She should have made an appearance by now.” You chuckled at Lesley's impatience. “I can't imagine being 40 weeks is comfortable.”

“I’m ready for this to be done too, Les but she'll come on he...Oh shit!” Lesley hovered around you protectively. “I think my water just broke.”

---

Lesley paced outside your birthing suite where he could still hear you screaming as you labored to give birth to your daughter. How long would it take? Then he heard a newborn's cry. “Mr. Smith-Juniment, come meet your daughter.” The doctor said after a few minutes had passed.

He hesitantly came in to see you gently rocking a pink bundle. “She’s beautiful.” Lesley murmured.

“Eleanor Jeanine Smith-Juniment, I’d like you to meet your daddy.” You said as you put her into Lesley's arms. Eleanor fussed briefly at the change in people holding her but settled down once secure in her father's arms. “Daddy, this is Eleanor.”

“Hi sweetheart.” Lesley kissed his daughter on the top of her head and then chuckled.

“What’s so funny?” You asked.

“What stays in Costa Rica didn't stay in Costa Rica.” Lesley replied, making you laugh as your daughter fell asleep.

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What Happens in Costa Rica

Summary: Summer rejects Lesley yet again, so Major decides to play matchmaker for his son. Problem is, Major picked the right one for Lesley.

Your chest was heavy with indignation. “That’s my line!” you snapped. He slowly stood up and gingerly rubbed his head. You calmed down and shot him a look of sympathy.

“I’m Lesley Smith-Juniment and you are?” he asked, still rubbing his head.

Lesley blushed. “All I remember is Summer rejecting me, Dad saying I needed a stiff drink...oh that fucking bastard!” It was your turn to blink now. “He orchestrated this!”

“How?” You asked.

“I remember him vaguely chatting you up and when you told him you weren't into older men, he said he wasn't chatting you up for him, he was...” Lesley trailed off.

“Chatting me up for you!” you finished in shock. Lesley nodded. “I’m sorry, Lesley. I'll get a divorce st...”

“How long do you intend to stay?” he asked, biting his lip. “I’d like to prove to you that my dad was right in setting us up.” You couldn't believe your new husband.

“A month.” You said. Hope shone in his eyes.

“Do you like kids?” he asked. “To me, that's the most important thing for my life once I've dealt with my daddy issues.”

“Wh...” You were just about to ask why when he said,

“I need you inside me, Lesley.” You said. You meant it as an order, though you were sure it sounded more like a plea.

“You're sure?” he queried. “Without a condom?”

“Yes.” It took a moment but Lesley brought your sex to nearly meet his own. You rolled your hips, begging him to just hurry up, impatient to quell the fire burning within.

Suddenly he stilled, and you watched as every muscle tensed. Still recovering from your own climax, you could feel his throbbing length pulse as his own was finally met.

“Still want a divorce?” he sweetly asked, gently kissing the bridge of your nose.

“Fuck.” you groaned. He had you well and truly trapped. “And if I say yes?” A melancholic look appeared on his features.

“Then I'll go through the divorce.” he said, sighing.

“Fortunately, that's not what I want. I want you, Lesley. I....” He wouldn't let you say another word as you felt him harden again inside you.

---

“I guess we should thank my dad for setting us up.” Lesley said as you two cuddled together. “What I’d like to know is who had the bright idea for us to get married while we were drunk.”

“I am *not* thanking your father.” You said with a snort. “I love you, Lesley.” You inwardly cursed at your slip. While you were crazy about Lesley, what if he didn't feel the same?

“We should get out of here.” you suggested. “You know, to see the sights.” Lesley paused, looking insecure about something that you couldn't figure out.

“Why? I thought you were enjoying sex with your new husband.” Lesley pouted, making you giggle.

“Cute.” Lesley murmured, smiling at you.

---

“One, I disapproved of Summer jilting Lesley the second time...” He started.

“And set him up with a woman who you don't know from Eve, buster.” you hissed. “For all you know, I could be a murderer or con-woman.” Major gave you an amused look.

“Are you?” he asked.

“Fuck no. Your son is too trusting and while I love him for it, it was a shitty idea that you forced us to get ma...” Major burst into laughter. “What the fuck is so funny?” You hissed.

“I didn't force you two to get married! It was your peabrained idea, actually.” Major revealed.

“Mine?!” You squeaked indignantly. Major nodded, still laughing.

“You are unbelievable.” you grumbled. “I’ve been itching to tear him a new one ever since you told me what he did.” Lesley beamed at you.

---

Three months pregnant:

You were helping Lesley's moms with dinner when you nearly fainted.“Y/N!” Mom Juniment cried out as you grabbed the counter to keep from falling. Luckily, Mom Smith was right behind you.

You stared at the pink plus. Plus meant that you were pregnant. “Y/N, sweetheart, are you okay?” Lesley must have just gotten home. You opened the door and hugged him.

“That is the best news I've heard all day!” He exclaimed as he moved his kisses down to your collarbone, then your swollen, tender breasts.

You groaned as he moved his lips to your belly. “I can't wait until you start showing.” he whispered between kisses. “Want everyone to know you're mine.”

“Your erection will probably give it away.” you teased as his bulge made contact with your hip.

---

6 months pregnant:

“Eleanor.” You said, pausing as you felt a particularly strong kick from your belly. Lesley came over and kissed your abdomen then you. “Lesley!” you squeaked when he took off your shirt.

"This what you want?" You tease. He gave you a bright smile.

“I don’t care what you do, just fuck me.” You panted.

“You make me so hard for you.” he moaned.

“I had this dream last night and - fuck- you couldn’t keep your hands off me, Lesley.”

“It’s sir right now, understood?” He growled.

“I never thought I’d hear you say that but fuck, that’s hot sir.” You said as he suckled your breast. You ran your hand through his hair.

Suddenly he stilled. Still recovering from your climax, you could feel his throbbing length pulse as his own was met.

“I love you.” you both said as you drifted off to sleep.

---

9 months pregnant:

“I still wonder whose idea it was for us to get married when drunk.” Lesley mused. You were debating on whether or not to tell him that *it* had been your idea.

“I did.” You admitted. Lesley looked at you. You worried that maybe Lesley was unhappy about your admission but he laughed.

“I’m ready for this to be done too, Les but she'll come on he...Oh shit!” Lesley hovered around you protectively. “I think my water just broke.”

---

He hesitantly came in to see you gently rocking a pink bundle. “She’s beautiful.” Lesley murmured.

“Hi sweetheart.” Lesley kissed his daughter on the top of her head and then chuckled.

“What’s so funny?” You asked.

“What stays in Costa Rica didn't stay in Costa Rica.” Lesley replied, making you laugh as your daughter fell asleep.

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#fanfiction #Hot air movie #mgg #lesley smith juniment #smut(under 18 DNI)

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