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Mrs Doctor Reid

Nobody knew Spencer had a wife. But they found out. Nobody knew she was pregnant, not until she walks into the BAU sporting a sizeable bump.

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Season 4 Reid

Nobody on the team knew that Spencer Reid had a wife. Spencer Reid, the youngest member of the team, the resident genuis. He had a wife. And nobody knew. (Well, JJ knew, but she wasn't about to spill his secrets).

Before he had joined the BAU, Spencer had been engaged. They'd gotten married after his first year with the team, but neither of them wore a ring on their finger. She wore it around her neck and he carried it with him, fingerings it in the privacy of his hotel room.

Spencer told JJ. He had to tell somebody, just in case something happened to him. JJ was more than happy to keep her a secret for him. And, once she met Will, she understood why he wanted to keep her secret, keep her to himself.

Morgan was the first to find out. The case was a pickup artist, an unsub that was patrolling clubs to pick up women and murder them.

Morgan and Reid had been in the clubs, handing out flyers to give to the potentially vulnerable women. When Spencer teased Morgan for getting a lack of phone numbers, he challenged him. So, Spencer used magic to impress the girl at the bar. "Well, if you see anything, call me," he'd said with his usual awkward smile.

The awkward smile his wife loved.

"And, if I don't see anything?" She asked, obviously flirting with him. "Can I still call you?"

Again, Spencer wore that smile. "Uh, my wife would prefer it if you only called if you saw anything."

When Spencer turned around, he saw the expression drop from Morgan's face. "Reid, you're married?" He asked, and Spencer nodded. "I'm so sorry, man. I didn't know."

"Nobody did," Spencer replied.

When the team found out, they felt incredibly guilty. They couldn't help but think back to Tobias Hankel and when Reid got kidnapped. She had no idea. His wife must have been sat in their apartment, alone and worried.

But JJ smoothed things out, assured them that Reid's wife was kept updated while Spencer was kidnapped. JJ told her what she needed to know and kept her calm.

But now they'd been married for four years. Spencer started wearing his ring after the team found out. He called her in front of the others while they were working on a case.

The team was so happy their resident genius was in love.

They knew about his wife, about the love of his life, but they didn't know about the baby.

Kids was always on the cards, but they had waited. Spencer's career was taking off when they got married and, with how often he was away, it didn't feel right.

But they weren't careful. It wasn't like Doctor Reid to not be careful like that. She was on birth control and there was always condoms in top drawer next to their bed.

But they slipped up just once. She'd forgotten to take her pill and hadn't noticed (Spencer was good with gently reminding her when he could. This hadn't been one of those times), and Spencer hadn't reached for a condom.

Neither of them quite realised they weren't being safe. Not until she realised there was an odd number of pills in the packet at the end of the day. She'd taken both pills, the number should have been even.

But she didn't panic. Didn't mention anything to Spencer. What was the chance she was actually pregnant? She kept things quiet until the morning sickness started. Until she took a test, and then another, and then another. When they all came back positive, she called Spencer.

She didn't normally call Spencer while he was on a case. He was busy, she waited for him to call her in the evenings, when he was in the hotel room and he wanted to hear about her day. Spencer couldn't help but assume that something was wrong.

Far from it. Everything was perfect. The minute Spencer got home he pulled her into his arms, his face in her hair. "I love you," he whispered again and again and again.

Spencer didn't tell the team. Didn't want them to worry while he was on cases.

She became, admittedly, a little clingy when she began showing. Not to the extreme of stopping him from going on cases, but, whenever he was home, she was attached to him.

And Spencer couldn't say no to his wife. She was craving pizza? He was getting pizza. She wanted him to read to her? He was bringing in a selection of books, sitting her on the sofa and rubbing her swollen feet with one hand while he read.

If she wanted to bring him something to eat, he'd text her when they were landing to do paperwork.

It didn't matter the time. Mrs Doctor Reid made two sandwiches and set off for her husbands place of work.

She had met the team a couple of times before. It wasn't many, but it was enough for her to be friendly with them. With a science museum tote bag over her shoulder, she stepped out of the elevator and walked into the FBI's Behavioural Analysis Unit.

Morgan spotted her first. "Hey, Mrs Reid," he called, gaining the attention of the rest of the BAU. But then Morgans eyes widened. "Holy shit," he couldn't stop himself from saying.

Emily let out a gasp as she walked over. "Congratulations, Mrs Boy Wonder," she said as she hugged her. Mrs Reid hugged her back.

Hotch shouted his Congratulations through his office doorway to the happy couple. As he did so, Morgan walked over and placed his hands on Spencers' shoulders. "My man," he said quietly and let go.

With a fond smile, Spencer pushed his hair back. He grabbed his chair and wheeled it over to her. "Hi Honey," he said softly, sitting her down on the chair.

Her bag was in her lap as Spencer wheeled her over to his desk. "I missed you," she said, pushing her own fingers through his hair.

Spencer softly smiled at her. "I missed you too," he whispered as she grabbed his hand. Public displays of affection weren't Spencers thing but, for his pregnant wife, he'd do anything.

She quickly let go of him and opened her bag. "I brought sandwiches," she said as she pulled one out and passed it to Spencer. He leaned against the desk as he unwrapped it, keeping hold of it as she unwrapped the second. Once they were open, they swapped. She took the sandwich from him and he took the sandwich from her.

As they ate, they spoke. She didn't ask about the case, she never did. No, she asked about the city and whether he'd been eating well.

Spencer assured her that he had been eating well. The conversation they had was the one they normally had in the evenings, when he was on a case.

He pressed his hand to her bump for a quick second as he finished his sandwich. "I've got paperwork to finish up," he said and rested his hand on her shoulder. "Wanna sit with me while I get it done?"

She nodded her head and Spencer grabbed another chair. As he worked she kept one hand to her bump, the other holding Spencers.

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poookieee!! as much as i love me some subby spence.. im dying for soft!dom spence ><

maybe a little prof-teacher taboo something if you’re feeling nasty 😩

i love a challenge!

"pick me up after school, you can be my baby." | spencer reid

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college student!female!reader x professor!spencer

word count: 1.0k

contents: y/n is a legal adult, teacher/student dynamic, unprotected p in v, public sex, creampie

you had been taking an unsolicited slumber in the middle of your biology class with mr reid. 

the last period of the day when all the irrelevant tangents he went on would enter through one ear and come right out the other. so really, it wasn’t your fault that you just couldn’t keep your attention on him, regardless of his meek elegance and gentle composure. you had fallen asleep to his soft tone of voice, confident that he wouldn’t catch you as he rambled on. which was why you were completely baffled as to how he had you bent over his desk as he scolded you, your plaid skirt on the ground, hugging your ankles.

you had to admit, the tension between you two was palpable. with such a small age gap, it was hard to not fall for a teacher who had such a close resemblance to a greek god. as good as he was at keeping up his professional demeanor, you constantly caught him stealing occasional glances at you as you walked away from him or popping up in your physical education class, catching you in your shorts and tank top as a thin layer of sweat shone off your body. it was the way things had always been.

he tsked, one of his ringed hands having a tight grip on your bare hip. “snoozing during my class? i expected much more from you.” your cheek pressed against the cool oakwood of his neat, organized desk. you would’ve cringed at how cliche this scene was if it wasn’t what you had been thirsting for all along. you pouted, squirming as he used his other hand to keep your hands behind your back. “i-i didn’t mean to, mr reid. i swear..!”

as you moved, your hips pushed into his ever so slightly. he grinned a little, pulling his glasses away from his eyes and carefully placing them on top of his hair to hold back a few stray strands of hair. “i bet you say that to all the teachers, my dear…” your knees shook as his voice dropped an octave. you still had your panties on, which were soaking wet from the heat of the atmosphere.

he swallowed audibly hard, his breath growing shakier by the second as the awkward side of his personality began to flicker through. “y-you’re a very beautiful girl, y’know that..?” your cheeks heated up as he slowly began to trail his thumb up and down your clothed slit, a throbbing sensation growing in his concealed, starched uniform pants.

you whimpered quietly, your hot breath condensing onto the polished wood. he brought his lips to your ear, whispering in a tone that rang through your mind. “i ought to teach you a lesson for being such a bad girl in my class today…” he slipped a hand into his pocket, pulling out a square-shaped, golden package. a condom. you didn’t think guys like him would carry them around on the fly.

he moved his hand to the button and zipper of his pants, undoing them both swiftly. he tore open the condom pack with his teeth, baring pearly white canines. a white droplet began to seep through the thin fabric of his briefs, revealing his arousal. his thumbs kept a good rhythm on your soaking cunt, starting to slip underneath your panties as he whipped out his cock and rolled the condom onto himself with a deep groan.

your body trembled as the wait became agonizing. you felt so open, so exposed to him. his hands groped and caressed the most intimate parts of you as he lined himself up with your pulsing hole. you desperately moved your hips back, making him chuckle. “someone’s eager, huh?” he gripped his cock with a shaky hand, talking to you as he began to push himself into you. “well i could never deprive my favourite student of something she wants so badly…”

your hands ball into fists as he entered you, inch by inch as he stretched you out until you were full to the brim. you yelped, making him shove two fingers into your mouth to shut you up. your jaw closed around him, drool cascading onto the desk as he started to fuck you. he started slow and steady, his rhythm matching the one of a brand-new metronome.

you moaned and whimpered, your insides struggling to adjust to his size. but surely, he talked you through the overwhelming pleasure. “there you go… just like that..” his voice was low and breathing, your ass bouncing each time he pounded into you. the room filled with lewd noises quickly and you thanked the heavens that the classroom door was locked.

his balls slapped against your puffy clit as he picked up the pace, his fingernails leaving crescent-shaped marks on your soft flesh. tears filled your eyes as the overstimulation became mind-boggling. a mess of wetness and precum dripped down your inner thighs. you felt his thick girth twitch inside of you, his breathing getting louder with each thrust.

“s-such a good girl… takin’ me so well…” his words were slurred and melted into each other like ice cream. groans and whimpers echoed through the room, crescendoing until they reached a loud climax. your teacher tossed his head back as his balls tightened up and sent hot ropes of cum shooting into your guts. 

your cunt swelled as he filled you with his seed, your whole body going heavy as your orgasm hit you like a freight train. you bit your lip, hard enough to draw blood. you gasped as he pulled himself out of you, feeling empty by the lack of him inside you. he flipped you around, awkwardly taking you into his arms and kissing you deeply on the lips, his jaw clenching as he tasted you. the heat between your legs grew to an unbearable state and you wrapped your legs around his waist, kissing him back until he pulled away, cheeks stained with pink.

he cleared his throat, crouching down to help you pick up your skirt. he lifted you off the desk, helping you put it on. he even took the extra step of grabbing you a handkerchief and dabbing away at the sticky mess on your thighs. as he finished, he looked at you and nodded with approval. “you’d better get going. i’ve assigned three chapters that must be read for our class discussion tomorrow.” you groaned, picking up your bookbag and slinging it over your shoulder. he chuckled, kissing you on the cheek and bringing his lips to your ear. “until next time, my dear.”

author's note: stream karma by jojo siwa

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[uranometrias]

✮ꜜ : ❛ guilt's a motherfucker : spencer reid x fem! reader

pairing: spencer reid x bau! reader

summary: denial was an art, especially in a field like the one that you worked in. as a profiler, it was almost impossible for anyone to pull the wool over your eyes. you'd spent enough time with your team to know that this gift, this specific sort of perception was not something you were immune to either. meaning, no matter how much you tried to keep things a secret, someone on your team was bound to read right through you. especially spencer. 🔱 ━━ alternatively: the one where your inability to say what you want leads spencer to accept the affections of someone else.

content warnings: i think this could be considered angst . spencer reid having a crush on reader. reader being jealous of spencer getting attention from someone else. cute friendship between derek+ emily + reader. reader is the youngest on the team. set in s6, pre- jj’s departure.

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“You doing alright, babygirl?” Derek’s voice isn’t hard to miss, and the obvious smugness that was attached made your eyes roll. You knew from the moment that you’d leaned forward in your chair, lips pulling down into a deep pout that someone would clock you and quite quickly put two and two together. You didn’t mean to be obvious, in fact, usually you did a much better job at keeping your cool. However, there was something glaringly different today.

Spencer had gone for a new look, you remembered the day he walked in with his hair freshly cropped, shoulder-length tresses replaced with what Hotch had affectionately referred to as "boy band" hair. The rest of the team had laughed, you'd even cutely hid your own snicker behind your hand, but you couldn't deny that it fit him. It was flattering, dare you say cute as hell. In the weeks that followed though, he'd went even shorter, gone were all traces of boy band.

The look he sported now was distracting, incredibly so. He looked good, and it seemed you weren't the only that seemed to notice.

"She's eating him with her eyes." you grumble, arms crossing as Derek comes up behind you. He's got his chin pressed to your shoulder, following your line of sight, as a boisterous laugh escapes him. "It's not funny, Derek." this hiss of yours only seems to fuel his amusement as he starts to chuckle even louder.

"You've been mean mugging that girl since she walked in this morning." Derek rounds your desk now, obstructing your view of the betrayal taking place across the bullpen. It was a slow day, a good day. No cases, but loads of paperwork. Your desk was covered in nothing but files, some you'd started, some you'd finished. You're still cross, but you allow yourself to look up at your long time friend.

"I'm not mean mugging." you huff, blinking slow as you think over your clear fib. "There's just something in my eye." you whisper, and it's not convincing. You can tell by the way Derek's bag chuckling.

"Yeah, a green monster." he retorts quickly, and you can't deny the way it catches you off guard, as a choked laugh at your own expense escapes you. "Jealousy's not a good look on you, little bit." he hums and you droop, because of course you know that. "Why don't you just talk to the guy? Look him in the eye and tell him straight up how you're feeling?" he asks, and despite all his jokes and quips, Derek Morgan was perceptive, and he cared about you.

"That's a horrible idea." you exclaim, and your entire body jerks back, recoiling as if you'd been stung. "God, aren't you supposed to be some kind of smooth criminal?" your eyebrows quirk upward, "What type of advice is that?" you proceed, and Derek's bemused, looking down at you as he waits for you to finish your spiel.

"Just tell him straight up how you feel?" you deepen your voice to mock his, "Why don't I just run around the bullpen in underwear too, since we're doing dumb things." you huff, and your dramatics are amusing. They always have been. You'd been a member of the team going on two years, and you'd made a mark so deep it almost felt like you'd always been a part of the Unit.

You were a stark contrast to Emily and JJ, and a complete 180 from the angsty bombshell that had been Elle Greenaway. You were a wide-eyed 20-something year old that still had so much light behind your eyes, and a hope that you wouldn't shake. You had a way of making everyone laugh. You could pull anyone out of their heads, even Hotch, who Derek had caught many times fighting back small content smizes as you took the team's mind off the gore of the job.

"That's one way to get attention." he hums, and you huff again.

"Derek, you're not being helpful. If you're just here to laugh at my misery, I'm gonna start rethinking your place in my life." you hum, and you lean forward, chin resting against your palms. Derek appraises you, head tipping to the side as he offers you a charming grin.

"All I'm saying is, you've been crushing on the kid since you got here." he reminds you, and your frown deepens. "And the world wont be blind forever." he mumbles, and you know what he means. Spencer Reid to you had always been the most beautiful guy, but he'd been buried under mountains of trauma and insecurities that he had never been able to accept that. With time though, Spencer had begun to blossom, and this new haircut seemed to be a testament of this.

He was coming into himself, there was a new confidence budding in his steps, less stammers between phrases, and you didn't really have to fight for eye contact much anymore. He was still Spence, and in his words, he was far from an Alpha Male, but he could be. And he would be, you just knew it. Which meant that the more confident he became, the more women would see him the way you saw him. Damn. Derek sees the way the cogs in your mind move, and he sighs.

"Take it from someone who's been around-." you can't help but to insert with your own little quip. "What are you calling yourself a dog?" you tease, and his eyes roll, but he still grins wide.

"Listen." he stretches the word a bit, and he's looking you right in the eye. You can see sympathy swirling through the pretty pools of brown, and you believe that maybe if you were a bit older, and had met Derek first, you'd be swooning for him the way you were swooning for Spencer. You shake these thoughts of his beauty away, as you give him the space to speak freely. "I know what it's like to miss a window." he reminds you. "Rejection's a bitch." he adds.

True. It was precisely why you'd never bothered to say anything to Spencer. You got through life by pretending things were fine, by making a joke out of the hard stuff. You wouldn't be able to handle opening your heart to someone, and being told 'No'. That you weren't good enough, that you weren't what they needed. Maybe that was selfish, rejection was a part of life. It was necessary, but still. You'd rather deal with your unresolved issues alone. You saw no need to bring Spencer into conversations about your feelings for him at all.

"But guilt's a motherfucker." and Derek's words stop you short. You blink. What was worse? The sting that rejection could cause or the gaping hole that guilt would bring? The thought of getting an invite to a wedding day for a future Mr. and Mrs. Spencer Reid while you sitll held romantic feelings close to your chest made you want to vomit. Perhaps Derek had a point. At least if Spence turned you down with time the two of you could work around it, become friends again.

If you never said anything though, you'd have no right to be angry or hurt or jealous if some woman with much more confidence than you managed to swoop in and knock him off his feet Damn, you hated when Derek was right. His chuckle is what alerts you that your begrudging inner thoughts had been uttered aloud.

"What's Derek right about?" you smell the familiar scent of Prentiss' perfume before you see her face. It's subtle but comforting, and it makes you unconsciously relax in your seat. Derek's moving out of your line of sight, and you're met with the sight of Spencer still talking to the woman. She had a firm grip on a mug of coffee in one hand, her other hand leisurely tracing circles on Spencer's arms. You inhale sharply, swiveling in your seat as you turn to face Emily.

"Everything." Derek takes the swing, winking as you and Emily share a dry glance. He then subtly nods his head towards the woman crowding Spencer at the kitchenette and Emily's lips form a thin line of understanding. She turns to you, hand resting on your shoulder as she gives it a firm squeeze.

"Don't you think it's time to take a swing?" she offers, and you hate that immediately she falls into step with Derek. The duo forming a united front against you to ensure you put your big girl pants on and tell him the way you're feeling. "Here's an idea," And Emily's looking for a second to make sure Spencer is still too preoccupied to make his way over. "You've been trying to find someone to go with you to that new movie... what was it?" Emily snaps her fingers.

"Crash of the-" you cut her off with a deep sigh.

"Clash... it's Called Clash of the Titans." you mutter, and you pout. You had been trying to convince Emily, JJ, and Penelope to give the action film a shot. What could be better than watching Sam Worthington run across your scream for nearly two hours as you're transported to Ancient Greece? But, alas... the girls were far more interested in other things. In truth, they'd all agreed that they'd prefer to see something a little less packed with gore and violence.

Just for a change of pace.

You couldn't slight them for their polite rejection of your plans. The last case you'd been on had been especially taxing and nightmare inducing. "Why don't you ask him instead?" she hums, and you look over at the chatting duo, they'd really been talking for a while. There's this easygoing sort of look on Spencer's face, and the beauty across from him has turned about the same shade of red as the lipstick smeared across her full pout.

"Looks like she beat me to it." you mutter, and you think maybe God hates you, because as you let the words out, the girl is beaming even brighter, slipping something she'd written on a napkin into the palm of his hand. She offers a flirty wink before she's sashaying off, hips moving from side to side as she makes her way back to her own little cubby. "Ah well, who cares?" you try your hand at playing nonchalant. "It's not like I was in love with him or anything."

And the thing about Denial was that you'd spent so long making it your security blanket that you often forgot you were working with some of the most brilliant minds the FBI had ever produced.

Derek pats your shoulder, he's sympathetic to your plight. He was probably the only person you had been the most forthcoming with about these feelings you harbored. Emily frowns, and she offers you a side hug, chin resting on the top of your head. Their comfort makes you feel better, but the coil of feelings in your gut only seems to tighten. You wanted to be alone, you'd been perceived enough, if any of them pushed any further you may have broken into tears.

"I-I should get back to work." you mutter quietly, and they both know what you're doing. For once they resist the urge to comment, and they leave you be. Your desk was farthest away from the rest of the team. You and Hotch had agreed it was necessity. You could focus more when your back was to the rest of them. You let out a quiet sigh, fingers drumming against the table as you swallowed your emotions. You tiredly reach for an unfinished file, flipping it open.

Blurry words peer back at you, and you're shocked to realize that despite all your efforts you were still about to cry. Fuck.

You close your eyes, counting up to thirty in both english and spanish, by the time you'd finished breathing treinta under your breath, you had a new guest in front of you. Spencer stretched up for what felt like miles, his eyebrows furrowed as he stood before your desk with a look of confusion on his face. "Hey, are you alright?" he asks, and his voice always has this tenderness throughout.

"J-Just fine." and your stammer gives you away. Your voice is coated with mucus, a surefire signal that you were about a few seconds shy of having an immature meltdown. How silly of you to be this shaken up over the prospect of Spencer being with someone else. How dare you? You didn't even have the balls to admit that your playful flirting was just you overcompensating for the fact you couldn't do it foreal.

"I read somewhere that breathing exercises help you get through boring things." you motion to the file, and you've perfected your fake grin. Spencer doesn't look convinced, but he plays along.

"Oh, yeah? Where'd you read that?" he asks and you blanche.

"Uh. Just somewhere." you answer, and he's raised both his eyebrows. You recover quickly, clearing your throat. "You've replaced me, huh?" you ask, and you're playing it off like one of your jokes. Spencer looks shocked for a second, before he tips his head to the side as he looks down at you as if you were the most important thing in his world. If only.

"What do you mean?" he pries, and you motion with your head to the coffee station.

"Found another pretty girl to boost your head up, huh?" you mutter, and there's this flash. Something you can't quite catch, mostly because you're not in the mood to profile and analyze what all his facial expressions meant now. "You guys looked like you were having a good time." you add, and you hope you don't sound bitter. Jealousy or not, if Spencer was happy, you'd be happy too. You'd try.

"Yeah." he replies, and his face is turning red. "S-She was just being nice." he answers, and you hate that the first thing you notice is how he hasn't said 'No, I haven't replaced you.' You sour all the more.

"That's nice, Spence." you hum, and it's clear you've now become uninterested. So much for trying.

Still, Spencer was nothing if not selectively oblivious. You guys had been playing this game for almost a year, he wasn't going to make it easy for you to cop out and make him the bad guy. "She actually asked me to go see-" the rest of his joy-ridden words are mush in your head, and you can imagine how unamused you looked as you half-listened to him go on about how they were going out Saturday.

Yippee.

You don't mean to be rude, not really. But you couldn't bring yourself to listen to anymore. "Congratulations, Spencer." you cut him off abruptly. "But I've got to finish this, so if you could just-" and you're ushering him off as he stares at you aghast.

"What's your problem?" he pries, and you blink owlishly.

"Nothing." you insist, and you look over your shoulder. The team was not-so-subtly watching the exchange. Typical.

"I find that hard to believe." Spencer retorts, and he's got this unimpressed look on his face, like he knows something you don't. His genius has never irked you before, but right now it just makes you feel more perceived. Like he knew how you felt and was rubbing this all in your face. He couldn't possibly be that cruel though, right?

"Well that's not really my problem is it?" you snap, and Spencer's reaction is instantaneous. His scoff rings in your ears.

"Yeah, actually it is." he shoots back, and you rear back in surprise. What was that supposed to mean. "You know this is getting really old." and your strangled gasp escapes you before you can stop it.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" you narrow your eyes as you set your glare on him. He's got his own challenging sort of glance on his face, almost like he's daring you to keep playing dumb. You will. If only to push him to spit out whatever was so clearly sitting on the tip of his tongue. "Go on. Please tell me, Mr. All knowing." you press and his eyes roll. You look like a perturbed toddler ready to fling yourself on the ground and scream.

"Grow up." is all he says, and it slices you clean in half. "If you're gonna play the role of the jealous little girl, at least respect me enough to not play dumb about it when you're caught." and then he's leaving you sitting at your desk, and you're gawking.

Fuck.

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[michelle-is-writing]

Doubt, Spencer Reid

Word Count: 1k~

I've noticed Spencer avoiding me lately and looking rather sad. He doesn't reject me when I give him attention, but its almost as if he never returns the favor. I commonly see him reading a book for a few minutes before losing focus or interest in the work of literature and putting it down with a sigh. It's unusual for Spencer to lose interest in something so quickly, and it's strange for Spencer to not talk to me as much as he usually would.

After returning from a day of work at the BAU, Spencer does what he usually does and places his bag beside the door along with his shoes before stripping off his coat and hanging it up. Walking over to me, he plops down on the couch beside me and plops his head beside my legs. Happy to see him, I smile at down him, moving my hand to lightly drag my finger across his cheek. He doesn't smile at this, but he doesn't pull away from my touch either. This is my moment to ask him.

"Spence, baby," I say his name, causing him to glance up at me. "Are you okay?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows. "You haven't been your usual self, and I'm kind of worried."

Staring up at me, Spencer stays quiet for several seconds before sighing and answering me. "I'm okay, yes," he answers, sitting up. "I've just... I've just had a few things on my mind lately," With his back facing me, I move closer to him before wrapping my arms around him and pulling him into me, his head laying back on my shoulder.

"Then tell me," I say to him, leaning over and kissing his cheek. "Tell me what's on your mind."

Spencer shakes his head in a way that says he doesn't think it's a big deal; we've been dating for so long that we know what each other's movements mean. I know when he purses his lips and shakes his head that he doesn't think something is a big deal. I also know that when Spencer's eyes stare straight ahead instead of meeting mine that he's afraid to tell me something, or he's a bit hesitant in what he's about to say. Even though he's doing all of these, I don't stop asking him until he finally sighs and begins to speak, his voice low.

"I'm not good enough for you," Spencer tells me, making me a little confused. "I can't do a lot of things with you like travel or take you on planned dates without stupid work cutting in," he sighs, closing his eyes. "Besides, I'm never home with you for more than two or three days. Not to mention I'm socially awkward and I sometimes don't know what to say... sometimes, all I can think about is how you're too good for me, and you deserve someone so, so much better."

After hearing his confession, I don't know what to say. I wait a few moments to respond as I slowly process through everything Spence just admitted. I never knew he thought this way, but now it all makes sense. The way he's avoided me for the past few days... the way he constantly apologizes for silly mistakes even though it's not that big of a deal... it all pieces together now.

"I wish you wouldn't say such lies," I finally answer him, placing my hand on the side of his face. Turning him toward me, I push my lips against his, smiling as he kisses back before pulling me into his lap and close to his chest. It's moments like these that I live for, that I dream about. I crave these moments day and night, and when they happen, nothing around me matters. All that matters is my lips on Spencer's, and his heart beating against my own.

Pulling away from the kiss, I rub my thumb against his cheek before finishing my sentence. "But you're all that I've ever wanted in my life," I continue, sighing blissfully while tears come to my eyes. "And if I'm being honest, you're perfect for me. I know that sounds selfish, but-"

Before I can keep on, Spencer's lips reattach themselves to mine again before his hands find their way into my hair. With Spencer finally making the move to kiss me after what feels like forever, I tearfully smile and wrap my arms around his neck, linking my hands together. Soon, we're both lying down on the couch with my body beneath Spencer's own perfect body.

Pulling away to breathe, Spencer smiles softly and sweetly at me, the entire room lighting up as he does so. "You're perfect for me too," He confesses, his voice gentle and calm. "I can't live without you. If you'll have me, I-I'd like to marry you one day," Spencer further concludes, making my eyes widen as everything around me comes to a halt.

"Are you asking me to marry you?" I ask, staring up at him with wide eyes. In response, Spencer gently smiles and nods.

"I don't want it to seem like this is a split-second decision I'll regret later because it isn't, and I know I'll never regret this," He begins, taking my hand in his. "But this feels so right. When thinking about being with you for the rest of my life, I thought maybe you wouldn't want me, but now... it just seems like the perfect moment to do this,"

Leaning back down, Spencer's lips hover over mine as he continues, my full name falling from his lips as I smile with tears in my eyes once again. "If you'll let me, I'd like to make you (Y/n) (M/n) Reid instead," he confesses, smiling. "The only thing I'd ever want to change about you is your last name," his comment makes me giggle before leaning up and attaching my lips to his, holding him closer once more.

"Yes, Spencer," I answer him, pulling back to stare into his beautiful hazelnut orbs. "A million times yes," I add, placing my hands on the sides of his face before kissing him again, my fingers running against the light stubble of his cheeks as his hands find their way to my waist. Once again, my lips are on Spencer's, and our hearts are beating against each other's, although this time, it feels as if our heartbeats are one in the same.

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[hornyramostan]

you really don't know how much I want him to choke me with those arms

#i mean #criminal minds #spencer reid #mmg #matthew gray gubler scenario #matthew gray gubler #matthew gray gubler x reader #matthew gray gubler x y/n #matthew gray gubler imagine #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x y/n

[matthew-gray-gublers-babygirl]

Pregnancy

Summary: The reader finds herself pregnant and fear rises as she realizes she has to tell her partner, Matthew.

Pairing: Matthew Gray Gubler x Female Reader

Content: No swearing; mention of periods, morning sickness, pregnancy & describing pregnancy; fear of rejection and abandonment; soft Matthew & good ending! If there are any other warnings you'd prefer I add please mention them in the notes!

Wordcount: 1k>

Enjoy!

Matthew was great with children. He absolutely adored kids and couldn't wait to have his own someday. So when you realized you may be with child, you couldn't wait to take a test and announce the possible news. But at the same time, even with Matthew's positive attitude towards being a father, you were still terrified to tell him. You knew you had to tell him soon. He was very attentive to your cycle. He always gave you extra cuddles and made no excuses for late-night convenience store trips to settle your cravings, so when you went too long without complaining about your period, he would know something was different.

So when your period didn't come on its usual date and you had random flashes of nausea in the mornings, you decided to buy a few at-home pregnancy tests. You did all three and let them sit for the needed amount of time for the result to show. The dreaded five minutes felt like a lifetime. It took every ounce of restraint in your body to not check them before the timer went off. All three were positive. You were overjoyed that you were pregnant, but the fear of rejection and abandonment soon crept up.

Shaking as you sat on the toilet, all three positive tests in your hands, you went over your options in your head. Terminating the pregnancy was an option, but you had both been wanting to start a family for years, and you didn't want to waste this opportunity. 

After almost half an hour and many warm tears down your cheeks, you decided to break the news to Matthew once he arrived home from set today. You look down at your watch, the miniature clock reading four o’clock. He should be home anytime soon.

You begin to tidy up the house a bit and made something to eat for when Matthew arrives home. You caught yourself holding your stomach, imagining it round with your child. You reminisce about the memories and love that went into creating such a beautiful thing. You imagine Matthew pressing his lips against your swollen stomach, whispering heartfelt words to your unborn child and murmuring against your lips how much of a wonderful mother you are going to be once your little bundle of joy is ready to come out.

You hear the door swing open and Matthew's loud voice reverberates throughout the house. “Guess who!” You straighten yourself out, take a deep breath in and slowly let it out before greeting him at the entrance. “It’s me, Gube,” he jokes, taking you by the waist and kissing you. “Hey, babe,” he smiles. 

You notice his arm hidden behind his back and he whips a bouquet of flowers from behind himself. “What are these for?” you ask with a smile. “I saw them on my way home and they reminded me of you,” he explains. “My pretty girl deserves some pretty flowers.” This small gesture helps put you at ease and calms your nerves. “I love them,” you smile as you take them to the kitchen to put them in a vase. Once you place the flowers in a nice spot in the sun, you ask Matthew to sit down. 

“Oh, sure. What’s up?” he asks. Now he was the nervous one. You sit down on the vintage upholstered loveseat in the living room. You try to muster up the courage and the words to explain the situation, but all that comes out are unconfident words and tears. “Hey, hey. What’s wrong, baby? You know you can trust me,” Matthew whispers as he wraps an arm around you. You wipe away the small tears and take another affirming breath.

“You, um- You know how you love kids, and say that you always wanted to be a father?” Matthew knew exactly what you meant. “Are you… Wait are you pregnant?” you nod at his question and watch as the biggest smile appears on his face. 

“Oh, baby,” he kisses you like he hadn't seen you in years, like a lover away at war. “Baby, we’re- Oh. we’re having a baby, a- a baby!” You had never seen him this happy before. “We’re having a baby,” you confirm, and he kisses you again, and again, and again. Youre surprised his lips werent chapped from how many times he kissed you.

“When did you find out?” Matthew asks as his hand instinctively lands on your stomach, gently rubbing the bump-less flesh. “Today, just before you got home. I was scared, but I couldn't wait to tell you,” you explain. He kisses your cheeks, then your forehead. “Oh, love. There was no reason to be scared. I Love you and I will love you until I’m dead and when this earth ceases to exist. And I love our baby, even if they aren't here yet. If they're even an ounce similar to you, I will love them forever.”

You knew Matthew was the romantic type, but you had never seen him like this. You knew he was going to be a great father, and you couldn’t wait a minute more.

#fanfiction #matthew gray gubler #matthew gray gubler fanfiction #matthew gray gubler imagine #mgg x reader #mgg imagine #mgg x y/n #matthew gray gubler x reader

[calseb]

someone write a fluffy fic about going to a pumpkin patch with matthew 🥹😭

#i need him #he’s so boyfriend #mgg #matthew gray gubler imagine #matthew gray gubler

[eideticmemory]

STRANGERS | MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER

This is not a thing.

Word Count: 2k.

Warning/Includes: Porn, duh, hello?? Situationships, a bit of angst if you squint.

This…thing…you and Matthew have got going on, it’s not serious. It’s not tangible. It’s not even all that real. Okay, yes, when he’s not around, you remember the color of his eyes and how the center of his chest smells, but that doesn’t mean that this is a…thing. This is about convenience. This is about comfortability. Matthew slipped into your life pretty easily and he, himself, is pretty easy. He’s low maintenance. For the most part, he’s cool. He’s okay. He’s nice when you’re not arguing for fun. When you want food delivered at midnight, he sends you money. He’s a nice kisser and he can pretty much have sex with you when he wants. It’s quite mutualistic. Everybody wins, but it’s not a thing. He’s not something you have to worry about, and frankly, you don’t. But when you’re in that bubble, with him, with dim lighting and low inhibitions, you tend to say things you don’t mean.

And he knows that. He’s low maintenance and compliant, but he’s still a man and he’s still annoying and just a tad bit manipulative. He knows that, too. He wears those shirts with the open collars and always puts his sweaty hands on your thighs. He never asks for sex but his voice changes in pitch when he’s horny and you often end up kissing him just to shut him up. This opens the door. His hands go higher on your thighs and under your shirt, your brain starts shutting down because suddenly he’s crawling on top of you and all you can smell is the center of his chest. His breathing is heavy between kisses and he plants these soft pecks along your cheekbones, his nails digging into your waist.

He lifts up your shirt and says, “Let’s take this off, hm?” and he doesn’t pull it over your head until you nod. Then he’s tossing your shirt on the floor and kissing your neck. Your body starts to melt and your hands find their way under his shirt, on his waist, pulling him closer. His mouth is hot on your shoulder and then your sternum and then your breasts and he sinks his teeth into you real fast.

“Ah, ow,” you wince.

“You’re fine,” Matthew says, and you’re caught between his teeth and there’s not much you can do.

He undoes your pants and pulls them down your legs and as he leans back in, you stop him, with your hands flat against his chest. You push his shirt up his stomach, help him get it over his head. You like having your legs hooked over his bare shoulders and you’d never say it, but there’s something about the skin on skin. The way you can feel his arms wrapped around your thighs. The way he eats your pussy so gently, rubbing his thumb on your hip bone, his palm on your stomach. It’s overstimulating, but in a really nice way. Like your brain can’t comprehend all the different places you’re being touched, like it’s just being flooded with hundreds of thousands of billions of major feel good chemicals. But this is not a thing.

Everything feels kind of hazy. You twirl his hair around your finger and move your hips just a little bit, pushing his face between your thighs. He loves that. He hums against you and his eyes roll back and he laps at me like a dog. He slides his fingers into you and you gasp, groan, pull at his hair. He kisses the inside of your thighs, bites the thin skin, bruises it, with his fingers knuckle deep inside of you. His other hand is holding yours and for some reason, your brain just keeps going: Oh, he loves me, he loves me, he loooooooves me. But this is not a thing.

He sucks on your clit and your body twitches. You try not to pull on him too hard. He keeps your legs open for you because you’re getting tense and it’s getting hard for you to do on your own. His face is getting soaked but it doesn’t seem to bother him, he just wants to make you come and you don’t think you’re making it easy for him but he’s a very determined man. He pushes his fingers a little harder, a little deeper. Spits on your pussy and works his tongue on it in just the right spot. You tighten around his fingers and your back lifts off the bed and you weren’t loud before, but you are now. You have to release all the air trapped inside of you and Matthew just keeps finger fucking you so your body doesn’t have much time to process and so you’re shaking and crumbling and moaning until you go limp on the bed.

Matthew puts himself between your legs and whispers in your ear, “You’ve gotta stop holding it in like that.” Then he puts his fingers in your mouth and you lick them clean and then you do the same thing to his mouth. The smell of you is all over his face and you felt like you just marked your territory. Yours. But this is not a thing.

You unbutton his pants and he kicks them off and you grumble, “Mm, these too,” and push his underwear down. You’re basking in the skin on skin contact, but this is not a thing. You feel warm and safe and very sheltered and you just keep kissing him. Open mouth, heavy breathing, loud, smacky kissing. But this is not a thing.

When he finds his way inside of you, he’s gasping like you’re sucking the life out of him. You hold onto his biceps really tight and he nuzzles his nose against yours. He started moving his hips in this steady rhythm, moaning in your ear and kissing your jaw. You can feel the muscle flex and relax under his skin. He gives you a sloppy kiss and not much time before he starts pounding into you, moaning in your ear, his hands all over your face, tangling up in the hair on top of your head. Your voice explodes into this jumbled mess of loud whimpers and incoherent words and Matthew’s smirking, whispering, “Yeah? Hm?” and it’s taunting because air gets trapped in your throat.

You rake your nails down his back and he pushes into you harder, his breath shaky and unhinged. He catches your mouth on his, pushes his tongue past your lips until you can taste his spit in your mouth. His thumbs brush against your cheekbones and your eyes flutter open. He smiles at you and kisses your nose, but this is not a thing. He kisses your jaw and whispers, “Tell me you belong to me,” and he punctuates it with a roll of his hips to make you cry out. “Say it.”

And as you stare into his eyes, you tremble, “I-I belong to you,” but this is not a thing.

“Again.”

“I belong to you.”

Matthew runs his finger along your bottom lip and grins and says, “Yes you do,” and suddenly he’s fucking you harder and faster and he’s trying to scramble your brain. It’s working.

Your arms are wrapped around his waist and you’re whining into his neck and listening to him drone on and on about your body and things it does for him. “God, you make me feel so good, baby. You’re perfect, just so perfect.”

He nibbles on your ear and kisses your lips and says, “Now tell me you love me.” And now his hand is around your throat and his dick is in your guts and he’s staring at you so you can’t get away. “Say it.”

This is not a thing. This is not a thing. “I love you,” comes out in the tiniest, smallest whisper. Matthew pounds his hips against yours and commands, “Louder.” Your breath catches in your throat and you just want to come, but he’s a man of trade and you don’t have much dignity left.

“I-I love you, fuck,” you grab a fistful of his hair, holding him close as he kisses your neck. You reach down to touch yourself and your eyes cross over one another. He’s not asking anymore but he’s pinning your legs back, pushing your knees into your chest and saying your name and you mumble under your breath, “Oh, I love you, I love you, I love you,” and he’s laughing. He thinks it’s funny.

He takes your jaw in his hand and gives you a kiss and your groan is muffled by his mouth. The sweat on his chest is sticking to yours and your moans pick up in volume and pace, constant gasps to take in air just to spit it back out in some inhuman noise. And eventually he becomes this blur of weight and deep groans and a force between your legs that radiates through your entire body. You’re so focused, eyes screwed shut, and catering to that little bubble in your stomach that is bound to destroy you at any given moment.

Your nails break the skin on his back and he grunts, kisses you, holds your face and says, “Let me see your eyes.” And though your eyelids are heavy, you can see him in a fuzzy glow.

And as your moans get chopped up into shuddering outbursts, your thighs tighten around his body, and your hand gets slippery and quick against your clit, you cannot stop looking at him. He cannot stop looking at you. He feels all the power seeping out of you and absorbs it through his skin, like it’s charging him, building this intense momentum in his hips. “You’re so pretty,” he says. “Why are you so pretty?” And in a sudden and impulsive movement, you clasp your hand over his mouth and out of you comes this long, loud, earth quaking groan. He opens his mouth to laugh, take two of your fingers between his lips and bites down on them. You look him in the eyes while you come, but this is not a thing.

You try to sit yourself up, try to give yourself a break, a moment, and Matthew collapses on top of you. He has you pinned down underneath his body, his elbows on either side of your head and his hands resting on the top of your skull. “You can take it,” he says. “Don’t act like you can’t.” Your body will not stop shaking, but it’s an ego boost for him, and it only provokes him to keep fucking you.

“S-so close,” he stutters. His voice is soft against your ear, “So, so close.”

The bass in his throat rattles around in your head and your arms are locked around him and you don’t want to let him go. “Oh, fuck, yes, baby. Yes, yes, yes,” he moans. He gives you a quick kisses and pulls out of you so he can jerk himself off all over your stomach. Some of it gets in your hair and you drop your jaw in shock just to feel some of it land on your bottom lip. Matthew laughs, the sweet sound mixed in with dirty noises and weezy breathing.

When he crashes down beside you, you won’t make eye contact and you wipe yourself off with the blanket. You pull it over your body and he looks over at you, “You okay?”

“I didn’t mean any of that,” you tell him.

And he kind of smiles and pulls you close, letting your head rest on his chest. He gives you a kiss on top of your head, “I know.”

You trace your fingertips over his ribcage, watch his stomach twitch from the stimulation. You sigh, “Can you say it back?”

Matthew shrugs, “Maybe one of these days.”

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[imaginesbymonika]

Crush

Part 1 out of ???

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader

Plot: There is nothing quite like realizing you're in love with your best friend when it's too late right?

Warnings: mentions of death, angst, will there be fluff in the future?? idk, find out 😏

It was supposed to be a simple mission. Locate the Unsub, take him down, and then be at home at around nine. This wasn't supposed to happen. Or at least not in this way. After all, Y/N had always understood that she would probably die in this kind of way. Obviously, it wasn't ideal but then again this job wasn't one to make compromises. Was this a strange thing to say about her own death? She has no idea.

Her gaze lingers on the ceiling above her, and the young woman can't help but attempt to count the small cracks in the stone. Someone was calling her name, but it was so far away that for a second she didn't even believe that it was real.

People always ask her 'what is it like to…', you know, get shot, or get run over by a getaway car. And she never knew what to say, and maybe that's the only right response. Maybe some things aren't supposed to feel like other things.

"Y/N!", Spencer calls out again, and usually she would make fun of his little voice cracks. A frail chuckle escapes her lips. She doesn't know where the pain in her body is located, it seems to be everywhere and nowhere at the same time, but she knows that she loves to make fun of Spencer.

Y/N slowly turns her head in his direction, god, everything is suddenly so blurry. It takes her a few seconds, but once her eyes manage to focus on him a gentle smile forms on her lips.

"Spence.", she whispers. Her beautiful boy. So many people have said that he looks like a model. Someone straight out of Vogue or Elle, but to her, he simply looks like…Spencer. She doesn't think that he is supposed to be compared to anything, after all, nothing could truly correspond. How can someone be so handsome? Maybe, just maybe if she had more time she would ask him. But for now, she's happy that she can take one final look at him.

The world around her turns dark and she exhales one final time.

#mgg #matthew gray gubler x reader #matthew gray gubler imagine #matthew gray gubler fluff #matthew gray gubler #spencer reid #mgg x reader #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid angst #spencer #reid angst #criminal minds angst #angst #Spotify

[softtdaisy]

NEVER FORGOTTEN - SPENCER REID

DESCRIPTION I Spencer misses you. Spencer hates you. But Spencer will save you, even after you broke his heart.

PAIRING I Spencer Reid x fem!reader

WORD COUNT I 2,3k

A/N I Apparently my Spencer obsession is back stronger than ever so I finally decided to write for my baby. I hope you will love this one!

There wasn’t a day Spencer Reid wasn’t thinking about you.

Everything at the BAU reminding him of you.

When he sat at this deck, he would remember how you would be sitting at your own right in front of him. Anytime he was looking up, you would be there. Sometimes you would smile even if you didn’t look up. You could feel his look and gave him comfort naturally.

When he was picking up his coffee, he would remember how you were always offering him one. There wasn’t a time when you took one that you didn’t bring him one too. It was so obvious from your first day, it lasted until you left.

When he was with team, talking about the new case, he would remember how you would sit next to him. And how you used to put a hand on his arm or thigh because of the atrocity of the case. He hated physical contact. But he loved knowing you find comfort just by touching him.

It was even worse at home. He wished he could find a way to erase all his memories so he would think about your presence in every single corner of his apartment. He could feel you everywhere. But you weren’t there anymore.

You and Spencer weren’t technically dating. Being members of the same team, you knew it would only cause problems to be a couple. And you knew how Hotch felt about love in the team.

But it was too difficult to stay apart. From the first day at the BAU, you found comfort in each other. Maybe it was the way he could explain everything in the world, how he would talk nonstop when he got stressed and somehow it managed to calm yours, how he would smile at you anytime you looked at him. Maybe it was the way you were always listening to Spencer when anyone lost track, how you made him feel seen when the team was talking over him, how you made him love physical contact by holding his hand anytime he needed to.

So, you were seeing each other, a lot. You were driving him to work, eating together, spending time together, making love to each other. It became too obvious that the attraction was huge between you. And you both thought there was nothing wrong in having fun. With all the terrible things you were dealing with every single day, you needed love. And you were both ready to give it to each other.

You knew things started to get more difficult when you started to fall asleep in Spencer’s arms. You found the most comfort when you put your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeats, while he was caressing your back with his fingertips, telling you stories about historic people with a raspy voice after moaning so hard a few minutes before. You didn’t want to stop. But you knew you were getting used to it.

And one day, kissing and having sex were not enough anymore.

It was a Sunday afternoon. You stayed at Spencer’s appartement after spending the night with him. And you were working on the last case you got, since you to gave your report tomorrow morning. When Spencer showed up in front of him. You could tell he was anxious; with the way he was playing with his fingers. You looked up, frowning and met his distant eyes. “Yes, Spence?”

“I…would you like to go out for dinner with me?”

“I’d rather not.” You said with a low voice, almost too ashamed to speak your mind. You saw Spencer frowning, turning away before coming back to you. “Why?”

You sighed and got up. You already hated this conversation. “It’s not that I don’t want to Spence, I’d love to. But if we start having dates, we will get used to it. And after dates, it’s dating, and we know we can’t. I don’t want to get attached to you.”

“You’re not attached to me, right now?”

“That’s not what I’m saying!” you grabbed his face between your hands. You hated that Spencer probably felt unloved right now. “I lo…like you more than I should, already. But we agreed that a relationship is not a good thing for us.”

You noticed the tears growing in his eyes and you wanted to punch yourself for making your favorite person sad. God, you hated that stupid situation. “We could make this work…”

“No, Spencer. You know why? Because if you’re in danger and…I don’t know, two members of the team are too. I would choose you. If they are three, I would choose you. If a whole family is in a danger, I would. Chose. You. Because I would never forgive myself for letting the boy that I love die. I can’t think properly if love is involved. If you’re involved!”

You said it. You didn’t even notice you said it. Not until Spencer’s eyes grew bigger.

It was too late.

You quickly walked away, leaving Spencer alone in his living room while you were getting dressed and collecting all your stuff. You had to leave. Now. If love was involved, everything was getting worse and you couldn’t risk either your career or Spencer’s for…such a stupid feeling.

When you left the bedroom, Spencer was still standing in the living room, confused. He looked at you, feeling your presence in his back. All you managed to say was sorry.

It was the last word you told him before leaving him.

Before leaving the BAU.

Before changing him.

When he understood you left for good, Spencer started to hate you. That was how he realized he loved you, first. He kept telling everyone that the team was better without you, anyway. He kept saying you were a bad person, and nobody should miss you. Which was ironic since you were the only person on his mind.

Spencer was confused between wanting to see you again, because he still had feelings for you. And never wanting to see you ever again. Because he hated you, too.

And life choose for him.

Spencer was late to the team meeting. He was breathless when he opened the door and kept apologizing until he finally sat. But he could feel everyone’s look on him. “Why you’re all looking at me like that?” he asked, frowning. Sure, he was never late. But everyone has been in the team so it shouldn’t be a mistake.

“Look, Spencer, you don’t have to be part of this case, we understand if…”

He heard the first words. He lost track when he saw your face on the screen. Your beautiful face he was used to see every single day. Those gorgeous eyes that were giving him so much comfort in the past. That amazing smile that was making him feel loved. All here, in front of him. Because you were missing.

After the BAU, you started working for another agency and from what everyone’s heard, you were good at your job. So good that apparently, someone wanted to make you pay. You’ve been missing for almost a week now. And for the first time in weeks, Spencer didn’t feel any hate towards you. He felt sad. Because he might have lost you for good.

It took the team hours and a sleepless night to finally find a lead on where you might be. You helped framed a criminal the past month and the sister’s seemed to hate you. Hate messages, pictured near your apartment…

And they were right.

Spencer asked to come alone. He wanted to deal with her by himself. If she was really the woman who wanted to kill you, then he wanted to be the one to arrest her. She opened the door a few seconds after he rang the bell. She looked young and broken. He couldn’t imagine the pain of losing her brother. But he could imagine the hate and the need to avenge him.

“I know you.” She said with a harsh voice. She probably noticed the confusion on his face. “When she took him, her phone turned on. She had on you as her lock screen. I can recognize a face immediately. You’re her boyfriend.” He hated how she was never using your name. Like you were just a her someone she hated so much that you didn’t deserve a name.

But he kept thinking to what she said. How could you have him as your lock screen? The case was only a month ago and you’ve been away for a year now. “Because I would never forgive myself for letting the boy that I love die.” You said the last time you saw him. The boy that I love. Maybe you were still loving him.

“How can you love such an awful person?” She told Spencer. He knew it was the perfect occasion to deal with that woman. If she hated you that much, he just had to let her believe he hated you just as much. Spencer you knew it.

He would find you.

“I don’t love her.” He simply said. Trying to be as neutral as possible. “She probably keeps on her phone to remind herself of what she lost.” The worst part was that it was probably the truth. He knew you. You loved torture yourself with those kinds of things. And you truly loved him, then you probably were angry with yourself for letting him go.

“She deserves to die.” It felt like a punch in the stomach for Spencer to hear that. No, she doesn’t, please don’t kill her. He wanted to say. But he couldn’t. So he bit his lips a single second before answering.

“Yes, she does.”

She invited him inside. Just like that. Because she believed a hateful ex-boyfriend was a good accomplice.

Thankfully, the team was outside and listening to everything that was going on.

He was ready to see you. But he could never have imagined he would find you like that. Tied to a chair, your hair being a mess and your face covered in bruised. You were in a bad shape. Have you been there the whole week? You still haven’t seen him. The woman walked to your back and held you by your hair, putting your face in the light and making Spencer want to throw up. “Doesn’t she look beautiful?”

He read the confusion your face, having no idea who she was talking to. Until Spencer took a few steps and appeared in your vision. “I still haven’t decided how and when I want to kill her, so if you want to settle accounts with her, it’s your time big boy.” She was standing there, waiting for Spencer to do something. But he couldn’t move. You looked so fragile like this. That wasn’t fair. That was…hell.

“Do you mind leaving us alone for a minute?” He used a serious tone, to make him sound more hateful that he was. All the hate he had, disappeared the moment he understood what was going on. The woman hesitated and he really thought she would be smart enough to refuse. But she walked to the door. “Let’s say two. I want to see her bleed.” She winked at him and he controlled himself to not punch her.

Once the door closed, he ran to you. “Oh my god [y/n], what happened?” he was looking for a way to cut the rope when you managed to rub your nose against his hair.

“Don’t put yourself in danger for me Spence…” your voice was weak. He couldn’t imagine the hell you’ve been through these past days. You were ready to let him punch you and leave so he wouldn’t have to suffer like you. You accepted your fate; he could see that in your eyes. And it was probably more hurtful than seeing you bruised like that.

“I won’t forgive myself for letting the girl that I love die, is that right?” He saw the sparks in your eyes when he said the word that broke everything between you the last time. “Now, let me work.” He gave you a simple kiss in the hair before finally cutting those ropes. He lost a lot of time doing this but his plan was going to work.

It had to.

When the woman came back, you weren’t in the chair anymore. And Spencer was nowhere to be seen. She only the had to scream before he put her on the floor. “I think I forgot to say that earlier, but I’m an FBI agent.” She tried to struggle but Spencer still managed to arrest her. And the team arrived just a few seconds after that. Meaning they could take care of her, while he took care of you.

You were hiding behind a wardrobe the whole time. When the team started to take her out, you finally went to Spencer. You didn’t ask for anything but ran to his arms and started to cry. “I kept thinking about, hoping you would come and find me, and I know I broke your heart last year so every time I started to get hopes, a voice in my head was telling me that you wouldn’t do that and…” Spencer stopped you when you took your head between his hands.

“Even if I hated you, I would never leave you.” He was brushing your bruised cheeks with his fingers. And like some kind of magic, or maybe it was the love he had for you, but the contact against your wound didn’t hurt. It even made you feel better. “I didn’t always have the best thoughts about you, but I never stopped thinking about you.”

Spencer wished he’d found a better way to have you back. He wished he had fought for you back then so you wouldn’t have lost a whole year. He wished he had found a way to make you stay, so you wouldn’t have been in danger.

He wished a lot of things. But his biggest one came true today.  Because you were back in his life.

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[misterymgg]

hello mgg fandom on tumblr! decided to join here to find mgg/reid fanfiction. i write a lot and i am really shy about my writing but i would like to know if anyone would like for me to post some of the fics?

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[mggpleasedontlookhere]

a glimpse of maybe

summary: spencer never really got over maeve - no one can truly forget their first love... that doesn’t stop his best friend, y/n, from trying. 

word count: 1,464                                                                                        reading time aprox: 6 mins

warnings: themes of unrequited love, angst (my specialty)

a/n: first fic back! This can be read by anybody - no specificity in features, gender, etc. Please let me know if I’ve made any errors regarding this. 

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Jealousy is described as a white hot anger that burns behind your eyelids, paralyzes every muscle, and turns you as green as a swamp. Well, whoever said that must have been a complete idiot… or a lucky fool who has never experienced the depth of longing for someone you can’t have. 

Instead, coldness surrounds you and bites at your veins with ferocity. What they don’t tell you about is the constant emptiness that fills you whenever he looks behind your eyes to try and get a glimpse of her - if there even is one. 

Spencer disguised his grief well; longing stares that I believed were for me, but in truth, were the remnants of her. When he started to reach for my hands and suggested we hang out more, I should’ve known then. Maybe it’s partly my fault - maybe I fell in love with the idea of a blissful tragedy that was bound to happen. 

-

“Spencer, may I remind you that I’m the one with the PhD in Chemistry here. Don’t try to tell me about my own dissertation…” Spencer takes his bottom lip under his teeth with a sly smile, a subtle tell that he was about to protest. “...and just because I technically haven’t received physical proof of my degree, doesn’t mean I’m any less knowledgeable than you, Mr. 187 IQ.” 

He shrugged his shoulders and immediately raised his hands in defense. “I never said that,” he argued while I stared at him pointedly. “I’ll just take my three PhDs elsewhere–” 

“Here we go again with your smart-ass attitude,” I scoffed playfully, burying the smile behind my unimpressed visage as he took pleasure in making me laugh - a ghost of a satisfied and happy glint in his irises. I haven’t seen him so… normal until now. 

A butterfly stretches its wings inside my stomach as Spencer begins to regain a youthful color to his skin. A comfortable silence washes over us as our laughter dies down into nothing but warm glances shared between us. A much too familiar bubble swells in my chest and engulfs the space in my lungs, preventing air from reaching it. 

One. Two. Three new freckles strayed from the top of his eyebrows to the tip of his slightly tanned nose. The amount of times I’ve told this persistent man to put on some sunscreen is incredulous - I can already see the breaking of DNA from the abundance of UV exposure. 

At least he’s getting more sun - he’s going out more. That’s good. Yes… it’s good. You know what’s not good though? Skin cancer. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Spencer broke me out of my trance, throwing an old crumpled up post-it note at my face. 

He really needs to start cleaning up this place. His living room had turned into Oxford’s long lost library archive or a Barnes and Nobles’ recycling dump. Spencer hasn’t really fixed up the place since… 

I make a mental note to help Spencer spruce up the place once he’s ready - and to get him some SPF 1000 while I’m at it. What are best friends for? 

“I was actually just thinking about how much you must be begging for skin cancer,” I teased, taking the crumpled up note and setting it on the side table to cast to the garbage, later on. “But of course, maybe that’s something your three PhDs can defend you from too.” 

“Who’s the smart-ass now, Y/N?” 

“You’re right… we can’t have two smart-asses now, can we?” I sighed, relaxing further into the loveseat I sat in, tracing the stitching that lined the leather material. “Is that offer of you taking your business elsewhere still up?” 

Tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek, he leaned forward with a cheshire smile and a look that was out-of-character for him. “Is that what you really want, Y/N? Cause half of my business practically includes you in it,” he admits. 

I suppressed the blush that was threatening to bloom on my cheeks. Averting my attention from his prying gaze. “I get it, Spencer. I’m the most interesting part of your life,” I half-heartedly joked; a part of me longing for it to be true. 

His lips quirked at my quick response, that bright glow in his eyes making another appearance.

Maybe this time, it can be true. 

“You look good like that, Spencer,” I commented with underlying hesitance. 

“Like what?” 

“...happy. Like you're happy.” 

‘I love seeing you happy… happy with me’ was what I really wanted to tell him. 

“I am happy,” his eyes subtly trail down from my eyes, to my nose, and finally, to my lips. “I feel nothing else whenever I’m with you.” 

My lips parted slightly in desperate need for air. In that moment, the mess of the room was gone, the sunscreen forgotten, and the mental barrier lifted. Heat swirled in my stomach and crept up my throat. The butterflies raced inside me with grace, leaving me lightheaded in the moment. 

“You’re only saying that because I’m the only one sane enough to keep hanging around you.” I attempt to brush off his suggestive tone, fearful of mistaking it for genuine interest. I tucked my hair behind my ears, grounding myself back to bleak reality. 

“You know for someone who’s almost has their PhD–” 

“–does have.” I interrupt. 

“...who DOES HAVE their PhD, you’d think you’d figure out to stay away from a guy who can only handle one person in their vicinity. What if I was a psychopath?” 

“I never said you weren’t,” I cut in. 

“Smart-ass.”

“Such a smart-ass,” we retorted simultaneously. 

We broke out into a gleeful fit of laughter, amused at our telepathic nature. The bubble in my lungs only continued to grow, only this time I wasn’t suffocating. I guess living for the hope of it all was enough to feel this way. It was then I decided that maybe the wanting was enough. 

I wish you were my smart-ass. Mine.

“You’ve always known what to say, Y/N,” he teased with a doting tone. 

I didn’t bother to hold back the loving grin that graced my lips and the admiration that poured out of me because in that moment it felt like he was mine to lose - and only mine to love. 

“I love when you smile like that - your dimple shows up just at the surface of your right cheek. That’s how I know I’ve really made you happy.” He presses into his own cheek, leaving a temporary impression of his finger. Something deeper settles into his eyes as his smile cracks subtly. “...Maeve had the same indent on her left cheek - one of her prettiest quirks.” 

And just like that, reality sets in. 

He may have been mine from the start… but I never really was his, was I? 

All at once, that warm bubble shriveled into nothing but a cold and sharp cacophony of hope that had been stricken down. My esophagus constricted around the razor-sharp words threatening to slip by my lips - a stinging sensation imprinting itself on the walls of my chest. 

I lost all focus, swimming around desperately in the concaves of my mind for some sort of solace. My mental attempts bore fruitless to the sharks, that were his words, endlessly tailing me. The emptiness and despair threw my body into an indescribable numbness - a contrast from the searing wetness that hid behind my eyelids. 

…silence.

All my impulses, insecurities, and irrationality formed into one, throwing away all sense of decorum and decency. I bit my tongue, immersing myself in the taste of iron to distract myself from the unpleasant thoughts. 

Why would you say that, Spencer? 

I wanted to scream, claw, and fight. I wanted to feel anything - anything else but this. 

Why is it never me?

But I also wanted to bring Maeve back. I wanted Spencer to truly be happy again. Not just for a moment of happiness… of love. 

Am I too hard to want (like the way I want you)?

Sometimes I wish I can turn you back into a stranger, Spencer. Only then I wouldn’t be yours just to hurt. But you were right though… I never want you elsewhere. I want you here, a blissful wound that I will willingly carry any day just to get a glimpse of ‘maybe.’ 

But I didn’t dare to say those words, not to him - never to him. My tears retreated back into their sockets as I embraced the numbness that came with reality. I flicked the post-it back into the expanding mess in the room, where it knows its place. 

“...of course, Spencer. I feel nothing else when I’m with you.” 

-

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[michelle-is-writing]

Tired, Spencer Reid

Word Count: 800~

A case that takes more than a week to solve usually tires Spencer out to the point that he's zoning in and out of sleep as he enters the apartment. This case was no different. In fact, he was so tired out from everything that the first thing he did was plop down on the couch after dropping his bags by the door. Usually, he'll take them to the bedroom and unpack, and usually, he won't start falling asleep two seconds after pushing his face into my lap either.

Moving the book in my hands over to the side, I peer down at him and smile with an eyebrow raised. "Tired much?" I joke with him, taking a hand away from my book and placing it on top of Spencer's fluffy hair. He tiredly groans in response to my words before turning his face up to greet mine, only to be blocked by the book in my hands.

"I see you've begun reading from my side of the bookshelf," He notes with an exhausted smile. My smile brightens as I look back at the printed words of the many poets and writers during the transcendentalism era. "It fell when I was dusting earlier, and I've always enjoyed poems and short stories, so I decided I would read it," I explain, placing a finger in the book so I don't lose my place.

Planting his face back into my lap, Spencer speaks up. "How far have you gotten?" He asks, his voice muffled by my legs. I look back at the unread page in my hands and look for my previous spot.

"Currently, I'm in the middle of The Birthmark by Nathanael Hawthorne," I answer. "Do you want me to read it to you?" I question him, smiling as I comb my fingers through his hair.

"I would love that," He tells me, his eyes closing soon after. As soon as I see him do this, I just know he's going to fall asleep within a few seconds. Nonetheless, I still begin reading it to him, trying to make him stay awake for just a bit longer by keeping my voice slightly raised.

"Such a union took place and was attended with truly remark- Spencer?" Not even ten seconds pass after I begin reading that Spencer's snores start overriding my voice. Looking down at him, I hold back a laugh before nudging his shoulder. "Spencer?" I say his name. "Spencer...?" I repeat myself, drawing on his name until I see him lightly jolt and wake up.

"Did you already finish?" He asks, his voice already groggy. This time, I don't hold back my amused laughter and watch as the messy-haired goofball stares at me, confused.

"Baby," I begin. "I barely even started before you fell asleep," I inform him, his eyebrows furrowing in even more confusion. Upon realizing it's the truth, he sighs before replanting his head back onto my lap.

"I'm sorry..." he apologizes, reaching a hand up to rest on my knee. He runs his thumb against the soft material of my pajama pants before eventually stopping, growing tired even with that.

"It's okay, sweetie," I assure Spencer, placing his book beside me on the couch before moving to stand up. Taking his hands into mine, I pull him up with me, causing his sluggish body to slump against me. However, Spencer quickly takes this chance to wrap his arms around me and hold me closer to him as he gently sways us in his hold. For a few moments, I savor his touch until the thought occurs to me that if he falls asleep and goes down, I'm going down with him.

"Spencer, honey, let's get you to bed," I murmur to him, receiving a small nod against my neck in response. Still, it takes a few seconds for Spencer to pull his face away from my neck and part from my embrace, showing me Spencer was probably enjoying our embrace like me as well.

After walking to our shared room with Spencer nearly stumbling behind me, I help him change out of his work clothes and into just his boxers before turning to grab him his pajamas. However, before I can grab anything, I feel Spencer wrap his arms around me from behind. "Honey, let me grab your pajamas," I tell him with a small laugh as he almost whines.

"I'm okay, baby," He murmurs as he nuzzles his face into my neck like earlier. "Let's just get to bed," he adds. I can't help but simply nod at his words before turning and walking us over to our bed. As I pull the bed covers over, I feel Spencer begin to place light kisses down my neck. "I'll make it up to you for coming home so late~"

Shaking my head at his sudden mood change, I smirk at him before helping him lie down on our beige sheets and pulling the comforter over him despite his weak protests. "Tomorrow," I promise him, moving over to my side of the bed where I lie next to him. Without a second to spare, I feel myself become trapped in Spencer's arms just as he succumbs to a deep slumber. Spencer's soft snores from earlier return within seconds, making me slightly laugh to myself. He's so tired, it's like he's drunk - hence the sudden want for intimacy. I think I'll have a talk with Hotch tomorrow; he needs to stop sending my boyfriend home half-asleep and unsupervised.

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[hornyramostan]

I want to kiss every inch of his body

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[matthew-gray-gublers-babygirl]

NSFW ALPHABET - MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER

• Based around fem!reader!!! I tried to make most of them gender neutral when they are based around just Matthew, but when a partner is mention female anatomy is used. Please let me know if you enjoyed this or agree with my HCs!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Depends! If he’s too tired afterwards, probably after a few rounds and back in the 2000s when he was less experienced, he would probably just lay and cuddle you while he took his time regaining his stamina. On the other hand, as his stamina grew and he wasn’t completed fucked afterwards, he’d grab you both a glass of water to take a couple sips from and clean eachother up a bit if he had finished somewhere on you or his fingers and face were sticky with your liquid.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favourite body part about himself is probably his torso/upper body area because it allows him to wrap his arms around you and hold you close. His favourite body part on you varies, but that’s only because it’s hard to choose just one favourite thing. He tells people your smile to keep things PG, but whenever he is on top of you he can’t help but caress and fondle your breasts, and if he’s feeling a little cheeky, he’ll stare at your butt when you wear bootie shorts.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves to cum inside you, of course, just because the action feels so intimate, but he won’t object to pulling out and finishing on your pussy or stomach to see how it lays on your soft skin. Not to mention, he can’t get enough of your cum; the taste, the consistency between his fingers.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wouldn’t want to admit it, but he masurbates often. He loves to jerk his hips up into his hand and whimper your name when you’re apart.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I doubt he’s experienced. He’s not the type to have casual hook-ups, so his list of lovers is probably short, but quantity ≠ quality.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Touch decision between cowgirl and missionary. Depending on his mood, if he’s feeling a little submissive he’ll just lay there and let you take control, then gripping your hips roughly as he got closer and closer. When he likes missionary, he burrows his face in the crook of your neck, breathing heavily as he thrusts into you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

If it’s a morning quickie, he’ll be all giggly as you take off your pjs and make out, then feeling very flustered afterwards because he’s embarrassed. Similarly, he loves to tease you which always tugs a smirk to his lips because he can’t take himself seriously.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Trimmed but not hairless, which is mainly for comfort. But if you asked him to shave closer to the skin he would without hesitation.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He considers sex to be incredibly intimate. He’ll often whisper soft I love you’s as he makes love to you and always praising you. He want’s you all to himself. He prides himself knowing that you are exclusive.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Similar to Dirty Secret, he tends to only do it in bed at night, sometimes in the shower. He loves it when you give him a hand job, though. 1000% percent better, because when he does it to himself he always pretends it’s your hand.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

His kinks and desires fluctuate over the years, but he’s always loved praising. Either praises from you when you’re touching him which make him finish so fast, or he’s whispering them in your ear, making you shiver.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your bed is always the first option. Considering how tall he is, it’s usually the most comfortable location. But, if you’re feeling frisky, you’ll ride him on the couch or he’ll take you against the wall in the shower, which always gives him a little pep in his step from the adrenaline.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The tiniest thing can make him horny. You can simply be walking around in a big sleep shirt (better if it’s one of his t-shirts), just panties underneath and the very bottom of your butt is peeking from underneath, he can’t help but give it a little squeeze or coming up behind you, pushing his erection against you which immediately lets you know he’s in the mood.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Dominance that borderlines BDSM. He’ll ocasionally ask for your hands to wrap around his neck but never constricting his air in a serious way. He could never imagine hitting you during, and if you had done so he would be confused. why did they hit me? am i doing something wrong?

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Munch! If he had to choose between giving or receiving, he would always pick to give it. Of course, he can’t get enough of your lips wrapped around his cock, your tongue teasing him, but nothing matches being able to devour you completely and drink you dry.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on the occasion. If you’re celebrating an anniversary or just some tired sex after work, he’ll be slow and gentle, whispering and kissing you as he lets our quiet whimpers and groans. But if he’s been missing you all day, having to distract himself with something so he doesn’t drown in daydreams of your body, the second he’s home alone with you he’ll climb on top of you, burrying his face in your neck as he thrusts into you in long movements, pulling out until only his tip remains then pushing back into you, causing the bed to shake.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He would choose a long night of love making over a quickie, but he would never object. He prefers for them to be at home just out of comfort, either on the kitchen counter or his reading chair.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s very open minded in all senses, especially in bed. If you suggest you try a new toy, he’ll use it as many ways as he can think. For example, when you are experimenting with vibrators together, he’s a little worried to try it on his tip at first because the loud vibration sound is intimidating, but once you did he came so fast, withering right underneath you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Similarly to Aftercare, it depends on his experience. In the 2000s when he was more scrawny, he probably doesn’t last too long and can only endure 1-2 rounds when. But as his endurance grew he could handle 2-4 orgasm a night. This varies depending if you’re experimenting.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

When he’s single, he probably doesn’t own any. But once he’s in a relationship and comfortable enough, he would find it interesting to go to a sex shop and pick out toys with you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to compliment your body and make you blush. He’ll act tough when he’s teasing you verbally, but as soon as you drag him to your bedroom that game is over and he’s begging.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not too loud but is very vocal, always breathing heavy and whimpering, and as he gets closer to cumming the moans come out.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Goes crazyyyy for fingering. He loves watching his fingers moving in and out of your pussy (not more than watching his cock disappear inside you). He especially loves watching your wither and squirm just from something simple as his fingers, then tasting your arousal after he brings you to orgasm.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Toned, of course. But as we head south, his length is average, 6-7 inches, his tip a pretty pink colour. He’s always self conscious about his size and claims that he’s small, but you always reassure him that it’s perfect for you and you tell him how good his cock feels, which always ends up to a quickie or another round.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Average to above average. He’s almost always open to being intimate, but his sex drive varies with stress levels or if emotionally straining things happen in his life.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If you two had a long night of fucking, more than three rounds, you’ll exchange a couple soft whispers as you cuddle afterwards, just trying to recollect your breath and falling asleep in your arms. But if he’s not too fucked out he’ll lay on his side while you lay beside him on his back, letting his fingers dance over your body and chat quietly until one of you decide to speak up and say it’s time you get some sleep.

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