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the ramnefjäll - j.p

♡ summary: your boyfriend 'helps' you build your new Ikea bed frame pairing: james potter x fem!reader warnings: suggestive intimacy and comments, kissing, groping, kind of fade to black wc: 0.7k

“Honey, can you pass me the screws?” When you didn’t get a reply from James, you turned to look at him. He sat criss cross next to you on the ground, his elbow resting on his knee, chin in hand as he looked at you.

“Hmm?” 

“The screws, James.” You pointed to the small package of screws on the other side of him.

“Oh,” He grabs one, holding it out to you, but when you reach for it, he pulls it back, leaning forward with a flirty grin. “I wanna screw you, lovie.”

“Just hold the pole.” You rolled your eyes, snatching the screw from his hand. He snickers, reaching out to steady the half-built frame so you can screw it together. “Okay, what’s next?”

“What?”

“The instructions, James!” You exclaimed through laughter.

“Oh!, Sorry, sorry, ‘m just distracted by your gorgeous face, darling.” He grabs the paper manual, finding the step you were on. “Okay, next we need to put the bars in the middle of the base.”

You nodded, hunting for the right screws. You maneuver James to hold the bar up so you can screw it in.

“Woah! Careful there, lovely, you almost drilled my finger off.” He teases even though the drill had been nowhere near his finger.

“Don’t be dramatic, James. Hold it straighter.” He scoffs.

“Is this really all I am to you? A machine to prop up your poles for you?” He asks theatrically, sending a pout at you when you roll your eyes playfully.

“Shh, honey, I need to focus.” He balks, considering dropping the pole to make a point.

“Unbelievable! My own girlfriend!” You couldn’t stifle your laugh, setting the drill down as your shoulders shake.

“James, we need to finish this! I have other things I need to do today!” You exclaimed, the grin still present on your face. He grumbles something under his breath but he lets you continue screwing. Even when there’s a different type of screwing he’d rather be doing.

When you finish that, you roll the slatted bed base down over the midbeam, and just like that, you’re done. James helps you grab the mattress and settle it over the finished frame.

“Finally.” James groans, flopping onto the mattress. You stand at the edge of the bed, hands on your hips as you stare down at him. “Come on, darling, let’s test it out, shall we?” He hooks his foot between your legs, tugging you forward.

You kneel on the bed and you lean over his knee to kiss him. James pushes himself up on his elbows to meet your lips. He drops his leg to tug you forward by your waist, rolling you over onto your back.

You moaned softly when he knee pressed between your legs, your arms winding behind his neck.

“So pretty… you’re so smart, my love.” He murmurs against your lips before trailing his kisses down your collarbones, tugging at the top of your tank top. 

“Jamie… I have other chores to do.” You protested weakly, letting his kiss between the valley of your breasts.

“Do them later. You have all weekend.” James said, his hands gliding up the hem of your shirt, cupping your chest in his palms.

“I want to get them done now so I can relax the rest of the weekend.”

“Alright… but don’t you have time for just a little break?” He pulls off of your chest to look down at you.

“How little?” He grins.

“I can do ten minutes.”

“Five.”

“Seven.”

“Deal.” You smiled and he leaned back down, his lips meeting yours again. Eight and a half minutes and two orgasms later, you were laying next to each other on the bare mattress.

“Well… I think it’s a good frame. Very sturdy.” James breathed.

“Yeah…” You nodded, still catching your breath. “I think it might need some more… testing out.” You turned your head to look at him and he was already staring at you.

“I think that’s a good idea.” Safe to say, you didn’t get any other chores done that day.

a/n: just a short little drabble based on real events 🫣 I meant for it to be longer but 🤷

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does responding to an anonymous ask notify the person who sent it? because I just realized a lot of the old requests from, like, a couple months ago that I've only now started working on, are anonymous

Just wanna make sure you guys know that I am still working on asks so if you sent one a while ago, it might come out soon 🫣

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kiss it better - c.k

♡ summary: clark comes home to you at night, all battered and bruised. What happens when he doesn’t have the sun to heal him? pairing: clark kent x fem!reader warnings: mention of injuries and blood, suggestive intimacy, wound care wc: 1.0k

You sat on his lap on the couch, pressing a damp cloth over the cut on his face. His hands were on your hips, knuckles bloodied, something you’d have to tend to next.

It was kind of touching to know that even superman could get hurt sometimes. It humanized him a bit more, not that he needed that in your eyes.

“Now… don’t get me wrong, honey, I love the little spandex, but-”

“Don’t call them that.” He grumbles ignoring the butterflies he’s getting from your finger fiddling with the thigh opening of his suit. Well, maybe a little more than butterflies.

“That’s what they are.”

“Yeah, I know they’re spandex, but you don’t have to call them little.”

“Okay- anyway, they’re cute and all, but I just think-”

“Well, I don’t know if cute is the right word either.” Clark cuts you off again and you send him a glare.

“Can I just finish my sentence?” He has the decency to look sheepish as he goes silent. “I think they could stand to have a bit more… protection, no?” He hesitates a second, making sure you’re finished speaking before he answers.

“Well, the suit isn’t really where I get my armor from, it’s more that I’m superhuman and-”

“No, I understand the logistics of it all, I just think a little more safety would be nice, so things like this don’t happen.”

“But then I wouldn’t have a reason to have you on my lap.” You laughed.

“Oh Clark.” You swept his hair back from his face, smiling down at him. “You don’t need a reason for that, baby.” He grins, his hand squeezing your hip three times. I. Love. You.

“I wish I’d known that earlier.” You smiled, but it soon turned somber as you looked down, focusing on cleaning his wound.

“I just… I worry, you know? I know you’re like… invincible, but… I’m scared that one of these times, you’re just- you’re not going to-” Your voice wobbles and you cut yourself off with another sigh.

“Hey, hey…” Clark shifts, sitting up more and reaching up to hold your cheek. “It’s okay. I promise, I won’t let anything like that happen.”

“But, you can’t know that, Clark. You just can’t. What if someone gets their hands on some kryptonite, and-”

“Hey, listen to me.” His voice is firm and he holds your face in both hands, making you look in his eyes. “I’m going to be just fine. You don’t have to worry about that kind of stuff, okay?” You nod and he drops his hands, letting them intertwine with yours.

“Clark-” He leans forward, kissing you before you can say anything else. Your nose brushes against his as he tilts his head, his hands sliding down your back, grazing the skin above your pants. “I’m here. I’m right here.” He murmurs against your lips.

You pull him closer by his jaw, your teeth grazing his bottom lip. He winces when you bite down and you quickly pull back.

“Oh, shit! I’m so sorry, I completely forgot you were- are you okay?” You reach out, your thumb brushing over his bottom lip gently but he doesn’t look pained at all. He looks rather captivated, actually. By you.

“Oh, I’m fine.” He smiles. “Actually, I feel a lot better. Why didn’t you tell me you had the power to heal through kisses?” He teases and you roll your eyes through a grin.

“Stop.” You said weakly, smacking his chest. He lifts a hand to where you just hit, feigning injury.

“Agh, that hurt! I think I’m gonna need another kiss to make it better.”

“Clark!” You whined, blushing.

“Sweetheart!” He mimicked your tone.

“Have you got any cuts under this or just bruises?” You asked, dragging your nails down the front of his suit.

“How about I just show you what’s under this?” He flirts, leaning back against the arm of the couch.

“As much as I would like that,” You send him a pointed look. “It would only distract me. And I’d like to stay more concerned with your wellbeing right now, than… something else.” 

“Honey… it’s sunrise in, what, six hours?” He spares a glance at the clock. “And then I’ll have to get up and be ready for work, by which time I’ll be healed already.”

“What are you getting at?”

“I just think… the only thing that would make me feel better right now, is… you.”

“I’m right here.”

“You know what I mean.” His voice is soft, sultry even.

“Clark… just for my own peace of mind, could I just clean your hands up, please?”

He sighs. “Alright, sweetheart.” He holds one hand out to you, letting you soak the cloth in the bucket before gently going over his knuckles with it.

When you finish with one hand, you switch to the other, cleaning until the water is tinted red. Until Clark’s hands look like the hands you know again.

The hands that cook you delicious dinners, or, technically breakfasts. The hands that rub your shoulders after a long day at work, even if his has been longer. The hands that caress your skin in the dark of night, that map every inch of your body with his soft but callused fingertips. 

“Feel better?” He said and you chuckled.

“I’m supposed to be asking you that.”

“Well, I mean… I never did get my kiss.” He lifts his hand a bit more and you grin, bending down to peck each knuckle before moving back to the other hand.

You turn his hand over, gently kissing the pulse point of his wrist, moving up his forearm with your lips. You trail up his bicep, to his neck, then his jawline and finally, his lips. He hums into the kiss, his hands finding your hips once again.

“Finished with your assessment, doctor?” Clark teases.

“Affirmative.” You joked back, leaning in to kiss him again. There were still six hours left until the yellow sun came out, but he didn’t care. All he needed right now was the sweet comfort of his girl on his lap, her hands in his hair, and he’d be a happy man.

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I'm very curious if you have exactly the right number of requests for theme week to post one per day, or do you also have leftovers from extra requests that you'll still use at some point?

this is a good question! so, to preface, at first, during the time I had allotted to just receive requests, I had only gotten like two and I didn't think I'd have enough to post every day but then as I started posting I did get more requests.

At the end, I think I had one or two leftover that I didn't use but that was mainly because I didn't really have much inspiration or idea what I would do with them (If I really wanted to write it, I probably would have just posted twice in a day).

It's mostly a first come first serve, unless there's one I really like 😅🫣

Hope this answered your question (sorry I rambled so much, tee hee)

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looveee this theme week, how about Spencer and Cupcakes?

thank you for requesting! here's the fic, hope you enjoy!

Theme week main post

The kitchen smelled delightful. The scent of sugar filled the air, making Spencer’s nose twitch as he entered the room, spotting you crouched down in front of the oven.

“What are you making?” You glanced at him over your shoulder with a giddy smile.

“Cupcakes for Jack. His birthday is on Friday.”

“Does Hotch know you’re making treats for his son?” Spencer chuckled, stepping further into the kitchen as you stood.

“He will when I give them to him.” Your smile was infectious. Spencer hooked his fingers in your belt loops, pulling your hips to his, not caring if the batter on your apron transfers to his jeans.

“You’re adorable.” He planted a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose.

“I’m busy.”

“Really? Cause it looked like you were just staring into the oven.” Spencer teased and you swatted him with your towel.

“I was checking the cupcakes!” He giggles, holding his hands up in surrender.

“Okay, okay! Is there anything I can help with?”

“Well, I still need to make the frosting.”

You compiled all of the ingredients on the counter, Spencer standing by, in wait. Making the frosting was easy, just butter, sugar, vanilla, and milk.

Spencer, to his credit, did help you. He poured the sugar, kissed you on the cheek in passing, mixed all the ingredients together, pulled you away from the sink to kiss you, and washed most of the dishes before lifting you onto the counter and kissing you again. 

“You’re a menace, you know that?” You murmured against his lips, arms wrapped around his neck.

“Mhm.” He hums, pulling you closer by your waist. You’re nearly dangling off the countertop, Spencer leaning over you, as the oven timer goes off.

“My cupcakes are burning.” You protested when Spencer didn’t pull away.

“They can probably take a few more minutes.”

“Spencer!” You lightly shoved him back, descending from the counter and rushing to check your pastries.

Spencer barely got another kiss until you’d finished them. And that included cooling, cleaning, frosting, and decorating. You were putting sprinkles on the last few cupcakes when his arms wrapped around your waist.

“Are you done yet?” He mumbles, his lips grazing your skin as he buries his face in the crevice of your neck.

“Almost. Then you’ve got me all to yourself.” You chuckled. He watches from behind you, almost mesmerized by how the sprinkles fall perfectly into place.

You were pretty close with Hotch, which meant you were close with his son as well. You’d spent time babysitting him (Jack, not your boss), hanging out at gatherings outside of work. You absolutely adored the little boy.

Once the cupcakes were packed up and in the fridge, ready to go for tomorrow, you turned to Spencer.

“I’m all yours.” You opened your arms wide, letting him hug you tightly. You smelled of sugar and sweetness and you and he couldn’t get enough. You made your way to the couch, still trapped in his embrace, the two of you tumbling onto it carelessly.

Spencer curled into you, his body draped over yours, already dozing. He’d been exhausted from work this week, and he desperately needed a nap, at least you thought so.

You threaded your fingers through his curls, scratching at his scalp. He hummed quietly, snuggling into your neck and, within minutes, he was asleep, snoring softly in your ear.

You smiled. You were too excited to sleep right now, already picturing Jack’s reaction to the cupcakes. For now, you were content to just let Spencer get his rest.

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Hope this isn't too late for theme week but can you do Spencer and all types of beans please? Black beans, green beans, chickpeas, soybeans, kidney beans, mung beans, fava beans, etc... (ps - gn reader)

thank you for requesting! I tried to include as many types as I could, lol 😊

Theme week main post

It was Saturday. Grocery shopping day. You and Spencer were heading to the store with a long list of everything you’d need for the next week.

Spencer was in charge of the list and making sure you got everything, and you were in charge of the cart along with slipping a few treats in.

You planned out your meals for the week earlier in the day, mainly easy things that could stay in the freezer a while and could be preheated easily. One of the main things you’ve been wanting for a while though, was chili.

It was getting into the winter months and you just had a craving for it. You found a recipe that called for all types of beans that you made sure were at the top of the list. Even though you were dating someone with an eidetic memory, you still liked to have a written list.

“What’s first?” You asked, leaning your forearms on the handle of the cart.

“Black beans.” He led you to the aisle, stopping in front of the shelf with a thoughtful look on his face.

“What’re you thinking about, pretty boy?”

“When buying something like canned fruits or vegetables, ideally you want the least amount of ingredients. See, this one just has black beans, water, and salt whereas this one has added sugar and high fructose syrup.”

“Yeah?” You hummed, not paying attention to his rant in the slightest. Normally, you listen to his speeches, actually enjoying learning what he’s teaching you.

But right now he just looked so pretty that you found it hard to pay attention. Hen must have done something different with his hair. Maybe he got into your products or something? Or it could have been his clothes, the way they draped over his form nicely, hugging in the right spots-

“Are you listening?”

“Hmm?” He chuckled as you looked up from his waist, your pupils wide.

“Stop objectifying me.” He muttered, leaning down to kiss you, hoping you’d be too distracted to notice the blush on his cheeks.

“I’m not. Just admiring my pretty boyfriend. Is that not allowed?”

“Moving on.” He set one of the cans in the cart, moving down his mental list, the physical one sitting in his back pocket.

Kidney beans and pinto beans, similar to Black Beans, were not difficult to pick out in the grocery store, so next were white beans.

“This is where it gets tricky.” Spencer murmurs, almost to himself.

“Why?” You asked, eyeing the shelf.

“The recipe just called for white beans so we’ll have to find the best type,” He said ‘we’ as if you were contributing anything other than pushing the cart and looking pretty. “and since there’s a lot of things to consider, like flavor, texture, brand, size, it’s a little harder than picking, say, black beans.”

His brows furrowed as he scanned the shelves of navy beans, north beans, and cannellini beans. He finally makes a decision, putting yet another can of beans into the cart. Now all you needed for the recipe were chili beans.

“So tell me about the chili.” You said, wanting to hear more of his rambling.

“What do you want to know?”

“I dunno. I’m sure you have some fun facts stored up in that big brain of yours.”

“Well, actually,the creation of chili is often credited to cowboys and gold-seekers who combined dried beef, fat, chili peppers, and spices.” You hued in response, stepping away from the cart to let your hands find his waist, pulling him close to you.

“Anything else?”

“Um, the ICS has a separate category for chili with beans in their competitions.”

“The ICS?”

“International Chili Society.” He says matter of factly. You laughed, letting your forehead fall against his chest as your shoulder shook.

“You are something else, Spencer Reid.”

“What does that mean?” He asked, his face scrunching up in confusion.

“It means… that you are utterly amazing.” You leaned up to peck him on the lips.

“Because I know a lot about beans?”

“Because, you are amazing. And I love you.”

“I love you too, uh, it- it’s funny, love chemicals are actually controlled by phenethylamine which is found in beans- legumes specifically- like, chickpeas, green peas, lentils-” You cut him off with another kiss and he forgot what he was saying.

Spencer was astounded. Here he was, talking about love while kissing in the middle of the grocery store bean aisle. Who knew he’d ever get this? He sure as hell didn’t.

“What’s next on the list?”

“Um…” He trailed off. The list had been completely wiped from his brain, replaced by the feel of your lips on his. You just chuckled, sliding a hand behind him to snag the paper from his back pocket.

“Okay, next up, green beans!”

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Sorry I’ve been selling on requests my coursework is killing me likeeee ugh, why can’t my advanced courses know I have bigger frickin priorities than them?! What the genuine flippp their audacity but seriously also I think I’m swinging between by DC and Baldurs Gate 3 and Criminals Minds phrases too so it’s a whole thing anyway hope you’re doing well love you byeeeee

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You're totally fine! I still do have a lot of requests, from you and other people lol 🫣, but you're so real about courses though, like I have better things to do than you, pookie!

hope you're doing good as well!!

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curious about this because it's not even mid august and I'm considering putting up all my decorations (I have a lot 🤭) should I?

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aaron hotchner and soul food, nsfw

this theme is tooooo cute!

to be honest, I wasn't very comfortable with writing soul food because I don't really know a lot about soul food and also, I'm white. I did do some research but I just didn't feel like it was my place to write about. I just ended up changing it to like, a hearty dinner type of thing, hope that works! 🩷

Theme week main post

18+ NSFW

Aaron Hotchner was a man of habit. He got up at five am every morning, took the same nine minute shower, ate the same breakfast of plain black coffee and oatmeal, gave you the same sweet kiss before he was off to work.

He typically ate the same thing for dinner every night, leftovers of whatever you made reheated in the microwave, not nearly as good as if they were fresh but he’ll take what he can get.

Then, he’d make his way to the bedroom where you were already asleep, sometimes slumped over a book as though you had fallen asleep while trying to wait up for him.

He rarely broke his routine, so you made a decision to do it for him. Not in a way that would mess up his work schedule in any way, just to break a few of his habits. Starting with his diet.

You went shopping for everything you’d need for the next time he got off work early. Which turned out to be sooner than you thought.

Aaron texted you near the end of the day Friday that he’d be heading home soon, so you started cooking.

You were making chicken as the main dish, with a side of cornbread, mixed greens, and potatoes. A meal sure to make him sleep well afterwards.

You were in the middle of cooking when the front door opened, your boyfriend walking in, calling out your name. You turn when he enters the kitchen.

“Hey, gorgeous.” He says when he sees your appearance. You knew you were far from it, hair messily put up with large chunks coming out of the scrunchie, sweat on your brow from the heat of the stove, and a cheesy apron on. Hotch couldn’t feel any more endeared.

“Hi, honey. Welcome home.” He sure feels welcome when you wrap and arm around his neck, pulling him down into a deep kiss. “You hungry? I’m making dinner.” You murmured against his lips.

“As long as it’s you that I’m eating.” His voice is husky, making you giggle.

“Oh no. That’s dessert.” You pulled away to flit over the stovetop, checking the potatoes and the chicken before looking in the oven to check on the cornbread.

“What are you making?” His hand finds your hip, massaging gently, always needing to be touching you in some way.

“Well…” You turn to him, a big grin on your face. “You eat the same thing every morning, every night, so I thought I’d give you… a change.”

“What kind of change?”

“A nice, filling meal, instead of the leftovers you usually have.” You said slowly, your lips curving around every syllable.

“Oh, honey you didn’t have to do all this.”

“I wanted to, Aaron. I want you to eat something that you actually enjoy. You deserve it.”

“I enjoy leftovers.” He protests halfheartedly. You give him a look.

“Just shut your pretty mouth and enjoy the meal I made you.” You chastised, making him chuckle.

Safe to say, Aaron definitely enjoyed the meal. He practically licked his plate clean, and that was after having seconds. 

“Did you like it?” You asked, standing to clear the table.

“It was amazing, sweetheart, thank you.” He murmurs, catching you by the waist before you can bring the plates to the sink. “Thank you for doing this.” He says the words into your stomach, his lips pressed to your skin.

“Of course, Aaron.” Your nails found his scalp, tangling in his hair, scratching gently. He let you go, getting up to help you with the cleaning, though it was mostly him moving you out of the way so he could take over the task.

When the kitchen was cleaned, he crowded you against the counter, lifting you by your hips onto the marble.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” His lips brushed yours before he nipped softly, his hands brushing up and down your thighs.

“Oh, I know.” You grinned against him.

“But I’m still hungry for something… sweet.” He murmurs. And then he’s sinking to his knees in front of you, reaching up to pull down your shorts.

His head is buried between your thighs, hands splayed over your legs. You lean back until your back is meeting the cool counter top, arching towards the ceiling.

Aaron eats you like a man starved. Like he didn’t just have a full meal. Like you were the most precious meal on the planet and it was his last day on earth.

Halfway through your second orgasm, you were already planning another change to your boyfriend’s routine. Something to do with a little addition to his morning shower.

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Thanks so much. Sorry I hadn't realised you might not be familiar with Indian cuisine - I grew up with it, about 40% of my dishes are Indian (the largest chunk by far since the rest 60% is divided into 7-8 cuisines) since my neighbourhood is 70% Indian immigrants. I and hadn't thought about some random person online.

no it's totally fine! I always enjoy doing research when I'm writing a fic, I hope I was at least somewhat accurate 😅

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spencer reid and pink frosted donuts, can be nsfw or sfw doesn’t matter

this turned out to be more of a variety of donuts instead of pink frosted, hope that's alright 😅

Theme week main post

It was a rough case, bad enough that the plane ride home was almost completely silent. Derek had his headphones on, Hotch and Rossi were looking over files, JJ was texting her husband, Emily sat across from her staring out the window. You and Spencer were in the back, as distanced from the  others as you could be, so as not to disturb their quiet.

“Are you okay?” You asked, noticing the way he stared down at his lap where his hands fiddled with the rings on your fingers.

“Mhm. Just thinking.” He murmured.

“You always are.” You smiled softly, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Is it about the case?”

“Yeah. I just… I should have figured it out sooner. It was so simple and I couldn’t-”

“Hey, hey… it’s not your fault. It was a hard case, and there was no way you could have known, okay?” He nods, still looking down, his throat tight.

“Yeah….” Your hand squeezes his reassuringly and he leans into you. “Thank you.” He says, his voice almost a whisper.

“There’s no need to thank me, Spence, I’ll always be here for you.” The plane landed half an hour later and everyone descended, heading back up to the office.

No one spoke all that much as you packed up, silently agreeing to go your separate ways until Monday. Spencer waited for you by your desk, twisting the strap of his satchel in his hands.

“You ready?” You nodded, both of you heading down to the parking garage.

As you drove home, you stayed pretty quiet, not even having the radio on in the background. The neon lights of the stores blurred past your windows, creating streaks of color in your peripheral.

Spencer let his temple rest against the cool glass as he watched the passing sights. You had kind of zoned out, just letting the muscle memory bring you home until you spotted something. A donut shop.

You quickly  changed course, pulling into the parking lot. Spencer lifted his head, turning to look at you.

“What are you doing?”

“We’re going to get a little treat, We deserve it.” You turned the car off, stepping out onto the asphalt. Spencer quickly followed, walking with you into the donut shop.

The interior was brightly lit, pink and blue booths lining the walls, donut decorations galore. The floor was a pretty blue, pink, and white tiled design.

You stepped up to the display, bending slightly to examine the shelves of treats.

“What do you want- who am I kidding, I know what you want.” You grinned standing to face him. “Chocolate with sprinkles.”

“You know me so well.” He smiles, leaning down to peck you on the lips. Normally he wouldn’t be so outward with PDA but the shop was virtually empty.

A few minutes of browsing later, a woman stepped out of the back office, meeting you at the counter.

“Welcome in! What can I get you guys?” You ordered a pack of six, two chocolate sprinkles, a glazed, a pink frosted, an apple flavored, and a cream filled donut. 

Spencer tried to dig out his wallet but you’d had your card out before he could even blink. He took the liberty of carrying the box out of the building.

“You didn’t need to do this, you know.” Spencer said, one you were both back in the warmth of your car, the box of donuts on his lap.

“I know.” Those two words said more than you even realized. He smiled, carefully lifting the cover off the box and angling it towards you, so you could take your pick.

Naturally, he takes the chocolate sprinkled while you take the pink one. The two of you sit in the near empty parking lot for hours. Or maybe it was only a few minutes.

Quiet conversation came easy, though you found comfort in the silence that followed, not bothering to fill it with meaningless thoughts like usual.

The weight of the case lifted slowly from your shoulders, each other’s presence easing the sting of the loss. Right now, the rest of the world is miles away, the two of you in your car sitting on the edge of the universe, the stars a backdrop for the rest of the night.

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guess who just saw Fantastic Four!!!!! Here are my thoughts:

Reed? More like Reid cuz why is that man just Dr. Spencer Reid if he was stretchy and married? Like, who let me watch another thing with a hot brainiac who stops bad guys.

anyway I'm absolutely obsessed with Herbie, HE' SO CUTIEEEEE! I need my own litte Herbie, but maybe like a tiny one to just roam around my desk.

Okay, being serious now, I did actually really like the movie. the plot was cool, and the silver woman (I don't remember her name, did they even give her one?) was absolutely iconic.

Overall, probably a 7 or 8 out of ten for me 🤭

[keirareidss]

Can it be a cuisine instead? Indian cuisine with Spencer and a gn reader please.

thank you for requesting! I'm not very familiar with Indian cuisine, so did my best 😅 the research I did for this fic did make me very hungry

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Spencer has been in prison for the past three months. He got out seven days ago and he’s barely left your side. He stays wrapped around you all night, even in sleep he’s terrified of being away from you again. He hovers in the kitchen during dinner, hugging you from behind in every idle moment. Once, he even tried to come into the bathroom with you.

Tonight, he was in the kitchen with you again, leaning against the counter as he watched you cook.

“What are you making?” He asked quietly, soft and gentle all the way to his core even if it seemed like prison had hardened him. 

“Butter chicken with naan and rice.” Spencer hums.

“It smells nice.”

“Thank you. I started trying out some new recipes while you were… away.”

“Really?” He asked and you turned from the stove to face him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Yeah, it kinda helped take my mind off of…” You trailed off and Spencer moved towards you.

“Well, I’m glad you had something to distract yourself.” He murmured, pulling you into his embrace, hooking his chin over your shoulder.

“Yeah, I had a lot of chicken.” You said, your voice muffled by his chest and he chuckled. “I also had a nice curry, I’ll have to make it for you sometime.

“Mm, sounds nice.”

“It was.” You hummed, the two of you going silent, only the faint sound of music from your kitchen radio heard throughout the apartment.

Spencer began to sway you to the rhythm, humming softly along with it. It felt so peaceful to finally be in his arms again, like the world was steadying itself back on its axis.

“Tell me about the other stuff you tried.” He says when the song ended.

“Uh, I made Biryani, I made a few samosas, the chicken tikka was pretty good too.” You nuzzled your face into his soft red sweater and he hummed in response. “How are you feeling?” You asked after a few moments of silence.

“What do you mean?” He pulled back slightly to look down at you.

“You know… just being back from prison and all.” Your voice grew quiet, knowing the topic was sensitive.

“Oh… I’m okay, I guess. It’s been… an adjustment, definitely. I went to the store yesterday and everything had been rearranged. I didn’t get half the things I needed because I was overwhelmed and I could barely find anything.” You frowned, clicking your tongue in sympathy.

“I’m sorry, honey.” You slide your hands up his chest, wrapping your arms behind his neck. Tangling your fingers in his hair, you pull him down until his forehead rests on yours.

“I am glad to be back.”

“Me too.” His arms, wound around your waist, tugged you closer until your body was flush against his. You pulled away a moment later, only just remembering the chicken you had on the stove. Thankfully, it wasn't burnt but it would probably be a bit tough to chew.

"Ready to eat?"

"Definitely." You brought the dishes over to the table, Spencer shifting his chair closer to yours once you sit. Spencer takes your hand in his as the two of you dig into the meal. Right now, it didn't matter if the chicken was overcooked or the naan wasn't fluffy enough.

Your Spencer was home.

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[keirareidss]

Would you ever consider doing a crossover ??

I was thinking the best nerds ever 😼😼

What if it’s Spencer Reid and Sam Winchester x reader who’s in the bau ?

It’d be pretty cray I think

I actually have done a crossover fic before (I don't know if that's what inspired this ask or not 😅) and I do have more planned 🫣 but I've never actually seen Supernatural 😔

I'm planning on writing a parks and rec crossover, the office, maybe a new girl, maybe a sic of crows, and maybe it's always sunny, tee hee 🤭

If I ever do get around to watching Supernatural then I might write one but as of right now, I probably won't ☹

[keirareidss]

Hey, for the food theme how about tofu?

I'm the anon that's been sending the Spencer asks for a female reader with masculine descriptors. I think this might be the third?

thank you for the request! Just to let you know, I usually prefer to write for a feminine reader because that's what I'm most comfortable with so it might take me a while to get around to those requests 😊

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Spencer was coming over tonight. Your boyfriend was coming over and you couldn’t wait. It was your first time spending the night together, and you were planning to make a special dinner, just for the two of you. And maybe a bit for your cat.

Speaking of him, Bandit, a passive aggressive, Siberian munchkin cat, brushed up against your leg, clearly wanting attention. You had found him one day on your walk home, without a collar, and named him Bandit because of the pattern of his fur: black and white spotted with a black stripe over his eyes like a mask.

“Are you hungry Bandit?” You cooed, slipping him a small piece of the tofu you were cooking on the stove. Another thing about your cat, he loved tofu. For some reason, he was absolutely obsessed with it. 

He nipped it from your hand, scampering off to his cat tower, something you’d splurged on just because. Your phone buzzed on the counter beside you and you wiped your hands on your apron (a gift from Penelope, dark blue and stained) before picking it up.

Spencie: I’m on my way over. I can’t wait to see you.

You smiled, a blush spreading over your face.

You: Me too

Spencie: I packed my nicest pajamas

You: Ooh, I’m excited to see them. Do they have dinosaurs on them?

Spencie: maybe…

You chuckled out loud, setting your phone down. Five minutes later, there was a soft knock on your door and you were rushing to answer it.

“Hi, angel.” Spencer’s smile is reverent as you let him inside, ushering you into his space so he can plant a kiss on your lips.

“Hi.” You looked up at him like he hung the moon, already giddy just at his presence in your home.

“I, uh, I got you these.” He lifts a bouquet of flowers, holding it out to you, something you hadn’t even noticed until now.

“Oh, you didn’t have to do this.” You take the paper wrapped flowers from him, admiring them as you took them to the kitchen. “They’re very pretty, thank you, Spence.”

You grab a vase from your cabinet and set the flowers out on your counter. They made you feel warm inside just looking at them.

“What are you making?” Spencer asks, making his way to your side, peering into the pan on your stove.

“Grilled tofu.”

“Oh. I don’t think I’ve ever had tofu before.”

“No? It’s really good. Bandit loves the stuff.” Spencer hums, making his way through your apartment to find the cat. He reaches up to where Bandit is sitting on top of the cat tree, scratching the fur behind his ears.

“Hi Bandit. Did you miss me?” The kitty purrs, bumping his head into Spencer’s palm. Your boyfriend returns to the kitchen, wrapping his arms around your waist, his chin on your shoulder. “Did you miss me?” He asks cheekily.

“I saw you yesterday.” You chuckled and he humphs, nosing at your jaw.

“I missed you.” His voice is small as he kisses at your neck. You reach up, scratching at his hair before patting his head twice.

“Alright, dinner’s ready. Do you want to set the table?” He took the dishes from your cupboard and set them out for the both of you.

You brought the pan over to the table, serving up the grilled tofu and caesar salad. You had made a homemade spicy honey sauce to go with the dish.

Bandit leaps off his perch on the tree, meandering over to the table to scrounge for scraps that you were sure to drop for him.

“Okay, okay, try it, I wanna know what you think.” You urged him. He put a piece in his mouth, chewing thoughtfully as you sat in anticipation.

“It’s good.” He hums.

“Just good?”

“Well, tofu is typically known for being bland-”

“I know, that’s why I seasoned it. And I made sauce.” Spencer winced at the pout on your lips.

“It’s great, angel, I meant great. Honestly.”

“Really?”

“Really.” He takes another bite, humming approvingly as if to show you. In truth, he didn’t hate it. He actually did enjoy it, it’s just not something he would make for himself. “It actually has a lot of health benefits. It’s been known to reduce the risk of heart disease, lower cholesterol, and improve bone health.”

“Mhm, and it’s also pretty sustainable and environmentally friendly.” You hummed, digging into your own meal. Spencer lights up.

“Yes! Because it requires less water and land to produce than animal-based products!” You beamed at him.

The two of you chatted over the course of the meal, you slipping some tofu to Bandit as Spencer explained why some cats have ‘favorite foods’. Something about early experiences influencing future preferences. They were actually very similar to humans in that way.

After dinner was over, you both got ready for bed. You shuffled under the covers while waiting for Spencer to come out of the bathroom. When he did, you smiled softly at him, flicking the comforter back and patting the spot next to you.

He climbs in and the two of you shift around so that you’re laying next to each other.

“I was expecting dinosaurs.” He looked down at his pajamas, plaid pants and an old fading band tee.

“What, you don’t like The Beatles?”

“I love The Beatles. But I was promised dinosaurs.” His eyebrows furrowed playfully.

“By who?”

“The insinuation in your text!” You giggled.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about.” He grinned and you rolled your eyes, snuggling closer to him.

The next morning, you woke up to the sun beaming in and the covers half kicked off your body. A glance over told you that Spencer was the culprit. 

You turned on your side to admire his sleeping figure and you caught a glimpse of something. He was wearing mismatched socks. But that wasn’t what made you grin. It was the pattern.

Dinosaurs.

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[keirareidss]

Love the theme! Sushi and Spencer?

PS - I sent you a nsfw one before (nantaimori) but just sfw here. Would be extra nice if one was a sequel to the other?

of course! for some reason my inbox isn't showing me the other request you mentioned by the way, maybe you could send it in again?

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You couldn’t stop staring at Spencer. You couldn’t help it, he was adorable. The team was all out to dinner together, celebrating after a case. Everyone had agreed on sushi after the incredibly sweet police chief you were working with recommended a place.

Currently, the clumsy man sitting next to you was attempting to pick up another sushi roll with chopsticks that he had no clue how to use.

You giggled and he glanced over, brows furrowed, tongue poking out unconsciously as he focused.

“What?”

“I thought you were like a genius or something, you don’t know how to use chopsticks?” You said through chuckles.

“Don’t make fun. Only thirty four percent of Americans can use chopsticks with some degree of skill.” He mutters, a small pout on his lips and a blush forming on his cheeks.

“I’m not making fun, I’m not-” A laugh cuts off your sentence as he tries again, the Sushi roll propelling out of his loose grasp and shooting away from his plate. He lets out a startled little giggle, giving up on even attempting to use them as he drops his chopsticks on the table.

“No- no, Spence, wait, let me help.” You reached over, picking up his chopsticks and taking his hand in yours.

He immediately flusters, his eyes finding the side of your face as you situate the sticks in his hand.

“Okay, you hold them like this… put your thumb there.” Your fingers are warm on his, your murmured voice in his ear, soft breath on his arm as you lean closer. “So you’re only going to move the top one, and you just pivot it like that.” You place a sushi roll where he can reach and guide his hand.

He doesn’t do much of the work, too distracted by your proximity to him, your arms brushing. You’re practically using him as a puppet to pick up the sushi.

“Spence! Are you paying attention?” You’re looking at him now, eyebrows furrowed slightly, grinning up at him.

“Yes.” He looks at the chopsticks, noticing that they’ve slipped out of his hands, the sushi halfway off of his plate. “Maybe not fully.” You laugh again, letting your head fall onto his shoulder as your shoulders shake.

He’s tensing and then quickly forcing himself to loosen up and then he’s all in his head and, great, now he’s wondering if his shoulder is comfortable enough. But then you’re leaning off of him and he’s already missing your presence.

“Let’s try again, come on.” You fit the chopsticks back in his hand. His brain, apparently overwhelmed by his sudden desire for you, careens in a different direction.

“Have you ever heard of nantaimori?” Or maybe just a freudian slip.

“No, what’s that?”

“It’s a Japanese practice of serving sushi on the body of a naked man.”

“Oh!” Your eyes widened, expecting anything but that to come out of his mouth. “Have you… you know… tried it?”

“Wha- no!”

“I was just asking!” You said through laughter, your arm finding your stomach that was beginning to ache with all the giggles.

“Well, I haven't!" His face is beet red as he starts fiddling with the chopsticks.

“Awfully defensive there, Spence.”

“It’s not like that, I only know a lot because I just-”

“Spencer, I’m kidding! I’m teasing you, silly.” You cut off his sudden ramble, putting a gentle hand on his arm, grinning at his blush.

Now, you had forgotten all about the sushi on his plate and the chopsticks he still didn’t understand, instead looking at each other. 

Spencer didn’t feel as embarrassed with you as he usually would. You never made fun of him like everyone else did. With you, he knew, it was always just light teasing, just so you could see him blush.

“Would you ever want to try it?”

“I- I don’t know. What do you mean? Like… I would be the one… you know.. Naked?” He says ‘naked’ in a whisper as if it’s a curse word, making you start laughing all over again.

“Would you rather eat sushi off of a different naked man?”

“No- well, maybe- I don’t know!”

“Honestly, I think I’d rather be the naked one.” You said, turning to your neglected plate of food, only now remembering it was even there.

Apparently, Morgan had decided to eavesdrop on your conversation at the exact wrong time, only catching your sentence.

“What the hell are you two talking about?” Derek says. You and Spencer just look at each other, bursting into a fit of laughter, leaving the rest of the team confused.

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♡ when the glasses come off clark comes home to you only to realize that he's still in 'uniform'

♡ kiss it better clark comes home to you at night, all battered and bruised. What happens when he doesn’t have the sun to heal him?