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[ssavanessa22]

Hello I have a request for spencer x reader where the team don't really like her bc they think that she doesn't deserve him kinda like this some angsty stuff if you're comfortable with

AHHHHH YES YES YES THIS IS MY FIRST REQUEST EVER ON ANY PLATFORM I WILL DEFO RIGHT THIS !!! Dm me if they are any specific things you want in this also it will probably end with fluff but there will be lots of angst!! I won’t give an exact date but will be our by the LATEST FRIDAY

[danyka-fendyr]

Back Up Baby

“Hi could you write a like angsty fluff with spencer were they broken up and the reader is pregnant then spencer finds out end they get back together? Sry if it it too specific”

Not too specific at all! Thank you so much for sending in this ask and being so patient while I wrote this. I hope you like it and that it’s kind of what you were hoping for.

Wordcount: 1.4k

Warnings: Angst, pregnancy

You let out a shaky breath, the grooves in the frigid tiles of your bathroom floor digging into your skin, leaving neat little lines. You wished your life was that neat, but alas, it was not. At the moment, everything was falling apart.

When you had broken up with Spencer 2 months ago, it had made sense. He had no idea you were pregnant, and you had no intentions of telling him. His job meant that he had to travel a lot, and he was under a lot of pressure, but you knew that he loved it. He lived for his work, to help people, and you would never want to take that away from him. So when you had found out you were pregnant, it seemed like a no-brainer. You would break up with him and he would move on and be happy.

What you hadn’t anticipated was that you would not move on and be happy. You didn’t realize just how much you had relied on Spencer until you were 4 months pregnant, starting to show, and definitely starting to feel the hormones.

Which brought you to now, lying on your bathroom floor, sobbing. You had just finished packing up the last of Spencer’s things that he had left at your apartment, and you were definitely not ready to give them all back to him. In truth, some naïve part of you was still hoping that he would just forget or decide they weren’t worth coming back for and leave you here to cry yourself to sleep curled up with the box of his belongings.

The knock on your apartment door startled you out of your funk, and you shook your head, telling yourself it was just hormones.

You cleaned yourself up quickly before heading over to open your door. You expected it to be some poor delivery worker needing you to sign for another 3 AM $30 candle purchase. You heaved the strap of your camisole further up your shoulder, as though it would cover your bra strap better, before giving up. The delivery guy wouldn’t care about your messy hair, baby bump or sweats. He could see it all for all you cared.

You immediately regretted that philosophy when you opened the door to Dr. Spencer Reid.

You froze as he took you in, scanning you from head to toe. You watched his eyes widen as he made it past your tearstained face to your mid-riff. Right about where-

“You’re pregnant.”

He said it breathlessly, more air than words, like his clever mouth couldn’t support the conclusion his brain had so easily come to. In the back of your mind you catalogued that you hoped this baby had his mouth, if it was a boy. You had refused to find out the gender, not wanting to know without Spencer.

“Maybe you should come inside.”

Great. You had defaulted to hostess mode. Maybe that was a totally normal thing to do when confronting your ex who also happened to be your baby daddy. You didn’t really have a frame of reference for this particular situation.

He seemed too shocked to disagree with you, numbly coming inside. You knew his quiet wouldn’t last for long. Spencer was a fast thinker, and you could see him thinking faster than ever now, eyes bright like the well-polished gears turning in his mind. You waited for him to process, but then realized there was one question he would definitely have that you had to answer. He deserved to know the truth about that at least. For all of your mistakes you weren’t that bad of a person.

“It’s yours,” you said quietly, wrapping your arms around what was, admittedly, not much, but kind of a lot to you.

“How…how long have you known?” He choked out, running a hand through his hair.

He stared up at you with wet eyes, and for a moment you were deeply afraid he was angry. You weren’t really sure what he felt, but anger would certainly be a reasonable reaction.

“2 weeks before I broke up with you,” you admitted.

It sounded even worse when you said it out loud.

“You knew? You knew and you still…”

Now you could tell exactly what he was feeling. Hurt. That was definitely hurt. You felt it too, tears pricking at your own eyes, these ones having nothing to do with hormones.

“You were…you were so involved with your job, and I knew you loved it. If I was pregnant, I knew you would pull back, do less. I couldn’t do that to you, Spence, I couldn’t. And I was…a part of me was afraid that you couldn’t do that to yourself. That you wouldn’t want this.” It was a quiet admission, shameful in its assumptions but true all the same.

You found it in yourself to meet his eyes after a long moment, and it was just as bad as you thought it would be. He looked betrayed, and it was worse knowing that he had a right to be betrayed. He had every right to be betrayed, his brown eyes disbelieving that you could even do something that terrible. You could hardly believe you had done it, and you knew there was no way he could want you now. If he had been on the fence between you and his job before, you had sealed the deal by lying to him like this.

“I’ll just get your things,” you said, swallowing back your tears. It felt like swallowing knives. “You shouldn’t have to deal with this. I’m sorry for lying to you. I understand you don’t want anything to do with me now-”

“How could you think that?”

Pain dripped off every syllable, and you shut your eyes to it.

“I know what I did, Spencer. I wouldn’t want me around after that either.” You refused to look at him, picking up the box of his things.

He yanked it out of your arms, setting it back down on your couch.

“How could you think I wouldn’t want this? That I don’t want this? If you know what you did then why try to make decisions for me again? Because that was the problem the first time. The lies were bad enough, but making my choices for me? That’s the worst part.”

You couldn’t help it, and you blamed it on the pregnancy hormones. You started crying in earnest, and Spencer, good, kind, sweet Spencer caught you in his arms.

“I was just so scared,” you admitted. “And I know that’s not an excuse, and I’m so sorry Spence. I’m so, so sorry.”

“It’s okay. It’s okay,” he whispered, his anger washing away with your tears. “We’re going to figure this out, okay?”

“We?” you asked.

“Yeah. You think I would make you do this alone?”

You pulled back to look at his face, the face you loved so much.

“It’s what I deserve.”

“What you deserve is support and love. You were absolutely wrong to make my decision for me, and not just because my decision would have been to stay. Not just because my decision still is to stay. I played a part in this too though. I should never have put you in a place where you thought my work was more important to me than you, or that I would leave you because of this. If you want me back, I’m here. As a boyfriend or just to support you. I’d like to be involved in whatever way you’d allow me.”

You laughed a little bit in relief. “Do you still have all those pregnancy books from when JJ was having Henry?”

“Memorized.” He tapped his head.

“I do want you back. I’ve wanted you back since the moment you walked out. I missed you every second, and it never got better. I’m so in love with you Spencer. I don’t want to do this with anybody else but you.”

“I love you,” he said, kissing your forehead before moving down your face to your lips.

He folded you into his arms, and you rested your head on his shoulder. For the first time in months, you could relax. You didn’t have to do this alone. For all the terrible things your pregnancy had brought you, you had a feeling your future was bright. For the first time in a long time, you felt good. Finally, everything was right with your world.

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This fic is a special one for another fic swap I participated in! This one is for @lexieshuntingsstuff ✨💕

“Crying Over a Dead Man”

Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings - mention of shooting, killing and criminals but with a fluffy ending? 💞

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My heart was pounding as 3 shots from my gun fired true.

The sound of the each one echoed in my ears and a shiver ran down my spine.

My legs turned to jelly and I felt the world slow around me.

The man who stood straight ahead of me, now lay flat on the pavement.

A gasp left my mouth as I hit the cobblestone, time resuming.

“I’ve just killed a man”

I did my best to focus on my breathing but to no avail, I couldn’t stop the tears either.

I was crying. No, I was hyperventilating... over a criminal?

The team surround me but I only look for one face.

His face, Spencer’s face.

I feel his arms hook around my body and I’m raised from the ground.

He holds me close but I couldn’t focus. The tears fell but my face was vacant. I was numb.

Every time I tried to wipe the tears, more would fall and every time I tried to speak my throat would close up.

So, I remained silent. Silent on the plane ride back, and silent on the ride back to my apartment.

Spencer would glance in my direction every once in awhile but didn’t question me, I’d smile every now and then to reassure him but that was the best I could give him.

That night, I lay in bed replaying the events over and over again in my head. I couldn’t rid the sounds of the shots I fired.

I shivered and pulled the duvet over my body, trying to feel a sense of safety.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” Spencer whispers.

I reach for his hand and he moves across the bed towards me.

I curl into him as the sobs escape from me once again.

Spencer cradles me and whispers sweet nothings into my as an attempt to calm me.

“It’s okay, let it out. Let it all out”

I don’t know how long I laid there in his arms but when the tears finally cease I look towards my boyfriend.

“Why am I crying over a dead man Spencer? He was a criminal. A dangerous person. He doesn’t deserve my tears.”

Spence looks down at me with his big brown eyes before pressing a kiss on my forehead.

“Crying for a man, no matter if he’s good or bad isn’t wrong. It shows you are human and capable of emotion. Emotions like empathy and above all mercy”

His voice was gentle, calm but I felt the weight of his words.

I was not a bad person for showing emotion even to someone who may not deserve it.

I love my job, I love Spencer and I love the life I have now and I won’t let one person ruin that.

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[dontshootmespence]

Through It All

Part 34

Summary: Now married, Spencer & Y/N navigate the D/s lifestyle. How will their relationship change?

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Warnings: Pictophilia (sexual interest or arousal by viewing erotic pictures or porn), fingering, sucking on fingers, blow job talk/references.

A/N: The next entry for @cm-kinkbingo​ run by my beautiful girlfriend @heycasbutt​. This fulfills my pictophilia square.

Having three kids is hard. Worth it, ten times over. But still hard.

Spencer’s classes start to pick up again, finding that one semester with a light caseload and the other with a heavier one seems to work for his brain. It keeps him happy, feeling useful at work and at home. He continues to choose your clothes, even your nighttime ones now. And on your days off, he gives you a schedule of what to do and when (with obvious disparities to account for the unexpected nature of a toddler and twin babies).

Having him tell you what to do allows you to be, and if you ever feel like his control or the schedule aren’t working for you, you discuss it and switch things up so that you’re both happy. It’s work, so much work, but Spencer’s your partner in every way; there’s no one else you’d rather do the work with.

Quickies are the norm at this point in your life. On the few occasions, where your parents or a member of your BAU family watches the kids, you go all out, doing the things you can’t during your busy lives as parents.

Once the kids are asleep, after a long day where both of you worked, you practically fall into bed. You’re tired, but you want that closeness, so you ask Spencer to cuddle naked, which he’s all for.

Your skin slides against the cool sheets. “I’m sleepy,” you chuckle.

“Me too.” Spencer yawns. “I have an idea though. Very low energy. Want to try?”

“Mmmmhmm.”

Spencer grabs his phone and pulls up a porn site you frequent. “Pick something,” he says.”

Slowly, you scroll through the endless pages of porn and settle on something with Sir in the title. It involves a beautiful brunette down on her knees sucking her Sir’s cock. “How ‘bout this one?” You giggle. “If I had the energy I’d be doing this myself right now.”

Spencer’s low rumbling laugh sends shivers down your spine. “Next time we have a babysitter. Now relax.”

Closing your eyes, you melt into the blankets, languidly rolling your body against the soft material as the appreciative grumble of the man in the video brought you deeper into your fantasy. You whimpered when Spencer’s hand danced down the side of your body, fingers fluttering against your pussy.

He props the phone up against the pillow, leaving his other hand free to snake around your head. When he slips two fingers into your mouth, you start to suck, groaning as you hear the woman in the video gag. “Fuck, Sir.”

“Shh,” he whispers. “Just suck like a good little girl.”

You do as he says and devolve into a writhing, whimpering, sweaty, slutty mess, sucking on his fingers and rolling against the sheets as Spencer’s fingers slip into your pussy and press against your clit. Craning your head toward him, you plead with him, your eyes silently begging for the release that’s so close and yet so far.

When he smiles, almost cruelly, you remove his fingers from your mouth and press a kiss to the underside of his chin. “Oh why not,” he teases, biting down on your earlobe. “You’ve been such a good girl lately.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

As he curls his pointer and middle fingers against your fluttering walls, you gasp, shuttering. He holds you tight and tells you how amazing you are. What a good girl you are. What a good sub, a good wife, a good mother.

“Mommy! Mommy!” Charlotte screeches as she barges into your room. “You okay, Mommy?”

Oh shit.

Spencer immediately removes his hands from you, a look of horror upon his face. He can’t think of anything to say, glancing at you to take the lead. Your big bad BAU protector and rambling genius and he can’t find the words to say to his 3-year-old about sex. “I wasn’t crying sweetie pie,” you say, pulling the blankets up tighter to make sure she won’t see anything scarring. “Daddy and I were spending some quality time together and he made me laugh.”

She wipes a tear from your eye you didn’t even know was there. “But you’re crying.”

“Sometimes you laugh so hard you cry.”

“Oh. So you’re happy?”

“Very, my little flower.”

Spencer reaches over you and tousles her hair. “Want Mommy and I to come back to your room and read you another story?”

Charlotte nods vigorously as a yawn takes over her little body.

“Okay, go get back under the covers and Mommy and I will be there in a minute.”

As fast as her tiny legs can carry her, she sprints out of the room and into hers. “How long do you think she was there?” You ask. “You don’t think-?”

“We can only hope.”

You both pull on some clothes before stepping out of the room, and you turn to him to smack him on the shoulder. “All the times to go speechless, by the way!”

“Sorry, I panicked!” He whispers, stepping in the direction of Charlotte’s room.

“You’ve talked down serial killers and psychopaths and that makes you panic?”

“Yea,” he says sheepishly. “Don’t judge me.”

“Oh, I’m judging you. Let’s hope we didn’t scar our three year old.”

When you opened the door, she smiled at you. “You were nakey.”

Uh oh.

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[less-intelligent-spencerreid]

Call Tomorrow

Reid x Reader

Requested: by @crazyforsstuff

Warnings:Mentions of Canon-Typical violence, alchohol

****=time skip

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“Y/l/n, but you can call me y/n/n.” You told the group of profilers that had just walked into your precinct. “Whatever you guys need just let me know. My officers have been instructed to help you as much as possible.”

“Thank you!” Said the blonde girl. “I’m Agent Jureau. These are agents Hotchner, Morgan, Rossi, Prentiss, and Dr. Reid.” She pointed to each person as she said their names.

You shook each of their hands except for the very attractive Dr. Reid. “Sorry I have a thing about handshakes. The number of pathogens exchanged is astounding. It’s actually safer to kiss.”

“Fascinating.” you said walking towards the room you had set up for them. “You can work in here. My officers already set up with everything Agent Jureau requested.”

“Thank you.” Agent Hotchner said, him and his team looking around.

You watched Dr. Reid for a moment longer before going to your office.

****a few days later

Dr. Reid, who you had discovered was a genius and still very oblivious to flirting, put the last piece of the puzzle together and now the BAU along with you and some of your officers were at an abandoned warehouse to apprehend the UnSub.

The UnSub had a hostage but Agent Morgan managed to talk him down so you were able to save the hostage.

However due to a bad weather in their path home the team decided to stay one more night in town.

So decided to offer to take them out. “You guys interested in going to dinner at the best resturant in town?” You asked the team.

They had all agreed to go so you took them to the best Italian restaurant you had every been to.

You sat next to Dr. Reid and Agent Prentiss at dinner.

****

Once dinner was over, Morgan asked, “so y/n... know any good bars around here?”

Everyone chuckled but you did, “yeah I actually know a good place a couple blocks away from your hotel. I was actually thinking about going tonight if anyone wants to come with me.”

Everyone agreed so you gave them the address and went to your house to change your clothes. You put on your favorite going out outfit and darkened your makeup. You quickly did your hair and left.

****

Once you arrived you went over and ordered a drink. After grabbing it, you turned around and saw Agent Morgan wave you over to where they were sitting. There was only one empty chair and once again you were by Dr. Reid. You weren’t sure if it was just a coincidence but you hoped that it wasn’t.

“So y/l/n, now that we’re done with the case, tell us a little about yourself.” Agent Rossi said.

“Well, I’ve been a cop for 10 years, I grew up in y/h/t and I’ve lived here in various apartments for 11 years.”

“Any children or significant others?” Agent Prentiss asked.

“No, it’s just me.” You replied. “How about you guys? Tell me a little about yourselves.”

The team went around the table and you learned about their relationships and children, and you learned that Dr. Reid was, in fact, single.

****

You decided you had had enough to drink a while ago so you had been drinking just water for the past 45 minutes. It appeared Agents Hotchner and Rossi were the only ones doing the same. The rest of the team was extremely intoxicated and the sober agents seemed surprised that Reid had gotten drunk.

You asked Rossi about it and he told you that he didn’t drink very often and the bar wasn’t really his scene. That surprised you given his current state.

****

Hotchner and Rossi have taken the SUVs along with Jureau and Prentiss back to the hotel. Reid and Morgan has stayed for a while but Morgan eventually left with a woman he met tonight. That left only you and the handsome genius.

“So Dr. Reid, you almost ready to leave? I think I’m going to head out soon.”

“Yeah y/l/n I think I will too. Maybe we could go together.” He smiled at you

So maybe he wasn’t oblivious to the flirting he just needed some liquid courage.

“As much as I would love that, and I would, Dr. Reid, you are drunk. Extremely drunk. However, I’ll give you my number and if, when you are sober, you would still like to give this a try, call me.”

He looked a little disappointed but understanding. “I’ll call you tomorrow then y/l/n and call me Spencer.”

“Sounds good Spencer as long as you call me y/n.

****the next day

You had just finished lunch when your phone rang. You smiled when you saw who it was.

“Hey Spencer.” You said answering the phone.

“Hey y/n...ready to give this a try?”

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Hey guys! This is just a short one, I’ve had a rough couple of days but I still wanted to write something for you all! Also thank you so much for 200 followers! Your support means so much to me.

Hope you like this, feedback is always welcome✨💞

“I’m so glad you’re back”

Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Warnings - Mentions of injury, Fluff 💕

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You eyes struggle to stay open as they flutter at your attempts to view your surroundings. The anaesthetic was slowly wearing off and it made your drowsy. You immediately notice the pain that’s running up and down your body, it more prominent on your shoulder. You groan softly and try to move your arms to where the pain was centred, ignoring all the other superficial cuts and bruises on your hands and face.

You use all your strength to lift the hospital gown and reveal a large gauze tightly strapped down over your right shoulder

Memories begin to filter in as you remember what happened.

After Spencer had gotten shot in the neck out in the field, protecting you, you refused to let it happen again. Yes, it was a damn near impossible vow. One which you took seriously. Hence why you were currently lay in a local recovery hospital room.

To you with Spencer being okay, a shot in your shoulder was nothing. Or so you liked to think.

The pain was saying otherwise.

Speaking of Spencer he was currently, curled up on of those ridiculously uncomfortable plastic chair, asleep.

When he heard you groan, he shot up which made you jump slightly.

“Hey baby girl” he whispers, adopting Morgan’s nickname for Garcia, to fit you.

You gave him a lazy smile, your head slowly lolling to the side as you didn’t have the energy to push it back up onto the stack of pillows, supporting you.

Spencer gently lifts your head and puts it back into place, so you didn’t have to, stroking your hair and placing a shallow kiss on your forehead to show comfort and affection.

“It should of been me” he mumbles, sitting back down. He was so quiet that you almost missed it.

Almost.

“No Spence, I’m glad it it was me. You’ve been through enough” you voice cracks, tears glistening in your eyes

“No, no, no! Me. It should of been me”

He was defiant, his voice raising.

You wanted to roll his eyes. You’d been here, before when you had smaller injuries they happened on the job.

“Don’t you shout at me” you close your eyes again, feeling exhausted.

Your boyfriend mutters his apologies and calms his breathing. You give him a moment before asking if he could climb into the bed with you for cuddles.

At first he protested, not wanting to hurt you but gave in at the end, wanting to be close to you.

The team come to visit you moments later and watch as you two sleep soundly.

“They are disgustingly adorable” Rossi rolls his eyes as rest laugh at his comment, deciding to come back later then you were awake.

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Your recovery was long. A lot longer then you wanted or expected but you threw yourself into physiotherapy with hopes that it would speed up the process.

Spencer was back to back with cases, meaning you barely got to see him during recovery.

He hated it as much as you did. It felt lonely not having him around but he did his best to support you, calling during his breaks and at night before you slept.

A month later you were cleared to work out of the office but not to travel. You didn’t mind, you loved spending time with Garcia.

The minute you set foot on the sixth floor it was as if the team could sense your presence. You entered the office and was immediately surrounded and pulled into greetings and hugs.

Spencer stood frozen at the foot of his desk. He felt like he hadn’t seen you in forever. He waited until everyone else had said their hello’s and welcome backs, before they moved back, putting you directly in his line of sight.

“Hello Spence” you whisper, a small smile forming on your lips.

He doesn’t respond, only moving his legs as fast as they could carry him to reach you at the other side of the room.

He doesn’t stop as he engulfs in his arms, lifting you off the ground with a slight spin.

A giggle leaves your lips just as a wince did.

Spencer drops you in concern, having you land on your feet.

“Are you okay?”

You give him a tight smile, massaging your shoulder.

“Yeah, still hurts at times”

You go back into the hug to ensure him that you were fine and basking in the feeing. You didn’t want to leave his touch.

“I’m so glad you’re back” Spencer whispers.

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Okay I’m nervous to post this one as I’m not sure about it but I hope you all like it. I’ve combined two ideas in this. One from @rumplebutterbitch who’s anon sent the concept and allowed me to write it and a concept from @andreasworlsboring101 who suggested I do the “I’m a celebrity but you don’t know that” AU.

Could all please check out my recent post as well if you would like to be added to my tag list.

Please let me know what you all think! Feedback is always welcome! ✨💞

“I Hope to See You Soon”

Matthew Gray Gubler x Female Reader

Warnings - None, Fluff 💕

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You often got unwanted attention when out at night with friends. You had gotten pretty good at escaping the situations but that didn’t mean it wasn’t frustrating.

All you wanted was to have a couple of drinks and a laugh with your friends you met through your work as a writer.

Tonight was one of those nights. You’d spent the last 3 weeks continuously starting at your laptop screen, editing the final draft of your second novel before sending it to the publishers, so when your best friend offered to buy you a drink you didn’t refuse.

Unfortunately for you, she ended up meeting up with her boyfriend half way through the night, leaving you to third wheel.

The cycle begun and it was driving you insane.

Why couldn’t people just let you drink in peace?

This one particular man wasn’t giving up, following you from the bar to your table. You had already told him you wasn’t interested but it was like he hadn’t heard you.

You were jolted from your thoughts when an arm wraps itself around you and a kiss is planted on your cheek.

“Sorry I took so long on the phone baby, are you alright? This man, is it he bothering you?”

You did your best to hide the deep relief that you felt, for once a man wanted to help you, not hit on you. You melt in his arms, making it more believable for the creep before you.

He finally got the message and left you alone.

You turn to the mysterious, handsome stranger and give him your thanks.

He gives you a shining smile in return and introduces himself.

“It was no problem, I saw that he wouldn’t leave you alone. I’m Matthew by the way”

“I’m Y/N” you smile and take in his features.

He was tall, at least 6 foot, had a small amount of stubble and the most amazing warm eyes. His hair was medium length, his curls wild.

“Hey, would you like to come and sit with me and my friends?” He asks you, after a short silence.

You glance over at your friend who was still with her lover, engrossed in conversation.

“Erm, yeah sure. Let me just go and let my friends know”

Your friend got the message and winked at you, before turning back to the table. You shake your head laughing. She was always trying to set you up, but you hadn’t seemed to find the one yet.

Matthew introduces you to his companions and as the night went on you were shocked to find that you were sat with a bunch of celebrities.

It turned out that Matthew was involved in a TV show named Criminal Minds.

As you danced the night away you got to know the people around you and truly enjoyed their company.

Towards the end of the night, as the slow song section begun to play out, Matthew pulled you up to dance, just had he had throughout your time together.

“Matthew come on” you whine playfully, as he tugs at your arm.

You couldn’t understand how he still had so much energy when it was 1 in morning.

Your friend was long gone, but you assured her you were fine and you’d message her when you made it home.

“One more dance, please?” He begged you and for some reason you couldn’t find yourself saying no.

“One more” you give into him and let him lead you to the dance floor.

He pulls you so close to him, that you were sure he could feel your heart beat racing.

You put your hands on his chest as you both sway slowly together.

You closed your eyes and rested your head on him, the alcohol of the night finally hitting you.

Matthew didn’t seem to mind, he stood supporting you as you continued to sway with him. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying himself right now but there was one question that wouldn’t leave him. He ended up just blurting it out.

“Did you really not know who I was?”

You look at him with tired eyes, suddenly nervous.

“It’s not a problem is it? Me not knowing about your status”

He quickly realised what it sounded like and backtracked.

“No, no , it’s not a bad thing. I guess I’m just used to people knowing, asking for photos and all. I love my fans, they are like my family but I guess it’s nice to hang with someone who didn’t see me as a celebrity but as a person”

He rubs the back of his head and smiles sheepishly, hoping he hadn’t scared you away.

Little did he know that he’d done the opposite. You were Intrigued by him and maybe ... also attracted to him.

When he offered to walk you home, you gladly took it.

When you arrived at your apartment, he wished you goodnight and begun to walk away when you decided to go out on a limb.

“Matthew wait!”

You race to find a scrap of paper and run back to your front door.

You hand it to him and go back inside.

“Thank you for an amazing night. I hope to see you soon”

Matthew looked down at what you had given him when he heard your door click shut.

It was your phone number.

He smiled to himself and stuck the note in his pocket.

He hoped to see you soon also.

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Okay, here is part 2! I’ve decided that that I am going to do a part 3 but I haven’t started writing it yet - I’ve not had the best day today but I promise I’ll start it soon!

Hope you all like it, feedback is always welcome ✨💞

“Let’s have a baby” Part 2

Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Warnings - angst, mentions of kidnapping, fluff 💕

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You weren’t sure how long you were out but when you finally regained consciousness you saw that you were in a dimly lit motel room, your hands bound to a hard, plastic chair. An unknown women sat across the room on the rusty bed.

You hands went to check your baby but then realised that you couldn’t.

The women saw your actions and rolled her eyes.

“Your baby is fine. I’m under strict instructions not up harm you.... unless necessary. So I’d suggest you sit their and behave” she finishes smugly.

You swallow, but did your best not show fear. Your baby had already been put under stress and you didn’t want to add to that.

Meanwhile, Spencer was still stuck at the correctional facility with the infamous Catherine Adams.

It had been 6 hours since your abduction and he was doing his best not to let it get to him. He was failing.

“I’m going to ask you again, where is Y/N?”

Cat continued to play the situation, she flat out refused to give Spencer anything. Making lies up along the way. It was her own form of twisted entertainment.

“Tell me the truth” he seethed.

Cat just meets his eye with that very same smirk she used every time he had to deal with her.

He couldn’t take it anymore, after everything she had done to him this takes the cake. He’d rather go through prison again then have you in this situation right now.

He slammed his hands down on the table, causing the women to jump. It was barely noticeable but he saw it.

“Tell me the truth!” Spencer raged, removing the obstacle that stood between them, with such force that it cracked the side wall.

Spencer lunges forward towards Cat who’s instinctively stands.

“Spence no!” JJ yells, pulling him back.

“She’s not worth it” she whispers but he couldn’t hear her.

He had to remove himself from this situation.

He rushes out into a spare room, roughly removing his tie that suddenly seemed to cut off his circulation.

It takes him a moment to control himself and tame his emotions enough to be able to go in there.

Time ticks on and the chances of finding you were falling rapidly, but Spencer refused to give up.

Eventually Cat slipped up and accidentally revealed the information he needed. Spencer had managed to get under her skin and out play her yet again.

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You don’t think you’d ever been so relieved when the BAU and SWAT barged through your capture room, taking the door off it’s hinges.

Your relief was short lived however, as you felt the cold barrel of a 44. at the side of your head.

You felt dizzy and your vision become blurred.

You couldn’t hear the words that was coming from both parties. You were more concerned at the tightening of your stomach. You had a feeling it wasn’t Braxton–Hicks this time.

“Spence? Spencer!” You call out in terror.

No, no, no the baby wasn’t due for another two weeks!

Your terror was enough to distract your captor and the arrest was clean. Spencer was immediately by your side, support your body weight as you slump against him. Another wave of pressure passes... and then your water broke.

“Spencer, this can’t be happening! I’m not due yet!”

He did his best to calm you, glad to have medics already available on site.

“Our baby wants to say hello, my love. Come on let’s go”

You time your contractions in the ride to the hospital as they begin to become more intense.

You felt sorry for Spencer who’s hand you gripped all the way there. He didn’t seem to mind, as he mumbled supportive terms in your ear while running his hand though your hair.

Eventually you had gotten all set up on the maternity ward but you still wasn’t dilated enough for an epidural so you had to sit and endure the pain the early stage of labour had to offer.

You were covered in sweat and on the verge of crying. You moan as more pain rises to the surface. You grab Spencer’s hand once more and begin to do your best to get though it.

“It hurts, spence it hurts!” You groan, your head flopping back onto the bed rest in protest.

“I know honey I know”

You didn’t mean to snap but you emotions where all over the place. You’d, just survived a kidnapping and now your in labour 2 weeks before your due date.

“No Spencer I don’t think you do, last time I checked this baby is coming out of me not you” you growled.

Night enters and you do your best to sleep but you just couldn’t. You knew the pain was only going to get worse.

“I don’t wanna do this anymore, I can’t do this spence!” You cry.

“Hey, hey, hey baby girl it’s okay, it’s okay. Come on you got this, deep breaths” he soothes. He hated seeing you in pain but you were doing amazing.

He slides onto the edge of the hospital bed and puts his hand on the bump.

“Come on, now little one, lets help mummy”

You wanted to smile at the sweet interaction but you couldn’t.

All you could focus on was the excruciating pain coursing though your body.

Around 2am you were finally prepared to have the epidural and boy did it help, especially as soon it was time to push.

After a few more hours of what felt like pure torture your little bundle of joy was welcomed into the world. You looked over at your boyfriend and apologised profusely, scared that you may of broken his hand, during the ordeal. He just kisses your forehead and the midwife allows him to cut the cord.

“It’s a boy” she informs you, which makes you to cry with happiness.

Your had a baby boy and he was healthy, despite the last 24 hours.

The small human lay on your chest, settling easily, as you lay watching, completely exhausted.

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The next morning, the team came to visit you and to see your son.

Penelope gushed over how adorable he was and how she had dibs on being godmother. She was delighted to find out that she had already been chosen. A surprise visit from Derek Morgan also happened and it was revealed that Spencer had chosen him to be the godfather.

You did your best to stay awake but the lack of sleep over the last few days was making it extremely difficult. You knew you should try to rest but you didn’t want to take your sights off your baby boy. You hadn’t even decided on a name yet, although you had a few strong contenders.

Spencer could tell you needed sleep. After shooing everyone away he ordered you to sleep. He took the boy and cradles him, to ensure he would still stay asleep.

“Oliver, I want to call him Ollie” you mumble before finally losing the battle to stay awake and your eye finally slid shut.

Oliver Lucas Reid.

Oliver for beauty and dignity and Lucas for being the new light in your lives.

While you were asleep the midwife did her rounds and checked up on everything. Spencer put his finger to his lips, indicating that you were resting as he held the baby. The midwife, nodded and smiled at the new family, being walking out of the room again.

Spencer couldn’t help but look at you and his son in awe. He couldn’t believe it. He was a father and he vowed to do right by you and his boy.

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Okay this is the final part of this series! I’m not sure about this one, I might end up re-writing this I’m not sure yet, but please let me kmow what you all think!

Hope you all like it, feedback is always welcome 💕✨

“Let’s have a baby” Part 3

Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Warnings - None, Fluff 💞

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You were not a fan of change, it gave you anxiety and this was no different. There was a multitude of changes now that you and Spencer had a baby around the house. While you were recovering in the hospital, Alvez and Simmons had turned the spare bedroom in the apartment into a nursery for your son.

A couple of days after your birth you were discharged from the hospital and allowed to return home. You’d be lying if you said the first couple of weeks weren’t difficult. You didn’t leave Olivier’s site and spent most of your time in the nursery, enjoying the rest of your maternity leave. Admittedly, at first you struggled being back in the same apartment you’d been abducted from but Spencer (who also requested time off) reassured you that you were safe.

You wasn’t sure what to do when Spencer told you he had time off but you were glad your weren’t alone.

“Spencer what if the team needs you?” You question, after he first told you. You’d just put Oliver down for a nap.

“You need me more” he had replied, kissing your forehead.

Just like you hadn’t left Oliver, Spencer hadn’t left your side. He knew about after birthing symptoms. He did immense research while you were resting in the hospital. When Ollie was settled and you had some time together he would massage your lower abdomen and always made sure you had a heating pad ready.

Your Lochia (after birth bleeding - like a heavy period) had also begun so Spencer made sure you were stocked up on maternity pads. He was also your emotional support system as your emotions were still running high and all over the place. You were exhausted and slightly overwhelmed. It didn’t help that your appetite was almost non existent, yet Spencer was an angel.

He helped as much as he could so that you could catch up on sleep and didn’t mind when you would accidentally snap over something small. Instead he would just pull you into a hug and tell you he understood.

Your heart wanted to burst with joy every time you saw Spencer interact with Ollie, you knew he would be an amazing father from the moment you saw him with Henry, yet there was something about him having his own baby that made you feel some sort of way.

Spencer wasn’t fazed by the cries, the late nights, early mornings and dirty diapers.

When he eventually returned to work, he would call you any chance that he got, making sure you were okay and soon you fell into a rhythm.

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It took some time for you to get used to Spencer not being around the house and your son had picked up on it to, even at 2 months. Spencer had Informed you that there was no current case and was just sifting through uncompleted paperwork.

You missed the team and decided to surprise everyone.

You packed up your “baby go bag” and place Ollie into his stroller.

Penelope was the first to see you step foot on the sixth floor and she squealed when she saw her godson

“Oh my god he’s gotten so big!”

You give her a tired smile as you watch her run over, her heels clicking on the hard floor.

JJ was next to see you, wondering what all the commotion was about and had almost the exact same reaction.

“How are you doing?” She asks.

“Tired but we are working it out aren’t we little man” you answer, picking him up as a small wail suddenly leaves his lips.

You weren’t sure if Spencer could sense if something was wrong with his boy or if it was just coincidence that he entered the bull pen at that moment.

“Y/N? What are you doing here, is everything okay?”

“We just came to say hello Spence” you rush to inform him, watching his concern vanish from his features.

“He needs feeding”

Spencer takes Ollie and orders you to go lay down on the sofa in the briefing room. You protest but he promises that he has this under control.

The BAU team was in awe when they saw how Spencer was with his son, just like you were.

He sat at his desk and cradles the small baby protectively, watching as he sucked on the bottle, emptying the contents.

The team couldn’t take their eyes off the resident genius as he enters the burping phase, his son clinging to him, He walked about the office, bouncing Ollie gently, tapping his back, encouraging him to burp while mumbling a one sided conversation.

You watched the scene from the briefing room, Spencer unaware.

“He’s amazing isn’t he” JJ announces as she enters the room with a blanket and pillow for you.

He truly was, you couldn’t help but think that this almost didn’t happen, your anxiety almost winning when you first found out, but you were happy that you followed through.

Sites like this made everything worth it and were hoping one day you and Spencer would be able to do it all over again, just without the kidnapping scenario obviously.

At the end of the day, you and Spencer lay in bed, Oliver sleeping peacefully. Spencer looks at you with a small grin on his face.

“You know, I wouldn’t mind trying to make baby number 2”

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Through It All

Part 35

Summary: Now married, Spencer & Y/N navigate the D/s lifestyle. How will their relationship change?

Words: 1,501

Warnings: Implication of smut at the end.

A/N: The last chapter of these two! I really hope you’ve enjoyed as much as I have.

After stepping out of the shower, you wrap a towel around yourself and scamper across the hallway. Spencer’s feeding the babies and preparing Charlotte’s breakfast before your day out.

On the bed lay your red cotton panties and wireless bra. With all the running around you’re going to be doing today, he wants you to be comfortable. You bite your lip and slip them on before stepping into the slightly ripped, black jeans he picked out. Completing the ensemble is an old t-shirt of his, a Metallica shirt that he’s had since he was in his 20s and he refuses to get rid of. He loves seeing you in his clothes.

Once your outfit is complete, you go back to the bathroom to dry your hair and put it up in a messy bun the way he instructed. “How are my babies doing this morning?” You ask, heading outside. Charlie is eating some cereal and milk and getting most of it on her pajamas. Thankfully, Spencer thinks two steps ahead and hasn’t gotten her dressed yet, knowing she’d get messy.

“Good, mommy,” Charlie says, wiping milk away with a napkin to her right. She’s starting to say an L sound rather than a W. She’s been practicing. “Morgan and Bllll-akey are messy.”

Pot meet kettle.

As soon as Charlie is finished eating, she drags you inside to help her pick out an outfit while Spencer changes diapers and picks out some outfits for the babies. It’s going to be an exhausting but fun-filled day. In addition to Ai and Kyle joining you later in the day, you’re getting together with the entire BAU for a picnic.

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On the way to the park, Charlie practically bounces in anticipation in her car seat. Morgan and Blake are content at the same time, which is a miracle and a blessing all in one. “Guess, who’s here Charlie?”

“Auntie Em and JJ and Penny and Tara!”

“Who else?” Spencer asks, glancing toward the wooden tables. Everyone’s brought food, save for you and Spencer. They all told you to take it easy. “Who else do you see?”

“Unc-le David and Matt and Luke and Aaron! And my cousins!”

“Everyone’s here!” He says, slapping his hands to the sides of his face like Edvard Munch’s ‘The Scream.’

As soon as you park the car, Spencer gets out to undo Charlotte’s seatbelt. She darts toward her seemingly never-ending group of aunts and uncles and cousins. She’s got all the love in the world. Grabbing Morgan and Blake in their carriers, you walk toward the rest of the group, embracing all in tired hugs. You jokingly fall asleep on Penelope’s shoulder. “How are all my little angels?” She says, grazing her finger against Blake’s cheek. “You tiring mommy and daddy out?”

“God, yes,” Spencer laughs, pulling her in for a hug before looking toward her right where Luke stood. “You’re treating her right, right?”

“Always,” he says, kissing Penelope’s temple.

Everyone starts to mingle and the twins get passed around from aunt to uncle and uncle to aunt. Even Jack, who Spencer just realizes in horror is now a teenager, takes a turn holding the babies. “You’re a teenager!” He says.

“Yea, Uncle Spencer. Time flies, huh?”

“You were this big two seconds ago!” He screams, sending everyone around you into a fit of laughter.

Aaron steps out from behind you with cold beers in hand for you. “Think of how I feel. I’m ancient.”

“You?” Rossi laughs. “I’m Methuselah! You’re all fetuses.”

Charlotte runs around with Matt’s brood of babies and Michael on the playground, while Henry and Jack hang around with the adults. Occasionally, the younger kids pull them in to play, and none of the adults are safe either. At one time or another everyone, Emily, JJ, Will, Penelope, Luke, Tara, Matt, Kristy, Aaron, David, Krystal, you name it, the kids insist they play.

Although it doesn’t seem like anyone is having an awful time. David in his glory as the doting grandpa, wrangling all the kids and chasing them around with the rest of the team while you, Spencer, Matt, Kristy, JJ and Will just relax at the park benches. “So how are you guys doing?” Will drawls, a knowing smile upon his face. “How’re three babies treating you?”

“So tired,” you say, sprawling out over Spencer’s lap. He playfully grabs your butt and you wiggle. “Happy, but sleepy.” You point toward Matt and Kristy in awe. “How do you do it? Five babies.”

“You just do it. What? You and Spencer aren’t going for your own soccer team too?”

Spencer shakes his head. “I don’t know if we can handle it. Three is downright exhausting.”

“Never say never,” you laugh.

“Oh, really?” His eyes light up. You love seeing that light, knowing you and your family together put it there. “Maybe one more. We’ll see.”

“Play it by ear,” you reply. “Definitely not for a little while though. What about you Matt? JJ? Are we planning on adding any more to the BAU bundle?”

JJ holds her finger to lip before pointing toward her stomach.

“No!” Spencer whispers. “Really?”

“Really. Last one though. Three is enough.”

After all Spencer and the team had been through together, it was wonderful to see them so relaxed, getting the life they deserved. While the team plays with the kids, you set up all the food they brought. It all looks delicious. Cakes, cookies, chips, side salads, burgers and hot dogs, which you’ll cook on the portable grill Rossi brought with him.

“Hey, Rossi!” Spencer calls. “You’ve got a lot of grilling to do. Come on over.”

As Rossi runs over, Air and Kyle pull up and get out of the car, surveilling all the people on the playground. “Are these all you two?” Kyle laughs, shaking Spencer’s hand.

“Yea, let me introduce you.” One by one, Spencer introduces his former teammates, their spouses, their kids. “This is my work family. The ones holding Blake and Morgan are Emily Prentiss and Tara Lewis. Everyone these are the twins’ birth parents, Ai and Kyle.”

Of course, they’re welcomed with open arms and all the aunts and uncles assure Ai and Kyle that they’re so loved here. “We can tell,” Ai says softly. “It was hard giving them up. But we wouldn’t have chosen any differently. We love being able to see them.”

Emily and Tara passed the babies along to Ai and Kyle. “You two are getting so big!”

Before you know it, day turns to night, street lights illuminating the playground where all the kids are finally starting to lose some steam. Ai and Kyle give the babies some kisses before heading off to eat, take a nap and then study all night long. “Thank you,” Ai says. “We’ll never be able to thank you enough.”

You press your hand to the side of her cheek, Blake sitting comfortably on your hip. “You don’t have to thank us.”

Once they’re off, the rest of the BAU leaves one by one, hugs and kisses all around until it’s only you, Spencer, Luke and Penelope left. “You two need any help getting home?” Luke asks.

Spencer shakes his head, eyes closed and practically asleep on two feet. “Us? No way. We’re experts now.”

“Stop growing, okay?” Penelope calls back as they walk toward their car. “You’re all getting too big.”

“Think of how I feel!” You laugh. Looking down to where the babies lay in their carriers, to where Charlotte ambles alongside her father, clutching on to her daddy’s pant leg, you smile to yourself. Almost immediately after Spencer puts Charlotte in her car seat, she falls asleep, the babies having passed out long before. “You have a fun day?”

Nodding, Spencer leans toward you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “Yea, I did. I’m tired. But there’s no one else I’d rather be tired with.”

“Same,” you whisper. “Wanna get the babies in bed and cuddle on the couch?”

“Sounds heavenly.”

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At home, Morgan and Blake do little but squirm as you change their diapers and slip them into their pajamas. You sing a sweet melody as they stir before passing out again. As you approach Charlotte’s room, you hear Spencer reading to her. Even though she’s barely awake, she insists on being read to every night. “Goodnight, my little flower,” he whispers, pushing himself carefully up from the bed, ensuring he doesn’t wake her.

“Sweet dreams, Charlie.”

Leaning into Spencer, you both shuffle toward the couch and collapse into a heap of exhausted laughter. He pulls you to his side and starts to run his fingers through your hair. “How are you doing?” He asks, pressing his lips to your forehead. “Comfortable?”

“In our dynamic? Yea, absolutely. I think we’ve found a good balance.” Through babies, marriage, everything. “I love you so much.”

Spencer whispers, lazily tugging you onto his lap and smiling against your neck. “I love you more. No matter what, okay?”

“No matter what.”

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Through It All

Part 22

Summary: Now married, Spencer & Y/N navigate the D/s lifestyle. How will their relationship change?

Words: 1,457

Warnings: Breath play with a belt, p in v, doggy style.

A/N: My next entry for @cm-kinkbingo​ run by my beautiful girlfriend @heycasbutt. This fills my breath play square.

Over the course of the next few weeks, you and Spencer talk a lot about how you want to expand your family. The more you think about, the more sure you are in your decision, but bringing it up to Spencer as a finality is a little nerve-wracking. Again, you have no idea why. You know exactly how Spencer will react.

Charlotte is just a week shy of her first birthday. It’s astounding that she’s already growing into this whole little person. As Spencer cuts up some scrambled egg and banana (her favorites), you decide to bring it up. “So you wanted to know how I felt about another pregnancy versus adoption and told me to take my time, right?”

“Yea,” he replies, almost buoyantly. Your relationship with him, your family -  it’s his pride and joy. If it weren’t for the fact that you were tired as all hell right after Charlotte was born, he would’ve had your desired three children all at once. Honestly, you would have too. “Have you decided?”

Nodding, you wait until he turns around, lovingly placing some food down on Charlie’s high-chair. “As much as I loved being pregnant, I think for my self-image and the fact that I’ve always wanted to adopt, I want to go with adoption. That okay?” You ask, nibbling on your lip. You know it is. You know Spencer. But something deep in the back of your head always worries. You’re a work in progress.

Spencer dips down to kiss you, whispering softly in response. “More than okay. Now we have to look into adoption agencies.” His easy, excited smile makes you feel a million times better in an instant. “What about closed or open adoption?”

“As long as the parent or parents want to be involved, I’m okay with that to an extent. Like I wouldn’t want them visiting once a week because that would be confusing to the baby as they grow, I feel, but like texting them updates and meeting up with them every so often I would be fine with. You?”

Thankfully, he feels the same way.

While Charlotte eats, the two of you talk more about what adoption means for your family. Especially when it comes to being chosen. Sometimes it’s months, sometimes it’s a lot more than that. On top of that, open adoptions come with more complications. Since the birth mother chooses the adoptive family, there’s the possibility that she will change her mind at the last second, so it’s a reality you have to come to terms with, no matter how difficult.

With orange juice for toasting, you clink your glasses. “To baby number two.”

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The tenseness that settled into your shoulders during all this finally dissipates once a decision is reached. And it feels amazing. Even though it took almost the entire year to feel comfortable in your skin again, in your relationship with Spencer, as both his wife and his sub, you’re feeling confident in all aspects of your life. You’re not a perfect mother, but no one is. You’re not a perfect wife, but what is perfect and perfect is bullshit. And as a sub, you are as fulfilled as you’ve ever been.

“What’s so funny?” Spencer asks.

After putting Charlotte down to sleep for the night, you climb into bed and snuggle into Spencer. Whenever he reads to you, there’s nothing to worry about. Everything going through your brain comes to a full stop. “Nothing, I’m just happy. Finding our routine with Charlotte around has been difficult and it’s taken me about a year to stop looking in the mirror and putting so much stock in what I see, and I just...feel good.”

Slipping a bookmark in between the pages (more for you than him because he can always remember exactly where you left off down to the word), he places it back on the bedside table. “Want me to make you feel really good?” He asks rhetorically, knowing your answer. “Because I’ve got an idea.”

You lie back and pull the t-shirt you’re wearing over your head. Your attention is focused completely on him as he reaches down to the side of the bed to grab his belt. At first you think you’re in for a spanking and your pussy starts to quiver, but then he wraps it gently around your throat and you just give yourself over to him.

Playing around with the belt has happened before, but Spencer practiced on himself first, wrapping the belt around his own throat so he could make sure he wouldn’t be hurting you or impeding your ability to breathe more than you wanted him to. As the leather slipped gently around your neck, you gave yourself over to him and shut down all mental faculties. “On your hands and knees.”

Doing as he instructs, you rest your head against the soft blanket and whimper when he tugs on the free end of the belt. You push back into him, searching for him, but his hand remains still and the belt keeps you in place. “Does my little slut like putting her life in my hands?”

“Yes, Sir.” There’s something about knowing implicitly that Spencer could end your life right here and now but wanting to do the exact opposite that allows you that release, the ability to literally give over all semblance of control. “I trust you.”

He bends down and kisses the small of your back, every word he could possibly say rolled up into that one gesture. When he yanks on the belt again, gently bringing you into an all-fours position, your mouth drops open and you arch your back, shaking your ass a little for him. Spencer smacks your ass and grunts in appreciation, pulling you back against his still clothed length. “How badly do you want my cock?”

“So badly, Sir,” you whine, bucking back into him. “Please use me. I want you to. I need you to.”

Eyeing you hungrily, he bites the corner of his lip and lets the belt fall to the bed. “Show me while I undress and then I’ll give you what you need.”

While he hooks his thumbs into his sweats and pulls them down, you move your ass up and down on his length, feeling the hardening length of him press against your skin. Every move makes you more and more wet. Without thinking, Spencer bucks his own hips forward; he’s close and yet so far. Quickly, he moves backward off the bed. He can’t get his pants off fast enough.

Climbing back onto the mattress, you feel the dip and let out a slow, guttural moan when he pushes inside you with one swift movement. “Fuck,” you breathe. “Fuck me, Spence.”

When his grip tightens on the belt, you’re slack-jawed, tuning everything around you out. You don’t want to think anything. You don’t want to see anything. You don’t want to hear anything. All you want to do is feel. His cock sliding in and out of you. Your arousal slipping down your leg. The tension on the belt around your throat cutting off just the right amount of air.

Every feeling starts to sharpen. You feel fuller and the belt tightens more. Air is minimal but none of that matters because you feel like you could float among the fucking stars. As you fall over the edge, Spencer tightens the belt again, helping pull you into the hypnotizing trance for just a little while longer.

When Spencer pulls out and comes onto your ass, you’re still quivering, hot and cold switching places in rolling succession. “God, I love belts,” you giggle softly as he pulls it off and tosses it back on the floor. He gathers you into his arms and clumsily crosses the mattress on his knees to set you back down on the pillows. He comes to lie behind you with every inch of him against your back. Both of you can’t help but yawn. In his arms, comfort lulls you to sleep.

---

The next day after you both got back from work and began preparing dinner, you flip open your laptop and start searching out adoption agencies in DC and Maryland and Virginia. You and Spencer take turns cooking and seeking out agencies, discussing each one and trying to figure out which one is the best fit for you. “What about this one?” Spencer asks, slipping a piece of banana into Charlotte’s mouth. “Cradle of Hope.”

You shut the stove off and sit in Spencer’s lap, glancing at the website and reading their about page. “Wanna call tomorrow?” You ask, smiling at Charlotte mashing a banana on her high-chair.

“Yes, please. I think Charlie needs a brother or sister.”

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Through It All

Part 32

Summary: Now married, Spencer & Y/N navigate the D/s lifestyle. How will their relationship change?

Words: 1,507

Warnings: Subby Spencer, cock cages, orgasm denial, 

A/N: The next entry for @cm-kinkbingo​ run by my beautiful girlfriend @heycasbutt​. This fulfills my cock cages square.

Ironically enough it’s you that settles into your new routine fairly easily. Spencer is the one having a hard time adjusting. As per usual, he’s teaching an insane number of classes (probably due to the fact that you’re now working part time so you can spend more time at home) and trying to be a present father to a nearly three-year-old toddler and two four and a half month old babies. It’s a lot to handle.

After grading papers one night, finishing up just as you get the kids to bed, Spencer turns to you in desperation. “I’m losing it,” he says matter of factly, laughing at how exasperated he sounds.

Giggling, you walk up behind him and bend down, wrapping your arms around him, your fingers trailing the little bit of chest hair peeking out from his shirt. “What can I do for you, love?”

“I want you to help me shut my brain off.” He hesitates, clearly having an idea of his own, but decides to put the ball in your court. “Have anything in mind?”

“I do,” you say, whispering in his ear. “Remember that cock cage I bought? Wanna experiment?”

Even after all you’ve done and all you’ve seen of each other, physically and emotionally, he still blushes. “What were you thinking?”

Twirling around to sit in his lap, you tell about all the research you’ve been doing in case he’d ever want to venture down this road. “Nothing much for tonight. Just locking you up and seeing how you like it. If you do like it, we can play around with your wearing it for an increasing amount of time over a couple of days. And then if you still like it, I have an idea for what we can do next week.” Your eyes gleam with the picture in your head and it makes Spencer laugh.

“Sounds good to me.” You pull him up by his shirt and drag him toward the bedroom, kissing him all the way before you turn around to search through the closet, finally finding what you’re looking for.

“We need a locked chest for this stuff now. I DO NOT want Charlotte exploring through our things and finding this,” you laugh.

“Oh, fuck no.” Spencer falls back onto the bed from laughing so hard, only ceasing his laughter when you clear your throat, the cage in hand. “Oh, that does look scary. But I’m intrigued.”

Getting it on and secure is...a feat. But you manage. “You’ll wear it until we go to bed in a couple hours. And if you like it, then you’ll put it on tomorrow as soon as you come home.”

“Mmmhmm,” he says, mumbling into your mouth as you press a chaste kiss on his lips. Don’t want him getting worked up right now.

“Now go fold laundry while I do the dishes.” You slap his leg playfully.

“Yes, ma’am,” he laughs.

After finishing up in the kitchen, you find Spencer in your room putting away clothes, but as he moves to grab a hanger from the closet, he stops, stilling himself and taking a deep breath. “You okay?” You ask.

Spencer nods. “Just umm...trying to control myself,” he laughs softly. “This is going to be harder than I thought.”

“You’re in for a rough week,” you reply.

---

Over the next few days, Spencer returns home and immediately puts on the cage, asking you periodically if he can take it off and touch himself, to which you consistently reply no. It’s on day five that you challenge him to wear it to his late night class.

He texts you later while his class is taking a test. “This is hard.” His text states simply.

“What? Your cock? Or wearing the cage?” You smile to yourself as the three bubbles indicate his reply.

“Both. Can I please, please come when I get home? It’s been five days and I want to explode.”

You tease him so more, telling him that he’s gone longer without an orgasm before.

“Yes, but I was physically restricted from doing so! Please?!”

“Mayyyybe.”

A few hours later, he returns home, practically begging on his hands and knees. Sitting down and tugging him up onto the couch next to you, you comb your hand through his soft brown hair, reveling in the desperation that lurks in his eyes. “How about this? I give you one more test. You pass, you come. You don’t pass, you don’t come for another two days?”

Spencer’s eyes go dark, you can tell his dominant side is fighting with the lack of control, but he does want this and he knows you do too. “What’s the test?”

“After we get the kids to bed tonight, I put a timer on my phone. If you can make me come, with just your tongue, in under three minutes, I’ll take that cage off you and suck your soul out through your cock. If it takes you more than three minutes, I still get to come and you have to wait two days.”

With a strained yet gleeful smile, Spencer gives you a kiss. “You’re on. Meanie.”

“So mean.”

Thankfully for Spencer, it’s easy getting Charlotte, Morgan and Blake to bed. You place Blake down and quickly pull out your phone, setting a timer and showing it to Spencer as he gently lays Morgan down on the soft crib mattress.

Quietly but quickly, your desperate-as-all-hell husband yanks on your hand, practically throwing you over his shoulder as he runs toward the bedroom. When he throws you down on the bed, you screech with laughter, muffling the sounds with your hand as Spencer yanks your pajama pants down and off, flinging them against the wall. He removes his pants and you see him straining against the cage. It can’t be comfortable. His hair is a mess, his eyes are almost black with lust and he looks like a maniac, but you both laugh through it all. “Hit that timer. Because it’s happening.”

As soon as your finger hits the timer, Spencer wraps his arms around your legs and pulls you toward the end of the bed so your ass is sitting at the edge.

“Hands behind your back, Sir. I said no hands.”

Although he’s losing his mind, he knows what it takes to make you scream, starting out slowly, his tongue swirling around your clit, teeth scraping, lips pursing. His shoulders are tense with the pressure of keeping his hands behind his back. But he manages, watching as the numbers tick down on the timer. As soon as it hits two minutes, he licks stripes up your pussy from ass to clit, nipping at you with his teeth along the way.

You buck into his mouth, whimpering when he almost buries himself in you, tongue wildly fucking into you. “Fuck, so good, Spence. You’ve only got 45 seconds left. But I have faith.”

Growling into you, Spencer pushes himself into you still, the tip of his nose putting pressure on your clit as his tongue thrashes from side to side. He smiles when you grab his hair, your legs clamping down around him. “Good boy,” you say huskily.

You grasp his face in your hands and pull him toward you, tonguing into his mouth. “Sit. You’ve been a good boy.”

Spencer does as he told and collapses back, his cock twitching at the slightest touch as you remove the cage. You drop to your knees between his legs and move from domme to sub once again with ease, looking lovingly up at him as you speak. “Would you like to use my mouth, Sir? I think you’ve earned it.”

Grunting, he grabs your head and demands you open your mouth. When he thrusts up into your mouth, you gag and laugh, which only makes him more crazed. His hands are firm, keeping your head in place while he uses your mouth, his thrusts so erratic that he stands up and pushes your head against the dresser, each thrust softly knocking your head into the wood behind you. “Going to come down that little throat. You going to swallow it like a good little slut?”

The moment you mumble your answer around him, he seizes above you, the tangy taste of him hitting the back of your throat. Gulping it down, you look up and smile. His look of pure relief is everything you wanted for him when you started this whole thing a week ago. All that exists in his mind is you and the warm heat of your mouth. Maybe he knows your name and his, but that’s about it.

Pulling off him with a satisfied pop, you stand up and wrap your arms around his neck, giving him a kiss. “So, did I help you shut your brain off?”

Spencer smiles, his voice unable to say what his brain wants.

“You want to use that again some time?” You ask, eyeing the cage on the floor.

He answers with an emphatic yes.

Success.

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[dontshootmespence]

Through It All

Part 18

Summary: Now married, Spencer & Y/N navigate the D/s lifestyle. How will their relationship change?

Words: 1,247

Warnings: Dildos, double penetration, blow jobs, fingering, orgasms.

A/N: My first entry for @cm-kinkbingo run by my beautiful girlfriend @heycasbutt​. This fulfills may glory holes square.

Today, your little 8-month-old dumpling is with your parents so that you and Spencer can have a day off together. Very early on in your relationship, Spencer had approached you with the idea of glory holes. As in going somewhere that you could safely partake in such a thing. He had this idea of watching you, the depraved lengths you’d go to for him, as it was something he’d done with a previous sub nearly 10 years earlier.

When he first brought up the idea, you’d had an immediate reaction to it - your legs turning to jelly at the thought of sucking however many cocks Spencer wanted you to. Once the idea came up again, he said he had reservations (since he wasn’t great at sharing) but that you could play it by ear.

After considerable research and asking around in the BDSM circle, you settle on a place that has a good reputation. Very clean. Everyone’s very respectful about the dirty, disgusting things you do together, playing by the rules and indulging each other’s darker sides. Spencer opens the car door for you, hands a bit shaky, and you ride to the place in silence.

Although originally the idea excited you, and to a degree it still does, the practicality of it is something else. In reality, you’re pretty sure you don’t want any other man but Spencer; disappointing him is a possibility, and you don’t want that, but you refuse to push yourself beyond your limits either. Spencer wouldn’t want you to do that.  

Spencer pulls up to the place and parks the car, nervously exchanging a glance with you. Just as you go to speak, he does too.

“I’m not sure about this.”

“I don’t wanna do this.”

Both of you speak at the same time and you laugh. It actually makes you a little emotional. “I don’t wanna suck anyone’s cock other than yours,” you reply as you caress his cheek.

“In my head it sounds great, but I don’t want to see you do that either. I just...didn’t want to disappoint you. I remember you liking the idea.”

Relief floods over you. “The idea, yea. But thinking about it makes me a little-” You flutter your fingers in front of you a bit. “Eh, you know?”

“So no?” He asks hopefully.

“Yea, let’s go home.”

On the drive back, your nerves steady out. “Hey, Spence,” you start just as he opens the door to the apartment. “I think I have an idea. A good substitute for us.”

“Tell me.”

“Can I show you?”

His eyes blow wide with lust as he nods, following you to the bedroom where you dig into your chest of toys. Occasionally, before Spencer retired from the BAU, he’d have you use a dildo that you could stick onto the wall or the bathtub, and he’d watch you fuck yourself on it.

“What if we stick this to the wall, and you can fuck my throat and fuck me into it?”

Spencer swallows hard and dips down to bite your lip, quickly stripping you out of your clothing and pushing you down to the floor on your hands and knees. “Sounds like the perfect plan to me. Why haven’t we done that?”

He grasps your chin in his hand and tongues at your mouth before crawling behind you to affix the dildo to the wall in a comfortable position. Once he has it right, he pushes you back onto it, watching with rapt attention it pushes past your swollen lips. This idea was percolating in your mind the entire way home, so you were more than ready to go without any additional preparation.

The dildo sits snugly inside you and Spencer comes back up to kneel in front of you, pulling his cock free of his jeans, which he tugs down and lets fall around his knees. At first, he teases you, slapping his cock against your tongue. He’s heavy and full. When he bucks forward, allowing you little kitten licks to the head of his cock, you lurch forward, desperate to get your lips around him.

You love the way he laughs at your desperation. Continuing his torture, he finally gives in when it becomes too much for both of you. He cradles your head and guides his cock into your mouth. His tenderness combined with his sure hand drives you crazy. As you flatten your tongue against the underside of his cock, you moan at the taste. He doesn’t taste like anything, but he tastes like Spencer.

Groaning around him, you push yourself back and forth and take as much of his cock as you can, immediately thrusting backward onto the dildo with equal force. Under hooded eyes, you can see a smile pulling at his lips as he watches you struggle. You want to have all of him and feel the fullness of the dildo, but moving back and forth only gives you one at a time. Oh the struggles of a needy submissive.

Towering over you, he shuffles forward on his knees and sends you back into the wall. “How’s that, love? Full pussy and a full mouth?”

In appreciation, you mumble around him and roll your tongue over and around his cock before he slides down your throat. With each pass of his cock, your pussy tightens around the plastic dildo, molding to each smooth, veiny inch. Spencer grunts above you, losing himself in the feel of your throat.

When he starts to pick up the pace, you gag around him. But you don’t fight it, you just allow the sound of it to pull you further into the trance he has you in.

“Such a good girl,” he breathes. “Stay right where you are. Don’t move.”

Happily, you still yourself and let Spencer use you, the force of his thrusts impaling you on the instrument behind you.

“If I touched you right now, how wet would you be?” He asks with a teasing tone. He loves the fact that you can’t answer because your mouth is full. “I can see it in your eyes. You’re soaked. Because you’re a little slut that likes to have her holes filled.”

Eyes sparkling with fresh tears, you smile around him, groaning around him when he muscles spasm and he comes down your throat with a raspy cry. After swallowing him down, you immediately peel yourself off the dildo and roll over on your back, sliding his cock against your tongue as you grab his hand and bring it to your pussy. “See how wet that made me, Sir?”

As he slides his fingers in and out of you, you continue to tease his cock. He’s overly sensitive, hissing with pleasure at each swipe of your tongue. “Sir, please shove your cock down my throat while I come?”

Spencer sucks in air through his teeth, trembling as he slides himself into your mouth and continues teasing you, ghosting his fingers over your folds and slipping his fingers in just enough before removing them again. Pulling his hand away, he rubs back and forth over your clit with a ferocity he doesn’t normally embrace. Your body lurches into his hand just as he slides down your throat. As your orgasm washes over you, your throat tightens, ripping a growl from your husband’s mouth.

“Fucking hell, Y/N. How do you do that?”

Laughing, you kiss the head of his cock. “I had a wonderful trainer, Sir.”

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[dontshootmespence]

Through It All

Part 25

Summary: Now married, Spencer & Y/N navigate the D/s lifestyle. How will their relationship change?

Words: 1,362

Warnings: Face-sitting, anal sex.

A/N: My first entry for @cm-kinkbingo​​ run by my beautiful girlfriend @heycasbutt. This fills my anal sex square.

Eighteen months must mean some kind of a growth spurt, because Charlotte is all over the apartment now. Any chance she gets, she follows you and Spencer around, knocking things over and pulling out plugs from walls just because she’s discovered she can. Not that there aren’t wonderful things to go along with the crazy, but she’s much more active now.

Between her growing into the tiny little human she is, work and finishing up adoption classes, you and Spencer haven’t had a ton of time for each other and it’s starting to wear on you both. On top of that, an expecting mother had chosen to meet with you and picked you for adoption only to back out two weeks later, which left you both feeling on edge. Every adoption agent says “don’t get attached,” but it’s practically an inevitability and having her back hit you hard.

But you plow forward. After miraculously getting Charlotte to bed, you and Spencer decide to snuggle on the couch. He’s wearing a pair of gray sweatpants sitting snugly on his hips. Slipping one of his oversized t-shirts over your head you follow him outside and nestle yourself underneath his arm, resting your head against the broad expanse of his chest.

“Spence?”

He shudders and you look up to see him staring off into his own little world.

You call him again.

“Yea?”

“You okay?” You ask. “I just called your name and you got all spacey.”

“Sorry, just- this. It’s hard. I wanted that baby.”

Heat builds up behind your eyes. “Me too. I just keep telling myself that that baby wasn’t meant to be ours. Another one is.”

“I want Charlie to have a brother or sister.” This time when his mind began to wander, you could tell he was thinking of Charlie playing around with a younger sibling. “Sooner rather than later.”

“She will.” You place your hand against his chest and slowly begin to maneuver yourself into his lap, your knees coming to rest on either side of his legs. “Is there anything I can help you with in the meantime?” His smirk mirrors your own as his hands slip up your thighs. “Maybe we can try something we haven’t before.” You trail off and watch him think it over. There isn’t a whole lot that you haven’t tried that you still want to, but then it clicks.

You lean into him and grind ever so softly against his straining erection, whimpering when his fingers skirt the edge of your panties and slip around the curves of your ass. One hand slides up the small of your back as he kisses you, his teeth tugging gently on your bottom lip. “Let’s go inside. I have an idea.”

Chuckling, you follow behind him, jump on the bed and make quick work of your panties, throwing them to the side just as Spencer finds what he’s looking for - the dildo you attached to the wall a while ago. “Wouldn’t want my little girl to go without an empty hole now would we?”

“No, Sir.” Two fingers swipe against your slick entrance, pushing inside without any resistance. “Want a taste?”

Spencer moves faster than you’ve ever seen him before. It makes you laugh so loud you’re afraid you’ll wake Charlotte. “Don’t make me scream. We don’t wanna wake her.”

“That’s on you not to be noisy,” he teased, wrapping his hands around your thighs to bring your pussy toward his eager, hungry mouth. “Rest your legs on my shoulders.”

In this position, your legs are wrapped fairly tightly around his head and although it’s ridiculous you’re always afraid of suffocating him. But in his words, “if that’s how I die so be it.” Before you can say anything, he licks all the way from your ass to your clit, flicking his tongue against it to send you bucking into his mouth. “Let go, if I die here. I die here. Just don’t tell anyone how I went,” he laughs.

Your snort turns into a whine as his thumb and forefinger and spread your pussy open for him. In preparation, you reach into the nightstand and grab the lube, laying it down near your ass.

He groans into you. “Someone’s eager.”

“Need all my little holes filled.” Spencer’s pupils blow wide and it’s all the high you need. “Wanna fuck my ass, Sir?”

Without a word, he grabs your hand and pulls it down to your pussy, motioning for you to touch yourself while he reaches for the lube. He applies a generous amount in his hands and begins massaging around the tight ring of muscle. You’ve prepared for this with other instruments. Especially your favorite plug. But this is the first time you’ll be doing it without toys. As his other hand strokes up and down his cock, he sees you tense. “What’s our word?”

“Red, Sir.”

“I’ll go slow.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

When he nudges the head of his cock against your ass you grab the sheets and still yourself. For a moment, there’s pressure, and then the slightest hint of pain, but it’s nothing you can’t handle or haven’t handled before. And then he’s inside you, slow and gentle thrusts allowing further and further in each time.

Reaching back, you grab the headboard and open your eyes, watching as Spencer’s mouth drops open. “Fuck, your ass is so tight.” Without looking, he reaches for the dildo and slips it between you. “Once I slip this inside you, you’ll be even tighter. I might lose my mind.”

“But what a way to go, right?”

You whimper as the dildo slips inside you, building up the pressure you feel. The mixture of pleasure and pain is eye-watering. Spencer teases you - your dripping pussy providing more lube as he picks up the pace of his thrusts. “How’s it feel, baby?”

“So tight, Sir. I-I-” The words won’t form as he thrusts again, almost to the hilt this time. “Just...fuck my ass. Please. I need it.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m a slut that needs to have my holes filled, Sir.” You push up with your palms and use it as leverage to fuck yourself onto him. “Feels so big. So tight.”

Spencer grunts, watching himself slide in and out of you before bending down to kiss you. With his body almost flush against yours and his cock in your ass, his body presses the dildo deeper and deeper inside your sodden pussy. “God, Y/N, you’re so tight,” he breathes against your neck.

Each movement made your body tighten, coil in anticipation of your nearing release. His fingers scraped up and down your arms and across your chest and stomach, leaving no part of you untouched. “Not gonna last,” he breathes.

“Come for me, Sir. Please. Fuck me harder.”

Spencer reaches up with one hand and clasps yours, white-knuckling the headboard with the other as he picks up speed. Mouth agape, you whine and beg him over and over again to come for you. When he finally cries out and shudders above you, you feel your body seize and your eyes roll back in ecstasy. “Fuck!”

His lips crash into yours, silencing your cries as he slowly pumps into your ass. “Fucking hell, Y/N,” he laughs, carefully pulling out and turning to grab a towel. With his free hand, he wipes the hair out of his eyes and turns to see your cheeks flushed red. “You okay?”

“More than. That was. Mmm. Yea. I could put that into the rotation if you know what I mean. Little messy though.”

Pulling you close by the small of your back, he kisses down the side of your neck. “How about we go shower it off? Get all sudsy.”

“Fantastic idea. We’ll only do this when Charlie’s asleep.”

With a few strides of his long legs, he gets up and picks you up bridal style to carry you to the shower. In the bathroom, a lightbulb goes off in his head. “Wait, maybe we can do this in the shower! Two for one?”

“Sexy times and no mess?” You exclaim. “You’re such a genius.”

He snorts. “I know.”

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Through It All

Part 16

Summary: Now married, Spencer & Y/N navigate the D/s lifestyle. How will their relationship change?

Words: 892

Warnings: FLUFF

A/N: No kink! Fluffy baby stuff!

Six months! How the fuck is she six months old already? It simultaneously feels like she was born ages ago and like it was just yesterday. On weekend days now, you take turns sleeping late. You have Saturday, he has Sunday or vice versa.

The rich, swirling scent of coffee wakes you up and you turn to your nightstand to see a steaming cup sitting there. Out in the kitchen, you hear the muffled cacophony of clanging dishes and Charlotte’s beautiful babbling. She can’t talk yet, but she’s starting to look at you and attempt speech, which is so fucking cool. If time allowed, you’d sit there day after day and have nonsensical conversations with her.

A sip of coffee slinks down your throat, pulling a contented sigh from deep within you. Coffee is the perfect creation of the gods; there’s no denying it. As you set the coffee on the side table, Spencer barges in. “You have to come outside!”

“What’s the matter?” You ask, popping up from the bed quicker than you thought possible. Is something wrong? Is she projectile vomiting like the Exorcist? “Is she okay?”

“She’s fine.” He smiles wide and points down the hallway to where Charlotte is sitting. “Look!”

Your tiny little angel is sitting all on her own without any support at all and you almost want to cry. “Look at you!” Running down the hallway, you drop to sit right in front of her. “Charlotte, you’re sitting all by yourself! You’re such a big girl!”

“Mmmmmmblehblah.”

“You don’t say?!”

Spencer slips behind you and back into the kitchen, sliding some bacon and eggs onto plates for the both of you. “Come eat before everything gets cold.”

When you go to stand, Charlotte starts to cry, so you pick her up and perch her on your hip, eating one-handed; you’ve become a pro in that department. From across the table, Spencer makes faces at Charlotte. Her little laugh is quite possibly the best thing you’ve ever heard. “Duh, duh, da-da.”

Both your eyes light up. “Say what?” Spencer asks. “Did you just say something?”

“Dada!” Charlotte exclaims, flapping her arms up and down. “Dada! Dada! Dada!”

Spencer discards his food and practically lunges across the table to take your now incessantly babbling into his arms. “You said, Dada!” There are tears in his eyes, and that’s what gets you. You start to bawl like, well, like a baby.

Now Charlotte’s confused, but she knows your reactions are good and keeps going. “Dada, dada, dada!”

“Yea, baby, it’s dada,” he replies, grabbing her tiny little hand in between his thumb and forefinger. He presses a kiss to her fingers, a tear rolling down his cheek.

These are the moments you live for.

--

Adjusting to baby life has been exceedingly difficult and equally rewarding, especially in times like these when she’s hitting milestones left and right. Dada is her only real word, but she babbles like crazy; you can tell she’s going to be a rambler like her dad, and you love it. She can switch from lying on her back to her belly and back again. She sits by herself. She’s gonna start getting into everything soon.

Honestly, that’s kind of terrifying.

With another semester starting soon, Spencer’s nerves are a little raw, so you decide to take Charlotte to the park. The scent of freshly mown grass wafts through the air as you step onto the dirt path near the still lake. A blue sky above boasts few clouds and the breeze is just enough to keep you comfortable.

As you walk, a few passersby become enamored with Charlotte and stop to say hello, but for the most part, you and Spencer get to walk in silence, taking turns pushing her in her carriage. She’s asleep and it’s such a gorgeous day out you decide to sit at the lake’s edge and talk it all in.

Spencer decides to channel your dating days, reciting some of your favorite poetry while you sit in his lap, his back up against a sturdy tree trunk. You get lost in it and nearly 45 minutes pass before you check on Charlotte, his wide-eyed and awake, her head craned toward where you were sitting, like she was listening.

While you take Charlotte out of her carriage to feed her, Spencer takes a blanket he’d stashed underneath the stroller (to your surprise) and lays it out flat, tossing you an apple he’d picked up a few days earlier. “Tummy time?” He says to her excitedly.

After burping her, Spencer lays her on the blanket and claps happily as she turns herself front to back and back to front over and over again. Then she looks between you, sitting across from each other, and doesn’t know which way to go. “Where are you going, my little flower?” He asks. “Me or Mommy?”

Much to your surprise, she begins to push herself up by her arms, wiggling her back end in an attempt to crawl. It’s a little clumsy, but she’s managing. “You’re crawling! How are you this big already?”

“Can we make it stop?” You ask, a tear falling down your cheek. “She’s growing too fast.”

As she crawls into Spencer’s arms, he laughs, kissing her cheek before replying. “If only. We just have to savor her infancy while it lasts.”

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Through It All

Part 19

Summary: Now married, Spencer & Y/N navigate the D/s lifestyle. How will their relationship change?

Words: 1,003

Warnings: Special visitors!

A/N: FLOOF.

Spencer turns over and wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his back as sleep begs for you to return for just a little longer. “Don’t forget, Derek and Savannah are coming to visit today,” Spencer mumbles.

“I know,” you reply. As much as you want to go back to sleep, you’re looking forward to seeing them. The last time you saw them was just before Charlotte was born, and between babies and distance the phone was all you had to stay in touch. Spencer’s been looking forward to this for ages. “Wanna go tackle diaper and clothing changes together?”

Like zombies, you both rise from the bed and stumble into Charlotte’s nursery, but the moment you see her sitting up in her crib with an enormous smile on her face, you can’t help but wake up a little bit more. “Hello, my little flower,” Spencer says softly, picking her up and placing her on the changing table. “You sleep okay?”

Neither of you woke up during the night, so the answer must’ve been yes.

While Spencer takes care of her diaper change, you search through her mountain of clothing (She has more than you. How is this possible?) and finally find what you’re looking for - a little mint green sweatsuit with Minnie Mouse on it and Minnie ears on the hoodie. Getting her changed is actually more difficult than when she was a newborn because she has control of her limbs and basically wants them in any other area than where they need to be.

Feeding is fun though. She makes the funniest faces when she hates something and when she loves something, her eyes go wide with awe, like it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted, which is hysterical. While Spencer handles feeding, you make breakfast for you both, eating semi-leisurely before you have to handle the morning chores and get ready before Derek and Savannah arrive. Parent life means you have no idea where the hours go. Before you know it, there’s a knock at the door.

Setting Charlotte in front of a mountain of toys, you both go to greet your guests. With a baby, you cling to adult interactions like a magnet on a refrigerator.  

“Pretty boy!” Derek exclaims. “How ya doing?”

“Tired,” Spencer laughs softly. “But alive. You?”

Savannah walks in with Hank on her hip. “About the same. Expect being tired for the next, oh, 18 years at least. Right, Derek? How are you guys doing?” She asks, giving both of you a hug and kiss hello.

Conversation is easy, flowing as Hank and Charlotte play with each other in the living room. While they occupy each other, the four of you talk about work, and eventually Savannah and yourself stand against the refrigerator watching your boys reminisce about their days at the BAU. “Do you miss it?” Derek asks, peeking over the counter to make sure his little man is behaving himself.

Shaking his head, Spencer tips his second mug of coffee into his mouth. He still hasn’t woken up yet even though you’ve both been awake for hours. “I miss the team and seeing everyone every day, but I’m so glad I’ve made a different life for myself. I still teach and I consult every so often, so I get just enough while still being able to be at home.”

“Me too, man. At first I thought it was gonna drive me crazy, but now Savannah and the little man kick my ass enough.”

“You know it,” Savannah replies, slapping her husband on the shoulder as she throws her head back in laughter. “Plus, it’s just nice to have you home.”

Slipping into Spencer’s lap, you curl against him, all pretenses out the window as you lazily lounge there sans makeup and in the rattiest clothes imaginable. Silence falls when Hank starts talking to Charlotte and she starts babbling back. All four of you get wrapped up in how cute they are. “It’s nice to finally see you happy, kid.” Derek claps Spencer on the back. “You deserve it.”

“Cheers with coffee mugs?”

In unison, your mugs clink together and drink in celebration of your new lives. “Here’s to our families,” Spencer says.

--

After the four of you play with the babies for a while, with Spencer and Derek getting a little more into racing cars than Charlotte and Hank, you decide to chance going to a restaurant with a toddler and a 9.5 month old. You’re all craving Mexican and there’s a great place down the street that opened after Derek moved back to Chicago, so you decide to take them there. Just as you and Spencer and grabbing jackets out of the closet, Savannah screams out from the kitchen. “Umm, guys? Has Charlotte stood before?”

Like a cartoon, you do a double take at Spencer before the two of you rush out into the living room with your limbs hanging both in and out of your jackets. There’s Charlie, in the kitchen, right next to Savannah, standing next to a chair. “She’s standing!” Spencer smacks his hands to his head, practically ripping his hair out in excitement. Charlotte stares up and smiles. “Holy crap, you’re standing, Charlie!”

With tears in your eyes, you quickly slip your phone out of your pocket and press record, watching as Savannah takes hold of her tiny little hands and walks her toward Spencer, who’s crouching down at her level, bouncing on his heels in excitement.

“How is she so big already?” You ask, turning to Derek, who also has his phone out. “Does it just fly by like this?”

Glancing down to where Hank is still occupied with some matchbox cars, he replies fondly. “It really does. Feels like he started walking yesterday. Right?”

Savannah is too entranced with helping Charlotte over to Spencer to respond.

Derek slips on his coat and walks behind Spencer, clapping both of you on the shoulders. “She’s about to get into everything,” he chuckles. “Get ready.”

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