#like what was mgg eating

[buddiesronance]

you expect me to believe that this is the same person

[sungwanns]

Obsessed with the fact that Spencer has the hand dexterity to knit this scarf, but can’t eat with chopsticks

[cumulo-stratus]

watching suburban gothic is so hard bc mggs character is a bit of an ass😭😭 like he's hot but also has an ugly ass outfit 😭😭

[rumplereids]

research purposes.

tags: spencer reid x reader. tech analyst!reader. mentions of 50 shades of grey. bau ladies are like gossiping wine moms. fluff & crack, bcos spencer has been thru enough already. referenced/mentioned sexual acts but nothing explicit. a/n: got inspired by aj cook implying mgg was reading 50 shades + the table read of cm where mgg’s name card was “matthew 50 shades of gray gubler” masterlist. requests are open !

The team is on the jet home from a consultation in San Francisco. Everybody’s either dozing off (Emily and Derek), eating (Rossi), or doing paperwork (Hotch, as usual). JJ is scrolling on her phone, catching up on the pictures and videos Will sent of Henry when she notices something very bizarre.

“Reid, are you reading 50 Shades of Grey?”

“Huh?” he looks up from the paragraph he was reading. Something about not making love and only fucking hard. Or whatever drivel he’s suffering for you.

“I didn’t peg you the type to be reading romance or erotica.”

“It’s for research.”

JJ quirks a brow Spencer doesn’t see. His eyes already returned to the book in his hands.

“Research? For Y/N?”

“Yep,” Spencer turns a page.

JJ continues to gape at him. She wants to press for more details, but with a shake of her head, decides she was better off not knowing the intricacies of the relationship of people she considers her siblings. No matter how baffled she is by the fact that Spencer Reid is reading 50 Shades of Grey, she doubts that she’d want to dip a toe in that rabbit hole. However, she has no qualms of bringing up this certain knowledge in the near future.

Spencer was in a rush to finish his case load for the day. It’s your day off, so he’s doing anything he can so that he can go home earlier than usual. With you out for the day, he can’t even pop into your office to bug you, talk your ear off, or have an impromptu make out session. It was so sad, really.

He’s down to his last three folders when Derek attempts to get his attention.

“Pst! Pretty boy,” Morgan whisper-yells.

“Yes?”

“How’s Y/N?”

Spencer’s a bit perplexed by the question. While it’s not unusual for Derek to worry about your well-being, he finds it a bit weird for Derek to be asking such a question at that exact moment. As far as he knows, you texted Derek 15 minutes ago about mold on the street that you insist looked like the aforementioned man. That was the last time Spencer talked to you as well.

“She’s fine. Enjoying her day off.”

There’s a big grin crawling across Derek’s face. Such a look on a man like Derek Morgan spelled trouble. He looks like he knows something that Spencer doesn’t. Spencer’s starting to get cautious.

“Anything exciting happened to you guys this weekend?” Derek asks with that shit-eating, I-know-something-you-don’t-know grin.

Spencer raises a brow.

“Not much. The usual,” Spencer flips a page in his file.

Morgan hums, “Ah, yes. The usual.”

Spencer looks up at Derek, perplexed. Having no idea what in the world Morgan is trying to get to.

“Late night?” Derek continues. Spencer shuts the folder in his hands.

“Are you trying to insinuate something?”

“I don’t know, am I?”

Spencer rolls his eyes and returns his attention to his work. Completely ignoring the chuckles coming from Morgan.

A few days later, Spencer is making his second cup of coffee at the office kitchenette, bracing himself for another round of paperwork when he hears somebody rush into the room. He turns from the counter to see you, flushed and embarrassed?

“Hey, darling—”

“Why did Penelope ask me how it’s like to have my own Christian Grey?”

“What?” Spencer puts his mug down to turn his full attention on you.

“She barged into my office, asking me what kind of BDSM we’re into!” you devolve into a sort of whisper-yell, eyes shifting as to check if there were other people around. The two of you were alone in the area.

“Why would she ask that?”

“I don’t know? Something about you researching BDSM for me?”

Spencer shuts his eyes in realization, “JJ.”

“JJ? What’s she got to do with this?”

“A week ago, on the jet home from San Francisco. I was reading 50 Shades of Grey.”

You take a pause, “You read 50 Shades? I thought you said it was complete nonsense?”

“My opinion hasn’t changed on that. But I overheard you and Garcia giggling over the movie’s actor… I wanted to see what it was all about.” He tries to be nonchalant with what he’s saying. You completely melt into a puddle.

“Oh, Spence. That is the cutest and sweetest thing that has ever happened to me.”

Spencer blushes red at the comment. All these years together, and you never fail to make him feel so lovestruck and bashful.

He clears a throat, “The BDSM in the book is so atrocious. Have you read it? Or are you only interested in the movie?”

“Just the movie,” you say with a grin.

“Their lack of communication is astounding. It’s completely far off from the BDSM we’re into.”

There’s a gasp behind you. You turn to see Garcia at the entryway of the kitchenette, one mug in hand, the other hand pressed against her chest.

“Oh , I knew it. Ya’ll nasty.”

“Penelope—” you start to speak. She cuts you off.

“I didn’t believe JJ at first when she said Spencer was reading 50 Shades for research. I mean, really, Spencer Reid and BDSM? Never thought to correlate those two things ever in my life,” Penelope rambles, and then mid-thought, she turns to you, “So you do have your own Christian Grey! That’s so sexy— I don’t think that’s the right word considering it’s Reid—” this earns a snort from the man watching amused, standing against the counter, “Have you recreated any scenes from the books?”

“Penelope!” you say, aghast.

“I mean, if Spencer’s using 50 Shades to spice up your sexy times then—”

Spencer begins to laugh. You turn to face him, in disbelief that he can laugh at your mortification.

“Trust me, Penelope,” he says, “we don’t need 50 Shades to spice up our sex lives.”

“Spencer!” You can’t believe the words coming out of his mouth right now. Penelope looks as if she’s hearing the greatest gossip scandal the world has ever produced.

“50 Shades is tame compared to us.”

“What?!” a third voice enters the conversation. Emily and JJ enter the kitchenette. Emily looked a bit confused, JJ looks just about ready to shit on you too.

You hide your face in your hands, trying to hide away from Spencer’s laughter. Emily, JJ, and Penelope start to bounce comments and choice words between the three of them. You hear words such as ‘unbelievable’, ‘kinky’, and the real kicker, ‘Dr. Reid will see you now’. You want to dig yourself into a hole.

Hands grip your hips, squeezing in silent comfort. Without removing your hands from your face, you mumble, “This is all your fault.” Spencer laughs once more, hands squeezing your hips one more time before he turns to pick up his coffee mug.

He moves to leave the kitchen, turning to you with a smug look on his face before he says, “Laters, baby.”

You refuse to acknowledge the three ladies descending on you like a pack of wolves.

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[rynwritesreid]

MunchSpencer, stressed bau reader 😉 do ur thing

A/N: I will absolutely do my thing for you iluvreid. Did I base this of that video of MGG eating that pie? Yes. Do I think about that video daily? Yes. Also to answer somebody else’s questions, I am planning on writing Luke fics in the future, and I do take Rossi requests (I take all requests that are to do with CM). I am also working through everyone’s else’s request, I’m waiting for some inspiration on the song ones :) As always jag älskar dig 🫶🏼

Content: Smut and Fluff. Fem! Reader. Overstimulation. Oral (F! receiving). Vaginal fingering. Slight dom/sub undertones. Mentions of doing this at work in the future. Munch! Spencer. Pet names (princess). A little argument to start of with, but it’s resolved quickly.

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Spencer had noticed how you were acting at work; he knew all the signs of you being stressed out. He tried his hardest to de-stress you at work, he had brought you all of your favourite snacks, he made sure you had plenty of water and coffee, but none of this seemed to be working.

 

Once you were both at home, he tried to ask you what was wrong, but you just shrugged him off, asking him to just leave you alone for a minute. “I’m not going to leave you alone; I know something is wrong. Just tell me.” His voice was strained, he was becoming frustrated, not with you, but because he didn’t know what to do.

 

“Spencer, back off. Nothing is wrong, I’ve told you. I’m just tired.” You bite back at him. You knew he was trying to be helpful, but you just wanted some piece of quiet.

 

“Something is wrong, why aren’t you telling me? Let me help you out here.” Spencer's voice softened as he watched the frustration etched on your face. He understood that his insistence might have been adding to your stress, but he couldn't bear to see you in pain. With a sigh, he took a step closer and gently wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a warm embrace.

 

"I'm sorry if I'm coming across as pushy. I just hate seeing you like this, and I want to be there for you," he whispered against your hair, his fingers slowly rubbing soothing circles on your back. Spencer knew what would help him out if he was stressed, and he knew it would also work on you.

 

See, Spencer’s favourite place was to be in-between your legs. If he could, he would spend every hour, of every day there, exploring every inch of your body, losing himself in the pleasure he found there. He cherished the way you moaned his name, the way your legs would tremble as he brought you to the edge of ecstasy.

 

His hands continued their caress, moving lower down your back until they reached the curve of your hips. He could feel the tension in your body slowly melting away as his touch seeped into your pores, bringing warmth and comfort. The rhythm of his movements matched the beating of your heart, steady and reassuring.

 

"I know you're tired, but maybe... just maybe, I can help you relax," Spencer murmured, his voice laced with a mixture of gentleness and desire. He guided you towards the bedroom, with every intention of not letting you leave until you were totally relaxed.

 

As he undressed you with utmost care, his fingertips brushed against your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Spencer's touch was like a delicate dance. His lips followed suit, pressing soft kisses along the path his hands had taken.

 

You found yourself surrendering to his ministrations, allowing the weight of the world to be lifted from your shoulders as pleasure consumed you. The stress that had plagued you all day melted away under the skilled touch of your lover.

 

The bed welcomed you both, its soft sheets cradling your bodies as Spencer continued his exploration. He knew every inch of you, every secret spot that drove you wild with desire. His mouth found its way to your neck, peppering it with butterfly kisses before trailing down to your collarbone.

 

A sigh escaped your lips, mingling with a gasp of pleasure as Spencer's tongue danced across your skin. The knots in your muscles unravelled as his hands glided over your body, burning away any remnants of stress. Your breath hitched as his lips descended further, leaving a trail of wet kisses along your chest, pausing to pay special attention to your sensitive breasts.

 

Spencer's touch was both tender and insistent, his fingers tracing patterns of desire across your skin. He knew exactly how to coax pleasure from your body, each stroke and caress tailored to elicit the most exquisite sensations. With every passing moment, the weight on your shoulders lifted, replaced by a growing sense of bliss that radiated from deep within.

 

Lust and love intertwined as Spencer's mouth found its way to the apex of your thighs. His tongue teased and taunted, sending electric currents of pleasure through your veins. Waves of heat cascaded through you, building with each flicker and swirl until they crashed over you in a tidal wave of ecstasy.

 

Your moans filled the room, mingling with Spencer's own growls of desire as he revelled pleasure. His movements became more urgent, his tongue delving deeper, coaxing louder cries of satisfaction from your lips. You clutched onto his hair, your fingers tangling in the soft strands as you rode the waves of pleasure that consumed you.

 

Spencer’s hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as he devoured you with an intensity that left you gasping for breath. Your hips were instinctively rocking against his skilled mouth, grinding against his face in search of more.

 

Spencer's touch was relentless, his tongue and lips working tirelessly to ensure your pleasure knew no bounds. The sensation of his mouth on you, the wet heat, and the flicks of his tongue, sent sparks of electricity coursing through your veins. Your walls clenched around nothing as your body convulsed in bliss.

 

But Spencer didn’t plan on stopping now, he was never satisfied if he only made you cum once. And now, more than ever, he was going to continue, he knew you needed it, and he knew he wanted it.

 

Soon enough, his fingers joined his mouth slipping inside you with a precision that left you trembling. You hadn’t been able to come down from your first orgasm, and now you were soaring even higher. The dual sensation of his mouth and fingers brought you to the brink of another climax within moments. Every stroke, every flick, and every curl of his fingers sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

You lost all sense of time and space, consumed by the pleasure that coursed through every fibber of your being. Your mind became a haze of pure desire as Spencer continued to bring you to new heights with every stroke, every flick of his tongue.

 

Spencer's movements became more insistent, his fingers moving with an urgency that matched the burning need in your core. Each stroke sent shockwaves through you, intensifying the pleasure that consumed you. Your breath came in ragged gasps as you teetered on the edge of yet another mind-shattering orgasm.

 

He paused, giving you a slight break. “Are you feeling better now, princess?”

 

You lay there, panting heavily, your body still trembling from the intense pleasure that Spencer had just bestowed upon you. Your mind was hazy, your senses heightened, and a sense of tranquillity washed over you. The stress that had weighed you down seemed to have dissipated, replaced by a deep sense of satisfaction.

 

You turned to look at Spencer, his face glowing with adoration as he admired the aftermath of his ministrations. A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you nodded, the words caught momentarily in your throat.

 

"Yes," you finally managed to rasp out, your voice laced with awe and gratitude. "I feel... incredible."

 

Spencer's eyes sparkled with delight as he took in your response. He gently caressed your cheek, his touch feather-light against your flushed skin.

 

"Good," he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness. "That's all I wanted."

 

“I think I should get stressed more often.”

 

Spencer chuckled softly, his fingers trailing lazily along your side. "If getting stressed means, I get to relieve your tension like this, then I might have to start causing trouble on purpose."

 

You playfully swatted his chest, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "Oh, so you're admitting that you enjoy being the cause of my stress?"

 

His lips curled into a smirk as he leaned down to capture yours in a lingering kiss.

 

“No, I’m admitting that I love hearing your moans, and it took all my might not to do this at work, but I can’t let the rest of the team hear how you moan for me. Those noises are for my ears only.”

 

Your heart raced at his words, a delicious mixture of desire and anticipation coursing through your veins. You had always known that Spencer had a playful side, but this level of raw intimacy was something new and exhilarating.

 

With a mischievous glint in your eyes, you leaned in closer, your lips mere inches from his as you whispered, "Well then, Agent Reid, I guess we'll have to find somewhere at work no one would be able to hear us”.

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: Face Sitting w/ Daryl Dixon

a/n: yet another fanfic that hasn't been prewritten! anywho, i don't really have anything to say today besides i love you guys and thank you for all the love that you all are sending me! i really do appreciate it!

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Daryl couldn't really tell you when just being close to you wasn't enough. When he felt a deep, rabid need to be near you, on you, inside you, to just simply be suffocated by you, you, you.

It wasn't like your intimate life was stale, if anything, it was anything but, but being fucked by you just wasn't enough.

"Gotta taste ya." He panted against your lips, hands frantically shooting to the band of your pants. "Okay," You panted. "Okay, okay, okay." You repeated to yourself breathlessly, hurriedly flopping on your back and shimmying your tattered jeans and panties down your wide, plush hips.

You laid there, legs spread, needy and waiting.

"What are you doing?" You asked incredulously. "I-" His words caught in his throat. "Not like tha'..." He trailed off, eyes slipping down to your soaking center, your labia shining with your arousal.

"Like what then?"

"Want ya to sit on my face." He confessed nervously. 

Your eyebrows shot up, your eyes widening in the process as you took in your anxious boyfriend. Sure, the idea of crushing him made you skeptical, but it wasn't common for Daryl to outright state what he wants. 

"Sure." You agreed with a reassuring smile.

Daryl looked at you like the sun shined out of your ass, the mixed emotion of relief and excitement present on his face as you maneuvered onto his body. He scooted down, his back now against the mattress as you placed yourself on his chest. "Tell me if I smother you, okay?" You asked. 

He nodded, "I will." He won't.

Descending further up, your juices smeared onto his lips, as if coaxing him to eat the devil's fruit. 

He couldn't wait any longer, and in his haste his arms wrapped around your full, succulent thighs and pulled you down, fully seating you on his face. You yelped in surprise, but it quickly melted into a moan as your hand shot down to grip his long, brunette strands.

"Daryl…" You whimpered. You could feel your legs quivering around his head with every stroke of his tongue up your sensitive slit, the muscle caressing your clit gently.

Unwrapping his arms from around your thighs, his large, callused hands gripped your hips, dragging your cunt up and down his tongue.

"Fuck!" You cried, your hesitancy quickly melting away as you began grinding on your own accord. You let your hands settle over his to help give yourself a better grip to chase your orgasm, rocking back and forth.

"There!" You breathed, your head falling back. "Right there, D. Don't stop!" He groaned in response, the vibrations of his timbre voice shooting up your spine and forcing a shiver from your nerves.

His nose bumped your clit, his wet muscle buried deep inside of your needy, clenching cunt, massaging your velvety walls with an eager fervor of a man starved.

"I'm- I'm!" Before you could finish, you were cumming, legs shaking and quivering around his head. Your hips bucked and moved wildly, working yourself through your end as the tenseness in your stomach loosened.

Your chest heaved, lungs begging for air as you lifted yourself off of Daryl.

"Shit, D. Are you okay?" You asked breathlessly, looking at his reddened, and slick soaked face. 

"I think-" His voice was raspy and broken. "I jus' saw heaven."

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[mggrecord]

mgg.01: lumps in my throat

wc : 434 (very short!)

genre: fluff, comfort

a/n: for my new moot on twt:)

summary: you’re feeling like absolute shit today, and all you need is a lazy day with your boyfriend.

on a cool autumn night, gublerween approaching steadily, you sit on the sofa with your boyfriend, matthew, curled up next to each other like little foxes in the winter, wearing matching pumpkin sweaters. you had a lazy day together today, an evening filled with hot chocolate with marshmallows, pumpkin painting, and a hocus pocus movie marathon.

truth be told, you were absolutely going through it at the moment, some unspoken issues making your stomach churn and bombarding your mind. you desperately needed an escape, to get out of your head. good thing you had your matthew.

so, you sat together, your head rested back on his chest as you sat between his legs, leaning against him. his slender fingers gently raked through your hair, his other arm holding your waist tightly, bunching up your sweater slightly, the warmth of his palm was soothing and comforting against your stomach. he had noticed you were a bit off today, but he knew better than to pry. if you wanted to talk to him about it, you’d bring it up. however, offering to discuss it wouldn’t hurt.

“hey,” he murmured softly, leaning down to place his lips against your ear. “you okay? little off today.”

you furrowed your brows a little as he spoke softly into your ear, listening to his words. you nodded your head, sighing quietly, shoulders slumping a little. “‘m good, jus’- “ you huffed quietly, trying to verbalize your thoughts without oversharing.

“i just don’t feel too good today. i need a lazy day,” you decided on saying softly, tilting your head back to look up, your eyes meeting his understanding and warm gaze.

matthew nodded slowly, gently pressing a soft kiss to the side of your head. “that’s okay, darlin’. ‘s fine with me,” he muttered quietly. his hand gently rubbed your stomach as the two of you continued watching the movie, and he’d occasionally bring a snack to your lips to encourage you to eat.

a beat.

“‘m here for you, y’know,” he’d mutter quietly, absentmindedly.

and by god did that warm your heart. because he was always there. always. no matter how irritated, or sad, or anxious, or snappy you got. he was always there.

he’d lay faint kisses to your temples, or your earlobe, or your neck, or your shoulder, just to show that he was there, and that he understood, and he felt what you felt, even if it wasn’t verbalized.

the night continued like this, all soft kisses and gentle words as a quiet movie played, hands stroking your hair and murmuring sweet nothings into your ear, practically inseparable.

[love-fictional-ppl]

Puddles

Summary: rainy days with Spencer Reid

Pairings: Spencer Reid x GN!reader

Warnings: language, Just lots of fluff and sum angst in between, Spencer’s random love for jello, fire(for a candle), reader has a nightmare about Spencer dying, mentions of firearms, use of babe, prolly more.

A/N: I’m in love with MGG and me nd him have the same initials so it means he likes me back😍. Not Proofread!

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It sounded liked pebbles were hitting the windows, the rain was coming down hard. The day had a tranquil calm to it. A Beatles record played softly on the record player.

Spencer sat curled in a sweater on the couch, you know he stole from you but he denied, reading an old book you would never be able to comprehend. Fresh tea sat steaming on the coffee table, made about five minutes ago by you.

Leaning forward and curling his fingers around the cup, Spencer raised the tea to his lips and drank.

You couldn’t help feeling the urge to do something, despite the weather.

“Spence, you wanna do something?” You asked, sitting next to him.

Spencer shut his book and set it on the table next to his tea, he faced you giving his full attention. “Like what?” He asked, curious to your antics.

“A couple things.” You responded with a smirk. Spencer raised his eyebrow. “You’re taking vacation time, right?”

Spencer nodded his head urging you to continue. Thunder crackled from above, shaking the entire building.

“Ok, put on some boots and a jacket.” You smiled from ear to ear now.

You both took a minute to pull yourselves together, Spencer looked like he was prepared for an avalanche which you found amusing. You grabbed Spencer’s left hand with your right and pulled him down the steps of your apartment building.

Once you came outside you just had to admire the sounds and the sight in front of you. The rain poured violently but the air was warm so the water cooled your skin soothingly. You decided to ditch your coat in the entrance of the building. Traffic seemed to have forgotten to exist, only able to hear the cars passing a few blocks over.

The open road was littered with puddles. You grinned like a child and ran over to the biggest puddle you could spot and start splashing. You started laughing, lost in the moment.

Spencer stood at the sidewalk just admiring how beautiful and care free you look. He couldn’t help the smile on his face even if he wanted to. You were soaking wet yet you seemed oblivious to it.

“Come on! Join me!” You yelled at your boyfriend, well aware of his staring.

Spencer walked over to you and you grabbed both his bands in yours and you started jumping around in the puddles together. You both looked like idiots no doubt, but neither of you could find it in you to care.

A few times people with umbrellas walked past and looked at the two of you strangely. You were laughing so hard that you fell over, cursing on your way down, Spencer laughed loudly and helped you up.

After about a hour of your fooling around, you both decided to go inside. You changed out of your soggy clothes, while Spencer took a shower you cleaned up the living room area. You decided to grab two plastic spoons off the counter and some Jello cups from the fridge for you and Spencer’s lunch.

Spencer eventually emerged from the shower, his hair was dripping as he ran a comb through it. He walked over to the couch.

Spotting the treat on the table Spencer’s eyes light up, “Jello! my favorite!”

You laughed at his fascination for the gelatin. Spencer sat down and plucked one of the cups from its spot along with a spoon. Peeling the plastic off both items, Spencer then dug in and practically inhaled the orange Jello. You had grabbed a variety of colors, except for green jello which Spencer refused to eat.

Grabbing a candle off a shelf, you walk over to one of the window sills where you keep matches. You pull a match from the box and light the wick of the candle letting a cinnamon fragrance fill the air.

You sit next down next to your lanky boyfriend, much like earlier, though this time you reach and grab yourself a jello and spoon. Once you and Spencer are both done chowing down on the colorful desserts you both sit in a peaceful silence.

“Want to build a blanket fort?” Spencer asks with a childish glint in his eyes.

“Is that even a question?” You respond, smiling.

Without saying a word, you both start grabbing supplies. Spencer grabbed dozens of blankets and quilts you both kept in your shared bedroom. You grabbed several pillows to cushion the area as well as books off the living room bookshelf. Working as a team, you both start pinning blankets down with the thick books.

After what you would estimate 20 minutes, you had a comfortable looking fort for you to cuddle in. Spencer went and grabbed snacks while you settled in and decided what to watch. You found an old Disney movie and waited for Spencer’s return.

Returning from the kitchen, arms full of snacks and juices, Spencer struggled to carry everything over to the little set up you two created. You got up and grabbed some things from his arms, helping him set things down and organize the tiny mess that had been created.

You and Spencer then settled in, you lied with his head on your chest and watched the movie. You grabbed a Capris Sun from the coffee table which you had moved earlier on.

During the film, you and Spence would have side conversations and make jokes. You played with his hair enjoying the moment.

Before you knew it, the movie was over. Spencer fetched the remote and put on some old black and white silent film. You went back and forth saying what you thought the characters were, making horrible British accents in the process.

The movie hadn’t even finished before Spencer fell asleep, you shortly after. You were just about to be completely token over by sleep when you felt Spencer wrap his arms around you. You snuggled yourself further into his chest, consumed by him and the sweet bliss of sleep.

Your dreams weren’t as pleasant as the day, you had a nightmare about Spencer.

In your “dream” you were placing a freshly made bowl of Jello in the fridge. Shutting the fridge after, you head to the sink to wash the dishes. A knock on the door unfocuses you from your tasks.

You were expecting Spencer. ‘He must have forgot his key, again’, you thought to yourself. You smile and open the door, ready for the embrace. Instead your met with two rather sad looking faces belonging to JJ and Morgan.

“I’m so sorry-“ JJ began, but you cut her off.

“Where’s Spence?” Your smile had became a nervous one, in denial of the obvious news. Your ears started ringing.

“During the case we were working, the unsub…Spencer confronted… pulled his firearm…” Derek explained the events but you drowned most of it out.

You couldn’t take it anymore, you curled in a ball on the floor and sobbed. The pair rushed towards but you heard Spencer calling your name, suddenly you woke up.

Opening your eyes you exactly who you wanted. You tackled him in a hug and started crying. He held onto you, startled, but ready to comfort. He rubbed your back soothingly and rocked you both back and forth gently.

Regaining control of yourself, you take in the state of your shared apartment. The living room looked like it had been perfectly cleaned all except for where you slept. You smelt burning pancakes.

“Hey, babe?” You ask, still being held by your still very worried boyfriend.

Spencer pulled away so he could look at you.

“Breakfast is burning.”

Spencer seemed alarmed at the realization and ran towards the Kitchen. You decided to get up and go brush your teeth while Spencer handled that fiasco.

You still thought about your nightmare, it was too real. You spat toothpaste in the sink and rinsed your mouth before returning to the living room.

You folded the blanket you slept with and put the pillow on the sofa. Spencer appeared about 15 minutes later, sitting next to you.

“Do you want to talk about your nightmare?” Spencer didn’t want to pry information out of you, but he also didn’t want you to bottle your feelings.

“You got shot,” you teared up. “JJ and Derek came here to tell me you were-“ you choked on a gasp.

Spencer pulled you into his chest and rubbed your back soothingly, “Shhh. It was a nightmare. I’m still here.”

You listened to his words and his heart beating. You knew obviously it was just a dream, but you couldn’t get over the realness of it. How it was possible for an unsub to take him from you.

Shutting your eyes, you forced all the negative thoughts out of your head. You took a few deep breaths and regained your composure.

Spencer pulled away from you, “Pancakes are a tad burnt, but there’s eggs, bacon, toast.”

Your stomach growled hearing the different names. Both of you chuckled at the noise. You leant forward and gave Spencer a kiss, “Mmm. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Spencer replied against your lips.

You walked together over to the kitchen still smelling of smoke. You grab two plates and hand Spencer his, you both go to work of filling the dishes with food.

After grabbing both your fills and beverages, you sit opposite of each other at the table. You both eat and discuss the plans of the days to come. Discussing what books to read, what vinyls to purchase, etc. You knew in that moment you didn’t care about what could happen, simply what was happening in the present.

* .♡ *:･ﾟ✧ ⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆ * .♡ *:･ﾟ✧ ⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

A/N: I’m back frm the dead nd this has been in the drafts for awhile. Also idk wtf happened with this bc it started as something supposed to be wholesome but then I got stoned nd added angst ig 😭

[mggsv]

Father’s Day

afab!reader x mgg (fluff) (18+)

SORRY ITS LIKE 3 DAYS LATE

- NOTICE !! [Afab] and [F] reader are two different things! [Afab] does not indicate that the reader is female !

summary: You give Matthew a father’s day gift

warnings: early morning cunt eating, cute fluff that makes me wanna pull my hair out

“Happy Father’s Day.” it was the first thing you said, waking up to Matthew (who was already up) in bed. He was watching Tv, sitting crisscrossed on the bed with the remote in his hand. When he heard what you said, he looked over at your relaxed body, half asleep. He looked at you in confusion for a second before laughing.

“Father’s Day?” he asks, and you nod sitting up. “Happy Father’s Day Matt.” you stretch your arms and yawn.

“I’m not a father.” he says, you snort, “You would be by now if i haven’t swallowed them all.” he laughs even harder, turning a slight shade of red.

“Well, thank you baby.” he opens his arms, in which you gladly crawled over to snuggle into. He pecks your forehead, trying to move further towards your lips. “nu-uh i just woke up, my breath stinks.”

“What? no it doesn’t. Let me smell-“ he lays you flat out on the bed, earning a small yelp from you as you tried to push him away.

“Matt no- Stop it!” you belt out a laugh. He chuckles against your cheek, kissing softly.

“Happy father’s day.” you laugh out again, earning a smile from your boyfriend, who sits up with his hand resting on your hip. His thumb circled it while he stared down at you with those beautiful eyes, “Do i have a gift at least since it’s such a special day?” he asks

You shake your head and roll over on your stomach, grabbing the pillow you slept on. “Nope, now let’s go back to bed.” You yawn, closing your eyes.

Matthew chuckles, hands snaking up the back of your thighs. They stop at the hem of your shorts before he leans down near your ear and kissing it.

“That doesn’t feel like sleeping.” You yawn, raising your hips so he could slide the shorts off.

“Who would sleep on such a special day? I’m celebrating.”

“I take it back..” you groan, feeling his fingers toy with the hem of your underwear. he kisses you sweetly on your temple. “Too late.” Matthew pulls down your underwear to your thighs, spreading your legs just a bit to see your sex glisten in the early morning light. You hear him groan just a little, all the while kissing down your face.

“Is this what we’re gonna to be doing all day?” you close your eyes. Matthew chuckles, fingers circling your sex, coating his fingers in your slick. You let out a small shuddering breath, Matthew’s finger teasing your hole. It slipped in..out..like him the night before while you two showered. “I wouldn’t mind.” He answers, pulling his fingers away to suck on them.

“lift your hips for me?” he gets in between your legs. You coo at how cute Matthew was. You really loved him- he worked a lot, but he always made the time for you two, and it always worked out.

You lift your hips (with Matthew’s guided help) and he taps your ass cheek as a thanks. He slid your underwear the rest of the way off, too. You breath a sigh of relief, relaxing into the pillow as you finally felt the soft kiss of his pink lips against your folds. He takes his time lapping at you, sucking every now and then while drinking up your slick that evenly coated his chin. Matthew hummed almost quietly, taking your bud between his lips to pull at.

“mm..” you whimper, brows furrowed while your face buried into the pillow. Matthew always enjoyed eating you out..hell, he’d prefer it over food if it meant spending time with you. His tongue flicked your bud while his lips wrapped tightly around it. “Matt-“ you throbbed in his mouth, your thighs trying to close. He kept them open with a hand gripping right below your cheek. He mumbled something that you couldn’t make out, his lips pulling off before they were back on you again.

Matthew pulled back to admire his work. You were throbbing, sensitive from his mouth. Your def was coated in slick, your hole clenching at the absence of Matthew’s tongue. Your body gives him, your hips falling onto the bed beneath you. You panted against the pillow but was soon rolled over onto your back by Matthew.

He chuckled and smiled down at you while he took off his shorts, cock springing free in an instant.

“Happy father’s day.” you wink up at him, spreading your legs

[imagining-in-the-margins]

S.R. Blurb Masterlist

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Screen: Spencer wears his heart in many places.

Anticipation: Spencer gives Reader their first kiss.

Birthday Wish: Spencer is sad he can’t reach you on his birthday.

Strawberry Mentos: Spencer and Reader share sweets and something else.

At Ease: Spencer comes home to his partner and finds them still asleep.

The Only Exception: Reader is only just beginning to believe in love again.

Sweet Tooth: Spencer and Reader celebrate the anniversary of graduating their eating disorder recovery program.

Adagio: Post-Prison Spencer learns to take things slow.

Fast Car: Reader drives a sleepy Spencer home.

Multifaceted: Reader interrogates a witness. Spencer can’t believe what he sees.

Piece of Paper: Spencer and Reader discuss Autism evaluations.

Tipsy: Spencer can’t handle his liquor, or how much he loves Reader.

Bruises: (16+) The team is concerned when Reader shows up with bruises on their neck.

A Curious Pair: (16+) Emily and JJ find a curious piece of clothing in the women’s locker room. Spencer thinks he might know who it belongs to.

Father Figure: Spencer discusses daddy issues. His boss, who is also his girlfriend’s father, has a question.

Viral Video: Someone recognizes Spencer and Reader from a viral video.

Casanova: [Excerpt] Spencer’s not the only person in his hotel room (and he doesn’t want Derek to see). 

A Perfect Day: [Excerpt] Spencer and Reader spend an autumn day together.

Lavender: Spencer is no stranger to headaches, and he tries to help however he can.

Stardust: Reader lost someone very important to them. Spencer helps them through a particularly dark moment of grief.

A Desert Bloom: Reader has never liked cacti. Spencer finally finds out why.

Pyrotechnics: Reader has a hard time on Fourth of July, and Spencer makes them fall in love with fireworks again.

Favorite Person: Reader just needs a little extra reassurance sometimes.

Storm: Reader has a panic attack.

Clean Shaven: Reader helps Spencer shave after prison.

Life’s Pleasures: Spencer struggles with some side effects of his medication after prison.

Your Specialty: Spencer sees his significant other comforting a child and it makes him wonder.

NSFW BELOW, MINORS DNI

Birthday in Bed: It’s Reader’s birthday, and Spencer is her present.

Post Coital Dysphoria: Spencer comforts Reader after sex.

Impatient: Spencer can’t wait until you get home.

Saint Valentine: Spencer spends Valentine’s Day with Reader.

Liqueur of You: Spencer goes down on Reader for the first time.

Speaking in Tongues: Spencer translates a movie for you. Things get a little tense.

Clean Lovin': Spencer and Reader have sex in the shower.  

Peaches & Cream: Spencer can’t get enough of you.

NSFW Alphabet: A character study on Spencer.

Handle With Care: Reader gets hurt during sex.

Morning Reverie: Spencer wakes Reader for a sleepy, early morning tryst.

Bibliophile: Spencer and Reader have sex in the library.

Oral Presentation: Spencer teaches Reader what to do when she’s on her knees.

Instinct: Spencer explains the biological phenomenons as he causes Reader to experience them.

Hard at Work: Spencer can’t seem to speak straight or sit still during a zoom meeting.

Handiwork: Spencer gets his first handjob.

Easy Access: Spencer is insecure about wearing shorts.

Blown Away: Virgin!Spencer gets an enthusiastic thank you from his partner.

[parfaitblogs]

liaaa can we talk about spencer going from that pool kiss to the elevator kiss with max?

like he‘s obv more mature but also it feels like he‘s more sure of himself, even though he‘s still insecure and seeking for reassurance (I‘ll never get that one scene out of my head from s13) but it’s just nice to see how he went from desperate, passionate, full on eating their face to still passionate (and still desperate please) and gentle, like obv he can still eat your face off but he‘s a bit more secure

actually baby angel we can always talk about spencer reid kissing in fact it is my favourite past time i am such a SLUT for kissing i would argue it’s hotter than actual sex.

anyways YES yes yes. Yes. i think the type of attraction he feels also impacts this (obviously lia?), because i think with lila it was mostly lust and then with cat it wasn’t something he wanted to do!! but with max him being so much more gentle with it, even though i’d argue he still poured his entire soul into that kiss, you can see a difference in their relationship.

like not to go all english teacher the colour white symbolised purity 🤓👆 because i don’t think mgg thought about it that much but the way his character is left in the show we’re kind of just left to assume he’s with max long term, and so a gentler, less lust filled kiss to back that this is what he wants long term and it’s not just a fling or whatever… i am going to be sooo sick!!!!

honestly i do love his crazy kisses though i think they’re so on brand for his character because of his lack of experience like he has no idea what he’s doing!! and of course they’re fist biting to watch...

[nereidprinc3ss]

reid being an asshole in part 4????????????? omg, baby you have me in a CHOKEHOLD and eating by your hand. i love how everyone is hating on maeve BDBDBSNSJDOF since i asked for your thoughts, it just never made sense. being myself a little bit like spencer and a total whore for books, i would never give my books to anyone. i’m super possessive about them and if they have my annotations on them or quotes…my god no no no. that can never happen. she even kinda dressed like him?? looked so forced to me. +++ i love it so much when your spencer always goes like ‘Jesus fucking christ’ you can’t do that to me, i am so WEAK.????? I have a very controversial opinion, while i’m in love with spence, please know that i’m genuinely terrified of MGG. Because HOW, like seriously, HOW can someone be that extroverted?? The way my introvert self would be intimidated by him if given the chance of meeting him, I would probably run away. I just can’t

But

That’s just me………………..

oh my god no being afraid of mgg is so real…. i can say with confidence if i saw him in public i wouldn’t go up to him. partially cause ive always felt like going up to a random person you don’t know and inserting yourself into their day and asking to take a PICTURE w them is weird?? like even if they’re famous?? but like w mgg he seems to genuinely adore meeting fans. like that man just LOVES PEOPLE. but i don’t😭 i am SO SO awkward like painfully awkward and especially knowing the vile things i have said about that man on the internet and the disgusting thoughts ive had about him like nahhh i would look so guilty talking to him. but if we met in another lifetime i genuinely think i would get along with mgg SO WELL!!!! we have very similar senses of humor and we’re both weird and insanely talented and good looking and we both know what it’s like to be the funniest person in the room…….. we’re soulmates but unfortunately we’ve been separated by time and circumstance :( but im dead serious i just know we would get along so well if given the opportunity and i feel that way about VERY few celebrities and very few people in general but something in my soul just knows it to be true. and also i think i could lowkey pull him if the year was 2013 and the universe was exactly the same except ali michael was me and not ali michael. like it’s me with my face and personality but i lead her life. does that make sense? i need this to be true more than i need air to breathe btw

[unhonest-iago]

Some whump/whump-adjacent stuff I liked before knowing what whump is.

Most of Criminal Minds, specifically Spencer’s character. The Tobias Hankel storyline + the ep. where he gets anthrax. That and some of the unsubs. Then the one marionette episode that was of course directed by MGG. But also Penelope shooting the one guy to protect Spencer.

There was this one Dan & Phil fic on Wattpad where one of them gets the other flowers & places them as a table centerpiece; sweet peas. And the other has a panic attack, not cause of the flowers themselves but b/c a toxic ex used to call him sweet pea as a pet name. Think the fic was even called sweet pea.

[Edit; Found it again while looking for the clips to make into gifs.]

There was also this one book I read eons ago w/ an unreliable narrator where you're following her along, thinking she eats, sleeps, and breathes being a participant in experimental studies. But towards the end, it's revealed that she's in a psych ward as a mentally ill patient. All the studies you've been tagging along with as the reader was simply a form of psychosis for this character. I unfortunately don't remember the name of it.

I think the movie is Disturbia (2007) but basically the main guy’s on house arrest & is a peeping tom towards his neighbor. And through this, he also finds out that another neighbor is a murderer. But there’s this one chase scene towards the end that’s just ingrained in my memory.

The episode of Outlander where Roger is reliving the hanging as a form of ptsd and it's just a black and white silent film. And later on, Roger stops Ian from killing himself. Also that show is just chalk full of whump.

The tragedy that is Jinx & Viktor characters in arcane. When Jinx ties Silco and Vi up at the dinner table and is monologuing about how Silco wasn't the one to create Jinx—Vi was. + Jinx using the punching game that she used to watch Vi do all the time. When Viktor gets desperate and ends up injecting himself with shimmer.

[halamet-chalamet]

Helloo!!! I saw you do the mgg/dpencer reid ship, and said Why not give it a go?

I am 5'3, short fluffy brunette hair kind of gal. My friends tell me my eyes are the "dead eye" shape. They are the color Green Tail btw.

I wouldn't say I am skinny, but I am in the middle, curvy maybe, but not skinny or mid-size.

I am an extrovert, always seeking for adventure and making new friends. I am loud and energetic most of the time. I can be very dramatic, but also fairly realistic. I am like the mom friend, always talking for others and taking care. I am sarcastic and try to put humor in things. Its just how I cope. I also have anxiety, but it is not that bad now, it used to eat me alive, but now it only catches me when there is something very stressful.

My hobbies are drawing and painting. Gifted child moment here. I also play the guitar and sing. Reading is also something I like to do.

But fairly, i HATE maths and physics, also the heat.

I adore animals, I havw a big ol cat myself. I like the rain, binge warching shows and definitely sleeping..

My mom would call my style sometimes boyish and sometimes classy. I love wearing baggy clothes but I also love wearing tight clothes. Bright colors ans mute colors..

Thats all ig, I hope you have a nice day and I send you all my ❤️

Thank you for sending me all your ❤️ I’m having a nice day :) you sound awesome by the way! I’m going to do you and Spence <3

Alright sis

You gotta drag Spence a little bit out of his comfort zone to do some adventurous things with you

Let’s be fair he is in the FBI and loves the adrenaline rush

But he’s also always on the lookout being really cautious

So you gotta help him be a tad more carefree to go on adventures with you!!!

When you and Spencer get together Morgan starts calling you both mom and dad

It’s clear you’re the mom friend which just makes Spencer honorary dad friend (besides Hotch ofc ofc)

It takes Spence a little while to get used to your sarcasm but he does eventually and you guys can go back and forth forever!

Especially after all our boys trauma he needs some coping humor

He’s so proud of you for overcoming some of your anxiety

You guys can help each other!

When you’re overly stressed he’ll do a great job of calming you and your anxieties down

And it goes the other way around

You sound super caring so I’m sure you would provide great comfort for Spence after a bad case or seeing/ thinking of his parents.

Art datessssss

He wants to paint with you

Man’s wants to draw with you

He’s better at drawing because his line work is really good :)

Wants to hear you sing and play guitar!!

Gives you books he wants you to read! And loves to see your monthly book picks!

Let’s be honest here

He doesn’t understand your hate for math

“It’s vital to our very existence!” Is what he likes to tell you when you complain about math (because math sucks)

He for real hits you with random math facts at some point just to see you get slightly annoyed. He thinks it’s cute

I stand by this next statement no matter what

SPENCER LOVES CATS

He is a cat person

Looooves them

He loves your cat!! And tries to pick it up and gives you cute cat facts! *cue awwww track*

Spencer will almost never pick a show unless it’s Star Trek or Dr Who

So he sits and binges with you whatever show you’re watching at the moment

He also analyzes the characters and can predict what’s going to happen sooo easy

But he doesn’t spoil it if you don’t want him to

He’s down for your eclectic fashion

And honestly always gets a little excited to see what you’re wearing this time

Sometimes he even tries to find an outfit to match the colors you’re wearing that day

Cute couples stuff I hope you enjoy <33 you sound like a fun person!!

[imaginesbymonika]

Viral Video

Pairing: Matthew Gray Gubler x Reader

Warnings: fluff, and comedy

Plot: Matty has a crush crush and the universe listened <3

Song to listen to while reading:

It was nothing new… celebrities having crushes on each other. Ellen, for example, made a whole game out of that on her show titled ‘Who’d you rather’ and even fans were so-called ‘shipping’ cast members with each other on the internet.

So when Matthew Gray Gubler began to talk about his ‘tiny’ crush on the actress Y/N whenever interviewers asked him with whom he’d like to work with in the future, you could nearly hear the keyboards of fanfiction-writers in the distance.

Matthew had a crush on her since - well, forever, and her name (strangely enough) also happened to come up more and more afterward.

It came up so often that fans not only cached upon it rather fast but also made compilation videos titled “MGG mentioning Y/N Y/L/N during interviews like it’s a sport” or “ Y/N being mentioned by Matthew like she’s his long lost lover from before war” - never having to use the same clips twice.

She smiles, as she looks into the camera. Her arms lean on the board. “Hi, my name is Y/N Y/L/N-“, the young woman says and smiles:” And this is my autocomplete- what’s it called again?” She asks looking at the people behind the camera, acting confused, and when a voice adds:” Autocomplete interview.” She chuckles before winking at the camera:” I was joking, I wanted you to complete my sentence.”

For a while, the interview went by smoothly. After all, it was the typical kinds of questions. “How old is Y/N Y/L/N?” and “What’s Y/N Y/L/N height.”

But then the actress pulls the tape off a question that made her giggle. She licks her lips and swallows thickly. “Y/N Y/L/N Matthew Gray Gubler fan video question mark?”, Y/N reads out loud and runs a hand through her hair:” Is that even a question? Well-.”, she clears her throat:” If you are speaking about the fan videos where he mentions me, I’m fully aware of them.” She laughs:” Yes. I have seen them and yes, I would love to work with him in the future. I have been a huge fan of criminal minds, I think he’s a remarkable actor. Very, very talented.“

“Well that’s it.”, Matthew mumbles as he stares at the phone screen of his friend, he takes a deep breath and stands up. Only to let himself plunge dramatically on the couch in his trailer:” My life is over.”

Shemar Moore rolls his eyes and puts his phone away:” But maybe you’re right.”

Matthew wrinkles his forehead as he looks up at him:” I was hoping for something more supportive and enthusiastic.”

“I wanted it to be a surprise but-.”

Before he can finalize his sentence the door to the trailer opens up and Andrea enters, a shit-eating grin covers her lips:” I thought you two might wanna join me, our guest star just arrived.”

It doesn’t take long for Matthew to understand what’s going on. “No.”, he whispers, his eyes big:” No, no, no.”

“Well, yeah.”

——

“So she’s essentially going to end up being Spencer’s girlfriend.”, the director explains to the cast, Y/N stands next to him with a soft but nervous look on her face. “We don’t know how often she’s going to reappear- but after our social media team liked a couple of Y/N-related tweets, so far the fans have been going crazy.”

“Well, you’ve spoken about her often enough.”, Paget whispers and gently nudges Matthew, who simply rolls his eyes. “I’ve often enough talked about wanting more money or something like that. You’re going to tell me, that this is the moment the universe listens and responds?”

The second he meets Y/N’s eyes a blush appears on his cheeks.

Matthew who sits in his trailer nervously plays with the zipper of his hoodie. This was beyond embarrassing. It wasn’t like he talked about her very subtle….

“Is there any celebrity you would like to work with in the future?”, a voice inquires and Kirsten Vangsness chuckles. “Like on criminal minds or just in general?”, she looks past the camera towards the interviewer. “First person who comes to mind.”.

“Y/N Y/L/N.”, Matthew lets out and his eyes widen:” Was that too fast?” His friend smiles. “Oh really?”, Kirsten turns her body towards him:” I’ve never seen her in like a police-type of the show- except Brooklyn 99. But that’s not really -.”

“Not really what our show aims for.”, Matthew completes her sentence and laughs:” Well, I think she’s a great actress.”

”Like when she played alongside Ben Affleck in Gone Girl, what was her character's name again?”.

“Amy Dunne.”, Matthew says and bites his lip:” That was way too fast again. I think she’s a great actress. A lot of my friends have worked with her before and they all say she’s the nicest and sweetest person.”

“And she’s so pretty.”, Kirsten interrupts her friend:” Last year's met gala?! Hello?! That dress? Insanity.“.

“She is.”, the man with the long hair whispers:” She certainly is.”

A knock on the door of his trailer pulls the actor back into the present and he turns around on his chair:” Y-Yeah, come in.” When the door opens and Matthew observes Y/N walk up the stairs he swallows thickly.

“Hey.”, her voice is delicate and when he sees her smile he instantly loosens up a bit. “Hey.”

“Listen… Is this weird for you?”, she asks and crosses her arms in front of her:” I mean I don’t-.” “No, it’s not.” “Okay, good.”

A silence fills the room and the two actors awkwardly look at each other. “I’ve read your book by the way.”, She says abruptly and Matthew's eyes light up:” That’s why I came here in the first place, I wanted to tell you that I think it’s really good.”

“Thanks.”, he says and feels how his heart swells when she smiles at him. “Anyway, that’s it…I-“. “Go out with me.”

Y/N stares at him:” W-What?”.

“Go out with me. Tonight. Please?”. There is something about his please, that makes the young woman blush as she nods slowly. “Yeah, okay. Let’s do it.”

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

slight angst with happy ending for aaron hotchner

he misunderstands your body language or something (maybe you grew a bit distant, more time on phone etc) and he thinks you cheat cuz he’s travelling for work and he’s had this small insecurity for a while

but obviously you’re not (leave it to you what reader was doing and if she reveals) cheating and comfort ensues

(love me some jealous hotch)

fem!plus size reader, wc: 566.

a/n: i know i need to let the angst breathe, but being the angst lover that i am, i almost jumped at this LMAO.

cw! angst, and fears of cheating :(

Aaron wouldn’t blame you for cheating on him.

He was never home, he had a hard time answering your calls, and he barely texted you back; especially if he was away on a case. 

He hated that he even thought like this, but many nights he’d often catch you on your phone, texting away like he wasn’t lying right next to you. Aaron hated being nosy, but he’d sometimes find himself leaning over – just a bit – and playing it off as kissing you on cheek and bidding you goodnight. 

He’d understand if you were using the device to cool down or relax, but it was an everyday affair. When you were cooking? You’re texting with one hand. When you’re eating? As soon as the damn thing vibrates your eyes flicker over to where Aaron was sitting across from you quickly before looking back down and flipping the damn thing over.

Who the hell was holding your attention like this? 

Aaron didn’t want to offend you by accusing you of cheating on him, because he loves you, but if he didn’t at least know he would go crazy.

“Honey?” He had called out to you one night, his voice soft.

“Hm?” You hummed, your eyes still attached to your screen that illuminated the soft contours of your face. God, you were breathtaking.

“I -” For the first time since the beginning of your relationship, Aaron had no idea how to talk to you. “I don’t mean to intrude but… what are you doing?”

Your eyebrows furrow and you look up. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that for the past week your phone has been glued to your hand.”

You look almost surprised at his confrontation, and that made his stomach drop. Is it really as bad as he thought it was? He felt the bile rise in the back of his throat.

“Oh.” You were almost conflicted. “I-”

“Is there someone else?” Aaron never interrupted you, but he had to know, he had to get the hard part out of the way.

Your jaw dropped and your brows dipped low in disbelief, “Wha - what? No!” You scrambled to shove your device in his hand. “There’s no one Aaron, look.” Your head gestured down to your phone and when he did, he felt like an idiot.

There at the top was labeled ‘Penny <3’

“You know… your birthday is coming up soon, and me and Penelope were just trying to plan something nice for you. I was kind of hoping you wouldn’t ask me about it because you know I can’t lie to you, and I didn’t want all of Penelope’s hard work to go to waste.”

Oh yeah, he was definitely really fucking embarrassed, but he was also overcome with the overwhelming feeling of shame.

How could he have assumed the worst out of you? All this time you were distant was because you loved him so much to the point where you couldn't keep anything from him.

“Oh, honey I’m sorry.” His voice was thick with remorse, and you only grabbed his large hand and kissed the back of it in response. You felt a cheeky smile tugging on your face.

“I’ll forgive you on one condition.”

“Whatever you want, it’s yours.” You shivered at the satisfying sound.

“You have to act surprised when you walk into the room okay?”

He chuckles but nods, “I promise.”

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