#spencer's tummy is adorable

[amorre1989]

lovely love letters

pairing: Spencer Reid; reader

word count: 3,4k

content: after a shared night with your sweet boyfriend Spencer, you wake up alone at his apartment and allow yourself to snoop around his apartment

mornings in your boyfriend's apartment were different. The feeling of the soft and a little sweated bedsheets combined with the smell of his skin was the closest you've been to heaven.

You had just woken up at Spencer's apartment removing the Spencer's part.

He left early in the morning, two hours before you, leaving a sweet hot kiss on your lips while you were sleeping (something you've assured him you didn't mind at all when he confessed to you that you looked adorable when you were sleeping, and that he always had to control himself from kissing you on the lips).

Leaving the bed was easy, you finally, after a long time, woke up with energy. Sleeping with Spencer has always given you an amazing dose of oxytocin, a hormone of happiness that is released while having physical contact and is related to the relationships (explained by who else than the amazing Dr Reid).

You walked your way to the kitchen, where on the coffee machine a sticky note was in the front of it, with instructions of how to use it, you left it to the side making the wrong assumption that you knew how to use a coffee machine, to seconds later hold it between your fingers and read it with a smile on your lips.

When you finally made your coffee you took a selfie holding the sticky note along with a text saying "thank you baby, i underestimated your gesture", you drank your coffee while sitting on the floor next to the opened window you allowed yourself to touch. It felt embarrassing, almost wrong to be at someone's place and touching everything you needed for the day, but Spence had made sure of letting you know you were free to do as you pleased while he was absent.

"I'm glad it did. how's your morning going?" Spencer's voice sounded in your head while reading the 40 minute late message, it's alright, you thought.

"very good baby, I'm sitting on the floor while drinking coffee" you said, not even thinking it was forbidden or anything.

"on the floor? I have plenty of comfy chairs, you know? and a sofa, and a bed" he texted back almost immediately. "why are you on the floor? does your back hurt again? I'll give you a message with oils when I get back, yeah? :)" he says, you can only pay attention to your smile being attacked by your teeth and the tickle you felt lower from your tummy. All those things he would do would always make you feel grateful for being his, and the fact that you, a well educated girl, was having breakfast in a house where the host was missing, was something you had to share with someone; you needed to tell someone you felt grateful for it, and who else better than your best friend?.

"I'll accept the massage with pleasure, baby...thank you for letting me stay at your place without you here...maybe it's dumb, but I feel grateful for it" you press the button "send" followed by taking a final sip from the mug you had chosen as yours.

Twenty minutes had passed since you last texted your absent boyfriend, you were now focused on tidying the bed you shared last night and doing an examination of Spence's belongings.

You were about to leave the bedroom when you realized his light table had a little red something peeking out the cabinet, you opened it and your tensed eyebrows relaxed by realizing it was a lollipop wrapper you made him try from your natal country, followed by little pieces of paper and napkins where you had written things to him before and doodled dumb things like his name or spirals, even a not too successful attempt of making a cute Snoopy followed by a "I suck at drawing" from you.

You sat on the floor for god knows how long, examining everything that was in that sweet little drawer. From candy wrappers to used napkins with your brown lip liner that had stained his cheek uncountable times as well. With little pictures you've printed for him of you both, flowers you had given him that were now dry and pressed for a book (a tip you've taught him) and then paper sheets from a notebook you didn't recognize of him talking about...you!.

Your first meeting, your first date, your first dinner, your first "she's staying at my place tonight!", his first "I'm staying at her's tonight!" and more things you've marked as relevant as well.

When you finished looking through his drawer you couldn't help but feel bad about invading his privacy, but you were curious, and he knew it!.

You went to the kitchen and noticed he had texted you back with a "you know you're more than welcomed at my place princess, I'm glad you feel comfortable with staying with me at night and in the morning too, I'm happy to share my days with you" your heart started to feel bigger and your heartbeat feeling more present as well, why does he have to be so charming?.

When he got back home after a few hours that became days, you were already at your place, and your presence in his apartment a few days ago was easy to notice when he opened the door and saw it was tidy, along with your perfume that you probably (did) sprayed at his place. He left his bag and made himself comfortable before calling you to meet up to have a movie night, that was your thing, classical movies everyone should watch, and if not, were pointed as dumb.

When you got there minutes later, you greeted him with a smiling kiss while holding something in your hands.

"hello beautiful...what's that?" he says scrunching his eyebrows.

"it's my Spence box, I thought you had to see it" you say, smiling, and with peek of something else he couldn't describe instantly.

"Spence box?" he asks. You nod and sit on the floor next to the coffee table, next you start to show and explain to him all the little things you have saved from 'firsts'.

After a while, when both were already distracted with a movie and holding each other relaxed he says.

"did you peeked in my drawer?" while realizing pretty late that in fact, you did. His face addressed yours, with squinted eyebrows and eyes.

"no..." you mumbled silently while looking away from his face which was instantly replaced with the view of him above you, smiling demonically while attacking you with his slender fingers in your tummy, along with both of your laughs filing the air of his apartment which was already titled as your home.

[luveline]

If you're taking request for Spencer and Bombshell!reader I think it would be so incredibly adorable if they were both on the way to a case (or coming back) and their little baby Amanda was face timing them to say hi to them and the team 🥺🥺

“Video call for you, momma,” Penelope says, plonking a laptop down onto the desk in front of you, and then quickly being called away by Emily for help.

You ditch your pen immediately, nail scratching the laptop trackpad as you slide the cursor to ACCEPT. 

Amanda’s face fills the screen, a shy smile like her dad’s close to the camera, her eyes almost cut off by the top of the screen. 

“Amy, babe, you’re too close to the computer! I can’t see your lovely face.” 

Amy sits back in her chair. “Is this okay?” 

You take her in. You trust your babysitter to take good care of her, but nothing is as reassuring as seeing her unhurt and smiling. “Hi, baby.” 

“Hi mommy,” she greets. “Where’s daddy?” 

“He’s in the bathroom. Be back any minute. Are you being a good girl for Mrs. Gamorrah? How’s your tummy?” 

“I’m being good,” she says, ignoring the important question, “did you see my t-shirt?” She brings her shirt closer to the camera. She’s wearing her favourite pyjamas with the butterflies she had for her birthday, “Look, Mrs. Gamorrah got the soup stain gone.” 

You beam at her. You miss her like crazy when you’re not there. You and Spencer take turns staying home most of the time, and so being apart from her and knowing she doesn’t have Spencer to soften your absence makes it easier to worry about her, and harder to concentrate on the work. 

The door opens. You twist your head. 

Spencer’s drying his hands on a paper towel. “Is that Amy?” 

“Quick, she wants to see you.” 

Spencer hurries to the laptop, bending at the waist to see the screen and his impatient daughter. 

“Amy!” he says, like she’s the only person he’s ever wanted to see, voice enthused with his most dad-appropriate saccharine. “Hi, bunny, hi, hello. I miss you so much, are you okay? I miss you.” 

You tap his leg gently. Calm down. 

“Daddy, I am so happy, and I miss you too! We’re doing pictures.” She holds up a sheet of paper covered in crayon drawings. “Are you okay too?” 

“I’m great now I’m seeing you. I really miss you, sweetheart, I’m sorry we’re both away at work.” 

“It’s okay. Me and Mrs. Gamorrah are gonna have pizza and jiffy pop and soda tonight. It would be good with you, but it’s still fun.” 

“That’s good,” you say, putting your hand on the keys, wishing you could feel her soft arm in your hand, stroke her silken forehead. “We’re gonna be home soon. Maybe even tomorrow.” 

Spencer wraps his arm behind your shoulder. “Me and mom miss you so so much, and we’re so proud of you being a good girl at home. We’re gonna bring you a big present for being by yourself.” 

“I’m not by myself, dad, I have Mrs. Gamorrah. Plus, Uncle Morgan said he wants to take me and Hank swimming on Sunday.” 

“I’m sure we’ll be home before Sunday.” You smother your frown. Spencer kisses your cheek. 

“Give one for me, dad!” 

Spencer kisses you again. “That one good enough?” he asks. 

“Another one!” 

When you get home, you’re gonna spoil the death out of her. Like, worse than you’ve ever spoiled her before. Spencer presses another great kiss to your cheek and smushes your faces together, Amy on the screen reaching for you both for a ghost hug. “I wanted to say hi before we go to the store. Can I call you again before bed?” 

“Yeah, baby, call again!” You rush to answer. “Call daddy’s phone, okay? Mine’s not working right. I’ll answer you, we’ll talk all about your day. Okay? I miss you very much.” 

“I miss you too. Bye bye.” 

“Okay, bye bye,” you say, “I love you.” 

“Love you, Amanda,” Spencer says. 

She waves her little hand until it looks like it might fall off of her wrist. Spencer waves back just as hard.

[irndad]

Spencer laying in bed brushing readers hair and rubbing her back while she's asleep and then Derek walks in cause he has a key and Spencer refuses to move reader off him so Derek and Spence just talk in the room while reader sleeps ?

thank you for requesting dove!! she is so soft <3 requests r open!!

Morgan is a great houseguest, usually. Well, a fine one. He knocks, and when Reid had moved into this place he’d bought Spencer a moderately priced bottle of red wine that has sat untouched in the months that have followed. Still, Spencer had given him a key both for professional reasons and personal ones. He liked to be accessible to Morgan.

Tonight, though, this feels like a mistake. This thing Spencer has with her feels delicate. She’s so lovely, warm and kind and came over to eat takeout on his couch after what seemed to be an incredibly long day. He’d called her on his way out from the office, eager to see her that night, and selfishly was incredibly pleased that she still wanted to come over despite her obvious fatigue. 

She’d put in a valiant effort into staying awake, and god, it was adorable to watch. He likes to watch her, study her like a detailed oil painting. Likes to watch how the light of the television bounces off her lashes and illuminates the lines of her gorgeous profile. He’d watched as her eyelids got heavy, and she fell into a light slumber. She’d leaned onto his shoulder, and then fell into his lap. 

“Are you okay with this?” He’d asked gently, nervous and endeared in equal measures. She’d nodded, and nuzzled into his soft tummy. 

He was immeasurably pleased.

Which brings us to Morgan, busting through door with his spare key, and the most aggressive shush he’s ever given him. Morgan saw a woman on his lap, and his eyes widened in bemused shock. 

“My man,” he whisper-laughed, and Spencer blushed a deep scarlet. 

“What do you need?” he tried to be friendly, but Spencer- he was distracted, alright. 

“I came over to go over a file,” Morgan said, “But if lover-boy is busy…”

“Shut up and sit down,” he says, eyes gesturing to the ottoman. Morgan quirked up his brow in questioning, gesturing towards his sleeping girlfriend. 

“She’s a deep sleeper. Talk quiet.”

When she wakes and she’s told that Morgan had seen her sleep, she’s so embarrassed Spencer thinks she might pop. It’s still so, so cute.

[raekensluver]

Hi mara! Saw you wanted requests so i’m just gonna shoot my idea here. Sweet fluffy dad spencer idea: he compares all the mannerisms and features that are same between him and his child. They both stick their tongue out when concentrating, both scrunch their noses the same way, neither of them like spinach etc. He’s just filled with joy and wonders what else will the have in common when the baby’s older

hi honey! i loooove this idea muah muah. so cute. i did make a slight change and have reader be the one initially pointing out the similarities but i hope you enjoy!

spencer reid x wife!reader

"i'm telling you jj, it's adorable how similar they are." you spoke with a gentle smile, your eyes reflecting the warmth of the afternoon sun streaming through the precinct windows. jj leaned closer, her curiosity piqued. "how so?" she asked, her voice a soft hum that seemed to carry the weight of the unspoken words between you.

"well, for starters, they both stick their tongues out when they're concentrating. it's like watching a mirror image. it's uncanny, really," you said, your eyes drifting to the corner of the room where spencer was deeply engrossed in paperwork. meanwhile, your three-year-old daughter, played with her alphabet blocks, her little tongue poking out slightly as she tried to fit the d letter into the right spot.

jj's eyes followed yours and she couldn't help but chuckle. "i see what you mean," she said, shaking her head slightly. "it's like she picked that habit right out of his dna."

you nodded, a fond look crossing your face. "it's not just that, though," you continued. "it's the way they both scrunch their nose up when they're confused or thinking hard about something. it's the exact same scrunch, down to the little wrinkle between their eyes." you watched as spencer looked up from his paperwork, a moment of bewilderment crossing his features as he tried to solve a complex problem. sure enough, his nose crinkled up in the same adorable way your daughter's did when she encountered a new challenge.

jj's smile grew wider. "you're right, they're like two peas in a pod." she said, leaning back in her chair and folding her arms over her chest. "but what about their personalities? does she get spencer's quirks, too?"

you laughed and picked up your daughter, her tiny frame fitting perfectly in your arms. "oh, absolutely," you said, holding her close as she wrapped her little arms around your neck. "she's got his love for puzzles and books. she can sit for hours with a book in her lap, turning pages and babbling away."

spencer looked up from his desk, his eyes lighting up at the mention of his daughter. "really?" he asked, setting aside his paperwork and approaching you both. "i had no idea she was already showing such an interest in literature." his excitement was palpable, his voice filled with wonder.

you nodded, unable to contain your own excitement. "it's the sweetest thing," you said, nuzzling your nose against her soft hair. "and she's already starting to pick up on some of the words. she'll point at the pictures and repeat after me."

spencer took her from your arms with a gentle smile, his eyes shining with the kind of love reserved for a parent. "hey, baby," he whispered to her, his voice low and tender. she looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes, her cheeks flushing with joy at the sound of his voice.

"daddy," she murmured, her voice a soft echo of your conversation. she wrapped her chubby fingers around his neck, her grip tight and trusting. spencer's heart swelled in his chest, his entire world revolving around her in that moment.

"what else do you think she'll pick up from me?" spencer asked, his eyes never leaving your daughter's face. his voice was filled with hope and a hint of anxiety. the thought of her growing up and developing her own personality, a blend of both of you, was a thrilling and slightly terrifying prospect.

you grinned, tickling her tummy to elicit a giggle. "who knows?" you said, your tone playful. "maybe she'll be a mini genius like you and solve crimes by the time she's five." jj snorted with laughter, shaking her head in disbelief.

spencer rolled his eyes, but the corners of his mouth twitched with amusement. "let's not get ahead of ourselves," he said, his voice a mix of humor and affection. "for now, i'll settle for her knowing her abc's and not using my books as teether toys."

[ssahopelessly]

(I know the gif is not Spencer but walk with me on this one)

Just hitting Spencer with a “baby?” As soon as he walks in the door.

“Yeah?”

“Tummy time?” And he removes the satchel from his body, looking at you with eyes of adoration.

“Yeah.” And then fast forward to you resting your head over his stomach, laying together in bed, blabbing and yapping about the days you had.

(OR your head is on his tummy but you’re looking at him and his hands are combing through your hair, and he’s wondering why it’s softer than anything he’s ever felt?)

Idk, some domestic things.

[reidsdimples]

No but imagine being insecure about your tummy and love handles and thick thighs but Spencer absolutely LOVES them. He nuzzles into your tummy and holds you close and leaves bite marks across your thighs. He never wants you to hide your body and can’t get enough of planting kisses everywhere to show you just how much he adores you. He grazes his fingertips gently over your skin to send goosebumps over you and just lays there with messy hair watching you sleep soundly. 🥺❤️

[riprendscore]

A brow was raised. Oh~? The little thing is attempting to comfort him... How adorable. A genuine giggle slipped passed his lips as a dose of butterflies paid a visit to his tummy, eyes like spotlights now scanning over his new friends features- a quiet act that very much overstayed its welcome, smile becoming sharp at the edges. A brief, yet all-too-long observation with predatory sights.

Usually, he is smart enough to keep his temptations to a second or two max. But this one.. This is different. He felt comfortable. Almost like he has a kind of unknown, unspoken permission. Something familiar. Strade's eyes rolled with a smile, finally moving away in a lean-back. "Well, thank you-.." He stopped himself at the others cheer, face twisting with greatly amused- if not impressed- looks, watching Spencer chug the first glass. "..No way." He slipped it in before the second was taken, and given the same treatment- Strade's eyes resting wide, the man now leaning forward against the counter. "No fucking way, that is insane!"

He took a quick swig from his own glass, but kept careful of how much he ingested. He can not afford to get drunk tonight. Especially not now! It's only been a few minutes, and he already has this guys sap-story and full name! And, what a lovely name it is.

Was.

Strade extended an arm, inviting in a hand shake. Not one he cares enough about to wipe the sweat from his palm for, but a shake nonetheless. "Strade." He truly couldn't help the way his bottom lip slipped beneath his upper teeth. Watching his friends throat pulse as he downed his alcohol far too fast to be healthy has his twitching in his pants. "Great minds think alike, don't they? Glad I could make ya night, Mel. And, maybe.."

Strade moved his hand in closer. Much closer, with a silent breath shaking through his nose. A single index finger twirled its way around one of those signature, framing 'raccoon tails,' slowly pulling it towards himself- watching the hair spin around his finger before withdrawing. Soft. Real. Strade shuddered. "You made mine?" He held a gaze that became all too flirtatious, all too soon. "You got rid'a your booze fast, didn't ya..."

A lean back. A loud laugh. He turned his attention to the yellowing TV instead, knee bouncing in anticipation as his hand rested on his stomach- leaving a fun pat pat. "Let me know if you're craving any more, yea? You're a good sport! I don't mind treating you."

Pay My Way

//Finally furthering the plot with @boneluvrr777 , cause life has given me a single window of a break 👉👉 Cont. from here

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[radiant-reid]

How about one where Spencers insecure about gaining some weight so the reader makes sure he knows how much she loves his body? Tummy kisses?

no bc he's so fucking hot

You know something is a little wrong with Spencer when he walks into your apartment with a frown that he's trying to hide. Usually, he's smiling, but when he's having a bad day, he doesn't hide it from you.

Tonight he is, though, and you're immediately concerned, walking over to take his stuff. "What's up?" You ask, pulling him further into the warm house.

He's still not happy, pouting as he falls down onto the couch, defeated. He lays flat against the material, looking up at you in an attempt to make a normal amount of eye contact. "Nothing." He claims. He kind of hates that you can read him how he reads people.

"Baby, something's bothering you." You coo, swinging your leg over his hip so you can straddle his waist. You push his curls out of the way of his eye, keeping your hands on his forehead.

"Sweetheart." He warns you not to push it, but it comes off too weakly.

You shake your head. "Tell me."

"No." He refuses. "It's dumb."

"I doubt you've ever thought anything dumb in your life." You remind him, leaning down to kiss his cheeks.

Spencer turns to deny you the kiss. "It's vain then."

You pull back, raising your eyebrows at him. "Please tell me, baby." You beg, cupping his cheeks again.

He huffs, barely getting the sentence out in a whisper. "I've gained weight, and I've never thought I was good-looking, but I feel horrible about how I look."

"Thank you for telling me." You say, gently running your finger over his nose. He expects your following words to agree with him, but they're very far from it. "Spencer, I need you to look at me and listen to me." When he does so, your heart breaks from the tears diluting the warm brown of his eyes. "I think you are the most attractive person in the world. I've adored how you looked since you were 29, and I'm enamored with how you look now. You've been to hell, through hell, and back, and yeah, you've gained weight, but it only makes you more attractive and healthier."

Spencer scoffs. "Don't lie to me."

"I'm not." You tell him sternly. "I love how you fill out your shirt and pants now. Seriously, looking at your ass is a blessing every day." He chuckles slightly. Precisely what you've been looking for. "You're eating three meals daily instead of drinking heart-attack-inducing amounts of coffee. You're the hottest you've ever been because you're healthy."

"You're sweet." He says. "But I think you're a liar."

If words aren't enough, you figure actions will be, and you shuffle down before untucking his shirt from his pants and kissing his stomach.

"What are you doing?" He asks, squirming a little because of how ticklish he is.

"I'm going to kiss the insecurity away." You tell him. "This one and any others." You pause to kiss him again. "Until you believe you're the most gorgeous man in the world." You don't hesitate to go back to your job, continuing to kiss him until he pulls you away. "Believe me now?"

"Maybe." He answers sheepishly. "I'm sorry for dumping this all on you first thing."

You shake your head, leaning back up so you can kiss him properly on the lips. "I'm always here to tell you how good-looking you are." You assure him. "I'll never let anyone be mean to you, and that includes you, so be careful because you don't want to make me mad."

He chuckles at you. "Oh, I know that." He reminds you. "I love you."

You grin at him, leaning down to kiss his perfect nose. "I know that. And you better know that you're attractive."

"I do." He finally agrees, smiling his beautiful smile. It was a 180 from the expression he'd been wearing when he walked through the door, and you knew your work was done.

[ddejavvu]

All I want is to wake up to Reid grinding against my ass and whining in his sleep, is that too much to ask?

🥴🥴 this post is 18+, minors dni. (Also please I’m on my knees for more criminal minds requests)

It’s the soft pressure against your stomach that wakes you, but it’s the gentle friction brewing in your belly that keeps you awake. You blink hazily in the darkness of your bedroom, only a soft sliver of moonlight illuminating the space. A soft whimper from behind you alerts you to the fact that Spencer isn’t asleep anymore either, and you try to turn over before you realize that the pressure on your stomach is his hands.

You peer down at his grip on you, tummy twisting as you watched his fingers twitch as your chest rose and fell. His touch is warm and almost puts you back to sleep, but then he shifts, pressing himself up against your ass and whining again.

“Spencer,” your voice is thick with exhaustion, a hand reaching up and back to lace in his soft brown locks, “Spencer, lemme go.”

There’s no response, and you strain to turn your head back, heart leaping in your chest at the sight of his peacefully closed eyes. Your movement spurs his, and he ruts against you once more, hands keeping you steady as he unconsciously grinds against you.

The situation has you letting out a moan of your own, the sound mixing delicately with Spencer’s soft whimpers. His brows are furrowed slightly, the soft curve of his face reading concentration as he slept.

You gently pry his hands off of you, turning around to face him. The next time his hips slide towards you on the bed he’s met with none of the same friction as before, and it tears a whine from between his soft lips.

“Spencer,” You coo, a hand cupping his cheek as your lips press against his nose, “Baby boy, wake up.”

It only takes three more kisses, one to the nose and one to each cheek, for him to finally stir, blinking groggily at you in the sparse moonlight.

“Y/N? What, what is it? ‘Somethin’ wrong?” It barely takes him two seconds to switch onto high alert, and you chuckle softly, your cheek smushed slightly against your pillow.

“Nothing’s wrong, Spence. But I think something’s definitely up.”

It takes him a moment to clock your innuendo, his sleepy brain working overtime to process his surroundings, but once he does he’s tensing, pulling away from you with a soft gasp, “Oh my god, I’m so sorry-”

You were already waving off his concerns, having predicted the embarrassment that stained his cheeks crimson, “‘S okay, I’m not mad.”

“You’re,” His brow furrowed adorably, lips puffed out in a confused pout, “You’re not?”

“No,” You giggle, snaking an arm around his waist to pull him back towards you, pressing yourself against him and not missing the way he jolted slightly at the immediate contact, “Just thought it might feel better if you were awake.”

[baus-jr-profiler]

"JJ Robert he shot Aaron and Haley. Shot Haley in the tummy And Aaron in the chest. He was trying to shoot jack but Aaron prevented him from doing so. Jack took Aaron's gun and shot Robert In between the eyes killing him." Spencer said softly

"No no no this is my fault. Is jack OK what am I saying of course he's not He might be an orphan and it's all my fault." JJ's voice was breaking already

"I don't give damn what you say not your fault You hear me?"Jack's face got really serious looking which made him adorable.

@huskerdustfanclub

Five o'clock in the morning a police man knocked on Ashley's door Spencer Was spending The night and was currently Asleep beside of Ashley.

The Policeman was holding a very grumpy looking Jack.

Jack was currently Kicking and punching The officers chest. But,, the policeman Didn't even budge He just let The three year-old Kick and thrash.

"I need to be with mommy and daddy! They're hurt they need me!"Jack squealed very loudly

(@baus-jr-profiler )

“Mm- what? Babe is that Jack?”

[luveline]

Spencer coming home from a long case only to find reader has unexpectedly adopted a bunny? ("Look Spence!! This is Doctor Bunny Reid :)")

thank u for ur request ♡ gn!reader

Your apartment smells strangely like straw. 

Spencer creeps inside quietly. It's five AM, too early for him to feel good about waking you up, but he hasn't seen you in eight long days, so he had to come over. He's hoping he can dump his stuff and slide into bed beside you without waking you, content to be close to you, assured that you're alright. 

He shucks off his jacket and his bag of dirty clothes by the door and unlaces his shoes. Hand pressed to the wall, Spencer walks down the short hall, past your living room and kitchen, to your bedroom door. 

"No, Doctor!" you say in a hushed shout from behind the door. "You can't eat that, that's one of his favourites. Woah, that tickles." 

Honestly, the first thing Spencer thinks is that you've gotten so bored you've found yourself enacting odd role play. The second thing he thinks is that you've found someone to do it with, and he quickly backtracks the first thing. He doesn't like the sounds of it, but he can be into it if you're into it. Probably. 

"Y/N?" he asks, pulling down the handle and opening the door.

You're sitting on the floor by your bed in strange attire. His t-shirt (that, while he appreciates the sentiment, does not fit you even slightly) under an old soft sweater with a huge hole in the collar. Black sweatpants, one sock, and a pair of white bunny ears perched in your hair. 

"You're not supposed to be back until seven," you say, shocked.

"That was my seven, not your seven… Surprise?" 

"Spence, I'd totally run at you right now, but," —you point at your lap— "I'm occupied." 

Spencer is disappointed, doubly confused by what you're pointing at. The soft lump at your abdomen isn't your tummy after all, but a moving grey creature of the same colour. 

"A rabbit?" he asks, eyes widening as the bunny in question nuzzles your sweater for petting. 

"Doctor Bunny Reid," you say, avoiding Spencer's eyes, a sheepish tinge to your admission. "To be precise."

"Your sock?" he asks, moving down onto his knees adjacent to your own. 

"He took it. I don't know where it went." 

Spencer quirks a smile. "He's cute. I don't think I can compete, really." 

You put your hand on the bunny's back and lean forward. "You compete," you say, pouting gently, "you're adorable." 

His smile turns to pleased surprise as you kiss him. Twice in quick succession, before you arm curls behind his back for a loose hug over your new pet.

Spencer breathes in your smell. Or, attempts to. "The hay and ammonia is a lot." 

"I know. I'll figure it out, I promise… I missed you, Spence." 

"I can sort of tell." Spencer isn't sure he needs to be a profiler to realise that adopting a bunny and naming it after him while he was gone is the sort of thing only a very lonely person would do. "How's he so calm?" 

"He's, um, four years old, he's used to handling. I got him at the pound. His owner died last week." 

"You have all the stuff for him?" 

"Of course I do," you say, leaning back to meet his eyes. "I didn't mean to get him just 'cos I was lonely, I promise I actually read up on it before I decided. He's handsome, isn't he? You wanna feel how silky his ears are?" 

Spencer doesn't doubt you care, or that you're responsible, he's just surprised. You hadn't mentioned wanting a rabbit before. Petting the rabbits ears softly, he asks, "You know they live for eight to twelve years? Sometimes longer? The oldest rabbit ever documented was eighteen years old." 

You frown. "I know, Spence, it's a commitment. I should've asked you first, but I–" 

"No, I mean. It's not about that, I hope we get longer than eighteen years together. But are you sure Doctor Bunny Reid is the name you want to choose?" 

Your face floods with relief. "Well, his real name was Mr. Patterson. Which one do you like better?" 

The bunny has enough of your lap, hopping down onto the floor and bolting for what appears to be a big wooden house you've set up for him. There are black partitions for an enclosure leaned up against the wall. Spencer can guess exactly how he'll be spending the day, and it involves less cuddling than he thought. 

Spencer takes your empty lap as an opportunity to hug you again, a protective hand cupped behind your head. "Definitely Mr. Patterson," he says, resting his nose against your cheek. 

You laugh infectiously, leaning back under his weight.

"I missed you. I'm glad to be home," he murmurs. 

You hug him tighter. "I missed you, too." 

[subspencer]

ummm, calling spencer princess and he pouts and squirms because he’s not a princess, jerking him off and rubbing your thumb over his cute tip 🥺

this speaks to me <3 reader can be gender neutral in this

wc: 1.1k. cw: handjob (male receiving), teasing/orgasm denial, oh and some light bondage but in a loving way

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Spencer wiggled his ankles against his restraints; two of your favorite silk scarves, tied around each of his ankles. They were bound to two legs of his wooden chair, legs spread apart just a little. His hands were bound behind the chair, as well.

He was in this position because you loved him.

You came home earlier that evening to him, waiting for you in your apartment like he had always belonged there. He wasn’t doing anything special; just curling up on your sofa with one of your old books to pass the time. Wearing your favorite cardigan of his, a cup of tea in front of him. He looked so adorable like that. So deserving of your love, your praises, and all your attention.

So you had to do this. You needed him out on display for you, sitting pretty and patiently while you took your time to appreciate all of him.

You faced him in his lap, straddling both of his bare thighs. Your fingers pored over every inch of him, memorizing him just by touch. They left no stone unturned, almost. Avoiding only the areas where he wanted your attention the most.

You loved his long, perfect legs. Especially his thighs, which by far were the strongest part of him. He felt sturdy underneath you, like a safe place where you could always come to rest, because they would hold you. You could feel them flex and tense under you as he got more turned on; even feeling your body shifting with his, up and down, each time he tensed and relaxed.

And you could stare at his bare arms all day long. No one would ever know it because he hid them behind all his layers, but he had the most beautifully defined arms, that you never felt you saw enough of. Even on the lean side, they had a bit of tone to them. Not to mention the veins that ran through his forearms, down to the prettiest hands you’ve ever seen. All of those hidden things showed through when he did anything physical. Like strain his wrists against something he knew he wasn’t going to get out of.

He even had the cutest tummy. Soft and nearly hairless. Nearly. He had the lightest smattering of hair below his navel, which always guided your vision right down to arguably, your most favorite part of him. Your fingers traced that light path, tickling those wispy hairs and dipping low. Only the tip of your longest finger got close enough to touching the base of his aching dick before you dragged your hand back up again.

Digging your fingertips into his soft lower belly, you captured him in a heated kiss. One of your hands found its way up to his cute, tiny nipple. Flicking it roughly before taking it between two fingers, rolling and gently tugging.

“Please,” he broke off the kiss in a gasp, throat tightening the more you teased his chest, “please…please, please.” He didn’t even know what it was he was begging for, but he couldn’t stop saying it. He didn’t care what it was, he would take anything so long as you gave him contact where he needed it.

“What do you want, princess?” you mewled below his ear, nuzzling your nose into his soft brown locks. He always smelled like citrus and warm spice.

His chest rumbled at the name. He hated being called that.

You thought of it differently, but to Spencer, it reminded him of how absolutely helpless he was in your hands. Like a pitiful mess just waiting for someone else to take care of him. He loved you, and loved how much you loved him, but he hated the reminder that he was fucking needy.

“M’not a princess.” The words he tried to spit out got strangled up in his throat when he felt your hand suddenly grip his neglected cock.

You kept your hand still at its base, feeling him pulse inside your hand. His whines got pathetic as you gripped him tighter and tighter, getting close to making it painful. You brought him right up to the point where you expected him to cry out, and stopped just before it. Then, you released him.

“If you’re not my princess,” you scolded, grazing your teeth against his neck, “then you won’t get treated like one.”

You quickly jumped out of his lap. His regret was immediate.

“No, please! Please, come back.” His face was an absolute wreck; cheeks and lips equally red, a line of sweat above his upper lip right where that ghost of his stubble began to show through.

You walked around his chair, placing your palm flat on his chest and dragging it as you walked, across his shoulder and around to his back where you stopped. The other hand laid heavily on his neck, fingertips delicately placed over his pulse point. His heart was pumping fast.

“Say you’re my princess.” You cupped his jawbone, bending his neck back so he was looking up at you. His pulse picked up.

“Pleasee, I –”

“You know the magic words, baby.” You mimicked the big, puppy eyes he gave you and leaned forward, nuzzling your noses together. He just looked so cute when he wanted something.

Spencer swallowed, pushing his lips outward. You quickly bent in to give them a stolen kiss.

“Please make me your princess,” he whispered. You rewarded him by coming around and straddling his lap once more.

Your mouth slipped over his in a slow, tongue-rolling kiss as you finally touched his dick. It was flushed an angry red, the blush took over his entire lower stomach and sprawled up to his flat chest. Using the leaking precome to slick him up, your palm moved slowly up and down on him. Stopping every so often to thumb small circles over his tip, met with whimpers each time you dragged your thumb over his slit.

You pulled away from the kiss, just to ask, “Say it again for me?”

“I’m your princess.”

You moaned in his ear, working your hand faster against him. You could hear him say that over and over, forever. “Again?”

“I’m your princess,” he groaned, thrusting his hips into your closed fist, riding your hand with whatever range of motion he could afford.

“Again?” You worked him faster, your own breaths getting shorter as you felt him throbbing in your hand.

He was so, so nearly there and when he finally spilled himself all over your hand, letting it slowly drip onto his thigh, he kept mumbling, “I’m your princess! I’m your princess.”

[foxy-eva]

Sleepy Golden Storm

Summary: Reader and Spencer Reid enjoy some morning cuddles

Pairing: Spencer Reid x GN!Reader

Category: Fluff

Content Warnings: none

Author’s note: Here’s a soft and fluffy little fic that made me feel all warm and fuzzy when I wrote it. It was inspired by the line “Your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm” from the Leonard Cohen song Hey, that’s no way to say goodbye. Let me know what you think!

Word count: 1.3k

Masterlist

Your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm

Whenever I came home from a night shift and found you sleeping peacefully on my side of the bed, I was convinced Leonard Cohen must have written this verse about you. The logical part of my brain knew of course that this couldn’t be true for many reasons. But this exact line always replayed in my head when I saw you like this.

The rising sun managed to sneak one of its rays through a crack in the curtains, illuminating our bedroom in soft shades of red and orange. Your unruly curls on my pillow did look like a golden storm then, so soft and disheveled, begging me to let my fingers run through them.

Even though you had done it many times before, seeing you sleeping on my side of our shared bed always let my heart skip a beat. When I noticed you lying there for the first time many months ago you had told me that every fibre of your body was yearning for my presence whenever I worked nights. The only way to soothe that longing was for you to be able to breathe in my scent lingering on the sheets.

The wood of the floorboards cracked when I stepped closer to the bed to take in the sight in front of me. I was afraid the sound would wake you up, but you only scrunched your nose for a fraction of a second and kept breathing steadily. I smiled to myself at the fact that this tic of yours was so deeply embedded in your subconscious that you couldn’t even shake it in your dreams. Your face looked absolutely perfect, your features relaxed and the lower half of it covered in stubbles. Ever since I had told you how much I adored your little scruff you stopped shaving every day.

You looked so peaceful, lying on your side, one arm under the pillow and the other on top of the blanket, holding the fabric in a loose grip. Although the comforter hid most of your body from my sight, I could picture the way your legs were positioned on the mattress, your knees bent and curled up. I assumed you would be wearing one of your checkered pajama pants you had owned for a decade, the patterns already fading and the material almost too thin to provide warmth from being washed and dried countless times.

I always showered at the hospital after my night shifts to not wake you up when I came home. I had already changed into my oversized sleeping shirt and pajama shorts as quietly as possible. Timidly I lifted the comforter to crawl into bed behind you, pressing my front into your back and wrapping my arm around you under the covers. You sensed my presence instantly without having to fully wake up, shifting your position slightly to lean further into my body. I pressed my face on your shoulder for a second to take in your scent before I let my head rest on the pillow behind you, your curls tickling my cheeks.

I let my hand glide over your thigh, feeling the soft fabric of your pants. I lingered on your hip for a second, squeezing it gently before my hand found its way under the hem of your shirt. Your abdominal muscles twitched when I let my fingertips trace the line of hair right beneath your belly button. I circled your navel with my index finger twice and noticed your skin breaking out in goosebumps. I knew it wouldn’t be long now before all of your drowsiness left you and you fully woke up.

I flattened my hand to let it slowly roam over your tummy, relishing the softness of it. I had to suppress the urge to bury my fingers into your tender flesh, still trying to give you some time to leave the grip of sleep at your own pace. I don’t know why but your skin always felt extra warm and delicate in the mornings. My hand wandered further up your body and I let my palm rest on your chest, counting your heartbeats while I pressed my lips onto the nape of your neck.

I heard a hum leave your throat when you felt my kiss on your skin and I whispered against it, “I missed you so much, sleepy boy.” You took your sweet time to fully wake up, your eyes still closed when your arm wandered underneath the covers and reached behind you to make contact with me. You gave my waist a tender squeeze before you slowly shifted your body, turning around to be able to face me. I let my hand slip out from under your shirt and placed it on your back, caressing it gently.

Your eyes were still half-lidded and weary when they found mine. It seemed like it took you a couple of seconds to fully fathom that you were awake and I was really here. When your brain caught up with the fact that you were not dreaming anymore, you smiled at me and put your hand on my cheek, your thumb tracing my skin. Your lips looked so smooth and kissable I couldn’t resist them any longer. My mouth found yours in an instant and you gladly accepted the contact. After a few moments I decided that kissing your lips was not enough and peppered your whole face with little pecks while a breathy laugh left your throat. First I found your cheeks, then your nose, your forehead, your jaw, your temple and then your mouth again.

When I was satisfied for now I let my head rest on the pillow again to look at you. My little ministrations apparently helped to fully wake you up and I reciprocated the smile you granted me. You closed the small gap between us to kiss me once more while your hand made its way under my shirt, tracing the sensitive skin along my spine. You drew little circles with your fingertips, leaving goosebumps on your way and making me shiver slightly. Both of us always craved skin to skin contact after being separated for more than a few hours. My palm wandered from your back up to the nape of your neck, making contact with your soft curls. I let my hand dishevel what was already a little messy, intertwining my fingers with your hair.

“Good morning my love,” you mumbled against my lips with a hoarse voice. You pulled back slightly to be able to fully look at me. “I missed you so much,” you continued.

I put my hand down on your shoulder and gave it a tender push, implicitly telling you to lay on your back. I curled into your side, put my arm around your torso and let my legs entangle with yours. I buried my face into the crook of your neck and placed a kiss on your pulse-point. You let one of your hands rest on the small of my back and put the other one on my upper arm, holding me tightly.

The warmth you provided for me made my insides tingle and my heart swell. I found so much comfort and security in the way you held me, sending my body into a deeply relaxed state. I noticed how my breathing evened out and slowed down in tandem with the sound of your heartbeat. The harbingers of sleep were already dulling my senses when you kissed the top of my head and whispered, “Sweet dreams. I love you.”

I wanted to tell you how much I loved you as well but I was already too far gone. I repeated it in my mind instead, over and over again, hoping you would be able to hear it somehow.

I love you, Spencer

[fictionfunshop]

Wake up call - One Shot

Inspired by this gif-set by @reidgifs.

Him resting his leg on the chair does stuff to me.

18+ / smut!

You didn't even need to open your eyes to know that he wasn't next to you. You shimmed your hand across the bed to find his side cold and let out a whine. You knew some cases took their toll on him, and you could hear it in his voice when he called you from the plane earlier inviting you over. It was times like this you wondered why he does this job at all, why put yourself through all that horror without even a good outcome. Your eyelids flutter open and look around the room as best as you could, noticing a slither of light coming from the bedroom door.

You stretch over to his side of his bed and cuddle into his pillow, hoping that his smell will get you back to sleep. For someone who spends most of his time in motels and sleeping in chairs, the fact that Spencer had a comfortable bed didn't surprise you; nothing about his apartment did. After months of dating and sleepovers being exclusively at yours, he finally let you come over, spluttering on about how dirty it was, but you didn't care. Building his trust had been the most important thing. The fact that he let you through the door made your heart burst and fall more in love with him than you thought possible. It also signalled a change in him; you noticed his shoulders relaxed a little when you cuddled into him on the couch and how much lighter his laugh was bouncing off his dark green walls in his safe space. You glanced to the door, hoping to see any sign that he was joining you again, but after a few silent moments, you decided to try to find him. You slipped out of the sheets, draped one of his shirts over your body and tip-toed out into the light.

That's where you found him. He’s sitting by his desk, surrounded by books and case files, wearing a t-shirt, his boxers, and a guilty look on his face.

"Did I wake you?" the guilt amplified on his features. You shook your head before you join him, wrapping your arm around his shoulders nuzzling into his neck.

"Just missed you," You can feel him smile as he rubs your arm. "What has you awake?"

"This last case…I. think I missed something, so I've been looking through some books I was reading last summer," You knew he was on a roll and not to say anything until he calmed down a little, so you sat down on the corner of his desk, you let a small smile escape when his hand finds you thigh, and his thumb rubs circles.

"Spencer," You take his hand to your chest, which grabs his attention. "I know I'm probably out of line when I say this, but it's over. You did everything you could; you all did."

"Sometimes I feel like I didn't do enough… I'm the genius. I'm meant to know everything..." He says the last part in a whisper as he looks up at you with his wide brown eyes, and your heart breaks a little.

You take his face into your hands, your fingers tangling into his hair. You know he didn't want an answer to the question. He just wanted someone to listen to him. It worried you to think of a time before when he would probably sit here in darkness for hours, pouring over files with no sound other than pages turning. He buries his head into your chest and wraps his arms around your waist. You twist random strands of his hair between your fingers, noticing that there's an auburn fleck when it catches the light. He lifts his head from your chest; his eyes glance at your attire. You keep your fingers in his hair, moving it away from his eyes.

"Is that my shirt?" You nod your head, "Looks good on you…" his hands move underneath to your bare skin and just like that, the files and books around him are forgotten, his eyes are starting to cloud over.

He stands up from his chair and moves between your legs, and you shift your position on his desk so you are perched in place. He leans down and captures your lips in his; the minute your tongues meet, he lets out a groan, and his large hands find the small buttons of his shirt; you shrug it from your shoulders, leaving you on his desk in your lacy underwear. He breaks away from the kiss, his gaze trailing all over your body.

"You are so beautiful like this…" his hands' ghost your ribcage before finding your hard nipples, "You know I'll think of this every time I sit here from now on…" he bends his head down and flicks his tongue over your nipple, his nimble fingers working the one, not in his mouth. You let out a gasp, your nails finding his shoulders as he switches, his teeth now grazing the sensitive bud. You can feel a wet patch being left on the wood underneath you.

"Spence…" you whine.

You know he's smirking because he knows you so well. His free hand travels down to your underwear where he cups you; you let out a whine when his hand connects with you. He breaks away from your chest, and you both lock eyes.

"Fuck me, you're soaked…" he dips his fingers beyond the lace and circles your entrance, your hips snap forward to try and get some relief.

He smiles as he gathers your juices and circles your clit lightly, your name cursing from his lips now. You whine as he removes his fingers before he tugs your underwear down your legs. He opens the top drawer of the desk and drops them in.

"You could've asked; I would've given you a clean pair."

"But I want these ones", he winks at you.

You let out a chuckle before he grabs your hips and pulls you to the edge. He kneels between your legs, throwing them over his shoulder before he dives in, his tongue dipping between your folds.

"Jesus Christ!" You can feel him trace shapes with his tongue on your clit, and you're in heaven; one of your hands is tangled in his hair again, your other hand keeping you in place on the desk.

You can feel your orgasm building quickly in the pit of your stomach when his fingers start pumping you.

"So close – fuck Spencer!" he moans against your clit as you feel your orgasm wash over you, your legs shaking as he continues his assault while you come down from your high.

He pulls back from between your thighs, his lips and chin glistening and a massive smile on his face.

"Did I do well baby?" You nod your head as he takes off his t-shirt and slips down his boxers.

That’s when you see how hard he is. Your hand reaches out to touch him as you slowly pump him in your hand, his pre-cum leaking into your palm with every movement.

"I need you inside me", you croak out; you both hear the needy tone in your voice.

He replaces your hand with his own, lining himself at your entrance before he slides in slowly. You let out a cry when he snaps his hips forward; he steadies himself with one of his arms on the desk, the other holds your hip in place as he fucks you so slow and deep you can feel the tears prick the corner of your eye.

"You feel so good baby," he moves the hand on your hip to your jaw, smashing your lips together.

His encouragement made you tug on his hair and bit his lip as he starts to pick up the pace a little; it makes you wonder if he was made for your pleasure. He feels that good inside you, hitting your cervix with every stroke, stretching you to your limit in the most delicious way possible. He pulls away from you, and you can see the concentration on his face, the vein on his forehead now visible as he tries to keep himself together. You dip your hand between your bodies and circle to bundle of nerves between your legs, and a loud moan escapes your lips as you tighten even further around him.

"So close…so fucking good…" you mumble, almost giving yourself permission to fall apart, your nails digging into his supporting arm as you collapse back on top of the papers on his desk.

Through your haze, you can feel him pull out, and he coats your tummy and chest with his orgasm; he catches himself from falling on top of you with his steady hand. He must notice the look on hour face.

"I don't think Hotch would appreciate my cum all over the files" you let out a giggle as he pecks your lips, "Stay here, and I'll clean you up."

You close your eyes, and you hear his feet patter to his kitchen and grabbing some tissue and a damp cloth. You snap your eyes open when you feel him wipe himself from you, him gazing at you with complete adoration in his eyes.

You always hope that he can see the same in yours.

"C'mon, sleeping beauty, we can pass out for a few hours before we have to get up again." He pulls you from his desk and back to bed.

[spencerlouis]

i’ve missed your writing! i’d love to see some classic post prison chubby spencer if you’re up for it :))

Spencer rocked in his chair at his desk, self-consciously adjusting his cardigan over his tummy. This morning he couldn’t fit into the pants he was going to wear, but managed to squeeze into these ones, they were uncomfortably tight with his belly and love handles forming a prominent muffin top. Spencer didn’t want to admit to himself he had gained so much weight after leaving prison, but he couldn’t deny it any longer. He was worried someone was going to call him out on his weight gain, but so far no one had. 

Over the next few weeks, Spencer had tried to hide his extra weight. He would layer his clothes to draw attention away from his stomach, he ate less, and tried to make himself appear as small as possible. Most of the team hadn’t picked up on these new behaviours, except strangely enough, the one who wasn’t a profiler, Penelope. 

Penelope had noticed Spencer had gained weight and she thought he looked absolutely adorable with his round cheeks and plush stomach. But she also noticed he was insecure about the extra pounds, her heart breaking when he would try to hide his body or when he would turn down food. 

One day, they had a case in D.C and Emily told Spencer to work with Garcia on the codes the Unsub was leaving, their job was to solve them and to figure out what they meant. 

At twelve Garcia pulled out her lunch, “Oh, Spence! I made these for you,” she said with a beaming smile, holding her hand out with a package of cookies in them, “they’re shortbread.” 

Spencer bit his lip. He loved shortbread cookies, but those definitely wouldn’t help him lose his belly. “Uh, no thanks Garcia,” he mumbled, avoiding her eyes. 

“But I made them specially for you,” Garcia told him. That caused Spencer to look at her and see the soft smile on her face and hopeful look she had in her eyes.

Spencer reached out and took the cookies, “Thank you, Garcia.” He gave her a smile, but on the inside he was torn. He really wanted to eat the cookies but he had gotten so chubby lately and he didn’t feel like he deserved them. He sucked in his stomach causing Garcia’s smile to quickly turn into a frown. 

“You don’t have to do that, you know.”

“Huh?”

“Suck your tummy in,” Garcia said as she nodded towards his stomach. Spencer’s cheeks flushed red. “You look fine with a tummy, Spencer. You don’t have to try and hide it,” she continued. 

Spencer looked down at his body and let out a breath, his tummy rounding out. “I just feel… bad about it, I guess,” he mumbled. 

“You shouldn’t. I’m not the skinniest and I don’t feel bad about it,” Garcia told him.

“It’s different,” Spencer tried to reason, fidgeting with his fingers, “you look good with curves. I don’t. And I’m supposed to be skinny, I’ve always been skinny,” Spencer’s voice broke and he started to sniffle, “Ever since prison… I’ve just… I've been eating a bit more and now I've gotten fat because of it.”

Garcia turned Spencer’s head to look at her, “ You’re not ‘supposed’ to be anything. You went through something traumatic and you shouldn't be upset with your body or yourself for relaxing and enjoying things,” she told him, “you look nice like this, Spencer and you deserve to enjoy things, including food.” 

Spencer blushed, “thank you, Garcia,” he said as he took a bite out of the cookie.

“You’re welcome. And if you ever feel bad about your body, just tell me and I’ll be happy to remind you how perfect it is.”

If anyone wants to send me chubby Louis Tomlinson or chubby Spencer Reid concepts, ideas, or requests you can. The only thing I don’t want is anything with full on s3x and outright f33derism. Any ship is fine as well.

Also feel free to ask me questions as long as they are respectful

[letarasstuff]

“Daddy, I don’t feel so good.”

(A/N): This is definitely not a Marvel reference. Nope.

Summary: The youngest Reid got sick, but the babysitter can’t come. Spencer has no other chance than to bring her into the office.

Warnings: Except for talking about sickness (nothing graphic) and medicine none.

Wordcount: 1.2k

✨Masterlist✨

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Spencer would never call himself a helicopter parent. Of course he protects his daughter and worries about her pretty much all the time, though he tries to keep it to a reasonable amount.

But a few words can make his world stop.

He woke her up a few minutes ago to get her ready for school. (Y/N) always needs one or two moments to get to herself in the morning, so Spencer let her stay in bed for the time being. That’s why he is confused to hear the sound of little feet paddling on the floor earlier than usual.

“Baby, are you ok?” he asks her after picking the little girl up. When she mutters six little words he immediately kisses her forehead to measure her temperature.

“Daddy I don’t feel so good.”

“I can only imagine. Seems like you got a fever, bug. What about your tummy?” Spencer goes into mother hen mode almost immediately. Waiting for (Y/N)’s answer he sets her on the kitchen counter and rummages through the cabinets for medicine.

“It feels a little funny. And my nose hurts and I can’t breath through it. My throat is itchy”, she explains, her voice sounding nasal.

“Here, take this, it will make you feel better in no time. You can’t go to kindergarten today and the babysitter isn’t able to come in on such short notice. I think you have to visit daddy at work. Do you want to visit me at work?”

(Y/N) claps her hands in excitement and nods her head rapidly.

A little later a disheveled Spencer and a slicked (Y/N) on his hip enter the bullpen. She has her blue little backpack on her Auntie Pen gifted her last christmas.

The doctor’s first trip is to Hotch’s office. He knocks on his door softly, waiting for the “Come in”.

“Hey Hotch, uh (Y/N) got sick overnight and nobody was able to watch her. Is it ok for her to spend the day here today? I will take a sick day tomorrow, but there is this important paperwork I have to finish”, Spencer over-explains.

“Hi Uncle Hotch!” The little girl exclaims tiredly. The medicine begins to work, making her a bit loopy.

“Hey (Y/N)”, he smiles at her, “It’s not a problem, Reid, as long as she is not a distraction.”

At this both men know who is meant: The whole team. But you can’t blame them, Reid’s daughter is too adorable for her own good.

After a brief “thank you” Spencer goes to his desk, setting his girl beside him in a chair.

“Sweetheart, I need you to stay here and be quiet, ok? You got your entertainment with you, do you?”

“Yes daddy!” Then she pulls out several pencil cases and a coloring book, keeping herself occupied.

One after the other the rest of the team arrive at the scene. Each of them greets the little family, swooning over (Y/N), but are also worried over her flushed cheeks and red nose. Especially JJ has a look on her face that can only be described as Momma Bear.

“Do you need anything, Honey? I’m pretty sure I got some nice tea in my office. And a blanket. I’ll get them for you. Do you need anything, Spence? Will gets off early today, he wanted to watch some movies with the boys, I’m sure he won’t mind watching over (Y/N)”, she offers.

“Thank you, but we got everything situated. (Y/N) has her favorite blanket with her, I have a travel mug prepared with her favorite tea and I got medicine with me for her. Her backpack is filled with books, coloring books and pencils, her stuffed sloth she got from Morgan and I downloaded a few movies and shows on my phone as well as some audiobooks. We are prepared for anything.”

Spencer is certain he thought everything through. That he counted every possible scenario in and that there is nothing he doesn't have a plan for. But there is one thing he completely forgot:

His daughter gets extremely clingy when she is either tired or sick. At the moment, she is both.

“Daddy, can we cuddle? Professor Curie feels lonely.” To emphasize her point (Y/N) holds her stuffed sloth up. Only a child of Spencer’s would be nerdy enough to name her toy after an accomplished female scientist.

“Baby, I have to work. When we get home we can cuddle as long as Professor Curie wants. How does that sound?” The doctor looks down at her, which is his biggest mistake, because he is met by her big puppy dog eyes. Prentiss often half heartedly jokes she got not only her brains from him, but also this look.

With a sigh Spencer gives in. He pushes his chair a bit back and picks (Y/N) up from hers. The doctor sets her down on his lap and drapes the TARDIS patterned blanket he couldn’t resist buying her over her back. The little girl’s head lays on his chest, listening to his heart beat, which makes her fall asleep.

A while later - Spencer is totally engrossed in his paperwork - Penelope enters the bullpen after hearing her favorite Reid is here today. She absolutely isn’t prepared for the scene she is greeted by:

(Y/N) snores softly, her fist balling into Spencer's sweater vest and her stuffed animal is dangerously close to falling down.

“Spencer Reid, I don’t know why you didn’t tell me my favorite human being, no offence Chocolate Thunder, visits the bureau, but I can’t even be mad at you at this picture of pure cuteness and innocence”, she says in an accusatory tone.

“I’m sorry, Garcia, but (Y/N) got sick overnight and I didn’t know where to go with her since I got this important paperwork to fill out”, Spencer excuses himself, running a hand through his messy hair. He is happy that his daughter isn’t super difficult to handle when she is sick. Still he feels more stressed than ever.

“No offence taken”, Morgan mumbles, looking at his goddaughter.

“No problem, Boy Wonder. When she wakes up, tell Wonder Baby her Aunt Penelope loves her and hopes she gets better soon.”

A couple mugs of coffee later, which are brought to him by his best friend, Spencer gently and carefully packs up both his and his daughter’s belongings before setting her on his hip, cautious to not wake her up. He says his goodbyes to his colleagues, getting a few promises to come visit both of them over the next days to help him out a bit.

“Daddy? Are we going home and cuddle?” (YN) asks sleepily. Her father’s heart melts at her small voice.

“Yes, we are. Do you want some chicken noodle soup later, baby?”

“Only if we eat Jell-O for dessert.”

“Of course, bug.”