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[webbluvrsugar]

being Rafe’s little trophy wife is… a hell of a journey.

Marrying this man wasn’t the first thought you had in mind, not by a mile, he was crazy, — that’s what everyone else said, that he was a psychopath with anger issues and that he didn’t care about anyone else but himself — but as soon as you saw that this man was making big figures every year, you couldn’t help but lean into the offer, he needed a wife, wouldn’t hurt to play into the part and live into the luxury life he would offer even if you didn’t know him.

So now there you were, on a date in the dining table of a fancy restaurant he planned and reserved and that somehow, he managed to arrive late to. Sure, you looked a little pathetic with a glass of rosé wine on your hands and waiting for the man to arrive, but when he does, the view is worth the time.

“Sorry doll, meeting ran late.” He sits down in front of you, the waiter looks at you with a surprised expression as if he thought your date wouldn’t show up, you smirk through the corner of your lips.

“It’s fine,” you smile at him, putting down your glass. “I ordered some wine if you don’t mind?” You ask, he scoffs at you as if a bottle of rosé wine would make him go bankrupt.

“Nahh, it’s fine,” he adjusts in his chair, slightly manspreading as he places his hands on the table before looking away and calling the waiter with a simple nod. “Have you thought about what you’re eating?” The waiter places the menus down.

“Uhm.. no, I was waiting for you.” You take the menu into your fingers, opening it a hand to fiddle through the pages, he does the same.

“Waiting, huh? So polite, aren’t you?” He’s almost toying with you, even if it’s just a meaningless tease, he still does it, makes you chuckle, he’s been in a few dates like this, but he’s actually interested in knowing you.

“Got to keep up the appearances.” You smile again, taking a sip of your wine, Rafe likes you, that’s a start.

This date is one of the best you’ve been in, it goes smoothly, you both have chemistry with each other, and after you’re tipsy from a few glasses of wine — and him too from his whiskey — he asks you if you want to come back to his place.

Of course you agree.

“Ohhh — fuck.” You whimper as he keeps ramming into you, hips thrusting with fervour into you as he shoves your head into he sheets, large hand firm and smothering you down, his other hand holding onto your hips.

“Shit, you’ll be such a good little trophy wife, yeah?” He smirks, you can practically feel that smirk on you. “A good housewife,” he lets go of your hips and delivers a sharp smack to your ass. “And even a good mom.”

You moan below him, hand clenching on the sheets, almost ripping through them as he keeps moving his hips.

“Don’t even need to speak,” he groans, his hand pulls you by your hair to make your back meet his chest, his lips find your ear.

“I know you will.”

[babygorewhore]

Kinktober

Two fics a week will be posted starting October 1st.

Rafe Cameron-Primal

Rafe Cameron-Blood Play

Rafe Cameron- Sadism/masochism

JJ Maybank-Knife Play

Spencer Reid-Worship

Spencer Reid-Bondage

Logan Howlett-Somno

Cooper Adams/Abbott-CNC

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[webbluvrsugar-recs]

moodboard for my dear spoiledtennis!reader au on @webbluvrsugar .

check out the au, you might just like it!

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To everyone who sent me birthday wishes, thank you so very much 🙏😊 each of you touched my heart and made my day even more beautiful. love you 💜💜 hugs and kisses to you all 💋💋💜💜💋💋

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apologies if i missed someone

[fae-of-prey]

Do you have any recs

idk what specific kinds of recs you’re looking for so i’ll recommend some of my fav blogs rn! (in no particular order) (also most of these are obx but some aren’t + some are multifandom)

@murdrdocs @randomoutsiders @bunnyrafe @2tarbell @42angelgirl @sunniepoo @starkeysprincess @nemesyaaa @drewsarms @shawtycoreee @webbluvrsugar @erwinsvow @wandagcre @rafecameroninterlude @princessbrunette

i hope this was helpful but if there’s any other kinds of recs you’re looking for i’m happy to recommend some stuff!<3

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heyy I know this is super random buttt I found this mood board from another creator on here n I just thought it was so pretty that I’d like to share it with you, ud probably like it!

https://www.tumblr.com/webbluvrsugar/761090734383398912/500-followers-special-moodboards-final-part

GODDDD I love it :((( thinking about how rich Art would get makes me soooo dizzy he really would love to spoil his baby :((((( 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

[webbluvrsugar]

teaching Tom Riddle how to love.

cw: fluff with smut

He has you pinned on his bedsheets, you’ve sneaked away to his chambers just to do this, it’s not like you’ve been dating, but you’ve been hanging around — and fucking — each other for a while now, and for Tom, that’s a really big deal.

He’s been fucking you the way he wishes the past times, hard, rough, with your head flush against the pillow, ramming into you without any sorts of feelings, without attaching himself, it’s nice, pleasurable, but he’s been doing it for himself.

He’s inside you already, cock stretching you out as he stays still, his head leans down to meet your neck, breathing your scent before he kisses your jaw, his lips moving to your ear.

“Tell me how you like it.” His voice is low and it grumbles in your ear, when you can’t answer right away, he gives you a slight thrust.

Your hands goes to his on your hips, slightly pushing him back before taking his hands and placing them over your breasts, his breath itches, he slightly massages the flesh, toying with your nipples as he lets you guide him.

“Slowly…” you mutter, he carefully starts moving his hips in a pace he hasn’t used before, it all feels foreign, somehow more intimate but it still gets you to mewl so he doesn’t complain. “Like that.”

Tom nods, he keeps rolling his hips into you, slow and soft so you can feel exactly every way his cock stretches you out, letting out slow whimpers as he does it.

“Does it feel good?” He asks, another soft whisper in your ear as he makes his thrusts a little more sharp, taking your air out of your lungs and forcing a moan out of you.

“Yes, just… hold me close.” You ask, hands wrapping around his neck to pull him flush to your body, slightly burying your head on your shoulder.

Tom hasn’t felt like this before, like he’s being needed, he also didn’t think that slow, passionate sex would feel so nice when he obviously prefers to do it the hard way.

But you like it.

So he keeps doing it the way you asked him to, leaning into the pleasure your cunt provides as the time passes, and when you’re done and both lazy and mushy next to each other, your head flush to his chest, he lets himself provide that care to you, hesitantly dragging a hand to your hair and brushing it away to see your face, thumb lightly caressing your exposed cheek.

‘It’s not so unpleasant after all’ he thinks.

[webbluvrsugar]

Spencer finally gets back from prison, first thing he does is go and see shy!reader.

cw: tiny angst with fluff, fools in love.

You didn’t know Spencer was out. He didn’t tell you, — which is weird considering you thought you were finally making progress when he started sending you letters — the team didn’t tell you, not even Garcia, you only knew he was out when he came to your house and knocked on your door. Two knocks. It was familiar, only he knocked that way, but it could be a miss understanding, at least that’s what could’ve been if he wasn’t standing right in front of you when you opened the door.

You thought you were hallucinating, fair for an FBI agent, but you weren’t, he was standing right in front of you, face still roughed up, brows slightly furrowing when he saw you.

“I know I didn’t — tell… I was coming, or that I was even out, and I’m sorry.” His voice is low, no longer as hushed as it was when you went to visit him, you feel like you can’t breathe for a single moment because… he really is here.

You stay silent for a while, his eyes roam over you, it’s late at night, you’re wearing a fluffy oversized sweater, white slippers and your hair lightly messed up, he can’t help but just think of how much he missed you, how pretty you look even now.

“Can I come in?” He asks, almost pleading, wide eyes staring into yours.

You nod, finally taking a breath, stepping to the side as he comes in. He closes the door behind him and you sit down on the couch, he remembers your apartment, small but cozy, still neat as the first time he ‘slept’ here, it makes him want to go back to make it up to you.

“I know I was a dick, didn’t write, didn’t.. respond to your letters, didn’t tell you I was out but —“ he sighs, slightly approaching you further. “I didn’t mean any of it, it was rough and I —“ he tries to finish, you cut him off.

“Spencer.” Your voice echoes through his ears like a hum, makes his shoulders slightly relax, makes him feel more relaxed.

“Yeah?” He answers, his eyes going away from yours.

“It’s fine.” You reassure. Yes, you may have been a little hurt, but he’s hurt more in there, you don’t know the things he’s gone through, you can’t blame him for any of his behaviour even with how rude it was. “Do you — want.. coffee?”

“Tea.” He chuckles.

“Tea?” You ask and he nods, maybe he needs the peace way more than he needs the energy. “Okay.”

So you stand and brew him the tea, grabbing the mug with both hands before blowing softly on it, handing it to him. This is more than he ever could ask for, and he wants to thank you for the hospitality, for the way you don’t judge him, for the way you’re so nice. He doesn’t need to say it, you can see it in his eyes.

He appreciates it all.

And he especially appreciates the way you welcome him into your bed as if nothing has passed between you.

[webbluvrsugar]

dealer!rafe x model!reader (sneaky link edition)

You’re flush against his chest fresh after just having sex, staring into the chain around his neck as your finger twirls with the metal, playing with it with a gentle smile on your face.

It’s almost wrong to be like this with Rafe, specially when he’s a drug dealer, you’re a model, your whole career pule he ruined it if someone saw you all up on his place, body naked bouncing into him as you were minutes ago, it started as an exchange at first, easy drugs and easy sex, but he liked you, kept you around in silence, didn’t tell anyone else about it and made you his favourite girl.

Bad thing was that unfortunately, you weren’t oficial, so you had to see him around other girls and that also meant his phone never stopped ringing. He claimed it was business to keep you hooked, you secretly both knew it was probably another bitch telling him how he missed her.

His phone rings again, your eyes go straight into it, Rafe takes a long drag of his blunt before reaching for his phone, murmuring a soft “Fuck.” before flipping his phone face down on his nightstand when he notices the stare that you give right at the object.

“Relax, yeah?” He smirks through the corner of his lips. “‘S business, baby.” He caresses your cheek.

You stay silent, and when he also notices your silence, he raises one eyebrow, running a calloused hand through your hair.

“You’re quiet tonight, huh?” He pokes at you again, a smile bright on his lips as his hand goes down your back, resting just above your ass.

“That’s because you almost broke my back tonight.” You murmur quietly, soft strands falling on the sheets while some cover his face, he takes a soft sniff at your hair — pinã colada, the drink you love, you and your stupid obsession with the drink. “‘N now my ass also hurts.” You whine.

His mouth curls into a smirk at her first statement, not even denying it. A hand gently smooths down your ass, rubbing in comfort, he huffs humorously at you, taking another drag of his blunt.

"You just can't handle it, mamas.” He leans in to press the tip of his nose against your temple, teasing you slightly.

“Have you thought that maybe you’re just too rough?” You scoff. “I have a photoshoot tomorrow, can’t have marks.”

He scoffs back at you, large hand going down and smacking at the flesh of your cheek, making you help.

“Weeell that’s not my goddamn problem, is it?”

[webbluvrsugar]

Spencer Reid’s new morning routine after getting with bau!reader.

When Spencer started dating you, things went off quickly and you both agreed that it would be best to start living together — after all, you couldn’t keep your hands off each other and sometimes he was just too tired to drive to your place after a long case, what he didn’t expect was the insatiable hunger you felt for him every single morning.

Sure, since you’ve been sleeping in the same bed, his morning boners have been way more common than usual, — specially because you sleep with your body clung onto his, but that’s not something he’s complaining about — but now he’s having to explain to your coworkers how you’re both getting late to work almost every morning, because usually, you’re just having sex until it’s too late to get ready for work.

“You know, Morgan’s starting to ask around and — uhm… we should really start getting dressed.” Spencer tries to get you off him, not that he doesn’t want a piece of that pussy every day, he’s even read about what gets you like this right in the morning, yet he just doesn’t know.

“Uh-huh…” you answer, bluntly uninterested in what he’s saying as you straddle him in the sheets, moving to remove your tee, which is really his, and pulling his pyjama pants down.

“You’re going to drive me insane…” he breathes, one hand moving to his hair. “Or get me fired.” He mutters, but you’re quick enough to take his lips into a kiss.

It’s not long until you’re bouncing on his cock like you depend on it, his eyes rolling back as he shivers and whimpers, hands lightly flexing on your waist as his head tosses back on the sheets, its moments like this that he doesn’t really want to get to work faster.

“Fuckkk, y’feel so good.” His eyes glance over the clock, your hand slightly moves to grab his face, his attention goes back to you.

“Sorry Spence, just a little longer.” You lean down to kiss him again, your tongue moves past his lips and his hands go up your body, taking your tits on each hand.

When you’re on top of him like that, like he’s everything you need, Spencer is not that sure if this is that much of a bad idea.

[webbluvrsugar]

Spencer Reid x Shy bau!reader: trying to work together.

cw: drabble, fluff, fools in love, mutual pining, you’re both in love and you both can’t see it.

You’re stuck alone in a small kid’s bedroom, pink pillows and princess bedsheets, toys all over the room along with books thrown on the floor, a broken window and a missing plush, you’re supposed to be investigating, but it’s almost like the presence of each other is just too distracting.

The team knows how your two feel for each other even without words needed, the glances you give at each other, the mutual pining that’s been going for months, they’re a bunch of profilers, they see it, and you two are profilers too, you should see it. But you don’t, which led to being put together in cases more times than you could count.

“Reid.” You nod for him to come closer, he does, but not after fumbling with a small toy on his hands, almost letting it fall in the process before putting it on its rightful place on the little girl’s shelf.

When he’s next to you, hands clammy on his gloves, suddenly sweatier than they were, taking just a few more steps without realising and suddenly the room feels tight, you’re both really close to each other, he can see the light flush on your cheeks but brushes it off for another different reason, maybe you have allergies or something, who knows?

“I f — found this.” You smile briefly before raising the it up on his face, a glass shard with hints of blood.

Spencer nods, mostly staring at your face than anything else as you look at him expectantly, clearing his throat before speaking.

“Yeah it… has blood in it, that’s — that’s good for the case.” He pulls out a plastic ziplock bag, handing it to you so you can place it there, closing it for you in the process.

“Let’s just hope it’s the unsub’s.” You flash him another smile again, he nods one more time with you.

You both stay silent, he’s looking over at you and you at him, his body towers over yours, you can feel your heart beating consistently, he parts his lips as if he’s about to say something, but you’re both interrupted by Hotch calling you.

“We should — We should…” you point towards the door.

“Yeah, let’s just.. go.” He nods, you walk away in front of him, he follows behind you.

When you’re both back at the bau, you’re talking to JJ and he’s on the other side of the room, sitting in front of Morgan, staring at you, because he really doesn’t know how but he just can’t get you off his mind. He sips on his coffee, Derek notices where his gaze is thrown at, one of his eyebrow raises, it’s almost like you’re too blind to realise what he’s looking at.

“Pretty boy,” Morgan smirks, Spencer turns his gaze right to you. “Go to her.”

“What? No that’s… she’s talking to JJ, I’m just not gonna go to her and..” he’s quickly interrupted by the man in front of him, who’s clearly skeptical.

“Just go, man.” Derek grabs his mug of coffee, slowly pushing him to him before sitting down.

Spencer finds himself walking towards you, gulping nervously as you turn to him, his eyes going to yours before going down to your other features, the soft plush of your lips, your cheeks, the hair that frames your face.

“Hi.” He speaks, JJ raises an eyebrow, turning to you.

“Hey.” You respond, it’s simple, a single word just like him, the blonde understands and makes a move to leave you two.

“Would you… would you uhm..” he sighs, gripping on to the hem of his sweater. “Would you like to grab lunch with me?”

You turn red almost immediately, turning silent in the process, Spencer slightly frowns, waiting for your answer, it’s been just thirteen seconds and he’s already thinking this is a bad idea, fourteen and you’re still quiet, fifteen, he’s starting to think you don’t even like him and then finally seventeen until you answer.

“Yes, I —“ You chuckle, a bright smile showing from your lips. “I would love that.”

He smiles with you, extends his hand for you to grab it, you do, fingers locking with his in a heartwarming motion, taking slow steps to the exit.

“So, what would you like to eat?” You ask as you keep walking to the elevator.

“Whatever you want to.”

[webbluvrsugar]

first time sex with the viscount (Rafe Cameron).

cw: Rafe’s nice and sweet, he’s in love with reader so that’s why he’s so pussy whipped, wedding night sex, it’s an au, rafe speaks a little bit differently to fit the style, he’s more respectful towards his newly wedded wife.

inspired by the netflix show bridgerton, so just imagine those type of sceneries,

As soon as Rafe put his eyes on you, he knew he wanted you. You were flawless to his eyes, and to a man that spent most of his time fooling around with woman, having sex with them often, he’s never had that sentiment of wanting to lock in. Before he even saw you, he only wanted pleasure, drinks and his huge fortune. It worked out well, but the pressure to get a wife was overwhelming, and he was almost going to marry a brainless blonde to make his family happy — until he met you.

For him, you were perfection as it came, perfectly maintained, docile eyes, quiet but straight to the point, smart and comical, even. All the good stuff he liked in a woman came in you and he made sure he could be a good option for you to even consider looking his way, so it didn’t take long for you to marry.

The room is quiet, the breeze slightly blows against the parts of your body that aren’t covered by your dress — he likes the colour of it, shades of baby blue and white all over you, matching your tone well. The sight of you standing there without a clue of what to do made a small smile crack onto his face - innocent, but curious, he liked it.

“It’s different, isn’t it?” His voice cuts through the room, you slowly nod.

“Yes.” You chuckle, slightly nervous. “It is.” You gulp, your hands already clenching to their own gloves. “And.. I’ve never done this before.” You admit.

He already knows that, it’s almost required for you to be untouched, but he likes that you’ve come so far to even confessing it to him.

“That… That is rather obvious.” He responds, there’s sarcasm in his voice, almost mocking in the process before it softens. “But don’t worry, I promise, I’ll be gentle with you tonight.” His words make you shiver, he takes a step closer and it feels like the room is suddenly crowded.

You knew what couples did on their wedding night, it was rather obvious, but the promise of him doing it to you sent shivers down your spine, it made you slightly squirm in place, and him coming closer to you didn’t help, if anything, it only made you think of it even more.

After a long silence, you finally speak again;

“I want you to kiss me.” You say, determined, head slightly raised upwards as you look into his eyes.

His smirk deepens, and without much hesitation he steps even closer, his lips meet yours, your eyes widen, his tongue quickly goes past your lips, takes and takes from you, sucking and lapping at every part in your mouth, sloppy as he slowly directs you to bed, dropping you in the sheets and crawling on top of you. He undresses himself, his hands going to your corset strings.

“W — Will it hurt?” You ask in a low whisper, head cocking up to him, his hands freeze in place before they continue.

“Only at first, it’ll be slightly uncomfortable..” he murmurs, leaning in, lips against the shell of your ear. “Then it’ll feel good.” He reassures, finishes removing your corset along with you dress before joining you beneath the sheets.

When he’s finally in you, he watches the way you gasp, the way your back arches and your head tosses back into the sheets, the way your nails dig into his shoulders and your face contorts into a mix of pain and pleasure spread across you features. He leans in, you moan, it’s as if you can feel him moving with every small thing he does, your moans ring sweetly in his ears.

“Shhh,” he soothes, his hands coming down to your hips to steady you. “It will get better.” He moving against you, slowly and carefully to try and soothe the pain you’re feeling, and it works, it slowly fades.

“God.” You let out, he chuckles, he notices how you start to relax under him, he takes that as an advantage to speed up, expelling constant whimpers off you.

“I promise it’ll get better, sweetheart.” He whispers.

[webbluvrsugar]

hii! i love your work <3

i was wondering if i could request a fic w post-prison spencer meeting a new recruit!reader? like they've heard so many good things abt how he's the team's genius + reader's like a burst of sunshine for spence who just got out of prison and is feeling kinda jaded but the reader fully hypes him up and compliments him like crazy.

feel free to ignore if you don't want to write it! tyty! 🤍

a/n: that is literally sooo cute! Of course! Here you go luv, made it a little bit angsty but I hope you still like it!

PART TWO.

You’re anxious to meet him, you’ve been working on the team for just a few weeks and now, they finally told you that the BAU genius is coming back — they didn’t specify why he’s gone but all you know is that he’s the smartest person you’ll ever know and that you must make a good impression.

“Relax, he’ll like you.” JJ reassures you, one hand smoothing down your shoulder as she stands next to you, the rest of the team is standing in a line to greet him and surprisingly, they trusted you with the task to give him a small gift basket, assorted things like books you’ve never seen before, multiple brands of coffee, a new mug and other stuff they told you he’d like.

“Who wouldn’t? She’s a walking unicorn.” Morgan jokes, the smirk on his face cracks a smile on yours, and when you all hear the ring of the elevator, you stand in silence.

Spencer walks in, slightly surprised with the whole ‘ceremony’ the team put on, the office lights blasting at his eyes before they go down to the pretty thing in the center holding a basket, he says a little “Hi.” and you’re immediately reaching forward, presenting yourself to him.

“I’ve heard a lot of things about you, great things, I mean, I’m just so impressed by your work and I think your way of thinking is just brilliant, I mean, that case in Seattle was so hard to crack and you — you did it in a breeze!” You smile, he slightly smiles back awkwardly, Morgan’s smile widens, after all that time, he’s still the weird nerd people remember. “The team put up this basket for you, I picked things you might like, I didn’t know what brand of coffee you’d like so here’s a bunch of them and there’s also… mugs. Multiple. Ceramic.”

Spencer stands silently, nodding towards you and taking the basket before he nods at the team, walking away to his office. You’re dumbfounded, staring up at the others with a sad frown on your face.

“What—“ you sigh. “What happened? Did I do anything wrong?” You ask, a sad smile peering through your lips.

“Listen, kid, he’s just going through a tough time right now.” Rossi responds, it does nothing to soothe the slight ache in your heart, excitement fading away as fast as it came. “I’m sure he’ll like you.” He adds, doing his best to comfort you. “Was just a tad bit much.”

You stare at Spencer through the window at his office before looking back at the team. “I’m sure he will.” You try to stay optimistic, it’s the best thing you know how to do.

When you look back at Spencer, he’s fumbling around the basket, investigating the books with his long fingers, opening one in his hands and gliding through the pages.

Maybe he will like you after all.

[webbluvrsugar]

trophywife!reader and Rafe’s first week as a proper couple — in Italy.

cw: blowjob, drabble, rafe mocks reader a lot, no use of y/n

It’s wonderful spending time with him, specially at such a different place from the Outer Banks, it’s refreshing, it’s nice, it’s new and it excites you.

Everything you want, Rafe makes sure it gets covered, all the expensive bags you see in the stores, the tight, shimmery, champagne coloured dresses that you ask for him to get you, the fancy restaurants so you can eat every amount of pasta you’d crave — hell, he wasn’t even supposed to be doing this, not when you two have a business deal, not when you’re just his trophy wife, he wasn’t supposed to give you a beautiful wedding with an amazing honeymoon, but he did, because honestly, he likes the way your face lights up when he gets you things you love, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like to see your ass in those dresses he buys or if he said he didn’t like you at all.

He’s been nothing but kind to you, and as his precious little wife, you have to make it up to him somehow, which is how you end up on your knees between his legs inside that hotel room.

His pants and boxers are hanging by his ankles, wet mouth noises ring over the room, he has both hands gripping you by the back of your head, pushing it to keep up with his pace, making you gag around his cock as you tear up, a path grin on his face as he makes you take him till he hits the back of your throat.

“Shiiittt, that’s how ya like it huh?” He teases, raising up a brow, stopping his motions and holding your head in place as he starts thrusting up into you.

“So wet and warm, ‘s just another pussy huh?” He chuckles, watching the way you finally gain courage to open your eyes and look up at him.

“What? Can’t talk? Got your mouth full?” He mocks you because he gets off on it, you look so helpless in your knees like that, looking like pretty doll just for him to use, it makes him want to spend more and more thousands on you just so he can see you like this again.

“Nah cus—if I knew you’re gonna act like this” You go back to closing your eyes, he taps two times on your cheek to get you to focus again.

“Would’ve taken you here fuckin’ sooner.”

[webbluvrsugar]

Spencer Reid x shy!reader: reader visits him in prison

PART TWO.

The air was cold as you waited patiently outside, and when they finally allowed you to step in by opening the door for you, it was almost… odd to see him in cuffs, to see him looking like that, sitting on that chair, hands thrown over the table as if he’s.. conflicted, dark circles under his eyes that show his exhaustion, roughed up face presented to you, untrimmed hair that was just so uncharacteristic of him that it hurt.

You stand still for a few seconds before finally taking closer steps to him, sitting across him and placing your palms over the metal in front of you. You’re both silent as you take him in, because honestly, you don’t know what to say.

You’re not talking about his mother, it’s the least that he’d want to hear now, you’re not talking about how things remain with you because it’s just not ideal, and definitely not how he didn’t write anything to you but wrote to the other members on the BAU because you don’t know how he’s feeling, how prison made him, changed him. You don’t know what he’s going through, you would’ve if he just wrote to you but you decide on not pushing him.

“I…” your voice cuts through the silence in the room, he looks up into your eyes, slightly leaning forward. “I would’ve brought you something but I didn’t know if I..could.” You force out a chuckle, you both know it’s forced.

“It’s fine.” His answers brief but you can see a little changed about his voice, it’s deeper, rougher, it cuts through you in a breeze, makes you shiver in your seat, he notices that, his eyebrow slightly raises before it falls back into it’s rightful place.

“How are things… in there?” It’s small talk, you wished you could talk about more intimate stuff between you, the stuff that’s been buried, the forgotten feelings, but it feels out of place.

“Rough.” He points out the obvious, it cracks a small smile at his lips. “It’s prison.”

You nod, speaking to Spencer like this is different, he’s so different from the shy man that asked you out for lunch when he realised he liked you, sure he changed during the years, he’s become a little more bold, less awkward, but Spencer feels different now, he is different now.

He notices your silence, he can probably guess what you’re thinking about, but he decides to cut right through it. “How are things without me?” His voice lingers in the air.

“Harder..” you mutter.

“Harder?” His smile widens. “Are you saying you can’t…think?” ‘without me there.’ — he would’ve added, but he didn’t.

“No, it’s just —“ your cheeks flush red, Spencer relaxes slightly in his chair, he almost forgot how good it felt to talk to you, you’re almost a mirror of how things were when he was there, and when he was younger, except you didn’t change. “Harder in general, you’re our… genius after all.”

Spencer fully smiles now, it’s been a while since someone referred to him like that, it’s comforting, makes him feel peace in his own mind.

The guards signalise it’s time for you to leave, things suddenly feel more crowded, as if your bubble has been broken.

“We’re… we’re going to get you out of here.” You smile to him, reach for his hand and slightly squeeze it, he briefly believes you because this is something you’ve never done, you’ve never had the balls to make a move. “I know you’re innocent.”

He nods with you, you stand up and leave, your steps echoing in the room as he’s frozen — just.. watching you.

A few weeks later, you finally get a letter.

[webbluvrsugar]

late hours in his office (professor!spencer reid)

cw: teacher x student (reader is 19 and in college), semi-public sex.

“I just can’t get this, no matter how hard I try.” You speak back to him, he had one hand supporting his face as his elbow rests on top of the wooden table, he’s pensive, as if wondering what could possibly be wrong — is it his teaching style? His way of speaking? — at least, that’s what you think he’s thinking, right now, he’s more focused on the way your dark pleated skirt brushes over your thighs, on the way your lips move, it’s not easy for him to to teach and at the same time hold himself back from you.

“Come here.” He whispers, his voice is soothing and it echoes around the empty classroom, for a moment, you almost forget what you’re here for. You take a few steps closer and drop your books on his desk. “Closer.” He mutters, your breath itches, but still, you walk to him, standing by his side.

One of his hands wraps around your waist, placing you flush on top of his lap, his face peering through your shoulder as he holds you close.

“Spencer, what are you —“ you try to speak, but he just shushes you and rotates your notebook to him, his hand on your waist going down to you thigh.

“Show me what you don’t understand.” You can feel his breathing right against your neck, your fingers tremble as you open your book, turning the pages and pointing to the topic you don’t get.

“Right here.” You tap two times, he nods and grabs his pencil, handing it to you.

You take his pencil between your fingers, his other hand envelopes yours, gliding it to the equation.

“All you have to do… is subtract these numbers..” he explains slowly, his words get muted, all you can focus is on how close he is and how his hand slides closer and closer to the middle of your thighs, the only thing that brings you to your senses is when he squeezes softly. “Got it?”

You breathe in nervously, head tilting to the side to look at him. “I — I didn’t catch that, sorry.”

Spencer chuckles, drops the pencil and keeps his hand over yours, his fingertips touching past the brim of your panties.

“You’ve been very distract lately, you know?” He smirks. “I hope college hasn’t been too rough on you.” His fingers slip past your panties completely, his thumb playing through your folds.

“N — No, it’s fine.” You answer, your back hits his chest, legs slightly squirming on your lap.

“Maybe you just need to relax.” He whispers, thumb rolling soft circles on your clit.

“So just… stay put.”