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I can fix him

This is my super bowl.

me after bringing up criminal minds when literally no one asked

hotch: what are you, twelve?

emily: yeah on a scale from one to ten, bye!

matthew gray gubler has ruined all men for me

I love house md. it’s gay, its homophobic. it’s ableist, it has some of the best disability representation I’ve seen. medical malpractice and felonies are committed pretty much every episode, some of these aren’t even related to the case. for as bonkers as everything gets it never stops being a medical drama. it a fucking sherlock adaptation

I hate using shopping money for things I actually need <\3

Me looking at myself in the mirror at 3am after reading smut for 4 hours straight instead of sleeping:

im pretty sure for now i have read all spencer reid/mgg fanfics in tumblr and idk wth im a supossed to do now like write more dirty fluff stuff so i can have my girl dinner all day every day

criminal minds really be one of those shows where you can go "oh hey this is the puppet episode" or "is this the one where they embalm people alive" and then move on

you know I left a part of me back in season one of criminal minds

no seriously

i'm a feminist obviously but i wouldn’t really mind him saving me

MY KINDA LOVEEEEEEE

Warmth

Summary: Spencer can only tell you he’s cold, but what he really wants is more than just a cuddle.

Summary: MDNI, use of pet names, cockwarming, mostly fluff with that added, Spencer being shy/nervous, (I don’t believe there are specific pronouns for reader - just a mention of “entrance”)

You don't know how you're aware of what Spencer is trying to figure out to ask, but you know he's going to have trouble asking. It had taken literal years for him to be comfortable initiating sex on his own and while he was good at initiating the softer side - the cuddling, nuzzling, being close side - he was not good at suggesting new things or anything he is afraid you won't take well. Which frankly, was a shame. With the amount he reads, there are definitely things you know he'd like to try that you've never even heard of, but that was something to discuss another day.

It had been an incredibly difficult case for the BAU team and he'd just returned home last night. Hotch had guaranteed the weekend off and all you wanted was to spend time with that shy, nerdy boy who was currently chewing on his bottom lip and pretending to read while shooting glances at you. You knew he just wanted to be close to you. That he needed the reassurance that you were there and not going anywhere. Spencer, for all his anti-hand shaking, loved being as close as physically possible. He gravitated towards you in sleep, wrapping himself around you - all gangly limbs and warmth. Last night though, when he'd come to bed, he had muttered that it wasn’t enough before finally falling asleep. You could feel him look at you again, and figured you should at least try to help him.

"Spencer, honey, do you want to tell me what you're thinking about? You know you can ask me anything and if it's physically possible, I'll give it to you."

You saw his adorable cheeks redden immediately. He knew he had been caught, as he tried to respond to you. "I - I was just thinking about the book, that's all. Everything is fine"

"I didn't say it wasn't fine, hun. And while I know you read fast, your eyes aren't moving over the pages. It's okay, Spencer, it's just us." You whispered to him, moving from the couch to sit on his lap in his favourite armchair.

Slowly, you took the decoy textbook from his hands and closed it, placing it on the side table. Your hands cup his face before you place a light kiss on his lips. As soon as you had moved, Spencer had opened his arms, ready to hold you close to him. Once the book was gone, he'd wrapped his arms around you fully, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

“I’m just…cold" is what you think he says. He's said it so quietly, his face still in your neck, that you aren't entirely sure that's all he said.

Gently, you move back so you can see his face. “You wanna go back to the bed, baby? We can lay down and snuggle til you’re all warmed up".

He nodded eagerly. While dogs didn't particularly like Spencer, he reminded you of a giant golden retriever when he was in this kind of mood. Spencer wasn't the most athletic but he didn't hesitate to pick you up as he stood, striding to the bedroom. He gently sets you on your feet right next to the bed, making sure to place you on the rug and not the cold floor before he leans down and kisses you. It's a sweet kiss, innocent and caring. He turns and walks to your joint closet, coming back with one of his giant t-shirts. You hold your arms up for him, letting him pull off your top and place his shirt on you. He then kneels down, tugging your sweatpants off, leaving you in just your panties and his shirt. He uses his body to guide you back to the bed, kissing you again as you move to lay down. By the time you're under the covers, Spencer is stripping himself, leaving just the boxers with hearts you had gotten for him one Christmas on. He moves to the other side and immediately pulls you closer to him. You're facing him, his head on top of yours, and you giggle lightly, leaning back slightly,

“You said you’re cold but we stripped down out of everything warm”.

He laughs lightly, “Actually, you warm up faster if you have direct skin to skin contact”. His eyes light up like they always do when he can share his wealth of knowledge. His job challenges him, makes him think in different ways. But the team doesn’t appreciate his random info dumps, the way he can talk about facts or statistics or really anything. But you do - you told him once you’d listen to his voice forever if he wanted you to, no matter the subject. He thinks it might have been the moment he realized he loved you.

But Spencer doesn’t want to talk right now. He wants to be closer to you, to feel your warmth surround him, for the sunlight you radiate with to engulf him completely. And while this position is definitely helping, much better than out in the living room, it’s not enough. He needs more.

He doesn’t realize that his sigh wasn’t done internally. He knows what he wants to ask you, he knows you’re going to agree, but there’s that tiny part of him that’s terrified you’re going to laugh at him, going to call him a freak or be disgusted by him. You’ve never done anything of the sort, he knows the fear is unfounded, but it’s still there and he’s never been good at dealing with his emotions.

“What is it, honey?” You ask, voice already getting sleepy, eyes drooping some.

Spencer whines some, you’re so dang adorable and he’s so lucky, lucky you’re even granting him permission to hold you close. He manages to get his voice in order, but his unspoken plea bleeds through in his tone,

“Just not warm enough, need more”.

You’re silent for a moment. Apparently he’s not going to find the words himself, but you’re happy to help him out. After all, you had been with him when the idea was shown in a movie you two were watching. You had seen his interest pique, had noted his expression. You move just far enough back to see his face,

“Well, what’s the warmest part of me, handsome? Cause I can think of something that might help”, your smile is as soft as your tone, your hand trailing down his stomach.

He hides his face in you, breath catching. He hopes you mean what he’s been thinking but what if… your voice calms the last of his fears.

“Why don’t you fill me up, Spencer? Let me keep your pretty cock nice and warm - Would that help?”

“Yes, please. Please, yes” he whimpers to you. He often wonders if you’re actually the profiler, with how often you read his thoughts, know what he needs before he ever asks. He feels you pull him from those ridiculous boxers he only wears because you got them for him, feels you stroke him until he’s half hard. There’s no lust in your touch, no sexual charge. This is intimacy and he craves it.

You spit in your hand, dragging it down his length and over yourself before you position the head of his cock at your entrance. You encourage him to sink into you, maneuvering your leg to rest over his hip. When he sinks all the way in, he lets out a content sigh.

Spencer pulls back, kisses you lightly. For the first time since he got home, he looks content. You cup his face, kissing him once more.

“I’ll keep you warm whenever you want, okay baby? Love feeling you keep me full” you whisper to him. He smiles bashfully, brings you closer to him again, holding you tightly and whispers an “I love you”. You two fall asleep like that, not an inch of space left between you, happy and finally warm.

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hi! i was wondering if you could do the “spank me” fic but have it be dom!spencer?

Spank Me - the Reverse

Thank you for sending a request! (This is my first one!!) Hopefully this is what you were thinking :) feel free to let me know if you wanted something different!

Summary: Spencer tells you about a BDSM case the BAU has, causing you to research what it would be like to be Spencer’s sub. He’s more than happy to show you once he gets home.

Tags: MDNI, 18+ only! sub/dom dynamics, spanking, dom!spencer, sub!reader, unprotected sex (be safe!!), no mention of birth control, crying, orgasm denial/edging, no use of y/n, use of pet names (baby, sweetheart, good girl, etc), slight description of sub-drop, aftercare.

Spencer didn’t discuss details of cases with you very often. He’d tell you about his job in vague terms but normally, it was small things - mundane interactions with police, fun facts about the new city he was in. He said he wanted to spare you from the horrors he saw daily, wanted to keep one part of his life separate. Which is why it was odd that he was so open about sharing information about the current case he was working.

Apparently, an unsub had been targeting men and women in the BDSM community, particularly those who engaged in sub/dom dynamics. It was an intriguing case, and Spencer shared quite a bit of his newfound knowledge with you - that, contrary to popular belief, subs actually held the power, that the media had all sorts of messed up ideas. He went on a tangent about the media making it seem like the dominant partner could do whatever they wanted and how untrue it was. Spencer was always passionate when he learned something but the way he was talking encouraged you to do your own research.

You had actually gone to the library, had taken out books about sub/dom dynamics and were eagerly reading through the last one in your stack, so caught up in the pages that you missed the key turning in the door. Spencer arrived home and was surprised that you hadn’t greeted him at the door as you normally did, instead finding you on the couch, book in one hand with a notebook in front of you. He watched you for a moment, waiting to see if you’d notice him before clearing his throat and shutting the door.

He couldn’t help but laugh when you jumped, clutching the book to your chest as you looked at him with wide eyes.

“Sp-Spencer! I didn’t hear- welcome home!” You hastily got up, trying to subtly move the stack of books under a blanket as you rushed to throw yourself into his arms.

“Hi sweetheart”, he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “What are you reading?”

“Oh, nothing. How was the jet home? Do you want me to draw you a bath? Are you hungry?” You fired off questions, trying to take his bag and jacket from him and distract him from the books.

Spencer was not to be deterred though, side stepping your attempt to pull him to the kitchen, he managed to grab the blanket and snagged the top book. His heart stuttered as he read the title,

“The Dummy’s Guide: How to Be a Good Submissive”. He looked up at your red face, then looked at the next books. There was a history of BDSM, a book that looked to be about safe practices of various kinks, and the book you had been reading detailed how to start out in this type of relationship. He looked at the notebook, seeing it filled with different things you had written and his eyes zoned in on two things in particular:

Spanking? - yes!!

Orgasm denial? - Discuss with Spencer?

Spencer looked up to see that you hadn’t moved from your position near the door, red faced and frozen. You looked like a deer in the headlights, prey assessing the predator. Spencer could feel his pants tighten as he imagined different scenarios - you tied to the headboard, face flushed down to your chest as he edged you for the umpteenth time, your ass over his lap as you moaned, you overstimulated, begging him for more. His eyes darkened with lust as he stalked towards you, holding your notebook still.

“Hmm, and what is this that you want to discuss with me, baby?” His voice low and dark.

“I- well, um - you see”, you stammered out. You had done your research but now, with Spencer directly in front of you, words seem to fail you.

“I see what exactly” Spencer teased, hand moving to cup your face. You leaned into his large palm, eyes fluttering close.

“The case you told me about… the facts you were giving me just… got me thinking, that’s all” you managed to whisper, voice soft.

Spencer’s eyes softened as he looked at you. “And what do you think, sweetheart?”

“I… I think I’d like, well, to be your submissive”, your voice was so quiet that Spencer barely heard you. What he did hear though caused his heart to skip a beat, excitement coursing through him.

“Yeah baby? You want me to dominate you?” He asked, keeping his voice as soft as yours, using his hand to tilt your face towards him.

“Ye-yes sir, I do” you replied, finally meeting his eyes.

“I’d love to do that”, Spencer began, cock getting harder at your use of an honorific, “but first we would have to talk about your boundaries and what you want. Plus come up with a safe word and talk about the traffic light system, okay?”

“I- I read about the traffic system and I thought of a safe word.”

“What word?”

“Rook. It made me think of you”.

Spencer chuckled, pleased you’d taken the initiative to read about this and with your safe word choice.

“And it looks like you’ve gotten some ideas already?” He said, looking at your notebook again.

“I didn’t like the idea of anything dealing with weapons. Don’t get me wrong, Spencer, you’re really attractive with your gun but I’d prefer to keep it out of the bed…” you trailed off, unsure how to continue.

“I agree, I don’t want to use a weapon on you or anything of the sort. What else - what’s something you liked reading about?”

You hesitated, and Spencer decided to help you.

“What’s this written here - you want me to spank you, baby? Want me to tell you when you’re allowed to cum or if you’re even allowed to? Wanna be my good girl?”

You let out a whimper at his words. Your face was still flushed and you felt yourself get turned on, panties getting wet.

“Yes Spencer, please.” You whined.

Spencer leaned down and kissed you, pulling you close against him so you could feel his hardened erection.

“Come take a shower with me, help me get clean, then if you want, we can start tonight” he murmured against your lips.

You didn’t reply, instead grabbing his hand to pull him into the bathroom. He let out a real laugh at how eager you appeared, letting you drag him into the bathroom and watching as you turned on the shower. Deciding to start playing, he dropped you hand and softly said your name. When you turned to him, he gave you his first command.

“Strip for me. Let me see all of you”.

You had been naked with Spencer before, but for some reason this command caused a shiver to run down your spine. With shaking hands, you removed your clothing, letting them drop on the floor. You stood before him completely naked and clenched your hands into fists in an effort to stop yourself from trying to hide.

“Beautiful” he whispered. He approached you, kissing you hard. Before he undressed himself and the two of you showered. Once you were out, Spencer gave his next command.

“Go lay in the middle of the bed, legs spread. Don’t touch yourself, just wait for me. I have to finish something in the living room, alright?”

“Yes, Spencer.” You replied, hurrying to dry your hair enough to follow his command. He watched you before he walked out to the living room, pulling on a clean pair of boxers. Truthfully, he didn’t have much to do. He prepared some water for after, grabbed some fruit as well. He then read through all your written notes, quickly read through the last book you had been reading. He just wanted to make you wait, to see how well you’d listen to him. He heard you shuffling on the bed, looked at the clock and decided you had waited enough. Silently, he walked back to the bedroom. In your defense, your hands were not on your pussy, but you were cupping your breasts, fingers twisting your nipples, hardening them to peaks. He could see your pussy glistening in the lamplight. He was almost glad you’d disobeyed him, he wanted to see just how red he could turn your ass.

“And what do you think you’re doing” he asked, voice low and silky. Abruptly, you stopped, your face turning into a pout.

“You said not to touch myself and I didn’t touch my pussy” you said sweetly, as if you truly thought that’s what he meant.

“You knew what I meant, baby. Do you want me to punish you - is that it? Want to spank that ass of yours and remind you who you belong to?”

He took your answering whimper to be yes. Spencer prowled to the bed, sitting on the edge and patting his lap. “Come here, take your punishment like a good girl”.

Hesitantly, you crawled over to him, settling yourself over his lap with a gulp.

“Color, love?” Spencer asked, moving your hair from your face.

“Green” you whispered back, shocked at how wet you were in anticipation of this punishment.

Spencer smiled at you gently, bending to kiss the crown of your head before straighten and moving you to be fully laid over his lap.

“I’d say ten strikes for touching yourself and trying to lie that I had given you permission. You’re going to count for me and if you miss one, we restart. Got it?”

You nodded, bracing yourself for the first strike. Spencer’s large palm rubbed your ass soothingly, kneading the tender flesh. Without warning, he brought his other palm down causing you to let out a yelp at the strange feeling. It had made a loud noise but had not really hurt, only a light stinging sensation. “One” you said.

Three more strikes followed, alternating where he’d strike. You counted each dutifully before whispering, “you- you can spank me harder, si-sir”. Face flushing in both embarrassment and from how turned on you were.

“Thank you, sweetheart” he murmured to you, smiling at your admission, glad you were comfortable telling him.

The next spank caused you to moan and you felt the wetness between your legs gush out. Spencer could feel it dripping down on him and he gave you a moment to stutter out “fi-five”.

Your ass had started to turn red and Spencer had to readjust himself before he continued. He rubbed your ass tenderly, giving you a small break before quickly striking again - six, seven, eight. You were moaning under him, unable to understand how the pain was so pleasurable. He moved off your ass just a bit, aimed more for your thighs before striking once more, listening as you gasped out, “nine”.

“Doing so well for me, pretty girl. Just one more, so proud of you for taking your punishment”. Then, aiming straight for the middle of your ass, he brought his hand down just slightly harder than before.

“Ten” you moaned, ass now cherry red and your cunt significantly wetter than you had been before. He gently soothed the reddened area and motioned for you to stand before he kissed you softly, whispering against your mouth, “good girl”. You whined at the praise, rubbing your thighs together, desperate for more. Seeing you rub your thighs, Spencer pulled you onto his lap, having you straddle his thigh, continuing to kiss you.

“You’re going to use my thigh to get yourself off, baby. But don’t cum until I give you permission, alright?”

You nodded and jumped as he lightly pinched you, “words, sweetheart”.

“Yes sir but, uh, how do I…” you trailed off.

Spencer seemed to understand and pushed his thigh up onto your wet cunt, then started helping you move against him by gripping your hips. You found the angle that would push against your sensitive clit, found a rhythm, and moaned. You had never done this, never thought to get off using Spencer’s thigh before, never dreamed that it would be this arousing. As your movements became choppier, your rhythm breaking, Spencer dropped his leg from under you, breaking you out of the pace you’d set.

“No, please” you whined. You’d been so close, had been desperate to cum over his thigh.

“I don’t think I told you that you could cum, did I?” Spencer asked, smirking at you and your disappointed expression. “Get on the bed” he said simply and you could practically see the wheels turning in his head, wondering what he was planning on doing.

You followed his instruction immediately, and he loved how obedient you were, feeling his cock twitch when he saw you wince at the feeling of the bed under your sore ass.

“Hands on the headboard and do not move them or I will stop” he said, voice soft but strong.

“Wait” you said timidly, and when he met your eyes you asked, “could you kiss me again, please?” You sounded almost nervous and Spencer knew he needed to give you more reassurance. Immediately he leaned over you and kissed you, putting all the love and reassurance he could into the kiss. When he felt you relax, he pulled back and smiled at you, watching as your hands gripped the headboard. Now that you were stretched out in front of him, he truly did look at you as if you were his prey.

Laying on his stomach, he positioned himself between your legs. You tightened your hands on the headboard, knowing what he was about to do. Your hands always ended up in his hair, so you understood this was a test of sorts. When he licked a strip up your pussy, you shuddered. When his mouth wrapped around your swollen clit, you gasped. When he moaned into you, the vibrations felt so good that all you could do was say his name. As he sucked on your clit, he entered a single digit into your pussy, thrusting in and out, before adding a second finger and stretching you. Spencer was amazing with his mouth and hands, finding the necessary angle to hit almost immediately. Within mere minutes you were shaking, knuckles white as you tried to not touch. But Spencer was devious and he knew how to weaken you, switching his hands to rub your clit while he tongue fucked you, groaning at your taste. You were so close, thighs tightening around his head and you didn’t realize when a single hand wrapped in his curls.

Immediately Spencer pulled off you and gently tutted when you let out a cry at the loss of stimulation.

“I told you not to touch” was all he said. “It seems you can’t listen right now and if you’re going to whine at me…how about you use your pretty mouth for something other than pouting”?

You loved having his cock in your mouth, loved the feeling of it and the taste. Loved using your tongue to trace the pulsing vein. It was a punishment that you couldn’t cum but having him in your mouth was it’s own reward.

As you moved to the center of the bed, reaching for him, Spencer moved back. Standing, he stripped out of his boxers, cock slapping against his stomach lewdly. The head was leaking, shining in the lamp light and you unconsciously licked your lips. Spencer smirked at your expression, you were cock drunk before he’d even let you touch him.

“Come here, on your knees” he commanded and you immediately complied, kneeling on the pillow he had placed in front of him.

“I’m going to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours and while you can touch me, you are not allowed to try to get yourself off. Understand?” He asked you, voice stern.

“Yes sir, please, please use me and my mouth. Let me make you feel good, need you to cum down my throat” you whimpered to him, desperate to please him however he wanted.

Spencer groaned at your words, stroking himself a few times before he rubbed his cock against your open lips, spreading his precum over them. When your tongue darted out and licked at his slit he threw his head back and grabbed your chin, forcing your mouth open. Stopping himself he made himself ask,

“Color?” And let go of your mouth for your answer.

“Green, more please” you begged.

Satisfied, he thrust into your mouth, only going halfway in and letting you adjust for a moment. He looked down at you before giving you the only warning you got,

“Now be a good girl and take my cock” he growled before he started a fast pace. You took care to leave your tongue out so it would drag over his cock with each of his thrusts, making sure your teeth were covered so you wouldn’t hurt him accidentally. One hand grasped the part of his length not in your mouth while the other kneaded his balls. You moaned around him as he sped up his pace, forcing himself further down your throat. Tears streamed from your eyes, he had never gone this deep in your mouth before, had always been overly gentle when you convinced him to let you please him this way. This new dominate method was the opposite and you loved it. You abandoned trying to stroke his cock with one hand and instead used it to pull him further into you, encouraging him to fuck your mouth more. You gagged around him as he did so and Spencer couldn’t contain his moan of pleasure at the feeling. He watched as you cried, thighs rubbing together as you took his cock without complaint. You swallowed around him, and he could see how much you enjoyed him using you this way. The realization that even this brought you pleasure tipped him over the edge, and with a few deep thrusts his cock shoved down your throat as he spilled into you, rope upon rope of the warm liquid spilling out. Spencer was always the most verbal when he came and he sang your praises,

“Good girl, such a good girl, your mouth was made for me to use, gonna reward you now, so good” he ground out between his panting. When his orgasm subsided he grabbed your shoulders and hoisted you up, kissing you hard and fast before he backed you up to the bed. With more strength than you remembered him having, he pushed you to lay on the pillows, his fingers immediately finding your cunt. His eyes shone as he realized you were somehow wetter from giving him a blowjob and he kissed you again. Thankful he had a short recovery time, he stroked himself until he was hard enough and then placed his cock at your entrance.

“Color, baby?” He questioned.

“Green! Please Spencer, I need you” you practically sobbed, cheeks still stained with your tears.

“You have me” he whispered before he sheathed himself into your warmth, bottoming out in one hard thrust. You gave a shout of surprise, the stretch slightly painful but it gave way to pleasure as he set a brutal pace. This was not your typical love making. Spencer was fucking you into the mattress, showing you whose you were.

“This pussy is mine, do you understand? You’re mine” he gasped, snapping his hips into yours. You couldn’t think, only able to say his name and agree with him,

“Yes, yes, Spencer, yours. All yours. Only yours.” you moaned. Spencer was hitting the spot inside of you with every thrust, the curve of his cock grazing all your walls. It was so much, you had been denied an orgasm twice now and you couldn’t handle a third time.

“Please sir, I’m so close. Wanna cum on your cock, wanna feel you fill me up, please sir” you begged, tears running down your face. You were desperate for your release, desperate to feel his.

“Hold it, sweetheart. Be a good girl, just a little longer” Spencer grunted out, hands tightening on your waist. You tried to tighten your muscles, wanting to obey him,

“Yes yes yes wanna be good, your good girl, yours” you slurred.

You were at the point where it was painful to hold your orgasm in, crying as you struggled against the sensation filling you up.

“Now, cum for me” Spencer demanded, angling your hips so he was somehow deeper into you.

It took a single thrust for you to let go, and you screamed his name as your vision blurred. Your orgasm came in waves and didn’t stop, toes curling as the pleasure ran over you. You felt Spencer spill himself into you, felt warmth coat your walls and felt him continue to thrust into you as you rode out your orgasms. It was so much that you felt as if you couldn’t breathe, panting loudly and only muttering his name. Distantly, you felt Spencer pull out of you and you tried to let him know your displeasure. He left the bed and you felt yourself cry, wondering where he had gone. He was back in less than a minute, carrying a warm cloth, water, and some sort of food. When he saw you crying though he rushed to your side, kneeling over you,

“Honey what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” He worriedly asked, looking you over for injury.

“You left me” you cried to him, voice broken.

His expression changed from worry to slight concern,

“I’m sorry angel, I wanted to get you this. Here, let me clean us up and we can cuddle, okay?”

You felt yourself nod and he cleaned you up, then himself. When he went to grab the water you asked,

“Was I not a good girl?” Your voice was so quiet, so sad, that Spencer stopped his movements. Abandoning the water, he crawled over you on the bed, bringing you into his arms.

“You were the best girl. You’re my best girl” he said, stroking your hair and holding your head to his chest so you could hear his heartbeat.

“Promise?”

“Pinky promise.” He responded, holding up his pinky to wrap around yours. “Here, can you drink a little water for me, baby? I’m right here, I won’t leave you. I’m sorry, I promise I’m here”.

You knew what you were feeling was ridiculous but you cuddled further into him, accepting the glass he had grabbed. You drank the water and felt Spencer brush your hair from your face.

“Can you get up with me? You gotta go to the bathroom, don’t want you getting sick from this”. You nodded but didn’t let go of his hand, so he followed you into the bathroom while you did your nightly business. You two brushed your teeth together and you wrapped around him as he walked you to the closet, picking out one of his coziest sweaters and a pair of your favorite panties for bed. Putting his boxers back on, he led you back to bed, where you immediately laid half on top of him. He murmured words of praise, rubbing his hand up and down your back while holding you close. He told you how much he loved you as you came back into yourself. When you loosened your grip on him, he pulled back enough to look at you.

“You okay, baby”? He kept his voice soft, afraid of coming across to harsh.

“Yes, sorry, thank you” you whispered.

“Don’t apologize. Let’s go to bed, okay? We can talk more tomorrow when we aren’t so tired”. He chuckled as you yawned.

“I love you Spencer” you said into his lips as you pressed a chaste kiss there.

“I love you more” he replied, flipping the light off and spooning you as you both fell asleep.