I’m so obsessed with the idea of Spencer finally finding someone he feels comfortable around!! Someone who loves him for who he is!! Who’s actually interested in him and what he has to say!!
It’s a bit overwhelming for him in the beginning, starting on one of his infodumps and realizing that you’re still listening, genuinely interested and encouraging him to keep going. He’s so used to the annoyed “sorry I asked”s and the sarcastic “wow, so interesting”s, and he worries that it’ll always be like this.
But then he meets you! And here you are, trying on ridiculous Halloween costumes with him, helping him pick out his funky socks for the day, accompanying him to every film festival and convention. And here he is, smiley and heart-eyed as ever, getting emotional in the best way because wow this is his person!! and he loves you so so so much!!
He can let his guard down around you, not having to worry about being Genius Dr. Reid and getting to just be Spencer. Making his cheesy philosophy jokes, showing you his silly magic tricks, ranting about his favorite Doctor Who episodes or the book he’s currently reading.
You cuddle up with him on the couch while you’re watching one of his Russian Sci-Fi films together, you ask him to ramble because you love his voice, you kiss him after he finishes saying something super smart because he’s so ridiculously attractive when he talks and ugh, yeah. he loves you so much.
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warnings/content: spencer reid x reader smut, spencer and reader smoke weed (and get high duh), praising, cock warming at the end, nipple play, i think that’s it but pls let me know if i missed anything!!
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“Spence! Come in, please!” You said enthusiastically as he waited at your door. He nodded his head as a thank you and stepped in. You and Spencer were best friends, to say the least as you too both had a strong love for each other.
“So… we’re um… we’re working on that case right?” Spencer asked shyly, setting his jacket down as well as his bag, and taking off his shoes to reveal his mismatched socks.
“Yep!” You said cheerfully. The surprise was killing you and you wanted to tell him as soon as you could.
“What’s up with you? Why are you so… giddy?” Spencer asked confused.
“I don’t know what you mean.” An obvious smirk plastered your face as you replied.
“Y/n. Spit it out. We’re both profilers, and you know I can tell when you lie.” He said.
You let out a sigh and decided to tell him.
“Okay so I’m obviously not gonna make you do it, BUT I thought it would be fun if we maybe smoked some weed…?” You asked cautiously, not wanting to scare him away.
His eyes grew wide at your question, and his whole body tensed.
“I’ve never… I mean… what…?” He looked at you with a mix of confusion, shock, and a hint of curiosity.
You giggled a little at his bundle of emotions being shown.
“Spencer, it’s okay. I’ve done this before and you’re safe with me. You also don’t even have to. It was just a suggestion.” You say smiling.
Spencer looked at you, confused but less confused, as he thought about it.
“Sure.” He said quickly.
You stared at him blank, taken back by his fast answer.
“Are… are you sure?” You asked once more, making sure you heard him right.
“Yes y/n. I’m sure. I trust you enough to know what you’re doing.” He said with a light chuckle.
You gave a quick smile and a quite “ok” as you grabbed the weed out of the bag, as well as the grinder and paper. It didn’t take you long to get everything situated, two joints had quickly appeared on the table in front of you and him.
“Here you go, one for the handsome gentleman.” You said giggling as you handed him one of the joints and lighting it up in his mouth as you stared into his eyes. You noticed a slight spark in his eye that sent shivers down your body as you serviced him with the heat of the lighter. You soon quick followed with yours as well, chuckling as Spencer let out a cough after the first drag.
“Take your time, pretty boy. It’s not going anywhere.” You said laughing as he smiled at you.
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About an hour had passed, and you both and gotten your fair share of buzz from the fumes in the air. Remains of laughter and hash were sprinkled all over the room as the case you had agreed to work on was soon forgotten.
“You’re so pretty y/n. Have I told you that? I don’t think I’ve told you that.” Spencer blushed as he rambled, not taking his eyes off of you once. What he did next is what caught you off guard. As he sat next to you, he scooted closer to your body and whispered to you.
“Can I kiss you please? Look so pretty right now.”
You were completely taken aback by his words, so much so you couldn’t even speak. You nodded your head slowly at him as you climbed onto his lap before taking a hit of the joint, and began pressing your mouth into his. As his tongue explored your mouth, you let out a small cloud of smoke into him as he whimpered from the friction coming from your core, grinding onto his groin.
Realizing you hadn’t even spoken once yet, you opened your mouth to stop Spencer for a second.
“Spencer wait. We’re both… high right now and we um… we can’t go back once we do this.” You sigh, sounding out of breath as you look at him with lust in your eyes.
“Y/n. I… want nothing more than to do this with you right now. Just please, make me feel good.” Spencer whimpered as he let out a sigh, and the sound alone was enough to make you come undone in his lap.
You nodded quickly up and down, not being able to even think about turning down his request. The look he gave you sent shivers down your spine body, telling you both desperately needed that release. As you quickly placed your lips on his again, you moved your hips forward and back along his bulge, moaning into his mouth.
“Off. Right now. Off.” Spencer demanded, clawing at your shirt. His hands were cold on your ribs and chest as he ripped the fabric off effortlessly, leaving you bare in front of him.
“So fucking beautiful. Lemme taste em’. Please?” Before you could even say yes to his begging, his lips wrapped around your hard buds, swirling his tounge painfully slow around one as he moved to the other. After taking his sweet time, having you come completely undone with the sounds you made, you placed you hands on his belt and looked at him for approval.
“Can I Spence? Is this okay?” You asked breathlessly, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside you.
“Fuck… yes. Please.” He choked out a moan as his cock sprung free, leaving you salivating at the sight.
“Can I?” You asked as your hand ghosted over his tip, making him moan while bucking his hips into your grasp.
“Fuck y/n just do something!” He moaned, and you knew if you teased him any longer, he wouldn’t last. You slowly gave his cock a few tugs, making him choke out a bundle of gasps as your thumb swiped over his tip, smearing the precum around your hand. You hastily ripped your pants and panties off before sinking onto him with a groan coming from both of you.
“So warm. And tight. Fuck, y/n.” Spencer groaned as you slowly rode him out. Feeling your orgasm approaching vastly, you clenched around him making both of you whimper loudly.
“M’ gonna cum y/n…” Spencer whimpered out, as you moaned in response to feeling him throb inside you.
“Fuck Spencer. Cum inside me. Please!” You yelled as he slammed his hips up into you at an alarming pace, spilling his seed into you as you spasmed around him; riding out your orgasm.
You stayed there for a minute, trying to catch your breath all while comprehending what just happened as you looked into his eyes.
“That was…” Spencer breathed out.
“Amazing.” You chuckled out as you smiled at him.
He placed his lips on yours, and smiled against them.
“You’re amazing.” He replied, blushing at you.
“And you’re super corny!” You let out a laugh before kissing him again, letting your head fall onto his shoulder.
SYNOPSIS: Season 2, Episode 15 where Tobias kidnaps Spencer, but this time she's get taken with him.
"Inject me instead, I need it. Tobias, hey, don't do this. Please." His voice breaks at the end. Infections and overdoses and addiction and diseases, he doesn't want any of that for her, not her. Anyone but her.
PART 2 (Coming soon)
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"Wake up!" A voice whispers, urgency lacing the normal honeyed tone she's used to being addressed with. "Come on, open your eyes."
Swallowing back a groan, inklings of the waking world come back to her slowly, bit by bit.
"...What?" She croaks out, throat dry and voice cracked. Blinking the haze out of her eyes, she registers the ache in her bones, the throbbing at the back of her head, wrinkling her nose at the scent of rotting wood and hay.
"Oh thank God." The voice says again, and this time she manages to lift her head up from being slumped over. It takes much more effort than it should but it ultimately works out in her favour, because the sight of Spencer sitting in front of her in a rickety chair chases away any lingering sluggishness.
"What the hell..." She whispers, sitting up straighter, alarmed when she finds her hands cuffed to the chair behind her. "What the hell?" She repeats louder, trying to turn to see behind her. "Spencer?"
"I'm here." He confirms quickly. Her boyfriend's never really been able to hide his cards from her, so she has no trouble picking up the edge of panic in his voice. "He took my gun, I'm not armed. Took yours too."
"Who?" She demands, attempting to struggle out of the cuffs. It does nothing but bite into her skin. "Are you alright?" Turning her gaze on him, her eyes widen at the blood trickling down the side of his face. She's certain she's in no better condition, but it scares her nonetheless.
"I've been better." He cocks his head quizzically. " Tobias? You...you remember don't you? We split up and-"
"Son of a bitch!" She cuts him off as it comes back. The field of yellow stalks. Her running after Spencer when he wasn't answering his radio. Finding his sprawled on the ground. The blow to the back of her head. "Did you see where they took us?" She asks. Looking around, there's nothing much to indicate their location. Some sort of cabin, the only window being too far to get a proper look through.
It was a terrible idea to split up. What had she been thinking, agreeing to a plan that was usually suggested by stupid teens in B-list horror movies? Spencer was a genius, but this really wasn't his brightest moment.
It'd been their bout of luck, being sent to interview someone who turned out to be a biblical murderer in the ass of nowhere.
"I woke up a few seconds ago." Spencer responds, taking her in. There's a furrow in his brow, something she's usually move to smooth over with her thumb in a better situation. "I shouldn't have suggested we split up." He mutters, half to himself. "With the proper precautions-"
"No, we're not doing that." She says. "What's done is done, alright? The others will find us. Hotch will find us and we'll put this son of a bitch away."
Spencer swallows, eyes flickering from her face to the floor. He opens his mouth to speak, pauses, before continuing in a quieter voice. "Hotch doesn't know Tobias is the unsub." He says.
"JJ will tell him." The chair creaks at the attempts to get loose. "She was checking out the barn, she'll know something's wrong."
Spencer doesn't look convinced, but he doesn't really have time to respond before a draft makes them both shiver, the door suddenly pushed open.
Imposing is the word she'd describe him with. It's an aura that'd make a lesser man shrink into himself, cold eyes hardened by life in a way that might seem cruel lest he not pass it on to others. Firewood in hand, Tobias narrows his eyes at the both
"What are you starin' at?" He grunts.
They exchange a glance, and photographs of the crime scenes this man had been responsible for flash through her mind like a film. The blood and gore, the victims...Would they end up the same? Would they have to make their teammates takes swabs of their blood and cover their bodies with sheets. Fear creeps into her heart, the helplessness taking it's hold and solidifying into something that has her breath hitching.
"You're not Raphael." Spencer's voice brings her back to the present.
Grounding. He was always so grounding, and although she can tell he's nervous, just as scared as she is his eyes are anything to go by, he still manages to anchor her to the present. His comment brings a ration part of her mind back, forcing her to think logically.
In facts rather than fears.
"Do I look like Raphael?" Tobias says, before moving to toss the wood near the burner.
"Thank you for burning those." Spencer continues cautiously, "Keeping us safe." It's a dangerous game, this back and forth.
"Don't try to trick me."
"He's not." She chimes in, ignoring the way Spencer's gaze snaps to hers pleadingly. He wants to tell her to be quiet, to not draw attention to herself, to let him take the brunt of whatever might happen next but she refuses to look at him. "It's...it's cold outside. We're not tricking you, we'd never do that." She tries to keep her voice mellow and calm, being calm was important in this situation. Most unsubs had a short fuse and the wrong tone could flip a switch that might make this hell for them-
"You're a liar." A shiver runs down her spine at the harsh declaration. From the corner of her eye she can see Spencer sitting up straighter, worried eyes looking between the two.
"I'm not a liar." She refutes weakly.
"Lying's a sin."
Panicked eyes cross with Spencer's as Tobias takes his belt off, moves with a purpose than makes her heart sink to stand in front of her.
"I'm not a liar!" She exclaims, stifling a cry when she's yanked out of her seat, cuffed hand brought out in front of her. He sits on a makeshift mattress in front of her, arms clasped in an iron grip.
"This'll be over quickly if you just confess your sins."
"We're not sinners." Spencer says shakily. "She didn't lie, I-"
"Quiet." Tobias cuts him off. "We're all sinners." The angry monotony in his voice scares her more than the way he pushes the sleeves of her bloodied shirt up to her elbows. Struggling is useless, neither of them have the strength for it, and even if they got away, who's to say they'd know where to go after?
It's evidently clear what Tobias is about to do when he brings the thick belt over her forearms. She squeezes her eyes shut, but before it can make an impact, Spencer interrupts, urgently reciting a verse from the bible.
"You know Leviticus." Tobias pauses.
"Every word of the bible." Spencer says, a note of desperation in his voice as he looks between them both. "I can recite it for you right now-"
"Even the devil knows how to read." Any hope is tampered down with the statement as the grip on her forearms tighten and her terror grows tenfold when those cruel eyes cut to her. "Can you recite it?"
"I..." She trails off, breathing picking up in a panic, because Spencer may have that eidetic memory of his, something she finds so endearing, but she's not anything close to Catholic.
Tobias narrows his eyes and her fate is sealed. He brings the belt down hard around her wrists, and she cries out at the sharp, hot band of pain. Her ears ring, and she can hear Spencer pleading in the background, something about devils and saints, but all she can focus on is the brand of pain brought down on her over and over again, blood trickling down from her arms into her pants.
"Confess." He grits out, unmoving even with the tears trickling down her face.
"I've nothing to confess." She croaks out, squeezing her eyes shut. She forces herself to focus on Spencer's voice as the onslaught continues.
Panic didn't suit him. She much prefers his honeyed voice in the mornings before they had to leave for work, or the sweet whispers in her ear each night before bed.
Her arms feel like they're on fire.
"I'm sorry." Spencer says once she lifts her head and blinks the black spots away from her vision. He looks...he looks wrecked, hair a mess, half bloody and worried, and all she wants is to sink into his arms into one of those hugs that made her feel untouchable. "I'm so sorry honey, I didn't- I shouldn't have provoked him, I should've-"
"It's...it's okay Spencer." She groans, swallowing back a small noise of pain as she tries to sit up. Nothing is going to get her to look down at her mangled arms right now, no, she'd rather leave that problem for the EMT's later. "Glad it was me-"
"No, it shouldn't have been!" He raises his voice slightly and it wakes her up more. They hold each other's gaze for a moment, remorse evident in his eyes, remorse that she doesn't for a second think belongs there, but that's always been Spencer, hasn't it? From the moment she met him, he was willing to take on the world for her, take her burdens and stack them on top of his own mountain with one of those smiles that made her feel like everything was alright.
God, what she wouldn't give to see that right now.
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"-she doesn't want it. Stop. Please stop." Her brows furrow in her sleep as something tightens around her arm.
Shit, if she wasn't sure she had a concussion before, there was definitely no doubt now. Somewhere between her concussion and the lashings she'd welcomed the bliss of nothingness. Part of her wishes she could stay there when she starts to rouse.
Mumbling out something half-intelligible, a frown takes place on her face when she realises someone's touching her, manoeuvring her arm causing a flash of pain to travel down her nerves. The sound that leaves her has the perpetrator shushing her.
"It'll make it better, I promise. Don't tell him, though."
"Tobias, look at me, please don't do this. It's not- this isn't logical, she doesn't need it, I promise." The frantic note to Spencer's voice should make her pay attention, but between the fire in her arms and the throbbing that has her thoughts swimming it's too difficult of a battle to justify.
"Inject me." Spencer strains against his cuffs to no avail. There could be anything in those vials, anything going into her veins and the thousands of statistics and possibilities rush through his mind as he watch Tobias tower over her with a needle. "Inject me instead, I need it. Tobias, hey, don't do this. Please." His voice breaks at the end.
Infections and overdoses and addiction and diseases, he doesn't want any of that for her, not her. Anyone but her.
There's a pause.
A prick in the crook of her arm.
"It'll all be better soon." A puff of hot air and she slips back into the pull of the dark.
The last thing she hears is Spencer call out her name.
sneak peak alert!! here's one for my dom!spencer x reader smut fic. its still a wip, so hopefully this tides y'all over some. enjoy! 18+ mdni
(pay no mind to how ooc this is teehee)
“Watch.” Spencer hisses, shoving your head back to its original position. Uncontrollably, a faint whimper rips from your throat. You wordlessly do as you’re told, training your eyes on the man on the screen in front of you fucking his partner’s throat, her eyes watering and rolling back until all you can see are the whites. “C’mon, baby. Tell me what you like.” As your perched in his lap, Spencer’s voice is sickly sweet now mumbling against your arm, nipping it lightly. His left hand is under your shirt, fingertips barely playing with your hardened and sensitive nipples. His right hand is still on your back, moving between scratching your skin and teasing the waistbands of your shorts and panties. He’s driving you crazy.
The urge to close your eyes is hard to fight off, but you try your hardest. “I…” You’re breathless, despite not having even done anything yet, “I like how he’s controlling her,” you gulp as Spencer begins to roll one of your nipples between his thumb and forefinger, “a-and using her.”
“That’s what you want, hmm.” It’s not a question, so much as an observation. “You want me to use you like a toy?” Spencer leans in to mouth against your ear, “Want me to fuck your throat ‘til you can’t even speak?” Where did he learn to talk like this? Who is this man?
You know it’s not rhetorical. He’s waiting for an answer as his deep breaths whip strands of your hair around. He dips his head to press kisses onto the back of your neck. Your hands dig into his plush thigh as much as is allowed by the cloth of his pants stretched tight. “Yes,” you breathe out. Even to yourself it sound desperate.
“Oh, my dirty girl.” He drawls, roughly cupping your tit and kneading it as he wishes. “You want my cock, don’t you? Just wanna shove it down your throat?”
His words have your stomach turning cartwheels, and you moan at just the thought of his dick in your mouth. You’ve never yearned for anything so intensely, craved something so intrinsically. Nodding emphatically, you draw your bottom lip between your teeth.
This was going to be a long night, but you wouldn't want anything less.
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Genre: SMUT, some fluff, a little tiny smidge of angst. MINORS DNI 18+
Summary: As the youngest and most innocent member of the BAU, they all take care of their little angel. When they find out just how innocent you are, though, one member takes his possession to the next level. You're his little angel, and he's determined to have you.
Warnings: loss of virginity, loss of innocence, degradation, pet names, oral sex, thigh riding, fingering, cum marking, love bites, Spencer is territorial and possessive, Dom! Spencer Reid, PinV sex, mentions breeding, but he pulls out.
A/N: We've reached Day 8 of kinktober! It's our second "long" fic, meaning there's a bit more plot to this, and the smut scene is longer too (WC is almost 7k!) I hope you love this one just as much as I did... The kinktober masterlist can be found here, and my regular masterlist is here too! If you want something specific, my requests are open ❤️
Your first three months with the BAU were a blur, and for good reason. Endless cases, back-to-back, interrupted only by the slight hint of a weekend or the ever possible death row interview. You were tired, stressed, and afraid to walk home alone at night, and absolutely satisfied. As far as you were concerned, it was all worth it to get these monsters off the streets, to help save their victims and to find out what made them tick. There was nothing else you'd rather be doing.
The team had helped you settle in well, too. You'd joined the team after Alex Blake had left - she'd recommended you actually from the college seminars you'd taken with her. You were obviously lacking a bit of experience, so they took on two team members, and you and Kate Callahan had the great opportunity of both being the newbie. But you had a slight disadvantage of age, coming in as the youngest member of the team. You thought that might be why you'd settled in so well, in all honesty.
Hotch and Rossi were both protective in a fatherly way. Hotch pushed you and Rossi encouraged you and that was everything you needed from them. A strong pat on the back at the end of a case and a "you did good, kid," and whatever hell they'd pushed you through, it was worth it. Morgan's tough love was brotherly, but he did a great job at getting you to relax on and off the case, reminding you to not take the work home. JJ and Kate were great mentors. It wasn't easy being women in the FBI, let alone the unit that specifically looked into some of the most misogynistic killings, rapes and abductions in the world. They both gave you tips about how to handle condescending officers, and JJ had held your hair back after you'd puked your guts up on a particularly harrowing day in the field. With Penelope, friendship was easy, and you loved talking to her about whatever hyperfixation you were on that week, loving that there was someone on your team that had filled their life with genuine joy in the face of so much horror.
And Spencer. Honestly, you were beginning to think that you'd used Spencer as a human stuffed toy a bit too much.
You don't know how it happened at first, just that after one of your first few cases, you'd been so elated to find a victim alive, safe but traumatised, that you'd thrown yourself into his arms the minute you got back to the precinct.
"We did it, I thought she was going to be dead, Spencer but she isn't." Your head was pressed into his chest, you were almost surprised he even heard them, muffled as they were. If you weren't so elated, you'd have noticed the way he'd stiffened at your touch, panicking slightly before awkwardly wrapping his arms around you, too. But you pulled away before you could notice that he wasn't really used to any physical comfort, bouncing off to write up your case report.
Spencer noticed, though. Noticed how the heat of your body made him feel comforted, the way his heart rate increased to 125 BPM from it's base rate and didn't fall back to normal for another half hour. He noticed that you smelt like jasmine and patchouli, and more importantly, he noticed that he didn't really care if you touched him, and that was new.
It became a kind of ritual for you, finding him after a case and folding into his arms to celebrate. They were friendly hugs, after all, a sign that you'd been through hell together, and you'd made it through like avenging angels. They only lingered longer when the cases went badly. You turned to crying in his arms after you'd discovered the body of a dead street girl, Veronica, in pieces in the house of an unsub who'd committed suicide by cop moments earlier.
"I told her she'd be safe if she talked to us, Reid. I told her we'd protect her, that I'd protect her." You were so hurt by that failure that he'd had to drive you home that night, holding your hand the entire way so you didn't feel so alone, left to fester in your guilt.
The rest of the team had begun teasing you about the hugs, but you'd brushed them off. You hugged everyone else too, and you knew for a fact that Penelope hugged every member of the team, so there was nothing special going on between you and Spencer. No one had deigned to inform you of Spencer's germophobia and aversion to touch.
"Gonna tell me what that's all about?" Morgan asked Spencer as you bounced away from a hug one day, leaving to remove your FBI vest.
"What what's all about?" He replied coldly, turning away to remove his own vest, replacing it with his blazer.
"What, you don't have a statistic for how many germs are passed between people during a hug, Kid, come on, you were practically smelling her hair." The older man's eyebrows raised in a question again, but Spencer continued to blow him off.
"I hug people all the time, it's not a big deal." He shrugged.
"It took you four years to return one of Penelope's hugs, and you still only do that on special occasions. That's not all the time."
"Derek, just drop it. There's nothing going on, she just… She just does it sometimes."
It was when you'd hugged him in the middle of the office, without a case to use as an excuse, that you noticed an underlying tension in the office. You were all celebrating, of course, Callahan had just announced her pregnancy, and you were all so happy for her. You'd heard the happy news and instantly turned and thrown yourself into Spencer's arms. Even you weren't sure why, not even questioning it until you saw the awkward glances on the other profilers' faces. You brushed it off by rushing to give each of them hugs, and running out in a mad flush, needing air, or water or something to get you out of what was looking more and more like an interrogation room.
A few cases later, the entire team headed to O'Keefe's to celebrate.
"To another case successfully solved," Morgan toasted, and you all joined him, lifting your glasses in triumph.
"To the wonders of non-alcoholic beer," chimed in Kate, leaving you all laughing together. The booth was small, and as usual, you'd found yourself sat right in the arms of Spencer Reid. You hadn't intended it, honestly, having slightly avoided him recently, but you'd followed Penelope into her side of the circular table, and Reid had followed you. You were sat squished between them, your arms resting awkwardly on your lap between drinks.
"Okay, a night of drinking is slightly boring without some games to spice things up, what do you say, hot chocolate?" Penelope said, addressing Morgan who was on her other side.
"I'm all ears, baby girl. What were you thinking?"
"How about twenty questions? We already know a lot about each other, let's see what we don't know?" Kate suggested, thriving off of the knowledge that as the sole sober member present, she'd hold all the cards tomorrow.
"What, how is asking questions a game?" Reid questioned jokingly from beside you. "That's just an interrogation or a therapy session, there's no winner or loser."
Already slightly buzzing from your drink, you turned to him and out your fingers in his lips, shushing him.
"No time for logic in matters of the bottle, Spencer. Let's play." He pulled your fingers off him, but nodded, holding them in his grip still as you turned back to the table.
"I'll start! JJ, are you and Will thinking of having more baby LaMontagne's?" Penelope jumped at the chance to probe her teammate, and you laughed at her enthusiasm.
"There have been discussions, but I'll not confirm or deny yet." JJ said, taking a sip of her drink as she slyly avoided a direct answer.
"I always forget why you were so good with the press, Miss No Answers. Okay, your turn to ask a question."
"Okay, Morgan. Are you thinking of popping the question to Savannah anytime soon?"
"Did she send you?" He laughed and took a drink. "If I do, she'll be the first to know."
The game went back and forth like this for a few rounds before Penelope turned the spotlight back to you.
"Okay, Y/N. You were a college student recently, I know you've got some wild stories. Where's the craziest place you've ever done it?" You knew Penelope didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. She was just an open person.
But you shifted in your seat nonetheless, trying to figure out if you could answer or even if you would. Your tongue was a bit looser than you expected though, because before you could even finish thinking you just blurted it out.
"Nowhere."
The others blinked at you slightly before Penelope dived in with another question.
"Is that Nowhere, Oaklahoma, or you're just not having sex in crazy places?"
"No. I'm not… I'm not having sex. Period. Never have." You felt yourself shrink as the other members of the team awkwardly apologised for probing you so much. Really it wasn't that big of a deal, and it wasn't as if you were saving it for religious or moral reasons. But you'd not been the most popular teenager, and you'd started studying serial killers and sociopaths so early that you really hadn't wanted to get so intimate with someone else like that.
Unbeknownst to you, Spencer's grip on his own drink had tightened ever so slightly, his heart race had picked up again, and suddenly the hand that was holding yours suddenly let you go, quietly dropping your fingers like they were glowing cinders, and he was dripping in gasoline, waiting to ignite.
Lust. He felt sick with himself for the images that were suddenly flashing through his mind now that he knew you'd never been held in that way, trying not to fantasise about you underneath him, holding him, begging him, feeling all of him. He took another swig of his drink and politely excused himself to get another as he let himself catch some air, as the sudden realization that he wanted you - and had wanted you for quite some time now - finally hit him.
The next couple of weeks were normal, and you were thankful to have that discussion behind you. No one treated you differently, acted like you were more of a child than before, asked you how your dating life was or set you up on blind dates, which was really refreshing actually. You'd let some friends know previously, and that's all they'd done, surprised that you could live ignorant to wonders of sex without shrivelling up and dying.
The only thing that was different was Spencer. And that wasn't really difference so much as growing more comfortable with each other. He'd rest his hand on the small of your back now in support sometimes, or have a hand slung over the back of your chair when sitting together. He was constantly at your side, especially if you were around male suspects or officers who'd taken a bit of a ballsy approach.
You liked it, probably a bit too much. You gravitated towards him in a room filled with people, and found yourself hugging him more often, when you left a room, when you entered one, when he looked like he needed it. Which, recently, was all the time. A month went by with this increased comfort level, and soon you found yourself feeling wrong if his hands weren't on you.
He stood close to you all the time, and you noticed the stares you were getting from everyone else. A few officers who'd approach you would apologise to him when they noticed him at your back, hand on your hip as he pulled you away.
After one case, you could even swear that you felt more than him than you were expecting. He'd moved away slightly in between one of your hugs, but you'd pulled his arms back around you and stepped closer, pressing your back against his chest, letting your head rest on his arms. Something hard and long wedged up against your ass, and in a split second he was pulling away before you could ask him about it. He excused himself, and you felt your body burn up. It was Spencer, it was just Spencer and that wasn't because of you, it was some other reason.
Spencer didn't know what he was doing. He grew more possessive over you by the day, and he'd honestly nearly bitten the head off an officer who asked him for your number.
"Sorry, she doesn't have a phone."
"But I saw her with one earlier. Look I get it she's FBI, and you guys are-"
"Okay, so she's not interested."
"Hey, why don't you let her decide that wise guy?"
"Oh sure, get angry I'm sure she'd love that. She's not interested, she has me." He couldn't help himself from getting in the officers face at that, and Morgan had to pull him back from the edge.
"Wow, wow, hey, calm down." The officer stormed out, and he felt triumphant for only a second before Morgan rounded on him.
"Whatever this thing you've got going on, Spencer, you need to get it out of your system as soon as possible." His voice was low and stern, throwing a glance over his shoulder to where you were sitting, staring confusedly through the glass at Spencer, whose eyes refused to move from your own.
" I just wanted him to back off, she doesn't like him like that."
"No, you wanted him to back off because you've marked her like some animal marking its territory. She's not your prey, Spencer, she's our team member, now you're gonna have to get your act together and leave her alone, because we've got work to do."
Sighing and throwing his hands through his hair again, he finally looked away from you and gathered his breath. He wanted to stop this too, this horrible perverted feeling of needing his hands on you, wanting to possess you day and night. To protect you. He just wasn't sure if he was strong enough to do that.
The next time you all went to O'Keefe's he certainly tried. You expected him to follow you into the booth again - he didn't, sitting opposite you next to JJ. You expected him to talk to you or look at you for more than a second at a time - he didn't, avoiding most conversations entirely and keeping his eyes fixed on the bar. You certainly expected him to still be sat at the table when you returned from the bathroom, ready to slip into the seat beside him, force him to talk to you. Instead he was gone, and you scanned the rest of the bar trying to locate him.
Something green and vile jumped you when you finally locked onto him, stood at the bar, surrounded by other women. Surrounded was maybe an exaggeration, as there were really only two of them, but they were practically draping themselves over him, and for some reason that set something alight inside of you.
You watched them for a moment, how one of them trailed a hand up his arm as he shuddered away from their touch, the other pressing herself against the bar so her chest pushed up dramatically. The green bile in your throat carried your feet forwards, and before you knew it, you were clearing it from your throat to grab their attentions.
"Spencer, there you are!" You brightened your tone specifically, as you locked eyes with his panicked ones. The two girls looked you up and down as you moved closer, brushing past them to climb up right into his lap on the barstool, pulling his arm around you as you pressed your ass into his crotch.
"Are you going to introduce me to your new friends?" The smile didn't reach your eyes as you let your back rest against his chest comfortably, watching the women to see their reactions. The one touching him pulled her arm back instantly, and the other readjusted her dress before they both left silently, carrying their glasses back to wherever they came from.
You watched them leave a little triumphantly before the green faded, and you realised what you had done.
"Y/N…?" His voice was hesitant in your ear, and you shivered slightly before pushing off of him.
"I'm so sorry, Spence, it just- it… looked like you were hard." You panicked again, pushing closer to him. "No, like you were in a hard situation, not that you were," your hand accidentally dropped to his crotch as you spoke your final words: "Hard."
He twitched beneath you as you finally looked down to where your hand was, as his mouth opened to say something.
"Y/N…" was all you heard before you turned around, and fast walked to the entrance, picking your bag up quickly on the way, and then sprinted the second the cold air hit your face.
You cursed yourself inwardly as you ran the three blocks more to your apartment, thankful that you were at least in walking (or apparently running) distance. What the hell had you been thinking? Practically sexually harassing one of your coworkers like that, grabbing his dick, albeit accidentally.
You slammed your door shut behind you, leaning against it and sliding to the floor as you finally accepted that whatever this was with Reid, it wasn't friendship for you anymore. And you weren't sure if it had ever been.
With your head between your legs, arms wrapped tightly around yourself, you started replaying each moment with him, each touch from the very first. How even the memory of a brush past you could excite a fire in your heart, a heat between your legs growing by the second.
You wanted to crawl pathetically into bed and not think about him until the next morning at work, but fate, or Doctor Spencer Reid, had other plans.
The knock at your door was sudden and incessant, the banging starting loud, and staying consistent until you tentatively pulled it open.
He was stood there, chest heaving, looking down at you, sweat coating his forehead.
"Can I… Come in?" He asked, and you nodded, too stunned at his sudden appearance to tell if this was real or just your fantasy becoming a little too realistic.
He thanked you for letting him inside, and you showed him inside, guiding him to he couch, where you took a seat opposite him.
"I wanted to make sure you were okay, you left in a rush and…" He trailed off, eyes flicking down to your lips. His Adam's apple bobbed with his swallow, and you watched it yourself, trying to avoid meeting his eyes, as if you were a schoolgirl about to get in trouble with a disappointed teacher.
"I'm okay."
"Okay, that's great, that's… Great." His breaths caught up to him, and he took another deep breath and a swallow before continuing. "How about we continue that game from last time. Twenty questions?"
You'd do anything to stop him walking out of that door, but you felt too shy to touch him again, even in the friendly ways you were used to, so you eagerly accepted.
"Yes, that… That sounds fun, thank you."
"Okay. Question one. Do you know why I'm here?" He asks as he shifts closer to you, still not touching, but at a proximity where it would be natural to accidentally brush against one another.
"N-No. But I might have an idea." He nodded at your response before moving on to his next question.
"Question two. Are you a virgin?" He didn't trip or stumble over the words, pushing them out slowly and delicately so as not to offend.
"Yes." The lump in your throat was thick, almost as if he'd put something there that you couldn't help but choke on.
"Question three. Do you want to remain a virgin?"
You shook your head no, following it with your voice seconds later as he stood up from his seat, putting some distance between you.
"Question four. Do you feel intoxicated or drunk right now?" He held himself still as you sat on the very edge of your chair, desperate to feel his hands on you now.
"No, I only had one sip at the bar before…" He held up a hand to silence you, and you did.
Question five. Answer me honestly. Do you like it when I touch you?"
"Yes." Your breath was a whisper, but it was breathy, sounding almost pornographic in your neediness.
"Question six. Do you like it when other people touch you?"
"Do you?" His head snapped back to yours, and you froze under his gaze. "Not as much." You answered and relaxed again, pouting slightly at his lack of answer.
"Question seven. Do you like me touching other people?" He took a step closer to you again with this question, but you continued pouting as you shook your head.
"No. I don't." His lips quirked upwards before he could stop them, but he gathered himself together again.
"Question eight. Do you want me to leave?" You met his eyes at that question, taking one good, hard, long look at him. You noted the tensed jaw, the clenched fists, his stiff body language, trailing your eyes over him before looking him directly in the eyes.
"No." You let the word hang on your tongue, pulling it out a bit longer than was necessary as you watched him take in a shaky breath.
"Question nine. Do you want me to come over there and kiss you?"
"God, yes." He was on you in seconds, restraints gone, throwing himself back at you as his lips collided with your own. Virgin you may be, but you'd kissed men before, and it had been nothing like this.
His hands trailed up to your hair, tipping your head back slightly so he could gain better access. He bit your lip and thrust his tongue into your mouth when you gasped, so eager to consume every part of you whole.
You'd never felt like this before.
He pulled away, and you tried desperately to chase his lips, even as your lungs begged you to stop.
"Last question," he whispered in the space between you, holding the sides of your face at a distance so neither of you could be tempted to dive in for a second kiss, or a third, or fourth. "Do you want me to fuck you?" You whimpered at his words, nodding furiously as you tried to lunge at him again, but he held you firm.
"I need you to say your answer, baby. I need to hear your consent, okay?" You nod again and open your mouth, eyes never leaving his lips as you moan out a definitive "yes."
Instead of letting your lips fall against his again, he lunges for you, grabbing your legs and hauling you up into his arms, carrying you bridal style all the way back to your bedroom.
"Gonna do it right," he mutters to himself as he throws you down on the bed, pulling back to take off his jacket and unbutton the cuffs on his shirt, rolling the sleeves up meticulously.
"I'm going to take care of you, Y/N, okay?" You nod at him and flush, suddenly feeling the strength of his need for you as he holds himself back. He puts his hands on you again, gently coaxing your legs apart, pushing your skirt up over your hips. Reflexively, you move your hands over yourself, covering your sensitive places with your hands.
"Don't cover yourself." His voice is strong, deep, as he orders you, and you let your arms drop back to your side. He traces his hands up and down your legs, almost as if he were memorising every inch of your skin, how you felt under his hands.
His hands make their way up to your panties, and you watch with baited breath as he moves you, pulling your hips up so he can let them fall down. The lace material tickles you as he pushes them past your thighs, over your knees and finally off your legs entirely, balling them up and putting them in his pocket.
"I'm going to touch you now, okay?" He asks it like a question, but he doesn't wait for your answer, unable to hold himself back before diving straight between your legs, so desperate to taste you that he's deaf to everything else.
His tongue connects with your sensitive area first, tracing up and down at a steady pace as his legs half-heartedly push your legs open. It's almost as if he's enjoying the pressure of your legs wrapped around him, suffocating between your thighs as he feels your pleasure build, and build.
Eventually he pushes your hips further apart, letting himself push his face into even more of you, his tongue entering your hole as he begins fucking it in and out of you, fingers coming back up to your clit to keep up the pressure there.
"Spencer, please, please, fuck."
"I love it when you beg for me like a needy little slut," he whispers, holding your legs apart as he looked up at you, face slick with your arousal. Your mouth drops wide at his words, and he immediately begins to retract them.
"I'm sorry, Y/N, if that was too far, I just got caught up -"
"I liked it." You said, quieting him as you spread your legs a bit further apart, begging for him to continue. He smiled and dived right back in, bringing his other hand up under your dress, all the way to your chest as you kept your legs open yourself.
He sucked your clit into his mouth, lapping up all the juices you were releasing as you moaned underneath him, bucking into his face at the memory of his degradation.
You were a needy little slut, and you needed him to make you cum. He was more than happy to oblige.
He kept you there for what felt like forever, drinking you in for as long as he could. You orgasmed twice before he finished, completely overstimulated by the way he was desperately fucking you with his mouth.
He was obsessed with you, with your scent, your taste, with being the first ever person to ever touch you like this, to fuck you, to make you feel so good. Without him even realising, you're pushed to the brink for a second time, shuddering under the heat of his mouth as he drinks you in.
He finally pulls his head up again, coming up for air as you're twitching under him.
"Perfect, baby, so perfect for me." His lips fall down to your own, and suddenly you're tasting yourself on his tongue. It's hypnotising, and despite the pleasure you've just received, you need more, desperate to feel him on you again.
When he pulls his mouth away, he replaces himself with his fingers, pushing them into your mouth.
"Suck," he says and you listen, as he watches the way you lick yourself off of him.
He unzips your dress with his free hand, carefully pulling your arms out of the sleeves and pushing your dress off your body. You trace your tongue around every ridge of his fingers, leaving no inch undiscovered. He moved you to pull the dress of, and you graciously followed, letting him do whatever he wanted to you.
"Nice little slut, tasting herself on my fingers?" He whispered when you were finally bare, pulling his fingers from your mouth, letting the trail of spit hang between you as you moaned.
He removed himself from over you, and moved to sit on the edge of the bed.
"Come here. Come and sit on my lap."
You cautiously followed his directions. You'd thought that he'd fuck you then, after spending so long getting you ready, but apart from his tie, which he was in the middle of discarding as you crawled over to him, he hadn't derobed any further.
"That's it baby, come and sit yourself down right here." He pat his thigh and you crawled over, lowering yourself down onto his clothed leg.
"What now, Spencer?" You stuttered the words out, heart beating as you awaited his instructions.
"Now, I want you to rock your hips back and forth. Just like this." He grabbed your hips and started moving you against his leg, pushing you down to grind into him.
"Spencer, wait, I don't know-"
"I do. I know you can do it, so please try. For me." You pulled you in for a kiss, and then removed his hands from you, leaving you to rock against his thigh.
You were unsure of the movements at first, moving slowly as you dragged your aching cunt up and down the top of his pants, watching as you saw the wet patch you were making. You moaned with each movement, growing faster and more confident as you continued.
"That's it baby, use me to get yourself off, okay? Let me see you." He whispered in your ears, pushing your sweat-slicked hair ou of your face, holding it up for you.
"Spencer please," you don't even know what you're asking for as you beg him, feeling that familiar bubble in your stomach grow.
"No, you can do it. You look so beautiful like this, Y/N, so desperate for my cock, huh?" You start trying to unbutton his shirt, desperate to see more of him, to feel more of his bare skin on your own. But he stops your hands and holds them against his chest.
"You need to ask nicely first, before trying to undress me like a needy little whore." The words should sound violent, should humiliate you, but his voice is so soft you simply move faster, moaning and desperate to cum one more time.
"Fuck, Spencer, I'm gonna… I'm gonna…"
"No, you're not." Before you finish, he pulls you off his leg, hauling your body back onto the bed, and laying you back down on your back. You moan in disapproval, so frustrated with the lack of release that you feel tears prick the corners of your eyes.
"Don't cry, baby. I'll give you what you want soon." He practically rips his clothes off, pulling his vest over his head, stumbling over each button and removing his belt and pants before climbing over to you. His cock finally free you take your first glance at it.
You'd never entirely been sure how it was that the male appendage fit inside something as small as your pussy, and you were doubly unsure about how Spencer's was ever going to fit inside you. You stared at it wide eyed, as you took in the length, the girth, and the heat of it as he stroked it in one hands, pushing on top of you.
He let go of it as soon as he was between your legs, letting it fall onto your stomach as he crawled between your legs. He trailed a finger over your lower abdomen just around where his cock was twitching against you as his other hand came up to stroke your hair.
"You look worried, Y/N, what's wrong?"
"Will it, um, will it fit?" You asked, knowing how cliché you sounded.
"We've spent the last thirty-seven minutes loosening you up with foreplay. It should fit, but I can't promise it won't hurt."
"Right, if my hymen is still intact you have to…"
"That's right. And then it's going to reach all the way in you to here," with each word, he stepped his fingers up from your clit to where the tip of his dick sat on your stomach, letting you come to terms with exactly how full you were about to be.
"I'm going to fill you, and you're going to be mine, and I'm going to be yours. My sweet angel." He stroked your face, catching his thumb on your lips on the way down, tempted to thrust it into your mouth again, to see just how much of a whore you could be, given the chance.
Instead, he lined himself up with your dripping core, and, making sure one last time that this is what you wanted, slowly pushed in.
It was uncomfortable at first, having something so wholly alien inside of you, you weren't sure how to react. You wrapped your arms around him, digging your nails in, deep, as he pushed in further.
"Y/N, I need to move more now, and it's going to hurt a little, you just have to trust me, okay?" He kissed the top of your head, but you were so lost in the sensations to answer. With one swift jerk of his hips, he pushed through your hymen, and fully sheathed himself inside of you. He pressed small kisses everywhere on your face, while whispering to you how beautiful you were.
"You're doing so good for me angel, I'm going to take care of you. Going to make you feel so much better than this. You're so beautiful." His lips were distractingly sweet, as were his words, and soon you found yourself relaxing into him, the sharp pain of earlier fading to an electric buzz inside of you.
You jerked your hips up to meet his, and with that, he knew you were ready. From his words, you'd assumed that he'd move slowly in you. But with one final lingering kiss to your lips, he lifted his chest up, pinned your legs tightly down, and started thrusting hard and fast.
"Sorry, just couldn't help myself baby. Needed to see you looking ruined underneath me." Moans spilled out of your mouth with his every movement, and the orgasm you'd built up earlier hit you like a ton of bricks, blackness hazing over your eyes as they rolled back in your head.
"Fuck, fuck, Spencer, don't stop!" You screamed at the top of your lungs, unable to control your pitch or volume as he slammed into you desperately. He was so turned on by the sight of you beneath him, so proud of having fucked away your virginity, to have given you your very first penetrative orgasm that he wouldn't have heard anything that came out of your mouth.
His eyes were fixated at the place between you, where you joined, where he was entering you, defiling you, claiming you, using you, breeding you.
He knew he wouldn't cum inside of you, not the first time, but it was tempting. Instead, he chose to move his lips back to your skin. He marked you with love bites and hickeys across your neck, chest and shoulders as you moaned with every roll of his hips, shuddering on his cock. He was close. And seeing you like this, displaying all the signs that you were his and his only, he finally lost it.
Pulling his dick out of you, he stroked it through his release, spraying his seed over the parts of your skin he hadn't bruised with love. Your stomach, your breasts, hell, one spurt even landed dangerously close to your lips, he was everywhere. You. Were. His.
He fell beside you, panting for a few moments as you finally cracked your eyes back open, realising what the two of you had just done. You wiped the cum from your face with a stray finger, staring at it for a second before licking it off your finger.
"As hot as that was, I think we should get you cleaned up properly, angel." He spends forever cleaning you up, carrying you to the bathroom, washing your entire body with hot water and a fresh cloth, running you a hot bath to relax your muscles. You snuggle into his chest at some point in the bath, relaxing so much into him, that you drift off to sleep.
You feel him carry you to bed, semi-conscious, tucking you in and climbing in next to you. He holds you through the night, the way he holds you after your bad cases. He holds you until he doesn't.
You're blindsided by the cold bed the next morning. You knew he would be there, you'd felt him inside you and next to you, and you'd needed his warmth, but he was gone. You looked for him in every other part of your home, looked for a note or an explanation, but there wasn't one.
Through tears, you got ready for work, ready to face him and make him answer why he was suddenly gone. You wanted him to apologise, especially since he'd marked you so badly the night before you looked like a car crash victim from the neck down.
Dark lavender blossomed along your collar bones as you looked at yourself in the mirror, trailing a finger along every place that he touched the night before.
"How could you be so stupid?" You cursed yourself. If you'd have listened to what he was saying last night, really listened, you'd have known he wasn't going to be here in the morning. He wanted to ruin you, to possess you, to take away your virginity, and he'd done just that.
You almost wanted to keep the bruises on display going into work, to make him confront the pain he caused you by leaving. In the end, it was the inevitable stares from everyone else that convinced you otherwise. You wouldn't give him the satisfaction.
You pushed through the doors to the bullpen and didn't bother putting your bag down before you started scanning the room for him.
"Where's Spencer?" You practically shouted the words at Morgan, unable to hold back your anger.
"Y/N, what's wrong?"
"Where is he?" You demand, and there must be something in your eyes that speaks to your devastation because Morgan shuts up and just points to the top of the stairs, where Spencer is exiting Hotch's office without a care in the world.
You don't realise that something is tears until you're beating a hand against his chest in frustration as they spill down your face.
"Where were you?" You demand, sobbing into his chest, as he pulls your hands away. The entire office is watching your commotion, but you don't care, you're not letting him move you out of the way.
"Y/N, I need you to sign this." His voice is calm, and you hate him for that. That he can stay so neutral when he's just broken your heart.
"No, not until you tell me why you left."
"Sign the papers, Y/N, trust me." He pulls your chin up so you can look him in the eye, and you catch a glimpse of the man who has been holding you, comforting you for the last four months. You snatch the pen from him and sign the papers, thrusting them back at him with a scowl.
He smiles as he looks down at them, placing them back on his desk before pulling you in for a long, deep kiss. You're shocked at first, but you melt into it, pulling him closer so he can't leave again.
"I'm sorry. I had to come into the office to declare our relationship, Morgan sometimes tells me I have a one track mind, and when I woke up this morning, the one thing I wanted to do was get it in writing that you were mine."
Your push the tears out of his face, and attempt to pull him down for another kiss. You don't get the chance, as the sound of several throats clearing around you burst your bubble.
"Public space, no canoodling." Rossi shouts down at you from the balcony, a soft smirk on his face.
Penelope runs in from her office, and stares wide-eyed at the lack of space between the two of you. "You! And you! Security cameras….. You!"
"Now, I'm sure there's a story here, but from the state of our little angel's neck here, I'm sure I don't want to hear it." Derek laughs, smacking Spencer on the back in praise as he walks up the stairs to the meeting room.
You slap a hand over your neck, trying to pull the turtleneck further up to hide the mark you evidently missed.
"She's my angel, now." Spencer calls up to him. "I have the paperwork to prove it."
Souvenirs vs. Signatures - Professor!Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (18+) (Part 1)
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Summary: When you ask for clarification between two subjects of Professor Reid’s lecture, he gives you a bit more than you’d expected as examples of both.
My boyfriend and I broke up lmao, it’s been long coming so I expected it, it just sucks. The plan now is to fuck someone as soon as possible to get over him, and get some fucking cigarettes god.
Weed, nicotine or alcohol I don’t care I just need something to make it all go away, fuck I might just take a bunch of pain killers to fucking feel something anything. I’m going crazy here I have nothing.
Anyways my final statement is if you want a fuck or something hmu
Omg I totally forgot to add on these pictures of the weekend!! So my dad’s close friend had a birthday party for his kid and since I have sisters around his age we all went (it was also in a mall so I just wandered around there) but it was in this crazy huge place! And they had a zoltar machine!!!! I also decorated my school laptop!! Here are the pictures!
Hai!!! I can’t believe that tomorrow is Monday already! It’s snowing pretty hard where I live so hopefully transportation will be cancelled tomorrow and I can go to classes while nobody is there! Last snow day I was the only one in most of my classes!!! However I do have to work tomorrow which I can’t cancel because it’s my grandmas birthday soon and I have to save up for a present!!!!!
Luckily I only have two tests this week, but I do have solos in music that I need to record! I play piano so it’s “classical” but if anyone wants to hear I would be happy to share!!!
I’m also still debating with my hair colour, I like my brown hair now since it took forever to grow back out and get healthy but I need something different! I’ve been in such a depressed state that I need to do something, plus it always will just wash out!!! Im really thinking pink, but I don’t want to bleach it so I’m not sure how much it will show up!!
Okay I’ll talk to you all tomorrow! I hope it’s not too cold where you are! <3
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