Sweater Weather // Spencer Reid x Reader

The office was buzzing with life that morning. Agents walked through the halls with coffee in their hands and serious looks on their faces. Your face was the one out of place, a beaming smile on your lips as you walked in.

Spencer stared in surprise as you waved happily, the lavender wool sweater that hung loosely on your body catching his attention. Your strode towards him carrying files under your arm, the same ones he had phoned you for and asked you to bring after he had forgotten them on the kitchen counter that morning.

“Here you go,” you said with a grin as you came to a stop at his desk and handed them to him. He took them with a grateful nod.

“Thanks,” he replied as he eyed your outfit again. The sleeves were too long and covered your delicate hands. The sweater was long in general, fitting you more as a dress than anything else. Was that his sweater? It sure looked like it. He felt speechless as he looked at the adorable way you rocked back on your heels, the lavender material swaying against your thighs.

“Is that my sweater?” He finally managed to ask, feeling completely flustered at the sight of you in his clothing. He recognized the small hole in the left sleeve and immediately knew it did in fact belong to him. You looked down at the sweater before giving a sheepish grin.

“Yeah. Are you mad?” You asked hesitantly. He quickly shook his head and instead reached out to grab your hand. You giggled as he pulled you into his side, looking up at you from his desk seat with wonder.

He gulped as he smelled your perfume, knowing the floral scent would stick the fabric for days to come. You looked so cute to him as you blushed deeply, slightly embarrassed at the agents who stared as they passed by. There were soft whispers as they all glanced in silent curiosity at the two of you.

“I think you look great,” he replied cheekily as he looked you over once more. “You should sleep over more often. I think I really like this look.”

Your soft laugh filled his ears as you bent down to give him a kiss. His cheshire smile was big enough that even JJ noticed it from across the room.

“Hi Y/N!” She greeted with a wave. You beamed back at the ray of sunshine of a woman and waved. “When will you be coming for dinner?”

“I’m free this weekend,” you called back with a friendly grin.

“No she’s not,” Spencer interrupted as he pulled you into his lap. JJ chuckled at his antics.

“I’ll call you later Y/N,” she laughed before disappearing to look for Garcia.

“Who do you think you are canceling plans for me?” You teased as his arms wrapped around you. He ignored the looks the agents have him, some happy and others disapproving, and instead focused his attention on your soft lips.

“I thought maybe we could hang out this weekend. Just you and me. And maybe with you in this,” he replied as he tugged at the fabric of his sweater. You grinned mischievously at his suggestion.

“I never knew you had a thing for me in your sweaters,” you said with a suggestive raise of your eyebrow.

“I never knew until I saw you in one,” he replied honestly. You chuckled as you slid off of his lap and landed on your feet.

“You’ve got work to do. I’ll see you later.” He grinned as you gave him one last innocent peck on the lips before bouncing out of the room. Emily passed by to catch him staring at your leaving form in slight awe.

“What? You’ve never seen a girl in your clothing before?” She asked in amusement.

“No,” he replied with a shy grin. “But I could get used to it.”

Missing, Part One.

Summary: ReidxReader, reader feels like she is being watched and/or followed and confides in her lover, Spencer, shortly before she seems to have gone missing. Frantic, Reid tries to find her before it’s too late.

requested by @bendingovervirginia

no warnings yet. language and fluff a little bit. it’s a long one ah.

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Little Things // Matthew Gray Gubler x Reader Drabble

A/N: Shoutout to the two anons from this morning! This one is for you my loves!

A yawn escaped from your lips as you woke up that gloomy morning, rolling your shoulders back in an attempt to wake the stuff muscles. You could hear the drops of water colliding with your window as the rainy day grew on, the storm from the night before not nearly done yet. You raised your hand to rub at your eyes and hit something in the process, blinking in confusion as your mind still remained in a sleepy haze.

Soft hazel eyes met yours as you looked to your side and saw Matthew comfortably in your bed. The pale blue bedsheets were tangled around him, his brown locks of hair now disheveled and falling into his face after a good night’s sleep. He smiled sleepily as he gave you that look, the puppy dog look that always seemed to melt your heart.

You turned onto your side to face him and his own arm instinctively reached out to lightly fall onto your waist. Your smile exuded happiness as your hand reached out towards his luscious brown hair, running your fingers through its strands. You felt your heart skip a beat at the small grin on his face as you pushed his hair back, reveling in the feel of him.

“Good morning,” he greeted softly as your touch sent a pleasant shiver down his spine.

“Good morning,” you repeated back to him with a smile. He hummed happily as your hands continued to run through his hair, happy to have woken up next to you on that rainy morning.

anonymous asked:

Can you imagine waking up in the morning only to find mgg laying by your side, tangled in the sheets, with his long messy locks spread all over his face and his sleepy puppy dog eyes looking at you, just so you can do the act that could give me an orgasm by itself: run your hands through that fucking hair

It’s too early for you to be making me feel these type of things. I just want MGG now

anonymous asked:

But imagine you being a virgin and being scared and mgg being the sweetest human being ever, teaching and demonstrating (🌝) everything you need to know

Sweet MGG being all patient and loving. That’s what I dream about