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can i have a sprinkled donut for spencer reid where reader works at the bau and they are married and reader finds out she is pregnant?

come order something from the bakery!

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He feels wrong going into the women's restroom. He knows it's only you in there, and you asked him to. But something about pushing open the door and creeping inside feels slimy, gross, wrong.

The wrappers of the pads he'd stuffed in his pockets before coming in are rustling, and he sounds like he's walking with plastic bags on his feet. But he doesn't care, he's never shied away from menstrual care before, and he's not about to now.

You grin happily at him from the door of a stall, and he frowns. You're standing, and without a pad?

"Here, I grabbed regular and overnight, just in case." He doesn't waste a second, hands stuffed deep in his pockets and emerging with two pads of each design. You only let out a giddy laugh, your hands clasped suspiciously behind your back.

"I don't need pads, Spencer." You bounce lightly on the balls of your feet, and he tucks them back into his pockets. You're behaving strangely, and it's setting him on edge.

"Why else would you call me into the women's restroom?" He lets a small smile grace his features, his brows furrowed as he surveys you, "At work, no less."

"Because," You shuffle forwards over the tile, "I have something to show you."

His shoulders slump, "If you dragged me all the way in here just to show me a sharpie-d penis on the back of the door, I'm gonna lose my mind."

"It's better than a penis," You drawl, shoulders drawn back as you clasp whatever it is that's behind your back even tighter, "Are you ready?"

"I suppose," He teases, holding out his hand, "Whatcha got?"

"Close your eyes," You croon, smile only widening at his lightheartedly exasperated groan, "Come on! Trust me, it's worth it."

"Fine," He huffs, lips still drawn up slightly as he lets his eyes flutter shut, "There."

He feels you take his hand, and he jolts lightly at the unexpected contact. He hears your sweet giggle, then feels a kiss pressed to his cheek as you slip something lightweight into his hand.

"Okay, open."

He glances lazily down at the object in his hand, the teasing smile that had lingered on his lips frozen in place as he registers what he's holding.

In fact, every part of him freezes, he feels his knees lock, his eyes glaze over, and his heart damn near stops beating.

"This is... are you-? Is this yours?" It's the first time he's ever felt dumb, his brain a foggy mess as his lips desperately try assessing the situation without it.

"It's ours," Finally he understands the grin on your lips, and his heart starts back up again, beating twice as fast as before while he watches the expression grow on you, "It's our baby, Spence. We're having a baby."

He has one more moment of complete and utter speechlessness, and then he cries. What escapes his lips is something of a shout, teary and mangled as he lunges for you. He nearly trips over his own feet to scoop you into his arms, his hand still clutched tight around the pregnancy test as you squeal into his shoulder.

You feel his tears on your cheek, you hear his muffled weeping as he nestles his face against yours.

"It's ours," He parrots, voice shattered and shaky, "It's our baby, it's our baby, it's our baby."

You're only granted a moment of peace, his rambling sobs in your ear as the door bursts open. Your eyes widen as Emily comes in, quite literally, guns blazing, her weapon falling limply to her hip as she scoffs at the sight of you two.

"We thought a puppy had been stabbed or something," She spits, glancing wearily at Spencer who's still babbling hopelessly in your arms.

"It's fine guys," She ducks back out of the bathroom door, shouting to the rest of your team, "It's not a dying animal, it's just Reid."

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

For your smit prompts, if you're still taking them, how about 5 with Hunter/Tech?

Send me a number and a ship, and I’ll write a fic for you under 1k words :) (Requests are CLOSED)

I was swamped with work and had to take a little break, but here it is! Thank you for your patience ✨

5. filming it, either for private purposes or because they’re amateur pornstars

The constant red dot digs into the side of his face, at first.

He’s agreed to it, the prickle of excitement clashing with the faint rattling of nerves as Hunter watches the datapad get set up for them, its existence hilariously enormous in the Marauder when the blasted thing has been there with them all his life.

No one can blame him for feeling as if he’s all wrong-footed; they haven’t done anything quite like this before, not when they’ve always been more content to keep whatever they have in the confines of their own ship, to not share when what they have is enough.

It’s not just them, anyway. His squad is open with each other, trusting wholly and fully, and they’ve never exactly reached out to outsiders when Hunter likes it better to surround himself with his own brothers, to be showered with the press of their touches.

They know him better than anyone else; the same way he knows them in the way blood runs in their veins.

There’s a gentle tug of his hair, and Hunter automatically snaps his gaze upwards.

He meets Tech’s easy look, the eyes behind those goggles searching his own. “If it’s too much for you, we can always switch it off. I wouldn’t want this to make you uncomfortable when I would prefer to have your full consent.”

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Listen, clone wars era rex is the sweetest sub ever. Zero brat energy like others (coughwolffecough), he is absolutely there to please you and experience all the ways you make him feel loved. But it takes a bit for him to find out that he actually likes being a sub. With everything he is responsible for, I think he feels to bring that same energy to the bedroom - only problem is he isn’t very experienced. He’s not a virgin, but the most he's had are some quickies in the bathroom of 79s. So when you first get together, he feels he needs to be the one taking charge (even though he isn’t really sure what to do). It’s only after a particularly difficult mission when he is with you and he is at a loss of what to do. He knows he needs you, but he can’t focus. He just wants to stop thinking about how badly the mission went, how many brothers he lost. He just wants to get lost in you. That’s when you take over. You start showering him with love, kisses, words of praise, everything. You tell him all the things you’re going to do to him and he immediately falls for it. Relinquishing control is calming and a relief, something he never expected. He loves seeing you in power, seeing his smart and strong girl taking over, dishing out orders that Rex is all too ready to follow. As long as it means you’ll sit on his face, ride him, suck his dick, or just touch him, he’s all for it. Not to mention it lets him forget that he is a captain. In these moments, it’s just you and him.....Or I mean something like that. I dunno 😬

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VEE!!! 🆘️ "He brings a new meaning to 'good soldiers follow orders'" 😈😏 you rightttttt

Look, I'm all for dom Rex - I love to write it and I love to read it. That being said, I'm totally on board with the idea of having to show Rex exactly what he needs for him to feel good, to forget - especially after an extremely tough and emotionally/mentally/physically draining mission. Rex just wants - no, needs - someone else to take control every now and then, even if he doesn’t realize it at first.

SOOOO this kinda got away from me. literally could have wrote more but I have an assignment to work on (lmaooo). maybe I’ll do like a continuation of this later on? if that’s what the people want? 

some warnings include: face riding, sub!rex, no-no words, uhhh... 🥴

AS ALWAYS, 18+ only under the cut :’)

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Rex stands at your doorway, his forehead glued to the arm that's propped up against the door frame, helmet loosely gripped by his other hand hanging down at his side. It hurts to see him like this - drained, both physically and mentally. Bags under his tired eyes. Dirt on his face and caked on all over his armor. Even though he was created for battle, it's doing a number on him with each and every one he makes it out of; he physically makes it out of each and every battle, but not mentally, and not emotionally. It's always there - the loss, the bloodshed, the need to take charge, and the responsibility to ensure his men's safety - lingering inside his head no matter where he is or what he's doing.

Including the times when what he's doing is you.

When you and Rex first got together he was unsure, a little on the inexperienced side, but he was rough. You didn't mind of course; you liked it rough, and it was never like he'd hurt you or would ever come near to hurting you. You thought that maybe the roughness was due to his sexual inexperience, that the only other times he’d have sex in the past were just that. You really didn’t think too much about it, especially not when he was in the middle of pounding you into another galaxy before making you cum all over his cock over and over again.

As time went on, you started to understand where the roughness within the intimacy was stemming from; everything that had happened on the actual battlefield before he'd come home - including the battlefield within his mind - was being channeled into the way he handled you. Even outside the warzone, safe within your arms, Rex feels he needs to maintain control - to take charge. You understood, and let him have his outlet - It's not like you weren't benefiting from it; Rex may not have had much to go on before fucking you for the first time, but after months and months of practice, he'd become a fucking god in the bedroom.

There were definitely softer moments when he'd be crowded over you, trailing messy kisses from your collarbone up to your lips, his hips gently thrusting into you while hitting oh so deep. When your lips would be just barely touching as you breathed in each other's moans. When you'd both maintain eye-contact while simultaneously unraveling. The more gentle, loving, and softer moments weren't ones that followed his return home from a long deployment, no - those were reserved for all the times in between. You'd fallen in love with each other, but refrained from mouthing those three words in fear that you'd both be punished from feeling such forbidden things for one another.

And so tonight, seeing the drained and defeated expression engrained in his handsome features and the way his body slumped forward as he entered your apartment after a long couple of weeks was a telltale sign that this would be one of those rough nights.

You wanted to try something new, though.

***

"I want to take care of you, Rex." 

He’d just got out of the ‘fresher, giving you some time to think while he was getting cleaned up. A towel loosely hangs around his hips, water droplets gliding down his toned muscles as he moves closer to where you’re sat at the foot of your bed.

"You will take care of me, cyare." He grins while rubbing his hands along your upper arms. You release a puff of air from your nostrils, focusing on a particular water droplet slowly descending from his collarbone and trailing down to where the material of the towel soaks it right up before tilting your head to meet his eyes. 

You shake your head with a smile, speaking softly as you rest your hand against his abdomen, "No, that's not what I mean." You’re met with an amused yet confused look and you continue, "I want you to just lay back, and let me handle things for once. Is that okay?" 

"I..." He trails off, clearly not sure what to say. You know he must’ve already had a plan on how the night would go, and that plan was probably supposed to take effect after he drops his towel. Now you’re met with the face of a man who is unsure of what to do now that the plans are about to change - he’s nervous. You keep that smile on your lips when you reach down to intertwine your fingers with his, bringing the backs of his hands up to your lips and placing soft kisses on each one.

"You're safe with me, Rex. Safe here. You don't need to think about everything when you're here with me, okay? I just.... wanna try something."

***

Wow. What a fucking vision he is right now.

Rex, the esteemed Captain of the five-oh-first, completely bare and sprawled out on his back on top of your sheets, has his head craned to watch you strip at the foot of the bed. His cock is painfully hard, twitching ever so slightly with each of his eager heart beats as he struggles to watch you undress - teasingly slow.

"Look at you, Rex." You audibly marvel at man you love, knowing what the praise does to him - it's very evident in how his glistening chest rapidly rises and falls and in the twitching of fingers. "My handsome, brave Rex. So good for me, doing just as I say," you coo at him, making your way from the foot of the bed to the side where your naked body can be level with his head. He turns his face towards you, his pupils blown wide and brow furrowed. He needs this. You crouch down, moving to where your eyes are in line with his as you reach to caress his sharp cheekbone. "Does it feel good so far, Rex?" you whisper while running your thumb along his bottom lip. "Does it feel good to let someone else call the shots for once?"

"Y-yes," he strains, followed by a muffled groan when you sink your thumb into his hot mouth. His eyes search for approval and you nod to him with a sweet smile before he begins to gently suck at your thumb - his perfect lips closing a seal around the thickest digit as you move it in and out slowly.

"First," you pull your thumb from his lips before standing up, "I'm gonna ride that pretty face of yours. If you're good and keep your hands to yourself I might sit on your gorgeous cock and ride you until I tell you to cum. How does that sound?" You punctuate your plans by closing your lips around the same thumb that was just in Rex's mouth, giving a couple sucks while staring right into his eyes before popping it out and tracing his abs with the soaked digit. The groan of approval that spills from Rex's lips goes straight to your cunt.

Wasting no more time, you climb on the bed and throw one leg on the other side on his face. Gripping the headboard for balance, you begin to sink down against him and are instantly met with his expert tongue, licking through your folds before you’re all the way sat. Fuck. He always was the best with his tongue, but this time, you’re the one in control. Crouched and straddled over his face, you begin to gently move your hips back and forth against the wet muscle, letting your already soaked cunt slide against his perfect face. You have never done something like this before, and oh fucking boy is it exhilarating. 

It isn’t very long before you start to feel the blossom of heat within your core, the intense shockwaves that trickle through your body making you quiver against his face. You wanted this whole thing to be about Rex, but there’s no stopping the orgasm that shatters its way through you, making you cry out and smack a palm against the headboard. Rex’s tongue works in double-time, gliding back and forth to collect your release and stopping to flick at your clit in between deep groans. You feel him hum - deep and dark - beneath you, the vibrations making you nearly fall forward from the intensity. 

“R-rex,” you pant, peering down to look at his dark honey eyes as they meet yours while his tongue continues its assault. You lower a hand to tap at his head, and his tongue disappears back into his mouth. When you lift off his face, you inch yourself downwards, placing kisses on every spot of skin your mouth can reach as you make your way to his thighs. He’s trembling, fighting to keep his hands at his sides but he does so like a good boy - and you tell him just that.

You let out a blissed-out sigh, now straddling his thighs while your palms rest against his chest. “You did so good for me, Rex. Fuck, you look so pretty with all of me on your handsome face.” He doesn’t say a word, just stares at you with pleading eyes, lips glistening and parted. His cock twitches in front of you - swollen and desperate.  

You lean forward to meet his face, your lips just barely touching his as you whisper into his agape mouth, “You want me to fuck you, Rex?” punctuated by a nibble to his bottom lip. His only response is a throaty moan before you lean back to watch him, your fingers tracing invisible patterns along the dark skin of his thighs. You raise a brow at him, signaling your need for a verbal answer to which he visibly gulps, eyes clamping shut as he nods before choking out:

“P-please fuck me, cyare.”

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edit: I’m literally so sorry that I keep forgetting to tag my Clone Bois peeps in things like this :(((

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thinkin about how Rex would ride the strap like a CHAMP. Obvi you love railing him too, but there’s just something about watching those powerful thighs flex as fucks himself silly on top of you. Unparalleled tbh.

Oh fuck yES NOW WE’RE TALKING 

18+ under the cut obvi

There is an obscene squelching sound as he bounces on top of you. You keep your hands resting on his hips so you can feel his muscles flex as he slams himself back down on your toy. You never see him so out of control like when he’s riding you. He has so much fun just riding you and you can’t get enough seeing your captain take a pleasure so intimate, only you can provide it for him.

You keep praising him as he moves faster and faster, the cock hitting his prostate just the right way.

“You’re doing so well, Captain. Such a good boy. I wish you could see how good you are. Next time we’ll get a mirror so you can see how pretty you look bouncing on my cock. Would you like that?”

His nods look more as vibrating shakes as he keeps his focus on slamming his hips down again and again. His thrusts get more eratic as he gets close to release and you have to move your hand to hold the base of the toy so it doesn’t fall out of him. He’s raising his hips so far up barely the tip of the toy stays inside.

And he can’t keep quiet either. He moans every time he comes down and you can’t tell if he’s sobbing from pleasure or it’s just sweat that’s staining his cheeks.

“Fuck, y-you’re so good me,” He grunts. “Letting me fuck myself on you. G-Gonna come. Gonna come and then make you squirt on my face.”

He’s waiting for you to let him touch himself, stroke himself until he spills onto your stomach. He’s such a good boy, your good boy, you can’t deny him any longer.

As he keeps moving on top, you rub small circles into his skin and say, “Go ahead, my good boy. Stroke yourself. Get yourself off and spill all over me. I wanna see how pretty you look when you come all over me. Will you show me? Will you be my pretty boy? My beautiful boy?”

Rex, punching the door control panel: CODY IM BACK Rex, jumping up and down: IVE GOT SOME LOUD FOOTSTEPS, HUH Rex, knocking over a crate on purpose: OOPS SILLY ME Rex, letting off a couple of blaster bolts: I SURE HOPE I DONT WALK IN ON SOMETHING THAT COULD SCAR ME FOREVER Rex: Rex, just in case: *SHRIEKS* Cody: FOR FUCK'S SAKE GENERAL KENOBI ISNT HERE