Spencer Reid | Oneshots

Different Kind of Daddy 🔥 (E)

Summary: After a rough day, Reader has good news for her husband.

Rating: Explicit (18+ ONLY)

Content Warning: Oral sex (female receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, pregnancy , DD/lg kink, alcohol, Reader's weight is implied in that Spencer is able to carry her over his shoulder

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There were so many days when Spencer was able to leave his work behind when he crossed the threshold of our home. In fact, if I didn't look too hard, most days I would miss the weight of the hundreds of people he wasn't able to save hanging on his shoulders.

That day was not one of those days.

As soon as my boyfriend had crossed the threshold, I felt the pain clinging to him like a stubborn shadow. Normally, I might have had a few different ideas to help him, but he didn't even seem interested in those at the moment.

He didn't even seem to register that I was sitting in the room, watching him with my concern trying to cut through the darkness that shrouded him. He made a beeline to the kitchen table, dropping his things before walking to the liquor cabinet.

"Hey, love," I tested the words quietly, noticing the slight jump he gave at the sudden realization that he had missed my presence in the room.

"Hey," he said with a single heavy exhale that told me more than any words would have, anyway.

It had to have been a bad case. The kind he couldn't even talk to me about. I hated those. So did he. But that was okay; I didn't need to talk to him about it today.

Because I had my own little secret for him, and it was the kind that was so much better shared with physicality.

I glided over to him, the lightness in my step strongly contrasting the darkness in his. I hoped that I could ward it away, even just for a moment.

At first, he just offered me a single armed embrace. But once my face was nuzzling into him, he abandoned the brandy and opted to wrap both arms around me, instead.

His muscles were already beginning to relax, his lungs filling with the clean smell of fresh laundry and soap rather than the death and blood he'd been surrounded by.

"God," he murmured into my hair, "I missed you so much, little girl."

"I missed you more," I mumbled back.

"I doubt that very much."

Not ready to spoil my surprise, I didn't correct him yet. Instead, I ran my hands up and down his back underneath his suit jacket.

"Skip the drink tonight. Come to bed with me now."

Unfortunately, he didn't seem as excited about the idea as I'd hoped. His hand fell heavily on my arm as he created distance between us. He took a deep breath before his hand landed back on the cup.

"I don't think I could sleep if I wanted to. Which... I do."

It physically hurt to see him suffering like this, and I couldn't blame him for choosing the drink when he looked so downtrodden. I knew there was something I could do to help, but a deeply insecure part of myself was also scared of ruining my news by sharing it with such an apparently horrible thought.

"I wasn't thinking about sleeping," I cheekily admitted, earning an amused half-smile, at least.

I could practically hear his thoughts that were written across his face as he was trying to figure out how to reject his very cute girlfriend who was practically begging him to sleep with her.