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[esote-rika]

waldorf!reader masterlist

Every single one of these are afab reader and in second person. Reader's personality, (and sometimes her background and appearance, but these are sporadic and will be tagged accordingly) are based on Blair Waldorf from Gossip Girl. That said, these are NOT crossovers.

Mostly standalone one shots, unless stated otherwise.

Common tropes will include workplace rivals, enemies to lovers, sunshine x sunshine protector, loser boy x popular girl.

derision as prelude to desire

smut 18+ mdni; you and Spencer are working overtime; things get a little heated.

not a mask, but a reflection

hurt/comfort; Spencer panics as you give him a makeover [implied autistic Spencer]

Part two still in the works

lose some, win some

hurt/comfort, smut 18+ MDNI; COLLEGE AU! When your debate team loses the national championship, you and Spencer return to your shared room and find a productive way to take out your frustrations.

[nachrosas]

Have a good day today sweets!

thank you so much my sweet erika! i needed this right now <3

[pathologicalreid]

Jumping in on the Odyssey discourse as someone from fucking Southeast Asia, we learned about it in high school (history, though, not literature but like there's discourse about literature as history that I don't want to get into). But it was taught to us in passing when we were studying ancient civilizations. Never had to read it because it wasn't a lit class, but it definitely had reach because it wasn't just a story, it was super integral to their history and culture to that point that ppl from SEA are learning about it what a wild assertion I'm so glad I've left Twitter.

omg thank you for providing a new point of view i think it's entirely valid to not have read it in a literature class and instead have learned about it while covering ancient civilizations!! and yes honestly you are better off having left twitter

[esote-rika]

Oh THANK GOODNESS THERE'S A MASTERLIST

𝗕𝗢𝗠𝗕𝗦𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗟 𝗔𝗨 ᥫ᭡ 𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘𝗥 𝗥𝗘𝗜𝗗

˗ˋˏ ʚ♡ɞ ˎˊ˗ Spencer thinks you’re a total bombshell —confident, high maintenance, and so, so pretty. you find yourself similarly obsessed with your dorky, handsome genius.

you meet Spencer and call him beautiful you witness Spencer and Lila Archer you make Spencer jealous you hold Spencer’s hand after his abduction you come for a teasing visit your drunken flirting almost kills him you invite a struggling Spencer over for dinner your motorcycle jacket winds Spencer you and Spencer share a room in Alaska Spencer comforts you after a hard case Spencer gets his boyband haircut Spencer stands you up you take Spencer’s hand when he’s distracted you comfort Spencer on the brink of tears you’re jealous of Spencer and a girl at the bar Spencer reassures you that he likes your flirting Spencer loses his mind over your dress it’s Spencer’s fault when you get hurt Spencer tends to a bad wound you assure Spencer he’s your type you’re hurt by a rude police officer Spencer realises you really truly like him Spencer tortures you, for once don’t think I don’t like you you and Spencer have your first kiss Spencer calms you down when you’re nervous you and Spencer miss you first date Spencer sees you undone for the first time you freak out after being held hostage you’re obsessed with Spencer and his glasses Spencer takes care of you when you’re sick Derek catches you at Spencer’s apartment Spencer calls you a pet name for the first time you and Spencer are interrupted good luck Emily catches you and Spencer in a heated kiss you drunk brag about your new boyfriend you’re secure in your relationship you get your period Spencer likes that you’re high maintenance you get very hurt in the field Spencer watches over your recovery you have your first big fight, you can’t sleep Spencer allots time for your morning kisses you take the leap and ask the big question Spencer returns from prison Spencer struggles to adjust after prison you and Spencer talk about JJ

you comfort Spencer after Maeve

you find out that you’re pregnant together you show Spencer your new necklace you tell the team that you’re pregnant Hotch gives Spencer some paternal advice pregnant!you feel like you’re not yourself you have an angry hormonal meltdown pregnant!you falls down Hotch checks in on pregnant!you and Spencer your daughter is just like you, Spencer loves it Amy video calls you on a case Spencer is wrapped around Amy’s little finger Spencer and Amy take care of sick!you you and Amy visit Spencer in prison

[esote-rika]

Trying to write but I've just been staring at my screen for hours send help 🥲

[randomnessreloaded]

The Order of the Solar Temple: Secrets of Apocalypse & Dark Initiation

[nachrosas]

Hiiii just wanted to wish you a good day!!!

hi sweets! thank you so much! i wish you have a good day too!

[esote-rika]

I need this softness desperately

Technically, I didn't stay up.

Just you and Spencer being fluffy when he comes home from work and falling asleep in each other's arms.

Spencer Reid X GN! Reader. 

DISCLAIMER This story is completely SFW, minors do not interact regardless!  You are responsible for the content you consume. Make sure to read all necessary warnings. Please remember this is a work of fiction; if you don’t like it, don’t read. 

Word count: 1K See notes at end for authors note, any spoilers & update schedules.

I was listening to Margaret when I initially started writing this:

Spencer’s abnormal work hours were something you were entirely used to. You never knew when he was going to be called away and although he would text you when a case wrapped up, it was never a guarantee that he was going to make it home. Actually more often than not, he was usually hauled right back in for another case. What could you do? Serial killers didn’t really care about his convenience. Regardless, you always insisted on being present to greet him at the door, even if it meant testing your sleep schedule.

from: Spence ❤️

20:42 | The jet took off not too long ago. We should land in roughly five hours. Please don’t force yourself to wait up.

20:42 | I love you!

You were quick to respond to everything except the not waiting up part. Your plan hadn’t actually gone that smoothly, you’d fallen asleep on the couch not long after making yourself comfortable there. You didn’t hear him unlock the door. He took extra care to be as quiet as possible when abandoning his shoes and satchel at the entrance. He even put a lot of thought into making his steps as light as possible when he began to make his way to the bedroom, only to spot you curled up on the couch. 

He smiled to himself at the sight in front of him. The only lighting was a small lamp in the corner of the room, but to him, you were the brightest presence in the room. Your expression was neutral and your breaths shallow as you lay dead to the world. You looked so peaceful, he considered it to be almost criminal if he were to disturb you. He couldn’t just leave you there though. It wasn’t good for your body to be curled into a cramped position. 

Spencer made his way over to you, crouching down next to your face. He couldn’t help but admire whatever features were visible. He brushed a strand of hair out of your face and leaned in to kiss your forehead. “Honey?” he whispered when he pulled away. His voice was so soft. He didn’t want to disturb you, but he wanted you to be comfortable in your own bed. “Hmm?” Your brain registered his voice, but it took your body a second to register his presence.

Spencer still had a hand in your hair, lightly stroking it. Your eyes fluttered open momentarily before they shut again. “You’re back!” You mumbled groggily, reaching out to brush your fingers against his hand. “I am!” He whispered gleefully. Your other hand made its way to his face so you could stoke his jaw. You could feel a little bit of stubble coming in. Spencer’s ears perked up at the little giggle that came out of you when you dropped from the couch into his lap and wrapped yourself around him. 

“I’m sorry to wake you. I did tell you not to stay up.” His long arms swallow you into his embrace as he speaks. 

“Technically, I didn’t stay up.” You counter letting your hand make its way into the hair at the nape of his neck. 

“Sleeping on a surface that isn’t firm enough can contribute to back pain and because the surface of a couch tends to be softer than a mattress, it might not offer enough support for your back. Also, falling asleep while sitting up on a couch could result in your head pushing forward, which puts stress on the neck. Sleep posture is an important predictor of stiffness, back pain, and neck pain, according to several studies.” 

“Thank you Doctor. I remember why I missed you so much.” You pull back as you speak. “Who else is going to be as concerned about my sleep posture as you?”

“I missed you too.” He scoffs in amusement and smiles into the kiss you lean in for. 

You nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck when you feel a yawn coming. “Let’s go to bed, okay?” He whispers, sensing your sleeping demeanour. 

“Only if I can take you with me.” You whisper into his skin. He huffs a small laugh as he pushes you off him so he can stand and offers his arms down to you. You grab them and he pulls you up. Neither of you let go of each other's hand as you walk into the bedroom. “I’m just going to brush my teeth first, then I’ll be right with you.” Spencer announces. Still ever the germaphobe.

“I’m gonna join you, that nap made my mouth all dry.” You follow behind him. Spencer grabs both of your toothbrushes and holds them out, as you grab the toothpaste and squeeze an equal amount on each brush. You then take yours out of his hand and the two of you begin brushing. You’re both trying to make up for his time away by leaning into each other, stealing glances in the mirror and smiling if you get caught. 

When you both finish up in the bathroom, you make your way back to the bedroom together. It's like both of you are incapable of being away from each other right now, even for a second. Spencer decides against changing into more comfortable clothes, wanting nothing more than to hold you. He joins you under the comforter, immediately pulling you as close to him as possible. 

Neither of you have enough energy in you for conversation right now, you’re still sleepy from your previous nap and Spencer is entirely drained from the case. Still, you acknowledge each other through light touches and kisses. Spencer’s hand now makes its way to your hair while you draw little patterns against his chest. 

‘I missed u’ 

‘I <3 u’

‘♡’

‘:)’

He doesn’t recognise the little messages, but he appreciates the feeling all the same. You begin drifting off into sleep, revelling in the warmth emitting from him. Spencer smiles when he hears light snores coming from you. He truly considers himself the luckiest man alive. You don’t hear it but before he drifts off himself, he makes his feelings known to the universe in a light whisper.

“I love you so much you know. I’m gonna marry you someday.”

Spoilers: Fluff, Domestic! Spencer, entirely fluffy & domestic. Literally a comfort blurb for the people who take hot showers for too long and just need a hug.

AN - Hey so sorry for any errors, I drafted this in like 20 minutes to make up for the fact that my originally planned story for today would not be complete in time. Enjoy this short blurb. I was in a salty mood and made an entirely angst blurb too, but decided fluff was what society needed today. Also sorry for the shitty fucking title, my brain is shutting down. Also side note - I’m a WHORE for domestic! Spencer. I just loveeeeee when everyday tasks become so cute and fluffy and romantic. PLEASE recommend domestic Spencer stories!!!

Update Schedule: Original plan drops Monday or Tuesday (Sunday or Monday night EST time). (soooo apparently I'm a liar)

Feel free to drop helpful constructive criticism, I’m always looking to improve. Remember to stay real and respectful :)

Thank you for reading!

[esote-rika]

The amount of Chip Taylor requests I got should be studied actually lol you guys love that man huh

[esote-rika]

Siobhan reading and loving The House of Mirth by Edith Wharton just made me adore her even more I love that book also shit I might need to get the Patreon for that PRIDE AND PREJUDICE THEMED MIXED BAG????? YES PLS

[hedanet]

"Milagros y Fenómenos Extraños" El comienzo de un Nuevo Tema del Canal

Sumérgete en un viaje fascinante a través de 15 casos extraordinarios que desafían toda lógica y explicación racional. En este vídeo sobre "Milagros y Fenómenos Extraños", exploraremos eventos inexplicables, desde curaciones milagrosas hasta encuentros con lo paranormal. Descubre historias impactantes que desafían nuestras percepciones del mundo y nos hacen cuestionar lo que creemos saber sobre la realidad. Prepárate para ser sorprendido por lo inesperado y maravillado por lo misterioso mientras exploramos estos casos intrigantes que desafían toda explicación.

**Conexión con el Próximo Vídeo sobre las Clavículas de Salomón:**

Pero estos milagros y fenómenos extraños son solo el comienzo de nuestro viaje hacia lo desconocido. Pronto nos adentraremos en el fascinante mundo del ocultismo y la magia antigua. En nuestro próximo vídeo, exploraremos las misteriosas Clavículas de Salomón, antiguos manuales de sabiduría esotérica que contienen secretos ocultos y rituales poderosos. Prepárate para descubrir un nuevo nivel de conocimiento y misterio mientras desentrañamos los secretos de estos textos antiguos que han fascinado a la humanidad durante siglos.

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[esote-rika]

This is for the English is not my native language girlies and I'm WEEPING

Language of Devotion

Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

Summary: You caught Spencer learning a new skill—your native language

Trope: Fluff! just fluff

Warning: Language learning app inaccuracies, that’s it really. I wrote this in a frenzy and no proofreading was done

Main masterlist

At around 6:30pm, you arrived at your boyfriend’s apartment complex with takeout on hand. The whole day you’ve spent slumped on your office desk, slaving away on documents that needed your attention and wishing time would move faster. You were knackered and planned to spend the rest of the evening charging within your boyfriend’s arms. You knocked twice on his mahogany apartment door but there was no answer.

“Spence. Spence,” you called out. “You there?”

Silence.

Strange, even though it was a week night, he mentioned that no call came in for a case—strictly paperwork day. You juggled the takeout to your other hand as you reached into your bag for the spare key with slight difficulty.

As you let yourself in the apartment, a ping sound echoed in the confined space. The source of the noise coming in from the bedroom door that was slightly ajar. You quietly placed all your items on the dining table and crept towards the room at the further end of the apartment.

Heart beating loudly on your chest, you peeked inside the room and breathed a sigh of relief. It was Spencer, hunched over his desk, furiously scribbling on a notebook and his phone light reflecting on his glasses.

“Hey Spencer,” you lovingly greeted and although you’ve already announced your presence multiple times earlier on, the sound of your voice made him jump and if you didn’t know any better, a whimper of fright also escaped his lips—he’d deny this, of course.

“Hey, Y/N,” he raked his hand through his hair. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

You smiled coyly. “Y’know for an agent, you’re awfully jumpy.”

He laughed, the tone of his voice warming your heart. “I was just busy with something,” his hands closing the notebook and pushing it aside, as if he didn’t want you to see what had occupied the entire capacity of his brain.

That intrigued you. Spencer wasn’t really the type to keep things hidden from you unless it’s case related and in which, he doesn’t bring it back home for him to study. When your relationship started that was one of your laid out boundary and he had respected and agreed to it—the days and nights that he’s not on call were meant to enjoy each other’s company.

You tried to creep closer, curious as to what he was doing. Being adept with your body language, Spencer tried to divert your attention—keyword ‘tried’. “What’s for dinner? I’m starving,” he rubbed his stomach for emphasis.

“I got us some pasta from the Italian place around the block,” you answered, still distracted by the secret contents of his notebook.

He wrapped his arms around you, seemingly intent on manhandling you out to the dining, before his idle phone notified with a green owl flashing on its screen and an automated voice in your first language spoke through the speaker: Dr. Reid, are you still there? Your chapter and lesson progress will not be counted should you exit.

You turned your head to watch Spencer’s cheeks turning pink.

“Spence, are you—are you using Duolingo?” A giggle escaping your lips. “To learn my first language?”

He smiled with a hint of guilt. “Uh—well, research published in Psychological Science indicates that multilingual individuals exhibit better attention control, cognitive flexibility, and problem-solving skills than monolinguals.”

“Uh-huh, that doesn’t explain why you’re learning my first language specifically.”

He caressed your cheek and smiled. “It’s the first language you learned to speak and it’s part of who you are, Y/N. I mean, you entered the US for your job as a translator,” he explained, staring into your eyes as if you were the most important thing in the world—you were, he assured, you and his mom were. “Do you know you only speak in your language when you mumble in your sleep? You dream in a language that I can’t understand and I want to know every side of you. I love you that much.”

You leaned in for a kiss, his care and adoration to you leaking out of him like honey and you were a bee unable to resist the sweetness. “That’s sweet of you, Spencer,” you pulled back and studied his hazel doe eyes as if they hold the key to the universe. “But I have to ask, does this also have something to do with my mom and dad flying in for a visit?”

He nodded. Last month you mentioned to him that your parents were visiting for four days before they fly to New York, where your other sibling was located. “I want them to get to know me and like me as your boyfriend and—and I can’t do that if we can’t understand each other.”

“They can speak English, granted it’s very much broken, but I can translate for you, Spencer, it’s no problem at all.” You assured him. “Plus, you’re a federal agent, that already makes you great in their books. My dad feels relieved that his own daughter is dating someone who could protect her and my mom already likes you—trust me on this. She hears how happy I am when I talk about you.”

“Are you sure?” He clarified again, clearly he was nervous in making a good impression. You were his first girlfriend and he wanted the relationship to last for a long time—forever really, if you’d let him.

“Yes, Spence. If you want, I can teach you the basics just to get you by. Duolingo isn’t really that accurate,” you mentioned as you pulled him out of the bedroom and into the dining. “Now, let’s eat. I’m hungry and the pasta has turned cold.”

He laughed, nodding his head, watching you prep the table as he reheated the pasta based exactly on the packaging instructions.

And on the first night of your parent’s arrival, your mother pulled you aside and smiled. “He’s a keeper, Y/N. Don’t let him get away.”

You laughed as you watched Spencer try his best to communicate with your father in his broken grammar and questionable pronunciation. “I won’t, Mom. I think he’s it for me, really.”

[jbbarnes]

@esotericsoldier : "Are you lonely?"

His head turned at the question, scowl already in place. If it wasn’t that therapist they insisted he talk to ( didn’t given him a choice in the matter, why would they, no one ever did ) trying to get him to spill his deep, dark secrets, it was this returned piece of a past he could never escape.

“No,” he growled, reassembling the gun he’d already taken apart twice in the last half hour. It was automatic, the way the parts slid together muscle memory. The repetition of it soothed some frazzled nerve, an echo of a time he didn’t need to think. Didn’t know about everything he’d lost and would lose in the future. Everything and everyone.

Time had stolen a lot of them. Only one of his sisters remained now, and Gracie’s mind wasn’t what it used to be. The first time he’d visited after finally cutting his hair short ( and God, he didn’t want to dwell on what had finally compelled him to do that ) she had burst into tears, confused about when and where they were. He’d kept his distance since then, unwilling to hurt her. The only other people he had left were acquaintances at best, for all Sam had given him a smile as he typed his number into the phone Bucky really used, not the shitty burner he kept to show Dr Raynor. And the less said about the one person he thought he’d always be able to count on the better.

So of course he was fucking lonely. But he would admit that to anyone. It wasn’t like he didn’t deserve it.

"Why?" he finally ground out, gun sitting on the table in front of him. "Are you?"

[mggslover]

a list of my recommended fanfics

hi lovers!

I never would have started this blog if it weren't for the amazing authors on here, so I decided to create a reading list of my favorite fanfics so you can all enjoy them and maybe get inspired as well. Unfortunately, I cannot read 20k wpm like Reid does, so I try to update regularly! (also, don't forget to check out my fics if you're at it x)

Spencer Reid

right kind of wrong by @incognit0slut

better off as lovers by @eideticmemory

diva by @nereidprinc3ss

strange perfections @nereidprinc3ss

bandages request by @nereidprinc3ss

rumoured nights by @fortheloveofwonderland

summer heat by @fortheloveofwonderland

diphenhydramine by @pathologicalreid

swept off your feet by @foxy-eva

that wasn't fake by @aperrywilliams

accidents by @tinystarbites

in need by @misserabella

where fear fades by @darkmatilda

as time goes by by @parfaitblogs

i've got my eye on you by @reidmotif

pornstar by @missarchive

hypothalamus by @reidrum

not a mask, but a reflection by @esote-rika

camgirl request by @palmerzy

crazy little thing cold love by @burymagdalene

Aaron Hotchner

like cherries in the spring by @aureatelys

red light kiss by @aureatelys

what happens in alaska stays in alaska by @minswriting

snowball love by @nachrosas

take a picture by @solardrop

[esote-rika]

why s1 dom!Spencer?

I think the fic was pretty self explanatory, I was just taken by the idea of a very nerdy s1 Spencer Reid being secretly dominant in bed and wanted to write about it. There's a reason it's so short (I am a sub!Spencer truther, especially for the early seasons, but that's also the fun in fan fic. To explore different facets and ideas through writing.)

[esote-rika]

This image altered something in my brain istg

nsfw | mdni

tired sex with spencer would be so heavenly. imagine it’s late one night, he’s exhausted because he just got home from a case. and youre still awake for some reason. he’s aching and tired but all he wants is to just feel you.

so you’re both laying in bed, you’re on your side facing spencer while he’s got his arm around you and his face buried in your neck while his cock is nuzzled inside of your cunt. he’s thrusting into you slowly, just relishing in the feeling of your pussy rather than worrying about finishing. he just wants the closeness.

and you’re letting out the most beautiful whines and moans that never fail to make spencer riled up. all while he’s moaning and breathing heavily into your ear. when you eventually cum on his cock with a loud whine and your walls clenching on his cock, spencer just can’t help spilling his load, burying his cum deep inside of you.

neither of you bother to clean up afterwards. you both just end up falling asleep, just like that.