#mgg x plus size!reader

[webbluvrsugar]

Spencer finally gets back from prison, first thing he does is go and see shy!reader.

cw: tiny angst with fluff, fools in love.

You didn’t know Spencer was out. He didn’t tell you, — which is weird considering you thought you were finally making progress when he started sending you letters — the team didn’t tell you, not even Garcia, you only knew he was out when he came to your house and knocked on your door. Two knocks. It was familiar, only he knocked that way, but it could be a miss understanding, at least that’s what could’ve been if he wasn’t standing right in front of you when you opened the door.

You thought you were hallucinating, fair for an FBI agent, but you weren’t, he was standing right in front of you, face still roughed up, brows slightly furrowing when he saw you.

“I know I didn’t — tell… I was coming, or that I was even out, and I’m sorry.” His voice is low, no longer as hushed as it was when you went to visit him, you feel like you can’t breathe for a single moment because… he really is here.

You stay silent for a while, his eyes roam over you, it’s late at night, you’re wearing a fluffy oversized sweater, white slippers and your hair lightly messed up, he can’t help but just think of how much he missed you, how pretty you look even now.

“Can I come in?” He asks, almost pleading, wide eyes staring into yours.

You nod, finally taking a breath, stepping to the side as he comes in. He closes the door behind him and you sit down on the couch, he remembers your apartment, small but cozy, still neat as the first time he ‘slept’ here, it makes him want to go back to make it up to you.

“I know I was a dick, didn’t write, didn’t.. respond to your letters, didn’t tell you I was out but —“ he sighs, slightly approaching you further. “I didn’t mean any of it, it was rough and I —“ he tries to finish, you cut him off.

“Spencer.” Your voice echoes through his ears like a hum, makes his shoulders slightly relax, makes him feel more relaxed.

“Yeah?” He answers, his eyes going away from yours.

“It’s fine.” You reassure. Yes, you may have been a little hurt, but he’s hurt more in there, you don’t know the things he’s gone through, you can’t blame him for any of his behaviour even with how rude it was. “Do you — want.. coffee?”

“Tea.” He chuckles.

“Tea?” You ask and he nods, maybe he needs the peace way more than he needs the energy. “Okay.”

So you stand and brew him the tea, grabbing the mug with both hands before blowing softly on it, handing it to him. This is more than he ever could ask for, and he wants to thank you for the hospitality, for the way you don’t judge him, for the way you’re so nice. He doesn’t need to say it, you can see it in his eyes.

He appreciates it all.

And he especially appreciates the way you welcome him into your bed as if nothing has passed between you.

[astrophileous]

hi! is there any chance you could write a scenario for spencer with a plus sized reader? love your writing! congrats on the milestone and happy birthday month 💕

tyyy so much anon 🥺❤️ I hope you're happy with how this turned out 💞

Warning(s): fem!plus-sized!reader; I legit think there's no warning for this. not even swearing. but pls lmk???

This blurb was written as a part of the "Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K" celebration.

Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K Masterlist / Criminal Minds Masterlist

Spencer looked down when he felt you shuffle against him. "Cold?"

The two of you were lounging on the couch with Spencer sitting on one of its end and your head leaning on his chest. Your legs were curled up on the cushion underneath a tiny blanket, the flimsy material barely doing anything as you pressed yourself even closer towards your boyfriend, trying to chase the warmth from his body heat to combat the chill running down your spine. Spencer noticed what you were trying to do and instantly tugged at the other blanket on his lap, laying the material gently around you and smiling when he heard you sigh in appreciation.

"What about you, Spence?"

"I'll be fine. I run hot."

"Mmh. Can't argue with that."

Spencer squeezed your thigh in response to your cheeky remark, your whole body shaking in laughter before you focused your attention back on the TV screen ahead.

It was a rarity for Spencer to find himself home safely at 8 o'clock on a Friday night, not to mention to have you home at the same time as him instead of at the ER tending to patients. On nights like this, Spencer made sure to always cherish the time with you in whatever way you liked, even if it meant he had to sit through nearly five hours of a Hallmark movie marathon after stuffing his stomach full with greasy Chinese takeouts.

The man was head over heels in love with you, and he would do just about anything to keep that mesmerizing smile permanently on your face.

"That's adorable," you said breathlessly after a few minutes of silence.

Spencer didn't want to admit that he had just spent the last ten minutes getting absolutely gobsmacked by your beauty, so he quickly tore his gaze away and directed it back towards the TV screen. His confusion only tripled in size when he saw that nothing particularly stood out from the scene. It was just another shot of the two main characters having yet another one of their silly little arguments as a cheesy jingle played in the background.

"What is happening?" Spencer asked at last.

You glanced at his question and scoffed. "You weren't paying attention again, were you?"

Spencer had the audacity to grin, and it was pretty lucky of him to have been blessed with such a pretty face that could melt even the hardest ice around your heart.

"Okay, handsome. Listen carefully. So, what happened is, the girl—"

"Bess?"

"Yes, Bess. Well, she and Aidan decided to meet for lunch to talk about the deed to the land, right? But that talk didn't really lead anywhere as they ended up fighting, again, and Bess walked away from the restaurant. Aidan ran after her and they fought again on the sidewalk, but then they got interrupted by the rain."

"Of course. The rain. How original."

You hid your bemused smile before continuing, "The two of them ran for cover in this little bookstore after that. Bess was shivering because she was wearing this little black thing, and Aidan noticed. So like the gentleman he is, he took off his suit jacket and gave it to Bess. They both ended up spending a couple of hours in that little bookstore waiting for the rain to stop, and Bess wore Aidan's jacket for the rest of the day. She didn't notice she still had it until she went home in the evening."

Spencer nodded along as he waited for your recount to finish, expecting to find clarity by the end of it only to be met with an even bigger confusion than before.

"I still don't get it. You thought that it was adorable that... they got caught in the rain?"

"And they call you a genius?" you teased, shrieking when Spencer lunged forward to tickle your sides. "No, silly. Not the rain. The jacket."

"The jacket?"

"Yeah. I think it's nice." You smiled, your eyes crinkling as you turned back towards the TV. "I've always loved that. When the guy gives something of his for the girl to wear. His T-shirt, his jacket, his sweater. Anything. The girl would wear his clothes and they'd usually look too big on her and it all just feels so... domestic. There's a sense of belonging in the gesture itself, sort of a non-verbal way of him claiming the girl as his. A little territorial, perhaps. But I personally find the whole thing adorable."

After he was done hearing your explanation, Spencer found himself at loss for words. "I didn't know that. That's actually a thing?"

"It's a pretty common trope in romance books and movies. One of my favorites, too."

"And you like that? Having your boyfriend lend you his clothes to wear?"

"Well, I don't know. I, uh, I actually never tried it myself." You suddenly grew bashful as you started playing with the hem of your pajamas top. "Everyone I've dated has always been smaller than me, so I never got the chance to experience any of that."

"Sweetheart—"

"Relax, Spencer. It's fine," you assured him. "I'm not sad about it. Do I feel like missing out sometimes? Yes, maybe, but it's not like it's the end of the world. I'll survive just fine. Promise."

You resumed watching the rest of the movie after that, the short conversation being shoved to the back of your mind as you relished in the final scene of the movie where the guy, finally and inevitably, managed to win over the girl with an arduous chase through the airport concluded by a romantic confession in front of gate 4E.

After movie night on Friday, the following week unraveled in a hectic frenzy for you. The ER where you worked saw a full house nearly every single night, forcing you to take not only one, not two, but three extra shifts in a single week. By the time the next Friday rolled around, you were exhausted beyond belief, collapsing face first into bed as soon as you arrived home without even waiting for Spencer to get back from his week-long case in Idaho.

The following morning, you woke up to a delicious smell coming from the kitchen. You followed the scent in your sleepy haze until you came face to face with your boyfriend standing behind the stove, unruly curls and a handsome smile as he glanced up at the sound of your footsteps. You couldn't even imagine how dishelved you looked in that moment—with dried drool around your lips and pillow imprints on your cheek—but the way Spencer assessed you from the distance, it made you feel as though you were meant to be sculpted as a flawless copy of Aphrodite herself.

"Good morning, gorgeous," your boyfriend greeted as he pushed a plate of pancakes across the counter. "Breakfast?"

The two of you spent the entirety of breakfast telling each other about your respective week while enjoying Spencer's pancakes that, surprisingly, tasted even better than they smelled. After the dishes were washed, Spencer grabbed your hand and started leading you back towards your shared bedroom.

"Come with me for a moment. I wanna show you something," he said.

You trailed after Spencer in curiosity, compliantly fulfilling his order to sit on the bed as he vanished into the ensuite. Three minutes later, Spencer reappeared in front of you, donning a grin so enormous that it nearly distracted you from the foreign pair of clothes he had changed himself into.

"What do you think?" Spencer asked enthusiastically.

"What do I think?"

"Yeah!"

"It's cute, Spencer. Is it new?" Spencer nodded eagerly, confirming your suspicion. "I see. It's kinda... too big for you, don't you think?"

The hoodie Spencer was wearing came in your favorite color, but it hung on his lanky frame almost like a poncho. Spencer still looked good in it, though. You admired his talent to still appear attractive even when he was wearing something that didn't fit him properly.

"I picked out a bigger size on purpose," Spencer revealed, taking off the hoodie before extending it towards you. "Here, try it. I went two sizes above your usual so it should feel roomy."

Your perplexed stare zeroed in on the clothing in Spencer's hand. "Wait. I don't understand. Did you buy this for me?"

"Um, no? Well, technically yes." Spencer rubbed his neck, suddenly turning sheepish as his gaze found your eyes. "Remember last week when you told me about girls borrowing their boyfriends' clothes? And how you never got to experience that? Well, I couldn't stop thinking about it, so I went ahead and ordered this hoodie for myself but in a larger size. That way, you can steal it from me from time to time. Have something of mine you can wear when you want to."

Silence descended into the room in the wake of Spencer's declaration.

His heart was a sonorous thumping inside his chest. Spencer waited for you to say something, but your voice never came. It wasn't until the first sob broke through the quietude did Spencer realize that you were actually crying.

"Sweetheart? Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong?"

The man knelt in front of you in no time, his palm clenching at the side as if he was ready to go into battle to fight whatever or whoever caused the shed tears in your eyes. You lifted your head just enough to see him, smiling shakily when you saw the taut lines above the bridge of his nose.

"I can't believe you bought this hoodie for me," you muttered once your sobs had subsided.

Spencer breathed out a sigh of relief. "That's why you cried? Because I bought you a hoodie?"

"It's not just because of a hoodie, Spence. It's the fact that you cared. You listened to my silly thoughts and you remembered." You brought your hand up to cup his cheek, feeling him melt against the touch. "This is the nicest, most considerate thing anyone has ever done for me."

"That just breaks my heart, gorgeous. You deserve so much more. I'm literally doing the bare minimum."

"No, you're not. You're doing so much. You're doing everything, Spencer."

You kissed him, then. Urgently and vehemently; trying to convey just how intensely your heart felt for him. When you pulled away, Spencer was wearing a big smile undoubtedly identical to your own.

"I love you so much, Spencer. You know that, right?"

Spencer's smile blossomed. In his heart, he sketched the way your face looked in that moment to burn your beauty into the depth of his mind.

"Not as much as I love you, sweetheart."

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[iluvreid]

Can we all just stop for a minute and talk about how hard it is to find **cute** plus size clothes that don’t make me look like a 55 year old woman called Sandra? Like if anyone has any good stores, it would be SOO helpful. I want to look cute, not like a sack of potatoes. Like c’mon guys, help a girl out 🛐🙌🏻🙏🙏🙏

[plathfiles]

Also while I’m yapping about this head-cannon. Spencer wouldn’t be attracted to looks at first glance but would be attracted through someone’s mind.

As a smart plus size woman, this is important to me.

Spencer Reid is a sapiosexual (attracted to people with high intellect) you can’t change my mind. I will die on this hill.

[thatgirlstrawberry]

The Shape Of You

In which Spencer absolutely praises Y/N's body

Spencer Reid x plus size!fem!reader

Request: Hi!! I saw your Spencer November post and I’m veryyy excited!! Can I request a spencer x plus size fem reader with fluffy body worship🥺💗 - @ready-4-spencie

Warnings: talk of insecurity, Fluff, Spencer being an absolute cutie, mentions of sex, lmk if anything was missed! (This one's also a bit of a shorty)

Spencer and Y/N were getting ready for a big Thanksgiving party at Rossi's mansion. Spencer could smell the aroma of Y/N's pumpkin pie scented candles as he tied his tie in front of the long mirror. He smiled as he heard her voice sing from the bathroom where she was getting ready.

Y/N had never been insecure. She never felt the need to. Not even when she was called fat as she was followed through the halls of her school. She was so glad those days were over. They fucking sucked. Now, she was a successful, beautiful and very happy woman who was with the love of her life.

She was always happy that Spencer never seemed to care that she wasn't as skinny or as tiny as the other women that ogled him wherever they went. In fact, he praised her body. He said he liked the way her thighs move in skinny jeans. He liked the way her thighs felt when his head was in between them. He just loved her body no matter what anyone else said.

"Spencer, can you come zip me up?" Y/N called from the bathroom.

The doctor finished tying his tie and ran his fingers through his hair, knowing Y/N would fix it before they left. He opened the door to the bathroom and she was standing there in a satin floor length y/f/c dress. She looked absolutely stunning. Spencer's feet stayed in the doorway, he felt like he couldn't move. He felt like he could honestly just drop dead.

"Well, what are you standing there for silly? Come zip me up." She said, turning her back to him. Spencer gulped and nodded, slowly walking towards her.

He leaned down and kissed her shoulder and put his fingers on the zipper. "Y/N it's taking everything in me not to rip this off of you right now." He whispered.

The woman's brows furrowed. "What? You don't like it?"

"W- No, Y/N I love it." He stuttered. "I think you look so fucking good, baby." He told her.

Y/N bit her lip. "Y-you don't think my stomach looks a little too... out there?" She asked, lightly brushing her hands over her stomach.

"No, of course not Y/N." He told her. It was true. He literally couldn't find anything bad about this woman. "You look great and I think you should think so too."

Y/N smiled at him. "Are you sure? Because I can totally put a jacket over it or some-"

Spencer cut her off by turning her around and kissing her roughly. "You look so damn good, I'm willing to skip this dinner just so I can fuck you in this dress." He said breathlessly after pulling away. Y/N blushed and bit her lip omce more but this time, teasingly at Spencer.

"Too bad your boss is expecting us." She shrugged with a smirk on her lips.

Spencer rolled his eyes with a sigh. "Fine. But when we get back-"

Y/N nodded, narrowing her eyes with a smile. "Oh, I know, Spence. I know."

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Hey you guys! Injust wanted to thank @ready-4-spencie for this awesome request! I hope it's what you wanted!

Also, I wanted to let you know that each and every single one of you are beautiful. There is no need to change yourself or what you look like unless it's what you feel comfortable doing and want to do.

I love you all and happy turkey month!

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[allexthakatt]

Sub!spencer Reid x plus sized fem!reader ?

Like the reader catches s1 Spence touching himself while holding a pair of the readers underwear he stole last time he was at the readers house? And then fucks him? Also mommy kink if possible?

I'm gonna hit the ground running, I see 😂 I hope you don't mind I used a mistress kink instead of a mommy kink.

Not my gif ^^ GIF IS BY @ropoto

I'll do it! Thank you for your request!

Pairing: S1 Spencer and ✨Plus Size✨ FEM! Reader

Warnings: heavy SMUT. ⚠️MINORS DO NOT READ!! ⚠️⚠️ Oral (female receiving), hair pulling, mistress kink, unprotected sex (wrap it up!) Pretty much just filth lol

Panty Raid

Readers POV

What a day. Shitty boss. Shitty coworkers. Shitty customers. All I want to do is snuggle up on the couch with my loving boyfriend. That is if he's even home, anyway. Ever since he started the new job at the BAU, I hardly see him anymore. Don't get me wrong, I'm so proud of him for being a big hot-shot FBI agent. I just miss him, you know? We've barely had time to have sex either. Ive been getting pretty tired of just using my toys. A dildo doesn't even come close to the absolute magic Spencer's cock does for me.

As I walk into our shared home, I'm taken by surprise to see Spencer's satchel and shoes by the door. I wasn't really expecting home, but I'm certainly not going to complain.

Although I know Spencer is home, the house is eerily quiet. My senses are immediately on high alert, and I get prepared for anything. However as I inch closer to our bedroom, the silence dissipates into soft moans. Now I'm on high alert for a completely different reason. My mind suddenly wanders to very dark place, but I was now relieved as I peeked in the room to see what exactly was going on. The sight is definitely something I'm excited to see.

Spencer's spread upon our bed, one hand gripped tightly in his own hair, while the other hand making quick work grinding his dick against my pink lace panties. His chest heaving up and down as quiet grunts leave his throat. Huh. So that's where those panties went.

As I watch my boyfriend use my panties to get off, I feel a certain wetness start pooling in the ones I'm wearing now; and it takes very little more time for me make myself known.

"Having fun there, sweetheart?"

He shoots his eyes open with his face pure red. "H-hey! I didn't think you'd be home this early!" I point to the clock on the nightstand beside him. "You didn't think I'd be home at 6 'o clock? What, were you too caught up in your little daydreams, sweet pea?" I make sure to use the cute nickname I always use when we're getting frisky.

His eyes go even wider. "N-no, darling. I-I guess I got a little.. Carried away..." I slowly make my way to the bed. Making sure to puff my chest a little but to accentuate my breasts. "You can say that again. Tell me, what were you thinking of? Touching yourself all alone in our room. You know the rules, sweet pea. Am I going to have to punish you for being a bad boy?"

"N-no! -ahem- I mean.. No, my love. I promise wasnt gonna finish. I-I promise I wasn't... gonna..." By the time he finishes his little rant, I'm already peeling off my shirt, showing off my pink bra. The bra that originally goes with the panties he was currently using to get himself off.

I start crawling on the bed, sitting right next to him and leaving over. Giving him a clear view of my cleavage. "Mm I don't know, love. Seemed like you were pretty close there. I think the punishment is going to have to take place. But if you do what mistress says, maybe you'll get a reward, hm?"

His eyes like up like a Christmas tree. He knows when I say mistress, there's no turning back. It's sweet seeing the love of my life so desperate and hot and bothered for me. Almost sweet enough for me have mercy on him. Almost.

"Lay down. Now." He does what he's told and lays flat on his back. "Y/n please I promise I'm gonna be a good boy- ah.." I pull on his hair, interrupting his sentence. "That is not my name. If you're such a good boy, you'd use your manners." He nods and I can see a little smirk form on his sweet, kissable lips. "Yes, mistress. I'll be good."

I smile and lean down, kissing him while he attempts to take my bra off. I allow it as I just want to get to the fun part. Meaning me. On his face.

I lean in his ear, barely running my hand down his cock. "Why don't you prove your good behavior and show me what this pretty mouth can do?" He moans in my ear, desperately trying to hump into my hand. I hold his hips down and pull his hair a little more. "So needy. So desperate. You gotta show me a good time first to get your reward~" he nods his head fast and wantingly. "Y-yes ma'am. Please, mistress let me taste you. God... I want you so bad. Please... please.."

I pity him and sit up on my knees, swinging one leg over so I'm straddling his face. Because of my thick thighs, I try my best to keep them as spread as possible. I love him, but he is a little scrawny. I don't want to kill him!

The second my pussy is over his mouth I feel a wet tongue absolutely ravage my cunt. His long fingers run up and down my thighs, gripping them occasionally. My god he's so good with his mouth. It feels so much better than what my toys will ever do.

"Ah.. Oh fuck sweet pea. God you're doing so good..." My praise encourages him to go faster, going back and forth from shoving his tongue deep inside me to lightly sucking on my clit. His hips thrust up into the air, cock hard as a rock begging to have the same treatment. Spencers hard grunts vibrate my pussy, pushing me even further to my orgasm. I lean over and grab his hair hard.

"Fuck! Oh baby, just like that. YES! Oh my GOD You're doing such a good job. Ah, god sweet pea don't stop. Please please please don't stop... AH!"

Suddenly I feel as if the knot in my stomach just snapped loose, and my orgasm hits me head on. I lean my head back and moan out his name. Eyes closed and wanting so much more. Letting him lick up my juices, I slowly get off him. Finally looking at his face. His smile wide and wet with proof of the ride I just went on.

"God, Spence. I love your mouth... I think you have well deserved your reward~" His smile gets wider as I lean in and kiss him once again. Tasting myself on his tongue.

"Please, mistress... Take care of me..." He pleads. I oblige and scoot myself lower onto his body. Making sure he's lubricated, I lick my hand and gently rub my saliva on his cock. He instinctively thrusts up into my hand, warning a stern look from me. "Don't push it, sweet pea. This is a privilege, don't make me take it away." He mumbles a sorry, and I pull my hand away. "What was that?" Spencer leans his head up, "I'm sorry, miss! Please ride me! God I need your pussy so bad!"

I smile. Instead putting my hand back, I lower my lower body on him. As he's almost inside me I look to him. "Are you ready, sweet pea?" He grabs my thighs and squeezes. "Yes please, miss. Please!"

He did say please.

I lower myself fully onto his shaft. Feeling his fill me up so beautifully. "Oh, god, mistress. You're so sexy.." He praises. I lean over and run my nails along his chest, careful not to go too hard. "That's it, baby. That's it. You're doing so well, sweet pea. So so fucking well." I know he won't last too long, given how hard and red he was when I first came home. But I'm going to make him last as long as he possibly can.

"Oh.. Oh mistress! Fuck... Im not sure how much longer I can last.. Please.." My nails dig just a little deeper. "Don't you dare cum yet, Spencer. You're supposed to be my good boy." He tries his best to nod. Agreeing to be good. Just to be a brat, I squeeze my pussy around him. "Shit! Oh baby please! Please! I wanna cum so bad! Please mistress! Let me fill you up!" I put both hands on the wall in front of me. Giving my hips more room to twist and bounce. "Just a little longer sweet pea. You can do it baby. A little longer."

That familiar knot builds up again. I try not to go too fast to chase my own orgasm. However my hips seem to have a mind of their own, practically twerking on his dick. He leans his head up and buries himself in my boobs. As that knot comes close to breaking, I figure it's time to let him chase his own endgame. "It's okay baby. You can cum now. Fill me up, sweet pea. Make me yours."

He groans into my breasts. Gripping my thighs harder as he thrusts up to meet my hips. That knot finally breaks and I clench around him, his orgasm following soon after. "Oh! Baby, yes! That's it baby.. Oh fuck! that's my good boy!" He mumbles groans and grunts into my chest as he cums, filling me up in the process.

We stay like that a bit longer, enjoying each other's presence in the moment. After a couple minutes I decide it's time get off him. His now soft cock glistening with a mix of our messes. "Ah.. Thank you, darling. I missed you so much." He hugs me as I lay next to him. I kiss his cheek; "I missed you too, my love." He looks at me and gently kisses my forehead.

"So. You wanna tell me why you stole my panties?"

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I uh.. Got a little carried away 😅 I really hope this was good. I have not written smut in liberally ages let alone fan fiction at all! Please let me know what you think and send more requests!

[spenciebabie]

Hi!! First of all, your blog is amazing, thank you for your works! (photos are 💯👌) And second of all, what do you think about chubby y/n with Spencer? I mean, look at the differences: he's all tall and lanky and she is shorter and curvy~ Can you, please, maybe make a blurb/concept where they came across a lingerie ad/shop and he asked her if she wanna try some ("pls babe🥺") and she like "nah, i definitely won't look good in it" and then he bought it and reassured her in soft-dom style?

Finally getting to this one! I’m sorry about the wait, I wanted to get it right x

Only You

Spencer shows Y/N just how perfect she is to him.

A/N: this is for a plus size reader so there are physical descriptions in this one but everyone is welcome to read!

Warnings: Body issues, self consciousness, implied smut (not explicit)

Word Count: 990

They were walking past a store window when something caught her eye. It was a cute lingerie set on the mannequin, sheer and black with red lace on the straps. She stopped for just a second to admire it.

“Do you wanna go in?” Spencer asks, a little mischievous look in his eye. But she shakes her head quickly.

“Nah, it’s fine. It just looks good on the mannequin— and well— I don’t look like the mannequin” she says it as a joke, but he doesn’t laugh.

“You look better than the mannequin” he states it as a fact and nothing less, “we’re going in” he grabs her by the hand and pulls her with him into the shop. It doesn’t take long to hunt down the set and for her to try on, but she doesn’t want to.

Yes he thought she looked beautiful, but she didn’t want to face the reality that she wouldn’t feel that way when she looked in the mirror. All she’d see is the way it would cut into her hips, or the how the band of the bra would dig into her back.

“I don’t feel like trying something on right now Spence” she tries to downplay, but he doesn’t seem convinced.

“Okay” he agrees, taking them out of her hands, “We’ll just take them them” he’s walking over to the till before she can stop him, and they’re out the door, shopping bag in hand a minute later.

When she’s in the privacy of their own bedroom later that evening she can feel the little bag of lingerie staring at her from the dresser. As much as she didn’t want to try it on earlier, there was a curiosity in her now.

Fuck it. She stood up and grabbed the bag, pouring the contents out onto the bed and looking at them for a moment.

Spencer was reading through some paperwork in the living room and she had some time to herself, so she took it. Removing all of her clothes and stepping into the new underwear. Without looking she knew she was right, it did cut into their hips and her back, not in a way that hurt, just in a way that made her so aware of her shape. Of how much she didn’t look like the mannequin.

In spite of herself she left the room, opening their bedroom door to stand in it, just within Spencer’s eye-line. He looks up at the noise and his mouth falls open involuntarily.

“You look—” he stands up from his desk to walk over to her, at a loss for words.

“I look nothing like it’s supposed to look” she sighs, and he reaches out for her but she moves before he can make contact.

He follows her into their bedroom where she’s sitting on the edge of the bed. Kneeling down in front of her and placing a hand on each of her knees. He looks up to her and she can barely meet his gaze.

“Baby, no. You look perfect. Perfect is the word I was searching for”

She shakes her head. “No, I don’t”

“Yes you do. And it matters to me that you know that. Not just that I think you’re beautiful, but that you think you’re beautiful too”

She looks at him now, “how?”

“How are you beautiful?” He asks, and she nods meekly. He stands up then.

“Lie down” he commands and she knows this voice well, so she does as she’s told and moves down the bed, laying her head among the pillows.

Spencer removes his own clothes then, right down until he’s just in his underwear too. And then he climbs into bed with her, spreading her legs apart so that he can nestle in between them.

He starts at her neck. Planting a gentle kiss right at the base of her throat, slowly trailing down. And then he’s between her breasts, he cups them over the fabric of the new bra, he loves the way he can just barely contain them in his hands, the way he can bury his face between them.

He places soft kisses all over them before he looks up at her, “I love your tits, they’re the perfect size for my hands” he tells her, “don’t you agree?” he asks then, and it catches her off guard.

“Yes” She says, looking down at him with a soft smile. And his heart swells.

“And your stomach” he starts to move down slowly, leaving gentle kisses and licks all along it. And then he lays his head against it, his arms coming to her sides to cradle her in an embrace as he speaks, “it’s so soft, so perfect. You know how I love to lay on you while we’re in bed like this? You know that’s because I think it’s just so beautiful?” He looks up then, clearly wanting another answer.

“Yes” she exhales, taking in his words, internalizing them as best as she could.

So he moves again, his hands coming down to rest on either side of her hips, tracing his fingers along the front of her panties, making their way down to their thighs and squeezing them gently.

“And you know how good it feels when I’ve got one of your beautiful soft thighs on either side of my face while I eat you out? I would stay down here all day if you’d let me” he looks up again, this time there’s a different look in his eyes, like he’s asking for permission.

“Yes” she says again, and this time his fingers don’t move down, they move back up to the hemline of her new panties, and all of a sudden she loves the way she looks in them.

Especially as Spencer slid the panties down her thighs and buried his face between them.

[goldentournesol]

Solace

(Spencer Reid x Reader)

The one where plus size!Reader is struggling with her body image and Spencer gives her a boost of confidence.

Length: 2.8k (whew, i got really carried away, this hit home)

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“Good morning, lovely crime fighters!” Y/N chirped as she walked into the bullpen, holding a file which indicated that they had another case. She had replaced JJ as the communications liaison when JJ became a profiler. 

She was a hugger. She hugged everyone, hoping to make them feel more human as they took on the cruelest of the cruel. Everyone welcomed her hugs, even Spencer. Hell, especially Spencer. She was the BAU’s resident ray of sunshine and Spencer quickly realized how much he’d needed her positive energy in his life. Today, however, she gasped as she hugged him tight.

“Spencer, this cardigan is so soft!” She exclaimed excitedly, one of her hands running up and down one of the sleeves of his lavender cardigan. It was his favorite color. The action alone sent Spencer into a spiral of emotions. He didn’t know which to deal with first: his stomach erupting in butterflies, every inch of his skin heating up and reddening, or the fuzz she created in his brain.

“I-uh…um, y-yeah! It is!” Spencer stammered as she stared up at him.

Morgan and Emily exchanged a knowing look and scoffed at their coworker’s obliviousness. The two have been dancing around their feelings for each other and the entirety of the BAU took notice. They all filed into the conference room where Y/N presented them with the case.

“Time is of the essence with this case, wheels up in 30.” Hotch stated as he picked up his file and left.

The case was tough and almost all the leads were dead ends. A few days into the case, Spencer and Y/N were the only ones left in the police station. Spencer stared intensely at the geographical profile he’d created from his seat, hoping something new would come to him. Y/N picked at her dinner in boredom, but mostly out of a loss of appetite. Spencer noticed that she had her chin propped up by her palm, lost in her own thoughts.

“Hey, everything alright? You should really finish your dinner so you can get some energy.” His soft voice took her out of her head. He’d noticed how she hated eating in front of others, always preferring to eat alone. She gave him a weak smile and nodded, noticing that his takeout container was empty. 

“Yeah, I just…don’t feel like eating.” He nodded, understanding but also decided not to prod any further. He hoped she would confide in him if there was anything else on her mind.

They caught the unsub a day later and were on the jet back home before they knew it. Y/N took one of the window seats and immediately zoned out, eyes staring out the window into the blackness of the night sky. Her arms had automatically wrapped around her body in an attempt to hide it from the world. 

Spencer took the seat across from her and watched as she retreated into the darkness of her own mind. Even the sun had to set every day. She felt his gaze on her and somehow felt him scrutinize every inch of her skin. 

An hour went by and the air conditioning in the jet had gotten too cold for Y/N’s liking. Spencer looked up from his book to find her body shivering slightly, her hands only doing the best they could to warm her up as she tried to create warmth. Spencer reached into his go-bag and found the cardigan that she had complimented him on.

“Here, take this.” Spencer once again ripped her from her own head. His hand holding the soft piece of fabric as his arm extended to reach her. A look of panic danced across her features as she eyed it. She began to shake her head profusely.

“No, no, no! It’s okay! I’m f-fine, I don’t need it…” She sputtered out quickly. The truth is, she knew it wouldn’t fit her and she would rather stub her pinkie toe one hundred times than admit it.

“Y/N, you’re literally shivering. Just take it.” Spencer insisted, setting it down on the table between them.

“No, Spencer, you don’t understand. I can’t put it on.” She stated firmly. 

His confusion was evident on his features. Did she think he’d be grossed out if she put it on? Oh God, did it smell bad? No, he’s sure he washed it. She looked like she might cry, her eyes glossing over and her lip quivering slightly, it would have probably gone unnoticed by anyone else but him. Spencer’s heart shattered as a wave of realization hit him.

She thought it wouldn’t fit her. 

The material was quite elastic, he thought it could stretch on her a little but he didn’t mind at all. He knew his frame wasn’t large or impressive, but never in a million years had he meant to make her feel uncomfortable.

She saw the realization hit him and she wanted nothing more than to curl up into a ball and disappear. The silence between them was deafening to her. 

“It’s alright, you don’t have to put it on if you don’t want to. You can just use it as a makeshift blanket.” He smiled softly, glancing down at the cardigan then back up at her. He saw her eyes soften slightly. 

She knew she’d break into tears if she used her voice so she resorted to nodding and giving him another of her weak smiles. He rested back into his seat after he watched her drape it over her figure. It smelled like him, like laundry detergent and coffee and it brought her a sense of comfort.

 After she made sure his attention went back to his book, she had no control over the tear that escaped from the corner of her eye. She quickly wiped it away with his cardigan. She didn’t even know what she was crying about. On one hand, Spencer was sweet enough to offer her his cardigan, but on the other, the dread she felt knowing it wouldn’t fit her was weighing her down. She knew he was just being Spencer and he didn’t mean to make her uncomfortable, but even the softest of fabrics couldn’t pull her away from her intrusive thoughts.

The rest of the journey was silent aside from the soft hum of Morgan’s music and the sound of Spencer turning pages. Y/N tried to get some sleep but couldn’t shake the thoughts away. As the plane landed, she folded up the cardigan neatly and returned it to Spencer, who just smiled and put it away. He knew he probably shouldn’t say anything, but he felt like he had to. Just as their feet reached the ground, Y/N began to take off in the direction of her car.

“Y/N, wait! Please.” Spencer called after her and she turned to him reluctantly. He made sure to wait until everyone else was out of earshot before he began stuttering nervously, “About earlier, I really hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable, t-that wasn’t my intention. I’m so sorry if I made you feel bad or anything.” His voice displayed true regret and she could practically hear the thumping of his heart against his chest. 

She smiled a little at the flustered doctor and shook her head. She rested her hand on top of his as it was clutching the strap of his messenger bag. She felt the muscles relax under her touch.

“Spencer, relax. I know you meant no harm. Thank you, I really appreciated it. You’re a sweetheart, it’s just difficult sometimes when…” she trailed off and shook her head when she couldn’t even begin to explain what she was feeling, “nevermind. It’s really late, I should get home.” She wasn’t exactly in the mood to bare her soul to Spencer about her body image issues. 

He nodded in understanding, hating that she felt that way. He was determined to make her feel better though. As they parted ways, Spencer thought of a way he could make it up to her.

Next Monday came around and Y/N walked through the bullpen to get to her office. Barely anyone had come in yet. She found a gift box sitting on top of her desk. Dumbfounded, she looked around to possibly find the culprit, but she couldn’t see anyone. She walked towards it and found a note taped to the top of the box. She recognized the handwriting immediately.

“This one’s all yours.” Spencer had scribbled as nicely as he could. 

She opened the box and reached in. Her sense of touch told her more information than her eyes could have. It was the same material of Spencer’s cardigan. She pulled it out  of the box to reveal the same exact cardigan he owned but in her own size. Warmth flooded through her heart and all the way out to the tips of her fingers. He went out of his way to make her feel happy and that alone melted away any negative feeling that had consumed her. She held the cardigan close to her chest as if it were a surrogate for Spencer as tears brimmed her eyes. She was so caught up in her emotions that she didn’t hear him come in.

He closed the door of her office slowly so as to not startle her and her eyes snapped up from the cardigan to meet with his warm ones as they tried to gauge her reaction. She didn’t even think to use her words so she made her way around the desk and wrapped him in a hug. His arms welcomed her and he felt a wave of relief hit him.

“Thank you, Spencer. You have no idea how much this means to me.You really didn’t have to do this.” she mumbled, her words muffled by her cheek against his chest. He bent his neck down and bravely placed a kiss to the top of her head.

“I’d do anything for you, Y/N.” He replied sweetly as his hands rubbed her back. He heard her sniffle into his chest. He raised a hand to rest it at the back of her head in hopes of seeing her face, “Is everything alright?” he asked as soon as she met his eyes. 

As she looked up at him, he saw the pain in her eyes but it was mixed with something else that he could only identify as adoration. Did she adore him as much as he hoped she would? 

She nodded slightly, not breaking eye contact with him. Having him this close was so nice, she had a hard time thinking again. His other hand came up to her face and she allowed for his thumb to gently wipe the tears from under her eyes. She smiled wider at the gesture and Spencer hoped his knees wouldn’t buckle under his weight.

“You’re an angel, Dr. Reid.” She teased and he smiled at the name, rolling his eyes playfully but kept a steady hand on her back and the other was cupping her face gently.

“So, do you wanna tell me what’s been going on up there?” He glanced up towards her forehead. Her smile faltered and he half-wished that he never asked. He felt her sigh against his chest and she pulled away from him.

“It’s nothing…” she began as she sat down in one of the chairs parallel to her desk, typically meant for visitors, “I don’t even know where to begin, Spence.” Her voice sounded defeated as she toyed with the cardigan in her hands. Spencer took a seat across from her but kept silent, hoping his silence would encourage her to continue.

“I know…I’m not…skinny and I don’t look like JJ or Emily or anything. And it’s really easy for me to get caught up in the self-deprecating thoughts, you know? And…most of the time I can just ignore it because I try my best to stay healthy and stuff, but sometimes it’s not enough and I start…” she broke off, huffing, “it doesn’t matter.” She shook her head, keeping her gaze floorbound.

He watched her in disbelief as she spoke, he had no idea she thought of herself that way, especially when he consistently thought she was the most beautiful woman in every single room she walked into.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to continue.” he reached for her hand with bravery and was delighted when she let him take it. She could feel how gentle he was with her and it made her heart flutter. 

“Listen to me, Y/N. I know how easy it can be to let ourselves succumb to the thoughts we have about ourselves. We always think we can define our worth by ourselves. But you don’t see it. You don’t see how beautiful you are. You don’t see the way your eyes light up like fireworks when you talk about something you’re excited about. You don’t see how we could practically use your smile as a flashlight from how bright it is. You also don’t get to hear your laugh, your real laugh, it’s so damn melodic I want to make it my ringtone. That sounds kind of creepy and I don’t know if that made any sense and I’m aware that I’m rambling, but my point is: you don’t know how beautiful you are to me. And I know the shape of your body bothers you, but honestly, you are the most beautiful woman in the world to me, not just because of what you look like but also because you are the most genuine person I’ve ever met. You’re magnetic and your pull is strong enough to send me spiraling, Y/N, even though that statement is technically impossible due to the laws of physics–but I won’t get into that at the moment. And if you don’t believe me now, I’ll spend the rest of my life telling you until you do believe it.” He took a deep breath after his confession. She was looking at him now, completely speechless with tears racing down her face. 

“I’m sorry if I overwhelmed you, Y/N. I just thought you needed to know how I felt about you.” Spencer stood, but she refused to let go of his hand, leading her to stand with him and tugged on it to keep him close to her.

“Spencer…you-” she began but she shook her head as if to gain control over her mental processes, “Spencer, you are my God given solace. You…you come in here and you literally sweep me off my feet and expect to run away? No, no, no. Now that I have you, I am never, ever, going to let you go.” She whispered the last part as she took hold of his tie and pulled on his tie gently to bring his face level with hers and pressing her lips to his gently. He reciprocated the gentle kiss and his hands found their way up to her face, cradling it and pulling it closer. He had never felt so flooded with emotion before that moment and all he could think about was her soft lips gliding against his and the way her hands rested on his chest. Soon, they pulled apart for breath and they both broke into the largest grins their faces could possibly muster.

“So…are you gonna try it on?” Spencer laughed as he took notice of the cardigan that was now laying on the floor. She had dropped it in the act of passion that had just occurred between them. 

She saw it and laughed, “Yes!” she picked it up from the floor and put it on quickly. She didn’t even care that it didn’t go well with her outfit. It fit her like a glove and Spencer couldn’t help but grin at her.

Outside her office, in the bullpen, Morgan sauntered over to Spencer’s desk with a coffee in his hand, “Where’s the kid?”

JJ and Emily nodded their heads towards Y/N’s office and Morgan let out an ‘ah’ of understanding, a knowing smile plastered across his features.

The door to her office swung open and the two of them walked out with grins literally reaching up to their ears. Morgan couldn’t help but whistle as he saw the way the young couple shared a loving look.

“Finally! My God, we were getting impatient!” Emily exclaimed as the pair made their way over to where they were sitting. Morgan immediately reached up to ruffle Spencer’s hair and Spencer swatted his hand away.

“Nice cardigan, Y/N.” JJ smirked and raised a brow at her friend and the pair shared another loving look.

[mxchellesworld]

Hi! I have a request if that's alright 🥺 can you do a Mgg or a Spencer Reid imagine where he loves on your stretch marks on your thighs & ones on your calves 💓 or one with where you squirt for the first time when you guys have sex & then get insecure about it. Thank you if you're able to! 🥺

Worship- Spencer Reid x Reader

synopsis; in which spencer loves on his girlfriend and shows her just how perfect she is

warnings; smut, unprotected sex, fingering, squirting, overstimulation 

i decided a little drabble wasn’t enough and made this into a full fic

a/n: why did this hit me in my soul!! i’m writing this with a plus size reader in mind and combining both ideas, hope you enjoy my love :)

being with spencer reid was amazing in every way possible. from waking up to morning kisses, his goodnight texts when he was gone on cases, even his attempts at cooking, which usually ended up with a messy kitchen and loads of laughter. but the best part would be how beautiful he made you feel. 

you were normally confident in your looks, being old enough to realize that a little extra cushion and stretch marks weren’t a problem at all. you were healthy and absolutely happy. however some days you couldn’t help but let those waves of self doubt wash over you.

spencer had noticed early on. when you woke up his arms were wrapped around you like normal, your back pressed against his chest and his warm hands on your soft tummy. he noticed you were awake by the way you squirmed at the feelings of his hands on you. turning around you were met with his hazel eyes glowing in the light flowing through the window. 

you quickly pressed a kiss to his nose before getting up, your hands going to wrap around your torso that was barley covered by a little tank top. you walked into the bathroom and spencer was left in bed dumbfounded. usually you were all lovey in the morning. where were his extra cuddles? 

he stayed in bed for a little waiting for you to come back. he figured you’d do your morning business so he picked up a book to read knowing you’d be out by the time he finished. but when 20 minutes passed and he didn’t hear any water running or a flush from the bathroom he got up to go check on you. 

he thought maybe you were doing a face mask or painting your nails but what he didn’t expect was for you to be in the mirror examining yourself. to him you looked perfect.

your morning hair messy from a good sleep, tiny tank top putting your soft breasts on display and went down half way down the tummy he liked he rest his head on. the little boy shorts you had on accentuated your behind and don’t let him get started on your thighs, ever so thick and squishy which he loved to have in his hand as he drove or around his head in other situations. 

you were broken out of your self examination when he called out for you, “hey sweetheart, what are we looking at?” he said wrapping his arms around your frame. 

he could feel you squirming again being in his hold.

you sighed and let your hands run from your hips down to the tops of your thighs, “these stupid marks, they’re so ugly.”

spencer was shocked. how could anything about you be ugly. he went to sit on the toilet seat and pulled you to stand in front of him. he started to place little kisses all over the marks on your tummy and let his hands go under the sides of your panties rubbing on your hips. 

“spence what are you doing?” he looked up into your eyes, his auburn ones blown with lust. “trying to show you just how perfect you are.”

he continued his trip of leaving little kisses all over your belly. you pulled him away by tugging a little on his hair. leaning down you pressed a kiss to his forehead. “i appreciate the effort handsome, but im anything but perfect. just look at me.”

his hands moved up to your waist, “i am looking at you y/n/n. you are the most beautiful woman i’ve ever known, inside and out. no amount of marks would ever make me think any different.” 

your heart fluttered at his words. the sincerity of his tone topped with his large eyes looking up at you like if you hung the moon and stars. he started to stand up and pulled you with him back into your bedroom. 

“strip for me pretty girl,” he said as he walked you to the edge of the bed. 

you looked at him hesitantly and he went to caress your face, “please honey, just let me show you how a goddess of your nature should be worshiped. 

your hands went to the bottom of the tank, pulling it up with a swift motion. the vision was something spencer would never get tired of seeing. perfect nipples peaked under the morning chill of the room. his hands went to your hips to help pull your panties down your legs. 

once they were off he threw them somewhere in the room and motioned his head for you to lay back on your pillows. he swore his brain short circuited at the sight of you bare and spread out for him. he followed suit and took off his old tshirt and flannel pajama pants, getting settled in between your legs. 

you looked down and were met with one of your favorite sights. the familiar mop of brown curls in between your thighs with equally brown eyes looking up at you, gauging your reactions. 

“you were made for me angel, and i’ll spend the rest *kiss* of my life *kiss* proving it *kiss* to you *kiss*,” he said making his way from your right thigh over to your left. skipping the area where you needed him most. once he felt like you were ready for him, he let his hand slip through your folds, picking up some of your already dripping essence. 

“spence please,” you whined.

“your wish is my command angel,” with that his tongue went to your folds, liking broad stripes to taste all of you. you moaned at the feeling and let your hand fall to his hair. his middle and ring finger found their way to your slit, easily slipping in and reaching that spot inside of you. spencer had your body memorized and knew how you play you like his favorite game. 

you were swimming in pleasure, his pink lips wrapped around your clit as his long fingers curled and thrusted in your warm heat. while you moaned at his actions he moaned at the taste of you spilling all over his tongue. 

he switched his motions and inserted another finger, making you let out louder whimpers at his actions. he let go of your clit to look up at you. he thought you looked absolutely breath taking, sheen of sweet glistening on your forehead and your face contorted in the pleasure that he was giving you. not to mention your chest rising up and down from your erratic breathing. 

he would tell you were close from how you were starting to clench around his fingers. “cmon pretty girl, i know you’re close. let go for me.” his other hand went to rub circles on your clit as his eyes stayed on you, wanting to have a full view of you cumming embedded in his memory. 

his words set you off and the knot in your tummy broke. you came with a loud moan of his name along with a string of curses. you tried to shut your legs but his lanky figure stopped you from doing so.

“hey y/n/n can you give me one more?” you nodded as he leaned down to press a kiss on your sweaty forehead. “always so good for me angel.”

he was painfully hard from watching you writhe in pleasure and was sure he wouldn’t last long but he was set on making his point absolutely known that you deserved to be worshiped. 

swiping his length through your folds, you both gasped at the feeling. your thighs wrapped around his frame to pull him closer to you. he slipped in with ease and leaned down on his elbows so he was face to face with you. 

his thrusts started out painfully slow. letting you feel inch by heavenly inch of his thick cock. you loved when he was vocal, letting out groans and moans at the feeling of your walls squeezing him. his head fell to the crook of your neck and you could feel him bit down on your shoulder. 

your hands went to his back leaving little scratches at the feeling of him hitting the spot inside that made you see stars. the whole feeling was other worldly, being enveloped in his peppermint scent, the sounds of your mixed moans and skin slapping filled the room. 

his thrusts sped up and you felt the knot in your tummy return but this one was different. almost like a full sensation. “im so close spence, want you to cum in me baby,” you let out between little whimpers. 

“im right there sweetheart, make yourself cum for me.” your hand reached down to where you were both connected to rub on your clit, bringing you to your sweet release. however as he kept thrusting to reach his own your felt yourself let go even more. your essence gushing out down onto the sheets. 

your walls clenching during your release led him to his end, spilling inside of you. as he slowed down he looked at you, face towards the side looking away from him. 

“y/n whats wrong?” he asked rubbing your shoulder before pulling out slowly. 

“that was so embarrassing.” was confused at what you meant until he looked down to see the wet spot between your legs. 

“hey hey don’t worry,” he said wrapping you in his arms. “thats completely natural and just proves i did my job in worshiping you how i should.” 

you snorted at his confidence and pressed a kiss to his chest before pulling away. 

“why don’t you go start a bath while i change the sheets?’ he asked pushing some hair behind your ear. 

you nodded and made your way to the bathroom on shaky legs. this time when you looked in the mirror you saw nothing but faint love bites and a body worth being treated as such. 

[webbluvrsugar]

Spencer Reid’s new morning routine after getting with bau!reader.

When Spencer started dating you, things went off quickly and you both agreed that it would be best to start living together — after all, you couldn’t keep your hands off each other and sometimes he was just too tired to drive to your place after a long case, what he didn’t expect was the insatiable hunger you felt for him every single morning.

Sure, since you’ve been sleeping in the same bed, his morning boners have been way more common than usual, — specially because you sleep with your body clung onto his, but that’s not something he’s complaining about — but now he’s having to explain to your coworkers how you’re both getting late to work almost every morning, because usually, you’re just having sex until it’s too late to get ready for work.

“You know, Morgan’s starting to ask around and — uhm… we should really start getting dressed.” Spencer tries to get you off him, not that he doesn’t want a piece of that pussy every day, he’s even read about what gets you like this right in the morning, yet he just doesn’t know.

“Uh-huh…” you answer, bluntly uninterested in what he’s saying as you straddle him in the sheets, moving to remove your tee, which is really his, and pulling his pyjama pants down.

“You’re going to drive me insane…” he breathes, one hand moving to his hair. “Or get me fired.” He mutters, but you’re quick enough to take his lips into a kiss.

It’s not long until you’re bouncing on his cock like you depend on it, his eyes rolling back as he shivers and whimpers, hands lightly flexing on your waist as his head tosses back on the sheets, its moments like this that he doesn’t really want to get to work faster.

“Fuckkk, y’feel so good.” His eyes glance over the clock, your hand slightly moves to grab his face, his attention goes back to you.

“Sorry Spence, just a little longer.” You lean down to kiss him again, your tongue moves past his lips and his hands go up your body, taking your tits on each hand.

When you’re on top of him like that, like he’s everything you need, Spencer is not that sure if this is that much of a bad idea.

[sisternihil]

Dosed

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader Summary: Spencer is dosed with sex pollen while searching an unsubs home lab.

A/N: the reader is plus size and tall, race is unspecified. Also, not beta’d and the first time I’ve written in a year.

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ ONLY, penetrative sex, hand jobs, vaginal massage and fingering, cream pie.

Word Count: 1.8k 

Why was it always Spencer? Surely he was smart enough to recognize a trap when he saw one.

Yet here you are, looking at his flushed face as he strips off his cardigan and tugs at his tie.

‘Spence, we need to get you to the hospital. You’ve clearly been dosed with something. What did you touch?’

‘It was jus-, uh, I-I, that’ he blurts out pointing to an open envelope on the floor. Bending down to get a closer look Spencer kicks it away.

‘Don’t touch it, don’t breathe it in’

He’s starting to sweat as he unbuttons the second and third buttons on his dress shirt. You’re starting to panic, you have to get him out of here. Your phone chirps in your pocket. Thank god it’s Garcia she has to have something.

‘Mama, please tell me you know what this unsub was making’

‘That’s the bad news kitten.’ Your heart drops in fear for Spencer who is currently seated in the corner of the room, legs spread, and rubbing his hands absentmindedly against his thighs. ‘I can’t believe I’m saying this, but it’s sex pollen like in fanfiction’ Penelope says excitedly. You blink and can’t believe what Penelope just said. ‘What?!’ ‘Yes, it won’t hurt him but he’s going to be uncomfortably turned on for the next 12 hours unless he finds some relief’ her voice trails off at the end and you know what she’s implying. You hang up and contemplate your choices.

Oh god. How could you have gotten into this? Yes, of course, you were attracted to Spencer but you didn’t want to take advantage of him. ‘Come on Spence, we’ve gotta get out of here.’ Heaving him up you can feel the heat radiating off of him. He stumbles forward and catches himself by clutching your shoulder. His face nuzzles into your neck as he whines happily. Did he just sniff you? ‘You smell so nice’ he’s starting to slur and you take his hand guiding him outside and into the car.

‘Y/N, I’m so hot— please do something’ he’s begging and you can feel his words affecting you.

You point the AC directly at him hoping that helps in some way. ‘Spencer, I need you to listen to me. Garcia said you’ve been dosed with something like sex pollen’

‘Sex pollen, I thought that was only in fanfiction?’

‘Obviously not, it should wear off in about 12 hours but until then you’re gonna be—‘

‘Horny like a fucking teenager, I know’ he huffs out. Under normal circumstances, Spencer would be horrified that this was happening but at this present moment the only thing he can think about is how he would look between your thick thighs. It’s not the first time he’s thought about it but you’ve never been so close while the thought ran through his mind.

Glancing over you can see the outline of his cock stiffening in his khakis. You focus back to the road not wanting your stare to linger too long. He’s writhing in the passenger seat trying to find some type of friction without using his hands. Somehow he’s trying to maintain some semblance of decency in front of you. Boldness takes over as you reach past the console and run your palm over his cock.

‘Fu-‘ is cut off by a loud guttural moan. He pushes his head back into the seat and you can see the flush of his skin has spread down to his chest. His tongue darts out to lick his lips as he catches your wrist to hold you in place.

‘Is this okay?’ It comes out just above a whisper but you’re trying to find consent in some way. A simple ‘yes’ is all he can get out as he undoes his belt and slacks just enough to pull his cock out. He guides your hand in a few experimental strokes and then he’s fucking your hand and panting out more curses than you’ve ever heard him say. His rhythm starts to stutter and you hate that your focus is on the road because you can only imagine the beautiful faces he’s making. Luckily you’re pulling into your drive just as you feel a sticky warmth coat your hand.

He’s collapsing against the seat and you can see his muscles relaxing. He looks wrecked, cheeks dusted pink, hair mussed and pupils blown wide. You come to his side and help him out of the car and into your house.

‘Oh fuck’ he whispers out ‘What?’ You can hear a slight panic in his voice and you know this can’t be good. ‘You know there are usually a few types of sex pollen, the type that eases after orgasm and the type the gets worse after orgasm’

‘Yea? And what does that mean for you?’

He swallows harshly, ‘I think this is the kind that gets worse after orgasm’

‘Come on let’s get you out of these clothes and into a cold bath, you’re burning up’ you’re pressing him toward your bedroom when he stops.

‘That’s not going to help me’ he grits out. He’s frustrated at having to spell this out for you and the way you’re looking at him with doe eyes only makes him want you more. Spencer closes the distance between you by pressing a hungry kiss against your lips. It’s all tongue and teeth and his hands are gripping your hair at the nape of your neck.

Shock wears off and you respond urging him into your bedroom. You finish the last buttons on his shirt as he toes his shoes off and shrugs his pants and boxers into a pile on the floor. The backs of his knees hit the bed and with a little shove, he’s seated.

You’d always wondered what he looked like underneath all the sweater vests and cardigans. He’s lithe - slim without bones and you never imagined his arms and back were so well defined. You take him in from head to toe and stifle a laugh as his socks catch your eye (one hot pink and one brown argyle) - yep, he’s still Dr. Reid.

He doesn’t falter under your gaze, however. He’s emboldened by it even as he drags you into his lap and into another hungry kiss. Spencer has wanted this for longer than he’d care to admit and he takes his time touching studying every inch of you, greedy to feel you against him, skin to skin.

Standing as you strip down to undergarments, he positions himself in the center of your bed. His cock is painfully hard and leaking as he watches. Skillfully you unhook the black satin bra as your heavy breasts spill out and his cock twitched against his stomach. Before you can move, he’s hauling you on top of him.

Soft, that’s the only word Spencer can think of as he sinks his fingers into your substantial waist. God, you’re so impossibly soft. It’s dizzying how comforting your weight feels on top of him. A moan from your lips as you grind against him brings him out of his reverie. Soft kisses are placed at short intervals down his neck and chest. ‘More. Please.’ he whimpers out as you spread kisses from shoulder to shoulder and gently tug at his hardened nipple. He grabs your hips harshly as you repeat the action over and pushes you beneath him.

Two fingers are pressed into your mouth as he commands ‘suck’. You sob around his fingers as he takes a nipple into his mouth and grazes the hardened peak with his teeth. He’s cupping your sex and massaging gently (you make a mental note to ask him where he learned this later) while teasing your entrance with each passing. ‘Spence’ is all you can choke out before he’s filling you up with two fingers. You can feel the slight burn of stretching as he scissors his fingers inside, pressing against your tight walls, and fuck it feels so good.

‘I wanna feel you’ your face flushes at your bold request and he presses a soft kiss to your lips and moves between your legs. Positioning a pillow under your hips and he slowly sinks into you. He can’t remember if his last time felt like this but you’re so fucking wet and warm that it takes his breath away and he steadies himself before creating a rhythm he can’t keep.

It starts slow and fervid, soft moans fill the room as you both adjust to the other. Then something awakens in Spencer and your legs are over his shoulders while he’s buried completely inside of you. ‘Fuck, Dr. Reid you’re filling me up so good’ tears prick the rims of your eyes as he continually brushes against that sweet spot inside of you. His hips start to falter as he brings your legs down to settle on his hips ‘you feel so perfect around me’ and you can feel his breath on your skin as he rests his head against yours.

With his second wind, all you can do is whine as he fucks into you impossibly faster. This pace brings you to the ledge and pushes you over as his thumb rubs assured circles around your clit. You’re clenching around him and leaving half-moons pressed into his back as your eyes close and white burst fill your vision. One, two more thrusts and he’s cumming inside you.

Slowly as he disconnects from you and he sits back on his heels, he spreads you open watching as a creamy white mess leaks out of you. Dragging a middle digit up your slit he collects the mess and fucks it back inside of you. ‘No, no, no. I’m too sensitive’ you squeal clamping your legs together. He brings his finger to his lips, lapping it clean, tasting both you and his self.

Spencer’s phone chimes from the floor and it’s Garcia again. ‘Kid are you still alive?’ She says loudly over the speaker. ‘I think the dose is finally starting to wear off’ ‘So, did you—’ Garcia cuts herself off. ‘I, uh, I have to go Garcia. Talk to you later.’

‘It’s wearing off’ you question covering and pulling yourself up in bed. ‘What happened to this is the kind that gets worse?’

Spencer rubs the back of his neck and looks at you sheepishly ‘I thought it was but I guess that was just my own sex drive.’

You’re covering your face and laughing as he takes the spot beside you. His kisses you like a different man, gentle as he cups your face and it so sweet, you could almost cry.

As nice as this is a shower is better and you opt for it together. You had the rest of the day to spend in bed with him.

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send in your nasty thoughts!! i’m feeling smutty vibes today;) talk to me about anything- characters, actors, anything goes! -🧞‍♀️

[inkandpen22]

Always a Ploy

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: Y/N is often used as a ploy to catch the perpetrators and it drives Spencer crazy 

A/N: I’m always adding new one shots for Reid so if you’d like to be tagged lmk!

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Y/N

I sway my head from side to side, playing music in my head to distract myself from the fact that I'm freezing. 'Stand and wait on the side of the house' Hotch ordered. 'I'll give you the go-ahead soon' he promised. Ten minutes later, Reid and I are still waiting for the said go-ahead. At least Reid gets to be in normal clothes for the desert at night. I'm yet again being offered up as a ploy and in Morgan's mind, a door-to-door saleswoman would wear a dress when the weather is supposed to be low sixties, the wind not included. 

"Honey, you're killing me. Are you sure you don't want my jacket?" Reid offers again for the third time in the last five minutes. 

"Yes." My breath escapes between my teeth. "I'm fine. Plus, we won't have much time once Hotch gives the signal." I shake my limbs to remain warm. 

“Wait for my command," Hotch announces into our earpieces. "We lost sight of him in the window. We suspect he’s headed to the basement.” 

I shake my head. “Screw this. I’m going in.” 

“No, you’re not!” 

“They’re children! One more minute with that monster is another minute of trauma!” I move to step around the house and toward the front door. 

Reid slips his gun back onto his belt and grabs my wrist to stop me. He yanks me back and pins me against the cool wooden panels of the house. I open my mouth to argue and he covers my mouth. He whispers frantically, “Baby, baby, listen to me. I can’t let you in there!" I wiggle in his hold. “Stop fighting me.” 

“Y/N, you may proceed," Hotch announces, giving me the go-ahead. 

Reluctantly, Reid has no choice but to let me go. His hand falls from my mouth slowly, but he keeps me pinned and stares into my eyes warningly. “Don’t do anything reckless!" 

I smirk and slip out from under him. “You should know me better than assume I’d listen.” 

“Y/N, I’m serious!” He whispers, aggravated. 

“So am I." I send him a wink as I step out from beside the house. 

The lights from the living room pour out of the window onto the dry dirt yard. I take a minute a toss my hair to one side and yank the dress down to reveal more of my chest. 

Spencer

I watch from the shadows as Y/N adjusts herself to speak with the suspect. I hate it when she does this. I understand that Hotchner and everyone agrees that it works, but their opinions don't make any less uncomfortable. My own girlfriend is being used as a ploy, expected to flont herself to earn the trust of serial killers or rapists. 

Morgan appears beside me and squeezes my shoulder. “Don’t get hostile, Boy Genius.” 

“She’s doing it on purpose,” I grumble, gesturing to Y/N. 

“I know, I know.” He sighs. "But she's just doing her job. It's all pretending to her too," he assures me. "She's into you, man." 

Y/N

I ring the doorbell and rock on my heels, making the panels of the porch creak. Suddenly, the door swings open to reveal a worn-down middle-aged man in dirty overalls. 

“I don’t want to join any religion," he grumbles. He goes to slam the door shut, but I block it with my hand. 

“Neither do I,” I voice softly with a smirk. I step forward to stand on the threshold. “But maybe you’d like to sit down and talk about your finances? Have you been keeping track of where you’ve been putting your... assets?” I scan the man up and down with my eyes until I meet his gaze. 

Spencer

As we listen to Y/N flirt with the suspect, Morgan chuckles quietly next to me. 

I elbow him in the stomach. “It’s not funny.” 

“She sounds like Jessica Rabbit,” he jokes, only irritating me more. 

There's creaking on the porch, followed by the front door squeaking shut. He's let her in. 

Y/N

The place is an utter wreck. There have to be at least a dozen cats, hundreds of old newspapers scattered everyone, and it smells of feces. I sit down on the worn and ripped plaid couch next to the old man. I wear my best smile, though inside I'm screaming. 

“Now, let’s begin. What bank do you currently use?” I ask, gripping my fake leather finance binder. 

The man shifts closer to me. “Chase.” 

I note now that he's missing at least five teeth. I nod. “They are great to their members, but we something broader... larger in size," I chose my words intentionally. 

Abruptly, there's a high-pitch scream from within the house, making both of us freeze. 

“What was that?” I ask, searching the surrounding area. 

“My daughter is upstairs playing!" He rushes out and scoots closer to me. Boldly, he places his hand on my bare knee. "What was that you said about size?” He grins and begins to glide his hand up slowly. 

I swallow hard, my eyes on his hand. I try to ease it off. “Sir, please-“ 

He lifts his hand off my knee and brings it to my shoulder. He tries to urge me to lay down. “Come on, sugar. I’ll pay you for your time. Your supervisor won’t have to know.” 

I reach underneath my dress and whip out my gun, pointing it directly between his eyes. “FBI, down on the ground!” 

His eyes grow wide and his jaw nearly hits the floor. “What!” 

The S.W.A.T. team barges into the house, all yelling over each other. They march deeper into the house and into the basement where we know the children are. Hotchner appears in the foyer with Reid and Morgan. Soon, Prentiss and JJ are close behind. 

Reid yanks the man off of me and tosses him onto the ground on his knees. He handcuffs him and pulls him to his feet. “No means no, asshole!” 

“She was asking for it," the suspect huffs as he's dragged off toward the foyer. 

Reid laughs mockingly. “Doubtful consider she just has to go to me for that." 

Morgan kneels in front of me. “You okay?” 

I nod weakly. “After every time I just feel gross.” I shake out my arms with a shiver. 

“He’s a disgusting man. I’m sorry he touched you.” 

“Part of the job.” I shrug. “At least I know how to defend myself. There are so many women who don't." 

Morgan nods. "Maybe you can take your experiences and help those women." 

Now there's an idea. 

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I lean against the car with JJ and Prentiss as the S.W.A.T. team and members of C.P.S carry the little girls out of the basement and into ambulances. It's a bittersweet sight. Morgan and Reid step out of the house once the last child is removed. Morgan pats Reid on the back with a chuckle as they approach us. 

As soon as they reach us, Reid takes my hand and leads me to a tree a few feet away from the car. When we have some privacy, he starts to apologize. “Look, I’m sorry for what I did. I shouldn’t have grabbed you and covered your mouth. I didn’t know-“ 

I cut him off, reaching up and bringing my lips to meet his with a quick peck. His hands rest on my waist and I break from him. 

He blinks rapidly, taken aback. “I thought you’d be mad.” 

“Oh I was pissed in the moment. Now, it’s just hot," I grin, wrapping my arms around his waist. 

He smirks. “Noted.” 

“I didn’t know you could move so quickly, Reid,” I giggle. “And what you said to the perpetrator when you arrested him!” 

He chuckles, “yeah I may have been a little heated in the moment. In my defense, he did touch you! Okay, that was not a part of the plan!” 

“I appreciate the protectiveness,” I assure him with a laugh. 

He glances down at the small space between us and the smile on his lips fades slowly. 

I can tell there's something on his mind. 

“About your performance...” He mumbles. 

“Didn’t like it?” I ask, knowing how he hates it when I have to be a ploy. 

He nods frantically. “Yeah, never again," he orders. 

“Deal.” I nod, giving his lips a quick peck again. 

He smiles into the kiss. “Well, never again for anyone else," he adds against my lips, making me grin. He breaks from me to ask, "Do you think maybe tonight you and I could talk about my assets?” 

I swat him on the arm. “Reid!” 

He chuckles, "you're right. We'll talk about this when we get home." 

I roll my eyes and they land on our teammates by the car as they watch us go back and forth, smiling brightly. 

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MASTERLIST

I will be adding to my masterlist as I continue posting requested prompts/my own prompts. The date stamp will be an indication of when it was updated last. Whenever you think to yourself “Oh, this is it?” I’ll be here to remind you that “Honey, you got a big storm coming.” See masterlist Pt. 2.

The master list will most likely be updated daily and it will be pinned to the top of my blog to make searching for stories easier.

FLUFF=🌸 SMUT (18+)=🍑 SMUT (EXPLICIT 18+)=🌶 ANGST=🥀 BLURBS=🌼

FIC COUNT (JAN 5, 2022): 115

PROCEED TO READ. HAPPY READING! 🥳

FLUFF 🌸 

Heavy Lifting (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Perfectionism (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Early Dawn Kisses (MGG x POC Fem!reader) 

Ace Ace Pt. 2 (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader) 

Boo’s and Ghoul’s (MGG x Fem!reader)

Big, Open Arms (MGG x Fem!reader)

Broken Telephone (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Outside the Box (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Friendly Competition (Spencer Reid x Bau!reader)

Two Left Feet (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Sky’s the Limit (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Fact Check (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Never Let Me Go (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Not a Day Too Soon (Spencer Reid x Gender-Neutral!reader)

Too Much Caffeine (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Profiling Mishaps (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Easy Work (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Exposed (MGG x Fem!reader)

Dream’s in Motion (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Give Me Hallmark (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Unsung Heroes  (Spencer Reid x Masc trans!reader)

Lost in Translation (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Let it Happen (Spencer Reid x ADHD Fem!reader)

Wave Lengths (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader/Garcia’s younger sister)

Sweeter than Sugar (Spencer Reid x Masc trans!reader)

Requesting for a Doctor (Spencer Reid x Sick!reader)

Big, Little Secrets (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Troubled Waters (Spencer Reid x Gender!neutral reader)

Confidential Information (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

For Us By Us (Spencer Reid x Black Fem!reader)

Your Move (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Seeking Comfort (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

SMUT (18+) 🍑

Who’s Your Daddy? (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5)

Easy Riders (Dom!Spencer x Fem!reader)

Old Friends, Old Habits (MGG x Fem!reader)

Hold Tight (MGG x Fem!reader)

A’s and B’s (Part 1, Part 2)

Let it Rain (MGG x Fem!reader)

Faded (MGG x Fem!reader) 

No Need to Rush (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Is that Code? (MGG x Interviewer Fem!reader)

Have Fun With It (MGG x Fem!reader)

The Cure (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Successful Experiments (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Better View  (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Rockstar Treatment (MGG x Black Fem!reader)

Naughty Girl (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Deprived (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Beauty and Brains (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Wheel of Fortune (Spencer Reid x Single mother Fem!reader)

Baby Making Magic (MGG x Fem!reader)

Flings and Things (MGG x Fem!reader)

The Sun Also Rises (Spencer Reid x Virgin Fem!reader)

High Stakes (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Find Your Happiness (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

The Thought of You (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

I'd Probably Still Adore You (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Eye of the Beholder (Spencer Reid x Plus!size Fem reader)

Playboy and Pretty Boy (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Oh Brother (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Fill My Cup (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Lead the Way (Inexperienced!Spencer x Experienced Fem!reader)

SMUT (EXPLICIT 18+) 🌶

Pegging for it (Sub!Spencer x Dom!reader)

Two’s Company, Three’s a Party (Dom!MGG x sub!reader x dom!female friend)

A Man After Midnight (Dom!Spencer x Sub Fem!Reader)

Follow My Lead (Dom!MGG x Sub Fem!Reader)

More Stimulation (MGG x Fem!reader)

Attention Seeker (Dom!Spencer x Brat Fem!reader)

Caught in the Act (Dom!Spencer x Sub Fem!reader)

Face It (Dom!Spencer x Sub Fem!reader)

Jealous Boy (Dom!MGG x Fem!reader)

Red Lingerie  (Dom!Spencer x Sub Fem!reader)

Give In To Me (Dom!Spencer x Sub Fem!reader)

Edge of Glory (Dom!MGG x Sub Fem!reader)

Something Sweet (Sugar daddy!MGG x Sugar baby Fem!reader)

Glutton for Punishment (Dom!MGG x Sub Fem!reader)

Child's Play (Dom!Spencer x Fem!reader)

Not That Kind of Tie (Dom!Hotch x Sub!Fem reader)

Starring Role (Spencer Reid x Neighbour Fem!reader)

Sweet Scent (Dom!Spencer x Sub Fem!reader)

No Holds Barred (Experienced!Spencer x Inexpeienced Fem!reader)

Two for One (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader xFem!friend)

Pretty Princess (Dom!Spencer x Sub!reader)

ANGST/LIL SAD 🥀

It Would Have Been Fun (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Missing in Action (Aaron Hotchner Fic)

High Tensions (MGG x Fem!reader)

Straight Shooter (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Home Again (Dad!Spencer x Mom!reader)

Remedy for Memory (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Thicker than Blood (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Lonely Hours (Spencer Reid x Gender-neutral!reader)

BLURBS 🌼

NSFW Alphabet: Matthew Gray Gubler Edition

Blubtober

[moonlit-void-to-the-far-unknown]

Spencer reid dating plus size reader Head cannons part 2

AN: Hey guys, so you guys loved the first set of these, and I can make Spencer Reid head cannons for years, so these are the second round, I love you all, and you are all beautiful, skinny, plus size, tall, short, if you have natural hair or permed, straight hair or curly hair, dark skin or pale skin, you guys are perfection and Spencer Reid would look at you and just fall in love. 

Tagging: @dontshootmespence @ladydork @reidbyers @reidoneshots @reid-my-fortune @tortillachildalyssa

-Smile. Oh my god Spencer loves your smile, like he loves how when you really smile, like full face smile, like he loves seeing it go to your eyes, and how when you fully smile you look like the most precious, beautiful art piece, he just finds himself staring at you in awe at how someone so beautiful, so truly amazing, hides her smile.

-He loves your laugh, like if he can make you fully laugh to the point of snorting, *we all do it, don’t lie about that one time you laughed so hard you snorted* he feels as if he just saved sick kids holding even sicker puppies from a burning building. like he loves seeing you laugh. Like if that was all he could listen to, he’d be so happy.

-He loves to watch you do your makeup, simply because he loves to see the process and he finds it true magic, that you can go from beautiful to even more beautiful, like just sits behind you and his face is just in wonderment like ‘How...did...wow’ 

-He loves to like surprise kiss you, like he’s not one for PDA but he at random point while you guys are walking around and just stops and pulls you in and kisses you because he just really needs to make sure you are real. 

-He hates seeing you sad because of clothe shopping, being a profiler he can always tell when you are upset, even if you try to hide it, he just takes your hand and squeezes it to let you know he’s there, because he knows its been a life time of these feelings and him simply saying the opposite won’t fix it instantly. 

-He takes no shit from people, like if you guys are out eating, and the waitress/waiter decides to just be the biggest of cunts like “so the check or...are you and your sister getting dessert?” and not just that they said sister, but also the tone of voice when speaking drives him to go full like angry Reid.

-Super hot to you though, also makes you blush at how he calls you beautiful and funny and far more attractive because you don’t make assumptions or judgments based of the soul outer body of a person. 

-He buys you sexy bedroom clothes, like things he knows you would never buy because of how much it shows off. 

-He has such a kink for seeing you in a plaid shirt and white burrow down. Like calling him professor/Dr. Reid...lets just say you’re real happy you let him talk you into wearing his little gift. 

-He is a sucker for cute couple type things, like matching Christmas sweaters to Rossi’s holiday party. 

-When JJ gets married he is in awe at how beautiful you look all dressed up, like thats when he knows, ‘yep i’ma marry her...’

-When he finds you criticizing yourself in the mirror he will stand behind you and trace his fingers over every part of you, and tell you facts about ancient times and how a woman of your beauty would have men battling in the street for your hand in courtship, or how the goddess of beauty and love herself has hips and curves. How the stretch marks are simply your warrior battle paint. 

-He sends you messages every day of little things, just ‘you are beautiful, in every way’ ‘man sure you remember to eat,’ ‘people’s words are nothing but anger that their soul is ugly and yours is perfect’ 

-He likes to have underwear dance parties on weekends he has off, just music on, both of you dancing in undies, like he doesn’t dance in clubs but he can move his hips, let me tell you. 

-He likes to keep his hands on your hips, like anywhere just his arm around you hand on your hip, to keep you close to him

-He will grab your butt to make you yelp and blush.

-Is a butt and boob guy. but what he loves the most...out of all of you. THIGHS! 

-He loves to kiss them, touch them, see them in jeans, leggings, shorts. 

-Thigh high socks are his weakness, like you just sitting on the couch reading, in shorts and a sweater and thigh highs, he just drops everything and pulls you off the couch and well you don’t leave the bedroom for a bit. 

-King of oral. Just....yes

-He gets off making you get off.

-Loves to kiss and bite down your body, 

-Has memorized every curve and dip of you, like he knows every freckle and scar, every dip and curve, everything on you. 

-Loves you, and every inch of it. 

-He brags about you, a lot....like...wow...like he has beat Morgan for how much he brags about you.

-Will leave marks on you so people know, you’re taken. 

-if a mark shows up on him, if someone see’s okay, he’s not ashamed to have it. 

-Likes to read to you, like your head in his lap, reading to you in a soft calm voice. 

-He will kill anyone who hurts you, or tries to take you from him.