#spencer reid x bimbo reader

[mariasont]

i loved lipgloss!!! i was wondering if i could pls request smth where spencer walks in the BAU unaware of the lipgloss on his lips from kissing bimbo!receptionist or on his cheeks from being kissed then everyone's like "👀☝️🤨" (english isnt my first language im sorry😭)

STICKY SITUATIONS - S.R

a/n: back with the lipstick trope yeehaw, can't tell you all how much i appreicate u all and how patient u guys are with me when i ghost for like 5 months at a time. thank you so much for the request sug <3

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pairings: spencer reid x bimbo!receptionist!reader

warnings: spencer daydreaming about inappropriate things! PDA!

wc: 1.1k

Spencer woke up feeling untouchable, like nothing in the world could shake him. The kind of invincible where even the sky didn't seem like a limit. You had stayed the night, as you often did, and yet every time he woke up with you beside him, it felt like walking on air. Today was no exception.

You made sure he was late today--both of you were. He blamed you entirely, though he didn't mind. You pinned him down with a thousand little kisses, laughing as you insisted that it's essential for a day filled with good luck, and how else was he going to catch all the bad guys without a little charm from you?

Spencer's body vibrated like it was attuned to some invisible, higher frequency, one you alone could set. The smile threatening to break free felt inevitable, like a law of nature, as his mind drifted to thoughts of you--so unavoidable it was as if trying to pinpoint an electron's exact position and momentum in time. 

He had half a mind to swing by the reception desk just to see you. Just for a second. He'd convince himself it was enough, even though it never really was. Today, though? There was no chance he'd make it to his meeting. Not when you were wearing that skirt--his favorite. The one that fit you like it had been hand-stitched by hand for you alone, showing off your thighs in a way that made him picture them around his--

"Reid, you're—," Hotch's voice snapped him back into reality, his brows down turning as he regarded Spencer with a curious frown before shaking his head. "Late. C'mon."

Spencer followed Hotch into the conference room, their entrance as routine as ever--or so he assumed. But the moment they stepped inside, something shifted. The air crackled with stifled laughter, a ripple of poorly contained snickers breaking out across the team.

He froze mid-step, confusion knitting his brow as he scanned the room. His gaze flitted from face to face, trying to uncover the source of their amusement. The laughter, he realized with growing bewilderment, was somehow aimed squarely at him.

His pulse quickened as self-awareness kicked in, and his eyes darted downward, trying to detect the anomaly that had captured everyone's damn attention. A loose thread? A stain? Panic bloomed in his chest as he mentally ticked through a list of possibilities. His sweater seemed intact--no wayward strings. His pants were fine, no errant coffee stains or wrinkles. And his hair--well, his hair always had a mind of its own, but it wasn't that unruly today. Right?

Bastards.

He cleared his throat. "Okay, what did I miss?"

Emily tried--and failed--to stifle her laughter, shaking her head in disbelief. "I think you might need to go to look in the mirror, lover boy."

Spencer didn't bother questioning her. No explanation would be offered, at least not freely. He knew he'd get no real answers from this group, and honestly, he wasn't even sure he wanted them at this point. Instead, he slipped out of the conference room and headed down the hall, his mind a muddled tangle of confusion.

He was so distracted--so consumed with trying to figure out what he'd missed--that he nearly missed the sound of quick, approaching footsteps. It was only at the last second that he looked up, just in time for you to collide with him. His hands moved instinctively, catching your waist as you stumbled forward, stopping you from toppling over.

Spencer's breath caught. Gods know if you'd fallen in those heels, you'd be lucky to escape with just a sprained ankle. But you didn't fall. Instead, you let out a startled giggle as you looked up at him wide-eyed.

"Whoopsie," you said with a smile. "Hi there, handsome."

The instant the words left your lips, you clamped a hand over your mouth, fighting back a high-pitched squeal of laughter.

Spencer, even more bewildered, furrowed his brows in confusion. "Okay, what?"

"Hold still," you instructed, though your voice wavered between stifled giggles. You reached up for him, your fingertips hovering near his face.

He followed your hand with his eyes, still clueless, until you gently cupped his cheek. Whatever it was on his skin drew another wave of laughter from you, and in response, he prodded at your sides, each poke sending you into another fit of delighted squeals.

"Hey, that's not holding still, Dr.!" you gasped, halfheartedly swatting at his hands while you finished wiping away the last bit of whatever had clung to his face.

"Whoopsie daisy," you said again, still brushing invisible flecks from his cheek, your voice reminding him of what he envisioned sunshine poured into a teacup would manifest as. "Aw, Spence, looks like I kinda-sorta-maybe left a tiny little lipstick stain behind."

Your tone was drenched in honeyed innocence, as if this kind of thing just happened and you had no earthly clue how.

Spencer's eyes narrowed. "Is that why I've been subjected to my team's thinly veiled harassment?"

Your eyes went wide, and you gasped as if you'd just witnessed a high crime. "They were giving you trouble? Oh my gosh!" You pressed your fingertips to your lips. "Do I need to have a word with them?"

The determination in your voice sounded all too serious, and he was a little scared that you were actually prepared to march back to that conference room in your pretty heels and give the entire BAU a piece of your mind.

Spencer nearly chocked on a laugh. Of all possible reactions, yours was the sweetest, most fiercely protective--and downright hilarious. He held up a hand in a placating gesture, lips curving into a boyish grin. 

"Hmm, I appreciate the offer," he murmured, gently tapping his chin with a finger as if considering it. "However, I think you might need to have a word with the real culprit who decided my face should double as her personal canvas this morning."

"Me?" You pressed a hand dramatically to your heart. "I would never! I mean, sure, I might've given you a million good-luck kisses before you left, and maybe one or two... or three of my lip gloss stains decided to stick around, but that's hardly my fault!"

You shifted your weight to the balls of your feet and wiggled your fingers in a helpless sort of gesture. "That's just how good my gloss is, y'know?"

"Right," he replied, voice quieter now, eyes warm as they traced your face. "Clearly the lip gloss is at fault. We'll have to issue it a stern warning later."

"Exactly! Don't blame poor, innocent me." You paused, lowering your voice conspiratorially, leaning close enough that he caught the faint scent of your perfume. "And if any of the team give you grief again, you know where to find me!"

Spencer hummed, placing a light hand on the small of your back, steering you gently away from the corridor.

"I'll keep that in mind," he murmured, smiling as if the world had just aligned perfectly in that very hallway. "But for now, maybe we should try to make sure I get back to my meeting... gloss-free."

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nsfw.

fem plus size bimbo!reader, wc: (written on the app!)

a/n: uhhh... can't stop thinking about that pool scene where reid just kept talking in between kisses, so here ya go!! :D

You weren't even listening.

Whatever was coming out of his mouth was falling on deaf ears as you stared at his lips moving.

It was something about space? Gravity? Physics something or another? You didn't know, all you knew was that you need his lips on yours, and fast.

"what's so interesting about gravity, is that it's -"

You don't even bother to say anything, just leaning forward to land a sweet peck on his mouth.

He stops for a moment, eyes fluttering shut out of pure instinct before continuing when you separate, "It's by far the weakest force that we know despite -" you peck him again.

This time you purposely hold him against your body longer, both of your hands moving to cup the back of his neck to gently coax him forward.

" I have no idea what you're talking about," You breathe. "But it sounds complicated, " Another kiss. "And that's hot."

Spencer flusters at your words, "W-what?" You grin sweetly, bumping your forehead against his. His large palms cradle your face.

"You're smart, that's hot, and i'm really turned on." You state as though it's obvious.

"Oh."

"Yeah 'oh'," You mimick playfully. "I'm just curious to what you consider more important, facts about gravity or me."

He fumbles for an answer at your teasing, and you can't help the big, cheek splitting smile that fights through your grin.

"I - what? You. You, of course." He answers quickly.

You giggle, pursing your lips. "Oh yeah?"

Spencer gulps, "Yeah."

"Prove it."

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Its 7am for me but literally all i can think about is Spencer going into work with bright pink kiss marks all over his neck bc bimbo!reader refused to let him go almost making him late and he didn’t realize she had already been wearing lipstick😭✨

spencer would be really confused as to why everybody's staring at him once he arrives— he knows he's a lil bit late, but the rest of the team was looking at him funny.

“that shade looks good on you, pretty boy.” morgan snickers, both jj and emily dissolving into a fit of giggles. whereas poor spencer just tilts his head, like a confused puppy bc why? what's so hilarious that's got even hotch to smile??

then eureka.. oh oh.. he touches his face automatically, garcia handing him a small mirror so he could check your handiwork.

kissmarks literally decorate his face— it's on his forehead, his cheeks, his nose and smeared on the contours of his lips.

you'd whined, and tearfully pouted when he had to untangle himself from your comfortable perch on the couch. throwing your arms around him, and begging him to stay with you longer; just a few more moments, you babble on his neck.

and he was so consumed by you, your fruity perfume, your warm and soft curves and soft lips pressing against his skin that his rationality left him. he had coaxed you gently, hands on the back of your neck, “i'm sorry, baby. i'll make it up to you later, i promise.”

“promise?” he nods, “pinky promise.”

you blink up at him trustingly, and he cups your cheeks, kissing you lovingly.💖💖💖

“it matches my complexion, thankyou very much.” he remarks evenly, sitting down on the swivel.

“alright, everyone settle down. i want all your attention,” hotch interrupts morgan's snarky reply, while emily dutifully hands spencer wet wipes.

[spoolsofgreenspoolsofblack]

do you write for criminal minds?

Yesss, I'm taking requestsss— I need to get back into writing :P

[h0ttestgrlinm0urgu3]

your friend isn't always a genius

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dom! aaron hotchner x brat reader

summary: Aaron's been on a case for to long reader decideds to be a brat but he gets home sooner than expected, turns out aaron got some advice from his friend.

warnings: use of y/n, masturbat!on fem, consensual voyeurism, being a brat, punishments, recording, daddy kink, mentions of spencer reid

it's been almost two weeks since aaron went on a case. it wasn't anything major, but with the towns police hindering the investigation due to a lack of knowledge and experience, he's had to stay longer than planned.

you know you can't blame aaron for being on a case, but having a break in routine always results in you bratting. so honestly, he shouldn't have expected less.

you currently sat on your knees infront of your full body mirror dressed in only a pair of pretty pink lace panties and one of aarons sleep shirts, taking pictures that you knew you'd get in trouble for. it didn't matter tho, you loved aarons punishments. you loved the way his hand felt when he spanked your ass or when you'd go brain dead from him fucking you so good. if you were being honest it was one of your favorite things.

sending the pictures to aaron you sit and wait for him to see it. it's around nine, and he's usually in the hotel by now unless they had a break in the case. you check and seeing that he read the text you pussy dampened and your heart speed up. waiting for a reply you sit there, and sit there, and sit. it's about 5 minutes when you decide to call him.

the phone ringing 3 times before he answers. 'hey sweetheart' he answers like he would normally. 'why didn't you answer my text?' you question, opting out of a greeting. 'because your not supposed to do that' he replys plainly. 'so? what you were just gonna ignore me?' you ask him letting your voice raise.

' I was' aaron says as if it's a normal thing.

' you never ignore me ' you say pouting as if he could see you. ' and you continue to be a brat. ya know spencer and I got the talkin and he said that if someone constantly has the same punishment every time they acted out, it'd become less effective.' he states, making you wonder what in their conversation made them talk about this and why he thought it pertained to you.

because it does.

'and? the fuck does that mean aaron?' you pout feeling the urge to really pass him off now. I mean if he was gonna change up punishments you can change up what your getting punished for.

'watch it' he warns urging you to not play this game. decideding he was beyond wrong and that you'd not only play this game, but win. you hung up the phone, removing your underwear you sat up the camera to where your pussy was on full display. hitting record, you let your fingers travel down your cheest, over your stomach past your clit collecting all of your juices on your fingers. bringing then back up to your clit you make eye contact with your camera as you start to play with your pussy.

moaning at the pleasure, you couldn't deny how good it felt, but you also couldn't deny how much it felt nothing like aaron. bringing your fingers down to your entrance, sliding them in as your eyes roll back and toes curl.

'oh fuck it feels so good' you moan out. you continue to fuck yourself on camera for about five minutes before you realize something. 'fuck I can't cum' you groan out. not knowing why but still wanting to win. so you crop the last bit of the video and send aaron the gold parts.

confused on why it's been five minutes of really good pleasure, and yet you haven't cum yet. you decided to get a toy, recording yourself play with it for a while before groaning and giving up at the same out come.

editing that video and again sending only the good parts you guessed that you must have became camera shy out of nowhere. so you play with your pussy while the camera isn't on. you try everything in the span of 6 hours, reaching for your phone at hour 3 to watch porn because maybe you need a little help.

which lead to realizing aaron once again left you on read.

you genuinely felt as though you could cry now. that's when the realization hits you. you've must of been so hardwired to aaron that it's impossible for you to cum without him now.

feeling angry, not necessarily at aaron, but at the fact that he probably knew you couldn't come without him, that's probably why he was okay with ignoring you.

getting cleaned in the bathroom before going back to the bedroom with a frown on your face, you let out a huff as you plopped on the bed.

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waking up the next morning, you check your phone. feeling your heart drop and crawl it's self back in place you read the one message from aaron. sent hours after you went to bed, about 1 a.m., telling you how they had a break in the case and caught the guy in the act. which means he'd be home anytime today.

that'd usually make you ecstatic, but with aarons newfound discovery of ignoring you only God knows what your punishment will be.

☆

you spend the day cleaning the apartment, cooking aaron his favorite meal, even going as far as making brownies. also thinking it was better to clean the whole apartment too just in case.

☆

almost perfectly on time, when you're taking the brownies out, aaron walks through the door. 'hey baby' he greets, walking over to hug you. "at least he's not that mad" you think to yourself. 'hi' you reply shyly, letting your head rest on his chest.

you've missed this, and if kinda makes you feel bad for being a brat. looking around the kitchen, aaron smiles fondly at the food you prepared. then picks you up whole he spins to look at the whole apartment, he knows it's because you didn't expect him home so soon after acting out, but he still loves it.

'enjoy the time you have sugar, cause after we eat your ass is done for' he smiles grabbing a handful of your ass and pecking your lips, before letting you down and making his way to the table.

let let out a groan, but honestly expecting that food and dessert wasn't gonna save you from your punishment.

☆

your weren't that hungry so you finished before aaron. as soon as the last piece was gone from his plate, you shot up to start cleaning the kitchen. 'Ah, that can wait baby' aaron tells you as he gets up from the table and motions for you to follow. 'what? noo, I got it' you answer starting to wash the dishes.

aaron walked behind you, an amused smile on his face. which goes away after he sees that your purposely washing slowly 'the longer you take on the dishes, the more time is added to your punishment' he says, making you drop the fork out of your hands. 'what? that's not fair'. you try to argue only for aaron to turn around and make his way to your shared room.

saying fuck it you decided not to do the dishes and follow him to the room. 'you done?' he asks 'fuck you, yes' you reply. making him laugh while he sat on the edge of the bed.

'get undressed baby' aaron commands you. decideding to choose your battles wisely and not have you outfit ripped apart, knowing aaron is not only good for buying clothes but destroying them, you undressed.

moving over, you sit in the center of the bed like he always tells you. waiting for him to say something you patently wait playing with your fingers.

he gets up from the edge of the bed and turns to you 'had fun without me?' your boyfriend asks you. 'not at all daddy, it was so boring' you answer back. ' so glad your back now' you add smiling up to him.

he lets out a loud laugh at your answer. 'seems to me you had all the fun in the world' aaron says. shacking your head no, while he shakes his head yes 'I know you did baby and it's okay.' he speaks as he makes his way to the chair in your room. 'how many times did you cum?' he ask while getting comfortable.

'don't ask me that daddy' you groan. he chuckles while un doing his tie. 'you don't want to tell me baby?' he questions. Shacking your head no he just smiles at you before speaking 'go ahead nd show me baby'.

confusion feels your body as aaron watches you from across the room. 'what?' you whispered, silently praying that you misheard him.

'baby I want you to play with your pussy while I watch' he admitted as if it was a mundane request. 'show me what you did while I was gone' he told you with a smirk.

shacking your head no, you desperatly thank of anything to get you out of this. 'that's so embarrassing daddy' you tell him as you pout.

your pussy is getting wetter by the second but you didnt know if you'd be able to cum. or even worse if you'd be allowed to.

before you could blink aaron got up and exited the room. you were confused to say the least and once he returned with a lighter that confusion only grew.

that was, until he went into your shared closet.

your jaw hit the floor as you see him walk out with one of your favorite pairs of heels. 'aaron what are yo-' 'shh baby' he cuts you off tossing your heels infront of the bed.

'they're just encouragement' he says as he reclaims his seat, lighter in hand 'but know that you'll be punished one way or another' he says plainly.

letting out a whine 'this isn't fair' you tell him wich in return earns you an eye roll. '10 minutes' he speaks. 'huh?' you question '10 minutes' he repeats.

'10 minutes to cum or you'll have 10 minutes to say goodbye to your shoes. you pick.' he clears up slightly shrugging his shoulders.

expecting your embarrassment you lay back down and prop your knees up. 'is that good?' you ask to which you get no reply. you drag two fingers through your slit and to your entrance. collecting your juices before letting them dip in.

you let out a moan, letting your body relax as you bring your finger out and back in. you cant lie about how good it feels, humiliation and all.

dragging your fingers out you bring them to circle your clit. you look at aaron and notice his intense gaze on your pussy in return you let out a whine and feel your pussy clamp around nothing.

you speed up your fingers and bring your other hand up to grope your breast. surprisingly to you, you can feel your orgasm building up.

adding more pressure to your clit to chase your orgasm it seems to finally click for aaron that your about to cum. to say you could see the disappointed on his face would be an understatement, "ill let her have this tho" , he thought to himself.

your shut your eyes as tight as they could as your feel the coil in your abdomen burst 'oh fuck daddy' you moan out as your orgasm washes through you.

breathing deeply as your legs twitched you finally opened your eyes to see your boyfriend on his phone. 'aaron what the fuck are you doing' you question as you see him typing away.

he barley spears you a glance before going back to typing and saying 'spencer said you wouldn't be able to cum on your own by now'

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a/n☆ this is the 3rd version of this story bc tumblr deleted the other two 😺 not proof read, so mb for any mistakes😻😽 - daisy

[angelyuji]

smart, genius yanderes making their obsession feel stupid and dumb so they rely on them for everything???? bimbo reader is one of my fav tropes becuz... i am stupid :)

tw // yandere content, emotional abuse, just being mean, yandere stuff u guys know the deal

constantly belittling you, demeaning you, as a way of lowering your self-esteem. making you second-guess everything you do as a way of making you depend on them for the simplest of tasks. snapping at you and immediately turning around and comforting you.

"don't be stupid. you should know better than that." he snaps, snatching the pen from your hands.

"what? what did i-" you feel your face heat from embarassment.

"(y/n), this is a job application." he snatches that paper from your hands.

"i know what it is..." you try to reach for it, but he holds it away. "i just want to help you."

"help me? i don't need your help, (y/n)." he grabs at your hair, pulling you off your chair to the ground. you yelp in pain as his fingers tangle in your hair and yank at your scalp. "why would they hire you? what qualities do you have that they would want? you're an idiot, a fucking idiot. you can barely cook a decent meal without my help." his voice was laced with venom. you feel tears slip down your face.

"i'm sorry." you meekly whisper. "you're right, i'm too stupid." you choke out a sob. he smiles before shushing you, letting go of your hair. he sits down next to you and pulls you into a hug. you melt into his touch.

"it's okay, that's why i'm here. to take care of you."

definitely: spencer reid (post-prison), bruce wayne, tony stark, 707, elias bouchard, gojo satoru

maybe: dick grayson, sam winchester, charles xavier, jason todd

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Wearing pink [S. R.]

Spencer Reid x bimbo!reader

word count: 2.7k

request: Hear me out... Spencer introducing bimbo f!reader to the squad! 😭🩷

A/N: Honestly, I had never written anything like this and I hope it is the correct idea of a bimbo. I based her on some TV characters, so (if you're a fan of this type of reader) I hope you like it!

“Baby, you're so nervous,” Spencer giggled, listening to the click of your heels from one side of the apartment to the other to check that everything was in order.

“I'm not nervous, I just want everything to look nice” you complained. Your gaze went to your boyfriend, who was wearing an elegant suit that you had bought for him last month, and you noticed that his tie was a little crooked. You immediately went in front of him and your hands acted on their own to accommodate it, as they had done so many times.

It was the first time Spencer's unit mates would see you and you wanted to make the best impression of all. You kept asking if the dishes looked good, if your skirt was smooth, if your hair was combed, if your makeup looked good. And each time he just smiled and nodded, recording how precious you were.

Honestly, the fact that the team found out about your existence was mere coincidence, the result of an unfortunate event that ended up unmasking Spencer. He had spent the night with you, since the cases had kept him too busy the last few weeks, and when he left the room, he only gave you a kiss on the forehead so as not to disturb your sleep. Although he wasn't very hungry, his body was in desperate need of coffee, so he opened your cupboard for something to take back to the office. Everything in your kitchen, which you hardly ever used, was pink, lilac, or any pastel variation of a few others, so it was a relief for him to find a single black thermos. Without paying much attention, he took it, poured the hot liquid, and then walked out.

There was no case, yet, so he sat down at his desk after waving to Morgan and Emily. He felt his phone vibrate and he thought it was a message from JJ, but he found that it was you who was contacting him.

Hey, are you leaving without saying goodbye? 

He smiled inadvertently and apologized saying that you looked so pretty that he hadn't wanted to disturb your calm. I could almost imagine you blushing from your soft bed.

Okay then. Good luck today, handsome. 

Love u xx

"No way! Are you a plastic girl?" Garcia yelled, from his partner's side. Spencer jumped a little when he heard her and it seemed she had caught everyone's attention.

“A what?”

"Your cup" the woman stretched out her hand to pick up said object and showed it to the rest: it had a bright pink print, with some images of a blonde girl and various objects, including a text written with something like newspaper clippings. which enunciated Burn Book.

"Where did you get that, Reid?"

"Who is she?"

“It's Regina George, from the movie Mean Girls. You don’t know her?" Prentiss muttered and at first, he immediately denied it.

“On Wednesdays we wear pink,” Garcia quoted, hoping he would have a clue, and again he showed he didn't know what they were talking about. But after taking a closer look at it, he suddenly remembered that he had looked at a poster with her somewhere in your room and it all made sense.

“When I took it, it was black”

"It's probably one of those magical cups that reveal the image with heat"

“Thermochromism?”

"I guess that's the scientific term"

"So where did you get it from? Did it just show up at your house by chance?"

"No, it was at my girlfriend's house"

At that, Emily's eyes widened, Garcia gasped loudly, and Morgan, who inconveniently just took a gulp of his coffee, almost choked on the hot liquid.

Penelope almost took the doctor by the neck to ask him why he had omitted such important information and he only shrugged his shoulders and replied that he had never commented on it because they had never asked.

It didn't take long for Garcia to yell at the missing team members what they had just found out and pretty soon JJ and Rossi were also gathered around the man to find out what was going on. To everyone's dismay, Hotch interrupted almost immediately, and they didn't manage to ask Spencer any questions. And he said it would be better if they were that curious to ask her themselves.

“Reid, I swear you don't even introduce us to that girl I'll never talk to you again” Garcia had threatened him, clearly exaggerating just to convince him.

When Spencer saw you again, he filled you in on the whole situation and asked if you were okay with hosting a unit dinner, to which you happily agreed.

"Everything looks immaculate, you don't have to worry," he assured you, taking both of your hands and leaning in to kiss you.

"But what if they don't like me?"

"What reason would they have for that, huh?" he insisted, holding your face in his hands. He really liked your lip gloss, it always tasted delicious and made your lips look flawless. 

"Because they're like mega-cool detectives and I... well, I won't even know what to tell them."

"Let them ask the questions, I assure you they will be dying to know everything about you" he smiled at you, quite confident that the evening would go perfectly. It was the first time Spencer had introduced the team to a couple, so they would behave prudently. Or at least so he hoped.

The sound of the doorbell caught your attention and you practically jumped towards the door to open it for whoever was there, but not before asking your boyfriend for the thousandth time to make sure you looked good. When you opened it, you saw a blonde woman and a bald man who, from Spencer's stories, you assumed were Penelope Garcia and Derek Morgan. They asked your name and you agreed, finishing verifying that it was the place with the presence of your friend behind you.

"Hello! We thought we had the wrong house” she sighed, completely nervous, and Morgan didn't even say hello because he had been stunned to see you.

You were very pretty, generally speaking, you were wearing a white skirt, a tight top, and a light baby pink sweater, plus huge heels that made you almost level with your boyfriend. You were like a model and it's not that he didn't trust his friend's flirting skills, but that you had simply exceeded his expectations of him.

You received them with a hug and a kiss on the cheek, while they secretly observed the place. Hotch, Rossi, Prentiss, and JJ soon arrived, in exactly that order, and when they were all assembled, they took seats at the table. Spencer helped you serve dinner, which you had ordered from your favorite restaurant, and pretty soon all of you were eating and drinking the wine that David Rossi had brought as a gift.

Although the conversation had been pleasant during the first few minutes, it was obvious that everyone wanted to ask you questions, quite surprised to see the type of girl you were and how they never imagined that their friend would fit in with someone like that.

"So since when are you guys dating?" Emily murmured, trying to be nice, but also dying of curiosity.

"What will they be now, love? About six months?” you said, reaching out to hold his hand on the table.

“Six months, fourteen days, and seventeen hours”

"He's the mathematician here, so you can listen to him" you joked and the others laughed. The courtship time somewhat dismayed the team, because, although they didn’t blame him, they wished they had known sooner.

"And how did you two meet?"

“Oh, for my dad. Spencer went to give a conference to his police officers in New York a while ago and he asked him for a private consultation on a case that had been giving everyone a headache. When he helped him figure it out, Dad was so grateful that he invited him to dinner so he could meet our family. My parents loved him so I thought of it as a sign and we kept in touch after that."

"Now I understand why he kept looking at his phone and smiling in his spare time," Morgan muttered to embarrass him, like an older brother would, and the team laughed at the memory.

"And who is your father?" Rossi asked. Reid had never mentioned what had happened, but still you seemed familiar to the man, as if he had seen you somewhere before.

“He worked for a few years as a police chief here in Virginia, but now last year he got promoted to the commissioner or something; his name is Joseph Sanders”

You probably had no idea how important that position was to police officers, but they all exchanged glances as if you had just told them that you were the daughter of the President of the United States himself. Rossi immediately snapped his fingers as he winced, telling you that of course he knew your father and that he had seen you when you were a girl of maybe ten years old. The others only weighed in on the fact that Reid was now the commissioner's son-in-law.

“Hey and, no offense, but how did you fall in love with our boy wonder? He's always been a bit shy”

Now it was your boyfriend who was worried that they might make him uncomfortable or point out the clear difference between the two of you, but your carefree giggles put him at ease every time.

"It is enough to see that face to do it, don't you think?" you responded affectionately and the girls smiled at your response.

"Actually, she called me to invite me to have coffee after dinner with her father and although at first I thought it was hopeless I realized that she liked spending time with me and that's why I kept asking her out”

“He was so sweet. Flowers, chocolates, dinners. The whole package"

“Yes, well, it's that I did a little research on the best courtship methods and found common factors like that in most of them. It was only necessary to combine it with the right environment and make some modifications to them so that they were pleasant in front of you. Did you know that in the 19th century it was well seen that men…?”

"Reid," Derek interrupted, as a signal for him to stop rambling, and his friends smiled at the doctor's soft apology.

“Half the time I don't understand what he's saying, but I love hearing him talk,” you said sincerely. He had never taken that as an offense, because, although many people didn't understand his talks about him either, at least you always paid attention to him "I honestly don't know how a person can have a brain of that size"

“In fact, brains don’t vary in size but rather in areas of development, so it is incorrect to say that one person has a bigger brain than another. In such a case, one person has a more developed brain than the other”

The group looked at him accusingly again and he was about to feel guilty, but your lips crashing a kiss on his cheek considerably improved his mood.

After many more questions, everyone was able to realize that you and Spencer couldn't be more than complete opposites. You loved everything that Reid didn't know and he knew a lot of things that didn't matter to you. There were no books in your house, if glossy magazines counted for anything, and Spencer didn't even have a modern cell phone. Your house vibrated with pink and expensive things, while he only cared that there would be a bed to sleep in when he got home. But even with everything you looked really in love and the team wondered how that was possible.

Although you tremendously admired the man's capabilities that wasn’t the most important thing to you, but his wonderful beauty of him. He was someone who drew attention with his eccentricity, that every time he walked into a room he left a mark and someone many women wished they had, which he didn't even notice. And by becoming your boyfriend, without any explicit sense of ownership or anything, he had become all yours.

You liked holding his hand in the streets, you liked that he came to work and the clients were surprised when he kissed you, that everyone said how lucky you were to have found a man like that. Besides, he had passed one of the most important tests: he had your parents' approval, which was usually not an easy thing to come by.

And right now, it seemed that you were winning the sympathy of your boyfriend's family too, because the fact of seeing him so happy by your side was reason enough for them to like you and, therefore, also approve of you.

When it was time to eat dessert, the girls invited you to go shopping with them one day and all the compliments from the men were related to your last name, even astonished that Spencer now belonged to the spheres of high police society. They told you many things about themselves and you, with some effort, tried to take it all in.

"It was a great pleasure meeting you, you can come back here any day you like," you said to say goodbye, once the night was already quite advanced and they decided that the best thing (for the comfort of both the hosts and the guests) would be to leave. 

“The pleasure was ours, Y/N”

Just like at the beginning, they kissed your cheek, and one by one they left, giving you kind words of thanks, until only you and Spencer were left.

"How was I?" you immediately asked your boyfriend, who was already looking at you out of the corner of his eye with a smile.

“Perfect”

"You think so?"

"I know it" he assured you, moving closer to you to hold you by the waist and causing your skirt to ride a little higher to the height of your butt "They loved you"

“But can you believe your friend Emily was wearing flats with that dress? It's not right and I didn't mean to be rude by mentioning it, but I died when I saw it” you started to babble, still under Spencer's grasp “And your friend Penelope has such a…quirky style. She wears colors that shouldn't mix, but somehow it looks good on her. And your boss, Aaron, shouldn't wear a suit jacket with a casual shirt. The others were relatively good, but the next time I see Jennifer I'll be sure to treat her to a moisturizer for her skin”

"And leaving that aside, did they at least make a good impression on you?" he laughed. He wasn't upset with you, it was inevitable that you would notice that kind of 'signs of bad taste' as you called them.

“Oh, they are adorable. You can tell that they love you very much, everyone speaks with admiration of you. Even your friend Derek, even though he tried to annoy you every so often."

“Yeah, I'll make him pay” he muttered under his breath, making you smile.

Carefully you reached up to reach his lips with a kiss and he sighed pathetically into your mouth as you clung to his body. Your skin was so smooth wherever he touched, as if you were a delicate piece of porcelain in his big hands.

“I hope you had a good time”

“Of course I did, sweetie. I already told you, you were perfect"

Perfect. You loved that he described you that way.

"Do you have to go home?"

"Probably. Why?"

"Oh, it's nothing. I just thought maybe we could go to my room. I bought something new that I think you'll like” you said innocently, while you held him by the tie that you had arranged so carefully at the beginning of the evening. Upon hearing this, he wasted no time and carried you in a bridal pose, taking you there while you laughed out loud.

No one questioned Spencer when he arrived later than usual the next morning, smelling of cherry shampoo and with a suspicious purplish mark, knowing that the only one to blame for that would have to be you.

taglist: @navs-bhat @reidwritings @tricia-shifting14

[officesiren101]

𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇: spencer reid x bimbo!blk! femreader

𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓: once a month, spencer goes down to this bakery to get his normal coffee and a small donut but he unknowingly sees his future coworker stuffing her face with sweets from the bakery.

warnings: food mentioned, reader is based on elle woods sorta, the fic is in 3rd person , and i can’t think of anything else

(first time doing this so enjoy!!)

Spencer goes to this bakery called maples bakery once a month when he wants to spoil himself. But the bakery is far away the bau, so he wakes up early once a month just to get his simple order.

Spencer opens his car door as he gets out of it and brushes his clothes off just to make sure he looks presentable. after that, he walks to the bakery and looks up and sees the sign “Maple’s bakery” that’s run by a sweet old lady.

Spencer opens the door and the smell of coffee and sweet treats hit his nose. he makes his way to the front as then he looks up at the menu wondering if he’s going get something new.. but he just chooses what he always gets.

“Can i get a small coffee with 3 sugar packs on the side and a apple fritter, please and thank you.” Spencer says as he gives the cashier a small smile as he then pays the amount needed. He then sits down on a bench and opens a book he’s been reading.

Spencer sat there reading until he hears heels clack around the tile floor’s as she walks with some type of excitement. As she walks past him he gets a whiff of her sugary perfume that causes him to look up for a moment. He sees her wearing pink high heels with a pink pencil skirt and a matching blazer with her kinky curls down with a small bow clip in it.

“Hii!! can i get like a espresso and 3 pack of the donuts, thank youu loveee!!” She says bubbly as she looks at the cashier as she gives the cashier a smile with her pearly whites.

She catches him looking at her as she the waves happily at him with a big cheesy grin on her face.

Spencer awkwardly chuckles a bit and gives her a small wave before going back to his book.

She goes to sit down at a table as she then opens her compact mirror and fixes her lip combo while waiting. afterwards she brushes her skirt down as she waits patiently.

Spencer’s order gets called as he puts his book back into his bag and gets his order and sits down at a table across from hers. he begans to fix his coffee to his liking.

Her order gets called as she quickly gets up and walks to the front grabbing her stuff and sitting back down not even waiting for a second to dig in. She begins to drink her expressso even though it’s hot causing her to gasp softly and say

“Ah! it burned me.” but she still drinks it happily she dips her donut in the coffee and begins to eat them.

Spencer looked up from the book he was reading from her gasp as his eyebrow raised softly as he sees her stuffing her face.

“You’Know you can get a sugar rush?” Spencer asks to her as he looks at her with small smile.

“Oh..I haven’t actually thought of that..but i need the energy it’s my first day at this new job.” She says with a slight frown as she looks at him.

“Oh? a new job well i don’t think your boss would like you to be all jittery on the first day, would they?” Spencer asks her as he chuckles a bit

“Yeah..you might be right..” She says as she then gets up and sits at the chair next to him at his table. “I’m Y/n! how about you mr.know it all” She says with a big smile on her face as she gives him his hand to shake.

“Im Spencer..that’s a new name for sure.” He says laughs as he shakes her hands as her hands are so soft like if he touched a pillow.

“Nice to meet you Spencer! you know we should hang out more.. you seem like a good influence.” She says as she has her face in her palms as she looks up at him with admiration.

“Hang out more? yeah that’ll be nice, i’ll have to find some time with my job and all.” Spencer says as he has a rosy tint on his cheeks as he smiles.

“What’s your job?” She asks as he then says “I’m with the fbi more correctly the bau unit.”

“The bau??!!! i just got hired there!! omg! omg! omg!” she says as she stands up quickly and grabs his hands which puts him shock for a bit before just letting her do whatever.

“We are going to be best agents out there!” She says with excitement in her voice.

[springtyme]

hii sage :) hru? i just found your blog the other day and saw your post about wanting spencer reid reqs/thoughts, and was wondering if you could write a blurb for girly reader who’s dating our favorite nerdy, sweater vest wearing fbi agent dr. reid ofc, hanging out in his apartment and while he’s setting up the board, intent on teaching her how to properly play chess, she surprises him by whipping out her own pink chess pieces. i’m not sure if this would be something you’re interested in writing, if not then i totally understand lol and i hope you have a good day !!

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐈𝐧 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐤 ♡

Hi, hun! I'm doing good and hope you're too. This is such a cute scenario, and I had such a good time writing this! ♡

Spencer Reid x girly!reader|| Masterlist || Spencer playlist

You love weekends, always have, always will, but after you started dating Spencer they've only become all the more special to you. This weekend you’re staying over at Spencer's and he teaches you to play chess. Part two 💕

word count: 1.7k

You are slowly pulled out of sleep, the soft mattress cradling your body as you begin to wake. You stretch your limbs, feeling the warmth of the morning sun filtering through the blinds of Spencer’s bedroom.

As you open your eyes, the room comes into focus, familiar and comforting. You take a deep breath, relishing the peaceful moment that only a Saturday morning can bring. With a contented sigh, you sit up, ready to embrace the day. You can hear the sound of Spencer moving around in the kitchen, and a smile tugs at your lips knowing that he’s already awake and starting the day. 

You love weekends, always have, always will, but after you started dating Spencer they’ve just become all the more special to you. Now you spend most weekends over at Spencer’s apartment. It’s the time when you two can finally be together without any distractions or obligations, and nothing else really compares to that.

You swing your legs over the side of the bed, the cool hardwood floor sending a shiver up your spine before slipping your feet into your spare pair of slippers that now reside next to Spencer’s bed. As you stand up and stretch once more, you can’t help but feel grateful for the peacefulness of the morning and the presence of Spencer in your life before you tiptoe out into the bathroom, washing your face and brushing your teeth before joining Spencer in the kitchen. 

The sunlight filters through the window, casting a soft glow over the room while the comforting smell of freshly brewed coffee fills the air. 

Spencer is standing in the middle of the kitchen, flannel pajama pants, mix matched socks and a cozy sweater on. He looks so pretty, he is wearing his glasses and you feel how your heart flutters by the sight. The golden morning light, lighting up his brown mop of hair creating a warm and inviting halo around his head. As he hums a tune to himself while pouring the coffee into two mugs, you can’t help but smile at how content he looks in this moment. 

You lean against the doorway, watching him with a fondness in your heart before joining him in the kitchen, your pink fluffy slippers padding across the hardwood floor, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind and resting your chin against his back.

“Morning, Spence,” you say softly, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. He jumps slightly at the unexpected embrace, but quickly relaxes into it, leaning back into your touch. 

“Good morning, love,” he replies, his voice still a bit groggy from just waking up. You press a gentle kiss to his shoulder, inhaling the scent of his shampoo mixed with the aroma of coffee. Spencer turns around to face you, a soft smile playing on his pretty lips as he gazes into your eyes. 

“You ready to play some chess?” he asks, handing you your mug of coffee. You chuckle softly, knowing how excited Spencer has been for teaching you how to play. 

“I’ll give it my best shot,” you reply, your smile widening as Spencer’s face lights up with excitement. “But I think I’ll need some breakfast first, need that brain food before I can take on the reigning chess champion.”   

Spencer laughs, a sound that warms your heart, as he leads you over to the small table set up in the corner of the kitchen. He pulls out a chair for you, and you sit down, sipping your coffee and enjoying the peaceful moment with him. As you eat your breakfast, chatting and laughing with Spencer, you can’t help but feel grateful for the simple joy of spending weekends with him. The way he looks at you with adoration, the way he makes you feel special and loved, it’s something you will never take for granted.

After breakfast, you both make your way to the living room, Spencer signaling for you to take a seat on the couch as he pulls out his board from the overstacked bookshelf.  You can’t help but smile at his enthusiasm, knowing how much he loves sharing his knowledge and skills with you.

“So, chess is all about strategy and planning your moves ahead,” Spencer explains, as he sets the chessboard down at the coffee table. “I’ll show you the basics first, and then we can play a practice game.”

You nod, eager to learn from him. “I’m ready to learn. Teach me, Dr. Reid.”

Spencer chuckles, you know that he secretly loves it when you call him doctor. “Alright, let’s start with the pawns…”

But just as Spencer begins to set up the board while starting to explain the different chess pieces, you jump up from your seat, remembering the little gift you got for yourself the other day. “Wait a minute,” you yell over your shoulder already halfway out of the living room, running into the bedroom to get the little packet out of your weekend bag. A set of 16 perfectly carved chess pieces, the same shade as blooming cherry blossoms, each one adorned with little crowns.  

As you run back into the living room and set the pieces down on the coffee table, Spencer’s eyes widen in surprise and delight. “Oh wow, those are beautiful,” he exclaims, reaching out to pick up one of the pieces and inspect it closely. “Where did you get these?” 

You settle back down on the couch next to him, crossing your legs under you, a smile playing on your lips. “I saw them at a shop I was in the other day, and I just knew I had to get them.” You grin mischievously. “I thought they might make learning more fun. Plus, who says chess can’t be girly?”

You don’t tell him why you were in the shop to begin with. His birthday is coming up in a couple of weeks, the first one after the two of you got together, and you have been wracking your brain, trying to think of a good gift for him. You had finally come up with the perfect idea. You’re going to get him a new chessboard, a real pretty one. You had found a place where you could get one handcrafted, and you had been in their shop to order it, it is going to have his initials carved on the side and a beautiful design, including handmade pieces to go with it. 

It is why you had asked him to teach you to play. You know you’ll never be as good as him, but you want to be able to spend time with him at things he enjoys. You’re so excited to give him his new set, he deserves pretty things. He really is the best boyfriend in the world, so compassionate and understanding , always patient and kind. 

He had been so insecure when you first started dating, he didn’t think that he was good enough for you, that he was too weird or too much. But oh, how wrong he was. You couldn’t imagine anyone better for you than Spencer. He had first thought that you had been joking when you had first told him how you felt about him, that a pretty girl like you wouldn’t want some nerdy guy like him. But you had shown him time and time again just how much he means to you, and slowly but surely, he had started to believe it himself. You love making him feel special, loved, and appreciated because that’s exactly what he does for you every single day.

As Spencer sets up the pink chess pieces on the board, you can see the excitement in his eyes. “You never cease to surprise me, you know?

You shrug nonchalantly, a smile tugging at your lips. “What can I say? I like keeping you on your toes,” you tease, leaning in to place a soft kiss on his cheek. Spencer’s smile widens at your gesture, a warmth spreading through his chest at the affectionate gesture, cupping your cheek as you pull away and captures your lips in a soft and tender kiss. 

“You’re amazing, you know that?” Spencer whispers, his eyes shining with adoration as he gazes at you. You feel your heart swell with love, knowing that you have found someone who truly appreciates and cherishes you for who you are. 

“I could say the same about you, Spence,” you reply, your voice filled with sincerity, before leaning in to plant another kiss on his soft lips before finally pulling away. 

Spencer’s eyes shine with love and adoration as he gazes at you, his hand reaching to cup your cheek again. “Thank you for being in my life,” he replies softly, his words carrying a depth of emotion that leaves you breathless. “I never thought I would find someone like you.”

His words resonate deep within your heart, filling you with warmth and a profound sense of happiness.

You gaze into Spencer’s eyes, feeling the depth of emotion between you both. “I love you, Spence,” you say softly, your voice filled with love and sincerity. 

Spencer’s gaze softens, his eyes shimmering with unspoken emotions. He reaches for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, a gesture that speaks volumes without the need for words. “I love you too,” he whispers, his voice filled with tenderness and sincerity.

In that moment, surrounded by the soft morning light and the comforting presence of each other, you feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude and love.

“So you’re not gonna be mad when I kick your ass in chess?” you tease, a playful grin on your face, knowing damn well that he is going to deck you.

Spencer chuckles, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes as he finishes setting up the board, your pink pieces opposing his. “Oh, it’s on,” he replies, his competitive nature coming to the surface with a cheeky smile. 

You can’t wait to show him the other thing you got yourself. A new set of lingerie waiting in your bag, a matching lacey set in the same pink shade as your new chess pieces, just waiting to be revealed to him later that night.

But for now, you’re content to just enjoy the simple joy of spending a peaceful Saturday morning with the man you love, playing chess and basking in each other’s company. 

[dullwaterlily]

🌷 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝 🌷 ~ 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘴

~ 𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘺 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @pathologicalreid

spencer reid x reader , angst , hurt/comfort

~ 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @dreamsontheirway

spencer reid x reader , angst+fluff , hurt/comfort

~ 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘶𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @actually-safer-to-kiss

spencer reid x reader , fluff , hurt/comfort

~ 𝘴𝘦𝘹 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @g1rld1ary

spencer reid x bartender!reader , fluff , first meeting

~ 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @luveline

spencer reid x hotchner!reader , fluff+angst

~ 2𝘹12 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @corrodedcoffins-blog

spencer reid x morgon!reader , fluff

~ 𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘴 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @h2des

spencer reid x autistic reader , fluff

~ 𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘤 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @pathologicalreid

spencer reid x reader , hurt/comfort , fluff , cryptic pregnancy

~ 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦? ~ 𝐛𝐲 @pathologicalreid

spencer reid x reader , angst , hurt/comfort

~ 𝘵𝘪𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘦 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @mariasont

spencer reid x bimbo!receptionist!reader , fluff

~ 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @day-dreamed

spencer reid x reader , angst+fluff

~ 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @anothermansjeans

spencer reid x youtuber!reader , fluff

~ 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘦𝘵 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @golden1u5t

spencer reid x reader , fluff

~ 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @day-dreamed

spencer reid x reader , fluff

~ 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘴 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @snixkers

spencer reid x reader , angst , no happy ending

~ 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @lis-likes-fics

spencer reid x adhd!reader , fluff

~ 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @inkdrinkerworld

post prison!spencer reid x sunshine!reader , fluff

~ 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘈𝘔 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @greywritesthings

spencer reid x reader , fluff

~ 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @sincerelybubbles

spencer reid x reader , angst

~ 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘸𝘰 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @sincerelybubbles

spencer reid x reader , angst+fluff

~ 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘴, 𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘪𝘹 𝘤𝘶𝘣𝘦𝘴 , 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘴 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @the-guilty-writer

spencer reid x autistic!daughter!reader

~ ���𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @moonstruckme

spencer reid x reader , fluff

~ 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @moonstruckme

spencer reid x reader , fluff

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spencer reid x reader , angst

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[mariasont]

TEDIUM - S.R

a/n: found this dress on pinterest and just needed to write something about it

masterlist

pairings: spencer reid x bimbo!receptionist!reader

summary: spencer is not having the best time at the FBI Gala, well, until you show up

warnings: just cuties being cute, spencer swooning, maybe suggestive if you squint, spencer asks out bimbo reader!!

wc: 1.1k

Spencer was bored, more than bored, he was tedium. The word, meaning a dullness in routine, had come to him during a lecture about the history of timekeeping, illustrating the repetitive tick of a clock which can lead to such a state.

That is what he felt like, like the monotone ticking of a clock was more consistent with a sonic boom bouncing off the walls of his brain. His hand was wrapped around a beer, not his typical drink of choice, but the stale surroundings seemed to demand a departure from his usual routine.

To anyone else, the surroundings would have been anything but stale. The air vibrated with music, elegant attire sparkled under the light, important people exchanged pleasantries, and drinks flowed like rivers. However, Spencer found himself disengaged, the usual allure of the FBI Gala eluding him, leaving him feeling oddly detached.

At his elbow, Penelope was sipping on something pink, the glass seemingly more decorative than practical. She was talking about something, something about how she wished Morgan was here and how he'd love the dress she was wearing. But Spencer's mind was elsewhere, locked on the door, his body immobilized by a sudden alertness.

The frothy concoction of pastels and ruffles you often wore were nowhere to be seen tonight. He felt as if his whole body was reprogramming itself as you descended the stairs, the green fabric of your dress seemed to flow like water, the peaks and swells of your body calling to him in a language that his rational mind struggled to ignore.

Your smile reached him before you did, the apple of your cheeks straining with a grin so effortlessly bright. You waved at him, your gold-heeled feet gliding across the floor towards him. Time seemed to slow. His fingers tightened around the beer, the chill of the condensation battling the warmth spreading across his brow. He wanted to memorize you, taking a mental screenshot that might come in handy later.

"Oh my gosh, look at the two of you!" Juggling your matching purse, you managed to slide it under your arm, freeing your hands to wrap Penelope in a hug.

Your hands then moved to Spencer, arms looping around his neck. He took a beat, his beer finding its place on the counter, before his hands settled on your waist, pulling you close. The sweet scent of coconut wafted from your hair, intoxicating him in a way that made him reluctant to let go. But he restrained himself, allowing you to be the one to draw back first.

"Makes a girl feel a little outshone." You were joking, he knew that, but he still couldn't help to reassure you.

"You look beautiful."

He caught the hint of a smile you were holding back, feeling it in the way your hand clasped his. You mumbled a thanks, so faint it was almost lost, uncharacteristic for you.

"Are you kidding? You look like a goddess. I feel like I should be asking for your autograph," Penelope gushed, her hands dramatically gesturing to you.

It was impossible for Spencer not to notice the way your hand didn't leave his, fingers laced together naturally, your thumb moving in soft strokes. His heart was failing, he was sure.

Penelope's attention was drawn to where Spencer's focus lay, eyebrows shooting up. A knowing grin pulled at her lips as she looked between you. "Oh my, I totally spaced that I was supposed to meet up with Luke! You guys will be okay without me, right? Hugs and kisses, I'll be back!"

Spencer laughed, his free hand reaching for his discarded beer, lifting it to his lips in an attempt to counter the heat coursing through him.

It didn't. Not with you so close, touching him. He was putty in your hands.

"Is it, like, super weird seeing me outside of work hours?" you asked, dropping his hand as you reached to dig inside your purse, signaling for the bartender. "It's like bumping into your dentist at a party—doesn't really happen."

As you ordered your drink, Spencer was already in motion, intercepting with his own card.

"I've got it," he insisted. "And yeah, it's a bit unusual, but a good kind of unusual."

"Thanks, Spence. Next one's on me." He definitely wasn't going to let that happen. You swivel the face him with a cherry-topped drink in hand. "I totally agree, it's the best kind of unusual. We should do it more often."

"Yeah, we should," he replied, the word floating on a shaky breath.

The opportunity was there, ripe as the cherry you were now teasing with your tongue. The question, however, refused to materialize, trapped as he watched your tongue slide over the fruit as it were second nature.

You didn't even realize what you were doing, looking up at him with a pure innocence, but somehow as if you knew he was toying with the idea of asking you out. 

The intimate bubble that had formed around you two burst suddenly when Emily called out. You turned sharply, inadvertently pressing flush against Spencer as you tried to pinpoint her voice.

Spencer's muscles tensed, his arm instinctively finding the curve of your waist in an effort to steady both himself and you. Your hand lifted in a wave, presumably to Emily, while your other hand found a place on his bicep.

"I'm pretty sure Emily wants us over there," you mentioned casually, making no move to distance yourself or approach Emily.

Spencer's response was a nod, his eyes drinking in your face—the lushness of your lashes, the specks of color in your eyes, the gentle slope of your nose, the swell of your lips—each feature distinctly yours.

"Let me take you on a date." It was as if the phrase had a life of its own, announced from a version of Spencer that even he didn't recognize.

Your mouth, glossed in pink, paused mid-motion, opening slightly. "Like an actual date-date? I'd love to go on a date with you. I've been not-so-patiently waiting for you to ask."

The thumping of his heart was loud in his ear, his cheeks tinged with pink as you looped your arm through his. "You have?"

You let out a laugh, the kind that bubbled up effortlessly and seemed to warm the pit of his stomach. He was sure the team's eyes were on the two of you, but he wasn't sure if he cared.

"Oh, totally! Probably since my first day when you had the meeting with Chief Cruz. I was like, wow he's smart and cute."

The ticking of the clock seemed irrelevant now. Spencer realized that the tedium he felt might not have been a symptom of the event but the absence of you. Now, with your arm linked in his, everything felt like it took on a new hue, brighter and thrilling, as if the clock had been reset. 

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fem plus size bimbo ta!reader, wc: 639.

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You stare at the professor in amazement, your chin resting on your palms as you watch his lithe hands grade papers with a swiftness you could never obtain.

“I like that you know stuff.” You murmur mindlessly, your eyes tracing the path of the red ink until the paper was stained with a 98%. 

“Oh yeah?” Spencer asks with a tiny smile on his face, his focus still on the tests in front of him.

If he was going to be honest, you were supposed to be helping him grade said papers, seeing as though he had chosen you to be his teacher's assistant. It wasn't that you were dumb per se, just more… prone to distraction. He was pretty sure it was his fault if the heart eyes you were giving him was anything to go by.

Usually unwanted affection would make Spencer uncomfortable, but there was just something about you that piqued his interest. 

You didn't throw yourself at him or flirt shamelessly. Of course you fawned over him and he pretended he didn't hear the soft whisper of your voice squealing about how handsome he looked in his suit combo – which was something Spencer had been kind of unsure about when he had put it on in the morning. 

“Mm-hm.” You hummed. “I think it’s cool.” Spencer could almost laugh, but he didn’t, instead his bottom lips rolled between his teeth to hold back a large smile. “I teach seminars, I kind of have to know stuff.” 

“Whatever,” You respond with a shrug. “You still know more than me.”

That stopped Spencer’s scribbling, the man’s eyes now fully settling on you. The movement was unexpected and it caused you to flinch slightly, your gaze that was once fiercely set on him fluttered in a way that signaled you were flustered.

“I’m going to have to disagree.” His voice was almost a whisper and your faces were a lean away. “Really?” You asked brainlessly, your tone almost breathless sounding. “Really. I think you’re the smartest girl I’ve ever met.” Your cheeks heat and your eyes fall on his beard that is growing darker and thicker with each passing day. Then, they trail towards his lips.

“I- I don’t know.” Your tense shoulders loosen and you pull away. “Hey, no, don’t do that.” He chides softly. Spencer leans his head down in an attempt to search for your eyes. “I swear that I’m not lying. I’ve seen some of the work you’ve done for other classes, and you are brilliant.”

“You promise?” You ask meekly. “Yeah,” He nods. “I promise.”

There was a beat, then two, then three, before Spencer found himself leaning down and gently brushing his lips against yours. 

You freeze and for a moment he fears that he may have read the situation wrong, but then you press into him, your lips finally locking. It’s not hungry or urgent, just sweet and experimental, mouths moving unsurely to try to find a pace that’s right for the both of you.

Sure this was wrong, so very wrong, but if you ask Spencer there’s a lot of things wrong about his life, and for the first time since his imprisonment, this is the only thing that actually felt right.

Your hands shyly place themselves on his stubbled cheeks, his own hands reaching up to do the same. His thumbs paw at your cheeks when he tilts his head to side slightly, his tongue brushing your bottom lip asking you for entrance.

Your mouth opens up shyly and your tongues dance together languidly, and you pull away when a small moan bounces between you.

You both are breathing heavily – quietly – all the while still holding each other.

For the first time in a long time, Spencer doesn’t know what to do, but he knows he’ll figure it out.

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Safe Place, S.R.

reid comes home exhausted from a particularly rough case— he's had to fight to stay awake, his exhaustion evident in his appearance; shoulders deflating, the bags under his eyes prominent as a result of restless nights and the long flight home.

he's weary and restless. all he wanted to do was wrap his arms around you, and sleep until tommorow comes.

he's careful, when he reaches his apartment. he drops his bags on the floor carefully, and removed his shoes, before arming the security system.

he then sees you; wrapped in a soft blanket, curled on the couch like a kitten, wearing his worn caltech sweater. you'd always snatched the clothing article after he's worn it— claiming it smelled most like him and when he has to leave for days on end, it serves as your closest substitute to the real thing.

without even thinking, he takes of most off his clothes, stripping himself down to his boxers before laying beside you, arms automatically encasing you in his warm embrace. you barely startle; moving against his side, and burying your face in his chest as if on instinct. your eyes were still closed, but you sought his warmth eagerly.

a warm feeling settles over spencer's chest, and he places a tender kiss on the side of your lips, before falling asleep himself.

[little-jana]

"Unraveling Him"

Pairing: Spencer Reid x bimbo!reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: kissing, touching, some tension, use of Y/N, reader has long hair and wears a skirt

Words: 2.4k

Summary: Bimbo!reader just loves to flirt with Spencer.

I could feel Spencer’s eyes on me, and I couldn’t help the small smirk that tugged at the corners of my lips. He was standing at his desk, his brows furrowed as he read through the case files—his usual ‘deep thinker’ mode. It was kind of cute, honestly. But then again, everything Spencer did was cute. In my opinion, he was just too cute. And I loved teasing him.

I adjusted my pencil skirt and fluffed my hair, catching his eye for a moment. My smile was wide, my eyes twinkling with mischief, and I could practically feel him getting flustered. It wasn’t hard. He was so easy to tease, always so polite, always so reserved. And it only made me want to do it more.

“Spencer,” I called, trying to sound casual as I crossed the bullpen. “You’re awfully quiet today.”

He blinked and looked up from his files, his eyes widening a bit when they landed on me. His lips parted slightly, and I could swear I saw a flash of something in his eyes—something… more. Maybe I wasn’t the only one feeling the heat between us.

“Just, uh, working through the case,” he replied, his voice a little raspy, like he hadn’t expected me to show up so close. He cleared his throat and straightened, running a hand through his hair. “What’s up?”

I walked closer, stopping just a little too near for normal office conversation. I could feel the tension between us immediately. The air was charged, crackling with something neither of us had addressed yet.

“You seem tense,” I said with a playful glint in my eyes. “Have you been working too hard?”

Spencer shifted uncomfortably, his eyes flicking over me. He cleared his throat again. “I’m fine, Y/N. Just… focusing.”

I laughed lightly, throwing my head back in a way I knew would draw his attention to the movement of my chest. “Oh, I’m sure you are, but maybe you need a little break?” I slid my hand onto the back of his chair, leaning forward just enough to invade his personal space. “Maybe I could help you relax?”

He shifted again, biting his lower lip as though he were fighting an internal battle. His voice was quieter now, like he didn’t want anyone to overhear. “I—uh, really should get this case done…” He trailed off, his eyes flicking from my face to my body before returning to my eyes.

I wasn’t about to let him off the hook that easily. I knew he liked me. It was obvious in the way he looked at me when he thought no one was paying attention. So, I pressed a little more. “Spencer, you work so hard,” I said, my tone teasing, almost innocent, but dripping with something else. “You deserve to take a break. Or maybe… maybe you just need some company to unwind?” I leaned closer, my lips only inches from his ear, and whispered, “I could give you some… personal attention, if you want.”

His eyes widened, and I could see the struggle on his face. Spencer Reid was usually the type of guy who liked to keep things professional. I knew it. But damn, did he look good when he was flustered.

“I-I don’t think that’s—uh, we should…” He stammered, a rare vulnerability in his voice.

I smiled, loving how easily I could make him flustered. His discomfort was almost as sweet as the way he looked at me when he thought I wasn’t paying attention.

“Oh, Spencer,” I said softly, resting my hand on his shoulder, letting my touch linger a little longer than necessary. “You don’t have to pretend like you don’t want it.”

He turned his head toward me, his lips just barely brushing against mine as he glanced away. It was like the tension between us was palpable now, thick and suffocating. He wanted me—I knew he did—but he wasn’t sure how to handle it. He wasn’t used to this kind of attention.

“You don’t have to tease me, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice lower than before, his eyes finally locking onto mine. “I’m not… I’m not sure how to react.”

I took a step back, feigning innocence despite the sultry energy that lingered in the air. “I’m just having a little fun, Spencer. Can’t I have some fun?” I tilted my head, my hair spilling over my shoulder. “Or are you telling me that you don’t want me to tease you?”

His eyes flickered with indecision for a moment, his hand gripping the edge of his desk as though it were the only thing holding him back from crossing that line we had danced around for weeks. His lips pressed together, a hint of tension in his jaw. “I don’t…” He swallowed, and it was almost as if the words were stuck in his throat.

But I could see it now. He wanted this. He might be fighting it, but he wanted it. And that was all the encouragement I needed.

“Well, I think you do want it, Spencer,” I said with a coy smile. “You’ve been looking at me like that for days. It’s cute, really.”

His face flushed a little, and he leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. “I—uh, maybe I do,” he confessed quietly. “I just don’t know how to handle it, Y/N.”

I leaned closer again, placing my hand on his arm. My fingers traced the sleeve of his shirt, the light touch sending a shiver through me as well. “I don’t bite, Spencer,” I said softly. “Not unless you ask me to.”

His breath hitched at my words, and for a second, I saw something dangerous flash in his eyes. There was that moment of hesitation, that pause between us where neither of us could move, trapped in the tension we had created. His hand was still on the desk, but now it was clenched into a fist, his knuckles white.

And then, as if something snapped between us, he stood up suddenly, moving around the desk. His gaze was intent on me now, and the distance between us vanished. Before I could say anything, his hand gripped my wrist, pulling me gently but firmly toward him. My breath caught in my throat.

“I’ve been trying to keep my distance,” he muttered, his voice rougher than before. “But it’s hard when you do this to me.”

I looked up at him, heart pounding in my chest. “Spencer, what are you—”

Before I could finish my sentence, his lips were on mine. The kiss was urgent, full of the desire that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long. His hands were on my back, pulling me closer to him as the world outside of us seemed to disappear.

I wasn’t sure who deepened the kiss first—maybe it was me, or maybe it was him—but either way, we couldn’t stop. The kiss was a release, like the tension had finally broken. I could feel the heat of his body, the way his chest pressed against mine. His hand tangled in my hair, tugging me closer.

When we finally pulled away, both of us breathless, I smiled softly. “See? Was that so bad?”

Spencer’s chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath. He looked down at me, his eyes dark with desire, but there was something else there too—relief. Like he had been holding back for too long, and now that he didn’t have to anymore, it was all he could do to keep his hands from wandering.

“You have no idea what you’ve done to me, Y/N,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

I grinned up at him, feeling a rush of excitement and satisfaction. “I think I’ve got a pretty good idea, Spencer.”

He chuckled softly, but his gaze remained intense. “You might have just broken me.”

I giggled, pressing my fingers to his lips to silence him. "No, you’re perfect."

[h0ttestgrlinm0urgu3]

it's the new year so prepare to be sick of me.

🎀🎀🎀

This also means I'm officially taking requests

(closed for now)

I have some things in the works

but the time for requests is now☆

what I write

only fem reader

sub reader x character dom reader x character

character x reader x character

~they don't just have to be characters

I like a lot of bimbo and brat stuff you can ask 4 that

🎀

kinks: daddy, mommy, praise, degrading, consensual somno, overstim, voyeurism & or pegging

~not limited to just throwing some out there

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some people you can request (you can still request if they’re not on here)

: Chris evans / steve rodgers, Jacob elordi, Henry cavill /Clark Kent, Dominic fike, Manny Montana / Rio, Jensen ackels, Jacob black, han lue (fast and furious), Sam winchester, Aaron taylor Johnson / Dave lizewski/ tangerine, tasm! Peter parker, Penn Badgley/ Joe goldberg, Spencer reid, Aaron hotchner

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have fun and don't be afraid to add anything to your request

[ddejavvu]

m.list - spencer reid (cont.)

masterlist #1

doctor!spencer | 2 | 3 | 4

sub!stepbro!spencer | 2

you and spencer have matching bracelets

spencer + enemies to lovers

professor!spencer

spencer x librarian!reader

spencer + best friends to lovers

doing an escape room with spencer

spencer sees your nipple piercings

you back out of sex with spencer

you ramble to spencer

you play with spencer's hair

spencer takes you on a first date

spencer wants to stay in with you

spencer sees you in a corset

your home life with spencer

spencer x bimbo!reader | 2

superhero!spencer x reader

spencer kisses you in the field

roommate!spencer x reader

spencer's bad at bowling

personal trainer!spencer

spencer spoiling you

museum date with spencer

getting high with college!spencer

you protect spencer from a bump to the head

spencer + enemies to lovers

spencer writes you poems

fuckboy!spencer

unit chief!spencer letting you sleep in his office

stalker!reid | 2

spencer takes you on a rainy day picnic

you and spencer fake date

spencer + spanking + dacryphilia

you meet spencer's mom

dancing with spencer at your wedding

watching a foreign film with spencer

you handcuff yourself to spencer's bed

you tease spencer on a long drive

spencer makes you wear his tie

dog hybrid!spencer

spencer's a terrible cook

you and spencer have a food fight

spencer's happy to indulge your oral fixation

spencer + overstimulation

perv!roommate!spencer

sugar daddy!spencer

spencer + casual dominance

ghostface!unsub!reid

bath sex with reid

you move in with spencer

spencer likes calling you his wife

transfem!spencer

spencer + soulmate au

spencer has flowers delivered to your work

your first christmas with spencer as parents

spencer doubts his bedroom abilities

dbf!spencer | 2

spencer's touch starved / you're touch starved

derek recognizes camgirl!reader when spencer introduces her as his girlfriend

spencer keeps an eye out for your health

spencer helps you stop biting your cuticles

spencer drunk rambles about you

you accidentally scratch spencer's face

you're an old friend of spencer's

spencer can't focus around you

your first 'i love you' with spencer

spencer's a stay at home dad

spencer helps you stop scratching yourself

you're an artist and spencer's your muse

playing strip poker with spencer

spencer can't pick up what you're putting down

you get 'stuck' and roommate!spencer helps you

spencer + body worship

spencer's bad at complimenting you

spencer's tired of his coworkers' teasing

you gift spencer a boudoir shoot for his birthday

you laugh at spencer's jokes

spencer observes your unorthodox method of studying

spencer stumbles over asking you out

you and spencer find out you're having twins

you kiss spencer on the cheek

spencer catches you when you faint

spiderman!spencer

spencer x fairy!reader

spencer's too rough and you feel it in the morning

spencer tries out pet names on you