Spencer Reid who loves to cuddle up on his couch and read out loud to you. A candle lit on the coffee table. Record player softly playing in the background.
Spencer Reid who steals your sweaters sometimes. It’s not his fault that you wear oversized cardigans that he can fit.
Spencer Reid who adopts a kitten with you. He brought it home from a case, the kitty basically is your child now.
Spencer Reid who loves when you bring him to a cafe, book store, small business, that he’s never seen before.
Spencer Reid who introduced you to his mother reluctantly, luckily she was having a good day and adored you. His mom told him to marry you before she dies, very casually.
Spencer Reid who finds little home made gifts and letters from you randomly and absolutely loves them, he keeps all the little letters in a box under his side of bed.
Spencer Reid who has a movie marathons with you and builds a fort. You bought tons of snacks and juice.
Spencer Reid who loves your simple relationship.
* .♡ *:･ﾟ✧ ⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆
Kinda proofread.
I was listening to chamber of reflection while writing🤞
request: Hello! It’s me again. :) I have a concept but I’m unsure about a plot, if that’s okay. Could you maybe write a Spencer x Fem!Quiet reader who likes to draw? And Spencer always sees her doodling on her papers while she’s bored like flowers and eyes and stuff? And sometimes she draws the team while they’re working but one day Spencer sees her drawing him and he confronts her very politely and she’s all flustered and blushing? I don’t know if it’s something you’re comfortable with, I just like to draw and if I worked with the FBI that would definitely be something I would do if I was bored. 😄🫶🏻 Thanks a ton!!! I love your writing.
a/n: i love spencer sm. i rly hope this is what you were looking for! thanks for the request :)
It had all started with some fun doodling; a couple of fun little drawings here and there when things were slow or during long flights. It hadn't been anything serious. Then, you attempted drawing landscapes; mountains, buildings, anything. Not just silly doodles.
Drawing helped you pass time, you enjoyed it and, if you said so yourself, you were quite good at it. Drawing people had always scared you, you weren't sure if you could get it right so you started with strangers, people on the bus or tram, in long queues, at cafes.
A bright and fluttering screen was the only light source in his room, Leviathan like a moth to a blinding flame, regardless of how cold the floor was beneath his blanket. Characters ran around as dialogue flickered on the screen, he smashed more buttons, his fingers working autonomously. Pixels crashing, sputtering out and fizzling with orange sparks as he let out a sigh. Lingering on the screen was his very first save file with you.
One from eleven years ago. Time with you had passed like a flash of light. He remembered your fingers softly touching with his as you slashed monsters, or reached finish lines, accomplishing small goals. Your smirk as you occasionally beat him, eyes glinting in victory, fists raised, both your chuckles echoing in the air. Game after game, year after year, lines were forming.
Around your eyes, your skin became tighter, as if it was holding on for dear life. Even as you aged, he still appreciated your beauty, caressing your face as you slept. That happened more now, falling asleep on his lap, struggling to stay awake from the pain creeping around your body from concerts. He knew from Belphie's rage at Lilith's human and the exchange program, that you were frail. It still hit him like a truck that this would actually happen.
Blue jellyfish had a faint yellow glow, soft turquoise and blues reflected from his ceiling, as you laid in his bathtub weeks later. A polyester graphic sweater held onto you, only centimeters of space as you snuggled into the crook of his neck. A cyan coral reef with its rocks, neon fish swimming in the tiny castles. The corners of your mouth turned up as you took one last breath, your bodies tangled together.
It took him a few moments to process what just happened. The filtered hues colored your face, as he cradled it, tears forming at the corners of his eyelids. Manga lay astray on his desk, as he spoke in hushed tones. "A-Are you there?" He saw the way your fingers, cold to the touch, held onto his, like a final blessing.
Your peaceful passing, karma from the time you spent together, his care as you grew old, clutching your back, as he heard your shaky breaths. Thoughtful gifts left by your room, pink and purple pillows with custom pillowcases. Handmade cardigans for the winter. A warm blanket covered you as his tears were the only noise in the room.
༉‧´ˎ˗ paring; spencer reid x gn!reader ༉‧´ˎ˗ summary; spencer just looks too irresistible in those damned short-shorts. ༉‧´ˎ˗content warnings; horrific ‘banter’ (reader is just a tease), sub!spencer, handjob, not proofread. ༉‧´ˎ˗wc; 0.8k
“What!” Spencer practically squeaks, spinning back around to look at himself in the full length mirror.
“Nothing’s wrong with it.. you just look like a dork.” You laugh again, using your elbows to sit yourself up against your pillow. “Where’d you go to get that outfit anyway?”
There are many ways to cause problems and tension, within the clan and between Navi themselves. One way would be insult someone of the clan and thinking their family and friends, will not do anything about it. Once that insult had come out of their mouths there was no, taking back what had been spoken.
I hate the Spencer Reid fics that are like “he picked you up bridal style” like honey with these rolls, stretch marks, and muscles?? Ima be carrying that scrawny mf with a cool hairstyle around all fuckin day 😭
Nobody knew Spencer had a wife. But they found out. Nobody knew she was pregnant, not until she walks into the BAU sporting a sizeable bump.
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Season 4 Reid
Nobody on the team knew that Spencer Reid had a wife. Spencer Reid, the youngest member of the team, the resident genuis. He had a wife. And nobody knew. (Well, JJ knew, but she wasn't about to spill his secrets).
augh just thinking about virgin!konig.. he just cant keep his hands to himself !!! whenever you get out of the shower he always wants to dry you off.. of course he only really wants to feel you..
whoever said its harder to go without pussy only after having it was a liar. könig’s dick hasn’t been soft since he met you, and he’ll find any excuse to feel your soft body against his. his desperation for you really should be more embarrassing, but any sane man in his position would feel the same, being in such close proximity to someone as gorgeous as you.
he’s came into his calloused fist countless times, recalling how warm and pliant you are under his fingertips. he just knows you’re warmer and softer inside, and he’d do anything for a chance to feel it!! he finds himself replaying memories of him groping your damp body through your towel, to your boobs pressed against his firm chest in an innocent hug, down to just your fingertips grazing sweetly along his rough hand, while he gets himself off. he always comes so quickly with you on his mind, frustrated that you’re not the one he’s beating his dick sore into.
he asks to give you a massage one day, and just the feeling of the muscles and doughy skin of your back is enough to push him over the edge. that, paired with your quiet moans of content and sporadic praise — he’s achingly hard and breathless, oozing pearly droplets of precum into his pants. he convinces himself you have to be teasing him, because otherwise he’ll feel guilty about having such intense lust for you. just take pity on him and let him hump into your pudgy thighs, he’ll be quick, he promises!!
Warnings: Not many, some mentions of killing, but nothing graphic. Kind of fluffy
Type: HC’s
Request: N/A
Word Count: N/A
Prompt: Some HC’s as to how the muses would give the reader the princess treatment.
Notes: I don’t know where I was going with this, but this is mainly fluff, maybe sometime I’ll spice it up. I just had to get my writing juice brewing. Not proofread at all just go.
Jason Voorhees: Honestly, would treat you like a princess regardless. Will pick flowers for you when he’s outside. Always lets you borrow his flannels. Always walks in front of you to make sure there’s no danger, but looks back constantly to make sure there’s no danger behind you?? lmao. You won’t ever have to lift a finger when you’re with him. Literally at your beck and call. Will try his best not to kill in front of you, but sometimes it just ?? happens lol. Tries to be soft when touching you because you’re literally the most perfect thing that has ever crossed his path.
Michael Myers: Is your literal bodyguard. Will follow you anywhere and everywhere, you might as well call him your shadow. Lets you hug him and climb onto his lap whenever. Won’t hug you back yet, working on it. Nobody comes near you, no exceptions. Sorry. Stares at you most of the time. Can’t say it, but you’re literally flawless to him. Will use his body as a shield for you. Would kill anything for you. Eventually learns to put his palm against your cheek and that’s his second greatest accomplishment, the first being bagging you, literally and figuratively.
Tiffany Valentine: You won’t ever have to worry about a thing when you’re with her. Always gets her hands dirty for you. Lots of cheek and neck kisses. Praises your looks all the time. She will always brag about you whether it’s what you do, how you look, anything and everything. She would always make sure you have the latest clothes. She’d make sure you always had your staple make up pieces available. When it comes to killing, she’d get creative, that way you guys will never have literal blood on your hands, especially you, never you.
Billy Loomis: Lots of nicknames. Kinda only has a soft spot for you. Can never ever tell you no and stick to it. Won’t hesitate to kill anyone who makes fun of him for this. Drives you everywhere. Ties your shoes. Always makes time for you. Will help you pick out your outfits and tell you which one he likes and which one he doesn’t. Will wear the bracelets you make him. Anything in his closet is yours, help yourself. Always touching you, holding your hand, holding your waist, you’ve infatuated him enough to have him carelessly cover you in soft kisses, laying his head on your shoulder. Kinda creative with dates tbh.
yeah, you might want me to drop dead (but i don't even care)
summary: Atsumu x F!Reader. atsumu would categorize your relationship like this: he thinks you're hot when you're angry. you would categorize your relationship with atsumu like this: he had woken up one day and decided to drive you out of your fucking mind insane.
word count: 2k
cw: miya atsumu's degradation kink (it's still sfw he's just not subtle), suggestive at the end
a/n: another resurrected fic from the drafts. walk him like a dog, bitch, walk him like a dog
Miya Atsumu was a player known for his thirst for blood. Like his brother, who termed the all-consuming need to dominate their opponent hunger, he relished in complete fucking annihilation. He was hardly soft off the court, too: few of his peers could withstand his cutting humor, his teammates couldn’t understand how he hadn’t scared off his fan club, and he had crushed a few hearts beneath his heel in his time.
He’d met his match in the natural enemy of heartbreakers: his university’s resident maneater.
Boyfriend! Gaz was something new to you. His aura was something different, he was a breath of fresh air amongst the toxic gas that poisoned the many.
He loved and cared for you in a way that many couldn't — Boyfriend! Gaz was for you and you were for him.
Boyfriend! Gaz was a gentleman, he took his time with you and tended to you in every way, He's a patient man, and for you time was of no essence.Even when you make it hard.
So, what if after MC goes back to the Human Realm, they are happy to be back, to see their family and old friends. But then the homesickness sets in.
They miss having Asmo to do self-care with, Belphie to nap with, Satan to study with, Mammon to hang out with, Lucifer to have a break with, Beel to try new snacks with, Levi to recommend new anime and games and to watch and play them with.
They sometimes forget that things that exist in the Devildom don't really exist there. They look for foods that people don't know exist, and they wonder why they aren't seeing this video trend that they really like, or why they aren't able to find a book series that's only available in the Devildom.
They start getting into little fights with the people that they live with. They cooked way too much food, how are they going to store all this, let alone eat it?! What even is this food?! Why are you suddenly talking about hell like it's a real place?!
And this only makes their homesickness worse, because, the brothers would appreciate the food. The brothers like this dish. The brothers appreciate my little factoids about the Devildom even if they already know it.
They find themselves wishing so badly to go back to hell. But, they never say it out loud.
Until one day when they get so frustrated they're essentially unwillingly bawling their eyes out because of it, and they just yell,
"I just wish I could go back to hell!"
And poof. They're back in hell, still bawling their eyes out.
But the brothers know. Like, they know immediately. They're immediately by their side, comforting them.
I would dieeee for some more of Spencer and bombshell after her getting injured😭 him taking such good care of her, the BEST doctors, researching every single option😭 reassuring her rhats shes just as pretty😭
—Spencer looks after you while you recover from a brutal injury. fem!reader, 1.1k
Spencer thinks it’s one of the team's more gruesome injuries. Hotch has been stabbed to mince meat and Emily half-killed, Elle got shot, and he’s had his fair share of violence, too, but he can’t imagine the horror of being hit in the face with a hammer. The pain so close to your eyes, your teeth, your brain, the fear and the sudden crack. He feels sick whenever he remembers the sound, and he was sick the first time he dreamt about the way you cried as it happened. Your strange yelp, the immediate drop to the floor.
Spencer never hit somebody as hard as he did that UnSub. His gun whipped out possessed across the UnSub’s face, and then drove forward into their nose with a stomach turning crunch.
They’re in custody, and you’re in bed recovering with some of the best doctors in the world. Spencer thinks you both won this round, even if it doesn’t feel like a win right now.
You cling to his chest as though worried he’s going to move out of reach, sobbing. You’re careful not to touch your face or his chest, the soreness too much, but the rest of you is clinging to him. You don’t have to worry, he’s not going anywhere.
“Please, it’s okay,” he says, the tip of his nose to your forehead. “You can have another dose in twenty minutes. Just twenty minutes.”
He supposes the pain reminds you of the full extent of the injury, your jaw fractured in two places, your gum traumatised, your face more bruise than anything else. You hate your appearance being out of your control, it’s making you panic —he can feel you shaking.
He’d sat down with your drink to find you already crying, he couldn’t have been gone for ten minutes, but it was long enough for you to fall deep into the throes of hysteria. You’d grappled for him as he sat down to hug you, your face hidden ever since, and now the shakes have started. He’s hopeless.
But Spencer’s willing to do anything to make it better. “Can you tell me what’s upsetting you? Please?” he asks.
“It’s–” Harder sobbing, your tears dripping down from your chin to wet the thigh of his pants.
a/n: i need this man on an astronomical level actually
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pairings: spencer reid x receptionist!bimbo!reader
summary: spencer meets the new receptionist for chief cruz
warnings: fluff
wc: 0.8k
The click-clack of your polished nails on the keys mingled with the sharp pops of bubblegum as you focused on lining up Chief Cruz's appointments in the system. Taking a pause, you pulled out your notebook encased in pink frills from your drawer, and delicately turned its pages to reveal the week's agenda.
husb!oikawa who helps you do the taxes and puts his glasses on and brings a calculator only for him to get bored after 20 minutes and whines when you don't give him attention
husb!oikawa who is your plus one to any events your office is doing and your female coworkers gawking over him only for him to show off his ring before wrapping an arm around your waist, swiftly saying "i'm taken, ladies" with a smug smirk
husb!oikawa who panics and screams whenever he thinks he lost his wedding ring bc he can't wear it in games!
husb!oikawa who ties the ring to a necklace so he can wear it during games, he'll also give the ring a kiss before any serve
husb!oikawa who watches horror movies w you, expecting for you to hide your face in his chest from the jumpscares and he can act all tough and cool by protecting you from said jumpscares— only for him to be the one hiding in the crook of your neck when watching them
husb!oikawa who picks you up from the bar that you and your coworkers went to bc he doesn't trust anyone on returning you home when you're drunk as a sailor
husb!oikawa who makes hangover seaweed soup along with some hot chocolate when you wake up all lightheaded bc of the drinks you had and nags you for drinking too much
husb!oikawa who will reserve you a VIP seat for his games and will shamelessly kiss you in front of the whole crowd, he could also shamelessly make out w you too but that would earn him a smack
husb!oikawa who gets upset when you can't go with him to his overseas games because of your work, muttering a "you can be a housewife instead, yknow!! I'll be the source of income!!" which he got smacked for because you didn't work your ass for a degree just to be a housewife
husb!oikawa who'd act all tough and nonchalant when both of you have a fight and he's lying on the couch with crossed arms but in reality he's thinking about the fight and he hates getting into arguements with you
husb!oikawa who will beg you to listen to his explanation bc he doesn't wanna go to sleep with you being mad at him
husb!oikawa who just grins and wiggles his eyebrows at you whenever your parents start asking for grandchildren when you both come over to visit
husb!oikawa who will not show up to work if you're sick and will take care of you
husb!oikawa who whines when his mother and his older sister treats you like their own family to the point they forget about him (he's actually happy that the important women in his life get along)
husb!oikawa who has an ID photo of you in his wallet and has a polaroid of both of you on your wedding day in his clear phone case
husb!oikawa who comments on ALL your instagram posts and shares it on his story. he will also reply to every men in the comments section that dares to flirt with you
husb!oikawa who always has a hand on one of your boobs when he's sleeping because he says it's comfy! (he just wants to feel something soft)
husb!oikawa who spoils you rotten and sends bouquets to your office on a weekly basis
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