Spencer Reid's girlfriend • Mars Argo • Dianna Agron's wife • Angels ♡ my swag • Directed by Sofia Coppola • Written by Clairo • Lana Del Rey • Ethel Cain • Sabrina Carpenter • Baby pink • Glitter in my veins • literally Summer Roberts♡ •
In which.. Spencer tells you facts while you kiss. Smarty.
Spencer Reid x fem!reader
ⓘContent warnings: suggestive end (no explicit smut), making out, glasses!reid, usage of "baby & smarty" as pet names ! Whimpering Spencer agenda.
Note𝜗ৎ cute blurb because I need inspo :( send me requests for Spencer guys
"A typical 'kiss' can transfer 80 million forms of bacteria,"
"Is that so?" You mumbled through gritted teeth.
"Yes, and over 700 different bacterial strains can be exchanged, even probiotic transfers, like yogurt an—" You cut him off with a giggle and pulled away from his lips.
"Yogurt?" You scoffed, pressing a kiss to his neck before looking up at his now very fogged glasses. "How would you know that, hm?" You teased lips back onto his neck. You knew Spencer would 'just know', but you loved to hear him try to spit it out while you were— well, preoccupied.
"For research, scientists asked one partner to consume a probiotic yogurt drink containing specific identifiable bacteria—" He whimpered then sighed, clearing his throat. "such as Lactobacillus and Bifidobacterium before kissing, which allowed them to track the transfer of these microorganisms." You hummed in agreement, satisfied with his answer. You kissed his cheek then his lately neglected lips.
"So smart, baby." You cooed at his state, both cheeks and ears flushed pink. Spencer was a smart boy, and everyone knew that, so seeing him so flustered after you called him smart even though it's a daily occurrence made you laugh a bit, and try to push your limits.
"These glasses suit you, y'know?" You mumbled against his ear, tracing your fingers around the frame of the glasses. "Do they?" He questioned you, doubt clear in his voice.
"Mhm, they make you look so pretty Spence," You paused. "and smart." His breath hitched, fingers curling into the hem of your shirt tight.
"Due to historical links with scholarly pursuits, media portrayals of academic characters wearing them, and a cognitive shortcut where the "smart" look triggers assumptions of smarts, seriousness, and competence." He told you, thumbs now tracing the curve of your hip.
"Smarty," You whispered just loud enough so he could hear you, and the effect was well— evident from where you were sat.
ⓘContent warnings +tags⋅˚₊‧ re2/rookie!Leon, ooc leon probably (especially for re4 & re9), kisses !!, not proof read ☹️
Note𝜗ৎ awweee rookie leon :) !!! i'm so sorry if this sucks i haven't written anything in ages, and barely made a dent in re2 before writing this :(
— bf!Leon Kennedy who is the sweetest boyfriend ever, and would do anything if it helped you in the slightest. If you needed a ride? He's already in his car. You're tired? He runs you a bubble bath and lays out your pyjamas, without a second thought.
— bf!Leon Kennedy who doesn't believe that money can buy love, but will still go out of his way to spend his very little rookie cop paycheck on a pretty necklace, because "pretty girls deserve pretty things."
— bf!Leon Kennedy who can't help but try to assist you with everything.
"Do you need help with that?"
"No thank you, Leon." You turned him down politely for at least the fifth time that evening.
"Okay," He padded past your kitchen island, dragging and pushing his heels into the hardwood floor.
"Leon," You hummed teasingly.
"Yes?" He tilted his head like a puppy.
"You're hovering," You paused to look your boyfriend —who was far too helpful for his own good— in the eye. "again."
"Just trying to help," He muttered underneath his breath.
— bf!Leon Kennedy who adores kisses. He loves to press small pecks to your cheek and nose when you're lying in bed half asleep, and loves just as much when you do the same to him. Leon loves to kiss your hands after he does something gentlemanly, for the sole purpose of making you giggle and kiss him properly on his lips.
— bf!Leon Kennedy who is giddy to do anything with you. If you want to go on a date, he's over the moon, if you want to stay in for the night, he pampers you all evening without any complaint♡
ⓘContent warnings +tags⋅˚₊‧ re2/rookie!Leon, ooc leon probably (especially for re4 & re9), kisses !!, not proof read ☹️
Note𝜗ৎ awweee rookie leon :) !!! i'm so sorry if this sucks i haven't written anything in ages, and barely made a dent in re2 before writing this :(
— bf!Leon Kennedy who is the sweetest boyfriend ever, and would do anything if it helped you in the slightest. If you needed a ride? He's already in his car. You're tired? He runs you a bubble bath and lays out your pyjamas, without a second thought.
— bf!Leon Kennedy who doesn't believe that money can buy love, but will still go out of his way to spend his very little rookie cop paycheck on a pretty necklace, because "pretty girls deserve pretty things."
— bf!Leon Kennedy who can't help but try to assist you with everything.
"Do you need help with that?"
"No thank you, Leon." You turned him down politely for at least the fifth time that evening.
"Okay," He padded past your kitchen island, dragging and pushing his heels into the hardwood floor.
"Leon," You hummed teasingly.
"Yes?" He tilted his head like a puppy.
"You're hovering," You paused to look your boyfriend —who was far too helpful for his own good— in the eye. "again."
"Just trying to help," He muttered underneath his breath.
— bf!Leon Kennedy who adores kisses. He loves to press small pecks to your cheek and nose when you're lying in bed half asleep, and loves just as much when you do the same to him. Leon loves to kiss your hands after he does something gentlemanly, for the sole purpose of making you giggle and kiss him properly on his lips.
— bf!Leon Kennedy who is giddy to do anything with you. If you want to go on a date, he's over the moon, if you want to stay in for the night, he pampers you all evening without any complaint♡
5 ways Spencer Reid hints at his feelings pt. 2♡ !!
Spencer Reid x fem!Reader
ⓘContent warnings + tags⋅˚₊‧ pt 1 is not super important to story (but recomended to read !!), very fluffy, blurb-ish, s1/2 Spencer in mind, Elle mentioned♡, kisses !!! Not proof read.
Divider❀ @♡cursed-carmine
Note𝜗ৎ title from Beatles song 😚 part 2 has been collecting dust in my drafts but here it finally is♡
"Pretty boy has a crush!"
"I don't!" Spencer felt his face burn red as he shuffled to give the appearance that he was doing paperwork.
Derek scoffed but before he could speak up, your voice cut through the room.
"Good morning," You spoke, dropping your bag flat on your desk, feeling the eyes of coworkers scan you from top to bottom.
"What?" You urged, both Spencer and Derek avoiding your eyes.
"Oh, nothing," Derek sighed. "Y'know she is pretty, Reid."
"Who?" You blurted out before you could think.
"Morgan," Spencer groaned, eliciting a chuckle from the other man.
"It's nobody," He mumbled.
"Nobody," Morgan made a show of throwing his head back against the office chair as he laughed.
"C'mon, Spencer, it can't be that bad," Your words poured out of your mouth in a tone that could have been a tease, but even if it was Spencer loved; much more than Derek's antics anyway.
Spencer's mouth went dry as he stayed silent, watching your expression change into something more sly.
"It's Elle isn't it!" You said like it was already decided.
"No!" Spencer exclaimed.
"JJ then," You countered.
"It's not JJ,"
"So there is an 'it'!"
"Yes," Spencer admitted, almost shamefully. "But," He paused. "She's not JJ, or Elle,"
"Really?"
"Really,"
"Well, then who is it?" You pressed obliviously.
"It's sort of a—" Spencer muttered something incoherent before clearing his throat (in an attempt to drawl out the conversation), and opening his mouth to speak again. "It's sort of a secret."
"A secret? Oh come on, Spence." You slumped in annoyance, when the idea so dumb that it was smart, hit your head.
"If you tell me yours I'll tell you mine,"
"You have– yours?" The words got caught in his throat, as you hummed an agreement. Sure, he knew it wasn't uncommon for people to like a coworker (he sure wasn't a stranger), but a sense of jealousy spiked in the pit of his stomach; uncomfortably so.
"Mhm," You hummed. "On one condition," You spoke up again.
"Yes?"
"Derek has to go." You gestured to the man, who was then pretending to file through paperwork as if he wasn't eavesdropping on your whole conversation; if he wasn't butting in.
"Okay," Spencer cleared his throat. "Derek, can we have a minute, please?" Derek huffed a laugh as Spencer awkwardly pushed his palms into his pants.
"Spencer?" You whispered before Derek could speak. "I was thinking we could go somewhere," You paused. "Private." You looked at him sincerely, watching his face go through the emotions of shock, confusion, then acceptance, as he nodded; not trusting his own voice.
"Good luck, pretty boy,"
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The closest door clicked behind you as it shut. When you said 'somewhere private,' Spence imagined an office or maybe even the parking lot, definitely not an old file closet.
"Hi," You uttered under your breath; breath that Spencer could practically feel on his neck from how close you were.
"Hi," His voice came out cracked and a higher pitch than he would have liked, but all you did was hush him with a soft laugh.
"So, are you going to tell me your secret?" You murmured.
Spencer waited just a moment before he spoke, just to see if the entire team was hiding somewhere just to trick him or if you had anything other than honesty in your voice.
"Ilikeyoualotandiwaswonderingifyouwouldmaybewanttogoonadatewithme?" He kept his eyes glued to the floor as you let a smile fall across your face. You stayed silent for awhile too long, which was evident as Spencer had doubt written all over his face before you leaned forward to press a kiss to his lips. Spencer tried to keep his arms stiff by his sides but he just couldn't help but lay his hand across your waist when you were just so close.
The kiss was short and somewhat awkward, which seemed favorable considering the conditions you were in. "Spence?" You spoke against his mouth.
"Mmm?" He hummed a reply.
"I would love to go out with you sometime," You paused with a smile. "And I like you, a lot, too."
5 ways Spencer Reid hints at his feelings pt. 2♡ !!
Spencer Reid x fem!Reader
ⓘContent warnings + tags⋅˚₊‧ pt 1 is not super important to story (but recomended to read !!), very fluffy, blurb-ish, s1/2 Spencer in mind, Elle mentioned♡, kisses !!! Not proof read.
Divider❀ @♡cursed-carmine
Note𝜗ৎ title from Beatles song 😚 part 2 has been collecting dust in my drafts but here it finally is♡
"Pretty boy has a crush!"
"I don't!" Spencer felt his face burn red as he shuffled to give the appearance that he was doing paperwork.
Derek scoffed but before he could speak up, your voice cut through the room.
"Good morning," You spoke, dropping your bag flat on your desk, feeling the eyes of coworkers scan you from top to bottom.
"What?" You urged, both Spencer and Derek avoiding your eyes.
"Oh, nothing," Derek sighed. "Y'know she is pretty, Reid."
"Who?" You blurted out before you could think.
"Morgan," Spencer groaned, eliciting a chuckle from the other man.
"It's nobody," He mumbled.
"Nobody," Morgan made a show of throwing his head back against the office chair as he laughed.
"C'mon, Spencer, it can't be that bad," Your words poured out of your mouth in a tone that could have been a tease, but even if it was Spencer loved; much more than Derek's antics anyway.
Spencer's mouth went dry as he stayed silent, watching your expression change into something more sly.
"It's Elle isn't it!" You said like it was already decided.
"No!" Spencer exclaimed.
"JJ then," You countered.
"It's not JJ,"
"So there is an 'it'!"
"Yes," Spencer admitted, almost shamefully. "But," He paused. "She's not JJ, or Elle,"
"Really?"
"Really,"
"Well, then who is it?" You pressed obliviously.
"It's sort of a—" Spencer muttered something incoherent before clearing his throat (in an attempt to stall out the conversation), and opening his mouth to speak again. "It's sort of a secret."
"A secret? Oh come on, Spence." You slumped in annoyance, when the idea so dumb that it was smart, hit your head.
"If you tell me yours, I'll tell you mine,"
"You have– yours?" The words got caught in his throat, as you hummed an agreement. Of course, he knew it wasn't uncommon for people to like a coworker (he sure wasn't a stranger), but a sense of jealousy spiked in the pit of his stomach; uncomfortably so.
"Mhm," You hummed. "On one condition," You spoke up again.
"Yes?"
"Derek has to go." You gestured to the man, who was then pretending to file through paperwork as if he wasn't eavesdropping on your whole conversation; if he wasn't butting in.
"Okay," Spencer cleared his throat. "Derek, can we have a minute, please?" Derek huffed a laugh as Spencer awkwardly pushed his palms into his pants.
"Spencer?" You whispered before Derek could speak. "I was thinking we could go somewhere," You paused. "Private." You looked at him sincerely, watching his face go through the emotions of shock, confusion, then acceptance, as he nodded; not trusting his own voice.
"Good luck, pretty boy,"
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The closest door clicked behind you as it shut. When you said 'somewhere private,' Spence imagined an office or maybe even the parking lot, definitely not an old file closet.
"Hi," You uttered under your breath; breath that Spencer could practically feel on his neck from how close you were.
"Hi," His voice came out cracked and a higher pitch than he would have liked, but all you did was hush him with a soft laugh.
"So, are you going to tell me your secret?" You murmured.
Spencer waited just a moment before he spoke, just to see if the entire team was hiding somewhere just to trick him or if you had anything other than honesty in your voice.
"Ilikeyoualotandiwaswonderingifyouwouldmaybewanttogoonadatewithme?" He kept his eyes glued to the floor as you let a smile fall across your face. You stayed silent for awhile too long, which was evident as Spencer had doubt written all over his face before you leaned forward to press a kiss to his lips. Spencer tried to keep his arms stiff by his sides but he just couldn't help but lay his hand across your waist when you were just so close.
The kiss was short and somewhat awkward, which seemed favorable considering the conditions you were in. "Spence?" You spoke against his mouth.
"Mmm?" He hummed a reply.
"I would love to go out with you sometime," You paused with a smile. "And I like you, a lot, too."
ⓘContent warnings + tags⋅˚₊‧ early seasons Spencer in mind, desperate!Spencer, reader is called gorgeous/pretty/beautiful etc, super suggestive in a few (most of them hint at it tbh), Spencer has a praise kink, reader looooves pink!, slight perv!Spencer, Spencer is called 'a good boy' by morgan jokingly (implied hes into it), slight mentions of m!masturbation if you squint, & sort of ooc Spencer.
𝓣he one time 𝓨ou 𝓗inted about 𝓨ours♡ (pt 2 soon !!)
Note𝜗ৎ mars argo lyric🙂↕️ the most smutty-ish?? Thing I've written, but ! I had fun writing it !! And I love early seasons reid♡ also sorry if my facts are wrong !!
– Spencer Reid who was down bad. He stared you down all day, from when you walked into the bau with your soft pink miniskirt (that he so desperately wished he could pull you closer by), to when your heels clacked on your way out as you chatted with the girls; while Spencer trailed along the back already being done paperwork ages ago but praying on the chance he'd get to strike a conversation with you or even as little as hold the door to hear your sweet 'thank you' on the way out.
– Spencer Reid who adored your touch. Spencer Reid was a known germaphobe to say the least, he avoided almost all human touch like the plague. Almost all. Whenever your hand would slip past his handing him something, or if your shoulder even hit against him, when yet again he was standing far too close. God forbid you brush against him while trying to sneak by.
– Spencer Reid who didn't exactly love team dinners/going to the bar with the team after a long case before you came along, but after he couldn't get enough of it. You almost always sat with jj, Elle, or Emily, but Spencer would arrive early enough to save you a seat right next to him but still leaving space for your friends so you didn't feel the need to move. You would thank him and call him 'sweet', while half explaining why you were late and how traffic was terrible (while oblivious to Spencer, you just wanted to look nice for him).
"Thank you, Spencer, really," You sat yourself in the booth Spencer usually avoided, but was now inevitable since you could be pressed against him in such a way. It was lewd really. His thoughts that he shouldn't be thinking. You flashed him a smile then turned to chat with the rest of the team. Spencer tried to follow along with the conversation, but he really couldn't, not with you so close. Not when he could smell your soft perfume and lotion. Not when he looked down and spotted your skirt riding up your bare thigh. Not when he abruptly excused himself to the bathroom.
– Spencer Reid who along with your touch, loves your praise. Whenever he makes a breakthrough in a case (which is often) and you say something as little as "good job", his face heats up as he stutters out something like a "Thank you."
"Good thinking,"
"Hmm?" Spencer hummed in confusion.
"Earlier, when you suggested there was more than one UnSub, you were right." You smiled leaning further across the jet tables.
"Oh! Well with the–uh–the later victim, it didn't match the previous autopsy, totally different cause of death–" You raised an eyebrow, smile still plastered across your face.
"'Uh–oh–um,' just say 'thank you', lapdog." Derek spoke up as he walked past, muttering the last part barely coming out audible.
"Morgan be nice,"
"Hey, you never know, maybe if you're a good boy she'll give you a treat."
"Derek!" Spencer's voice came out a few octaves too high. Derek let out a chuckle as he found his was back to his seat; after you had shooed him of, of course.
"'s okay, Spence," You giggled at his face that was flushed deep pink.
"But, he is right y'know," Spencer shot you a confused look at your statement. To no avail, you simply walked off without explaining yourself further. Spencer often imagined what would happen if you did.
– Spencer Reid who loves everything you do. The way your simple cotton shirt that you only wore on long cases stretched over your body; or the way your hair came undone after you hastily threw it up in the dingy motel that morning (he wished he could be the one to string his fingers through it; if he had the chance he most certainly would). He most of all loves how you let him linger when he stalls to get your attention talking about anything and everything, even though it really doesn't take much effort.
"–But colored films came as early as 1895 with hand-tinted Edison shorts like Annabelle Serpentine Dance. However–"
"Hotch wants to see you," JJ gestured to his office as she walked by.
You started to make your way down the hall to his office but as you turned around you noticed Spencer standing like a lost puppy left in the dirt.
"Walk me there?"
"Yes! I–yes," Spencer corrected himself for sounding much too eagar. "I will."
"You can continue, talking about the first colored films, I mean."
"–The first practical, natural-color motion picture system, Kinemacolor, was demonstrated in 1906, with major color documentaries appearing around 1911–1912. Early color filming was mostly applied by hand or stencil until Technicolor developed in the 1910s."
ⓘContent warnings + tags⋅˚₊‧ early seasons Spencer in mind, desperate!Spencer, reader is called gorgeous/pretty/beautiful etc, super suggestive in a few (most of them hint at it tbh), Spencer has a praise kink, reader looooves pink!, slight perv!Spencer, Spencer is called 'a good boy' by morgan jokingly (implied hes into it), slight mentions of m!masturbation if you squint, & sort of ooc Spencer.
𝓣he one time 𝓨ou 𝓗inted about 𝓨ours♡ (pt 2 !!)
Note𝜗ৎ mars argo lyric🙂↕️ the most smutty-ish?? Thing I've written, but ! I had fun writing it !! And I love early seasons reid♡ also sorry if my facts are wrong !!
– Spencer Reid who was down bad. He stared you down all day, from when you walked into the bau with your soft pink miniskirt (that he so desperately wished he could pull you closer by), to when your heels clacked on your way out as you chatted with the girls; while Spencer trailed along the back already being done paperwork ages ago but praying on the chance he'd get to strike a conversation with you or even as little as hold the door to hear your sweet 'thank you' on the way out.
– Spencer Reid who adored your touch. Spencer Reid was a known germaphobe to say the least, he avoided almost all human touch like the plague. Almost all. Whenever your hand would slip past his handing him something, or if your shoulder even hit against him, when yet again he was standing far too close. God forbid you brush against him while trying to sneak by.
– Spencer Reid who didn't exactly love team dinners/going to the bar with the team after a long case before you came along, but after he couldn't get enough of it. You almost always sat with jj, Elle, or Emily, but Spencer would arrive early enough to save you a seat right next to him but still leaving space for your friends so you didn't feel the need to move. You would thank him and call him 'sweet', while half explaining why you were late and how traffic was terrible (while oblivious to Spencer, you just wanted to look nice for him).
"Thank you, Spencer, really," You sat yourself in the booth Spencer usually avoided, but was now inevitable since you could be pressed against him in such a way. It was lewd really. His thoughts that he shouldn't be thinking. You flashed him a smile then turned to chat with the rest of the team. Spencer tried to follow along with the conversation, but he really couldn't, not with you so close. Not when he could smell your soft perfume and lotion. Not when he looked down and spotted your skirt riding up your bare thigh. Not when he abruptly excused himself to the bathroom.
– Spencer Reid who along with your touch, loves your praise. Whenever he makes a breakthrough in a case (which is often) and you say something as little as "good job", his face heats up as he stutters out something like a "Thank you."
"Good thinking,"
"Hmm?" Spencer hummed in confusion.
"Earlier, when you suggested there was more than one UnSub, you were right." You smiled leaning further across the jet tables.
"Oh! Well with the–uh–the later victim, it didn't match the previous autopsy, totally different cause of death–" You raised an eyebrow, smile still plastered across your face.
"'Uh–oh–um,' just say 'thank you', lapdog." Derek spoke up as he walked past, muttering the last part barely coming out audible.
"Morgan be nice,"
"Hey, you never know, maybe if you're a good boy she'll give you a treat."
"Derek!" Spencer's voice came out a few octaves too high. Derek let out a chuckle as he found his was back to his seat; after you had shooed him of, of course.
"'s okay, Spence," You giggled at his face that was flushed deep pink.
"But, he is right y'know," Spencer shot you a confused look at your statement. To no avail, you simply walked off without explaining yourself further. Spencer often imagined what would happen if you did.
– Spencer Reid who loves everything you do. The way your simple cotton shirt that you only wore on long cases stretched over your body; or the way your hair came undone after you hastily threw it up in the dingy motel that morning (he wished he could be the one to string his fingers through it; if he had the chance he most certainly would). He most of all loves how you let him linger when he stalls to get your attention talking about anything and everything, even though it really doesn't take much effort.
"–But colored films came as early as 1895 with hand-tinted Edison shorts like Annabelle Serpentine Dance. However–"
"Hotch wants to see you," JJ gestured to his office as she walked by.
You started to make your way down the hall to his office but as you turned around you noticed Spencer standing like a lost puppy left in the dirt.
"Walk me there?"
"Yes! I–yes," Spencer corrected himself for sounding much too eagar. "I will."
"You can continue, talking about the first colored films, I mean."
"–The first practical, natural-color motion picture system, Kinemacolor, was demonstrated in 1906, with major color documentaries appearing around 1911–1912. Early color filming was mostly applied by hand or stencil until Technicolor developed in the 1910s."