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Such A Sap ~Freaky February~ (S.R)

prompt: Hi, do you think you could write a Spencer Reid smut? Like, he gets jealous of Morgan flirting with the reader cause they’ve been dating for a year or so and has to claim her? You’re an awesome writer, I live for your smut <3

Pairing: Spencer x Reader

Word Count: 1.27k

Warning: None(a little long before you reach the smut)

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Dream A Little Dream

Spencer x reader smutty smut smut.

“Y/N we’re gonna have to get a motel, I’ve checked online and the highways gridlocked for miles. Huge accident.”

“What if we if double back and go a different way?” You asked him, already knowing that you wouldn’t be able to drive for much longer without losing your patience.

“It’ll still take us at least three hours. It’s up to you. I can drive for a bit if you’d like?”

“No I think you’re right. There’s bound to be a motel around here somewhere. Can you call Hotch and tell him we’ll be late in tomorrow please.”

You pulled out of the fast food restaurant parking lot you’d pulled into after sitting on the freeway for the last three hours, barely moving more than an inch every few minutes. Spencer and you had been lecturing for the last two days at a colleague campus four hours away. The faculty had taken you out for a meal afterwards to say say thank you and you’d left at eight pm, meaning you should have been home by twelve at the latest. Instead, it was eleven pm at night and you’d encountered one of the biggest traffic jams you seen or read about in years. After crawling at a snails pace for three hours, you come off at the next exit to assess your options and to get food. You were tired, you wanted to sleep but you still had at least a three hour drive ahead of you both and that was in normal traffic. You spotted a sign for a motel and pulled in, seeing the parking lot was nearly full. A lot of other people on the road were perhaps having the same ideas as you were.

Spencer disconnected his call to your supervisor. “Hotch says it’s fine, the accident is all over the news. He says we can reclaim the cost of the rooms on expenses.”

You nodded and reached behind you to pull out your bag that you’d packed for the few days away, handing Spencer his, and you both exited the vehicle, heading for the reception.

“Please tell me you have two rooms free?” You greeted the woman behind the reception desk.

“Sorry darlin’. We’re down to our last one. We’ve filled up pretty quickly cos of the accident on that darn freeway.”

“Twin beds?” You asked hopefully, watching her shake her head.

“Fraid not. It’s a double. I can get you some extra bed linen in one of you wants to take the floor? Or else there’s another motel a few miles down the road.”

You couldn’t bear getting back in the car right now, you just wanted to stretch out and sleep. Turning to Reid you asked him.

“Do you mind sharing a bed?”

“If you don’t then I don’t.”

You pulled out your purse and credit card, flashing your FBI ID as the required identification and requested a receipt for expenses.

“Did you guys want any extra linen?” The receptionist asked as she slid the room key over.

“We’ll share. It’ll be fine, I’m sure.”

You and Reid found the room, pleased that the bed was a fair sized double, and you took yourself off into the bathroom; changing quickly into your sleep shorts and tank top, brushing your teeth and pulling your hair up.

“Bathrooms all yours.” You told your colleague as you plumped the pillows up and climbed into the bed, rolling onto your side, willing your brain to remember that you were sharing with someone so if you got warm, you could NOT strip off like you normally did in your sleep. Half the time you didn’t even remember doing it, you’d go to bed in pajamas and wake up naked and with your foot sticking out of the sheets in an effort to cool down. Not tonight, please… Not tonight.

Closing your eyes, you settled down into the pillows, feeling the bed creak a while later as Spencer climbed in beside you and got comfortable.

“Goodnight Y/N.” He whispered, shutting off the light.

“.. Night… ” You murmured, already half asleep.


You were warm, uncomfortably so.

And it probably had something to do with the arm that was wrapped around your waist and the long body that was pressed against your back. Spencer was asleep, little snuffles coming from his mouth.

So this was why Derek refused to share a room with him on cases. The genius was a sleep snuggler.

Glancing down, you were thankful to see that your tank top was still in place. Otherwise that could have been embarrassing. You wriggled, trying to gently nudge your colleague away but his arm wasn’t budging. Not wanting to wake him, you threw the covers back and closed your eyes again.

You woke again a few hours later… Or at least you thought you were awake.

But you couldn’t be. If you were awake you definitely wouldn’t have your colleagues hand on your chest.

Would you?

You wriggled again feeling the hand start to stroke softly against the fabric of your chest. It actually felt kinda nice.

More than nice to be honest, it felt… Sensual, erotic even. As his hand caressed your body, skimming over your torso and cupping your breast, massaging it lightly, you wondered what he was dreaming about.

This was not good. Except.. Oh it was. You stretched out, pressing your back against Spencers front and feeling a hard bulge pressing against your ass.

You should totally wake him up.

In a minute, you thought as his fingers brushed over your nipple sending a jolt of pleasure through you. You juddered suddenly and you felt Spencer stir beside you, his hand stilling and his breathing changing.

He was awake.

He didn’t remove his hand but you could feel him holding his breath and trying to work out if you were awake and what he should do.

What SHOULD he continue to do exactly. You’d never been in this situation before. You stretched again, pressing your ass against him and pushing your chest out so that it pushed against the palm of his hand.

He breathed in deeply and then moved his hips forward, nudging you. You very purposely rubbed your butt up and down slowly hearing a low groan.

Alright. So you knew he was awake and he knew you were awake.

One of you needed to take charge here and make a decision.

“Either roll over and go back to sleep Spencer, or carry on what you were doing, because I’m VERY intrigued to know what you were dreaming about that was making you do that…. ” You whispered.

“ You… I was dreaming about you, Y/N.” Came his murmured response. He hand resumed it’s previous activities, groping and squeezing your breasts lightly, the tips of his fingers grazing your now very alert peaks through your top. Fuck that felt good, and you let out a little gasp to let him know.

Reaching back with your arm, you placed your hand onto his hip, rubbing it over the fabric of his bottoms.

“Dreaming about… Me?” You asked him, move your butt up and down again as he teased with his thumb and forefinger.

“Mmmmm. I still think I’m dreaming.” Spencer adjusted himself behind you and you felt a pair of soft lips on your shoulder, kissing along the skin until he reached the crook of your neck.

“Same… I don’t think we… Ugh… are though.”

Spencers lips kissing the skin just below your ear, his hand travelling higher and tugging the tank top lower, slipping a strap off your shoulder and exposing your breast. His hand was now on your bare skin, your nipple catching between two fingers as his caressed you, pressing the two fingers together occasionally and pinching your bud.

“Oh fuck… ” You arched your back at the sensation, hearing Reid sucking air through his teeth as you pushed against him.

Moving on the mattress, you leant back so that you were flush against him, hooking your leg back and over his, essentially pulling his groin as close as you could to you. You actively started to grind on him now, revelling in the feel of him hard on you, the little grunts and groans he was making, egging you on. Feeling bolder, Spencers hand starting roaming further, trailing up and down your body, slipping lower and lower with each lap.

With your leg hooked over his hip, your centre was exposed to him already and you held your breath as he let his hand skate over your thighs and drag against your shorts. His fingers felt for the waistband, pushing underneath it and ghosting over your panties.

You were desperate for the friction now and you ground your butt against him harder and more frantically. He seemed to get the picture and moved his hand between your legs, dragging his fingers over your fabric covered clit. You gasped and he did it again, the pads of his fingertips pressing harder against you as he found your bundle of nerves through your underwear.

His lips suckling at your neck, he began to rub, alternating between moving the sensitive nub from side to side and up and down, the friction of your panties adding to the sensation. You pushed against him hard, feeling him starting to grind back, humping against your ass as he played between your legs.

Your moans started to get louder and more frequent, your arm reaching up and back so that it could caress the back of his head as it was buried in your neck, Spencers gasps and groans tickling your neck as they escaped his throat.

“Fuck…. Spence… Oh shit… ”

His fingers moved faster, applying just the right about of pressure at exactly the right speed as he worked himself up and down your butt, using it get himself off.

“Oh god…” He bit down on your shoulder and growled out your name, now bucking against you, his fingers working magic on your clit, the familiar tremble in your leg starting as you dragged your lip between your teeth as you started to come, your fingers tangling in his hair as you gasped through your orgasm. He shoved hard on your ass a few more times before your felt him twitch behind you, delicious grunts coming from him as he came inside his boxers.

“Jeez….fucking hell Reid… ” You whispered minutes later, when you could finally catch your breath.

You unhooked your leg and rolled away, Spencers hand retreating from you. You shifted on to your back, turning your face to face look at him.


“Hi.” Spencer replied, rolling onto his back and tugging his pajama bottoms away from his skin. You knew he must be dying to go and clean up.

“That was an interesting way to wake up, I must say.”

“Y/N I’m so sorry… I honestly didn’t mean to start groping you.”

“Hey hey…. Do you hear me complaining? Were you really dreaming about me?”

He nodded and you grinned.

“Have you dreamt about me before?”

“Erm…. ”

“Cos I’ve dreamed about you before Spencer. Just so you know…. And if you ever feel like doing that again, maybe with our clothes actually off, just let me know.” You told him.

He laughed. “Clothes off might be less messier for me… But do you think we could maybe go and see a movie or go to a restaurant before hand? Like.. Erm… A date?”

“If you’re asking me out, I’m saying yes.”

“Then I’m asking you out, Y/N.”

You smiled at each other.

“Alright. Go clean yourself up. We can still get a few hours sleep before we need to leave.”

He slid out of bed and headed to the bathroom.

“Spencer…. ”

“Hmmmm?” He turned to look at you.

“Is that why Morgan won’t share with you? Did you sleep grope him too.”

You laughed at the horrified expression on his face.

“I can tell you now, I have never EVER have those sorts of dreams about him.”

“Good…. Cos as much as I like Morgan, I’d hate to have THAT in common with him.”

Interrogation Techniques

For the anon who requested 45 and 58 with Reid “My eyes are up here.” “It would be a lot easier if you weren’t so attractive.”

Warnings: Some degrading language

‘Type killers’ always got under your skin a little more than random acts of violence. Seeing all those faces that looked eerily similar, murdered just for having the misfortune of sharing traits with someone else long gone. It bothered you even more when you were sitting and staring at a pile of woman who bore a striking resemblance to you.

Your teammates kept a close eye on your for the entire week, which only added to the slight paranoia that came with looking like murder victims. Once the guy was in handcuffs and shoved into an interrogation room you felt a weight you didn’t even realize you were carrying being lifted from your shoulders.

“We still need a confession.” Hotch announced coming into the room that your team was sat in, watching the unsub who seemed far too calm and collected. “We’ve got him on at least two accounts, but a confession for the other four would solidify his prison sentence.” The room was silent for a moment, all of their minds following separate trains of thought, but all arriving at the same station.

“I’ll go in.” You nodded, standing up from the desk you’d previously been stationed at. Spencer, who had been resting beside you shoot up immediately at your words.

“What? No!” You ignored him, turning to face your boss, straightening your back in a way you knew showed your determination. You knew what you had to do; it came with the job.

“Hotch, we all know his chances of talking are considerably higher if I go in and play nice. If you go in and start with that tough guy routine we’re going to move nowhere but backwards.”

“(Y/N) no.” Spencer stated using his firmest voice. His hand gripped at your arm and you continued to ignore him.

“I’ll go in, I’ll be able to catch him off guard, get him talking. If it- I mean if I’m not getting anywhere I’ll come out and you and Morgan can go in and do what you need to do.” Spencer’s hand tightened slightly and you lifted yours up to pat his, not breaking eye contact with Hotch.

“Go in. Play nice. If he gets too… crude. But no information is coming through you get up and you leave or I will come in and remove you myself.” You cocked an eyebrow before nodding and removing yourself from Reid grip.

“Gotcha.” You nodded turned around and swiftly removing the blazer you were wearing and popping open a few buttons on your shirt. You stood up straight and fixed your hair giving yourself a moment to collect your thoughts. When you zoned back in you couldn’t help but smirk slightly.

“My eyes are up here.”  You teased, putting a finger under Spencer’s chin and lifting. He glared. Okay maybe not a time for jokes.

“You’re not meat, (Y/N). Don’t unbutton your shirt for that pervert.” You smiled gently and moved your hand up to pat his cheek.

“You’re sweet Spence, but if it gets a confession out I think I’ll manage. I get similar looks from the creeps that stalk the subway. I’ll manage.” He made a soft noise of protest and you hushed him quickly, “I’ll be okay.”

Thirty seconds later you were swiftly entering the interrogation room, sitting in the chair and keeping your head down as you looked through the files, giving him a moment to really look at you. You felt a bit… dirty. Allowing yourself to be ogled at but when you looked up and caught his staring at you practically licking your slips you had to bite down a smirk. You’d gotten worse. Most women above the age of… well. Birth. Had gotten worse from people passing on the streets. Being leered at for a few minutes would be worth it if it meant this sicko was put away for a long long time.

The first few questions were easy. He answered them gladly, licking his lips from time to time, eyes focused on you. His comments were lude but not obscene. You were making progress.

“Do you know any of these women?” You asked, setting a series of photos out in front of him.


“You didn’t look.”

“I’m sorry, Skank. But I can’t seem to focus. It would be a lot easier if you weren’t so damn attractive. Or if you had the decency to button your top.” Your body tensed. The profile pointed to all signs of him wanting to sexual engage his victims, not that their appeal angered him. You opened your mouth to ask again when you heard a shuffle from outside the door.

“Reid!” Emily called as Spencer burst into the room, face flushed with anger. You raised both eyebrows in surprise. Reid quickly approached you, gently grabbing you by the elbow and lifting you from the seat nudging you towards the open door where Emily stood looking shocked.

Spencer turned on the unsub not even waiting to make sure you left and his eyes became a kind of intense you’d never seen before. It was like they were oozing with anger. He’d never looked so intimidating.

“Hello, I’m that Skank’s husband, and I will be finishing your interrogation.” He sneered as you let the door fall shut. You stood completely shocked for a second, mind processing what just happened. Spence rarely ever lost his cool. You waited another moment before you allowed yourself the pleasure of a little smirk. That’s your man.

miafuckingsucks  asked:

1, 14, 15 for the Drabble thing <3

1.The skirt is supposed to be this short.

JJ and Garcia had been the first to notice the new addition to your wardrobe when you entered the conference room that morning.

“Since when did you start wearing skirts to work?” JJ teased, taking the opportunity since it was just the three of you in the room at the moment.

“And ones that could be considered so scandalous?” Garcia joined in as she prepped the files for the rest of the team members.

“This skirt would only be considered scandalous back in ‘The Scarlet Letter’ times,” you laughed incredulously at your friend’s comments, “And besides, I thought it was cute and would mix up what I usually wear to work.”

“It is very cute,” Garcia confirmed, coming to where you stood and handing you a case file, “And very short.”

Throwing your head back and groaning, you chuckled softly, “The skirt it supposed to be this short!”

Tilting your head back down, you noticed that Spencer had come to enter the conference room, and when his eyes settled on the hot topic of your previous conversation, he swallowed harshly.

JJ and Garcia also noticed this and shared a knowing look between each other as Spencer took his usual seat right next to your usual seat.

“See something you like, Spencer?” Garcia whispered to the blushing man as she handed him a file while you took a seat next to him.

Rolling your eyes, you whispered a silent thank you to the universe when Hotch walked in and immediately began briefing the team.

At one point, Hotch turned his attention to Rossi and you felt Spencer’s hand come to rest on your knee.

“I do like your skirt,” his voice just loud enough for only you to hear.

“Thank you,” your own voice no louder.

“Do you think anyone would notice if we were a little late boarding the plane?” Spencer asked, trailing his hand ever so slightly up your thigh.

“Not at all.”

You prayed that no one noticed the smile you had to bite back or the hickey that would soon come to appear on your neck.

14. Take. It. Off.

“Please tell me that was the last box,” you huffed, taking a seat on the floor next to one of the many cardboard moving boxes placed sporadically around Spencer’s living room.

Nostalgia had struck Spencer after returning from a visit to Las Vegas to see his mother last week, prompting him to bring up the boxes of memories he kept stored in the basement of his apartment.

“There’s only one more,” Spencer assured, sliding a box labeled ‘photo albums’ out of the pathway you had created towards the door, “I’ll go get it and then we can start going through them.”

Humming in agreement, you scanned the boxes that were settled around you, wondering which one Spencer would want to open first when he returned.

Just to your right, the simple Sharpie label of ‘CHESS’ caught your attention the most. Imagining that it was most likely full of vintage chess boards that Spencer had collected over the years, you figured that was a good box to start with.

Standing up from your previous position and tearing back the tape that sealed it shut, you were pleasantly surprised to see a golden baseball hat residing at the top. Picking it up, a smile grew across your lips upon reading the black lettering of “Las Vegas Chess Champion 1989”. The thought of a little eight-year-old Spencer wearing the hat atop a mess of his untamed curls made you giggle before adorning the hat yourself.

As you began to carefully remove the chess boards that the hat had been on top of, you heard Spencer re-enter the apartment and close the door behind him.

“Babe, did you see a box mark—” Spencer stopped in the middle of his question upon seeing the familiar tone of yellow, “Where did you find that?”

“In this box with your chess boards,” your smile drooped, having expected him to be far more excited when seeing the relic.

“I thought I got rid of that,” Spencer swiftly set the box in his hands down and made a move towards you, “Please, take it off.”

“Why would you want to get rid of it?” you dodged his attempt to remove the hat from your head.

“Y/N, please,” Spencer ignored your question, the tone of his voice growing desperate, “Take. It. Off.

Before you had the chance to respond, Spencer was quick to close the space between you and wrap one arm around you while his free successfully snatched the hat from your head.

Squealing with laughter, you attempted to reach your arm just as high as Spencer’s to retrieve the hat back but settled back onto your feet when you realized your efforts were pointless.

“Alright, fine,” you feigned defeat, placing your forehead against his chest “But, Spence, why did you want to get rid of it in the first place?”

Lowering his extended arm to drop the hat on the sofa besides him, Spencer sighed, “The day after I won the chess tournament, I wore that hat to school, thinking that I was so cool,” his voice drifted off, “And well, we both know how uncool the rest of the high school already thought I was…”  

Your heart dropped at Spencer’s explanation for the embarrassment he had in regards to the baseball hat. Even if he had grown past the bullying he had experienced in school, it was obvious that some pain continued to linger.

Glancing down at the hat that was now by your leg, you smiled sadly before picking it up and placing it on Spencer’s head, right where it belonged.

“Well, if it’s any consolation, I bet you looked just as cool then as you do right now.”

And for the first time ever while wearing that hat, Spencer felt proud.

15. Well, you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not.

There were a million other places you would have rather been then an overcrowded bar right now. Most nights, you would be partaking in shots with Prentiss or singing a horrible rendition of some Journey song with Garcia and Morgan; but between the silent treatment that Spencer was giving you and the creepy stare you were receiving from a man at the bar, you had had enough of the night.

Pushing your way through the hoard of people on the dance floor, you made your way over to the spot of the bar where Morgan and JJ were stood, both of them ceasing their conversation at your arrival.

“Spencer still refusing to talk to you?” JJ asked sympathetically, being able to see the dejection that still resided on your face from the previous argument that the two of you had.

“Not a single word,” you shook your head, glancing back to see that Spencer was still sitting at the booth you had all chosen when you arrived, his eyes trained on the drink in front of him.

“So I’m just gonna head out,” you motioned towards the exit of the bar, receiving understanding nods from both of the agents.

“You go home and relax,” Morgan stepped forward to give you a hug, “I’m going to try and talk some sense into that boyfriend of yours.”

Lightly laughing for the first time in hours, you bid them both a good night before making your way back through the crowd of people and out of the bars overwhelming atmosphere.

Taking a deep breath of the fresh night air and reaching for your car keys in your purse, the sound of the door slamming caught your attention.

“Hey, there,” the voice was unrecognizable, but when you turned around, you were met with the man who had been staring at you since you entered the bar.

“Hi?” your response came out more as a question than a statement.

“I couldn’t help but notice that you left without the guy you came with,” his breath reeked with vodka as he came to stand closer to you, “And I thought maybe you’d be into leaving with me instead.”

Taking a step back, you scoffed at the complete stranger, “I’m not, at all.”

Sudden anger flashed across the man’s glazed eyes, “Well, you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not.

Even if you were a trained FBI agent, the man’s threat made your heart race and your palms go clammy.  

“Take one more step near her and I will not hesitate to shoot you,” Spencer’s voice rang clear and authoritative through the tense air, taking both you and the man by surprise.

“You don’t even have a gun,” the drunk man snarled, unmoved from his position near you.

Moving the jacket of his suit to reveal that he was in fact still carrying, Spencer spit venom in his words, “Back away from her, now.”

No longer willing to continue harassing you or run the chance of getting shot, the man was quick to practically run past you, in the complete opposite direction of Spencer.

A shaky sigh of relief had barely left your mouth before Spencer had pulled you into his arms, his own body shaking with fear at the idea of what could’ve happened if he had not come to apologize to you.

“Thank you,” you whispered against his chest, “I thought you were mad at me, I didn’t think you would come after me.”

Shaking his head, Spencer tipped his finger under your chin and made you look at him, “I will always come after you, I can’t lose you.”

Pressing a kiss against your forehead, Spencer pulled you into him once more, not yet willing to let you go.

A Father’s Love

Word Count: 2142

Characters: Spencer x Reader, Jude (OC), Joplin (OC)

Warnings: A case of childhood pneumonia, homesickness, fluff, Spencer doubting himself. Please forgive me if I missed anything!

Summary: While Spencer is away on a case, he experiences a bad case of homesickness when your kids are sick.

A/N: This is actually a rewrite of a fic I wrote over on my SPN blog (@hanny-writes-spn) which I then turned into a Spencer fic. I know this is kind of lazy writing, but I wanted to give you guys some material to read… I hope you still enjoy it… :) (Also, I apologize for the names of the kiddos - I’ve been listening to a lot of Janis Joplin lately and just fell in love with the name Jude after watching Jude Law in The Aviator this afternoon… lol)


It was the middle of the night, way past your kids’ bedtime, and yet you were still laid out on your living room couch. Your 4 year old son, Jude, was sick with a cold and refused to leave your side, along with your one year old daughter, Joplin. Of course they had both gotten sick at the same time while Spencer was away on a case.

You and Spencer had been married for five years now. You met when you used to work at the library down the street from your apartment. It took him almost a year to approach you and ask you out on a date. Then that one date turned into more dates. And the rest was history.

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Closer (Reid x Reader)

Originally posted by mentallydatingspencerreid

Title: Closer

Pairing: Reid x Reader

Request: I was wondering if you could make me a Reid x reader smut where Reid is shy out in public about PDA but dominant in the bedroom?

Triggers/Warnings: Explicit Language, Rough Sex

Words: 1,138

A/N: Sure thing hunbuns! Keep those requests coming! Xoxo My first Reid x Reader imagine was pretty successful, so I really hope you enjoy this one too!




You lingered in the elevator, practically hopping up and down, waiting to jump out. You weren’t sure why you were so hyper. You just couldn’t wait to lock eyes with him again. His curly hair perfectly framed his strong jaw line. The feel of his sweet, soft lips. The way he smiled.

You were so lost in thought, daydreaming of your boyfriend Spencer Reid that you were extremely startled when the elevator chimed and the two locking metals doors began to rip apart.

You skipped out and made your way towards the two glass doors, peering in. A broad smile formed on your lips as you yanked the handle of the doors.

With a flip of your hair, you coolly walked across the bustling office, the sharp ring of the phones making you feel a little on edge. Just before he was within your reach, someone jumped in front of you.

“Ah, ah, ah. Sorry babygirl, pretty boy is all mine,” Derek Morgan kidded with you.

You rolled your eyes with a smirk and playfully pushed him aside. Spencer was in the middle of a conversation with Hotch, who for once was kind of smiling. You couldn’t really tell with him.

You didn’t want to interrupt, but Hotch soon abruptly walked away in a hurry, judging by the piercing noise echoing through his office, you could guess his phone was ringing. Perfect timing!

You flounced towards your boyfriend, quickly pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Hey Spence!” you chirped. He look stunned and kind of shy.

“Y/N hey,” he wrapped his arms around you and gently placed a kiss on your forehead. A chuckle from behind you caused him to pull away.

“PDA Reid, PDA!” Derek threw his hands up as if in surrender. Spencer scowled and gripping your arm, not harshly, he pulled you away to the small kitchen.

“Uh- you want some coffee?” he stammered. You pressed your lips together, thinking how adorable he is when he’s shy.

“No thanks babe,” you replied. “Hey…do you want me to go?”

He swiveled towards you, looking almost upset. “No no, Y/N. I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I just …get nervous when the team is around and you’re here. I don’t want them to make you…well feel weird and then want to leave. I mean statistics show that when one partner feels - “

You shut him up by cupping his face in your hands and kissing him lightly before pulling away and grinning. He blushed and wrapped his arms around your waist and pulling you closer.

“You’ll pay for that later,” he whispered seductively in your ear. A chill ran throughout your whole body and your muscles went limp. You tried to play it off by slyly responding; “Okay what you’ll spank me?” you winked.

He cocked his head with a devilish smirk and shrugged his shoulders and you held in a gasp and when sneakily pinched your butt.

When you left Quantico later on, you were immensely turned on and could barely wait for Spencer to arrive at your place.


A knock at the door made you jump. You gave your hair one last brush and pulled your T-Shirt back over your head, feeling satisfied with the sexy black lace bra you chose.

Approaching the door, you felt nervous, but confused. You pulled the door open until he was perfectly in picture.

You snickered, “Hey since when do you knock?”

Spencer pulled his messenger bag off his shoulders and threw it somewhere on the floor in your apartment before practically throwing himself onto you.

“Shut up beautiful,” he said breathlessly before his lips collided with yours.

He kicked the door shut and spun you around and pressed you up against it, beginning to tear off your clothes.  He wasted no time in ripping your shirt off your torso and stopping when his eyes landed on your bra.

He raised his eyebrows and that same devilish smile from before appeared, “Damn.” He spoke only before once again locking his lips with yours. His tongue swirled around in your mouth and you were too distracted by the intense makeout session you two were engaged in to notice he had not only taken off your pants, but his own.

You disconnected the kiss and yanked off his shirt as he scooped you up in his arms and hurried into your bedroom, not bothering to shut the door.

He laid you down on the bed; Spencer was dominant, but extremely gentle.

You could feel his buldge rubbing up against your thigh as you continued to kiss him. He grinded into you, starting slow and then speeding up, rolling his hips into yours roughly.

“Oh-oh Spencer please,” you begged him. You wanted him. To feel him inside of you. For him to control you and take you over.

He nibbled on your neck, dressing it in soft kisses and small marks of affection. After what seemed like eternity, his boxers finally hit the floor.

A rush of energy surged through your body. It hurt, having all of him inside of you, thrusting deeper and deeper. A small gasp escaped your lips, causing Spencer to kiss you again, as if telling you to be quiet. He just was too nice to say it.

With each push, you felt like you were going to explode. “Sp-Spence, I’m gonna cu-“ you attempted to speak, but you couldn’t make out the words. He didn’t answer, he just kissed you again and continued fucking you.

You then couldn’t help it and moaned out with pleasure. Your body was full of him and he was all you wanted and needed.

He pulled out and then pulled you on top of him. “Ride me,” he demanded.

You licked your lips, his dominance turning you on even more. You began to bounce up and down on his hard member, groaning each time, your juices making his cock slick. You picked up the pace, riding him faster and faster.

“Fuck Y/N,” Spencer screamed. You felt warmth flow out from your pussy as you released onto his dick. He followed by releasing inside of you, feeling the cum pour into you.

You rolled off him and laid down next to him.

“I’m hungry,” you started laughing. “I’m making pizza, you in?” you reached down and picked up his shirt, buttoning it up.

He got up as well and came up behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your cheek.

“I love you more than anything Y/N.”

Those words made you the happiest girl in the world and they always would.

Deep Relief

Spencer walks in on the reader pleasuring herself, and smut ensues.

Part 1 of SMUTmas!

It was the end of a case, and you and Reid had been sharing a room for the last three nights in a lush Las Vegas hotel. Being in the same room with the object of your affections was hard enough, let alone having to share a bed with him (a booking “mistake” on the behalf of Penelope Garcia who was desperate to see her OTP get together). 

However, you had made it to the final night, and tomorrow you could sleep easily, not spending your nights lying awake staring at Spencer nestled into the pillow beside you.

‘Y/N?’ Spencer said, snapping you out of your thoughts and holding the door of the room open for you.

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Will You Be Mine?

A/N: A smutty Spencer x Reader anon request where the reader is a virgin, but Spencer isn’t. Reader hasn’t even had her first kiss yet. Things get hot and heavy after a kiss, and she blurts out the status of the ‘v’ card. Also, they aren’t dating at the time. @coveofmemories @sweetg


“Why are you looking at me that?” you asked, watching as Spencer’s eyes bore into you. After dinner, which you got together for every Friday, you started to help him clean the dishes. The water had sprayed back into your shirt, soaking you to the skin from the chest up. 

When you looked at him, you noticed the way his lips parted ever so slightly, how goosebumps traveled over his entire body, how his eyes became darker as they scanned over you. A 20-something year old virgin, you weren’t used to people being sexually interested in you, but the way he was looking at you made you think just that. You hadn’t even been kissed yet. “Spence,” you said, the cool air from the apartment hitting your dampened shirt and causing you to shiver, “What are you looking-”

Closing the space between you, he wrapped his arm around the small of your back and gathered you to him, pressing his lips to yours as a warmth you’d never experienced radiated from inside you. Whenever you’d seen kissing in the movies, it was in a grand setting surrounded by music and tons of people, but this…feeling Spencer’s lips against yours, in the privacy of his apartment, with nothing but the other’s slight moans to fill your ears…this was better.

For a moment, not knowing exactly what to do, your tongues battled for space in the other’s mouth, but after a minute, you placed the dish you were holding on the counter and wrapped your hand around the back of his neck. Your hands glided down the sides of his neck as you brought your tongue out to bite down slightly on his upper lip. “Spence, I…”

He stopped immediately, wondering if he’s overstepped a line. “I’m sorry. Did I…?”

“No,” you said, correcting him and stealing another quick kiss before continuing. “Just…where did that come from?”

A slight rush of air huffed out his nose as he laughed. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time. I just haven’t had the guts until now.”

“Well…” you replied, wondering whether or not you should tell him that not only hadn’t you had sex, but this was the first kiss you’d ever had, “You should probably know that I haven’t had sex before…” You touched a finger to your lips, more to feel his kiss rather than to point it out to him. “That kiss was the first one I’ve ever had.”

His eyes went wide at the confession and you were pretty sure that you’d lost him right then - that he was going to pull away. “Really?” he asked. Just curious, not accusatory. When you nodded again, he grabbed your face in his hands and deepened the earlier kiss before pulling away. “I hope that lived up to what you expected.”

“More than,” you laughed softly. Leaning in, you licked at his upper lip and pulled him toward you. As the single kiss turned into more of a heated session of lips and teeth clashing against one another, you felt your core tighten for him. God, you wanted him. You weren’t dating him, but…did that really matter? “Spence…” He’d started to slide his hand under your shirt and you wanted to go inside, but he took as a sign that he was overstepping his bounds and stood back. A sigh nearly escaped you when his touch lifted from your body. 

“I’m sorry,” he repeated.

You reached out for him and pulled him back into you, wrapping your legs around his waist as he stepped toward you. “Will you…will you be my first?” The question seemed to take him off guard, so you continued, trying in vain to clarify yourself. “I know we’re not dating and if you’re not comfortable with it that’s totally fine, but when I was in high school, I had so many of my friends saying how much they regretted their first time because the guy ended up being an asshole, but…if you were mine…I know I would never regret it.”

Spencer tangled his hand in your hair and lifted you up against him as he carried you inside. “Are you sure?” he asked, laying you down on the bed like you were a precious piece of china. 

“Yea,” you said, sucking in your lower lip. Within a few minutes, you had pulled off your top and he’d grabbed a condom from his night stand drawer. His hand floated over your skin, tracing the lace of your bra. As he went down your body and traced the lines of your jeans, you pulled his belt from its loops and leaned up to kiss him through the fabric. 

The second you pulled away from his length, he came to hover over you and kissed down the slopes of your breasts until he removed the lace from your body. “You are gorgeous,” he said. “And thank you for trusting me to be the one.” 

“You’ve never given me a reason not to,” you replied, pulling his hair gently as he kissed down your body and toward your core. “You’re my best friend.”

Smiling, he reached under your bottom to shimmy you out of your jeans and panties. He sighed against your core when he saw how ready you were for him. A slight choked groan left you at the feel of his tongue against your slit. Again, until now, you had only imagined, and the way you were feeling, what he was doing, the moment in general, was everything you’d ever imagined.

Every nerve was on fire in the best way possible. As his tongue slipped in between your folds, you heard him growl against you, sending a small shockwave through your skin. You were grateful he was focusing on you, but all you wanted right now was him inside of you. Nothing else, not even the magic of his mouth was enough. “Please,” you said, looking down to where he was lapping at your center. “I need you…now.”

He could see the desperation in your eyes and came up to swallow your pleas with his mouth. “You have me,” he whispered, quickly slipping the condom on and pressing himself to your entrance. 

When he slipped inside, you arched your head back and he stilled himself to ask if you were okay. “I’m fine,” you breathed, desperate for him to be closer than was physically possible, “Just take me.”

Slowly, he started to move inside you, watching as the emotions and feelings played across your face. Considering this was your first time, you weren’t going to last very long. “Oh my god, Spence,” you choked, crying into his neck. “I need to come…make me come please.”

He grabbed your hand, which was grasping onto the headboard and brought it down between you as he continued to thrust. With his hand over yours, he began to massage your clit, moving it around gently as he thrusted into your wet heat. As your orgasm began to crest, he left your hand to continue on your own. The tears stung your eyes as your back arched off the bed. “Look at me,” he said, caressing your cheek. You hadn’t even realized you’d closed your eyes until he spoke. 

The second you opened your eyes, his heated gaze met yours and you cried out, your hand still against your core as your legs wrapped tighter around him. “Fuck,” you cried out. You’d barely noticed that he’d come too until he collapsed at your side. 

“Worth it?” he asked, noticing the smiled on your face.

You couldn’t help but chuckle. You’d never been high before. But you imagined that this is what it felt like. You nodded and rolled into his embrace. “Totally worth it,” you said. “Thank you.”

“No need to thank me,” he said, kissing your nose. “I’ve wanted you forever.”


YAY REQUESTS! Could you write a spence x reader where the reader is a badass, and introduces spencer to her friends which makes him really nervous about their relationship since he’s such an adorable lil geek? THANK YOU ILY  -Anon

Pairing: Reid x Reader

Word Count: 1929

Warnings: none really

A/N: I kept most of the requests from the old blog and will be doing them here. I have been working on this one for a while and since school is over, now i have some time to myself to write. I hope you guys like this, and share it with your friends :)

Originally posted by jeichanhaka

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Long Way Home.

Spencer Reid x Reader

“Take the long way around.” (requested)

In which Spencer wants to spend some more time with you but doesn’t know how to ask you out on a proper date, so he uses being in the same car as you for a long amount of time to his advantage and just enjoys being in your presence for a while.

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cutest fuckin gif ever oh ma god im gone, dead, lower me into my grave,

It was a simple, kind gesture, just you being your normal self but as per usual Spencer was overthinking it.

You had offered to drive him home since you didn’t need to get back to your place for a while, you had nothing else to do and there was no reason for him to take the metro when you were perfectly capable of driving him. 

So here the two of you were in your car. You had just hopped in and turned the key in the ignition, fiddling around with the radio and choosing a station you were content with before pulling out of your parking spot and beginning to drive in the general direction of Spencer’s apartment building. Spencer fidgeted in his seat as he looked at the passing buildings through the window, his pretty brown eyes reflecting everything he was taking in.

“Where do I turn?” you asked while at the light, you weren’t sure whether to turn right or left. 

A blush colored Spencer’s cheeks as he replied with a stutter, “Uh, go left, we’ll take the long way around.”

You turned to him with a small smile gracing your lips, then noticed that the light had turned green. You turned left as he’d said and decided to just drive wherever, the city streets weren’t very crowded since it was nearly midnight on a weekday.

“So, Spence,” You said, “what’s going on in your life, huh? Anything new?”

You hadn’t talked to him and had a good conversation in quite a while since you were both so immersed in work. Recently it seemed as though it was just case after case after case. Spencer smiled at your question and thought for a moment before replying.

“Well, I started a new book an hour ago and I’m almost done. It’s about a man who collects butterflies. He’s in his mid 20s and he becomes obsessed with this girl named Miranda who is an art student he wants to kidnap, so he buys a house in the countryside and readies a small basement room as an unescapable cell. He also buys a van so that he can snatch her while she’s walking along the streets of London and go unnoticed. The first-”

“Oh my god, The Collector? I read that!” you said excitedly, feeling very smart to have read the same book as a genius. Spencer blushed and smiled shyly, but still looked at you as you drove. “Yeah,” he mumbled fondly, “it easily holds your attention.”

“I agree,” you said, still smiling. You were sad upon realizing that you were just about at his apartment building, you were having fun spending time with him. You pulled up to the front of the place with a small frown.

Spencer took a deep breath, unbuckling his seatbelt and gathering his things. Just as his hand touched the door to open it, you stopped him by placing your hand on his arm.

“Spence, wait.” he turned to you curiously. You mustered up all of your courage and attempted to remain calm, “Why don’t we go get something to eat?”

It was 11:48 pm on a Wednesday night and Spencer was tired, but if it meant he could spend more time with you he’d do so in a heartbeat. “Yeah,” he muttered in reply, “I’d love that, actually.”


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24 Hours of Torture

Spencer Reid x Reader 

Part 2 of this 

The team had been waiting in the hospital waiting room for more than 12 hours. Penelope was asleep on Derek’s shoulder cuddling a massive pink bunny that she had bought for Annabel. Derek was flipping through Highlights, the only magazine left available. Aaron and David were sitting in the corner quietly talking. JJ was reading the Very Hungry Caterpillar to Henry, who had insisted on coming to see Uncle Spence and his baby cousin.

It had been 23 hours since Y/N had gone into labor, 5 days after her due date. She was still in the active labor phase and was only 5 cm dilated and had to reach 10 cm before any pushing could occur.

“Are you FUCKING kidding me?” screamed out Y/N as a contraction overcame her.

“Just breathe through it Y/N, you can do it” said Spencer to help ease the love of his life.

“Shut the hell up Spencer, I’ve been at this for almost 24 hours. I DON’T WANT TO BREATHE THROUGH IT” shrieked Y/N while squeezing Spencer’s hand.

“SHIT. Y/N don’t squeeze so hard” yelped Spence.

“Unless you have a cantaloupe pushing it’s way through your fucking asshole don’t tell me what to fucking do” Y/N screeched as another contraction pushed it’s way through her.

Spencer was at a loss for how to respond and simply said, “I love you Y/N”, before wiping the sweat off her forehead and placing a kiss.

After another 20 minutes, Y/N had finally dozed off. Spencer looked at his beautiful and loving wife and thought about the day he finally worked up the courage to propose. They had been dating for almost 4 years and Penelope and Derek were badgering him for the 1000th time about when we was going to ask his “Lil’ Mama” to marry him. What he didn’t tell them was that a couple weekends prior he had gone with JJ to buy Y/N’s ring. It was a round cut 18 carat white gold diamond engagement ring. It was simple yet elegant. He couldn’t wait till he could see it on her hand every morning when they woke up and every night before they went to sleep.

It was the 4th of July weekend and Spencer and Y/N had planned a small getaway to Cape Hatteras, North Carolina. They had booked a room at The Villas at Hatteras Landing. Their room had a queen sized bed, a living area, a massive bathroom, a private balcony, and even a small kitchen of their own. They spent most of their trip sleeping in and laying on the beach. That Saturday was the day Spencer finally did it. He woke up early and made an elaborate breakfast, well elaborate for him, of bagels, scrambled eggs, bacon, and coffee. After they spent a very lazy morning in the room the couple finally got ready to head out for the day.

Spencer had booked a boat tour for the two at 2 pm. After the boat tour they spent the day shopping. Spencer happily followed after Y/N as she smelt every single candle and looked through all the homemade soaps. He just held her hand as they hit all the souvenir shops on Highway 12  and Y/N looked through the tacky gifts. After an amazing afternoon, Spencer and Y/N had dinner reservations, at a restaurant that Y/N and her family went to every summer they spent at the Outer Banks, Dinky’s Waterfront Restaurant. They had their fill in fresh seafood and wine. After they ate till they couldn’t eat another bite the duo went on a romantic walk on the beach during sunset. During the walk, Spencer got down on one knee.

“Y/N, ever since you joined the team 5 years ago I haven’t been able to keep my eyes off of you. You were everything that I had ever imagined yet everything I also thought I would never have. The day you agreed to go out with me was the best day of my life. The past four years with you have been amazing. You’re the one I go to when I have a nightmare. You’re the one that takes care of me when I’m sick. I can always go to you with any problems. You make me a better person. You’re beautiful, loving, caring, selfless, and my entire world. So here I am, asking if you would do me the honor, of marrying me” said Spencer.

Y/N had tears streaming down her face and a look of awe.

“Babe, you have to answer me soon before I throw my bad knee out” said Spencer jokingly, although he had an irrational fear that she would say no.

Y/N, with tears still running down her face, rapidly nodded her head before saying, “Yes you idiot. Of course I’ll marry you”.

At that point Spencer, with a grin plastered onto his face, slid the ring onto the correct finger before standing straight. He pushed Y/N’s hair out of her face and wiped off her tears before saying, “I love you”, and pressed his lips to Y/N as she wrapped her hands around his neck sending shivers down Spencer’s spine. Y/N smirked into the kiss as Spencer’s arms grasped Y/N’s waist tighter and his thumb grazed the free skin available to him from the cutout on her dress.

Spencer jostled back into reality and rushed to his wife’s side as he heard Y/N scream, finally ready to push after hours of torturous labor. And after thirty more excruciating minutes they heard the angelic cry of Annabel Diana Reid.

“Look at her Spence, she’s gorgeous” said Y/N holding their baby girl for the first time.

“She already takes after her amazing mom” said Spencer before taking Y/N’s hand and gently kissing it.

A/N I wrote this piece because you guys liked the first part so much that it now has over 200 notes! You guys are freaking amazing! Also, I’m still accepting requests!


Request: ‘I saw a Reid’s gif where he’s at the phone and he’s saying:’ I promise you, you’ll be okay. So will I.’ Can you do an imagine based on this gif? Maybe something like the reader is having an anxiety attack and Reid is the only who can help her. (I hope you understand, I’m not really good to speak english and I’m from Italy 💞) Thank you!’

This may be a pile of shite, we don’t know. Enjoy!

Trigger Warning- anxiety/panic attack

‘Y/L/N, Reid, I need you two to go inside the building. You are the youngest in the team and since the unsub is young himself, we think that he will find it easier to connect with you.’ Hotch said, placing a reassuring hand on your arm as he saw your eyes widen in fear.

A young man had gone on a shooting spree and then kidnapped his ex-girlfriend, holding her at gunpoint in an abandoned building. Evidently, it was your job now to persuade him to turn the gun away from her.

‘Don’t worry, we have snipers positioned on him so if he even goes to move his gun he will be taken out.’ Hotch continued, giving you a nod before turning back to Rossi.

You looked at Spencer, who was surprisingly calm and tightening up his Kevlar vest. It had only been a few weeks after he had been shot in the neck while protecting Blake, and it was safe to say that you had never felt a fear like it.

Reid was obviously unaware of your feelings, and you were terrified at the thought of destroying a friendship that had pulled you through the darkest of times. Just the notion of stepping into a dangerous hostage situation and the possibility of losing Spencer again made your legs buckle beneath you.

‘Woah, girl, are you okay?’ JJ said, wrapping her arm around your waist in an attempt to steady you.

‘I- can’t- breathe.’ You whispered. Your heart was racing and you felt tears pricking your eyes.

‘Okay, Y/N. I need you to breathe with me. Come here and we will sit you down.’ JJ soothed, taking you over to a nearby bench.

You turned to try and locate Spencer but he was nowhere to be seen. Had he gone in without you? Was he trying to talk to the gunman on his own?

‘Spencer! SPENCE! Where are you? JJ, where’s Spencer? Has he gone inside? SPENCER?’ You screamed hysterically, tears streaming down your face.

‘Y/N, listen to me, you need to keep calm.’ JJ said, rubbing your back and squeezing your hand.

You were sobbing and spluttering, trying to get the air in and out.

‘SPENCER! SPENCER!’ you screamed, as the people around started turning their heads towards you. You caught the attention of Hotch, who was striding towards you.

‘JJ, what is happening?’ Hotch asked, crouching down to look at you.

‘She’s having some sort of anxiety attack, Sir.’ JJ said, still gripping onto your hand.

‘Where’s Reid?’ Hotch whispered, placing a hand on your knee to stop it from shaking.

‘We don’t know. He is the only person who will calm her down.’ She replied, before she was interrupted by a voice.

‘JJ? Y/N? Are you alright?’ Spencer said, appearing in front of you as tears continued streaming from your eyes.

‘Reid, sit with her please.’ Hotch ordered, squeezing your knee and leading JJ away from you and Spencer.

‘Spencer- I- couldn’t- breathe- I – thought- I- was- going-  to- lose- you.’ You said between breaths, as your body continued to shake involuntarily.

Spencer instantaneously sat down next to you and enveloped you in his arms, resting his forehead on yours.

‘Y/N, I need you to take a big deep breath in and hold it. And then breathe it out. Can you do that for me?’ Spencer whispered, as he took both of your hands into his.

You locked your eyes with his and did as he said. Soon, your breathing returned to normal but tears were still falling down your cheeks.

Spencer wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest, his lips connecting with your forehead. His grip around you was the only thing keeping you together.

‘What happened?’ He whispered into your hair.

‘I thought about losing you again. And then I got panicked. And then I couldn’t find you.’ You mumbled, and you felt his embrace tighten.

‘Y/N, you are never, ever going to lose me. No matter what.’ Spencer said, and you believed him.

‘Love you.’ He smiled, planting a kiss on your forehead.

‘No you don’t.’ You murmured into his chest, and you felt him release you.

Spencer cupped your cheeks and brought your face to his. ‘Yeah- Yeah I do.’

He leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on your lips, and then stood up and held out his hand.

‘C’mon, let’s go and get the bad guys. Together.’

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First Fight ➹ Spencer Reid x Reader

@emilyisrightiamleft requested: Can you do 41 and 43. Reader and reid are in the honeymoon stage of their relationship and they have their first fight. Then reader locks him out of the house because she’s mad. (You can change it idc, it would still be perfect💕💕)

cute request! hope i did ur idea justice.

41. “How long has it been?” - “7 minutes and 37 seconds.”

43. “I miss you.”

Originally posted by nationgubler

Your love life was going pretty damn great at the moment. You and your boyfriend Spencer had been in the “honeymoon stage” of your relationship for quite some time and although you’d bicker, you rarely fought. Seeing as you spent the night at each other’s place all the time when he was home from a case, it was a blessing that you hadn’t gotten on each other’s nerves yet. It’d been four months and there had still been no big argument.

Well, until today at least.

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I Need You Here

Words: 1,090

Prompt: Reid and Reader broke up for and they used to live together. One night reader is upset about something as she heads home and accidentally drives to Reid’s place instead of her own new place.

“Ugh,” Y/N grunted as she got in her car. It was supposed to be a girl’s night out, not Penelope and Emily’s third attempt of setting you up on another hopeless blind date. They didn’t understand that when you said you didn’t need anyone one right now you really meant that you didn’t need anyone.

Driving down the highway on your way home you call the only person that you can think of to lift your spirits, Morgan. “Hey pretty girl how was your date?” he said snickering. “You were in on it too? Morgan you of all people should know that with everything that has been happening the past couple of months that it is really only making me more stressed.” you said sighing.

Two months ago your mother had passed away from cancer. Being so close to her your entire life, as she raised you by herself when your father left you both early on, you really were struggling with the loss. It started to effect everything in your life. Hotch had ordered that you take a few weeks off to clear your mind. In the process Spencer and you had also broken up. You guys had been dating for two years but at the same time your mom died his mom was denied and then later admitted into research programs. You both were fragile and were taking your frustrations out on each other. The best solution was to just end things to save the professional relationship that you still needed to have. Amongst all of the chaos you were being set up with men who thought that you were too petite to be doing anything as dangerous as working for the FBI.

“Hey L/N I’m sorry pretty girl, for real. You just need some sleep, you looked a little rough this morning,” his sincerity going to sarcasm in all of ten seconds. “Morgan I called you for help and this isn’t helping,” laughing as you pulled into your apartment complex.

Morgan was your best friend you went to him for everything, he was like the brother that you never had in your life. He had really been keeping you going especially the past few sleepless weeks.

“And you know damn well why I haven’t been sleeping so don’t even go there, not tonight.” your happiness leaving you. “Come on L/N just go and talk to him and maybe you both can get a good nights sleep for once.”

Truth be told you both missed each other. You found yourself picking up your phone multiple times after work contemplating trying to make a mends and move past whatever had happened to your once budding relationship full of walks in the park and cuddles after hard cases. Most of all you missed his scent. It was starting to vanish from your pillow and the CalTech sweatshirt that you had slipped into your bag while packing your things up from your shared apartment.

“You know that I can’t do that. We have hardly talked together in the past six weeks and that includes at work and on cases. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do anymore. I still love him so much. The only time I ever get any sleep is when I’m sleeping in his sweatshirt because it smells like him, but it’s starting to wear off,” you said tearing up and unlocking the door to your apartment only to be greeted by the man you had been talking about moments before pointing a gun at you.

“Y/N?” Spencer said lowering his gun. “Morgan I have to go,” you said setting down your phone.

“What are you doing here?” he questioned.

“Oh sorry I just had a rough night and was talking to Morgan and must’ve driven here by accident…I..I should go. I’m sorry for causing you trouble.” You scurried back to the front door, mentally cursing yourself for never giving Spencer back the key to your shared apartment, only to be cut off by Spencer’s long arms reach out for you first.

“Y/N you can stay you know that right? Just because we aren’t together doesn’t mean we can’t talk.” he said sincerely worried about you and your mental state.

“Ha! Really?” you laughing, Spencer looking very confused at your hostile tone. “Come on Spencer you can’t even look or talk to me when we are at work and now all of a sudden you are pleading for me to stay?” you say dumbfounded looking at Spencer who you notice also looks like he hasn’t slept for days.

“Sorry for asking you’re the one that drove here in the first place. I’m just trying to be nice but go ahead and leave,” He said turning around to go to your old shared bedroom to put away his gun.

“Spence wait,” you plead. Thankfully he turns around with his puppy dog eyes finding your teary, tired ones. “I miss you. Dammit I’m surprised that I can function at work. I miss you so bad I can’t sleep, I can hardly eat. I miss when you would take up the entire couch and I would come and sit on you. I miss you saying that you would help me with dinner only for you to give me a lesson about the origins of our dinner. I miss waking up to you. I miss you Spence,” you say catching Spencer off guard as you run straight into his arms. His hesitates but he wraps his long arms around you.

He missed you too more than he can even express right now. For now he just presses his lips against your head taking in your scent. The scent that even an eidetic memory couldn’t memorize in all of its coconut scented glory. “I missed you too,” it’s all he can choke out as he starts to cry too, but it is just enough.

“Y/N?” he pulls away just enough so you both can get a good look at each other.

“Yeah Spence?”

“Can you stay the night. I haven’t slept in weeks,” his puppy dog eyes making their second appearance of the night.

“Under one condition,” you smirk looking up to the light of your life. “You let me sleep in one of your shirt.”

“We can make that happen,” he smiles pulling you back to him, knowing that you both need to talk more in the morning but for now it can wait, for now you just need to hold each other.

Inch by Inch

[I got a request! Actually I got two requests in the same day, I couldn’t believe it. I’ll be working on the other one next, and I, ugh, I just hope their good. I picture it in my head and I can see it but I don’t know….But enjoy!]

“ – and after that he just wouldn’t stop laughing. I swear those boys are crazy, they have to get it from Will’s side of the family.”

You laughed, watching the screen of JJ’s phone as she showed a video of Henry making silly faces at Michael; the little toddler waving his chubby arms and squealing in delight with each contortion.  

“It’s so adorable, Henry was made to be a big brother. Thinking about having another one soon? Maybe a little girl this time so Garcia and I have someone to dress up and have tea parties with finally?”

You and Garcia had talked about that while JJ was pregnant with Michael. Both of you fantasizing over the clothes and toys you could buy for a baby girl. But with the bulge of shock coming from JJ’s eyes you knew that possibility was a ways away.

“I think I’m good for right now on the baby front. Maybe you two could just dress up each other. Right Spence?”


Glancing over next to you, Spencer blinked his eyes blearily. “Have you slept at all during this case?”

Child abductions had been happening in a small area of Wisconsin, and with no similarities between victims, Spencer had been the one to piece together that though they had no physical similarities, the children were all on the same medication. Leading them to the unsub which was the doctor that had prescribed them. But during that time you doubted the genius had used his bed even once, now beginning to nod in and out on the jet.

“I slept some. Just really tired now that it’s over.”

“Want a blanket?”

“No, no I’m good, thanks.”

JJ’s eyes crinkled. “Well, you need to be a little careful there, Spence, with the way you’re swaying you’re going to bop into Y/N’s skull.”

“Oh, hush, he’s fine. Go back to sleep, Spencer.”


“Oh, he’s gone.”

You laughed. “I’d say so. Hey, pass me some of those Cheetos.”

“You have three steps to the kitchen, get your own.”

“Don’t be like that, JJ, I always share with you. I’m only asking for a few – oh.”

During your debacle Spencer had decided to face plant onto your shoulder, and like JJ had predicted the thud of his skull had sent a sharp signal of pain up to you.

“How did he not wake up from that?”

“I have no clue. Should we wake him?”

You shook your head. “No harm in letting him lay there. Kind of feels nice if you discount the bruise I’ll have tomorrow.”

With that the two of you carried on your conversation, sneaking a few Cheetos from JJ’s bag while discussing where the next team dinner should be. Until you felt a Spencer moving next to you, in almost slow motion you watched as Spencer begin curling up against you, his body moving in closer to you.


“Want to move him now?”

Honestly, you didn’t. His chest pressed alongside your arm, his breath a millimeter from your ear, you could even feel his lips moving near it though nothing intelligible could be heard. He was warm, and he smelled nice, his hair somehow smelled spicy, woodsy.

Cinnamon. How the hell did he get his hair to smell like cinnamon?

Not unless one of the baristas attacked him with one of their seasonal flavors, it didn’t seem logical. But it fit him. It was nice and though JJ’s eyes stared at you in an incredulous amusement you pretended like nothing was out of the ordinary.

“So, I was thinking we’d spend Christmas Eve with the team and Christmas day with –“

And again, Spencer’s spastic motion cut you off. But this time…

“Oooh, I see Pretty Ricky copping a feel over there.”

Great, now Morgan knew what was going on. You huffed, carefully moving Spencer’s hand away from your chest only to have him flop it back in your lap.

“I think he like’s you, your body is like a magnet to him.”

Damn you and your baritone chuckle, Morgan.

JJ was covering her mouth to hide her smile. “I don’t think he’d be offended if you woke him.”

Before you could answer the hand began to shift and squeeze, tugging you closer to him.

“Hmmm, Y/N.”

With Morgan’s laughter the rest of the everyone’s attention was drawn to you, and you had no idea what to do.

“Tell you what Y/N, if you can last with him on you like that I’ll give you fifty bucks.”

Well, thanks Emily.

You still wouldn’t move him, not even out of liking it now. It was more of a point to make. It didn’t bother you, but them thinking it bothered you, bothered you. By the time you were getting ready to land Spencer had folded himself nearly across your lap, his face pressed into the thin fabric of your shirt, which you could feel a small wetness from what you guessed was him drooling. His arms encircled your waist fully now while one of his legs had tangled with yours. In short, the two of you looked like a mutant pretzel.

“Pretty Boy! Rise and shine! Come greet us and look at the mess you’re in.”

The yelling and the jolt of the jet making contact with the ground was enough to get Spencer to open his eyes. Blinking slowly before becoming large when he realized his position.

“Sleep well, Spence?”

The jeers were enough to get you to roll your eyes, as you patted Spencer’s knee in attempt to tell him it was all right. Everyone filing out before the two of you.

“I guess, you won, Y/N.”

You glared up at Emily as she tossed a fifty in your lap. With the two of you remaining Spencer fidgeted with his hands as he looked to you.

“What did you win?”

“Not waking you up while you did your yoga poses on me.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. Are you mad at me?”

“Not really. Though you do get that they’re going to find out about us pretty soon now.”

“Probably, is that a bad thing?”

“No, I don’t think so, I just wanted to tell them in a better way than you slobbering on me.”

“I do not –“

Giving him a pointed look his mouth clapped shut. “Fine, I just, I can’t help it, you know? Whenever you’re next to me, my body knows somehow that you’re near and wants to be close to you.”

Giving his cheek a kiss, you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend’s neck. “My body likes your body close, it’s the reason I didn’t throw you off.”


Title: Jealous?

Word Count: about 1600

Rating: T

Summary: Spencer gets jealous when a Sheriff hits on the reader.

Requested by: @DeathItself101


    “Prentiss and Morgan, you head over to the ME’s. JJ, Rossi, you go to the crime scene. Reid, Y/N, come with me to the station.” Hotch says from his seat beside Rossi on the jet. You and Spence glance at each other and then back at Hotch, nodding.

    As the plane begins to land, you glance up at the images on the TV screen where Garcia’s face is usually displayed. Instead of her cheerful visage, though, you are caught by the piercing gazes of three dead women, their real eyes replaced by glass ones. You shudder. No matter how often you see creepy, terrible things, you can never seem to get used to them.

“You okay?” Spencer asks, catching your freaked-out expression. You nod, smiling at him weakly.

You hop down the last two steps on the plane’s stairs. Your breasts bounce in a not-too-pleasant way. People always seemed to notice that particular area of your body first. While you considered yourself curvy, you had been called chubby once or twice. Not that you cared all that much.

“I call shotgun!” You cry when you, Spence, and Hotch neared the black SUV you’d be taking. Both Spence and-surprise!- Hotch smiled at your childish actions.

    After a quick drive, you found yourself at the station. Popping the clasp on your seatbelt, you hopped out of the car and followed Hotch and Spence in to meet the Sheriff of the Austen Police Department smoothing your (f/c) shirt as you went.

“Welcome to Texas!” The Sheriff says jovially as Hotch moved forward to shake his hand. “I must say, I thought your team would be bigger.”

“Four of our agents are already investigating.” Hotch replies, moving back so that you could shake hands with the man.

“Hit the ground running, did ya?” He says, with another smile, “I’m Sheriff Hawthorn.”

“That’s Dr. Spencer Reid,” -Spence gave a wave- “and this is Agent Y/L/N.”
Hotch says.

You move forward and shake Hawthorn’s hand. He holds on a little longer than is socially acceptable. This sends a shiver down your spine, and not the good kind.

“I have to say, Miss Y/L/N, if the rest of your team is as good looking as you, I may not be able to focus on this case.” He says, winking at you.

You try to hide the look of disgust that wants to display itself proudly on your face. Instead you try to give him a smile. Your attempt must work, though, because Hawthorn looks delighted. “Can you show us to the area where we’re supposed to set up?”

“Right this way.” He says, putting his hand on your lower back and leading you toward an adjacent room. You glance at Hotch, who is giving you an apologetic look. You glance at Spence, too, but he isn’t looking at you. He’s glaring daggers at Hawthorn. Is he… jealous? You immediately dismiss the idea. He’d never shown anything but platonic affection for you. Besides, anyone could see that you didn’t like Hawthorn. Well, anyone but Hawthorn himself, it seemed.

    Once Hawthorn had left, you began to set up the evidence boards with Spencer. He was very quiet during the whole thing, not even blurting out the random facts you liked so much. So, following his lead, you were silent as well.

    Once the team got back and shared what they’d learned, Hawthorn began to pop in and check on the team’s progress. Each time, he’d stand next to you, just a little too close, putting his hand on your shoulder or lower back. Whenever you passed him, he’d brush up against you, and then pretend it was an accident. He made comments about your appearance, complemented you on your outfits, and made sure to always be wherever you were. What was worse, whenever Spencer saw this, he would scowl and leave the room as fast as possible without a word.

Two days later, once again dodging one of Hawthorn’s advances, you bolted to the team’s assigned room. You had received a text from Morgan that there was a lead, and thus were very excited. Maybe you could crack the case and finally get away from Hawthorn!

As you enter the room, you see the rest of the team putting on their Kevlar vests. You look to Hotch, who is already good to go. He gestures to another vest. You put it on quickly, ready to take this guy down. Your enthusiasm is dampened slightly when Hawthorn sidles up next to you. You sigh.

“Something wrong, sugar?” He asks, using the pet name he’d come up with a day ago.

“Y/N is fine, and no, nothing is wrong.” You say, trying not to snap at him. Even if he is a creep, it wouldn’t reflect well on the FBI if one of their agents shouted at a Sheriff.

Mercifully, you were able to ride with Prentiss and Morgan. Along for the ride was Deputy Smith, a kind faced, quiet man.

“I’m sorry ‘bout the Sheriff, ma'am.” He says, giving you an apologetic look that matched his tone.

“Don’t worry about it.” You say, not wanting to stir up trouble. You give him a smile, though, hoping he doesn’t feel snubbed. During your limited contact with him, you found him to be quite a good man.

Once the SUV has rolled to a stop, you hop out, drawing your gun. The farm you were currently at was once an old plantation, and very secluded. The house in front of you was derelict and dilapidated, looking as if no one lived in it at all. You knew otherwise.

You felt someone come up next to you and almost groaned, thinking it was Hawthorn. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Spencer. You give him a quick smile and start toward the house, Deputy Smith following Spencer.

You knock at the door. “Franklin Wilkes, this is the FBI.” You say. But just as you get the words out, you hear a rapid-fire popping sound and feel something whiz over your shoulder, knocking your hair aside.


You spin around, drawing your gun. Spence stands in front of you, effectively shielding you from bullets. You move forward and to the side, swinging back and forth to try and find the source of the gunfire. You see Hotch and Morgan taking down a man, obviously Franklin Wilkes. You tuck your gun back into it’s holster, but then remember…

“Deputy Smith!” You cry, swinging around. You see him then, lying on the ground, blood pooling around his still body. You know without even having to check his pulse. He’s dead.

You lower your head, closing your eyes to prevent tears from escaping. He was a father. A good man. A kind man. And he’d just died. It was your fault!

“It’s okay, sugar.” Sheriff Hawthorn says from beside you, suddenly way, way too close. Before you can protest, he has you in a hug. You don’t reciprocate it, hoping he’ll get the message. He does, you think, as he begins to pull back. You thank every major deity you can think of that he does, but your gratitude comes to soon. His hands stay high on your sides, his thumbs pressing into the sides of your breasts.

“Please, Sheriff Hawthorn…” You begin, trying to wriggle out of his grasp.

“Please what, sugar?” He asks, as if confused. But the gleam in his small grey eyes says otherwise.

“Let go of me!” You snap, trying to walk away. He holds you tightly, though, making that difficult. You squirm again.

Suddenly, another fair of arms, these familiar, wrap around you from behind. They tug you from Hawthorn’s perverted grasp and pull you into an embrace from behind. You recognize the scent of your savior; a mix of soap and books. Spencer.

“I meant no disrespect, sugar…” He begins.

“The last time I checked, sexual harassment and molestation were crimes. If I were you, Sheriff Hawthorn, I would keep my hands to myself.” Spencer says in a cold, angry voice. His arms keep your back flush against his chest. It’s a totally uncharacteristic gesture on his part, but… you find yourself enjoying it.

    He releases you from his arms and stalks away. You turn and follow, having to jog to catch up with his long-legged strides. You grab him by the arm, pulling him to a stop.

    “Thank you, Spencer.” You say, looking up at him imploringly.

    “No problem.” He says, though his eyes still hold that mystery emotion.

    You decide to push his buttons a little. “Jealous?” You ask with a coy smirk.

    He stares you down for a moment, then grabs your face in his hands and kisses you.

    His lips move passionately, angrily, against yours. You nearly moan at the feeling, wrapping your arms around him and deepening the kiss. You kiss him until you’re both short of breath. Reluctantly, you pull away, unable to breathe.

    He looks down at you, a nervous expression on his face. The Spence you know and love is back. “That was okay, right? I don’t-”

    But he’s interrupted by a voice from behind you. “Finally!”

    You spin around to see Emily and JJ, grinning and high-fiving one another. They’re cheering, and JJ rushed forward and grabs you by the hand, presumably to go have a 'Girl Talk,’ as Pen dubs it.

    You glance behind you. Spencer is having his shoulder clapped by Morgan as Rossi talks adamantly, waving his hands. You smile.

    Maybe jealousy could be a good thing.

Lifelong Struggle

A/N: A request from @teatimewithtiya where the reader has PCOS. Because of that, she doesn’t get her period often, but when she does, it is super irregular and lasts a long time. She’s super sick and doesn’t eat a lot. It’s at the beginning of her relationship with Spencer, so when she consistently goes to the bathroom, he believes she might have an eating disorder. Comfort ensues after he realizes what is actually ailing her. @coveofmemories


“How’re you doing, Spence?” you asked, sitting on the couch with your hot water bottle as you spoke to your boyfriend while he was at work. You’d only started dating Spencer a few of months ago, but this was the first time since you got together that Aunt Flo decided to make an appearance. Damn her. 

Since the age of 14, when you’d first been diagnosed with PCOS, you’d gotten maybe six periods a year, and when you did, you literally felt like your midsection was on fire. You barely ate. You barely moved, only getting up to go to work. You slept constantly. It was awful and painful and nothing seemed to help for the three fucking weeks your body decided to bleed. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “I’ll be out of here in an hour. Did you want to stay in tonight instead of going out?”

“Yea, actually, please,” you said, pressing the bottle firmly to your stomach. “I’m  gonna take a nap, okay. Wake me up when you get here.”

“See you soon.”


About two hours later, Spencer had gotten out of work, gone home to get changed, and showed up at your apartment. “Wake up, babe,” he said, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Do you want me to make you dinner?” You must’ve looked either peaceful or dead because he rarely cooked, which you thought was odd. A mind like his would probably go well with reading exact recipes.

“That’s okay,” you replied, pushing up off the couch as the blanket fell to the floor. “I’m just going to have some jelly on toast. I’m not really in the mood for anything else. I do have leftover lasagna in the freezer if you want to heat it up for yourself though.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked, placing the back of his hand on your forehead. “You haven’t been eating a lot lately and your eyes are really sunken. I don’t want you to get sick.” Too late. Your body was trying to murder you. 

Whenever your period did decide to grace you with its presence, you felt like the grossest lump in the entire world, literally and figuratively heavy with the weight of your hormones. But you stood up and pressed a kiss to his lips. “I’m fine, Spence,” you said softly as you picked up the blanket and wrapped yourself up like a burrito as you walked into the kitchen. “I’m just not hungry.”

You walked into the kitchen and placed two pieces of bread in the toaster after telling Spencer to help himself. You were still tired, but you figured the both of you could eat dinner, or for you what qualified as dinner, while you watched a movie. But first, you needed to go to the bathroom for what was legitimately the 20th or 21st time today and make sure you weren’t bleeding through another two pads. Two at a fucking time. You didn’t know why, but for some reason you didn’t want to tell Spencer you had PCOS yet. It came with a lot of preconceived notions and some realities that you weren’t sure he’d be able to deal with. Last thing you wanted was to bleed in front of him; you weren’t that close yet. 


Spencer was worried about her. He and Y/N hadn’t been dating more than a few months, but as a profiler he couldn’t help but notice certain behaviors. They didn’t indicate anything good. Almost every time she ate, she’d go to the bathroom before and after. She was constantly sick. He assumed that if she had been diagnosed with something, she’d tell him, but if she had an eating disorder, which is what it looked like to him, he figured she might not. It hadn’t taken him long to develop feelings for her, so he felt like he had to say something. He just hoped he was wrong.


After returning from the bathroom, which could’ve looked like a murder scene to anyone who didn’t know better, you grabbed your toast and picked out a jar of strawberry jelly. You didn’t really feel like eating anything, but this did look appetizing. As you sat down on the couch next to Spencer, you felt him stiffen. “You sure you’re okay? You were in there for a while.”

“I’m fine, babe,” you smiled, your eyes feeling heavy as your head rested against his shoulder.

Y/N felt her body rise as Spencer took a deep breath. “I don’t want to make any assumptions,” he said turning you toward him, “But I’m worried about you and I need to say something. If you’re struggling with your eating, or your self-image, or anything, I can put you into contact with someone that can help. You don’t have to do this alone.”

Blinking as you tried to decipher what he was actually talking about, it suddenly dawned on you. “You’re worried I have an eating disorder?” you asked. That was the farthest thing from the truth. You wanted to eat - desperately, but when you felt like this, everything made your stomach turn. You didn’t want to tell Spencer, but you also didn’t want him thinking that you had an untreated problem.

“I don’t have an eating disorder, Spence. I have PCOS,” you said, wondering how he’d react. “I have since I was 14. It’s been a lifelong struggle. It makes me sick a lot, and whenever I get my period I can’t eat that much, I get sick, and that fucker decides to stick around for two-to-three weeks instead of five-to-seven days.”

Breathing a sigh of relief, he wrapped his arm around your shoulder. “Oh, I’m sorry. Why didn’t you tell me? Periods are a completely natural thing you know.”

“I know,” you laughed, grazing your hand up his chest. “It just has a lot of preconceived notions that come with it, so I didn’t want you to run away.”

“What kind of preconceived notions?” he asked confused. “Like trouble having kids?”

You nodded. From the very beginning you knew that Spencer wanted kids, so they idea that you very likely wouldn’t be able to have them was something that weighed on your mind, more so when you started seeing him. “I know you’ve always wanted them.”

“There are plenty of ways to have kids,” he said, burying his nose in your hair. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”

That was a relief. Spencer was unlike any man you’d ever met - the perfect mix of emotional and intelligent. “Thanks, Spence.”

“Do you want me to heat up the hot water bottle again?” he asked as he got up from the couch. Smiling, you reached up to hand it to him and collapse back into the cushion. After putting the heated bottle for a couple of minutes, he returned to the couch. “Come sit on my lap,” he said, lifting you into his arms so you could rest against his chest.

“What if I bleed on you?” you said. The thought petrified you. “You have no idea how much I die when I have my period.”

“It’s blood,” he laughed. “I’ll live. You look like you could use a cuddle, so I’ll deal with the consequences.”

Leaning back, you lifted your hand up and caressed the side of his face. “I know we’ve only been dating for a few months…but I kinda like you a lot.”

“I kinda like you a lot too,” he said, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. “No matter what.”

The Storm

here’s a drabble i decided to do before bed. I’m going to take a break from Strange Recruit. I’ll just be posting one shots and drabbles for a while. thanks and i hope you enjoy!

You sat alone in the dimly lit room. Tears decorated your face as the light from the candles reflected off of them. You curled up on the couch with your favorite sweater. You sat in utter silence. The storm that had taken the power out, reflected out you felt.

Your last case ended in a suicide. The unsub was only 16. His parents had abandoned him when he was only 6. He spent his whole life trying to get back at them, with his first victim being a surrogate for his father and mother. It was a gruesome case. What killed you though, was that he was so young. He had his whole life ahead of him, even if he was going into prison. Suddenly, you heard the doorknob rattle.

Knock knock. You slowly slid up from the couch and sombered over to the door. You opened it and it let out a loud creaking sound.

“Hey, (Y/N).” said your colleague, best friend, and your crush, Spencer Reid. You gave him a slight smile. He must have gotten the memo because he came in and gave you a long hug.

"I know this case was hard. I’m sorry.” he mumbled into your hair as his face was buried in it. You let out a small sob.

"He was just, so young. Ya know?” you stifled. You felt his head nod. The storm roared outside. Trees bending, the wind howling like a vicious animal, the raindrops smacking the window in full force.

"It’s so cold, Spence.” you muttered, hoping he would pull you closer.

Instead, he shuffled over to the futon which sat by the couch, never breaking the hug. He leaned down and pulled the futon out into a bed and pulled you down on it with him. He grabbed the empty shell of blankets from where you were sitting before he came, and wrapped them around the both of you. You nuzzled into his side as his arm crept around you to pull you close. You suddenly felt a soft sensation of the top of your head. Spencer’s lips planted a couple of kisses on your head before looking you into the eyes.

"You know I love you, right? And I want a relationship with you that’s more than platonic.” he smiled softly. You nodded your head and planted a small kiss on his nose.

"Okay, Spence. But first, I need sleep.” you said with a yawn. He slowly arose from the bed and blew all of the candles out. He took off his shoes and jacket and laid back down.

"Sounds fine by me.” he said as he wrapped his long arms around your torso.

You slowly drifted off to sleep, even though the storm was violent and loud. Spencer’s presence made it so calm and quiet, almost as if the Earth had paused its outcry just so you two could sleep in peace.

Originally posted by toyboxboy

Hero - reid x reader

@amichaelgirl requested: 97 with Spencer Reid

“I don’t need a hero, I need a husband.”

Originally posted by sweetg

Working with your husband made your job worse and better at the same time. Worse because it made you worry uncontrollably for Reid’s safety, but better because you understood each other on a whole other level than most couples did. If there was a tough case, you each had someone to talk to who knew what you meant.

Currently, working together was making your job worse. Spencer was too impulsive sometimes. It could be dangerous.

The case you were working took place in a town in the middle of nowhere, meaning that everyone knew everyone and they all wanted to protect each other. There were also endless amounts of barns, farms, and abandoned houses, perfect for an unsub to hold someone hostage, as they were doing right now.

Garcia was digging like she’d never dug before and found a connection between a man with a record that fit the profile, and the newest victim that had been abducted. She also found that the unsub’s father owned a farm that had been abandoned after he passed away. 

The unsub had been left out and bullied as a child, he was abused and neglected. After taking a look inside his past, it was no wonder he turned out troubled.

The team and others were armed outside of the barn that the unsub was in, along with his victim. You were standing next to Spencer with your gun raised towards the large open doors. 

“I can talk him out of it,” Spencer said to Hotch, “I really think I can. He’s holding a gun to the victim’s head and we can’t get a clear shot, just let me try to talk him out of it.” he pleaded. You kept quiet, of course you didn’t want him to go in, but so long as he was armed and wearing his vest, he knew what to do.

However, after Hotch approved of it, Spencer began to take off his vest and put his gun down. “Spence!” you shouted as he ran closer to the madness, refusing to look at you.

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