spencer reid sleeping

Sleeping In

Anonymous requested a day off with Spencer :)

“Spencer,” I whispered, shaking his shoulder gently. He’d fallen asleep in the car on the way home and, while he looked incredibly peaceful and I hated to wake him, we’d arrived and I had no choice. He blinked owlishly up at me and I smiled slightly. 

“Come on, sleepyhead, let’s get upstairs and go to bed,” I said softly. He nodded slowly and followed me, tangling his fingers up with mine as we went inside. In the elevator on the way upstairs, he yawned and leaned his head on my shoulder, even though he had to slump down against the wall to be low enough. I chuckled lightly and kissed his head. 

“Why am I so sleepy?” he groaned. 

“It’s been a rough week, Spence,” I replied softly as I unlocked our door. “You and I both need this day off tomorrow.” 

“Mmhmm,” he agreed, and I smiled as he shed his shirt and pants and shoes, not even bothering to put on pajamas before he crawled into our bed in just his mismatched socks and underwear. 

By the time I had changed and made sure everything was in order in the house, Spencer was sound asleep. He barely stirred when I crawled into bed beside him, curling close to his chest. 

As sunlight streamed through the curtains in our bedroom, I turned to look at my husband, sleeping soundly, his skin warm and his curls a mess. I gently leaned in and kissed his forehead and he stirred slightly, blinking his eyes as he awoke and smiled at me sleepily. 

“Morning,” he said, his voice warm and scratchy with sleep. 

“Good morning,” I murmured. I was moving to get out of the bed, but Spencer reached out and wrapped his long fingers imploringly around my wrist. I glanced back and found pleading eyes. 

“Don’t,” he begged. “We don’t have to go anywhere today, (Y/N), just stay with me.” 

“Aren’t you hungry?” I laughed. He shook his head. 

“No. I just want to snuggle with you,” he replied and I smiled. The man who once had refused to even shake my hand, and now all he wanted to do was cuddle with me. I couldn’t refuse those puppy-dog eyes, though, and I settled back into the warm sheets as Spencer pulled me close to him, his body a comforting weight in the mattress. 

“You good?” he asked, his breath brushing the skin on my cheek as it washed over my ear. I nodded contentedly as he held me close. 

“You?” I asked. 

“Perfect,” he sighed. 

We didn’t get out of bed until almost noon, when we went into the kitchen and made waffles. We moved around our kitchen with a practiced ease that came from the comfort and familiarity we had with each other. We sat down across from each other to eat, laughing and talking about nothing important. 

“Hey, you want to do something fun?” he asked. I looked at him, feigning suspicion. 

“Depends on your definition of ‘fun’, Dr.Reid,” I teased. 

“Want to build a fort?” he asked. I laughed and nodded my head. 

“Yes,” I replied. “That is my kind of fun.” 

An hour later, with Spencer’s equations and my creativity, we had build a blanket fort worthy of awards, which stretched out over all the living room furniture, which had been rearranged in such a way that would allow for maximum space and comfort. The blankets we hadn’t used to build the fort were piled inside, along with a battery-operated lamp and all of our spare pillows. We’d laid down our sleeping bags as well, and the result of it all was a relatively large and comfortable, cozy space big enough for the two of us to curl up together. Eager and excited, we crawled into the fort on our knees. When we got inside, I noticed Spencer rubbing his knee and shot him a concerned look. I replaced his hand with mine when he pulled away, putting light pressure on the joint. 

“You okay?” I asked. He nodded and gave me a small smile. 

“Still hurts sometimes,” he explained. “I’m good, though.” 

“Maybe you’re just getting old,” I teased, and he stared at me for a moment, a mischievous look in his hazel eyes. 

“You’re going to pay for that one, Mrs.Reid,” he warned, and picked up a pillow, which he used to hit me. I laughed and picked up a pillow of my own, returning the blow. Soon, we were both laughing and shrieking as we hit one another with the pillows we’d stocked our fort with. After a while, I flopped breathlessly onto his chest and he laughed. 

As I rolled off of him, my foot caught one of the blankets and it fell down on top of us. 

“You tore down our roof!” he said, his voice muffled by the blanket. I giggled and burrowed under it until I was face to face with my husband. I smiled slightly and leaned in to press my lips to his, watching his lashes flutter closed, tasting the sweetness of the cream he’d used on his waffles that lingered on his lips. 

“Then I guess we’ll have to rebuild,” I murmured. 

“Mmm, maybe later,” he replied, and I laughed as he flipped me over so that he was lying on top of me and kissed me again.

I decided he was right- the fort could wait. 

Dating Spencer Reid:

○ When you can’t sleep you always ask him to list random facts because his smoothing voice and the randomization usually helps you drift off. You also always listen to his rants when none of the team will
○ If you’re on the BAU jet Spencer usually brings a book and if the two of you read it together, he always slows down his internal reading so you can keep up
○ He was nervous to introduce you to his mom but she ended up loving you and said you were quiet the catch
○ He really tried to engage in some of the things you love, even if they’re out of his comfort zone and you try to share some of his loves eg Halloween
○ Playing card games, making sure he doesn’t cheat and him also being flabbergasted when you sometimes beat him
○ Him performing magic tricks for you and never revealing how he did it
○  You’re the person he can open up to, about anything 
○ He leaves you riddles or puzzles around the house/office to solve, they’re little games you play and he’ll give you hints if you’re stuck

Undercover (Spencer Reid x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys! I really liked this idea and I loved how it turned out! Also as soon as my requests opened, I got lots of requests so that will keep me busy!

Warnings: smut

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Prompt: where Spencer watches the reader go undercover as a stripper and he gets really into it and ends up showing her just how much when they get back home

Requested By: anon

Upcoming Imagine: the reader is a dancer…

Tags: @dontshootmespence @reidbyers @reidoneshots @hotchnerfuckmeup @crimindsaspe

You stood behind stage, a black silk robe clinging to your body as you prepared for the show.

You knew there would be many eyes on you, the UnSub being one of them, but the skimpy outfit you wore gave you a sense of confidence that kept your head high.

The plan was for you to undercover as a stripper at the same club that strippers were going missing from, and according to your boyfriend Spencer’s calculations, today was his hunting day. Once you were done with your dance, you were supposed to act gullible, let him take you out back where the team was, and have him arrested under low circumstances.

Other than the fact that multiple strangers’ eyes will be on you, you felt pretty ready.

Spencer, JJ, and your best friend Luke will be scanning the crowd for the UnSub and making sure the plan goes accordingly.

You heard the announcer cue your entrance, and the curtains flew open and you strutted out.

You immediately spotted the mop of curls that belonged to your boyfriend and you felt your confidence go up.

People cheered and begged for you to take the robe off, so you started to undo the knot tied at your stomach.

You let the silk fall to the floor and the crowd erupted and money started to get strewn across the stage.

You walked your way to the long pole and swung around it slowly, giving people a tease.

As you came back around, your eyes met Spencer’s.

While preparing for your undercover role, you were almost positive Spencer was going to be jealous with all of these other men catcalling and worshiping you as he had to lay low.

But when you made eye contact with Spencer, you didn’t see jealousy in his eyes, it was desire and lust.

You used that as motivation to get on your knees and crawl to the end of the stage, keeping eye contact with your boyfriend the whole time.

You swung your head to the music before lying on the ground, thrusting your hips upward, making the men whistle and holler.

As the song came to an end, so did your dance.

By the end, you could tell you will be sore in the morning, and your skin was glistening with sweat.

You sat a few chairs away from Luke and he nodded at you, meaning the UnSub was near and approaching you.

“Hey doll.” You heard a raspy voice say behind you.

You turned around and flashed him a smile. “Hey.”

“Can I buy you a drink?” He asked sitting next to you.

“Sure.” You said twirling your hair and glancing over at Luke, who finished his drink before talking in his mic.

You heard the sound of glass on wood as the UnSub set a shot glass in front of you.

You made sure you sat next to a plant so when he threw back his shot, you did too, in the plant.

After a few more ‘shots’, he asked said “Let’s get out of here.”

You clamped your robe around you and held your free hand out, stumbling as you pretended to be drunk.

You felt his hand wander down to your ass, and then you heard footsteps following you.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Spencer following you and the UnSub.

As soon as he opened the back door, you heard the click of a gun and Spencer say “let her go.”

The UnSub noticed the trap he walked into and held you tighter.

Spencer saw him reach in his pocket, and before he could pull out his knife, he Spencer grabbed both of his arms and slammed the front of the UnSub’s body against the building before cuffing him.

You were phased by how aggressive that was of Spencer to do, but boy did it turn you on.

Luke took the man to the police car and you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist, making you gasp.

“It’s just me, are you okay?” He said stepping in front of you.

You nodded and hugged him. “Good job showing him who I belong to.” You said pulling away from the hug with a smirk.

“I’ll be sure to remind you as well who you belong to.” He whispered in your ear before holding him close to you as you both walked to the squad car.


When you arrived to your hotel room, Spencer immediately locked the door and pinned you to the back of it, kissing down your neck as you pulled his hair.

His teeth scraped your pulse point, forcing a moan from your throat as you pushed your hips out to meet his.

When your hips met his, he thrusted forward, hard, sending you into the door again before pinning your hands above your head.

“You looked so good up on that stage Y/N.” He whispered. “With all of those men looking at you, not a single one knew who you belonged to. They didn’t know that… all those dollar bills can’t pay the same amount of pleasure I’m going to give you right… now.” He said before picking you up and gently lying you on the bed.

He pulled the robe from your shoulders and stared at the dark lingerie clinging to your body.

“You’re so gorgeous.” He said. “But I’m going to need you to help me take this off.” He said, making you laugh to yourself. It is a task to take this thing off.

You turned around so he could undo the bra. which was probably the easiest part to taking the lace off of your body.

You started undoing the clips and clasps, slowly letting the fabric peel from your body.

Once it was all off and in some corner of the hotel room, you started to undo his tie.

“I dont think its fair with the amount of clothes you have on.” You said taking the tie loop off from around his head.

You started undoing the buttons of his shirt quickly, throwing it in a pile with the rest of your clothes.

Once he was left in his boxers, he lied you down and started kissing your breasts, one hand squeezing your left one while the other arm was wrapped around your back.

He hummed into your skin before rolling you over on your stomach.

You could feel his eyes on your ass as his fingers traced down your back, ever so lightly grazing your skin.

You and Spencer have never had sex doggy style, but that was about to change tonight.

“Can you get on your hands and knees right here for me?” He asked sweet and innocently, the words rolling off his tongue like silk.

You complied, shuddering at the position and knowing what was about to happen next.

He discarded his boxers and sheathed himself with a condom before grabbing your hips tightly.

He entered you quickly, sending a quiet squeak to erupt your throat, that Spencer enjoyed greatly.

“You take me so good darling.” He said reaching to your chest and pinching your left nipple between his long fingers.

“Spencer please move!” You begged as you pushed your hips further into him.

He smirked before thrusting out slow and in fast, the pace that you loved he chose when having sex.

His other arm hooked beneath your hips as he held you tight against him.

His thrusts made your boobs bounce, leaving his mouth watering as he stared down at you.

Your knuckles were turning white at how hard you were gripping the sheets so you let your face lie in the pillow as your fingers slowly moved to your aching clit, desperate for attention. 

Spencer noticed that you were touching yourself and he grabbed both of your hands and pinned them to the bed in front of you, making you yelp into the pillow.

“It’s my job to make you feel good. Am I not doing a good job?” He asked roughly as he thrusted in and out of you.

“N-not enough.” You murmured into the pillow. “Faster, harder. please.” You begged as drool spilled from your lip onto the pillow.

Still pinning your hands to the bed, he thrusted harder into you as he placed kisses to your back.

You moaned uncontrollably into the pillow as you arched your back more, the new angle making his tip strike your g-spot with every thrust.

“Spencer! I’m so close!” You yelled into the pillow as you ground your hips back into his, causing even more delicious friction.

Your legs started trembling against Spencer’s, the feeling of you squeezing around him sending him into an unexpected orgasm.

The sounds of his moans into your back was enough to send to over the edge next, moaning into the pillow as you released around his cock.

He pulled out of you and discarded of his condom before returning to bed, where you lied a panting mess.

Spencer crawled into bed next to you before pulling you close to him, your body limp and jelly-like from the most intense orgasm you have ever experienced.

“Are you okay baby?” He asked pulling the cool blanket over your naked body.

“Yeah I’m great.” You said with a huff. “That was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had just FYI.” You said with a euphoric smile.

Spencer smiled proudly as he nuzzled his head into your shoulder and you both fell into a deep sleep.




Prompt: the reader, who is pregnant with Spencer’s child, is restless because their baby is always kicking, so she fall asleep in the middle of a meeting with the team.



You were sitting on the couch, reading an old Spencer’s book. One hand was holding the book, while the other was resting on your 6 months pregnant belly. 
It was almost 2 in the morning and your daughter, like the three days before, didn’t want you to fall asleep. To keep her calm from kicking, you had to caress her, but that meant to deprive yourself of sleep.
She liked to feel your or Spencer’s hand on her and you liked it too, but everything has a limit.

Your mind were so concentrated in then words of the book that you could barely hear your husband’s voice.

“(y/n), what are you doing here? You should be in the bed, asleep.” he said sitting next to you, placing a hand over your belly. Of course, your baby kicked him.

“You can’t even imagine how much I’d love to sleep, but your daughter is kicking me all time. It is annoying.”

Spencer laughed softly, enjoying that kick from the love of his life. But then he stood up silently, heading the bedroom. You followed him, asking why he woke up in the middle of the night.

“Garcia sent us a message. There is a case, didn’t you know?”

You were shocked.

“No, my telephone is off. But killers should have a break in my opinion. Are never they tired?”

Apparently, they were not.
When you arrived at the Bureau, everyone were already there.
Seeing your obvious tiredness, Aaron asked you if you were able to work.
Since the day you told the team you were going to be a mom, he was always worried about you.
But you wanted to work, so you told him you were able to.

Sitting in the conference room, you were looking at the screen, seeing all the murder pics while Garcia was talking, when your eyes begun to close. You tried to fight it, but at the end your weakness won.
Derek, who was sitting next to you, tried to wake you up, but Hotch stopped him.

“Let her sleep.” he said for then looking at your husband “Spencer, take her home and be sure of her getting rest. You can help us from home.”

He smiled, thanked your chief and, before to wake you up with a kiss, he waited for Penelope to be done with the presentation of the case.

A soft kiss on your lips woke you.

“Umh, I am awake!” You almost shouted, full of embarrassment.

He laughed at your sleepy voice.

“Now you are. Chicago is not waiting for us.”

“What do you mean?”

“Now we’ll go home and sleep. We’ll work on the case from here. Hotch said it.”

“But I can work, I still have time to be on the field.”

“No love, you have time to be on the bed, getting some rest. Now go, we can cuddle under the warm sheets. Then, I’ll caress our little lady to let you sleep.”

Doctors Hug(Spencer Reid/Reader)

Originally posted by toyboxboy

Pairing: Spencer Reid/Reader
Words: 570+
Warning(s): Murder mention
A/N: yey my first fic for my tol son spence ^-^
Request: i saw youre watching CM and i was wondering if you could do a spencer reid oneshot where the reader goes through a rough case and he comforts her?

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Mountain Dew (Spencer Reid x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys! This is for @bookofreid . Last time I submitted the wrong fic oops 😂 anyways I had fun writing this and I hope you like it!
Warnings: overcaffinated Spencer coming your way
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Prompt: drabble with “your going to be the death of me”
Request: ❌
Upcoming Imagine: Reader admits her feelings to Spencer…
Spencer came into the apartment with a pizza box in one hand and a 2 liter of Mountain Dew in the other.
You immediately got off the couch and helped him.
“Thanks.” He said kissing you on the lips.
You and Spencer agreed on having a movie night with pizza to take some stress off of his shoulders, and it was about to start now that the pizza was here.
You set the box on the table and he grabbed two glasses.
“You never get Mountain Dew.” You pointed out the new choice in soda he picked out.
“Believe it or not I’ve never had it, and I know it’s your favorite.” He said taking a piece of pizza out of the box.
“You’ve never had Mountain Dew?!” You say in shock before giving him a glass full.
He took a sip and contemplated for a second, before nodding and taking another sip.
You turned on Captain America: The Winter Solider, since it was Spencer’s choice to pick the movie this time.
Spencer poured himself another glass of pop, making your eyes widen.
“Already? Spencer you drank that whole glass in like two minutes.” You said taking a bite of pizza.
“It’s reaalllyy good.” He said sipping his glass.
You decided to let it slide as you curled into his arm and started watching the movie.
But, about every 5 or so minutes, Spencer would pour himself another glass.
“Spencer that’s your fifth glass!” You said noticing that nearly half of the bottle was gone.
“It’s so good!” He said drinking half of the glass at once.
You took notice in his extra fidgeting and his dilated pupils.
“I think that’s enough.” You said laughing as you reached for the bottle.
“Uh no, I want more.” He said taking it.
“Spencer you have a sugar high!” You said trying to take the bottle but his long arms restricted you from reaching it.
He giggled like a child as you tried to reach for it.
He sprung up and started running away with the bottle.
“Spencer get back here!” You yelled running after him.
“Neevvveerrr!” He yelled as he laughed.
You chased him around the couch and when you were behind it, he threw the bottle on the chair closest to him.
You ran around the couch to get to the chair but he picked you up and threw you on the couch, all in the midst of him having a laughing fit.
He started peppering your face in kisses as you tried to get him off of you.
“Spencer get off of me!” You said giggling as he attacked you.
He laid down on the inside of the couch and held you from behind, wrapping his arms and legs around you.
“You are going to be the death of me.” You said as you tried to escape his tight grip.
“I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen, by hoolding you so you neevver leave.” He said holding you tighter.
“How come this doesn’t happen when you drink coffee?” You ask still struggling to release from his hold.
“Because soda and coffee have two different caffeine’s and Mountain Dew has the most caffeine out of any other pop. And I use natural sugar in my coffee and the sugars in pop are a lot more effective and they are soo yummy.” He said quickly, gently rocking your body with his.
“Spencer we are going to fall off…”
Before you could finish your sentence, you both fell off the couch landing on the hard floor as the movie played in the background.
“Oooo this is a good part.” Spencer said turning you towards the TV as he clung to you.
“Spencer let me go.” You whined.
“Can I have more if I do?” He whispered.
“Sure.” You said with an idea.
As soon as he let go of you, you grabbed the bottle and started sprinting towards your bedroom, him following you close behind.
As soon as you got into the bedroom, he plowed you over and onto the bed as he laid on top of you, the bottle now lost on the floor somewhere.
You both breathed heavily, trying to catch your breathes from the major chase.
“This is why my mom never let me drink pop.” Spencer said as you saw his eyes close as he laid his head on your chest.
You were in an extremely uncomfortable position, both of your legs were dangling off the bed but Spencer didn’t seem to mind.
You started to move over, letting him lay on the bed in the absurd position, but when you left, he whined your name.
You lied across the bed like a normal person and held your arms open.
His sleepy body crawled over to yours, resuming where he left off as he laid his head in your lap and his arms wrapped around your waist.
You smiled as you ran your hands through his soft hair as he came down from his sugar high and fell into a deep sleep.

anonymous asked:

Headcannon for Reid comforting someone after a nightmare

If this isn’t the sweetest thing idk what is

So I feel like it would be after an incredibly hard case and he would immediately know that you were more affected than others and so he’d offer to come over and stay with you as long as you needed. Usually, you’d refuse such an offer but you really didn’t want to be alone and so you’d oblige. He’d, of course, take the couch even after you offered him the bed. He’d stay up reading through his books he’d brought making sure he was ready to comfort you when you needed, so when he heard faint screams and shuffling coming from your room he got up and ran into your bedroom. He found you in a daze, sweat covering your body as you mumbled words, tears streaming down your face. He’d sit on the edge of your bed and take you in his arms, whispering sweet words before grabbing a wet cloth and dabbing it against your forehead.  He’d wait until you were calm enough and tucked you back, getting ready to leave before you grabbed his hand. “Please stay with me,” you’d whisper, his heart swelling at your expression, sliding in the bed next to you, cradling you in his arms. His steady heartbeat causing you to drift off into a deep sleep.

I Don’t Want to Be Alone

A lil Spencer x Reader fic I wrote for my good friend @spencescurls ❤️

Amy had been up later than usual tonight, working on her latest novel. It was half past 3 when her phone started to buzz on her desk.

Strange, she never got calls this late. She glanced at the phone, seeing her boyfriend Spencer’s bright smiling face on the screen, and knew it must’ve been urgent. He was still on a case. He wouldn’t call this late. Her mind started to race with worries.

“Spence?” She answered softly. The line stayed quiet.

“Spencer? What’s wrong, baby?” she asked again.

“I.. I couldn’t save her.. she was looking right at me and.. I couldn’t..” His voice was shaky, on the verge of tears.

“Spencer, baby, it’s okay. It’s not your job to save everybody..” you started, but he quickly cut you off.

“No, it IS though,” he snapped. “It is my job to save them. What else am I here for?” He sounded all choked up.

Amy knew she had to get over there fast. Spencer was breaking down. She’d never seen him like this before.

Without hesitation, she got up and rushed to her closet to change out of her pajamas. She threw on the first clothes her fingers touched, a pair of jeans and Spencer’s old Caltech hoodie.

“Please, Amy,” his soft voiced cracked and it shattered her heart. “I don’t want to be alone..”

“I’m already on my way, pretty boy. I’m coming for you. Just sit tight, I’ll be there in ten,” her soft confident voice soothing him instantly.

He thanked her and hung up, curling up on the couch to wait. Cases didn’t usually get to him like this. In fact, they almost never got to him at all. But this case was.. special.

Amy grabbed her car keys and dashed to her car. It was late so the streets were empty, and their apartment buildings were only a block away from each other.

She sped down the dimly lit streets, going 80 in a 50 mph zone.
Her heart beating in her ears, her mind racing the whole time.
Spencer never seemed phased by anything, whatever he saw must’ve really shaken him up.

When she got to his apartment, she found him half asleep on his couch, clutching a book in his arms. The Narrative of John Smith, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

It all made sense to her now. Maeve.

Amy kneeled down beside her sleepy boyfriend on the couch and reached her hand out to gently caress his face. “Spence, honey. I’m here, baby..”

He opened his eyes and without missing a beat, he reached his arms out and wrapped them around Amy. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to be alone. I didn’t know who else to call.”

“Shh, don’t. Don’t apologize. I’m glad you called me.” She ran her fingers through his hair brushing it out of his face. “I’m right here, handsome.” He pulled her up onto the couch and into his lap, burying his face in her neck.
“Thank you,” he sighed softly.

He rested his cheek on her shoulder, and she rested her chin on his head. And they sat there embracing for a long moment, enjoying the comfort of each other’s safety.

Spencer calmed down almost instantly just by being in Amy’s presence. His beautiful girlfriend was so bright and full of life, warmth radiated from her.
She was just what he needed to see when coming home from another horrendous murder case.
She was the reason he still had faith in humanity.

She was the only person capable of comforting Spencer in times like these. He felt safe in her soft embrace. Safe enough to talk about the demons in his mind.

“She reminded me of her, so much,” he began, softly whimpering in her arms.

“The unsub, he was suffering a psychotic break. He thought this poor woman was his deceased ex wife. He took her hostage, and I tried.. I tried to talk him down. I tried to reason with him, but he.. he shot her anyway.. right in front of me..” he was sobbing now, tears streaming from his big brown eyes.

Amy pulled him into her lap, laying back on the couch so he could lie comfortably between her legs.
His face buried in her chest as he cried, and she tried to console him.

“I know baby, I know.” She cooed, rubbing his back in soft circles.
“But she’s not Maeve. And this wasn’t your fault, none of it.”

She ran her fingers slowly through his long curls. She knew how much he loved it when she stroked his hair. His arms were wrapped so tightly around her waist, as if he was afraid she’d be ripped away from him at any moment.

Amy could tell her boyfriend was exhausted. She reached down to wipe the tears from his sleepy eyes, and he sighed in relief at the feeling of her touch.

“Come on, sweetie. Let’s get you to bed..” She helped the boy up to his feet, and together they stumbled to his bedroom.

Spencer was so exhausted he fell right into bed. Amy chuckled quietly at her sleepy boyfriend and helped him out of his clothes.

She quickly unbuttoned his shirt and then his pants, folding them up and placing them aside, leaving him in his little purple briefs and mismatched socks.

Then she shimmied out of her own pants and crawled into bed beside her beautiful sleeping boy. His arms automatically reaching out for her and pulling her close to his chest, secure in his arms.

“Goodnight, Amy Reid.. I love you” he mumbled quietly before placing a kiss on her forehead.

“And I love you, Spencer Reid. Sleep well, sweetheart.”

She kissed his smooth chest and curled up to him, and together they drifted peacefully to sleep.

And for the first night in a long time, Spencer had no nightmares. Only the sweetest dreams of his beloved Amy.

No Sleep// Spencer Reid x Reader drabble

The coffee shop was excruciatingly slow that morning. It was the morning after New Years and most people were asleep in their comfortable beds, just waiting to wake up and face the unavoidable hangover that would no doubt accompany them throughout the day.

And yet here you were, sober as hell, working the morning shift. You had stayed in the night before and opted to simply watch the New Years celebrations on television instead of going out. Working with a hangover wasn’t something you wanted to do.

The door opened and a chime let you know a customer had just walked through the door. You turned and smiled at the man.

“Hey Spencer. I thought government agents had the day off today,” you commented as you prepared his drink. You already knew it by heart after he had been coming in for years now. Black coffee with five sugars.

“Hey Y/N. We did but evil never takes a day off,” he replied with a sigh. You handed him the coffee. “On me. Because you’re out saving the world when you should be sleeping.”

He took the coffee gratefully and flashed you a smile. You grinned and went back to cleaning the latte machine as he made his way to the door.

“Hey Y/N,” he called out as he grabbed the door handle. You turned back around to see him looking anxious. “Would you like to grab a cup of coffee when I get back?”

You raised an eyebrow at his question, briefly gesturing to your surroundings with an amused smile. He grinned, embarrassed as his cheeks turned a light shade of pink.

“Right. You work at a coffee place. How about dinner then?” He asked hopeful. You nodded your head with a smile.

“Dinner sounds good.”


Warning: None

Words: 724

Relationship: Spencer Reid x Reader

Notes: You know when you are just about to fall asleep, then you get an idea that you just have to write before you can sleep? Yeah. Please enjoy “Names”.

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Alone- Spencer Reid

Originally posted by toyboxboy

You reach out, wrapping your fingers Spencer’s thin wrist. He pauses, turning around to stare at you through furrowed brows.

“Are you okay?” He asks. He doesn’t meet your eyes, scanning your body for any sign of injury. You don’t respond, blushing as you look down at the blankets surrounding the lower half of your body.

Everyone around you was dying, all because of you. You don’t know what you did, or why the stalker chose you, but he did and now he’s killing everyone you’re close to.

You’re afraid. More than you ever have been.

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Sleep spence…

He hadn’t slept longer then maybe 2 hours a night since being locked away in this hell hole. The only thing letting him get those 2 hours was imagining your face, your hands moving over his hair slowly a soft smile.

He swore at times he could hear close his eyes and hear your voice, soft and caring. You were his safe place his only safety left in the world.

And so he laid his head on the pillow his eyes staring forward. Sighing he closed his eyes imagining you walking forward, in his far too big for you tee shirt kneeling down face near his, he swore he could smell your natural scent. Feel your fingers through his hair.

‘Spencer…..you need to sleep…i know its hard…but just hold on for me…just a little bit longer….we’ll get you out….i promise…but for now…sleep…’

He felt the tears prink his eyes wishing to lean into your touch. But he knew you weren’t really there…

Sighing he heard your soft humming as he slipped into an unrestful sleep.

'Soon angelfish…sleep for now…sleep’

Can’t Sleep|Spencer Reid

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Imagine: you can’t sleep because of flashbacks from your past and the fact you’re worried about Spencer on a dangerous assignment.

Warnings: mentions of kidnapping,

Smut or fluff: FLUFF FOR SURE ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

You roll over in bed. This is ridiculous. You try to sleep but every time you do, without Spencer, you get flashbacks of your kidnapping. I let out a heavy sigh and turn on family guy. You don’t care if you get tired at this point. Its better then being all paranoid at work. The bed feels so empty without Spencer, so big, so cold. “it seems today that all ya see is violence in movies and sex on TV” you softly sing. The distraction isn’t working. you talked to Spence a few hours ago and he said the case involved a bunch of kids which scares you the most. You just want to know he’s okay.


A few episodes go by and you look over at the clock radio. ‘12:30?!’ you think to yourself. 'Are you kidding me?’ About 5 minutes go by and you were too distracted to hear your apartment and bedroom doors open. “Y'know” a voice says. Sounds like Spencer. You look up and there’s a dark silhouette in the open door frame. “Watching TV before bed makes you think its day because of the bright light emitting from the screen itself. Plus it stimulates your brain making you not want to sleep and you’ll completely regret it the next day”. You laugh and say “it helps me sleep. I don’t know why. It just does”. Spencer emerges from the shadows and says “I thought that was my job”. You scoot over and he climbs into bed with you. He wraps his arms around you and kisses your forehead. There’s a small silence until you fill it with the question on your mind for what seems like an eternity “Are the kids okay, Spence?” He laughs and says “Yeah, love. They turned out okay. Now sleep. No need to worry, I’m here now”