#i need spencer reid

[rianavi]

nightmare (spencer reid x reader)

spencer reid x fem!reader

summary: spencer shows up at your door late at night, hoping that you can somehow calm him down from his nightmare

contains: comfort/hurt, fluff, angst (if you squint), reader and spencer arent dating yet, mutual pining, obsession, nightmares, talk of murder

wc: 0.5k just a short drabble

Your sat at your couch, mug of tea in hand while you flip through the pages of your book.

This was something you’ve down your whole career. Working with the BAU meant a lot of stressful cases and sights. Sometimes all you needed was to relax and escape into the fantasy world of Faerie.

You had just marked your page and began to get ready for bed when you heard a knock at the door.

Your surprised when you find Spencer standing at your door, hands intertwined in front of him while he rocks on his heels.

“Spencer? What’s going on? Come on in.” You open the door fully and gesture him in. Locking the door behind him.

He stands in front of you, hands twitching and ears flushed red. “I, uh, didn’t know where else to go.”

You notice the slight tremble in his voice, even when he covers it with a cough.

Worried you hesitantly grab his hand and pull him over to the couch. You sat down putting some distance between the two of you and let go of his hand, knowing he has a thing for germs.

You miss the frown on his face before he clears his throat and begins speaking. “I had a dream. A bad one.”

He looks up at you and takes in the warmth and nurturing feeling that radiates from you. “Do you wanna talk about it?” You ask, leaning into the arm of the couch and pulling a blanket over your bare legs.

“Um, it was about the case. Except it was you who had gone in instead of Hotch. It wasn’t just some cuts and scrapes either, you had gotten shot. In the hospital, the doctors told us that you wouldn’t make it.” He whispers the last part and looks down at his hands while they fiddle with the frayed ends of his sweater.

“Spencer, it’s okay to have nightmares, everyone does. Hell even Hotch does. I’m alright, I’m alive and well, sitting right here.” I grab his hand and look into his eyes.

“I’m okay.”

“But what if you’re not? What if someday you get hurt and- and you don’t come back.” He moves his hands around frantically before staring at you.

“What if you don’t come back to me?” He whispers, voice trembling and hands grabbing at yours.

The sight makes your heart break and you immediately grab onto his wrists, mindful not to hurt him.

“Spencer you listen to me. I am okay, I am alive, and I will always come back to you. There’s a reason we go in with backup and spend time planning. I promise you Spencer I won’t go away.”

You stare into his eyes and slide your hands into his. “Besides it’s not that easy to get rid of me.”

He smiles at you and shuffles forward wrapping his arms around your waist.

Taken aback you freeze, your hands hover over his back and your breath hitches.

Before he takes your halt in the wrong way, you wrap your arms around his neck while he burries his face into your neck, enjoying your warmth.

“Thank you.” He whispers softly into your hair.

The rain against your window seems to match up with his breathing.

[le0ni318]

ovulating and watching spencer reid edits in public is a dangerous mixture

[briefkittenearthquake]

I like my men smart

[4ever-feral]

The hottest thing a man can do is be a awkward little nerd 

[aliteralsemicolon]

Thinking about how Spencer takes care of you when you're too exhausted to take care of yourself.

He walks into your bedroom to find you on the brink of sleep, carelessly curled up on your end of the bed and his brows raise in slight concern as he scans you. You couldn't even be bothered to change out of your day clothes. He chuckles lightly at the sight, as he makes his way to you.

"Baby?" He gently calls to you, rubbing your calf with his hand as he takes a seat next to your legs. You're unable to respond to the sound of his voice despite hearing it. He tries again, this time kneeling on the floor next to your head.

"Angel?" His fingers lightly brush through your hair as he whispers near your ear.

"Hmm?" You reply hazily.

You wait for him to speak so you can go back to sleep but all that follows is silence. He resumes his motions in your hair and it keeps you aware of his presence. He's waiting for you to gain some more consciousness. You rub your eyes, fluttering them open and Spencer's quick to guide your hand away from your face.

Right. Your makeup.

"What's up?" You mumble, stifling a yawn.

"I know you're tired, and I'm sorry for having to wake you up," he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "but you do know why it's bad for you to fall asleep like this?"

This is a topic the two of you have discussed before. You're usually quite meticulous about removing your makeup before bed, but you're also no stranger to nights when you can't find any energy to do so.

"Mhm. Clogged pores, risk of infections, bacteria spread, discomfort…" You trail off, summarising his extensive research.

Getting you up and off this bed is a losing battle tonight and Spencer graciously accepts defeat, sporting an endeared grin.

"Can I at least help you get comfortable? Would it be alright if I took these off for you?" He tugs at your top and waits for your response. You nod, letting out a barely audible hum.

Spencer moves off the floor and begins to remove your clothing. "You're gonna have to help me just a little bit, Angel. Lift your hips for me."

You blindly follow his commands, wanting to get it over with so that he can relax and you can go back to sleep. He doesn't relax, though. As he rids you of the last of your clothing, he mentally fights himself on letting you sleep with your make-up. There are so many risks involved, but hygiene aside, Spencer knows that if you wake up with your pillow stained– or God forbid…a pimple– you're going to be beyond pissed with yourself.

The sudden dip in the mattress slightly startles you, as a cool feeling drags against your cheek and you whine.

"Shhhh, sorry, it's just me." Spencer coos.

"What're you doing?" You groan, squeezing your eyes shut, still in a sleepy haze.

"Just wiping off your makeup, sweet girl. You're going to thank me tomorrow." His finger hooks under your chin and he soothingly rubs his thumb just under your lips.

"Spence…" You begin whining but you're unable to pronounce anything else coherently.

He can tell you're slightly irritated, but he doesn't mind. He knows that it's the exhaustion talking.

"I know, I know." He sympathises with his continually gentle tone. "I'm almost done. You're being so good for me right now."

Your lips pout, but you don't complain any further, his words calming you. By the time he's finished ridding your face of cosmetic residue, you're knocked out again. Light snores can be heard from you. He chuckles to himself at the sight of you. So peaceful. So adorable. He leans in closer and plants a firm, lingering kiss on your forehead before he disappears to get ready for bed himself.

"Spence?"

He turns around at your groggy voice, still half asleep. "Yes?"

"Thank you."

"Anytime, my pretty girl."

[venusbyline]

GUYS YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!!! I NEED TO RIDE THIS MAN IMMEDIATELY

[worldfullofash]

The only mansplainer i’ll allow

[ifwdominicfike]

feel free to come any time !!!!!!!!

[fliesforeyes]

spencer that has the weakest pullout game and can’t help but cum inside reader cos she feels so good

it was the first time you and spencer reid had fucked without a condom. he didn't expect it to feel so different, so good, with you wrapped around him, nothing there to seperate the two of you.

he was deep inside you, hips pushing up against the backs of your thighs as he thrusts inside of you, the sound of skin hitting skin and your sopping pussy filled the room. but of course, that was drowned out by spencers moans, his whine, his curses, his whispers. his small,

"oh my god, you feel so good"

"youre so perfect like this"

"making me feel so good sweetheart"

"fuck, i love you so much,"

his voice cracked between words. you heard him so perfectly, with his head buried in your shoulder. your skin was wet with his spit, a result from the wet, sloppy kisses he'd place in the curve of your neck on a particularly good thrust, or after his quiet praises.

your fingers buried in his hair, the other holding onto the smooth of his back. one of spencers hands held him up, his other palm rested on your waist. his voice raised in pitch, moans breaking with desperate pleas.

"baby, please, please can i cum? can i cum inside you? oh my- fuck please let me cum in you please," he rambled almost senselessly, drunk on the feeling of you.

an excited, erratic nod of your head and your whispered, "yes, please yes spencer, please cum in me," were enough to set him over the edge.

spencer came hard, legs shaking as his hips stalled pressing against your own, breathing labored and heavy. he was sure to kiss 'thank yous' into your soft skin. it felt so dirty, but so good, it would be such a shame if this happened again.

and again, and again, and again.

[prettyboyweather]

he’s as silly as he is pretty and i love him for it 🧡

[spencerreidsslvt]

he could do anything to me😣😣

[reidgif]

13x15

[reidfilmss]

and the crowd is taking off there clothes and screaming .??! 😍😨

[gublerie]

i opened pinterest last night and this was the first thing i saw and its haunting me since like did he have to be this beautiful all the time FUUUUUCK

[l0v3-qu4rtz]

I'm part Lover Girl

And part Daddy Issues

[venusbyline]

my type: pretty boys who are professors, FBI special agents, ex-con, probably autistic and have real puppy eyes