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20 • Spencer Reid enthusiast

[crimesagainstreidunit]

꧁•⊹٭𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎٭⊹•꧂

🎀 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝓎 𝓅𝒶𝑔𝑒 <𝟥 𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎 𝒶 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓁𝑒 🎀

𝙸’𝚖 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚒 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚘?

˚⟡˖ ࣪ 𝚖𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗! 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 :) ˚⟡˖ ࣪

⋆˚࿔ 𝚒’𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝. 𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜/𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚒 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 (𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚓𝚘𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛) ⋆˚࿔

⋆₊˚⊹ ࿔⋆𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚘𝚞𝚝 ⋆₊˚⊹ ࿔⋆

🎀 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝓎 🎀

[crimesagainstreidunit]

was just in a bookstore that you would find spencer reid in and that’s the only thing i could think about

[cherrygarcia-07]

Mine, All Mine - Spencer Reid💕

getting reqs from my favourite writers always makes me feel so giddy, thank you for trusting me with this lovely idea :3

synopsis: in which spencer will do whatever he can to make sure you’re comfortable- and to maybe spoil you just a tad- during your pregnancy.

pairing: husband! spence x pregnant! reader

genre: fluff !!

wc: 1.3k

notes/tags: talks of pregnancy symptoms (cravings, pain etc), reader is a little grumpy and dramatic but they’re allowed to be !! spencer is a sweetheart as usual, girl dad! spence !!

masterlist // pls reblog if you enjoy it helps promote the fic so much !!

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You blink awake to the very unwelcome feeling of throbbing across your lower back. It was becoming a common occurrence, but today it seemed to have a particular vengeance against you. Groaning, you shielded your eyes with one hand from the invasive glow of the sun, using your other to try and soothe the angry aching.

“Good morning.” A familiar gentle voice sounded from the doorway. You craned your neck to find Spencer standing there, the picture of warmth and comfort already dressed in a thick, cosy cardigan and with lazy curls framing his lovely face. “How are you feeling?”

“My back is broken.” You grumbled, attempting to roll over fully in his direction, before deciding the effort was just too much. He would have to come to you if that’s what he wanted.

“That’s no good.” He answered, and you heard the soft shuffle of socks on the carpet as he made his way over. “You think some breakfast might help?”

You whined like your heart had just been shattered, squeezing your eyes shut as you dramatically buried your face back into your pillow. “We ran out of those fancy muffins from the bakery across town. I think I’ll die if I eat anything else.”

The shuffling stopped in front of you, a shadow falling over the sunlight that had still been glaring through your closed eyes. Then, so subtly- as if you were imagining it in some hungry mirage, the sound of a paper bag rustling. Curiosity piqued, you let one eye pop open, but all you saw was your husband looming over you, one hand behind his back.

“Watcha got?” You mumbled half into the pillow, arching a brow that had him smiling down at you.

He crouched down, your view shifting from the loose threads of his sweater to his pretty face, his soft hair blocking the sun’s mean glare once and for all. Spencer leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, to the tip of your nose and finally to your lips as they at long last curled up into the smile he’d been waiting for.

“Enough flattery,” you lazily nudged at his shoulder, “what’s behind your back?”

Without a word, he revealed the paper bag with a flourish, beaming as your eyes lit up with recognition at the logo on the front. As if on cue a delicious aroma filled the air, the smell of fresh muffins (almost) alleviating the ache in your back as you scrambled to sit up.

“Woah, easy.” Spencer set the bag down on your nightstand before practically cradling you in his arms as he helped you.

“No time for easy.” You shook your head, reaching out for the muffins. “I can’t believe you drove all that way just for these.”

“I’d get you anything you want, all you need to do is ask.” He says, and you know he means it. After all, last week he spent hours driving store to store to store desperately searching for an out-of-season candy you’d been crying about the night before- and by some magic he’d found it. Spencer had never once made fun of your cravings, even when they were a little on the odd side. Even when they played with your emotional state like a ping pong ball, back and forth over and over. In fact, he loved to explain what was making you crave, which hormones wanted which chemicals and why they were so darn specific about it, anything to make this whole pregnancy thing feel just a little more normal for you. And no matter what, he always went to the ends of the earth to try and get them for you.

You took your first bite, the muffin melting into your mouth in a heavenly mix of sugar and warmth and all that is good in the world. You sighed, blissfully settling into your pillows. When you were in a better mood you’d make sure to spoil him rotten with compliments and cuddles, you made a mental note of it. One hand absentmindedly drifted down to your bump, thumb slowly strumming a melody across the fabric of your pyjama shirt.

“Better?” He asked gently, taking the empty wrapper from you and leaving it on the nightstand.

You tried to nod, but a sudden jolt of pain, sharper than you’d felt all morning, shot up your back. Wincing, you felt your shoulders tense as your back arched in a useless attempt to run away from the feeling.

“Why is she doing this to me?” You whimpered as Spencer rounded the bed, climbing in beside you.

“I know, honey, I know.” He cooed as your eyes scrunched shut. His hand found your back, fingers warm as they slipped beneath the hem of your shirt and massaged circles into your skin. The pressure helped a little, or maybe it was just him. “It’s normal, she’s just letting you know she’s growing properly.”

“No, she’s not.” You grumbled, but you melted into his touch all the same. “If that’s what she’s trying to do, she should have the decency to be gentler about it.”

Spencer huffed a laugh beside you, his hand still moving rhythmically against your skin. “The back pain comes from hormonal changes, from your muscles-“

“Loosening and changing and getting ready for birth etcetera, etcetera.” You nodded. “You’ve told me before.”

Spencer spoke again, his voice quieter and a touch more delicate. “I just don’t want you to worry.”

“I know.” You said softly, reaching to move his hand from your back and draping it over your stomach instead. Instinctively, his fingers cradled the curve of your bump, moulding to the shape of it like they were always meant to be there. “Do we really have to go to the doctor’s today? I don’t wanna get up.”

“I know,” he murmured sympathetically, his hand now sliding over yours on your stomach, “but we get to see her today. That’s exciting, right?”

“Yeah.” A fuzzy feeling spread in your chest at the thought. The first time you’d seen her on that screen, Spencer had cried, and you were sure you would too this time. You could feel her in there, squirming beneath your joint hands, a weird feeling at first but one that had quickly become a source of comfort. You were just beginning to feel better when a sudden pain shot itself through your back once again and you groaned. “You’re sure you can’t go for me?”

“You know I would if I could.” He sounded genuinely sad as he lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “I’d do this whole thing for you if I could.”

You turned your head, staring up at him with what you were certain were embarrassingly lovesick eyes. “You’d be my seahorse?”

“In a heartbeat.” He leaned forward, planting a kiss to your lips, to your cheeks, then the tip of your nose until you were giggling and he placed a final kiss to your temple. “I’ll go and run you a bath.”

Spencer began to pull away, but you grabbed his arm and tugged him back with a whine. He opened his mouth to protest, but right on cue, your baby girl was quicker as she began kicking beneath your hand.

“Oh, Spence! Quick, get back here!” You gasped, reaching wildly for his hand as he settled back down. You guided it into place, your own hand cupping his, and through his eyes you saw the moment he felt it. They widened just a tad, Spencer completely mesmerised just as he was the first time. And the second. It didn’t matter how many times it had happened by now, he was always just as awestruck. His nose scrunched that way it always did when he was about to cry, and you knew he was a goner.

“Fine.” He huffed, though his smile was growing and his body was settling back beside yours, beside hers. “Five more minutes.”

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[luveline]

bombshell!reader getting caught sleeping over at spencer's before making their established relationship public & the team still thinks spencer is uncomfortable with r's approaches. 🤭

Spencer bought you pyjamas. You're sick with secret pleasure at the fact, staring at yourself in every passing window and reflective surface. They're simple skinny knitted sweatpants and a matching hoodie, and it's not necessarily something you'd buy for yourself, but why would you ever complain? Spencer got you new clothes as a gift with no occasion or motive; you'd marry him now if you thought he'd say yes. 

Too bad he's still sleeping. 

You turn away from his kitchen window back to your cooking, an oiled frying pan sizzling hot on the stove, eggs browning at the edges as Spencer likes. Two twin mugs of hot coffee steam on the counter next to two plates of crispy bacon and toasted english muffins, deconstructed breakfast sandwiches. You're ninety percent sure he likes breakfast sandwiches. 

It's odd knowing enough about Spencer to fancy yourself in love with him, but being in a relationship that's so new that there are a thousand gaps. You know how he likes his eggs but not his bacon. Does he like melted cheese? Does he drink orange juice this early?

You'll have to ask him. If he's brave enough to ask you to stay the night, you can ask him about breakfast. 

It's getting way too hot in the kitchen. The opened window isn't cutting it. You hook your elbow into the hem of your hoodie and pull it over your head before folding them to set neatly aside. You feel cooler in your vest, if a little exposed. Good thing it's just you and Spence—

A knock rattles the door. "Reid, you home?" 

Well, I brought that on myself, you think with a laugh. You take the eggs off of the heat and wipe your oily fingers clean on a dish towel as you meander to the door. It's too early for running. 

"Hello, Derek," you say, opening the door with a put upon casualness. He blinks at you. He's wearing gym clothes, a sleeveless t-shirt and tight sweatpants. You wolf whistle before he can say hello himself. "Looking good. Early run?" 

"You're kidding," he says. 

"Am I ever? You look great! Did you want to come in– woah!" 

Deft-fingered hands pull you out of the doorway and firmly behind it. Spencer steps into your place, closing the door to a slit. "Hi, Morgan." 

"Reid. You're both kidding." 

"I don't know what you mean." Spencer rakes a hand through his sleep mussed hair. You try to ignore how much you enjoyed him moving you around. 

"Reid, I just saw her!" Morgan laughs more happily than incredulously. You can't see him but you can picture his smile and his slightly slouched posture, his arms crossed over his chest. "Since when do you guys bunk up? You're a jerk, you know that? I'm always telling her to stop bothering you, but now I'm thinking you like being bothered." 

"I never asked you to do that," Spencer says weakly. 

You nudge Spencer aside gently, popping your head back into Morgan's view. "My AC broke, my apartment's a hot hell. Reid let me come over." 

"Oh yeah?" Morgan asks, rolling his eyes. "That why he tried to hide you? What's so secret about broken AC?" 

"He's a genius, he's not perfect. I'm sure he was just trying to protect my decency. I'm not dressed for company." You put a more than friendly hand on Spencer's back, the dip of it like a tempting line under his thin sleep shirt. You want more than anything to dig under his shirt and feel along the curve of it. You'd pictured it this morning, eating eggs and drinking coffee under his arm, your fingertips tracing the short wall of stretch marks he has just above his coccyx.  

Spencer rolls with your lie as well as he's able to, which, having been caught off guard, is not very well at all. "Right. She's not wearing a bra." 

You snort. Morgan laughs and almost turns around to walk away. 

"Did you want breakfast?" Spencer asks weakly. He sounds resigned to his fate. Skewed, he uses the hand furthest away from you to reach behind his back and squeeze your hand in a swift apology. 

"I'll pass, man." Morgan pulls his cap down a touch. "Sounds like you're having breakfast fit for two." 

[yesiamagenius7]

Professor Reid!!!!

[mango-lovrr]

I think that we got very few glimpses into ‘the real Spencer Reid’ but the ones we did were him being soooo silly and goofy!!! Like I think at his core he’s a prankster and a goofball and he loves a giggle (think the scene where he does a cowboy impression for Garcia, the scene where he shows up in a Frankenstein mask to scare Morgan)!!! He definitely is still a chronic infodumper but I think we (myself included) forget to write him as truly properly himself when fully relaxed because like, imagine if they made a tv show of u and only showed u in ‘work mode’, it wouldn’t really represent u fully. Idk i love fun and happy Spencer Reid I wish he was allowed to have fun more but unfortunately he was to suffer the horrors first. Anyway shoutout to Spencer who cosplays, Spencer who I know damn well has some Lego sets displayed, Spencer who teehees at silly socks in the shop, Spencer who buzzes with excitement at Halloween and Spencer who loves to scare people!!!! My strange silly imaginary friend

[wyllapproves]

Need to hear Spencer Reid ramble about statistics and his special interests while I bounce on it crazy style.

[sankta-wraith]

“I asked ChatGPT. I asked Grok” well I asked Spencer Reid and he answered my question immediately but then he started talking about like six other related things. He looked so happy that I didn’t want to interrupt him but I’ve been sitting here for like 45 minutes…

[ellieheartreid]

I yearn for him so much it hurts. I wish I could kiss him silly until his pink lips turn crimson...

[ellieheartreid]

I can be staring at my phone with a completely straight face while reading the NASTIEST AND DIRTIES one-shots anyone has ever read about this man.

[mggsangel]

𑣲𝓛ove 𝓜e, 𝓗ate 𝓜e .ᐟ

- 𝓢pencer 𝓡eid ❀ 𝓘ntimacy with secret bf!Spencer

Coworker!Spencer Reid x secret gf!Reader

ⓘContent warnings + tags⤷ hcs, secret relationship, pet names: honey & angel, suggestive in one if you squint.

Series masterlist here.ᐟ

Note𝜗ৎ series will come (eventually 🙂‍↕️) I was on a hiatus on writing for writing, but ! I think I'm back & thank you soooo much for 300 followers ♡ I am so very grateful!!

- Secret!bf Spencer who let's his knee bump into yours underneath the tables. He keeps it there just touching enough to give you both a sense of comfort you didn't know you needed.

- Secret!bf Spencer who stands rather close to you during briefings; sometimes locking his pinky with yours, still behind his back so nobody would see.

- Secret!bf Spencer who loves when he gets to room with you during a case because nobody asks questions on why you're together (with the exeption of Morgan).

- Secret!bf Spencer who is the first person to check up on you during, after, or even before a case.

"Are you alright?"

"Do you need anything?"

"A break maybe?"

"No? Okay, honey." (The rare pet name that only slips out on a rougher case, when nobody is around to hear)

- Secret!bf Spencer who selfishly loves when you interact with children while working. Now of course he hates the circumstances they're in but he adores the way you comfort them with ease; hands running down their back smoothly to calm their sobs quicker than he ever could.

"You're really good at that," Spencer spoke up as you shut the door, leaving the small child with problems way too big, alone with the social worker. "Comforting them." He continued, hands running through his tousled hair.

"It's a part of my job," You paused, looking at his earnest face. "Thank you, Spencer."

He nodded, dropping his hand that was subconsciously resting on your back as he led you out. Besides Emily was waiting outside, he couldn't afford to hint at anything.

- Secret!bf Spencer who rarely has his own hotel room (getting your own room is only occasional and when it happens everyone sees it as heaven sent, except for him but he wasn't going to push), but when he does he makes a point to sneak down into your room; leaving before dawn so he isn't caught.

- Secret!bf Spencer who has light marks (stains) along his neck, barely hidden by his collar or scarf, that strangely matches the exact shade of your lipstick/gloss ?

- Secret!bf Spencer who loves you, but hates how you have to act like you don't know him the way you do when around your coworkers.

"Hard night?" No, you kept him up chatting his ear off over half the night about the movie you had watched together the night prior.

"Yeah, I–uh–I couldn't sleep, neighbors were loud last night." He could after you ran your fingers through his hair and traced along his arm with your feather-light touch.

- Secret!bf Spencer who is no stranger to the file closet, which he never would have given a second glance, until he met you of course.

- Secret!bf Spencer who almost spills out your entire relationship secret many times because of the amount of times you're almost caught by Penelope.

"–Angel,"

"Did you just say angel?" Penelope squealed from the door that definitely wasn't open before.

"No!" Spencer's voice came out a few octaves too high.

"Oh Dr. Reid I know when I hear angel, and I know that it was directed to a very pretty agent who may or may no–"

"I said 'angle' Garcia! 'The UnSub has a damaged angel on how they perceive things.'"

"Mhm, and I call Derek 'Morgan' everyday, genius Spencer 'I have 3 PHDs' Reid I call your bluff–"

- Secret!bf Spencer who although doesn't want anyone to know about how you're together is still the sweetest boyfriend ever.

[xervoxs]

Five more minutes

— Spencer Reid by no means is a morning person, so when you are determined to abandon the comfort of the bed and start the day earlier, he isn't very happy about it

pairing: spencer reid x reader

warnings: none, fluff wc:368

Spencer's breath ghosted over the sensative skin of your neck, and as tempting as it was to cave in to the pleading of his soft brown eyes, you lightly swatted his shoulder mumbling a quiet protest.

The grey-ish green blanket slid down as he rolled onto his side of the bed, grumbling under his breath—not actually annoyned, but rather to make his discontentment with your decisions known.

"Just five more minutes," he whined, looking up at you with the best puppy-dog eyes he could master at such an ungodly hour/through a thick fog of sleep.

"Nope," you chuckled, playfully pinching his side. Spencer bucked away with a startled laugh, but before you could go in for more, his hand shot out. His fingers clamped around your wrist, yanking you flush against him.

"No—" you protested, feet kicking as you tried to wiggle out of his reach. It was no use, you were alredy a tangled mess. With your back pressed to his chest, his arms locked you and a leg hooked over your hip—you were trapped. "No, Spence—"

"Hey," he hummed, seemingly unfazed by your whining. His lips trailed down the side of your face, peppering your skin with soft, lazily kisses. Any protest you could possibly have died in your throat. You made another weak attempt to break free, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he won just yet.

But the way you melted further into him with every gentle press of his lips was a clear giveaway.

You let out a small huff, rolling your eyes, but when you muttured a quiet "Hey," under you breath, any trace of real annoynce had already vanished—not that there was much to begin with.

"Five more minutes," Spencer pleaded in such a sweet tone of voice, you stood no chance. With a groan so heavy one could think think you were making a great sacrifice, you slumped back against him, tugging the duvet higher around you both.

"Just five more," you warned, but your eyelids were already growing heavier.

"Mhm," his nose brushed against your hair, inhaling the sweet strawberry scent of your shampoo as he tried to suspend a smirk. "that's all I'm asking for."

[crimesagainstreidunit]

remembered why i usually only read finished multi-chapter fics because i couldn’t resist reading an ongoing fic that i was interested in and im watching the author lose interest in writing it right before my very eyes…

[ellieheartreid]

It hurts my entire soul to know that I'll never be able to date Spencer fucking Reid

Man I wish he was real ٩◔̯◔۶

[professionallyunstable-deactiva]

there's not a single nonchalant bone in my body. I care so much I could literally vomit.

[cherryeclipses]

⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖𓆑⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖ your camera roll: spencer reid pt.2

[irisinlovee]

i'm supposed to be on a social media break but i keep listening to 2 hands by tate mcrae and all i can think about is mgg because I want his 2 hands on me at all times or my 2 hands on him at all times like HELLO?? he would definitely look good on top of me im just saying....

ok i just had to get that out it ok love u bye!