#reader x spencer

[marvelous-imagines-for-all]

Dating Spencer Reid would include...

Requested? Yes! 

“OOOOOHHH CRIMINAL MINDS YES I love that and u so this is amazing, can u do some headcanons on dating Spencer? He’s a doll”

Author: Jade :)))

A/N: Requests are open!

-Spencer would have to date a girl that is understanding of his work situation or the whole dating thing wouldn’t work out 

-Spencer calling you before each flight, letting you know where he’s going for a case or that he’s finally coming home. He doesn’t usually have time to call when he lands because he has to hit the ground running with the case, but he will make sure to send you a text that they landed safely. 

-When your relationship is new, he isn’t the best at touching. You have to be the one to grab his hand, initiate cuddling and even some of the kisses. After you two become more serious, he doesn’t hesitate with these things, he just likes to keep it at home, he’s not one for huge PDA

-Him buying you a stuffed animal to cuddle while he is gone. He was nervous about giving it to you and had an entire speech talking about how they were beneficial in case you thought they were childish and didn’t want one: 

“Did you know that touching a stuffed animal actually relieves anxiety and fear? They also help connect people-” 

“Spencer, you don’t have to convince me to take it. I love it already” 

-This leads you to getting one of the little stuffed animals that go on the key chains for him, but he doesn’t use it for that purpose. Instead he keeps it in his satchel and squeezes it in his hand when he gets anxious or needs to focus. It’s like having you hold his hand and it calms him 

-Having talks that last until 2am, only to stop because you start falling asleep on him and he immediately demands that you go to sleep. You protest at first because you love to hear him ramble, but he assures you that he will keep talking until you drift off. And he always keeps his promises

-You coming up to the BAU to drop off lunch and hearing Derek complain about the “god awful” coffee which leads to you bringing the whole team coffee during your next visit 

-Speaking of the team, they adore you but also respect you and Spencer’s relationship and try not to barge in it too much. Yet they love when you come hang out at the bar with them and always buy you a drink 

-You even go up to eat with them during lunch break if they’re not busy with a case 

-We all know our boy is tall, so there will be TONS of forehead kisses 

-Spencer hates having to leave you for a case in the middle of the night when you’re still asleep so he always makes sure to write a few sweet notes on the mirror for you 

-Movie nights!! You alternate who picks the movies and who picks the snacks. There are tons of blankets piled with you on the couch where both of you end up falling asleep in each other’s arms

-You also trade on who picks what you guys do for dates, Spencer generally takes you to museums or out to eat where you two can talk and learn new things from the museums or about each other. You stick to getting him to ice skate (He can’t) or even some pottery class where you two can have fun and bond

-Convincing him to show you some magic tricks and how to do them. This leads to you later attempting to show off to him but failing miserably so he laughs and has to reteach you  

-Cooking dinner for Spencer when he’s able to come home, and he always appreciates it. Especially if it's tacos or spaghetti, his favorite. To return the favor he wakes up early and cooks you breakfast. It may be a little messy because he isn’t the greatest cook, no matter how well he follows directions. But it’s the thought that counts

-Spencer writing to his mom about you and him working up the courage to ask you to come with him to visit her and he loves how well you and her get along

-Spencer is very gentle with you, not because he thinks you’re fragile, but because he loves you so much and he couldn’t dare fathom hurting you in any possible way

[trashforgubler]

Something Chimes In Me

Word Count: 1k

Summary: Reid gets back from a rough case and you dance in the living room together

Extra Info: Y’ALL IF YOU LISTEN TO ONE SONG SUGGESTION I GIVE YOU MAKE IT THIS ONE. It’s called “Something Chimes In Me” by Cirque Éloize but make sure you listen to the one with the guy singing because trust me it’s way better than the girl version. Anywho this is legit my favorite song rn and I’ve been wanting to write something with it for the longest time and I finally got this idea so yes please listen to it

Requests: Open

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The case had been a rough one. Four teenagers went missing. All four of them ended up dead. They caught the killer, but not before any of them could be saved. Spencer got out of the car feeling more defeated than he had in a long time. He wanted nothing more than to see you, to hear your voice. The phone calls were great, but it was nothing like being able to gaze into your eyes as they lit up when you saw him, or the way you pulled him close to you in your sleep.

If he had the energy, he would have run up the stairs and broke the apartment door down to get to you, but the last few days had taken too much out of him. Still, he found himself almost jittery with exhausted excitement as he unlocked the door. As soon as he saw you standing in the kitchen, he threw his messenger bag on the ground and swept you into his arms, relishing in the sweet scent of your skin.

“Hi Spence,” you laughed. His clinginess was nothing new, after all he caught serial killers for a living. Anyone who did that needed a hug afterwards. He stood motionless, enjoying the feeling of your body pressed against his until he finally broke it with a long kiss.

“Hi Y/N.”

It was only then you saw his eyes. The usual brightness was gone, and was replaced by a dull, tired look. He looked like he hadn’t slept well in a while, but more than that, he just look broken. “You okay?” you asked him. He turned his face down to the floor, suddenly ashamed of his own emotions. Even with his vocabulary, he couldn’t quite figure out how to communicate his feelings, so he settled for a shrug.

“C’mere.” You led him over to the couch, and let him collapse on it with a satisfied sigh. As soon as you sat down, he tipped his head onto your shoulder, letting you comb your fingers though his tangled hair, massaging his head as you did. “Wanna talk about it?”

He took your free hand in his and squeezed before giving a quiet, “No”. Well, if he didn’t want to talk, you weren’t going to make him, but you also knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep if the last thing he had on his mind was how terrible his case went. You searched your brain for ideas, trying to grab at anything that would make him feel better. It wasn’t until you looked around that one popped into your head. As soon as it did, you untangled yourself from him and made your way across the living room, beginning to leaf through your substantially large record collection until you found what you were looking for. Carefully, you took it out of the sleeve and set it on the turntable before releasing the arm, smiling at the small crackle of the vinyl coming to life.

Your chimes still resonate in the clouds of my guest room, and I stand in need of your fine bloom

The smoky voice of the singer wafted through the apartment, enveloping you in its warmth as you stood willfully entranced by the sound. As the energy flowed through you, your hand reached out to Spencer, inviting him to join you in the middle of the room. It seemed like the music was captivating him the same as it was for you. He looked relaxed for the first time that night as he got up and put his hands on your waist. With your arms set on his shoulders, you smiled. You couldn’t help it. His curly hair fell into his eyes as he looked down at you, having never seen something so beautiful. You. In your sweatpants and old college t shirt that smelled like lavender fabric softener, dancing in his arms in the middle of the night. The dim lights that used to bother you because you could never see swallowed you whole and you let them. The rest of the world stopped as you felt his arms move from your waist, to your upper back pulling you tight against his chest. Now instead of dancing prom style, you were simply held in his arms, rocking back in fourth. Your head was upon his chest, and you closed your eyes at the comforting warmth of it. The rise and fall of his breathing made you feel safer than you ever have before.

If your drop shall be sufficient, I’m overcrowded by your thirst. It denies resistance

Never before had you felt this loved. You were so absorbed in the moment of it you almost didn’t notice the quiet sniffle from above you. Looking up, you were met with Spencer’s teary eyes. They were red, and filled to the brim. As he noticed you studying his face, he smiled at you.

“Spence?” you asked softly.

“I’m not sad, I promise,” he replied with a small laugh. “I just love you a lot.” His voice hitched on the last sentence as your heart swelled. You kissed the tip of his nose as you felt your own eyes burn with tears of joy. You didn’t know it was possible to feel this way about another human being. He tucked his head into your shoulder and sighed a happy sigh.

Ghost lights flicker flirtatiously. Like pom – poms on prom night, flitting away your timidity

Time disappeared a long time ago, but eventually in the warmth of his embrace, you became more and more exhausted, wanting nothing more than to go to sleep and rest your head upon him until morning

“You ready for bed?” he asked, as if he read your mind. You nod, too tired to say anything else. After placing a kiss on your lips, he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and took you down the hall. God, you loved him like hell.

I need you, baby can’t you see. Something chimes in me

[ashwritesandstuff]

I Need You

Request: No but they’re open :)

Notes: Here’s a little something I wrote, hope you enjoy! 

Word Count: 1882

The television blinked, the picture turning black as it asked if you were still watching. With a humph, you pressed on the remote, bringing back the sitcom you’d turned on hours ago in hopes to fill the mind-numbing silence that aired around your dark apartment. It used to not bug you, the silence, but that was when you weren’t alone and the silence was accompanied by the even breathing of two people simply existing in the same place together. It’s been two months, three weeks, five days and six hours since you’ve felt that peace and about that same time since it was replaced with an ache that left you feeling like no matter how deep your breaths were, you were still gasping for air. Honestly, you’ve felt like someone sucker punched you ever since he had waltzed out the door without a look back. The small apartment was illuminated by the television, the light glistening off the picture frames you’d gathered into a pile on the table, having been determined to finally rid your apartment of all the memories and heartache, the only thing that he’d bothered leaving behind.

Besides you.

Gulping down the last of your wine to the sound of the animated laughs, you set the glass down on your table and picked up a couple of the picture frames looking at the pictures that left you feeling dizzier than the alcohol did. The smiling couple that looked up at you seemed so perfect, toothy grins blinding the camera and hiding the hours of arguments that happened behind closed doors. You were stubborn, you knew that, but so was he, creating a dangerous combination that always left you winded and aching. Arguments were common, stemming from any little roadblock that seemed to cause your relationship to stumble. You couldn’t stop yourself though, he didn’t listen and when he did it was like he wasn’t hearing you, so you yelled. You yelled until you were blue in the face and your throat was sore, you yelled until you were sure that at least half of what you said finally reached his orbit and then some more. Your relationship was a match, burning with a heated fury and completely unpredictable, keeping you warm half the time and leaving you burnt the rest. This time, however, it left you scorched.

Blinking tears away, you set down the frames before you did something crazy like calling him. Your mouth went dry with just the thought of picking up the phone and hearing his voice. Hell, you hadn’t even seen him since he left, blocking him on all social media just like you blocked his number. You’d told yourself it was because you were done with him, but you knew the truth, you knew you were terrified that he wouldn’t reach out to you and you’d be forced to see him move on and do better without you in his life. That’s why he left, after all, to do better. The thought made your heart clench, the thought that he’d moved on while you were here, drinking wine in the dark and crying over the memories he’d left you alone with. Suddenly, the tears that were building up in your eyes were tears of anger as you imagined how little he must think of you, how he probably didn’t even remember the color of your eyes or the feel of your touch. How he didn’t need you anymore. Your fingers grappled through the blanket, searching for the phone that you’d been using a lot less recently and unlocking it with the same passcode you’d had for two years now. Your anniversary. Gripping your phone tighter, you went directly to the settings, maneuvering your way around until your finger hovered on his phone number for a second before pressing down on it and unblocking him.

Immediately, your phone began to vibrate as messages began to flood your phone. Your heart clenched even tighter as your phone screen flashed through multiple messages from him. The pit that had been growing in your stomach felt even more like a swirling black hole than ever before as you pressed on the text message icon and scrolled.

Y/N please, just talk to me

I’m sorry

I don’t know what I’m doing without you

I need you

And they continued as such, message after message in your inbox as proof that you weren’t alone in your yearning. It wasn’t just you. You weren’t the only one who looked at your door, aching for when he would walk in and sweep you in his arms. You weren’t the only one whose mind was constantly invaded, not the only one who still reached across the bed, still made two cups of coffee, still announced that they were home to an empty house.

God, you fucking missed him.

Without a second thought, your wavering fingers stumbled while dialing the familiar number and soon you were pressing your phone to your cheek, squeezing your eyes and holding your breath.

“Hello, you reached Dr. Spencer Reid, I can’t come to the phone right now…”

The sound of his voice, even just a recording, sucker punched you in the gut. His voice resonated deep inside you and you realized, pathetically, that it still sounded exactly how you remember. Your throat began to close, just now wondering how stupid this idea had been. An audible gasp fell from your lips as a beep rang out, asking you to leave a message, and you clumsily cursed as you quickly hung up the phone, tossing it aside with any hopes you might’ve had to begin with.

You sat there, staring at the television and attempting to ignore the ache you felt before a faint knock interrupted your pity show. You snapped your head to look at the door, unsure if you truly heard something when another knock sounded on the door, this one more assertive and undeniable. Your eyes loomed over the clock on your wall, assuring you that you weren’t wrong on the late hour you assumed it to be. The knocks came again and this time they were accompanied by a buzzing coming from the forgotten phone. Tumbling off the couch as you tried to get out of the tangled web of blankets, you ran to the front door, praying you the person on the other side would be able to finally fill the gaping hole you’d felt in your heart since he stepped out of the apartment.

A mass of skin and bones tumbled in the minute you opened the door, leaving you unable to recognize anything but the mop of brown curls that were obstructing your view as the figure swept you in their arms and breathed you in deeply. It didn’t matter though, there was no mistaking that it was him. Nobody else made you feel this way with a simple touch. Nobody else could cause your skin to tingle with an unmistakable fire, nobody else could weaken your knees and tighten your chest this way.

“Spencer.” You breathed out, your voice coming you unfocused and in disbelief. His grip tightened when he registered your voice and you felt him tighten his hold on you with a shaky gasp as he pushed further into the apartment, kicking the apartment door closed behind him.

“Just listen to me, please. I’m tired. I am mentally and physically drained. I come home from a constant battle against the world, against humanity, only to battle myself. I have to fight, with everything in me to keep from driving here and knocking on that door until you step out and I can beg you to forgive me. The next thing I know it’s 2 in the morning. I’m alone and all I can remember is that damn smile of yours. And I love you. I am so mind-numbing, life-consuming in love with you. Every ounce of fight I have left, I want to spend with you instead of against.”  

Suddenly your eyes were looking directly into his as his large hands cupped your face, “I try not to miss you, I tried to let you go but I can’t. I’ve always thought my mind was a terrifying place but with you on it so often, it’s like I’m standing at the eye of the hurricane. I’m not ready for you to leave. I’m not ready to face things without you.”

You could feel your eyes water as Spencer spoke, his words tumbling out fast and slurred, and you felt his grip on your face tighten when he saw the waterworks. A salty tear dripped on to his thumb, causing him to jerk his hands away. His face crumbled as he took you in, your face illuminated only slightly in the dark by the television that was still on but still being visible enough for him to be able to take you in.

Spencer felt his heart shatter.

Your beautiful eyes were filled with tears, streaming down your soft skin and leaving a trail of sadness down a face he’d sworn to himself to always keep smiling. His hands turned to fists, trying his best to keep from reaching out and touching you again like he yearned to. His arms prickled with pain, remembering what it felt like to have them wrapped around you, and he soon started to feel his own eyes begin to water. He licked his lips, tasting the alcohol he’d foolishly consumed in hopes of drowning out the pain he’d felt when he listened to your voice on your voicemail message. The one he still called twice a day, just to hear your voice.

“I’m so sorry. Fuck, I thought…I don’t know…you called me…” Spencer chocked out, retreating farther into himself as he realized you hadn’t reacted well to him. You felt your heart stutter worse than his voice as he stepped away from you and you instinctively stepped towards him. He didn’t notice though, his eyes now violently shut in an attempt to wake up from this nightmare, the one he’d been having nightly now. Your own body betrayed you, stringing you closer and closer to him as if it could tell you needed him as naturally as breathing. You could feel yourself grow warmer and warmer as you got closer to him until your skin felt on fire again and you reached up to grasp his hands from their entangled place in his hair.

Your hands tingled when they connected with his and the next thing you knew your arms were wrapped around his neck and your body was pressed against his. You clenched on to him, holding on with all the strength you had left and sunk into him when his arms snaked around your waist, anchoring you to him. Every fight, every argument, you knew you’d go through them a thousand times over if it meant getting to feel with him.

“I miss you.” You breathed out, clinging on to the only solution to the feeling of pain you’ve felt for what seemed like forever, “Please don’t leave me.”

You felt Spencer grasp you tighter once more, “I found myself when I found you, there’s no way I can let you slip from my grasp again. I want to be whole again.”

[speedreiding]

Good Girl (Spencer Reid x Reader)

A/N: hey guys I’m really sorry it’s taken me so long to post I feel terrible for taking so long but I hope I can find the motivation to write more for you guys

Warnings: dom!spencer, spanking, smut (obvi)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Prompt: spencer x reader smut where they are dating and they go out to dinner with friends and a he whole night the reader is teasing spencer under the table like running her hands across his lap and then when they get home he pins her up against a wall and daddy!spencer comes out

Requested by: @anon

Upcoming Imagine: A case where they meet Reader from another team…

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You linked your arm with Spencer’s as you both walked into the restaurant.

You were, of course, the last ones to get there due to the little makeout session that came out of nowhere.

“It’s about time you two lovebirds got here.” Penelope said, already a little tipsy.

Spencer, being the gentleman he is, let you sit in the booth first.

As the night went on, the team ate their food and had a few drinks, laughing and having a good time, but you were giving Spencer hell.

You ran your fingers over his thighs, gently squeezing.

You would slide your hand in the waistband of his slacks, making him get all red and sweaty.

He would send you glares or little naughty threats like, “Daddy’s going to punish you so hard you don’t even know” or “I can’t wait to absolutely ruin you when we get back.”

But his snarky comments only pushed you further.

You palmed his hard cock through his slacks, making him moan, and then clear his throat to try to cover it up.

“You know I think I’m ready to head out.” Spencer said out loud as he pulled out his wallet.

He laid the money on the table for both of your meals.

Spencer practically dragged you out of the restaurant and into his apartment.

After you both entered his apartment, he slammed you against the door and took both of your cheeks in his hand.

“What made you think you could do that without my permission?” He said through gritted teeth. “The whole team was suspicious of your little act.” He added.

“I’m sorry Daddy, I just couldn’t help myself.” You said looking up at him through your long lashes.

“You know what happens when you can’t help yourself. You disobey.” He said letting you go just to grab your wrist again.

He pulled you to his bedroom and slammed the door.

“Strip. On the bed.” He said undoing his belt quickly.

You did as he said and ridded of your clothes, leaving your body completely naked to him.

“Bend over kitten.” He said looping his belt once.

You bent over his bed, placing your face in his comforter as your ass was exposed to him.

“You know how much I don’t like doing this. Why can’t you behave for once?” He asked before smacking your ass with his belt, making you squeal into the blanket.

You were embarrassingly wet, you could practically feel your juices dripping down your legs.

Spencer’s hand gently rubbed the red mark before whacking you again.

You closed your eyes and bit your bottom lip to stifle your moan.

You weren’t supposed to like it, it was a punishment.

He smacked you once more, this one the hardest before he dropped his belt to the ground.

You felt his lips gently kiss your sore cheek before he tangled his fingers in your hair.

“Stand up Sweetheart. I want to take you right there. Right against the wall.” He said shrugging his pants off and backing you into the wall.

Your back hit the wall with a thud and he didn’t waste any time before pushing inside of you.

You let out a loud moan as he hooked one of your legs around his waist.

At this angle, he felt so much thicker, and it was a whole new experience.

“You know what you did. Tell me what you did wrong.” Spencer said thrusting in and out of you at a quick pace.

“I-ah-I was being naughty. I-I teased you in public Daddy. I won’t do it again.” You said as your hips repeatedly smacked into the wall.

“That’s right kitten. Your going to be good for daddy or else you won’t get my cock.” He said before grunting.

His repeated thrusts hit your g-spot every time, triggering your orgasm.

You came on his hard dick as you clung to his shoulders.

He came almost immediately after you did, and then he took you to the bed.

He grabbed lotion from his bedside table and started to rub along your back and butt, paying extra attention to the red mark that raised on your skin.

A massage was always Spencer’s form of aftercare for you, and it was mesmerizing.

“Good girl.” He whispered, making you blush. “You always take punishments so well. Your such a good girl.” He praised as he kissed your shoulder blades.

“I’ll always be your good girl.” You whispered. “Except when your so tempting.” You whispered to yourself, knowing he couldn’t hear you.

[playbucky]

Roof Jumping

Requested by Anon - Ciao 🙂 could you do 24 10 3 with Spencer Reid or Luke Alvez? Prompt – 3 – ‘I saved your life.’ ‘You pushed me off a building.’                10 – ‘Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that.’                24 – ‘Don’t. Move.’ Word Count – 938 Characters – Reid x Reader

You and Reid had been camping in an abandoned apartment across from the suspects house. It was coming up on the third day when you finally seen movement across from you. You nudged Spencer and he informed the team that he had finally came back to the apartment. You kept an eye on the building at all times. It was the fourth day when you felt something off. You didn’t make a comment about it until, it was closer to 10 that night. ‘Spencer?’ You spoke up. ‘Mmh.’ He replied. ‘How many times does an average man go to the toilet?’ You asked him, he turned to looked at you. ‘Six or seven times depending on their health.’ He told you, you nodded your head humming. ‘Why?’ He asked as he moved over to your side. The bathroom of his apartment was on the side you were watching and as far as you knew, he didn’t have another one. ‘He hasn’t been at all.’ You told Spencer. ‘Maybe he’s been peeing somewhere else?’ ‘But there hasn’t been any movement at all, except from a few curtain movements.’ You told him. You sat up. ‘What are you suggesting?’ Spencer asked with a raised eyebrow. ‘You can easily make something that will move curtains, randomly.’ You said and Spencer nodded. He was going to open his mouth when the door swung open. ‘Don’t. Move.’ He said from behind you. You and Spencer froze. Both, Spencer and you turned around with your hands in the air. ‘Stand up.’ He said, waving the gun about. Spencer and you both stood up, he waved the gun, silently telling you to turn around to show if you had any weapons. ‘Come here.’ He said and both of you walked forward. Keeping your eyes on him, watching his every movement. ‘Follow me.’ He said abruptly.

You were now standing on the roof of the abandoned building. If you weren’t at guns point, it would have been a lovely scene. You and Spencer stood next to each other, still watching him. regretting that you didn’t bring any guns with you to a stake out, but you know it wouldn’t be long till the other caught on. ‘Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that.’ Spencer said as held tightly and your ear was to his chest. You nodded against it as the unsub forced you both to walker closer to the edge. ‘You guys end here. No more agents, just bodies.’ He snarled. You pulled your head away from Spencer’s chest. ‘How are you going to kill us?’ You said, making his head snap in your direction. ‘Gun leaves bullets and you would end up in prison.’ You said to him, his face contorted into something before it went to anger. ‘Y/N, what are you doing?’ Spencer asked. You looked up at him, pulling away from his body. ‘You want us to kill each other? Is that it? Suicide?’ You asked him. He looked shocked but finally shook his head. ‘No.’ He replied sharply. ‘Then what?’ You questioned, stepping forward. ‘Y/N!’ Spencer said. ‘Spencer, trust me please.’ You said to him, he was taken back but nodded. The unsub, watched with a small smirk. You turned back to him. ‘Why are smirking?’ you asked him. he stood up taller. He shook his head. ‘You know, ive been watching you. I’ve picked up a few things about you.’ You said as you walked over. ‘You like a woman who demands you, who’s rough.’ You said seductively. His eyes flickered close as you scrapped your nails up his arm, going to the base off his neck. ‘You like it when they take control, you don’t like weak girls.’ You whispered into his ear. He nodded, stiffly. ‘Good, cause I’m not a good girl.’ You said to him. You pulled back and he looked down at you. ‘Give me the gun.’ You said to him. He hesitated for a second, but handed it to you. You turned around to Spencer. He raised an eyebrow. ‘Y/N.’ ‘Enough.’ You snarled. Spencer did, not having seen you like this. You stalked forward to him, his eyes went wide as you raised the gun to his head. ‘Trust me?’ You whispered. His eyes went back to normal and he gave a small nod. ‘I’m sorry.’ You said loud enough for the unsub to hear you. You pulled the trigger and pushed him off, the edge.

Spencer closed his eyes, waiting for the pain, but it wasn’t what he expected when he landed in a dumpster. He sighed in slight pain but mostly relief. He climbed out the dumpster and looked for you, you weren’t near him. he heard footsteps coming from his right when he turned and saw Emily. ‘Is she safe?’ Emily asked. He looked at her then back up. He opened his mouth but they heard Y/N up above them. ‘I’m sorry.’ She said, before a gun was fired and then her body came flying of the edge.

‘Y/N!’ Both Emily and Spencer shouted as you crashed into the dumpster. They ran forward and jumped in. when you raised your arms. ‘Whooo!’ You said as you opened your eyes to see them sighing. ‘That was fun.’ You said and Emily smiled. ‘Why aren’t you talking to me, Spencer?’ You asked him, as he sat across form you in the ambulance. He only looked up. ‘I saved your life.’ You reminded him. That got his attention. ‘You pushed me off a building.’ He said in disbelief. You chuckled. ‘Of you didn’t realize I just came down after you.’ You said sarcastically to him.

[marvelous-imagines-for-all]

Spencer x BAU x Sister

Requested? Yes! 

“Can I request something platonic for Spencer Reid in Crimnal minds? Maybe where he has a younger sister that's around 5 or 6 years old and for some reason she has to stay at the office with Spencer for the day and he's hesitant because he thinks she will just cause a scene but everyone loves her?”

Author: Jade:)))

A/N: So this is definitely the longest imagine I’ve ever written (Over 2k), but I loved the idea and I got carried away with it. I also have no idea if it makes sense but I hope you all enjoy!

The team had barely checked into work when Hotch called them into his office for a brief meeting, no one knew what it was for, but they noticed the absence of Spencer’s presence. 

“Is there another case? You said today would be a paperwork day.” Emily inquired, looking down at Hotch who was seated at his desk.  

“It is. That’s not why I called you here. If you haven’t noticed, Spencer is running late. He called me ahead of time to notify me of this. Something came up and he has to bring someone in with him today.” Hotch paused, taking notice of everyone’s shifted behavior. Confusion was evident on the faces before him. “Although this is out of the ordinary, I expect nothing less from any of you today. You will continue to work and not create any scenes about the situation.” 

“What’s going on?” Derek asked, worrying filling his mind about Spencer. Who was he bringing in? His mom? Everyone knew how much his mom wasn’t a fan of the “government’s work”. Or maybe it was a girlfriend? But that didn’t make sense. There was no reason for him to have to bring her here even if he did have one. 

The team was dismissed and they went back to their desks, waiting for Spencer to arrive. 

Back at Spencer’s place, Spencer was distressed to say the least. Today was Monday, and it wasn’t until he had woken the little girl up despite her protests that he forgot she didn’t have school. Some teacher work day thing. Spencer was at a loss for how he forgot, but it didn’t matter at this point. He didn’t have time to call a babysitter, not that he really trusted them anyways. 

Now he was gathering items in a backpack for the little girl. Coloring books, a couple of barbies, a book, and a stuffed elephant, her favorite one. Spencer had already prepared a lunch for her moments earlier, it was sitting on the counter waiting. 

“Skye, are you ready?” Spencer called from the living room, searching for his keys. He was already late to the BAU and even though he called in advance, he hated being late. “Skye?” 

After the second call the little girl ran into the living room, hairbrush in hand. 

“I need help!” Her lips formed a pout as she looked up at her older brother. Spencer looked up to see his sister’s hair half in a tangled mess. No matter what he did, he could never seem to get her hair under control. He wanted to tell her that he could fix her hair later, that they didn’t have much time or that her hair looked fine. But he decided against it since he knew she would argue and he definitely did not have time for that. Kneeling behind her, her took the brush from her hand and combing it gently through her hair. 

“We’re going to my work today, which means that you need to be on your best behavior. You know what that means, right?” Spencer paused his actions, waiting for a reply. Skye nodded her head furiously. He smiled at her eagerness and continued to brush her hair. “My friends will also be there. They’re super nice, but you still aren’t allowed to go anywhere without letting me know, you understand? I can’t lose you.” 

Skye nodded again before turning around to face him, “I understand.” 

Spencer smiled and placed a kiss against her forehead, “Then I guess we’re ready to go.” 

Walking into the BAU was a task in itself. Skye claimed her hands were full; one arm wrapped around Mr. Pebbles, her stuffed elephant, and her other hand holding on to Spencer's. So Spencer was left with one arm to carry his bag, both of their lunches, Skye’s backpack, and the files that Spencer had collected on the way up to the elevator. 

The elevator ding was enough to attract the team’s attention. Everyone’s eyes moved down to the little girl who was slightly ahead of Spencer, practically dragging him into the bullpen as she looked around amazed. Spencer directed her to his desk where he hastily dropped everything onto his desk. Skye was too busy staring at Derek, who was approaching the scene along with the rest of the team behind him.

“Hey, kid, who’s this little lady?” Derek smiled down at her and she instantly smiled back. She already liked him. 

“This is, um, she’s my little sister. She doesn’t have school today and I couldn’t call a babysitter so I brought her up here. After confronting Hotch first.” Spencer chewed on his lip, not sure how to continue. 

The team examined Spencer for a moment. They always noticed the bags under his eyes, but they assumed it was just lack of sleep from nightmares, not from dealing with a kid. The random pen marks on his hands? Those were just supposed to be his random scribbles to get a pen to work, not markings from a kid at home who was drawing. The way he knew how to talk to kids? It was assumed it was just all the knowledge he had. Not that he had experience. 

“My name is Skye.” Skye broke the silence, and the group turned their attention to her, whose eyes solely focused on Derek. 

“Hey, Skye, my name is Derek! I’m a friend of your brother’s. How old are you?” 

Skye bounced on her feet as she held up her hand, “I’m 5!’

Derek laughed at her and the team knew in that moment they couldn’t be upset with Spencer for keeping it a secret. 

“How could you not tell us you had a little sister?” JJ nudged Spencer softly, a smile playing on her lips. 

“She’s adorable!” Squealed Penelope as she joined the conversation with Derek. Spencer felt himself blushing, he wasn’t expecting such a positive response. He wrapped his arms around himself and shrugged. 

“I don’t know, I guess safety and privacy.. I told Hotch for work reasons, so he understood my household situation.” 

“Well I don’t think you’ll have to worry about her safety anymore. She’s about to have the whole team wrapped around her finger” Emily spoke and shot a smile at Spencer before she went to go introduced herself. 

An hour passed and Skye hadn’t caused any trouble. She stayed seated next to Spencer and played with her dolls. Occasionally asking him to name a location for her dolls to pretend to be, or have him play as Mr. Pebbles for a few minutes. He didn’t think twice before agreeing, not thinking of the teasing Derek would give him later. 

“Where does Mr. Pebbles wanna go?” Skye thought out loud. Spencer glanced over from his computer and smiled. Her hair was already starting to stick up in places despite his efforts to comb it down earlier. 

“Elephants can be found in 37 countries just south of the Sahara Desert. Maybe you should take him somewhere warm.” 

JJ walked by, setting a file on Derek’s desk and then onto Spencer’s. Overhearing the conversation she interjected, 

“Like the beach? It’s warm there!”

Skye looked up with much wonder in her eyes as a grin broke across her face, “The beach! Yes!” 

JJ and Spencer exchanged a smile as the child went on pretending to take her elephant to the beach. 

A little while later, Skye had insisted that Derek needed his help completing paperwork. Spencer objected at first, saying that Derek needed to focus on work but Skye swore that she would be on her best behavior. So now Skye was seated on Derek’s leg and had colored 2 pictures for him. She was currently writing his name on a paper since Derek teased that he didn’t know how to spell his own name. Spencer couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of Derek trying to fill out paperwork around the child in his lap. 

“Derek starts with a D! And this is how you write a D..” Skye stuck her tongue out in concentration, slowly writing the letter on the paper in front of her for Derek to see. He took his eyes off his files to watch the girl and smiled. 

“Are you sure that’s how you do it?” Derek teased, tickling her sides. A loud squeal left her lips followed by a laugh. 

“Yes! That’s how you write it. Spencer taught me and he’s always right.” She smiled proudly, looking back at her brother who smiled right back. 

Lunch time rolled around and Skye claimed that she wanted to sit with the girls, who happily accepted her. She shared her grapes with Penelope who had not so subtly given her multiple pieces of candy in exchange. 

“I got candy!” Skye held it up for Spencer to see. 

“Yes, you do. But why don’t we space out the pieces so you don’t get sick from eating them all at once?” Spencer stood next to her chair pushing her hair back out of her face, attempting to run his fingers through her locks. It was even more tangled than earlier and he knew it was gonna be hard to brush through later. 

“Ah, come on, genius. We know a few pieces of candy won’t kill her.” Garcia smiled, winking down at the little girl. 

“Of course it won’t. You have to eat approximately 262 fun sized bars of candy in one sitting for it to have a deadly affect.” This statement earned eye rolls from the ladies and a not so quiet giggle from the little girl as she zipped the candy up in her lunchbox. 

“So Skye, what’s your favorite thing to do?” Emily asked, eating the meal she had picked up at the beginning of the break. 

“I like drawing!” Skye looked up at Emily, her legs swinging under the table, “And Spencer gets me a lot of coloring books. There are some in my backpack, I can show you!” 

By the end of lunch time, each of the women had been assigned a coloring sheet to color. Hotch had reentered the building from his meeting and Spencer pulled Skye back to his desk, worried that Hotch would think she was causing too much trouble. But much to Spencer’s surprise, Hotch walked to his desk with a soft look in his eyes. 

“So I hear you’re Miss Skye, is that correct?” 

“Yeah, I am!” Skye sat up straight at the mention of her, something Spencer always told her to do to make sure the person knew she was acknowledging them. 

“I wanted to say thank you for coming in today and helping my team with their work. You make an excellent helper.” Hotch lifted his palm and smiled as the girl gave him a high five, “Keep up the hard work, Miss Skye. I’m counting on you” 

“Yes sir!” Skye saluted Hotch before turning her attention back to Spencer desk where she was helping Mr. Pebbles recite the ABC’s. 

Soon the paperwork filled day that everyone had dreaded coming into work for ended, and it went better than any of the team had expected. Skye had the team wrapped around her finger and they all knew it. Spencer walked to the Elevator, hand in hand with Skye who was smiling and waving at the rest of the team.

“She is just too cute” Emily remarked, smiling at Skye who had finished waving and was now talking up a storm with her brother in the elevator. 

“She is the most pure thing to ever step foot in this building, if anything happens to her I might literally die. Auntie Garcia can’t have that happen!” Penelope looked around with her eyebrows raised, confirming she was serious. Derek laughed, 

“I can’t have that happening either. But don’t worry. Spencer’s been taking good care of her. And now that we know about her,  we can help.” 

“I know exactly what we’re going to be helping him with.” JJ chortled besides Derek. 

“What are you talking about?” 

“Oh please, did you see that girl’s hair? Lord knows what he’s doing to try to keep that mane contained.” JJ smiled as the group laughed in agreement.  

Back in the elevator Spencer smiled to himself, knowing that this would not be the last time that she gets to visit the team.

[speedreiding]

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.

[speedreiding]

An Adventure (Spencer Reid x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys! This was super cute to write and I hope you guys like it! Warnings: none Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader Prompt: Spencer and the reader go camping and they get lost Requested by: @anon Upcoming Imagine: the reader is an art teacher… - "Spencer we've already been here." You groaned throwing your arms down in frustration. "No we haven't." He said circling slowly to check his surroundings. "I'm the one with the eidetic memory you know." He mumbled under his breathe. You and Spencer had decided to go on a "romantic" walk and ended up getting lost with no cell phones or a map. "Well how come the one with the eidetic memory forget the freaking map!" You yelled sitting down on a log and dropping your head in your hands. "What if we get eaten by a bear?" You said, your voice muffled by your hands. "What if we never find our way back and someone takes our tent and our stuff?" "What if we have to live off berries and sticks for the rest of our…" "Y/N! Just… stop. We will be back soon okay?" He said running his hands through his hair. You sighed, you hated getting lost. "I didn't mean to yell at you darling. I'm sorry." Spencer said grabbing your hand and pulling you up. "It's okay. We are both stressed." You said kissing his chest. As you looked over his shoulder you saw a little stream of smoke and you gasped. You pulled Spencer towards the smoke, hoping someone was there and they had a map. "Wait… Y/N they're strangers." He mumbled as you pulled him along. "Yeah strangers with a map." You said. As you got closer, you saw a man and sighed with relief. You let go of Spencer's hand and ran to the man. "Hello sir." You said, scaring the man and making him pull a pistol from his pocket. "No no no wait wait!" Spencer said running in front of you and acting as a shield. "We're not a threat! We are just lost." He said as you gripped one of his arms. The man lowered his gun and put it back in its holster. "You don't come running in on a hunter like that missy." He said pointing at you. "S-sorry." You said shyly. "Do you by any chance have a map with you?" You added. The man turned around and pulled one out of his backpack. "Here keep it. I don't need it no more." He said handing it to Spencer. "Thank you so much." Spencer said reaching back and taking your hand before walking away. "You can't just throw yourself in front of strangers like that!! You could have been killed!" Spencer whisper-yelled as you took the map from him. "Yeah but I got us this." You said opening the map. "Okay we just need to walk… approximately 3000 feet north." He said pointing in the direction they needed to go. "3000 feet?" You whined. "Carry me." You said throwing your arms over his neck. You expected him to reject, and tell you you have two working legs but he swooped you up in his arms. "It's the least I owe to you for getting us lost." He said kissing your forehead. "Baby I wasn't actually mad about that. It was an adventure." You said as your fingers roamed his chest. After about five minutes Spencer's arms got tired and you had to walk but it wasn't long until you found the campsite. You pulled him over to your tent and he gladly laid down with you, holding you close as he fell asleep. You followed shortly, the long walk sending you both into a nap. But like you said, at least it was an adventure.