#criminal minds scenarios

[mywhiskey-neat]

We're all sinners - Spencer Reid (PT.1)

Going after the Unsub, Spencer and Y/n find themselves in trouble after getting kidnapped by the religious fanatic Tobias Hankel. It becomes a battle of time and protection, and the first to confess will be damned. Or, should I say, saved?

Warnings: usual Criminal Minds violence, kidnapping, blood, religious themes, mentions of death, based of episode 15 season 2 of the series, bad english

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 Spencer Reid was one of a kind. Besides his obvious expanded knowledge, the way he expresses himself and his view of the world it’s outstanding. At least that is what Y/n thinks.

After working with him in the BAU for years, she believed Reid was probably the most interesting person she ever had the privilege to speak to. Every random fact he rambles about during cases just makes her more intrigued, it was as if she was hypnotized by him: the way he moves, how he speaks, his eyes. Oh, his eyes. Y/n could get lost in them forever if she could. The way they shined whenever he had a new fact to share, how, no matter how hard he tries to conceal his true emotions, she could read him like an open book just by looking at his eyes. These expressive, beautiful eyes. Y/n L/n was convinced that she loved absolutely everything about Dr. Spencer Reid, and would do everything in her power to make sure he would be safe.

And that’s why she just couldn’t just let him run off on his own.

  After discovering that Tobias Hankel was the unsub, Reid decided to split so that they could find wherever he was hiding. Y/n thought it was a horrible idea, and even though she despised the thought of leaving JJ on her own, she hated even more the fact that Spencer would be by himself around a dangerous murderer. So she decided to follow him. 

 They walked with their guns raised around the field. It was risky, they were vulnerable, Hankel could show up out of nowhere, he could blend himself easily with the tall vegetation. 

 “Reid, come on, let’s go back. It's not safe” she whispered, walking behind the tall men, who kept looking around in search of the unsub.

 “You were supposed to stay with JJ”. Y/n scoffed, shaking her head. “I’m not going to leave you” 

 It wasn’t that she didn’t trust him on his own, she knew he could handle himself. She was the one who wouldn’t live with herself if something happened to him while she wasn’t there.  

 They continued walking ahead, until a scream rang out. Y/n felt as if someone splashed cold water on her. Reid looked straight into her eyes, both of them thinking the same thing: JJ. 

 It was automatic, both of their bodies turning around and sprinting towards the sound, Y/n now leading the path. She was consumed in guilt: she shouldn’t have left the blonde by herself. She let her feelings get in the way. 

 Her heart was beating out of her chest. It felt as if she was running for centuries, no sight of her destination. 

 As the view of the barn finally came through, she felt the air come back in her lungs, breathing out in relief. That relief, however, was short lived as someone knocked her out of her feet by smacking a piece of wood in her face. She fell onto the ground with a huff, feeling disorientated.Her vision was blurry, and her left ear was ringing. She could vaguely hear Spencer screaming for her, before watching him have the same fate as her by falling to the ground.Her vision turned black. Tobias Hankel had them both. 

 Y/n slowly came back to consciousness, feeling her head throbbing. She groaned, tilting her head upwards.

 “Oh thank God!”

 She turned her head abruptly, cursing herself for the action afterwards. Reid was looking straight back at her, his eyes wide and with an expression of horror. It was after looking into his eyes that she realized what was happening: they were both kidnapped by the unsub.

 Dread started to fill her body. She tried looking around, trying to find a way out of something to help them get free, but every movement she did with it caused a rush of nausea and pain, so she decided to simply keep staring at Spencer. 

She gave him a soft smile, trying to ease his nerves, although it turned out looking more like a grimace.

 Spencer looked around as well, probably searching for Hankel. “He was here a couple of moments ago, but he left without saying anything.” 

She knew he was nervous. Hell, they could both die. But something in her despised this look on his face, and she wanted nothing more than to pull him into her arms and soothe him, and since she couldn’t do that, her words would suffice. 

 “Look at me. Spence, look at me!” Reid looked back at her, frighted. She gave him another small smile. “We’re gonna be alright, ok? JJ was there as well, she will let the team know that something is wrong. They will find us. I’m sure of this, they will find us.”

 Y/n saw his eyes soften, but before he could say anything, she saw movement in the corner of her eyes. Tobias Hankel was back. 

 She immediately became rigid. He was looking right at her. He leaned down, staring straight into her eyes. “They're gone.” 

She clenched her jaw, trying not to show too much fear.  “Who are they?” 

 “It’s just me now.” 

Spencer, not liking the attention Y/n was receiving from the unsub, spoke up. “Who.. who are you?’ 

Tobias turned to the male, causing panic to fill her veins. “I’m Raphael.”

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows. Raphael? Does Tobias have a split personality or something?

Reid closed his eyes, trying to keep his composer. “What’s that smell?” 

“They’re burning fish hearts and livers. Keeps away the devil. They believe you can see inside men’s minds.”

 Spencer glaces briefly at Y/n seeing her hardened gaze towards the interaction. 

“It 's not true. We study human behavior-”

The unsub sushes him, and at that moment Y/n realized he had a gun in his hand. Her blood ran cold. “I’m not interested in the arguments of men.”

 Y/n needed to take the attention away from Spencer. It was like a tug of war between the two agents, both of them trying to protect each other.

 She cleared her throat, making both men look at her. “You.. you know you don’t have to do this, right? We didn’t do anything wrong.” 

 Hankel looked straight into her eyes, void of emotion. “I’m just an instrument of God.”

 She and Reid looked at each other, their eyes telling the same thing:

 They weren’t going to leave unharmed. 

Tobias left shortly after, leaving both agents by themselves. Y/n tried to set herself free from the ropes, the movements causing a burning sensation on her wrists. Spencer looked at her nervously, alternating between keeping an eye for Hankel and observing the woman. 

 “It’s not going to work. He tied it too tightly, you're only going to hurt yourself.”

 She huffed, looking back at him. “I have to at least try.”

 He looked down for a few seconds before looking back at her. “He is a religious fanatic. We have to play his game if we want to leave alive.”

 “If we leave, Spencer. This unsub has some sort of double personality. Raphael it’s the dominant one, who punishes the so-called sinners, and Tobias is the submissive personality. Either way the dominant one will punish us, he will keep pushing until he finds a confession. We won’t get out of here unless we convince Tobias to let us go.”

 Spencer exhaled shakily. “And how do we do that?” 

  “Just like you said. We play into his game.”

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And that is part 1! It's my first time writing on Tumblr, so this might turn out really shitty lol

English is not my first language either, so please be kind :))

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[spencerreidafterhours]

*.~you and Spencer’s apartment~.*

*.~the apartment is a bit old but you and Spence both agree it was cost effective.~*

*.•*.*

*~.very cozy~.*

*.~the hardest part of moving in together was finding a place for all the books that neither of you guys wanted to give up*~.

*~.the historic day the complex became wheelchair accessible~.*

*~. nice kitchen to bad neither of you guys ever cook~.*

*~. the kitchen table that’s eaten on like once a month ~*.

*~.Spencer’s dogs and his mass collection of vintage coffee mugs*~.

*~.where the magic happens*~.

i come back a month later to 300 followers 🥳. Thxs to everyone who enjoys my delusions with this daytime television show character!!!

*~.•

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[prentissluvr]

closer, and closer still — luke alvez

pairing : luke alvez x bau!gn!reader ➖⟢ genre : fluff ➖⟢ cw : situation that could cause claustrophobia (very crowded elevator), kissing ➖⟢ wc : 2K

it's natural to get in the elevator with luke. you've done it a million times, just the two of you or with other members of the team. tonight it's because you both stayed late to finish your reports; everyone else left before you besides emily, who's, as she often is, still in her office. there's not much conversation between the two of you tonight, both tired after a long day and an even longer case. but still, it's comfortable—once again, natural.

what's not natural is the amount of workers who pile into the small space the floor below yours. you do your best to ignore the way heat begins to rise into your cheeks when he immediately steps in front of you, trying to casually block you off from anyone else because he knows that you’d hate being squished against any strangers in such a cramped space. he's quite close, only inches away, and he sends you that crooked smile he has when he's trying to make an annoying situation seem at least a little humorous. and that's just fine, even though it sends your heart into a fluttering mess. until one more stubborn person decides that there's got to be room for them, and luke gets pushed right into you.

one of his hands braces himself on the wall beside you, the other right on your shoulder. normally, you'd laugh at his surprised expression, but his body flush against yours seems to have you malfunctioning.

"jeez," he mutters under his breath, the scoff only audible to you over the noise of the man who thinks it's a great idea to have a loud conversation over the phone right now. the look he gives you is apologetic as he goes to remove his hand from your shoulder, but he's caught in such an awkward position that he can't move it more than a few inches away from you. and he's so worried about making you uncomfortable with too much physical contact that he just lets his hand hover there.

that's when you let out a quiet laugh, one that only he can hear.

you just can’t help it, with the cautious look on his face and the well-meaning, but awkward action of trying not to touch you, as if the rest of his body weren’t pressed against yours.

he raises his eyebrows, confused by your laughter.

“what’s that about?” the fact that so many people are around to hear compels him to speak in a hushed tone.

“i don’t mind,” you say, doing your best to look him in the eye as you tell him. he just cocks his head to the side a bit, telling you he doesn’t want to assume what you mean by that. so, you plunder on. “you don’t have to keep your hand like that. i don’t mind when you touch me.” when those words escape your mouth, you have to admit, that’s not how you meant to say it, but the way that a smile tugs at his lips makes it feel worth it.

“right,” he nods. he still seems careful when he lets his hand rest against your shoulder again, and the weight of it causes your eyes to dart away from his face.

neither of you can find anything else to say for the remainder of the elevator ride, but it’s not the end of the world considering that it only lasts for another thirty seconds. though, admittedly, it feels a bit more like an eternity to you. 

when the doors open to the garage level, and people file out of the cramped area, there’s finally space for him to step away from you. but your heart flutters at the fact that there’s no rush on his part. his hand slips away from you, and he takes a step backwards before turning his body around. he lingers at the doors to keep them open, motioning for you to go first.

“after you,” he smiles, ever the gentleman despite his habit of constant teasing. you hope he catches the quick smile you send him as you whisk past him and into the parking garage. he’s back at your side in a second, walking with you in the direction of your car. 

“hey, uh,” he stops you when you’re only halfway there, saying your name in a way that feels too nice. “can i take you home?”

you resist a grin. “if you’ll pick me up in the morning. there’s no way in hell i’m taking public transport if you’re making me leave my car here.”

he doesn’t bother hiding his own grin, “deal.” there’s a pause before he realizes that, of course, you’re standing in the middle of a parking lot, and you don’t know where his car is. “my car’s this way,” he clarifies, pointing with his thumb to the opposite side of the garage.

“making me work for it, huh?” you tease. he chuckles, resisting the sudden urge he has to slip his arm around your shoulders and pull you into his side. he wants you close, and closer still, he realizes.

“don’t forget i’m the one who’s gotta do all the driving.”

“oh, poor, poor luke. the guy’s offered to drive me and now he’s complaining about it!” making fun of him is just too easy. you love the way it always makes him smile.

“couldn’t complain about spending more time with you.”

now that throws you off. it stops you in your tracks for just a moment as you finally reach the passenger’s side of his car and he loops around to get in the driver’s seat.

“you getting in or not?” he calls. trying to pretend he hasn’t flustered you at all, you pop the door open and climb inside.

once you’re in and buckled, you peek at him subtly as he starts the car. “thank you for driving me home, luke.”

“of course. it’s my pleasure,” he smiles genuinely before backing his car out of the parking lot. it’s confirmed; he looks very hot doing that. once you’re out of the parking lot, you both immediately notice the rain falling from the sky.

“i didn’t know it was supposed to rain tonight,” you comment, “though that’s not too much of a surprise here, of course.”

he lets out a light laugh, “yeah, i didn’t know either. i’m just glad it’s not rush hour any more.”

“god, tell me about it. the only good thing to come out of staying late to do paperwork is avoiding the traffic.”

his response isn’t quite what you expect, not just a generic phrase signalling he finds your statement relatable. “i can think of something else good to come out of that.” his tone is full of implications. you don’t want to assume what he means by that, but you can certainly hope he’s talking about this.

“really? like what?” it’s always more fun to play along.

“well,” he begins. you adore that he never tries to hide the smile in his expressions from you, even if that means he’s kind of giving himself away. it just feels like you’re the one making him smile like that, and that’s one hell of a compliment purely because of how pretty his smile is. “staying late doing paperwork meant that i could take the elevator with you, walk with you, and drive you home. bonus, i get to pick you up in the morning too. that’s some pretty good stuff, if you ask me.”

at that, your face is far more flushed with heat than just five minutes ago when he was stuck right against you in the elevator. and that’s saying a whole lot, considering the fact that you were afraid he’d be able to tell just how flustered you were from your body heat alone. he says it all in a way that no coworker, not even friend, would, and you want to run with it until he’s kissing you goodnight at your doorstep, then beyond. issue is, you can’t think of something good enough to say to let him know that’s what you want. you hope it’s not too bold, but all you can think of to do is tell him just that.

“would it maybe… be a good thing too… if i, um, if i asked you to kiss me goodnight when you, like the gentleman i know you are, walk me to my door?” when those words come out of your mouth and his eyes dart back and forth from you and the road, you realize that’s probably not the best thing to ask while he’s in the middle of driving. but like always, the grin on his face makes it completely worth it.

“that would be amazing,” he says unabashedly, timing his words perfectly with a pause at a stop sign so he can look you in the eyes while he says it. he has just enough time to catch the grin on your face to match his. it seems you’re both too giddy to say anything else for the next few seconds, but he breaks quickly, turning on his turn signal to pull off to the side of the road. “dammit, i don’t think i can wait,” he explains as he pulls the car completely out of traffic’s way, “can i please kiss you now?” he turns to you with every pure intent in his eyes and words. you almost giggle at his desperation, but it makes you feel far too excited, nervous, and wanted even for you to do anything but nod in approval.

“please,” you want him to know you need it just as badly as him. so, in an instant, you’re both leaning in over the middle console to feel the other’s lips on yours. his hand’s on the side of your face and you can’t help but hold onto his arm as if you’ll melt away without his strong frame to ground you there. and there’s his lips, his goddamn perfect lips that jj caught you staring at the other day, the ones that now mold against yours, all soft and needy at the same time. he savors you like there’s nothing quite as divine as your, like he’s been waiting and waiting to have you. to be fair, he has for months at this point. all that he cares about now, though, is that you want him too.

when he finally pulls away, he only does so enough to rest his forehead against yours and look you in the eyes with the most endeared gaze he can muster. he doesn’t let his hand fall away from your face, happily recalling the way you told him that you don’t mind when he touches you. seems like maybe you even like it, were he to flatter himself. of course, you’re thinking about how you absolutely adore his touch, how it already feels like you could never get enough.

“i don’t know how i’m gonna get you all the way home like this,” he half-jokes through a smile before fully moving away to resume the drive. but first, he takes your hand in his and gives it a squeeze, then a heart-fluttering kiss to the knuckles.

the smile you return to him is a bit sly, though he can’t see it as he pulls back into the lanes of traffic. “well, your place is closer, is it not?" you begin carefully, "you won’t even have to pick me up in the morning that way.” you're a bit scared to intrude by inviting yourself over, but the expression on his face makes it clear that you are more than welcome.

“gosh,” he laughs in surprise, clearly pleased by your proposition, “you are very right. roxy will be excited to see you.” and he's very, very excited to keep kissing you.

#luke alvez #luke alvez x reader #luke alvez requests #criminal minds #criminal minds evolution #criminal minds requests #criminal minds blurb #criminal minds scenarios #criminal minds luke alvez #luke alvez fanfiction #luke alvez imagine #luke alvez fic #luke alvez criminal minds #luke alvez fluff #criminal minds fluff #luke alvez x reader imagine #luke alvez x reader fic

[ptersparkers]

criminal minds x reader fic

i don’t really care who you pair them with but the team finding out reader is color blind

hi i made this into a lil blurb type beat and i hope you like it! x

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Rossi welcomes you into his home before you can think of knocking on his front door.

You’d texted Emily and let her know your Uber would be late due to unexpected traffic on the freeway and you made out everyone’s car when you arrived. She’s sent you a ‘Drive safe, please!’ with a wink emoji and it was enough to make you roll your eyes affectionately. The driver made a small comment about how nice his house is and you’re inclined to agree.

The music is old school R&B and you have no doubt that Derek took over Rossi’s sound system when he wasn’t paying attention. He puts a glass of champagne in your hands and tells you to unwind and eat some food from the counter.

Emily’s the first to greet you and it’s becomes obvious that she’s tipsier than the rest of the team, who have brought plus ones to this event. JJ has to pry her off of you after she presses a sloppy kiss to your cheek (which you can’t say you mind) she and apologizes for the sudden ambush.

You’re surprised that Aaron’s wearing a tie outside of the office as you’ve heard him complain a tenfold about how stuffy he feels when he wears them when he’s off duty. Beth makes a joke about not being able to leave work where it belongs and it brings laughter around the room.

You make the mistake of guessing the color of his tie.

“Oh, that’s such a lovely shade of red though! You should wear it at work to give Strauss a heart attack,” you joke.

You’re somewhat surprised when everyone takes turns looking at you with their jaw to the floor.

“Y/N, baby, did you say red?” Penelope asks. You quirk your eyebrow and fiddle with the glass stem.

“Yes?”

Spencer bumps your shoulders with his and you crinkle your nose.

“His tie is green. Are you color blind?”

“…Yes?”

Penelope can’t help but pout because she thinks you’re adorable for how you stand in your spot looking like a deer caught in headlights. She steps towards you and engulfs you info her arms like you’d die without her presence.

“You angelic little creature,” she begins. “That was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen and I’ll love you forever even if you’re color blind.”

#so this is not queerbaiting i just had the idea of it being platonic but then i was like…emily prentiss #so anyway just imagine there’s a subtle crush goin on #criminal minds x reader #emily prentiss x reader #criminal minds blurbs #criminal minds imagines #criminal minds scenarios #ask #anonymous #my writing #should probably amend my first tag to say: did not mean to make this seem like queerbaiting-adjacent if it comes off that way

[emeraldjoonie]

Spencer is the type of boyfriend that leave you a post it every morning, he'll write you quotes from his favourite books or something that he'll reminds him of you.

Part 2

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[fatalitysficbakery]

What Love Does To The Psyche. —

Elle Greenaway x Black Fem!Y/n

Genre; Angst/Fluff.

Warnings; Stalker themes, home invasion, character death. Belle is Elle’s nickname from Y/n.

Synopsis; When Elle’s highschool sweetheart needs the teams help to remove a stalker from her life, Elle immediately remembers why she loved loves her.

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↳ ❝Sometimes two people need to fall apart to realize how badly they need to fall…together.❞⁣ -Unknown

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It’s loud. Urgent. It doesn’t stop ringing.

Elle wasn’t a big fan of change, she liked things the way she kept them, from organizing to keeping the same number she’d had since highschool. It wasn’t the smartest idea as an FBI Agent but it kept her sane.

Groggily, she rolls over to finally answer the call since it seemed the ringer would scream at her like a toddler throwing a tantrum until she did. What was it? 3 a.m? Maybe 4? She couldn’t keep track of time on her days off, when she finally got the slightest bit of rest from tracking down serial killers and the like, so she usually slept with her ringer on which proved to be a pain in the ass until she heard the urgency in the callers voice. Not even taking a glance at the number, she assumed it was what it always was —Quantico.

“Belle, please tell me it’s you..” The voice is soft, fearful…familiar. Elle is immediately awake when she hears it.

“Y/n? What’s going on”?

“Look, I know it’s late and we haven’t talked in a bit but please tell me we can meet. It’s serious”.

A bit? She wouldn’t call 3 years a “bit” but Y/n’s voice takes front in her mind before anything else. She sounds…quiet. Like she was scared someone would hear her. Elle glances at the clock. 5:10.

“Are you okay? What’s going on”?

“Look, I can’t talk about this over the phone. Just…Just tell me you’ll meet me. I’ll send the address..”

“I’m getting dressed now. Wait on me, alright? Don’t send anything, I know someone”.

Y/n’s voice is shaky when she replies, and the situation is confusing Elle further every second.

“I’m gonna hang up now. Knock three times so I know it’s you”.

And then…the line is dead…

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Now, interrupting Penelope Garcia’s beauty rest on a rare day off was a no no unless an emergency was at hand so naturally when she answers Elle’s call, she’s grumpy.

“This better be an emergency, I was having a VERY important dream about Derek Morgan. Speak now or be banished”!

Elle has no time to fully take in the hilarity of Garcia’s natural comedic timing, the fear in Y/n’s voice is all she can think about.

“I need you to find an address for me, I’ll send you a phone number. I think she’s in trouble, Nel. Can you do that for me”?

Garcia’s grogginess is gone away just as quickly as Elle’s when she heard Y/n’s voice, “We both know the answer to that. Should I wake the others”?

“Not yet.. I’m not sure what’s happening. Just.. Keep an ear out. I’ll send the number”.

And then…the line is dead…

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The cobblestone path leading up to the woman’s home seemed like lava underneath the agents feet. She hadn’t come near the woman physically since their breakup, and it seemed as if their first meeting in years were under dire circumstances; What a way to start your day off, Elle.

The blinds are drawn and Elle could see the lights shutting off when her car pulled onto the long cul de sac. The “spidey senses” she gained being a profiler went off the second she knocked those 3 rhythmic times.

It takes a moment for the door to be opened, and Elle is blown away when it is.

Y/n is thin, frail looking. Her eyes are darkly circled to show exhaustion, and she looked absolutely terrified if her voice didn’t show it enough over the phone.

She hurries in, the door is urgently closed by her obviously paranoid ex-girlfriend.

“You look like hell” Elle points out rather crudely; her voice startles the poor thing, who she turns around to find has slid to the floor with her back against the door; she rushes to her side in concern.

“He’s back, Elle.. He’s back”.

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It didn’t take much convincing. The evidence spoke for itself, but the team was quite shocked to find out just exactly who they were protecting. Elle was never the one to dish out the private details of her life, it was clear to see she wasn’t one for trusting. Even if they had been her team members for almost 6 years now.

Y/n Kaine was Elle’s ill fated highschool lovergirl. They’d dated for almost 8 years until Elle had to go into Quantico, it’s when she decided she couldn’t put Y/n in that type of danger, but god did it hurt walking away from her. She hated herself for years afterwards; She thought she’d moved on, but that was neither here nor there when there were bigger fish to fry.

Y/n recounts the story she told to Elle to the horror of the others.

“Um, It started when I got into modeling. The texts, emails, and the calls…the calls” She shudders.

“Go on” Prentiss encourages softly, with Elle squeezing her hand for comfort.

“When I moved to New York, and got my first big modeling gig- When I started to blow up I’d get these calls of this man detailing ways he would…t-take me against my will. How he’d torture and butcher me. Then the pictures of me started being sent in the mail with handwritten letters. It stopped for awhile when I moved back home but yesterday….this showed up”.

The letter was sent in a simple white envelope with a red letter sticker on the front, simple and pretty; it’s contents were not.

Pictures scattered across the table of Y/n throughout her day, at home AND in public. The letter is as followed.

You thought you’d float away, little butterfly. You thought I’d stay away? You’ve hurt me, Butterfly. I JUST WANT TO LOVE YOU!! Stop running, stop running please… I’ll see you soon. I forgive you. You know not what you do but it’ll all be over soon.

We’ll be together. We’ll be happy. I promise you, little butterfly. You’ll learn how to please me in due time. Remember that I’ve been merciful, I’ve forgiven you.

Do NOT run again. You’ll miss our first date.

-SIGNED,

Your ONLY Loverman ❤︎.

The room fell silent, you could hear a pen drop. The team wasn’t ready for it to get worse, but Garcia always had a way of reminding them that it did.

“And then there’s the, uh, voicemails which I have listened to and immediately watched cat videos after. They are not exactly…romantic”.

Aaron nods his head for her to play it, and the team is on the edge of their seats; Y/n, however, rocks back and forth in her seat when a deep almost robotic voice starts to speak.

Elle is first to comfort her, which is another shock to the team. Elle’s softness wasn’t exactly her strong suit, of course.

“Hey, look at me. You’re safe in here, babydoll… You’re safe”.

Y/n nods. Reid sits up straighter and leans forward; The team knows that focus. His gears are turning.

“Butterfly, Butterfly… I know you don’t mean to ignore me. Right? RIGHT!? ANSWER THE PHONE! YOU USED TO ANSWER THE PHONE! …Gosh, I’m sorry for yelling, that’s so unlike me. Just…Answer”.

Reid looks to Prentiss and JJ to see if he was the only one, and Prentiss is first to speak.

“Our loverman is a loverwoman”.

The information settles in the room like the smell of freshly cleaned chitlins.

“How do we know”? Rossi pipes in.

“From the letter to the call, one thing stays the same”.

“The failure to come off as…macho”? Tara asked.

JJ nods, “The pen name. Her penmanship is attentive and detailed letter by letter— add that in with the fake voice changer in the voicemails. It’s something you can get off the appstore for maybe $3 dollars”.

“She wants us to believe she’s male. Garcia, slow down the voicemail for me”? Reid is sure he heard it.

The voice changer cuts off midway through one of the voicemails and her voice can be heard, raspy and low, and definitely woman.

Y/n is still shaking; Rossi motions for Elle to take her out.

“Let’s go get a drink, yeah”? Elle smiles as softly as she can to the terrified woman.

Y/n nods, tears streaming down her face, “I’d like that. Please”.

[+]

Soon, Y/n and Elle are back at Y/n’s home under the protection of armed agents, and policemen. Y/n had her first uninterrupted nap in 48 hours since the day she’d found out he, well, she was back.

In the comfort of her arms, Elle watches the woman sleep with a bittersweet smile on her face. In the past 48 hours, it all came flooding back and she’d regretted her decisions all over again.

“Stop it. Don’t stare at me like that”. Your voice is raspy with sleep, looking up into the eyes of your ex girlfriend, who you’d hadn’t healed from yet was…Harrowing to say the least. Elle had taken your heart with her walking away from her relationship, and now here she was trying to save you; yet she couldn’t save you from the the pain of her departure.

“You were having a bad dream”.

She excused like nothing.

“I’ve been awake for 10 minutes, Elle”.

Why was love so hard? It had always been for Elle, and when she met you Sophmore year, she’d been battling internal homophobia —Finally exploring her sexuality, and realizing she’d been into women this entire time. You were her saving grace. But…

She’d always known from the start what she wanted to be, she could remember as young as 8 when she started playing “Cops and Robbers”, as she’d grown up and her personality was moulded, she was quickly learning she was more than fascinated in the life of crime —she wanted to save lives. She just wasn’t ready to have to save her lovers. Not willing to put you in danger; She’d left you behind.

She was now realizing, she couldn’t control crime and danger. Now she had to save you.

And it wasn’t from her lifestyle..

She sighs.

“I’m sorry”.

Your ears perk up. You’d dreamt of that moment for years on end. You told her when she left that she’d learn quickly she wouldn’t be able to change and control everything in her life.

“Keep talking…” You sit up straighter, not even privy to the fact that meant you were now in her lap. Elle, however? She was more than aware, and she didn’t say a thing.

Elle mumbles.

“No. You won’t shut down on me this time, Elle. Say what you were about to say. I’ve been waiting 3 fucking years for this…Don’t let me down”.

You can see her eyes flutter closed, and then back open to look into your eyes, “I’m sorry. Y-you were right. I can’t change and control everything, and in my stubborn mind…I, I lost the one I held dearest to me and now I’m sitting in front of her. Protecting her. Although, I thought I’d been protecting her when I left. I saw…I saw Aaron lose his wife. I saw Gideon lose his girlfriend. I saw fucking Reid lose his, and each time I witnessed those…I thought of you. How I…How I did the right thing that night by leaving”

She’s rambling, and you see a tear fall from her eyes. Elle didn’t cry.

You grab her face in your hands, “Breath, Belle”.

But she can’t. The more her eyes become blurred by her tears— she sees your vanish. She sees it become all a dream.

Until your lips are against hers.

—

A bang spooks you two away from each other. Your face immediately pales as Elle gets up with her gun drawn.

You looked at here in paralyzing fear that tugs at her heartstrings the moment she sees it.

“Belle…Please tell me…”

You’re shaking in an almost methodically rhythmic manner.

“They’d better hope not”. Elle reassures ready to go to war for you.

“Call Garcia and Hotch for me, Sweetheart. Can you do that for me”? She whispers moving forward in the room, movements feline like as she makes her way to the hallway.

At first you can barely get over the ringing in your ears to even process what Elle had said. Your heart was beating like as it were a rabbit thumping it’s back legs against the hard earthy soil.

When you’re finally calm enough to think, you grab your phone to call Garcia.

“Hit me”!

Your breathing is ragged and you can feel the early signs of a panic attack coming on.

“Y/n”? Garcia’s voice is low and concerned, You feel tears pricking.

It was all too much.

“G-garcia…Someone’s here”. You get out before fainting.

↳

When you came to, Elle was back by your side. You can barely remember what made you so stressed.

“Be quiet, okay”? Elle whispers.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You were still in your living room, weren’t you? Still being stalked by someone unknown, and now it seemed they were in the house.

She can see the panic on your face, kneeling in front of you; she places a kiss to your forehead —a sorta reassurance.

A gun cocks.

There’s a stillness in the room, for a moment not a breath was heard, and the gun cocking was echoed back at you. You were living in someone else’s body.

Your ears rang.

“Step away from her”.

Is that Tina? Tina Maxine? It couldn’t be …Right?

She was your bestfriend, well, your childhood bestfriend. You weren’t as close as you were in highschool but you were still friends. You couldn’t grasp a clue on why she’d be mad. Your mama always told you to reflect hard on the actions you choose but —Tina was different. She was like a sister…You’d never hurt her.

“Tina Tina”

“Oh now you remember me, do ya”? Her soft Nola accent fills the room with hatred and disgust so thick you could barely breathe. Usually it was the opposite, you felt love and warmth in every word.

Hadn’t you chatted last week? Or was it a month ago? Two?

“Step…Back”. Elle’s voice is unwavering yet cautious, using an arm to shield you.

“Look at you…All knight and shining armor”.

Tina looks between the two of you.

“Where were you those nights she cried over your thin lipped behind”?

Her voice descends into a disbelieving laugh.

“Tina, don’t do this…”

“No! No, see. I was there for you, I was your shoulder. I let you cry to me…Use me…”

You stand up on quivering legs, “Ti, it was never like that. I see you like a sist-”

“DON’T! Finish that sentence and your white savior gets a bullet to the fucking skull”.

Elle looks helpless. She’s helpless to saving you.

“Piggy, piggy. Why’re you looking so distressed? Can’t think? Now you know how I felt when ALL SHE WOULD TALK ABOUT WAS FUCKING YOU”!

She waved the gun in Elle’s face, too focused on her to focus on you.

Slid across the floor is Elle’s glock. You silently grab it into your hand and nod at Elle as Tina continues her speech.

“I love her. I love her, I do. So why is it that she always runs to you? She escaped me…Ran away to a brand new state because of me and yet she still has your number in her phone as Belle…You hadn’t talked in forever. Who woulda thunk I’d be second place to a bitch who does nothing but run away”.

Nearing her, she raises her pistol and aims it at Elle’s face.

“She’s mine. Say goodbye…”

A shot rang out and your ears are ringing, eyes blurry as you drop the gun and watch Tina’s body fall to the floor.

The team is in the door the second she drops and you’re struggling against Hotch’s arms.

~•~~•~•~~•~•~~•~ + ~•~~•~•~~•~•~~•~

What would you give for love? An arm? Leg? …Your first murder?

You knew you weren’t at fault for Tina’s death, it was either you and Elle or her. It didn’t mean the sting wasn’t all the same.

You were taught that death is inevitable but can be prevented. You were taught to not harm others.

You knew, morally, you were in no wrong. Your mother said the same —Your mother and grandmother were the ones who ingrained into you that you mustn’t hurt another unless you absolutely have to defend yourself.

You had to defend yourself.

It’s been a month since the shooting, and the nightmares haven’t stopped, but one thing remained the same—

Elle’s presence.

You’d broken your arm from the recoil of the gun. You were so emaciated at the time that your bones couldn’t take it. Elle took care of you for the months needed to heal; You stayed with her.

It was finally time for you to go back home but before you could, Elle stops you at the door.

“Y/n…” She starts, which gives you pause, “Look, I’m not gonna stop you but what if- what if you just moved in? It’s not like our relationship is new and I-”

You let go the handle of your suitcase and run into her arms, clinging on tightly.

“Of course I will, Mi Belle… I love you”.

“I love you more, beautiful…” She whispers into your ear and holds you even closer.

↳ ❝Running away from love does nothing when it is your soulmate you hide from ❞ -Unknown

~•~~•~•~~•~•~~•~ + ~•~~•~•~~•~•~~•~

A/N: Surprise! After 99 years, here’s a new writing babies! 🕸🕷 I should give the fic bakery’s readers a name ❤︎! happy spooky szn, lovelies.

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[luveline]

i NEED anything with glasses reid or munch reid i’m literally frothing at the mouth 🙏

ty for ur request :D fem!reader

"Emily," you say weakly. "What is that?" 

Emily looks up from her desk, clearly desperate for a distraction, the lip of her coffee mug against painted lips. "What's what?" 

"That." You point. You feel sick to your stomach. "That right there." 

"Oh," Emily says happily. "You finally noticed. Yeah, Spence forgot to renew his contact prescription. He has to wear glasses for two weeks." 

Spencer stands by the photocopier with a perturbed frown, clicking a button, then another. His brow is furrowed and his hair is falling into his eyes. He has the stupidest, dorkiest, prettiest face, and practically every expression he makes has you weak in the knees.

"That long?" you ask. 

Derek looks up in concern at your pained tone, following the line of your eyes. When he realises what it is that's hurt you so, he skirts around the desk to shake your shoulder. "You could always tell him how you feel. I'm sure he'd keep the lenses forever if he knew you liked them." 

"I don't like them," you say. You sound faraway to your own ears. You hate them. They're gonna be your demise. 

Spencer runs a fingertip across the photocopier's screen, in his own world as the machine finally begins to chug out whatever it is he'd been wanting a duplicate of. The frames of his glasses sit snug on his nose. You can tell from even this distance that the lenses make his eyes look a tiny bit smaller. You could probably point out a misplaced freckle if he asked you to.

"Don't be cruel, he looks cute," Emily teases. 

Spencer collects his papers, shuffling them into a straight line as he makes his way back to the bullpen. You pretend to take interest in Emily's things. She sips her coffee too nonchalantly. Derek doesn't even bother pretending. 

"What?" Spencer asks, swift to spot your suspicious behaviours. "Is it the glasses?" 

You wince. "Of course not. You look… you look really nice, Spence." 

"You know he used to wear 'em every day?" Derek asks.

You would've died. "Before I joined?" 

"For a few years," Spencer says, looking you over. "You're unhappy. Is something wrong?" 

He looks to Derek and Emily for confirmation. Emily stutters for an answer while Derek laughs in the background, "She– you know. She just– She missed breakfast!" 

Spencer pushes his glasses up his nose by the leg and drops his copies onto the desk. "I have dried apricot in my bag. Two seconds." 

He bends over his chair to retrieve his bag from under the desk. Your eyes blow wide at his position, the sudden demonstration of well-fitted pants. Derek's laugh echoes up to the eaves. 

"And he has that twenty four seven," Emily says against the rim of her coffee. 

You scrunch your eyes closed and tilt your head back. After a few seconds, a hand touches your elbow gently, a hesitance that comes with only one member of the BAU. "You okay?" Spencer asks. 

"I'm okay. Headache," you lie. 

Spencer presses the apricot into your hands. "Maybe you should see an optician. You know they can tell if you have a brain tumour from one photo of your sclera?" He smiles morbidly, his glasses slipping down his nose. "They measure the size of your optic disk. It takes less than a minute. I can give you the name of my doctor, if you want. She's nice. Not as nice as you." 

Your throat is so dry you can't form words to answer him. He doesn't judge your rigid nodding. 

"I'll write down the number for you. And, Y/N?" 

"Yeah?" you choke out. 

"You look really nice today, too." 

Emily has to kick you in the leg to bring you back to earth. Stupid Spencer. Stupid lovely glasses. 

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[strawbeerossi]

Sleepless Nights

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid

Description: Spencer is awake late at night while you're peacefully asleep. That's when he's reminded about a few little agreements you've had.

Content/Warnings: Course language, brief masturbation (m), consensual somnophilia, fingering (f rec), unprotected sex, creampie.

Word Count: 1.3K

Kinktober Day Seventeen: Somnophilia

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Spencer spent his time at work more often than not, which you understood how important his job was to him. You’d known the inside and out of the job and all the darkness hidden within it, so you always gave an overwhelming amount of love and support. There was a lot of patience and trust placed within one another, your husband knowing that you were always going to be there for him and that he should show he would always be there for you as well. You never expected anything big out of him after cases, just willing to hold him and let him cry into your shoulder if the cases were overwhelming for him. 

It had been three days since Spencer was home from one of his cases, the both of you laying in bed alongside one another as the both of you were looking forward to a good night's sleep. Spencer wasn’t getting much of it though, his head against his pillow while your soft breaths from peaceful sleep filled the room. With an arm behind his head, the male sighed in frustration. Insomnia hit him hard on nights like this one, when you fell asleep first and couldn’t exactly hold him due to you being dead to the world. 

He had contemplated reading, however he knew the light would wake you up and irritate you. He definitely didn’t need a cranky version of you being angry at him for the remainder of the night and even the next day. So, he reverted back to his usual ways of making himself tired. His hands were slowly pulling his half-hard cock out of his boxers as he let his eyes flutter shut. Thankfully for eidetic memory, he could practically watch any past sexual encounter with you in his head like a dirty movie. Right now, he had a specific night in mind. 

You’d been desperate and he was asleep, due to a previous talk of boundaries and consent for certain actions, you decided to try something new. He could remember his eyes slowly blinking open and being met with your face twisted with ecstasy, hands resting against his chest as your desperate and leaking cunt was embracing his cock while your hips were feverishly rutting against his. It showed how much you needed him, even getting to the point where you fucked him as he slept just to not disturb his sleep.

Just the mere thought of your tits in clear view of his gaze had Spencer letting out a low groan. He was fully erect now, his hand fisting at his cock as he let his mind continue replaying the same moments that so graciously flooded his brain. He’d continued with his movements before glancing over at you, the moonlight seeping in from the drapes shining against your sleeping silhouette. It gave him an idea, one that sent another rush of blood to his cock as he was slowing his movements with his hand. Gently tugging the duvet and sheets back, he was looking over your body.

You were wearing a silk lilac nightgown, one of his favorites. It was like you did this on purpose, as if you knew your husband would have an insomnia spell. With his hand coming up to his mouth, he was popping two of his fingers into his mouth as he was scooting towards you more. His free hand was sliding under the tempting nightgown, his hand slowly tugging down your panties as he kept his gaze on you. He wanted to see how long he could drag this out without waking you. After getting the cloth barrier out of his way, Spencer was using one of the slick fingers to slowly push into your cunt. The touch had your sleeping form let out a breath, the long digit being welcomed as your walls were squeezing around it. 

He slowly thrusted his finger, a soft groan leaving his lips as you were responding well, probably having your dream taking a sharp turn as he was fucking you with his pointer finger. Your arousal was starting to coat his finger, the male smirking as he gently pushed in a second finger, a moan now falling out of your lips as you were shifting in place. The way your sleeping face twisted in ecstasy had your husband grinning as he pressed a few kisses along your shoulder. As his fingertips were brushing against the spongy button deep inside of you,your body was reacting accordingly as your thighs clenched around his hand, still assuming this was a dream as you were rocking your hips against his fingers. 

“Poor desperate girl..” Spencer whispered while continuing to prod your needy cunt with the two long digits. Whenever he’d had enough waiting though, he’d carefully pulled his fingers out of your hole before bringing them up to his lips to clean your essence off of them.

There were desperate whines escaping your lips at the feeling of emptiness, your hips attempting to rock back. “Shh, I know.” Spencer murmured in your ear, one hand gently lifting one of your legs, his free hand helping adjust his cock at your leaking hole that was clenching around nothing. As the thick tip of his throbbing cock was slowly pushing into your warmth, you were letting out a breathy moan in your sleeping state, hand instinctively reaching back to grip at the back of your husband’s head as you were both still in the spooning position. 

As your pussy swallowed his cock whole, he was letting his lips press a few kisses against your neck as he was slowly letting his hips rut into yours. Now it only took a few good strokes before you were blinking awake, hand lightly pulling at the curls that you had a handful of. “Good morning to you too.” You whispered, drowsiness in your voice as you were moving to rock your hips back against his.

“Couldn’t sleep.” He murmured against your skin, hand moving to squeeze your hip. “Was jerking off and then i remembered that your sweet pussy would be waiting for me.” He lightly bit down on the flesh of your neck that made a moan fall from your parted lips. “Mm, I’m not complaining. I love being stuffed with your cock.” The filthy words leaving your lips had your husband groaning, head lifting. “You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?” He spoke through pants and whines, his thrusts speeding up as his hand was wrapping around your body, large hand taking one of your tits into his hand before giving a rough squeeze. 

As the rhythmic sound of your skin smacking against one another filled the room along with your combined sounds of pleasure, it hadn’t been long until you could feel Spencer’s hand trail between your legs, finger finding your clit with ease as he massaged the desperate bud. He was close and you were too.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” You spoke through moans, his hips thrusting snapping harder into yours as he nodded. “M-me too.” He’d stated the obvious, working to bring you to orgasm first. The feeling of your walls tightly clenching around him was enough to make his cock twitch inside of you before painting your inner walls with ribbons of his cum, hips slowly coming to a stop. 

After he was pulling out of you, he couldn’t help but lift the sheets to look at your cunt, which had been stuffed with his cum to the point where it was leaking down your thighs. “We should get you cleaned up. Plus you have to pee.” He panted, moving to rub your hip while tugging back the sheets for you to get up. “I’m going to take a shower, care to join me?” You’d asked, legs wobbling slightly as you stood from your shared bed. 

You didn’t have to ask him twice, the male sliding out of bed before he was heading over to pick you up with a smile. “Not too long though,” He began, a yawn now falling from his lips.

“I’m ready to pass out.”

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[reidsdaisies]

Hey, can I get a tulip with prompt 24? Spencer and female reader hugging randomly on cases?

Congrats on 500 followers !!!

༉‧´ˎ˗ pairing; spencer reid x fem!reader

༉‧´ˎ˗ content warning; hugging, r kisses spence

༉‧´ˎ˗ wc; 0.2k

༉‧´ˎ˗ prompt(s); tulip, 24 – hugging them at random

celebrate with me!

𝐂𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 || 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Spencer Reid was usually averse to physical touch, so it was a surprise for JJ to look across the precinct and see you clinging to Spencer. He he stood in front of the board, intent on putting together the geographical profile as efficiently as possible, though it was quite difficult when you were coming up to him and squeezing him from behind.

“Hon.. I’m doing something, y’know that right?” he breathily laughs, trying to gently shake you off. He doesn’t mind the touch, but he’s still trying to focus. He feels your nod, but you have no intention of letting go, nuzzling yourself against his back.

“What are you doing here anyway? Aren’t you supposed to go with JJ to interview the victims’ families?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m supposed to be with JJ right now, but I told her I forgot something.”

“Yeah, and what did you forget?” he plays along with your little game.

“To give my boyfriend a kiss goodbye.”

Spencer’s ears perked up at that, finally turning his attention to the girl attached to his back. You take his face in the palm of your hands, leaning up and smashing your lips against his. He mumbles something into your mouth, but eventually gives in and drops his hand from the board to cup your cheek. When you finally pull back, your lipgloss is visibly smeared on his parted lips. You leave Spencer there with rosy cheeks, wide eyes, and a mouth covered in lip product as you scurry off to JJ who’s waiting with a hand clamped over her mouth in attempt to not laugh at the sight of a completely bewildered Reid.

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[rreids]

WANT • S. REID X READER

smut (mdni, you will be blocked); needy spencer; praise; fem!reader; oral (f receiving); possessive wording; ~1.1k words

Spencer was, for lack of better word, whipped.

Morgan would say pussy-whipped, but Spencer wasn’t fond of that. Just because he liked you, would stop what he’s doing at the drop of a hat for you… it was for more than your body.

Even if it was beautiful.

He could remember every curve, every scar, every wrinkle, envision it clearly in his mind's eye. 

God, he missed you.

“Hey, boy genius,” Morgan calls, and he snaps back to attention. “Staring at your file won’t get it done,”

“I know,” Spencer grumbles, going to make more coffee. He sends you a text — miss you. — when he does. He’s not one for that, preferring calls and time together, and knows you’ll piece it together.

It’s an excruciating hour and a half that it takes to get the paperwork done and put in and to drive back to your shared apartment.

He relaxes even as he puts his key into the lock, door opening to the smell of your body wash.

His eyes find you first, dressed in one of his shirts, hair still wet.

“Oh.”

He lets it click shut behind him, eyes trailing up and down you shamelessly.

“Missed me?” You tease, and he nods. You wrap him in a hug, clingy as ever. He melts into you.

With you wrapping him in your arms, he has no choice but to stumble to the couch and let you sit him down and straddle him, lightly tracing the smile lines that won’t fade as he looks at you.

“Pretty boy,” you coo, and he smiles more. “What’s going on in your head?”

He makes a show of pretending to think and grab the thought before meeting your eyes. “Thinking about how gorgeous you are,”

You beam at him, and he wills the image to sear itself into his memory.

You’re so warm and soft above him, just supple skin and delicious smells that make his head spin with need, nothing on but his shirt and a pair of flimsy panties. He can feel everything, and it drives him insane, fingers twitching against your thighs. 

“Spence,” you whisper. “Words, baby,”

“You’re so soft,” he exhales quickly and you cock a brow, letting him trail his fingers to your inner thigh, where he draws circles.

He wants to pull your panties to the side so badly. But he knows to wait.

“Yeah? I moisturized today.” You give him a smile, sultry and enticing, and then you tug your (his) shirt off, pressing your breasts into his chest. “Feel. Soft, right?”

He obeys, trailing his fingertips so lightly it raises goosebumps. His mind feels like it’s full of cotton. “Yeah–yeah, soft,” he clears his throat, wanting to nibble hickeys into the skin. With effort, he tears his eyes away and to your face. “And so gorgeous. Like always.”

You hum, tap a finger against his temple. He leans into your hand, desperate for the touch. “Thank you, baby,”

He stares at you in silence, forcing back thoughts of what he wants. 

“Wanna prove how much you missed me?”

“Please,” his tone is almost reverent, and he should be ashamed how easily he folds for you; how he wants to be on or in you, always; how he wants and wants and wants, and how it’s never enough; how he’s happiest with your smell and touch overwhelming his senses.

“Show me.”

Spencer slips to the floor on his knees, pressing a kiss to the side of your knee. He crawls his hands up slowly, lets them hook in the waistband of your panties and tug. He thumbs the wet spot before dropping them to the ground, and he knows his eyes are blown out when he stares at your beautiful pussy, glistening with your need for him.

He exhales shakily and shuffles closer, presses a kiss to your thigh before licking a stripe up your core. He groans at the taste, shutting his eyes when you whimper at the sensation — the sight of your chest heaving, eyes glazed over already, head thrown back as far as you could while keeping your gaze trained on him… it was too much.

Spencer circles your clit with his tongue before kissing it, letting your thighs squeeze around him with an eager moan.

He shifts a little lower, nose bumping into your clit as he dips his tongue into you. You shudder, whimper his name like he’s helping you see heaven, and he sighs, sloppily licking into you.

He normally has good technique but he’s already so drunk off your taste, ears buzzing and face burning hot, red with desire and loss of air.

Spencer only whines when you tug on his hair and yank him back, reveling in the way it stings.

“Breathe, Spence,”

He nods, head swimming. He wants — god, he wants you spread open on his fingers and tongue, quivering under the stimulation, sweating and sobbing from how good it feels; he wants you to help him get off, wants you to fuck him until he can barely breathe and it aches to be touched; he wants you to mark him and he wants to be called yours.

“‘m yours,”

“Hm?” It comes off airy and whiny as he sucks your clit back into his mouth.

He takes a bit to answer, pulling back breathlessly. “Tell me I’m yours,”

“You’re mine,” you tell him, tugging his hair and shoving him back into you. He whimpers. Loudly. “You’re my good boy, you’ll do what I say, yeah?”

He nods vigorously, getting sloppier and sloppier, more whimpers and vibrations into you than coordinated movement. 

“Spence. My love,” you gasp, arching up into him. “Make me cum,”

Spencer nips your clit, just enough for you to shriek and melt under him after tensing. 

“Mine, my pretty fuckin’ girl,” he’s incoherent, babbling. “So sweet and pretty, always ready for me, such a sweet girl… tastes as good as you look, as you talk,” Spencer locks eyes with you finally, and he swears he could cum from how dazed you are alone.

You wail as he finally tips you over the edge, and Spencer can’t stop. Not when you taste so good, and all he can smell is your arousal coating his chin and your thighs, when you’re shaking around him and all he wants is for you to do it again.

It takes you yanking him away from you for his mind to clear a little from the fog, breathing heavily and eyes trained on your pussy until you guide him to look at you.

“Enough, baby,” you coo, rubbing your slick off his chin. “Give me a breather,”

He whines.

“Pussy-whipped,” you coo, and he can only nod. “Just give me a second and you can have me again,”

Spencer licks his lips. “Thank you.”

fuck it we ball (not proofread which.. expect that. when it comes to my works). i need him so bad. gif is my own :)

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[spencerreidafterhours]

Yes.

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[prentissluvr]

two mugs, half empty — luke alvez

pairing : luke alvez x bau!gn!reader (can be read as platonic or romantic) ➖⟢ genre : hurt/comfort ➖⟢ cw : feelings of guilt and shame, nightmare mentions, talk of canon typical violence, crying ➖⟢ wc : 2.8K

“you look like hell.”

“wow, thank you, luke. way to compliment somebody,” you deadpan, even though he said it with a voice full of empathy. he gives you a good-natured roll of his eyes before his face returns to that concerned look you opened your apartment door to.

“but seriously, did you sleep at all over the weekend?” you want to hate how much he cares about you, but the sincerity of his voice has you nearly ready to cave. 

“come in,” you offer, completely ignoring his question because the answer is “no, not really.” he raises his eyebrows at your lack of response, but steps in after you anyways. he can guess the answer well enough from the exhaustion evident in your whole figure.

you sit down with him in the kitchen, grabbing him a glass of water before he can say no to it. his gaze on you is heavy, but you ignore it in favor of examining the wood of the table in front of you. since you won’t say anything, he goes first.

“i came to check on you,” he states the obvious, “i’m– we’re kinda worried about you, you know? like, you haven’t responded to any of my texts all day and you never call in sick, even when you probably should, so i figured you’d probably be bedridden for you to make the choice to stay home.” he pauses for a long moment, as if inviting for you to explain why you’re, in fact, not bedridden, and not really physically sick at all. you don’t say a word. “so,” he prompts, “what’s up? why’d you turn down drinks with the rest of the team on saturday? kinda feels like you’re avoiding us.”

“i am avoiding you guys,” your voice comes out far quieter than you intended. you had wanted to sound nonchalant, and all you got was exhaustion. you sigh before continuing, “because you’re profilers and i don’t want to talk about it.” he sighs too.

“if it’s so bad that you went to the lengths to call off sick from work to avoid talking about it, it seems to me like it’s something you should talk about.”

you turn your head even further from him because you know he’s right. you’ve been holed up in your apartment, agonizing over what happened three nights ago, desperate to scream and cry about it to someone else. god knows you’ve done enough of that with yourself, but you’re reverting to old habits and it feels like you’re back to only knowing how to avoid, avoid, and keep avoiding.

“listen, i don’t want to push you, but i need you to know that i’m here for you.” his hand hovers over yours for a moment, silently asking permission before gently wrapping his fingers around yours. you clench your jaw and bite the inside of your cheek to keep tears from forming in your eyes. honestly, you didn’t think you could produce anymore, but here you are, trying not to cry in front of your coworker turned close friend whom you’ve probably upset by ignoring him.

luke gains a little bit of hope when you squeeze his hand. he squeezes back, hoping you feel the love and care that he puts into it. you do, and it doesn’t help your case with the whole crying ordeal.

“thanks,” you whisper. the thickness in your voice completely gives you away. tilting your head up to try to stop the flow of tears is plain old silly at this point, and he watches with a weight heavy on his heart as they overflow and fall down your cheeks. the tears catch in the light of the only lamp that’s turned on in the room. “fuck. goddammit,” you curse through the tears, well aware they won’t stop anytime soon. “luke,” you cry.

“i’m here,” he replies so earnestly without missing a beat that you begin to cry harder. that’s the last straw for him. quickly, he stands and wraps you up in his arms without a second thought. with you sitting, your face barely reaches his chest, and your arms reach around his lower torso. he’s got one hand rubbing up and down your back, the other cradling the back of your head into him. the way you hold onto him is desperate and breaks his heart, but he’s glad to give you something that you so clearly need. comfort.

“i–,” you try to explain, but you can’t get anywhere before choking on your own sobs.

“shhh, it’s okay. just let it out. i’m not going anywhere.” and he sticks to that promise, standing strong and unwavering, even after your tears run out and you can’t find it in yourself to pull away from him just yet. he doesn’t force a thing, just strokes the back of your head gently as a silent reminder that he’s there.

when you finally pull away, it’s only by a few inches, and he keeps his hands right where they are. he looks down at your face as you stare at the maroon fabric of his shirt and the tear stain you left behind. slowly, as if to not startle you, he bends down to be closer to your level. at first, you avoid meeting his eyes, but when the hand on your shoulder shifts up to your cheek and he gently wipes at the leftover tears, you let your gaze meet his. he gives you a smile, small and comforting, before speaking softly.

“i’m gonna make you some tea, alright?”

when you nod, his hands slide away from you, hesitant to let you go. your gaze follows his form as he turns and walks to the counter behind you, first grabbing your favorite mug from the cabinet and taking the liberty to grab one for himself too. then he’s at the pantry for the tea bags and he can feel your eyes on him. once the tea bags are on the counter, he’s by your side again. he gives you another soft smile as he grips the sides of your chair and turns it and you to face the counter. somehow luke just knows that him staying in your line of sight is a comfort to you, proof that he’s right there. he doesn’t want you to have to strain your neck in order to feel safe.

his silence as he fills and turns on the kettle, then sits back down beside you to wait for it to boil is a comfort too. it makes a difference that he’s not making you explain anything.

with him, the passage of time isn’t so horrible, and it’s easy to wait for the tea to be ready. when he sets the mug down in front of you, he tells you to be careful since it’s hot, even though you already know it. that’s when you make the decision that you will tell him what’s kept you holed up in your apartment for three days straight, what made you cry into his arms and skip work today.

it takes you four minutes of failed attempts to open your mouth and force a sound out of your throat before you finally get any words out. four minutes of sipping tea and thinking about how to start or how grateful you are that he’s here.

first comes a big, deep breath and another long moment of quiet. and then you realize you can’t just get into you, so you do your best and start by skirting around the actual problem.

“i know this job–” you have to clear your throat, “i know this job is really hard.” that sentence is kind of stupid purely because of how obvious it is, but you’ve at least started to tell him what this is all about. “and we’ve all learned ways to cope with that. i just– the way that, uh,” you pause to try and collect yourself a bit, but it does nothing to keep your voice from getting quiet, “the way that this last case ended? it, um, it…” suddenly you’re unsure what to even say. luke places his hand over your own, easing its shaking. you take another deep breath.”i can’t– i can’t get it out of my head. i can’t get her dead body out of my head and i can’t shake the feeling that it’s my fault.” 

he’s about to say something, assure you that it absolutely was not your fault, but then everything comes tumbling out.

“i know, logically, technically, that it’s not. i know that, i’ve rationalized this whole thing in my head, even out loud, over and over and over again for the past three days. i know, we didn’t profile him to be so paranoid. i played into his narcissism like i was supposed to, like anyone of us would have, but fuck! it was still my words that set him off, the shit i said got a bullet through her brain.” he squeezes your hand in support. “and when i wake up from the nightmares, i can still hear her whimpers as he held her at gunpoint, even worse, arguably, is her mom begging me to bring her home alive that same morning. you know what i told her? that we were doing everything we could to find her and bring her back, i promised.” the tears start up again. “i told her not to give up hope because the people i work with are incredibly good at their jobs. then i see her sobbing in the corner of the police station after rossi told her that her daughter was fucking dead. and you know what i fucking did? i put my head down and walked in the opposite direction with the excuse that reid could use some help taking down the evidence board.” 

your voice gets even shakier and the furrow in his worried brow deepens as you continue talking. “and i’m so ashamed, i’m so fucking ashamed, luke. i got her daughter killed and i couldn’t even tell her that–” a sob cuts you off, “that i’m sorry,” you cry. “i couldn’t face her. i couldn’t bear to see her crying about it or try and comfort her about it because i was too goddamn guilty to even look her in the eye. and now i see her and her dead daughter everytime i close my eyes.”

the silence after that is colossally heavy. to hear his softest voice calling your name as you stare into your half empty mug is enough to send more tears rushing down your cheeks. he sounds so heartbroken for you, like even he’s choked up by hearing your longwinded confession.

the way he moves is both careful and purposeful as he stands and urges you back into his embrace. this time your crying is quiet, just tears without sobs because you don’t have that left in you. it’s more short lived because it seems like your body’s finally run out of tears to give too. with one side of your face pressed against his shirt and his hands holding you there, it does feel a bit easier to breathe.

when he starts to talk, his voice is as soft as it has been all night. “i don’t want to tell you to just not feel ashamed or guilty. i wish you wouldn’t have to feel that way, really. but i want you to know that i understand. i don’t want to invalidate those things because they are real and they hurt and i understand why you’re feeling them. but it is not your fault. not for one second is it your fault. i’m sure you’ve reminded yourself this already, but we can never forget that it is only ever the fault of the people who pull the trigger on innocent lives.” 

you nod because he’s right, you’ve told yourself that many times. but you realize it makes a difference to hear these things out of his mouth, not just from your mind that was only desperate to ease your guilt. you suppose that’s what he wants too, but it’s somehow better.

he pulls away from you, and positions the chairs so that you’re sitting knee to knee as he holds both of your hands in his. he looks you in the eye as he speaks, every ounce of sincerity visible in his face and easy to hear in his voice.

“and we just can’t be perfect, we can’t be expected to be everything for everyone every time. dealing with family members who have lost their loved ones is one of, if not the, hardest thing that we have to do for this job. rossi was there for her this time, and it’s okay if it was too hard for you. what you did is completely understandable and completely okay. throughout this whole case, you followed procedure and you followed the profile. we all did. so if any of us stood where you did, with the mother and with the unsub, the same exact same thing could have happened. would you blame me for it if i were in your place?” he gently wipes a stray tear from your cheek. 

slowly, with his hand still cupping your face, you shake your head. “and would you forgive me for it?” it takes you a long moment of holding back more cries to answer, silently and slowly again. up and down, just once, you nod your head.

“there’s your answer. you’re allowed to not blame yourself and you’re allowed to forgive yourself. you are allowed to feel okay because we can’t fix this world, but we are making it better and we certainly deserve our own happiness. there will always be people who die and the people they leave behind. we just have to keep going because we are still saving lives. even more, our lives deserve to be protected as much as anyone else’s. we do that by allowing ourselves happiness, a life outside of all of the pain and gore and monsters of the world we work in. i’m sorry, and the things i say can’t make this all just go away. but i’m here for you and i think that being reminded of these things is a must for all of us. today’s one of those days where you deserve to be reminded.”

you don’t even think you could really cry again, even if you wanted to, but you certainly feel like it. only this time, it’s out of relief. your guilty conscience still tries to fight with his words, but the part of you that knows he’s right is holding onto his comfort with all it’s got and it’s making you want to burst into tears again. being reminded of your right to let it go is something you’ve needed, not just for this case, but for months. you didn’t even realize, but you’ve holding onto little things here and there and letting it build up until it all blew up in your face last friday night. so to let that all out and feel comforted is a relief far stronger than anything you’ve felt before.

“thank you.” your voice is back at a whisper, but you hope he can hear how much you mean it. you think he does when he smiles.

“of course. you’ll always have me, and you have everyone else on the team too, you know that.”

you nod and do your best to smile back. “thank you,” you repeat. you don’t even know what else to say. “and um, i’m always here for you too, luke. you know, just when i’m not a complete hot mess.” the lighter tone in your voice as you attempt a joke is luke’s relief, the relief that you’re on the way to feeling better.

“thanks,” he chuckles lightly. the sound makes you glad.

“hey luke?”

“yeah?” he replied in earnest, eager to give.

“can we order some thai food and watch movies until we fall asleep on the couch?”

that really makes him happy, and he grins like he always does to show it. “you know it.” so, he buys you food and tells you to pick all the movies. he lets you lean on him when you get tired, then carries you to bed and tucks you in when you fall asleep halfway through the first film. he stalls in your room by fixing the hair the falls onto your face and pressing a light kiss to your forehead. then he leaves the door cracked, just in case, and takes a while to fall asleep on your couch after putting the leftovers in the fridge. he cries a little, because he hates that it’s so hard for you, and it’s hard for him too. 

at the end of the day though, he’s just glad you’ll be okay.

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[reidcoffeemoon]

Has my panties soaked and dripping

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[sailorholly]

Appetizer

Summary: A night out with the team takes a delicious turn.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x F. Reader

Warnings: Smut. 18+ only. Minors DNI.

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“Give me your panties.” Your boyfriend Spencer, commanded. He was different since he got out of prison. There was something dark about him now. You weren’t complaining. Sure, you missed the old Spencer, but now he was rougher with you.

The sex was good before, but now he didn’t treat you like a porcelain doll, afraid you would break even from the lightest touch. He was still sweet to you, but you would have to say the sex is better.

You look at him with wide eyes, reaching your hand under your dress to remove them. You place one hand on his forearm to steady yourself, pulling your feet out one at a time. You fold them, placing them in his outstretched hand. He puts them in his pocket, grabbing your hand before you leave to meet the rest of the team.

When you arrive, you take a seat next to Penelope. She beams as you settle in, telling you how beautiful you look. You order your drinks when the server stops by. Kristy, Matt’s wife is talking about their kids, but you stop listening when Spencer’s large hand caresses your thigh.

Your eyes meet his, he lifts an eyebrow at you. You turn back to the conversation, Spencer leans in, his hot breath tickling your ear, sending goosebumps down your arms. “I don’t want to hear a sound fall from those pretty lips. Do you understand?” You nod your head, breath caught in your throat.

“Alright love birds, get a room!” Penelope teases you. You smile and laugh, pretending you weren’t affected by Spencer’s words. You are suddenly thankful you chose a black dress, so nobody else would see your arousal flooding the fabric.

Spencer’s hand inches higher, so close to where you need him. You continue talking with the girls while Spencer talks about the case the team just solved with Luke and Rossi. You squirm, the anticipation making it hard to sit still. Spencer removes his hand, taking a sip from his drink.

You stifle a whine, pretending you have to cough. Spencer’s hand returns, higher than before. You wonder if he can feel your desire for him dripping down your thigh. Your silent question is answered when he rubs it into your soft skin. The heat from his hand makes you throb. If he would only move his hand a little to the left and put you out of your misery.

The server starts taking everyone’s orders starting with Penelope. She hands her menu to the smiling man, who acknowledges you. “For you, miss?” Spencer plunges two fingers inside you, and you can’t remember what you were going to order. You were lucky you didn’t cry out at the sudden intrusion.

The server smiles, but you can tell he is growing impatient. “I, umm.” You begin, but Spencer cuts you off. “She’ll have the steak medium rare.” He answers for you. You smile at him in appreciation as his slender fingers curl, hitting your g-spot.

You quickly grab your glass and bring it to your lips, trying to stay silent. His thumb slowly swirls your clit, and your vision goes blurry. You grab his arm, needing something to steady yourself. The server comes by with the appetizers for the table, giving you a sideways glance. For a brief second, you think he knows.

Any worries about that fade as quickly as they came while Spencer’s long fingers slide in and out of you. You’re silently praying that Penelope can’t hear the obscene squelching every time his fingers glide into you. She’s none the wiser, gushing to Tara about her latest date.

Spencer continues working you with slow strokes of his fingers, his thumb dragging across your clit in small movements. Your fingers dig into his leg under the table. You watch as he acts unaffected, eating the greasy appetizer with his free hand. You shouldn’t be this turned on in public, in front of your coworkers sitting right beside you.

The server returns with everyone’s meals as Spencer picks up his pace. He adds another finger, strumming your clit with his thumb. It’s an effort not to rock your hips into his hand when you are so close. His thumb works faster as he curls his long fingers once more, tipping you over the edge.

Your steak is placed in front of you, as your orgasm rips through you. You grip the table, needing to hold on. You’ve never came this hard in your life. “Are you alright, miss? Your face is flushed. Would you like some more water?”

“Y-yes please.” You manage to mumble as your pleasure fades. Everyone looks at you, Emily asks if you want her to go to the bathroom with you because you do look quite flushed. You refuse, blaming it on the restaurant being too hot.

After your refill of water, everyone starts to dig in. Spencer removes his hand from between your thighs, bringing his sticky fingers to his mouth. His tongue swirls around the tip of one of his fingers. “Mmm” he moans as your taste reaches his tongue. “If the main course is as delicious as the appetizer, I’ve found my new favorite restaurant.” He winks at you, wiping his hand on his napkin.

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[fatalitysficbakery]

❥❥ Stolen Breaths. —

Spencer Reid x Black Fem!Y/n

genre: angst/fluff/smut

warnings: abduction, incest talk, csa talk, sexual harassment, and then immediately after, slight cockwarming, aggressive!spencer, headstrong!reader, hatefucking, punisher!reid.

synopsis: you’re angry at spencer, he’s angry at you, but his newfound aggression yields unexpected reactions.

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You don’t even remember what you were angry about. Maybe it was because he left the seat up, didn’t walk the dog when it was his turn, or maybe it was the way he looked at you. Eyes staring you down a little too long, licking his lips watching you scurry around the kitchen with nothing but a nightgown and bonnet on.

Or maybe… It was you that you were angry at truly. Angry that your bestfriend and roommate no longer felt simply like a bestfriend and roommate. You don’t exactly remember when the lines blurred and the “no dating friends rule” seemed to get childish and impossible to follow, but one day, one day you saw Spencer Reid as someone more than the goofy genius you’d met in Caltech. Maybe, you’d always been in love with him. You no longer knew.

That day though, you and Spencer Reid weren’t on speaking terms. Started that morning in your shared apartment, he was being particularly bitchy as he had been since coming home from prison, and you? Oh, you could no longer take it, the fight boiled over and at some point, you both just said fuck it — You needed to get to work and you had no more fight left inside you. It wasn’t serious, but paired with unlocking your feelings and no longer being shrouded with denial, you couldn’t take it. The car ride was driven in complete silence.

“I got you coffee, take it or leave it”.

Your eyes rest on Spencer’s, tempted to be petty and tell him you’d leave it, but having only slept about 4 hours, you needed all the caffeine you can get, especially with the case in front of you. Your hand grabs onto the mug, briefly meeting Spencer’s, he raises an eyebrow when you seem to flinch away from him, splashing a bit of coffee on your skirt.

“Shit”.

“I’ll go get napkins. Drink. You look exhausted”.

“Gee thanks for telling me, Doctor”. You speak through gritted teeth, which he just let's roll off his back, leaving to get napkins.

You look at the mess, it was small, could be cleaned up quickly, only with the stress already piled, your eyes begin to water, only put off by Spencer’s return. He looks concerned.

“Hey, it’s just coffee. We’ll get this up”.

“Okay..”

“Spence, Y/nn, we’re ready”.

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It’d been a day since you arrived for the case and the silent treatment certainly didn’t end with the coffee incident, no, you and Spencer were too alike for that to happen, too alike to let the stubborn game of cat and mouse go, it bleeds into your work and leaves the room with a lingering stench of tension and way too much pride. You sat in a chair angled just so you could see Reid, stood hunched over the desk, a map in front of him, hair in his face with eyes focused on the geo profile. You’re supposed to be working on a timeline but your eyes can’t keep wandering off your work and stalking the Doctor’s every move, bottom lip seated between your teeth, glances getting longer every time.

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“Hey, Y/n. Can we get the timeline”? Emily interrupts your 6th or 7th staring contests with Reid’s arm veins, with cheeks maroon in embarrassment, you feel like an utter fool to be so wound up about a man during an important case. It reminds you of a schoolgirl crush, and with that in mind, you kick yourself in the ass for being so childish, looking to Garcia for help putting everything together.

“Do you like watching Doctor Who, Y/n”? Penelope asks with a shit-eating grin on her face, your cheeks grow even redder, glaring at the tech analyst, and hearing a snicker coming from JJ just behind you. You weren’t as subtle as you thought.

“Shut up”.

Reid glances up from his map in confusion with eyebrows furrowed, he looks at you like you’re insane, obliviously questioning your tastes, “What’s wrong with Doctor Who”?

“Nothing…” You mumble, slumping down in your seat and finally focusing on what you need to. Your cheeks still hadn’t returned to their original color.

“When you’re ready”. Hotch cuts through sternly, though his eyes reflected amusement, nothing was helping your heartbeat slow down, if you could swallow yourself whole you would sure as shit attempt it. Sitting up, you clear your throat and stand up, “Brianna Victoria, 16, was abducted on April 13th on Shelley Dr. Her body showed up the next day on April 14th on Denver Rd. where her bestfriend Tina Mei was then taken, showing up half-dressed and assaulted on Shelley Dr. the next day on April 15th. She’d told detectives she was supposed to die but her fighting aggravated her captor, he stabs her, then throws her out on Shelley Dr. as planned”.

“The killer goes silent for 2 weeks until Veronica Jordan is abducted on May 1st along with Stacey Leanne on Madison Street which is approximately 3 blocks away from Shelley Dr. and Denver Rd. and though Tina came out strong…” Garcia continues, pressing a button to crime scene photos of the most recent victims posed on Shelley Dr, “Veronica and Stacey were not as lucky”.

“And neither were our most recent abductees, Fiona Yvonne and Jackie Alejandra. Abducted only 6 hours ago”. You finish, a solemn silence falling over the room with the information laid out in front of them.

“Make that 4 dead and 2 alive, Jackie Alejandra was found wandering down Denver Road, Fiona’s body…”? Tara speaks through Rossi’s speakerphone.

“Shelley Dr”.

You guess, sighing knowingly, you knew you were correct. thinking over everything in your head, you look at Tara for an answer, “Was Alejandra assaulted”?

“Didn’t look to be, had a few scratches and what turned out to be Fiona’s blood”.

Spencer goes back to his desk upon hearing this, piquing your interest when he dives into a stack of case files and evidence as if those wheels in his big ole brain had started to turn and the case could be closed now. You walk over to him curiously, looking over his shoulder.

“Kid, what are you thinking”? Rossi speaks up.

“Didn’t Jackie know the other victims as well”? Spencer asks, but you know it’s rhetorical; he knows she knew the other victims. He’s sure of it.

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“He said he loved me, We were gonna get married b-but then he told me Brianna loved him too, Tina too… They were both jealous of me. He only really loved me. I just lured them out there, nothing else…” Jackie’s eyes were distant as she spoke, traumatized and brainwashed by the very man she was supposed to be able to trust. Spencer sits on one side with you on the other, she could only look at you without shaking terribly so he kept out of eyesight.

“Who told you this Jackie? How did Tina, Brianna, and Fiona get in this”?

Her eyes water, spilling over with tears soon after. She grips the thin hospital blanket, clearly rerunning the memories over in her head like a constant film. She stares at you, it instead appears she’s staring right through you.

“He was so angry that day,” Jackie starts, southern accent thick and trembling on each word, “Brianna told me they’d been intimate, I confronted him and he told me she was a lying bitch, she’d come onto him. Told me we needed to get rid of her. So, I lured her to the farm to - to “study” Daddy always said Brianna was pretty, but he told me I was his only girl… His only true Princess”.

Your eyes widen slightly, looking at Reid whose already leaving to go call Hotch and the others while you gather more info.

“Brianna let it slip that Tina Mei knew about her and Papa and that she knew about me and Papa and was gonna tell the school. So, daddy told me to bring her out there too after he got rid of Brianna. She would make them take me away from him… He was angry that day too. Tina Mei didn’t wanna come but I convinced her by telling her what he told me to say…That I wanted to tell the school. He’d be out that day and we could run…He was even angrier when Tina Mei got away, I, um, I got the brunt of it. After that, I stopped bringing friends over”.

Your heart hurt for Jackie, she wasn’t anything other than a traumatized, trauma bonded victim herself. How a father could look at a daughter like that was beyond your comprehension.

“But Fiona… I made the mistake of not going to school one day. Fiona was a nice girl, I liked her a lot. She was one of my only friends after Brianna and Tina. Papa wasn’t worried bout Tina telling anything, she was scared of him and Y’all were focused on Tyler Lyon so he had plenty of time with his real princess. With me. T-till Fiona came over that day… I never get sick, I don’t know why I got sick”. She sniffles, looking away from you, out the hospital's window. You knew this was just to hide the tears, there wasn’t too much interesting about a hospital's roof.

Her voice breaks, and she finally lets the tears out.

“The second he saw her, he let her in, asked her if she’d like some tea. They were talking when I came in, Fiona has a pretty smile. She smiled at me, told me she brought my homework. Papa smiles his toothy grin at me… I nearly collapsed. He invited her for dinner, I hid under my bed like always. s-she was already unconscious by the time he was finished with her. Then h-he…”

“It’s okay, he can’t hurt you here, Jackie”.

She takes in a shaky breath and whimpers, “He loaded her body up in the truck. Took us to Shelley Dr. and left her there. When he was taking her out…I ran. Didn’t look back, just…I just ran”.

You stare pitifully at the girl, a baby. Not that much younger than your oldest little sister. After taking her statement, you go out to meet Reid, a lump in your chest staring into his eyes.

“That little girls been through so much… Let’s go get the bastard, Spencer”.

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Viktor Alejandra was a nasty-looking thing, you were beaming when you finally brought the psychopath in, in the interrogation room the cocky bastard had pissed Spencer off when his eyes lingered too long on you, the fact he seemed to be getting off on making disrespectful and highly inappropriate comments towards you.

It all came to a head when Viktor made one last comment before you and Spencer were done questioning him, ready to send him to prison, but what he says, cannot be ignored.

“You would’ve been my favorite, Agent Y/ln. Would’ve took my time with you… Mm. If only you were younger”.

It all happened so fast, the second you turn around to respond to the disgusting creep, Spencer has him pressed against the wall and you have to pull the two apart, eyeing your partner just as Hotch enters the room. You shake your head at Spencer, “He’s going to prison, let him rot in his cell, Reid”.

Hotch’s disapproving eyes paired with your words seems to sober the Doctor, letting Alejandra go, he growls, “I’ll be there front and center when they put the needle in your arm, Alejandra”.

Your eyes widen in shock, taking your bestfriend out of the room in silence. When you’re out, he snatches his arm from yours and walks off; you feel like a guilty mess for what it does to you.

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The ride home is also one spent in total silence for about 15 minutes, that is. You can’t deny how different Reid’d been acting since he’d gotten home from prison, and today proved it. He was defending you, you were aware, but this was also the man who’d told his crush 10 snail facts as a conversation starter. — Needless to say, the man you previously knew had definitely changed, and your body was fighting to decide if that was a good or bad thing.

“You didn’t have t-”

“I did”.

Instantly irritated, you turn to your roommmate and stare him down, eyes zeroing in on him determinated to get to the bottom of all of this. You were tired and genuinely missed your bestfriend, conflicted feelings aside.

“You’ve been different since prison, Reid”.

“We’ll talk about this inside, Y/n”.

His jaw clenches, eyeing you down with a stare so cold it’d sent shivers down your very spine, if you hadn’t known any better you’d think Reid had lost his mind. From experience you knew he was as serious as a heart attack. You despised when he got this way, always able to stop your frazzled ranting or prideful persistence, swallowing down your earlier words, you’re silenced with a glance.

Though effectively silenced, you hoped the doctor didn’t think this was over. Crossing your arms, you couldn’t be happier when the car stops and you’re finally home. Getting out of the car, you storm ahead of him, hearing him not too far behind calling after you, “Don’t wanna talk about it? Fine. Just fine”. You mumbled under your breath to yourself, struggling to fit the key into the lock. A hand is placed on top of yours, taking the key from your hand, Spencer unlocks the door.

“Now let’s talk”. He says as soon as you two cross the threshold, his voice is a little softer than before, however, you can’t bring yourself to listen, you liked seeing Spencer Reid sweat over you, the game would continue until you’re out of your pencil skirt and freshly showered.

“No”.

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Your first mistake — Mindlessly grabbing a t-shirt from your closet, you slip it over your head without thinking consciously of the significance behind said shirt. The one that Spencer had personally taken off his back when you came home drenched from the rain, the one that soothed you with the scent of Spencer Reid. You stand in front of your full-length mirror, hair cut boyishly short that it gave you a sense of androgyny, it furthered your pixie-like features and feline akin eyes; You smile at yourself, trying to force the tension of tonight away, only; it was time to make your second mistake.

You head downstairs. The clock reads 12:39 A.M. You really shouldn’t be drinking tea so late, but the day was long and you didn’t think you could sleep with the awkwardness between you and Reid still sticking to the air around you, persistently.

You’re stood next to the stove when he comes in, hair damp from his own shower, rocking a Caltech hoodie and a pair of grey sweats. When you don’t acknowledge his presence, he’s already walking closer, stalking towards you with no doubt the conversation you’d long since abandoned on exhaustion alone. You’re sure that’s what he wants, but then he opens his mouth and the next words to come out startle you worse than the whistling of the tea kettle.

He’s burning a hole through your skull when he asks, hand reaching out to touch your wrist and catch your attention, “How long have you been in love with me”?

Turning off the stove, you slowly turn to face the male, searching to find the second head he’d grown, your heart is beating too quickly, your eyes shifting trying to avoid the question and ask your own; you surely hadn’t heard the man right. The man who’d been your bestfriend since college, the man who’d told you JJ was the only woman he’d ever loved.

“What”?

“You’ve never been hard of hearing, Y/n. Answer me”.

There’s that stare again, it’d been haunting your very days and long, long nights. You can feel your knees turning into jelly as your mind scrambles to look for an answer, one that satisfies him without exposing you, his stare doesn’t falter waiting for you to speak, glancing at the clock for a moment, he looks back to you expectantly.

It all tumbles out before you have a chance to stop it, “six years”.

Spencer is getting closer, towered over you with his scent clouding your every sense, it’s there that you drift into a headspace that puts you directly into his hands, his stare contrasts your dazed, confused one, instead his features are scrunched into a dangerous hateful glare, “You just can’t help it, it’s unavoidable”.

With no idea of what he means, you go to speak but no words seem to come out. This was a profiler’s bread and butter, he stares right through you like an open book, examining you, he steps into your very psyche with ease, lifting you onto the counter, the cryptic words he spoke becoming clearer with the next.

“Relax your face, you’re a profiler”.

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“Relax your face, you’re a profiler”.

Those were his next words to me, I wish I could say I mustered up the courage to give a snappy remark back, but the Doctor’s hold on me was like no other, I was never the shy type until he’d come into my life. Used to swear up and down that I didn’t have a crush on him in any way, only to blush profusely keeping eye contact with his hazel browns. He’s a breath away now, I can feel his body heat radiating off of his skin and onto mine, a gentle kiss away. I feel a finger rest beneath my chin and now I’m staring directly into the good doctors' eyes, watching an impossible dream seemingly come true before me. It feels cliche but just perfectly so when his body is pressed against mine thumb swiping over my bottom lip, my left-hand wraps around his wrist, and I don’t miss the way his eyes darken before he leans down to my height and our lips meet.

We’d been friends for 12 years. For so long the urges have stayed shrouded with denial and fear of rejection; my brain drifts to nothingness when I allow his tongue to slip into my willing mouth, my legs nearly buckling underneath me — He keeps his hold on my waist tight, bottom lip tugging at mine, the kiss no longer the tender loving it’d started as; Right now, the room reeks of carnal desire, he pulls away only for a second and I can see it in his eyes. The same relief I’d felt, it had finally all come together, the kiss the last piece to our once forgotten puzzle; his hands come up underneath my thighs, lifting me onto the island with ease, he never breaks eye contact albeit lifting me as if it were nothing.

The silence is broken by a question I’d never thought I would be asking him, “How long have you been in love with me, Doctor”?

It’s then that I recognize the stare, it’d seemed incomprehensible until now, he’s studying me, hesitant of his next words, and that’s when the emotion in his eyes becomes unmistakably clear, “Can I show you”?

“Take the lead, Sir”.

For a moment, it’s as if he hates my being. The glare he holds so disgustingly angry my back hits the cabinet trying to back away. This was my Spencer Reid and yet I felt I knew nothing about him the longer this went on, he hoists me onto my shoulder, I feel a harsh smack to my ass and chuckle sounds through the kitchen as we, well, he walks away to his bedroom. My third and final mistake was thinking it was over. Thinking his anger and mine had dissipated; simply, it’d been delayed, getting into the darkness of the Doctor’s room is when I realize his plan, stood against the cold of the wall watching him grab something unseen from the dresser.

“9 years. Now that I’ve answered your question, you answer mine”.

“W-what do you wanna know”?

There’s a silver glint I see in his hand, unbuttoning his dress shirt with the other, freckled ivory skin peeking from beneath. Every part of him exposes more art, and I’ve become excellent at examining every detail down to the letter, the very reason we stood in this room rooted in my (not so subtle) admiration. My stomach drops into my ass when he turns around finally, holding up a pair of silver handcuffs engraved with “Spencer’s Property” on the sides. His smirk broadens when I turn bright red, “The pretty boy, hm? Never too good with speaking to women”?

My ears ring with the beating of my heart and the thudding of his shoes on the wood floors, the squeak I hear let out I’m not sure is my own, I’d never done so before. What is it now? Midnight? Did I leave the oven on? Lose my keys? Maybe I needed to che— The horror movie genre lacked the Good Doctor’s impeccable timing, too busy finding excuses and ways to escape before I’m putty in his hands; I don’t see him in front of me nor do I feel the handcuffs until they click.

With his lips near my ears, I feel him pressed against my thigh, and it’s way too late now. I know I’m all his. I’m okay with being all. his.

“We’re going to work on your poker face, Agent. Our whole team is aware that you love Doctor Who”.

My eyes widen, like a kid caught sneaking sweets before dinner, a deer in headlights. I knew I wasn’t the most subtle, 2 years of acting classes gone to waste, I suppose.

“That question I had…” Spencer, or whoever this movie villain in his place was began to speak, his eyes darker than before shrouded with an air of danger. “Why do you wish to piss me off so much”? he asks, head tilted to the side; before I can even open my mouth, he’s speaking again.

“Don’t answer that, rhetorical. I know you like it, I saw it this morning and I saw it when I almost strangled Viktor…You love the aggression, don’t you? Well… Now, I’ll give it to you and I’ll enjoy every fucking second of it because you love to push my buttons. Safeword”.

“P-pear”.

“On the bed. I want your face blank, and so help me if I see any reaction, I’ll be carrying you into the jet. Understood”?

I don’t like how speechless he’s gotten me, I want to fight, push his buttons more but in turn…All that comes out is a weakly uttered, “Understood, Doctor”.

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“You look beautiful in my clothes, god…”

Spencer wears only his boxers, adoring the way your needing eyes follow him, whimpers becoming impatient as he prolongs the inevitable as if only to tease and punish you. Climbing into bed, he shakes his head at your growing impatience and sighs, “Crawl to me, on my lap”.

“What is this…”?

He has no time for your questions, without warning you’re pulled into his lap with his dick pressed against your clothed cunt, which is slid to the side with ease — His eyes bore into yours knowingly, you’re almost embarrassed by the stare he gives, ashamed of how wet you already were, your mouth falls open when he slides his cock up your slit, collecting the grool from your arousal. You feel a harsh slap to your thigh, squealing into his neck; He takes the distraction to fully sink into you, your moan gains you a new slap to your thigh, Spencer hisses out —

“No. Fucking. Reactions. This is a lesson, Bunny”.

Whispering a soft “Yeah…y-yeah”, you’re not sure what the Doctors' game is, you want to follow his instructions, to obey; He, intentionally, made that harder. Just when you thought you’d finally mastered a poker face, he’d unexpectedly thrust up, your face would contort, or you’d moan, squeal, whimper, he’d slap your thigh…You’d go again.

This time, however, you’re determined not to let him win. His hands are busy groping you beneath the shirt you wore, toying with you like you were nothing more than a sex doll for his entertainment; he’s quiet, calculating, and in your opinion? A raging asshole, all in the best way. He’s barely said a word, content with exploring your body in silence; You’d think. He quickly reminds you why he’s the smartest on the team, pumping into you wildly, a hand wrapped around your throat, eyes daring you to make a noise or show any reaction.

You’re thinking of it as holding your breath underwater or trying not to blink. It gets boring fast, the obedience does. You’re not obedient. You don’t want to be; letting go, you look the Doctor right in the eye, the room suddenly lively with the noise of skin slapping together, your moans, and the grunts and groans of Doctor Reid. A perfect cacophony of chaos that ends with you pinned underneath him, his hips thrusting into your inviting cunt even rougher, sweats dripping from his forehead, you know you’ve made him angrier, and that in itself is enough to get you closer to the brink of insanity.

“You don’t listen, Brat. It’s like you exist to piss me off”.

Clenched around his cock with a vice-like grip, you pull him into the warmth of your walls and trap him there, watching his eyebrows knit together, hips stuttering when he feels you, “Do I? Or is it just that you’re exactly like me? Getting all hot and bothered when you see me angry”.

Let’s toe the line, Reid’d been changing anyway, you decided you wanted to know just how much. Your eyes fight with his, neither daring to look away with heated glares, synced moans are the only thing to cut through the tension building in the room like a misty sauna, it swirls around the two of you; entangled limbs and sweat. This felt right, this felt like it’d been needed, a mistake the universe was just starting to fix. Your lips clash, a battle of dominance ensues; The aggression radiating off of Spencer is pure and unadulterated.

Feral.

“You talk too much, Agent. It’s time to fix that. Suck”.

His thumb forces it’s way between your lips, feeling your orgasm approaching, your newest goal becomes the Doctor’s pleasure, entertainment. You put on your best performance, drool dribbling down to your chin suckling on the digit, you revel in the fantasies that come with, cunt clenching around him just thinking about choking on his dick, and not his thumb.

That’s what sends you over the edge, a red hot blinding edge. A strangled moan of his name is released, taking his thumb from your mouth he moves it to your clit, his pounding only becoming more brutal, passionate. He’s breathing hard, focused and determined and with the overstimulation, you cry harder.

There’s nothing more arousing than your cries of pleasure to Spencer Reid, he could listen to them on repeat, he could watch you fall apart on repeat. Oh, that excited him. Locked on his target, the pace he sets is quick but controlled, hips rolling into you smoothly, you can hear your cum mixing with his precum. It’s disgusting, filthy, and it’s all too much — You love it.

“You got one more for me, yeah? One more”.

With a hand wrapped around your throat, Spencer throws his head back, “O-one more”.

“C-cum with me, Spencer”.

The sound of his full name dripping from your lips…

You feel every rope of cum that pours into you, your moans once again meeting for one last duet.

It’s only after the crescendo that you realize the two of you’d been screaming each other's names. The moment calmer, you let out an unintentional giggle at the timing, watching Spencer unsheath himself from inside you; his cum drops down your thigh, the perfect time for a giggle-filled question, “D-did we both just”?

“Yes we did”. Reid lies beside you, his own laughter tripping him up.

“You know we still have so much to talk about, right”?

Pulling you into his arms, Reid presses a kiss to your forehead and smiles, reveling in the moment before he’d finally get up and get the two of you cleaned up.

“Yes, we do”.

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A/N: kept second guessing myself but I finally got it finished and I’m not that mad at it. Weeee. Hard Dom Reid>>>>>

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Mine, all mine| Spencer Reid

Request| I love your writing and if you're interested of course, I'd really like to read something with jealous Reid x bau!reader . Maybe some angst at first where Spencer is a bit insecure and then it ends in fluff or smut, whatever you decide.

Summary: Spencer starts to feel jealous after realising how many men flirt with you. You try to reassure him, that you don’t want them, and you only want him.

Content: Fem!reader. Some angst, fluff but mainly smut. Jealous Spencer. Dom!Spencer. Sub!reader. Marking/spanking. no mentions of contraception. Pet names (Princess and sir) 18+

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Spencer Reid had never been a jealous man before, insecure certainly, but jealousy wasn’t his thing. However, lately, a peculiar feeling had been creeping into his thoughts, catching him off guard. It was an unfamiliar sensation that left a bitter taste in his mouth.

He saw how other men in the FBI looked at you, or when you were out in the field, how the police would flirt with you. He knew you wouldn’t cheat, you barely entertained the men that talked to you, but he still hated it and thought one of them may take you away from him.

He trusted you though; he had never once doubted your loyalty or intentions. The people Spencer didn’t trust were the men who would watch you like hawks, or flirt with you any chance they got.

 

You had noticed how he was acting. Though you liked it when he was possessive over you, you wondered if you had giving him any reason to act this way. So, while the rest of your friends were either dancing or getting more drinks, you asked; “Spencer, are you okay? Have I given you any reason to be jealous because that’s what you’re acting like.”

 

“I’m not jealous. It’s just… you’re mine” Spencer said through grated teeth, while placing his hand gently on your thigh. “Say it, say you’re mine Y/N.”

 

“Spencer, you know I’m yours. Why are you being like this?” While you knew Spencer could get possessive, he had never once asked you to proclaim to the world you belonged to him.

 

“I want to hear you say it. I see how other men look at you and hear how they flirt with you. So, say you’re mine. Tell the world you belong to me.” His hand was now gripping your thigh, you knew it was going to leave marks.

 

“Why are you acting like this Spencer. Do you not trust me?” Spencer's grip tightened, making you wince. His eyes bore into yours, his jaw clenched. “It’s not you I don’t trust. It’s them. God, they look at you as if you are naked in their bed.”

 

You could sense the anger building up in him. You put your hand on top of his, trying to calm him down. "Spencer, please. I'm not going anywhere. You have nothing to worry about."

 

“Okay. Well just say you’re mine then, that’s all I want to hear.”

 

You took a deep breath, trying to think of the right words to say to Spencer. You knew that he was just afraid of losing you, but he needed to understand that you were in this relationship because you wanted to be, not because someone was forcing you to.

 

“I’m yours, Spencer. I belong to you and no one else. I love you and only you,” you said, looking into his eyes and trying to reassure him.

 

He let out a deep breath, his grip on your thigh loosening. “Thank you,” he said, leaning in to kiss you. His kiss wasn’t gentle, or soft. It was full of passion and possessiveness, devouring you completely. His hand moved to your hair, gripping it tightly as he deepened the kiss even more. You could feel his need for you, his fear of losing you, and his desire to claim you as his own.

 

As he pulled away, he looked deep into your eyes once again. “I love you, Y/N. But I want to ruin you. Ruin you for other men.” He leaned in, speaking the last part in your ear. “Because you are mine.”

 

You were left speechless; all could let out was a little whimper. You loved this new side of Spencer.

 

“I think I’m going to take Y/N home.” Spencer's voice was firm, possessive, and brooked no argument. He pulled you up from your seat and led you out of the bar, his hand gripping yours.

 

The drive back to his apartment was silent, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turning white. You still hadn’t found your voice, and even if you had, you knew there would be no use in arguing with him.

 

As soon as Spencer opened the door to his apartment, he pushed you inside and slammed the door shut behind him. He locked the door and turned to face you, his eyes smouldering with intensity.

 

“You look so beautiful; I can’t really blame those men for looking at you. But maybe I should do something to show them that you’re mine.” He moved so close to you; you could feel his hot breath against your ear. “Leaving little marks on you won’t do it.”

 

He seemed to think for a while, but you knew he had already thought about what he was going to do. Suddenly, his lips were back on yours, devouring you with a fierce hunger. His hands roamed your body, pulling you closer to him until there was no space left between you.

 

“I’m going to mark you, Y/N. Show everyone that you’re mine.” Spencer's voice was low and husky. “But my marks aren’t going to be little hickeys. No, my marks are going to leave an impression.” He pulled away from you, leaving you slightly dazed.

 

You wanted to ask him what he was planning on doing to you if it was going to hurt more than usual. But he didn’t let you speak, before he started talking; “Princess, I’m going to need you to go to the bedroom and wait on your knees. Is that okay?” His voice was soft and gentle, but you could tell it was a command.

 

You turned around, and started walking towards the bedroom, his eyes never leaving you. You kneeled on the floor, crossed your legs, and placed your hands on your knees. You had done this many times before, but this time felt different.

 

As you waited for him to join you in the room, you wondered what exactly he was going to do. You had seen what he was capable of, so you weren’t afraid. You saw him walk into the room, his presence didn’t bring much comfort, you saw a look in his eyes, one of annoyance, almost anger.

 

“You know I’ve noticed how you act when other men give you attention. You like it, don’t you? Am I not good enough?” While he asked a question, one he expected you to answer, you knew he already knew he was good enough.

 

“Of course, you’re good enough, you’re more than good enough”, you replied softly.

 

Spencer looked at you, his eyes darkening. He started to take off his belt but hadn’t told you to get up or to start to undress yourself.

 

“I want you to show me how much I mean to you.” Spencer looked at you as he spoke, his eyes full of desire as he watched you obey his command.

 

Spencer was standing in front of you, his cock already hard and ready to go.

 

“Suck it” he growled.

 

You did as you were told, knowing this is what he wanted. His hands gripped the back of your head as you deepthroated him.

 

"That's it princess, take it all" Spencer grunted. You felt tears start to well up in your eyes, but you enjoyed this, and you knew he did too. As you looked up at him, you saw the pleasure that was his face, the moans leaving his mouth.

 

His hand gripped your hair faster and faster, and finally he just yelled "Fuck" and emptied his load down your throat. "Beautiful" he whispered, out of breath.

 

He sat on the bed and motioned you over. As you went to him, he began to undo your buttons on your shirt. "I'm going to punish you for allowing those men to flirt with you." You nodded, and he let you remove the shirt, taking off your bra in the process.

 

 "Who do you belong too?" Spencer asked.

 

“You, sir.” you whispered.

 

“That’s right. And you’re going to feel the pain that you deserve for having me worried all night.” He ran his hand down your bare skin. “Now lay across my lap.”

 

You got over his lap, and he began spanking you. This wasn’t new, you knew it’s something Spencer enjoyed. It hurt more than usual, but you knew that was because he was angry with you. He spanked you harder and harder until your ass was bright red.

 

“Have I made my point, princess?” Spencer’s voice was thick.

 

“Yes, sir.” you said, tears still streaming down your face.

 

Spencer placed his hand on your ass, rubbing it gently. “Princess, I love you. I just don’t want to see other men trying to take you away from me.” He kissed you, pulling you closer to him.

“I’m sorry, sir.” you whispered.

 

“Don’t be sorry, just don’t let it happen again.” He pulled your hips closer to him. “You’re going to make me hard again, aren’t you?” He asked with a smirk.

 

“Yes, sir.” you said softly.

 

“What are you going to do about it?” He growled.

 

He looked at you with a smirk before he reached between your legs and started rubbing your clit. "Fuck, you're so wet. Do you enjoy been punished?”

 

"Yes, sir." you whimpered.

 

Spencer started rubbing your clit, pinching it, making you moan. He smiled and just watched you, and when he saw the pleasure written across your face, he pushed his fingers deeper inside you, curving them up against your g-spot. He leaned closer to you, your body still moving against his fingers. He licked your neck and whispered "You're mine."

You couldn't say anything, just moved against his fingers. He bit down on your shoulder, then ran his tongue up your neck.

 

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum." You moaned.

 

"Cum for me, princess." Spencer panted.

 

You were shaking harder and harder as the pleasure built up inside of you. Spencer started rubbing your clit again, and you came harder than you ever had.

 

Spencer took his fingers out of you and moved you off his lap, gently laying you on the bed. He stood up and took the rest of his clothes off. He climbed on the bed next to you and leaned over to kiss your lips. He whispered in your ear "You're so beautiful." You could see the lust and love in his eyes. He kissed you again and pulled you closer, pressing his body against yours.  

 

You felt his cock against your legs, and in one quick move he entered you. You moaned against him as he thrust into you. He whispered in your ear, "Fuck, you're so tight."

 

He wrapped your legs around him as he moved in and out of you.  "Such a good girl. You're dripping wet. You like it rough, don't you?" Spencer whispered into your ear. You could only let out a moan in response.

 

He started thrusting into you harder and harder, until he had no more to give. He pulled out of you and pulled you close to him. He kissed you deeply and said, "I love you." You smiled up at him and said "I love you too, Spencer." You fell asleep in his arms.

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