#dark spencer reid

[crucifiedramblings]

liability — unsub!spencer x bau!reader (part one)

minors dni, adult content ahead. minors/ageless blogs will be blocked.

summary: after a year of being engaged, spencer reid left you behind and resigned from quantico. you haven’t heard from him since, and your life has finally returned to a somewhat normal state. you moved into your own place, got promoted to hotchner’s prior position, and started to heal. it’s been two years since that fateful day when you get an unexpected visitor at the office— and you’re all alone. 

warnings: heavy smut, implied dubcon, manipulation/gaslighting, sadistic themes, pet names, oral (f receiving), fingering, overstimulation if you squint, choking, spit, bruising/marking

word count: 2.4k

next part: n/a

notes: so, spencer being an unsub isn't really discussed (there isn't much talking at all, if we are being real), but he is one of their open cases when him and the reader, uh . . . reconnect. he is more dark-natured and resilient than he used to be. this is gonna be at least two parts, apologies for any leading on i may have done here!

you rubbed your eyes intensely, powering through the last few pages of reports that you had to proofread before faxing over to hotch. when you agreed to take over his job, celebrating his success in moving up the chain of command, you never expected it to be so draining. you rarely got to go home on time, spending most evenings in your office when everyone had long since hit the road. your fellow agents often offered to keep you company, but you refused. there was no good reason that multiple of you had to have a spoiled evening. it was very odd being the boss, but also endearing. you had to make frequent tough calls, some nearly impossible, but it was part of the charm. or, at least, that is what you told yourself to justify it. 

you sipped your coffee, staring at the brazen plate on your door with your name engraved into it. you went as far as to move into hotchner’s old office space, filling the cream-colored walls with frames of pressed flowers and pinned moths. you were a collector of your favorite people and experiences; you kept a dart board for jareau, a mockingjay print for gideon, a colorful puzzle collage for penelope, and— unfortunately— a chess board for spencer. you had other things too, but those were the main items on full display in your office. although, you kept a group photo of you, morgan and hotch on your desk. 

you used the armrests of your chair to push yourself to your feet, stretching and starting the walk to the kitchen area. you made a small snack and a fresh pot of coffee, running to the restroom before pouring a new cup. the steam curled up into the air, the aroma of the grounds filling your nose. as you tried to enjoy the earthy smell, you couldn’t help but feel as though you were being observed or studied, like an animal in its enclosure — analyzed. you turned slowly, greeted with an empty room and a door that was slightly ajar, although you could’ve sworn it was closed when you came in. it was getting late, nearing almost two in the morning by now. your memory has never proved to be the most reliable when deprived of much-needed rest. 

you slowly tugged your way back up the stairs to your office, the elevators being locked down after a certain time. rounding the corner, you narrowed your eyes, confused to find your office flooded in darkness. the lamp had shut off when you were gone. you didn’t like how this felt — you weren’t losing it, were you? this floor had frequent surges in random rooms, so it wasn’t entirely nerve-wracking. you sighed, blindly making your way to the lamp in the far corner and tugging the cord to turn it on. you allowed your eyes to adjust, making a disgruntled groan when you remembered the reports waiting for you. 

as you turned to sit back at your computer, you were met with a very familiar face — doctor spencer reid. he sat, nonchalantly occupying your chair with a hairpin curve of a smirk on his lips. he looked smug. you weren’t sure if it was because he had been able to sneak past security without detection, or because he was able to sneak past you. your face fell flat, dropping the mug of coffee you had been carrying. it shattered on the floor, hot coffee spilling all over your leather shoes. you didn’t even care, so stunned that you couldn’t bring yourself to speak. spencer picked up on that, standing from the chair in one swift motion and approaching your smaller frame. 

“you look wonderful,” his voice was melodious to your ears, even if it shouldn’t have been, “even better than the day i left.” spencer let a low chuckle bubble up from his chest, gently grasping your hands in his own. you ripped away from his touch furiously, stepping back as your eyes stung with prickling tears that collected in the corners. 

“you don’t—” you sniffled, swiping your hair out of your face, “you don’t get to fucking do that! you don’t get to drop everything, abandon the people you love, just to come back whenever you feel like it!” you raised your voice, determined to make him feel what you had, “get the fuck out.” you gestured to the door and shoved past him, sitting in your chair and starting up the report you had due. spencer lingered by the introductory door plate, reading it with a chuckle. 

“you really made something of yourself, huh, angel?” spencer’s voice adorned a soft and flirty lilt, “i’m so proud of you—” he approached your desk once more, leaning across and steadying his weight on his palms. “i don’t think you really want me to leave, do you, pup?” he circled your desk like he was a starving piranha, placing his hands on either side of your chair and forcing you to have nowhere else to go. he leaned in close, face dipping down to your neck as he left a trail of haphazard kisses along your jaw and throat. he occasionally pulled the tender skin between his teeth, sucking down hard and fast to see what kind of noise he could force from your perfect mouth. “i think you still need me, even if you don’t want to.” spencer hummed, tongue running a stripe of saliva along your collar. 

“stop,” you weakly whispered, only because your pride wouldn’t allow you to tell him what you truly wanted; him. spencer had been gone so long, you almost forgot how effortlessly good he made you feel. the wet patch on your panties tripled in size the longer he toyed with you, but everything aside, he hurt you. he abandoned you. yet, in this moment, no hurt he was responsible for mattered. you knew that if hotch were here, he would have talked some sense into you. unfortunately, spencer knew how to melt your brain right out of your cunt in the most devious ways. 

“am i making you nervous?” spencer danced his fingertips along your collarbones and released a content sigh, “i’m willing to bet that i am— the way your breath hitches when i touch you, clenching your teeth and trying to hide any sign of how turned on you’ve gotten from the lightest brush of my fingers—” he took a brief pause, gently sliding your blazer from your shoulders as you absent-mindedly parted your back from the chair to assist him. “the human body is so strange; you could be the best profiler in the bau, keeping your emotions under wraps with no error, and your silent cues would still give away everything i need to know.” spencer’s voice dipped into a low, sultry tone as he felt the newly exposed skin of your upper torso. 

“and—” you cleared your throat, straightening your posture as you locked eyes with the other in an attempt to assert yourself. “what do my silent cues tell you, doctor reid?” you narrowed your eyes, trying to persuade your inner, more sex-driven monologue to stop thinking about his hands on your—

“you’re torn,” spencer started, “part of you wants to kill me for leaving you— but you have to understand, sweetheart— you would have just gotten in the way. you weren’t ready for that kind of lifestyle.” you were confused, to say the least, and his patronizing tone only made you more pissed until he grasped your jaw and forced you to keep eye contact. “i’ve been very bad,” he grinned, “and i didn’t want to bring you down that road with me.” his expressions, his dialogue— all of it was reminiscent of the likable villain in a suspense film; although, in your line of work, there was rarely such a thing. 

“what about the other part?” you spoke up once his grip on your face has loosened, hands shoving into the pockets of his slacks. it was your turn to do the profiling, you thought, observing his pacing from the door to the window as he was almost lost in thought. spencer seemed uncomfortable in his clothes, as though he had avoided wearing business attire since the last time he worked in quantico. to you, it appeared as though he dressed up for this interaction, as though he wanted it to be memorable. he wore white socks, wanting to bring more attention to his shoes— brown leather oxfords, the same exact pair you bought him for his thirtieth birthday. 

his voice interrupted your long-winded hypothesis on his wardrobe choices, and you noticed that he was significantly closer than when you had gotten distracted. spencer was now behind your chair, hands gently caressing your shoulders and chuckling to himself. “the other part of you,” he dipped down to whisper in your ear, “wants me to bend you right over your own desk and show you how sorry i am for leaving you behind.” you silently froze, any words in response getting caught in your throat. you couldn’t bring yourself to make a sound, as if any noise would make him disappear. 

“why did you wait so long to come back?” you quietly asked, and he immediately spun your chair around to face him. spencer leaned in, pressing his lips to yours gently and moving fluidly with you at your chosen pace. he hummed, pulling away as he lapped up a bit of your spit from his lower lip. 

“derailing your life wasn’t my choice to make, my sweet girl.” spencer’s dark eyes grew soft, although you could tell it wasn’t as genuine as he wanted to sound. “i always stayed close, though.” his tone made you nervous, as though he were alluding to something. your eyes darted to the computer screen, reading a message from hotch that had just been sent through, until spencer ripped the cord from the wall and pushed the entire system onto the floor. 

before you could properly react, spencer was back onto you, lips attacking yours with a newfound desire and aggression. you melted into him, hands roaming anywhere and everywhere you could reach. his left hand snaked down to your thighs, pushing your skirt up and applying pressure against the front of your underwear. you shivered, a small gasp flooding from your throat as his middle finger effortlessly made a glide down your damp slit. he peeled your panties away from your body, making a comment about how your wetness had pooled slightly in the lower half of your chair. your face flushed with embarrassment as you quickly kicked off your heels and allowed your undergarments to fall to the floor. 

spencer took his time with your skirt, knowing it was one of your favorites. he assisted you to your feet, sliding the garment over the curves of your hips and drinking in the sight of your bare lower half. his erection had been slowly and steadily pitching a tent in his pants as the two of you took your time, savoring each other as long as possible. 

spencer pulled you flush against his torso and kissed you with unresolved pain and passion, letting his free hand dip between your thighs once more to rub circles into your clit. you let out a conflicted moan, burying your face into his chest and slightly rolling your hips into his touch. he chuckled, removing his fingers from your sweet spot and weaving them into your hair. he grabbed a fistful, tugging your head back in a swift, hard motion. you let out a subtle grunt, eyes staring at him in a way you could only describe as lovesick. 

“can i be rough with you?” spencer asked, voice low and hesitant. you were confused; he never wanted to be rough before, although you always hoped he would be. you nodded eagerly, practically begging. you wanted tonight to leave you bruised and exhausted, knowing you may not see him again. his eyes were dark, and he tossed you to the floor with a grin. you took a breath as you hit the ground, lying limp for him as you wondered what he had been waiting to do to you for so long. 

you watched with curious eyes as spencer swept his arm languidly across your desk and knocked everything onto the floor. he effortlessly hoisted you up and bent you over the polished wooden surface, smoothing his palms across your ass before striking your bare left cheek with no warning. you yelped, clutching the sides of the desk with white knuckles. he hit the other cheek a bit softer, humming before trying again when the previous hit’s reaction wasn’t to his liking. you let out a slightly strangled moan as he continued to land another blow, making your backside a rosy shade of pink. 

spencer wedged his shoe between your feet, forcefully spreading your legs. he ghosted his fingertips across your clit and you quietly begged. he tugged your hair, lifting you up to his level, “keep your fucking mouth shut and i’ll reward you.” spencer dropped you back onto the desk, making sure to keep his hand on your belly to lessen the impact on your ribs. you quietly gasped as he shoved his fingers into your wet cunt, curling them into you painfully slowly as you pushed back into him. his other hand firmly held your hips in place, warning you to keep still unless you wanted him to stop. 

. . .

hotch groaned, dialing your phone once again. he was anxiously pacing his livingroom, trying not to wake jack as he started to feel the panic set in. he found his eyes tracing the whiteboard again, the old one he had decided to lug out of his garage because he was always better at connecting the missing parts if he could visualize them. hotch had several photos taped up, lines connecting them between scenes and witness statements. there were only two things he knew for sure about this unsub; one— the suspect at large had experience in the field of law enforcement, and two— the suspect had an abnormally high iq. coupling those together with the timeline of events, hotch had made a break; the unsub they had been searching for was spencer reid. 

all of his victims had looked a bit too much like you for it to be coincidental, and were all stalked and referred to as pet names for weeks before their confirmed deaths. hotch had been trying to reach you for the last hour, a strong suspicion arising that spencer was going to visit you at the bureau, and— if he didn’t hurry— would make you his final victim. 

in a worried haze, hotch clipped on his belt, securing his gun in his holster before taking off full speed towards the only place he knew you would be— his old office.

#spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds fic #dark spencer reid #matthew gray gubler

[hotchscvm]

Stalker obsessed Spencer???? Pls

When he first sees you, tears are running down your cheeks, being comforted by JJ. He turns to ask Hotch who you are and he tells him you're the recent's victim's daughter.

He thinks you're absolutely beautiful when you cry.

He watches JJ leave you be, closing the door behind her. He pretends to be reading the file in front of him, watching the blonde past him before his gaze is back on you. He doesn't think, he walks into the room and sits in the chair JJ had pulled up next to you.

You glanced up at him with tear filled eyes and furrowed brows. He decides at that moment he has to have you.

Spencer introduces himself to you, rubbing your shoulder gently when your confusion decreases, sadness coming back to you full force. Too consumed in your grief, you hadn't noticed how he wiped away your tears or how he placed his tear-soaked finger on his tongue, tasting the salty liquid.

He offers to drive you home that night but when you tell him your boyfriend is picking you up, he can't help the pure jealousy and anger at the thought of a boyfriend. Yet, he watches as the man picks you up from the station and drives off.

When the unsub attacks and kidnaps your boyfriend, Spencer is more than happy to comfort you once again, smelling your hair as you sob in his arms. He's weirdly happy when he puts on his vest and gets in the car to save your boyfriend.

He gets to the unsub first, holding your boyfriend in front of him with a gun to his temple. Spencer doesn't hesitate to shoot the unsub, causing him to kill your boyfriend. As the bodies hit the ground, the rest of the team enters the room, but he's already thinking about how you'll feel in his arms for the third time.

He tells you the news and predictably, you break down, crying into his chest and he soothes you, his hands running through your hair to comfort you. It's too soon when you pull away—though it's been about an hour.

When the case is almost wrapped up, Spencer goes to your apartment and gives you his number, telling you to call him whenever. You nod and give him a hug, a hug which causes him to be the last one on the plane. He ignores JJ's wary look all the way back to Quantico.

The next few months for him is bliss. You call him an unhealthy amount and he always answers, no matter what time it is or the situation. He remembers letting an unsub go because he felt his phone buzzing from your call. When you asked if he was busy, he smiled and said no as he watched the unsub run away.

When you invited him to come visit, he booked a flight before you could even finish the sentence. When you insisted he stay in your apartment instead of a hotel, he was more than happy to comply.

He gives you a teddy bear during his visit and you smile happily at him. He knows you keep it in the middle of your bed because of the view he gets whenever you get ready for bed. It's how he knows you also sleep naked.

A few weeks after his visit, he gets a call from you, telling him about the guy you went on a date with. He froze, forgetting he was in JJ's office, too distracted to notice her dubious stare. He asks for his name and has Garcia track him down. She's confused, asking if there was a new case but Spencer doesn't answer.

He tracks the new guy down, visiting your city again but without your knowledge. Garcia had told him about his drug addiction a few years ago when he had been signed into a rehab. Spencer knew he liked to frequent a bar a couple of blocks from your apartment so when he lands, he stalks out the place, waiting for your date to show.

Spencer makes small talk with him, talking about the game as if he played football in his youth. It's convincing enough because your date believes everything he spews out. Spencer keeps buying him drinks while pretending to nurse his own, getting the man more and more drunk.

Like a good civilian, Spencer helps him out of the bar, placing him against the dark alley walls so the man could catch his breath. He's rethinking his decision when the man's phone lights up from a call. A call from you.

He pulls out the syringe that's been hiding in his inner coat pocket, filled with pure heroin. The man is incapable of fighting back as Spencer finds a vein and injects the drug into his system.

He's hugging you the next day after finding out your first date in months had overdosed.

Spencer tells you to move in with him, and you can't help but be skeptical of it. But he tells you he can protect you, he can take care of you, he can love you. He already does. He kisses you less than twelve hours after your date had mysteriously died.

Even as you move in, you're still unsure, not wanting to overcrowd his space or take advantage of his kindness. He has to hide his smile at that comment, assuring you that he wants you there.

When all your stuff has been moved into his apartment, he asks you on a date. He makes you forget about your previous date, buys you flowers, and takes you to an expensive restaurant and then to a taco cart after because the portions were so tiny. He makes you forget about your poor date, dotting on you and making you blush throughout the night.

It's not even a month in when he proposes. You're hesitant but say yes. He's absolutely thrilled.

When he's away on cases, his teddy bear keeps an eye on you.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #tw drugs #stalker!spencer #spencer reid fic #dark spencer reid

[mrselvisbutler]

Be a good boy for me

Request: the reader is feeling very needy and wants to have some fun with Spencer. I think he should definitely be submissive so the she can have her way with him. Can you make it so he has to sneak into the house?

Hey Anon! Yes I can definitely do this request. I love this idea of the reader having his way with him. (This will be in a female readers pov)

Warnings: 18+ only please. There is not P in V but there is grinding. Hair pulling, sub-Spencer Reid, dom reader (let me know if I am missing any. I know I probably am but I just want to make sure)

Be a good boy for me

Y/n has been dating spencer for a while now. She and Spencer immediately kicked things off the instant they met. Y/n has been feeling really needy lately and wants to have her way with Spencer.

“Can you come over later today? I really want to hang out. We haven’t gotten to for a while!” Y/n says

“Y/n I’m busy tonight you know that! I can try to ask Hotch if I can take tonight off but I don’t think he will let me.” Spencer says

“Please Spence” she says in a seductive tone in the best hopes of getting him to go. “Just tell him you aren’t feeling well! I need you so bad. I really want you to come over!”

“Ok, ok I’ll ask. But there is no certain that he will actually let me” he responded

“JUST ASK ALREADY” she said as he hurried to get his phone. Spencer called Hotch and asked if he could call in sick today. He threw in a cough every once in a while to try to make it convincing. Hotch didn’t believe him one but but let him take the day off anyways.

“Ok I can come over after but aren’t your parents going to be over tonight? He asked

“Yeah but I can sneak you in! It’s fine. You can go through my window. I’m close enough to the ground!” She almost begged him to come over at this point. “I’ll leave my window unlocked!”

“What time do you want me over?” He asked

“Well my parents usually fall asleep pretty early the day they travel so maybe around 8:00?” She suggested. Spence agreed to come over then.

**Time Skip to 7:56**

Later that evening, after dinner and a couple of drinks, he drove himself over to her house. He pulled up a few houses down so her parents wouldn’t see his car. He walked up to her window and knocked light my on the door so only she could here. “Hello? It’s me, you there?” He called out, his voice a bit muffled as he kept knocking.

“Hey Spence, thank you so much for coming!” She said

“Of course, anything for you.” He said as he walked towards her, he leaned in for a small kiss, “so you said you missed me?” He whispered in her ear.

“I did! I missed you so much. I want you so bad.” She started undoing his tie very slowly to tease him.

His heart started racing faster and faster, “oh god..do you really want me that much?” He asked with a smirk

“Yes!” She finally got his tie off and pushed him onto the bed. She tied his hands to he headboard using his tie and tightening them so he pilent move his hands.

His eyes went wide, “j-Jesus..you sure we won’t get caught?” He asked as his heart beat faster and faster

“Yes. I'm sure! You just have to be a good boy and be quiet” she said

“Okay..okay, I can do that.” He tried to sound confident, but he was so nervous he probably sounded like he was scared shitless. “Okay, what are you gonna do now?”

“I'm going to make you feel so good!” She unbuttoned his shirt and ran her hands along his body.

He shuddered and moved slightly as she ran her hands along his body. “Oh god..” he whispered

“Good boy” she said as she brought her hands down to his waist. She started to unbuckle his belt.

He tried to stay quiet, but his breathing become heavy very quickly. “G-god, you’re really good at th-this” he whispered, not being able to control himself.

“I know I am” she took his belt off and tied his feet to the ends of the bed so he can no longer move.

“A-ah..” his whole body was shaking now, his breathing heavy. “Jesus..”

“Be a good boy and stay quiet for me ok?” She said as she slid his pants off. She threw his pants onto the ground and got back onto the bed. She started to run her hands along the line of his boxers making him shiver. She could already see him getting hard.

He nodded and started breathing in deep breaths, trying to calm himself the best he can, his eyes stayed shut the whole time, but she wanted him to look at her. “Look at me please. I want you too see what I can do!

She straddles his waist and started to kiss along his neck and up to his mouth.

He starts breathing heavy again as she straddles him. He tried to stay quiet as she kissed his neck and worked her way up to his mouth.

once she got up to his mouth she teased him a bit making him want her even more. “You're going to need to beg me for more if you want me.”

“P-please..I need more..” he whispered, his voice heavy. He started to breathe rapidly again as well as he started to move around a bit trying to get comfortable

“Oh come on you can do better than that” she starts to pull on his hair a bit.

He started to move around more, he was trying to stay quiet so much that his head was starting to hurt. “Y-you want me to beg more?..please, I need you” he whined out.

She started to make out with him as he is whining giving into his begs. There were more whines coming from his mouth, he couldn’t control it anymore. He started to kiss you back after a moment.

She kissed down his chest and down to his boxer line. “good boy Spence!”

His eyes widened in surprise when she started to kiss down his chest. His breathing became heavy again when she said good boy. “Y-yeah..” he said as he started thrust his hips up when you got to his v-line.

She slowly removed his boxers and pulled his dick out.

His breathing becomes heavy as you take his boxers off. "Ah.I-I..you're so good at the.." he struggles to find words to say as you circle his tip with your tongue.

You feel him shudder underneath you. He managed to control himself, even if it meant squeezing his eyes shut to try and get a grip on himself. "-jeez.." was all he could think to say

“Baby I can’t stay quiet anymore. I need more! Please.” He went on begging. He was starting to make too much noise and she was nervous her parents were going to hear.

She shoved a cloth in his mouth so he couldn’t talk anymore. She now has all the control over Spencer and she is enjoying every second of it. He’s all tied up and submissive for her and following her every order.

He couldn’t say a single word, just muffled noises that could barely be heard. His breathing increased very rapidly as you did this.

“Good boy” she says as she keeps teasing him

He couldn’t speak anymore, now he had to rely on his breathing to answer your statement. He let out a few heavy breaths, clearly showing his excitement, his eyes were roaming all over her body the whole time.

“I’m going to try something ok baby.” She moved back to straddling his waist. She could feel his dick throbbing against her pussy now.

He nodded his head, the cloth in his mouth still preventing him from being able to speak. He watched as she got onto his waist again, not sure what she was going to do now.

She started to pull on his hair a bit. Just enough to the point where it doesn’t hurt but it feels pleasurable. “do you like that baby?”

When she pulled on his hair it was like a switch got flipped in his head. He started to squirm and make small noises from the pleasure, his breathing increasing dramatically. Despite this, he was still quiet, obeying her when she pulled his hair.

“Good boy!” She could feel him getting more excited underneath her as he kept squirming. the pleasure was becoming unbearable for him

He was still quiet for the most part, but the few small noises he occasionally made while squirming was noticeable. He tried his hardest not to make any noise, but the cloth in his mouth combined with the way she treated him made it very difficult. She could feel him throbbing and pushing up on her pussy.

The motion of him thrusting up and her grinding down on him brought her so close to the edge but she held herself back trying to keep composure.

“Do you want me to do more baby?” She asked

He nodded in response, his breathing heavy as he tried not to be too loud. He would let out a small whimper from time to time, but that was about as far as he could go when it came to being vocal.

“Ok I’ll make you feel so good, Spence!” She said as she started pulling the cloth out of his mouth.

When she pulled the cloth out of his mouth to let him breathe, he let out a large breath, which was his first moment of relief in a while. “Can you continue to pull on my hair?..” he asked, feeling a bit bold after what just happened

as soon as spencer said that she roughly pulled on his hair which caught him by surprise but he liked it. He was slowly becoming more desperate to the point that he couldnt handle it anymore “oh yeah? You like that don't you” she said

His eyes widened a little bit when she pulled on his hair again, but he continued to nod his head. “Y-yeah..I do..I like it a lot” he whispered frantically, as he got closer to the edge more and more by the second.

She kept grinding on him and pulling on his hair which made him get even closer to the edge “tell me baby. Tell me how close you are!”

“Oh- oh my god I’m so close please. I need to cum so bad!” He whimpered, his breathing heavy as he tried to hold on to his composure as best as he could.

He was getting closer to the edge every moment that passed by. “Shit… mmhh, fuck. Oh my god. I can’t”

“Yes you can baby” you moan out getting closer to the edge with him.

He felt himself get closer and closer to the edge every moment that passed by in a way he hadn't felt in years. His heart beat faster and faster, his breathing heavier and heavier. She could see the pleasure take over him all at once.

She pulled on his hair really hard. He let out a huge groan “tell me how much you are enjoying this”

He let out a groan when she pulled his hair, his body moving a small bit from the pleasure. “I’m enjoying it a lot..” he whispered to her, his voice sounded a bit strained.

“Good boy, are you close baby?” She asked as she kept grinding her pussy on his dick.

He nodded his head, trying his absolute hardest to stay quiet. “Y-yeah..I’m uh..very close…” he said, breathing fast and heavy as he got closer and closer with every breath.

“Good boy! I want you to cum for me Spence! I’m giving you permission” she said.

“H-huh?..n-no..I need to be quiet for this..” he said, breathing heavily. He couldn’t help but get a little bit closer to the edge with each breath he took, a few more pulls of his hair would make him go over. Spence liked it when he was gagged. It made him feel so submissive

She keeps pulling on his hair. “come on baby let it out” she shoves her hand over his mouth so he stayed quiet.

He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, with every pull of his hair. His eyes widened a bit when he felt your hand over his mouth. “Mmhh” you heard from Spencer. He is so close to cumming.

“Come on baby you can do it” she said.

He tried to speak from under her hand, but it was muffled so he gave up. He just let his body move on its own now, her in complete control of him.

She pulled on his hair and palmed him some more which made him cum

He could feel all the control leave his body, a few heavy breaths leaving his mouth from how good it felt. It was so intense that, for a moment, he could no longer move, he could no longer speak.

“Good boy Spence!” She moaned out as she started to cum. She grinned on his dick getting as much friction as possible while rubbing her clit.

“Ahh.. oh my… fucking god. Spence that felt so good! You did such a good job for me!” She said as she took her hand off his mouth.

“Thank you! Mmhhh” he moaned out as she got off of him. He was struggling against his ties. She untied each of his arms and legs and got a warm washcloth to clean him up.

“That feels so good. Thank you so much!” Spence said. Y/n went to go put the washcloth back and join Spence back in bed.

“You did such a good job for me baby! “ she said as she leaned into him so they could go to sleep.

“You don't think your parents heard me right?” Spence asked.

“Oh god I hope not.” y/n said.

The both of them cuddled till they fell asleep. She fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat and got comfortable for the night.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #spencer x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid one shot #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid fanfic #dark spencer reid #dom spencer reid #sub spencer reid #switch spencer reid #mrselvisbutler

[theflowerrooms]

His Game • Spencer’s masterlist • main masterlist

Stockholm Syndrome

chapter 5 • back to chapter 4

chapter summary; testing each other, learning about your own trust. You’re developing some type of positive feeling toward Spencer, and he’s quick to prove to you just how much he appreciates it.

warnings: dark themes, smut, kidnapping, manipulative behaviour, dubcon, overstimulation, dacryphilia, oral (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), unprotected sex, marking

wordcount: 4K

The room was dark when you woke up, hummed and stretched, arms covering the expanse of the bed. the opposite side of the bed wasn’t made, where Spencer had slept after the movies.

You basked in the bed that smelled like Spencer, smelled like your captor. You smiled and pressed your face into his pillow, it smelled even more like him. You remembered his lips on your lips, his hands on your waist.

A loud slam, the heavy door close outside. He’d gone. Your stomach dropped. You remembered him pistol-whipping you, remembered his thumb pressing into your wound.

  You scrambled out of bed, eyes brimming with tears. You hated to be alone, you wanted so badly for him to just stay. Tiptoeing to the bedroom door, you pulled it open, sighing loudly with relief when you saw him there.

  The understanding of the danger and severity of your situation was lost from you the second you locked eyes with him. Your chest burning with a pleasurable warmth and the tears in your eyes shifting into a comfortable glaze.

  "Good morning Angel." He greeted you, smile on his thin lips. He placed a takeout bag on the small island and you deduced that the sound of the door closing was him returning rather than leaving. You watched him pull food from the bag, fresh, straight from the diner you loved so much.

  You smiled sweetly and walked over to him, sitting at the island where he placed the food in front of you. You thanked him and he smiled wider at you.

  He stood behind you as you ate, moving your hair so it wouldn't rub against your skin as he pet it. One of his hands pet your hair and the other rested against your collarbone, encouraging you to lean back against his chest.

  It was so comfortable, warm and safe. It was terribly domestic, him loving on you while you ate food he got for you because he knew you loved it. It was enough to take away from the fact that you were being pet by your kidnapper, no idea where you were.

  When you finished, you leaned back against Spencer's chest completely. He hummed softly and wrapped his arms around you, hugging you and kissing the crown of your head. "I have to go."

  "What?" You pouted up at him before he'd even finished speaking and he pouted back at you, half mockingly.

  "I have to go, for work." He said shortly and you huffed. You really didn't want him to leave. You feel like you should be grateful that you get to be left alone, that Spencer would leave. But you dreaded it. Those five days he was gone drove you insane.

  Somewhere in the back of your mind also, you knew that if he wasn't there with you, you would have some clarity, you would be fully aware of how scared you should be, how dangerous Spencer is. You didn't want that clarity.

He grabbed a notebook and pen from his satchel and sat next to you. "You need more things to do when you're alone, I know that you'll get bored quickly, I imagine it was difficult while I was gone before." He spoke and you nodded.

With that you and Spencer curated a list of things he could bring back for you. Movies to watch, a sketchbook and drawing supplies, toys for Milo, cards, and a few other small things. You were grateful and looked forward to the new things. You were so lucky you figured. You saw so many kidnapping victims who were dirty and hurt, used, cold and hungry. But here you were, warm and clean, full from food you loved, writing up a list of things so you could have more fun. And the bruise Spencer gave you was almost entirely healed.

You started to feel sick, remembering the kidnapping victims you'd saved, the ones you hadn't saved. People just like you who'd been taken by people just like Spencer.

Spencer tapped your chin and you turned to look at him, the eye contact working wonders for your new anxiety. You didn't feel any resentment to him, no fear, you no longer felt sick. Still you felt more aware.

"Do you want me to bring any books for specific topics? So you can study? That could be fun." It was a very 'Spencer' thing, studying for fun. "You're interested in learning about entomology, right?" You nodded and he wrote it down. "What else?"

"Stockholm Syndrome." You rasped and the look Spencer gave you made your blood run cold.

"Do you think you are developing Stockholm syndrome?" You couldn't read his emotions at all. You heard excitement, remorse, guilt, disgust, hope.

"I don't know. Let me learn more about it and we'll find out." You had an attitude that hadn't been there since the first day you arrived.

"Are you developing Stockholm Syndrome?" He asked again, tense.

"When was the last time you went to see your mother?" You asked. You weren't concerned about his mother, you wanted to redirect him, bring up his mom so he would stop interrogating his victim.

And still, the look of guilt and sadness that took over his face made you regret it. His shoulders slumped and the corners of his mouth dipped down just slightly.

You frowned and timidly brought a hand to his face, holding his cheek gently and flinching when he leaned toward your touch. "I'm sorry Spencer." Your voice broke, you wanted to cry. You hated that you made him upset, you were terrified that he'd hurt you as punishment.

"It's alright angel." He put the list in his pocket and stood, you stood with him, following him to the door.

You pouted up at him, you still didn't really want him to leave. He smiled down at you and leaned down to kiss your forehead. You leaned up into his lips and he smiled against your skin. He proceeded to look over your face after that, gaze switching between your eyes and lips. He leaned down and kissed you. Deeper than last night, hand gripping the back of your neck and pulling you into him. You sighed against his lips and he pushed his tongue past your lips, kissing you until you whined softly and he pulled back.

"I'll see you tomorrow angel." A smile and then he left. You teared up as the door closed. Your heart pounded against your chest, syncing with the sound of each eight locks locking behind him.

You wished he'd come back. Wished he'd decide to just give up on work, throw away his life like he'd thrown away yours and come back and be with you.

Because quickly, you were all too aware again of how lonely, isolated and scared you were.

✽-

Were you developing Stockholm syndrome? For now you settled on no. Nobody who had Stockholm syndrome was consciously and blatantly aware of it. And you were sure that you couldn't possibly have Stockholm syndrome because you would have to be convinced that you were in love with Spencer, and you for sure were not.

You rested on the soft couch, curled up in a blanket. 9pm. You'd had a small nap way earlier and made yourself dinner, and now you sat comfortably, rewatching Scream, cup of warm tea in your hand.

It was the sex scene between Sidney and Billy playing before you, and it made you feel a way you hadn't before. Warmth in your stomach watching the way he touched her. You craved intimacy like that, you hated being alone like this. You wished Spencer would quit the BAU and stay with you full time. You shook your head at yourself. You wished the BAU would find you and bring you home, and then you wouldn't ever be alone, you could have intimacy from anyone, not Spencer.

Spencer. You watched Billy kiss Sidney, it made you think of the way Spencer kissed you, how he asked first, how he didn't kiss you before you were ready. You had been so lucky, Spencer was an incredible captor, so sweet to you.

You could hear footsteps, locks turning and your heart jumped in your chest. What if you'd been found? Unlikely, but maybe that door would open and Derek would be behind it, or Hotch, or even some ordinary police officer.

It wasn't, it was Spencer. And surprisingly you felt relief that it was him instead of someone coming to your rescue. You didn't even process your own thoughts before you placed your tea on the coffee table and raced over to Spencer, face buried into his chest and arms around his waist.

He chuckled lowly and held you close to himself, burying his face into the crown of your head and inhaling deeply. He pressed kisses to the part in your hair and hummed. "I missed you angel."

You just hummed in response, telling him you missed him too without verbally admitting it, which you weren't sure you could. He cupped your cheeks and lifted your face so he could look into your eyes.

He held eye contact with you for a lengthy moment. It was a strange gesture that you figured most people wouldn't understand, you hardly did. What you did understand was that Spencer struggled with eye contact, and still he pushed himself to make eye contact with you, for you.

He kissed your forehead, then between your eyebrows, leaving a trail of kisses down the bridge of your nose before he found your lips, kissing you deeply, tongue chasing yours.

You blushed and moved away from him when it got too much, stomach flipping and heart pounding, face sure to be deep red. You looked down at your feet and he held your chin, turning your face up to look at him.

"How was your day my angel?" He asked, hand gliding down your back to the hem of your shirt, his hand slid up under the fabric and he stroked your back softly.

"Good. Long." You sighed. I missed you. "I like it better when you're here." You whispered, as if anyone aside from Spencer and your cat would hear you. Your heart soared and the look your words brought to Spencer's face, brown eyes filled with appreciate and wonder.

"Everything is better when I'm with you angel. That's why I needed to take you here." He brushed your hair behind your ear with his free hand and you nodded in understanding, in agreement.

Spencer was a good man. And he'd gone through so much, if you made things better for him, he deserved to keep you.

You went through the bag of things Spencer brought with him to occupy you when he was away. More movies and some cards and art supplies. You placed the books on entomology and Stockholm Syndrome on a shelf. You wouldn't open the Stockholm Syndrome books you'd decided, you're smart, you're a profiler with the FBI, you would know if you had Stockholm Syndrome.

Now you sat on the floor, you and Milo playing with a wand Spencer had gotten him while the man put together a scratch post for the cat, wide smile on his face as he watched you.

You smiled and laughed watching Milo. That's how amazing Spencer was, he didn't need to bring Milo, didn't need to spend money on him, but he did, for you. You were so lucky.

You remembered how scared you were when you thought Spencer might have killed him. You remembered how guilty you felt that Spencer killed your neighbour, but you knew he wouldn't have done that if he hadn't needed to.

  'Derek does not matter anymore' You remembered him saying that, for the first time since he arrived from work, you felt uneasy. "Spencer?" You got his attention. "When we were fighting, you said Derek didn't matter anymore. Did- did you do something to him?" You didn't miss the way his eyes narrowed and his jaw tensed. "I'm only asking 'cause he's like my brother. I don't love him like that- like the way you love me." Your voice shook, eyes brimming with tears.

  He took a moment to answer you, each passing second leading you to be more and more worried he had killed Derek. "No. Derek's fine, I didn't hurt him- I meant that he doesn't matter because all you need now is-is me, I brought you here and you're mine, I'm all that matters." He didn't raise his voice at you like you'd expected, he didn't seem very angry, more anxious.

  "You do matter Spencer." You reassured him, chewing on your lip and petting Milo. "I just was worried about him, I'm sorry." You looked down at your cat, purring in your lap, you didn't want Spencer to see the tears rolling down your face, but he did anyway.

  "I promise Derek's alright. He's worried about you, and he misses you. But you're perfectly fine right?" He sniffed and you nodded as he stood. "Alright angel, come here." He ordered and you listened, immediately going over to him. A small part of you worried he'd hurt you, a large part of you was thrilled when all he did was pull you into his arms. "You don't have to be sorry for how you feel angel, it's okay to worry about the people out there. Do you understand? No apologies." He spoke softly and you nodded. He kissed the top of your head and his lips turned in a smile. "It's getting late darling, let's head to bed.

✽-

  You looked at your clock, 4:12AM. The lights were off and you were comfy in your bed with Spencer asleep, arm thrown over your side, Milo sleeping soundly at your feet.

It was so cold, you huffed as you moved closer to Spencer, failing to get any extra warmth. You pushed his arm that was weighing you down and slid out of the bed, intending to get a blanket off of the couch to add to the pile of blankets on the bed. When you walked toward your open bedroom door, you immediately noticed it.

The door to the exit was wide open. You looked back at Spencer and Milo before you sped over to it. There was a wooden staircase that lead up to an open hatch, the star filled night sky behind it.

You looked back to your open bedroom door, you could see the shape of Spencer in your bed, still asleep. Your legs shook as you bounded up the stairs. Collapsing at the very top one, sitting down and heaving breaths of fresh air.

You reached an arm out and touched the damp grass, breathed in the chilly air, stared up at the stars and the moon that you had unknowingly missed so terribly.

It was a moment before it dawned on you that you could leave. You looked around, in the woods somewhere with no idea how to get home. Still it was a chance. You could put Milo in his carrier and leave. Find your way back to home, to Derek and the rest of your family.

You refused to reflect on the way you felt, the way you weighed your options, and the idea of leaving Spencer scared you more than the idea of staying with him.

You wiped the tears from your eyes as you closed the hatch and went back down the stairs. You rubbed at your warm cheeks after you closed to door to the exit. You chewed your lip as you rushed back into the bedroom, immediately climbing back into the bed with Spencer.

You held the blanket in fists as you pressed your back against Spencer’s chest with force, exhaling a sigh of relief when his arm snaked around your waist again.

“You could’ve left.” His voice startled you despite how quietly he whispered. You bit down on your lip and turned to face him, hiding your face against the column of his throat.

“I know.” Your voice shook and he held you close to him. “I didn’t want to… I really liked seeing the stars out there though. And- and the moon.” Spencer could feel your tears wetting his shirt and he kissed the top of your head before twisting so you lay flat on your back and he hovered over you.

“Thank you for staying.” He whispered, eyes glossy. He kissed you, a quick gentle peck before he stared into your eyes. Then his hand was on your throat, kissing you harder and deeper than he had before.

In a matter of seconds you were panting and keening toward him. His thigh slotted between yours and you hadn’t even noticed that you’d been rubbing yourself against his thigh until his hand moved from your throat to your hips, guiding you, swallowing the soft and needy whimpers that left your throat.

Lips fell from yours to your neck. “Thank you so much Angel. So good for me- gonna let me thank you?” His voice had a needy rasp that had you reeling, nodding your head as fast as you could. You felt him smile against the warm skin of your neck. “Words baby, let me hear that pretty voice.” And you gasped as he immediately began to suck on your pulse point.

“Yes, Spencer. Please.” You stumbled over each word that left your mouth, whining for him. He happily obliged, leaving kisses and hickeys down your neck until he got to your collarbone. He shuffled further down, pressing your shirt up to your chin. He groaned and wet his lips with his tongue.

“Pretty angel.” He rasped, hands gripping your sides roughly while he took a nipple in his mouth. He hummed around it and you moaned, you could feel his bulge growing beneath his pants. He left hickeys over your sternum, your stomach. And then he quickly pulled your pants and underwear down and off.

It startled you, but you were too needy to care. He hadn’t asked, but you were sure he’d stop if you asked him to.

His hands were warm on your thighs as he spread them, and you didn’t have time to be nervous or insecure before he was gliding his tongue through your folds and capturing your clit between his lips, moaning around it.

You moaned in return, legs shaking on either side of his head. Everything felt so intense. Because you hadn’t been touched like this in so long, because for such a long time since you got here, you’d only been touched at all by Spencer. You depended on him for intimacy and you yearned for his hands on you.

He moaned against you again and it shot vibrations and hot energy up your stomach and spine. He sucked your clit and shook his head from side to side, you couldn’t control your hips bucking up against Spencer’s mouth, but he didn’t seem to mind it one bit, he yearned for it.

A whine began to leave your kiss swollen lips, breaking half way and turning into a moan when Spencer inserted his index finger into your cunt. He didn’t go slow, but that didn’t matter. You were so wet and desperate, ready for him, that it just slid in with no resistance, your body took him in immediately, clenching desperately around his one finger.

Never would you verbally admit it, pressing back against his mouth and hand, not physically capable of getting any words out, you desperately wanted more. Another finger, for him to go faster. It didn’t seem you had to ask for anything because he already knew what you needed.

In one fluid motion, he added his middle finger alongside his first one, fucking them in and out of you at a faster pace. You were already overloaded on pleasure before he started flicking his tongue fast over your clit, simultaneously crooking his fingers upward and bullying your g-spot.

You were practically screaming. “Please, please, please… god… please-” your begging turned to incoherent rambling and that on its own turned Spencer on beyond belief, hips pressing his cock against the mattress for some relief.

Your whole body felt tense, freezing and hot at the same time. Your legs tried to close, push Spencer out but he held your left thigh down with his palm, keeping you in place. “Come on sweet Angel, you got it, cum for me.” He mumbled against your heat, voice heavy.

That’s all it took before the coil deep inside your stomach snapped and you screamed, hips shaking and legs locking behind Spencer’s head as you came.

All of your muscles seized up and relaxed repeatedly as came, and you hardly had any time to actually come down from your orgasm before Spencer was kissing you and you felt the tip of his cock pressing against your cunt- still raw from your orgasm.

“Spencer- ‘s too sensitive.” You whimpering, raising your head as much as you could to look at where you met below your waists. He was much bigger than you’d expected, intimidatingly so.

He didn’t seem to care how sensitive you were, listening to you let out a moan from both pain and pleasure as he fed inch after inch of himself into you.

“Been waiting for this for so long.” He groaned into your ear after letting his forehead drop to the pillow you rested on. “Thought about this every night for months and months. Needed it before I even met you, Derek showed us a picture of you and I knew. Knew I’d be deep inside you just like this someday.” He rambled, that was all the time he gave you before he thrusted in and out of you at an unexpectedly fast pace.

You were so sensitive, it felt too good, too much, overwhelming. Spencer moaned as your nails dug into his shoulders, it only made him fuck you faster. He kissed away each tear that fell down your flushed cheeks.

He knew he’d finish embarrassingly fast, he’d wanted nothing more than this for so long. He slid a hand down between you both, rubbing fast and tight circles over your pudgy, swollen and tender clit.

You screamed yet again, heels locking behind Spencer’s back unintentionally, pulling him closer to you. You couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, broken whimpers and sentences without words rushing out of your mouth.

Only a few more thrusts from and you were cumming again. Hoarse whines of pleasure echoing off of the walls of your prison. The constant clenching of your walls around him triggered his orgasm. He bit down on the junction between your neck and shoulder to centre himself as his hips jerked and he came deep inside of you, painting your cervix.

For a while you stayed like that, Spencer hovering on top of you, hot breath on your neck, cock softening inside of you. It was relaxing, you needed this peaceful intimacy more than he did and he knew that, more than happy to give you everything you needed right now.

His chin dragged against yours as he lifted his head again. You moved forward and kissed him, the first kiss you’d initiated since he took you. His lips were soft, dented from his teeth, salty from the sweat and tears he kissed off of you.

He kissed you back, humming happily, smiling, which made you smile too. He pulled out, much to your dismay, grinning at the sad sound you made at the loss of his cock inside of you.

The second he was laying on his back you were turning and curling into him, he didn’t mind at all, beyond happy to hold you, coddle you and give you kisses over your damp hairline.

“Do you wanna shower now angel? Or would you rather to shower in the morning?” He asked you, sweet and sultry. You just shook your head, pressing your face against his bare chest.

“Don’t wanna shower yet, just want- I want you.” You sniffled, foggy and clingy, he grinned down at you.

“You’re always going to have me.”

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Unsub!Spencer Playlist: Unhinged Edition

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Give it, Take it

Day 2 ‘Degradation’ of 30 Days Of Filth

Pairing: UnSub!Spencer x Gender Neautral!Reader

Tags: Explicit sexual content, NSFW, no use of Y/N, Reader’s gender not specified, degradation, oral sex, blow jobs, throat fucking, cursing, UnSub! Spencer, mentions of blood, mentions of murder.

Notes:

Second day, which I just churned out, and I think it’s probably the filthiest thing I’ve written in awhile, pretty proud of it tbh. Dunno if I particularly like my Spencer characterisation, but that’s what this project is to work on after all. Hope ya’ll enjoy either way.

Word Count: 1k+

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He ran warm, practically burning like a furnace as he pressed against you. His weight was comforting and familiar all things considered, even if the sight of blood on his hands and speckled across his face made your heart race for all the wrong reasons. It should disgust you, it should terrify you, but it doesn't. He knew that and he wasn't afraid to take advantage of it.

Spencer chuckled, the sound dark and chilling, but the shivers that ran down your spine weren't from fear at all. Even as he pressed you back against the wall hard enough that the brick dug into your spine sharply. “You like knowing I killed them, didn't you?” Spencer asked, but it wasn't really a question. He already knew the answer, but you still nodded, too stunned to make your tongue form words.

His nostrils flared at his hand came up, big and so, so warm as he grabbed your face. His eyes narrowed as he sneered, “Use your words.”

“Yes.” It was soft, breathless even, “I think it's hot. I think you're hot.” Your voice trembled as you spoke and Spencer smirked in response.

“Get on your knees.” The command was simple and you followed without question, ignoring the sting of the concrete against your knees as you dropped down without a second thought. He hummed, pleased by the sight as you leant forward, head tilted back to gaze up at him desperately. He looked truly sinful from this angle. The shadows cast by his wilder-than-normal curls seemed sharper, and the stubble on his face made him look rugged in a way that had arousal twisting in your gut.

It was wrong to find him attractive - to find what he did attractive - but you didn't care. Not when those long, slim fingers you loved so much were working his fly open. “Look at you,” Spencer cooed with faux sweetness, “on your knees, waiting, like a needy whore.” The words were harsh on his tongue, like grit and gravel, but the sound made you squirm with want. “This is the only thing you're good for, isn't it?” He didn't wait for you to nod, reaching to grab your hair with his other hand and jerking your head in the motion himself.

With his other hand, he pulled his cock out of his briefs. Already hard and throbbing, pre-cum beading at the tip. Much like the rest of him, his length was long, the tip flushed an angry shade of red in its current engorged state. Spencer kept his hand in your hair as his other hand curled around his dick, pumping it once and sighing before he pulled you closer. “Open.”

You followed the command immediately, sticking your tongue out for good measure, and moaning instantly when Spencer pressed his head against your tongue. The burst of flavour was immediate, slightly salty but not enough to be unpleasant. You opened your mouth further as Spencer pushed himself into your mouth, his weight heavy on your tongue. If you thought being pressed against him was warm, it was nothing like the scolding heat of having his cock pressing further into your mouth. Both of his hands wound into your hair as he watched you take more of him into your mouth.

“Fuck,” Spencer cursed, mouth falling open at the sight of you on your knees. You looked up at him, eyes already beginning to water as he pressed against the back of your throat. His lips curled into a truly wicked grin when he felt you gag. “Ah, hold it, be a good slut,” He ordered. You whined but did as he asked, forcing your throat to relax so he could push you down further until the sparse brown hair at the base of his cock tickled your nose. “There we go, a perfect little cock sleeve,” Spencer purred, brushing your hair out of your face.

You whined at the praise, trying to ignore your own need as he began to rock his hips, fucking your mouth. “Go on, I can't do all the work,” He grunted, finally forcing you to blink out of your stupor. You lifted your hands, gripping at his thighs as you began to bob your own head, hallowing your cheeks. You teased the tip with your tongue when you pulled back off of him, eventually moving a hand to stroke what didn't comfortably fit down your throat.

Spencer groaned above you, eyes lower to watch you through slits as you worked your mouth over his cock. “That's it, you're filthy, sucking a killer's cock,” He murmured down at you, fingers tightening in your hair. You whimpered, movements slowing for a moment to focus on teasing the underside of his length with your tongue.

He didn't seem to appreciate that though, grunting and pushing you back until the back of your head met the wall behind you. “Do I have to do everything myself?” He sneered, pulling his hips back before thrusting back down your throat. Your eyes rolled back into your head, body going lax as you fell limp, only able to grip at his thighs as he started fucking your throat, using you for his own pleasure. “Can't even suck a dick right, can you? My useless little toy. Don't worry, I'll train you,” He grunted, dark eyes watching you as you drooled on his cock.

Spencer clenched his jaw, facial features pinching together as his climax grew closer. His thrusts slowed, movements choppy before you pulled you down on him, pressing you right into his pelvis as he emptied himself down your throat. After a few seconds, he pulled back, watching you cough and sputter with a smirk. “There you go,” He murmured, tugging on your hair to get a look at your face, cum and drool running down your chin, pupils blown wide with lust, “was that what you wanted?”

“Uh-huh,” You rasped, “that was perfect, Spence.”

His harsh expression softened briefly at your response, almost reminding you of the old Spencer, the one from before prison. He helped you up to your feet, pulling a napkin out of his pocket and using it to wipe your face. “Are you hurt?” He asked softly, his previously dark eyes looking more like caramel now.

You hummed, reaching down to help tuck his length back in his boxers. “My knees sting, but it's okay. I loved it,” You reassured him, “you should fuck me while experiencing post-hunt adrenaline more often.” Spencer smirked at you, leaning down to steal a kiss.

Against your lips, he replied, “I'll keep that in mind.”

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I Know What It's Like

I know what it's like to be scared of your own mind - Spencer Reid

New story: read it here

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[erosdsire]

Spencer Reid in bed.

Warnings: 18+! Nsfw content.

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Spencer’s so awkwardly good at it.

He finds a spot inside you that has you wanting to scream, but only a mere whine comes out— and he himself trembles at the simple sound of your pleasure.

He picks up the pace, encouraging more moans and whines out of you as your grip on him tightens.

Your nails feel like heaven on his back, your skin against his lips. He lets out a low groan, burying himself as deep as he possibly can be as he comes. His hold on you gets tighter, keeping himself inside you for as long as he can be— making sure you take it, all of it.

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Taken

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Chapter Two of Save Me

Previous Chapters: one

Word Count: 3.7k

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Summary: You and your team at the BAU come to the disturbing realization that you're the final target of a brutal serial killer. Without any leads, your team determines you need to be the one to draw him out. As you sit alone in your apartment for hours, on edge, you can't help but want your coworker, Spencer, to be there with you. But, is your little crush enough to get you through the upcoming torture?

Warnings: Mentions guns, sexual assault, murder, serial killer, torture, stalking, physical harm, kidnapping, fear. In future parts, will mention vivid torture, PinV, oral, domxsub situations, grief, bondage, physical harm, etc.

A/N: I'm actually enjoying writing this soo much. I hope you all are enjoying reading it! I'm going to write the next chapter in both (y/n) POV and Spencer's POV, so I'll probably post both at the same time!

YOU CAN'T HELP BUT fidget in your seat at the round table as the rest of the team takes their seats and waits for Hotch's word to begin. You couldn't bring yourself to be in the same room as them as they discussed different ways for you to lure him out, unable to listen and play out those possible scenarios out in your head. Spencer at first fought against your wishes for him to discuss with the team, but all you could do was look into his sad eyes with yours and tell him, "I need someone who is going to fight for me. I trust that you will know when enough is enough." He stopped fighting then and did as you requested.

He was the first to arrive back at the round table, immediately taking the seat next to yours, not even hesitating to give you his hand. You took it greedily, needing any kind of human contact to keep your mind grounded, bonus points because it was him.

"Let's get started." Hotch announced, and you noticed that no one would meet your gaze directly as your eyes wandered to your friends around the table. Your heart sank into your stomach and you had a feeling the discussion they had was a hard one. You can't imagine it being easy for your friends to discuss the best way to capture a brutal serial killer by using your life without actually endangering it.

"(Y/), tonight you're going to go home as normal. We have to assume he watches your every move so he cannot know that we're aware of you being his final target. We obviously will not leave you unguarded, Rossi and I will sit down the street from your apartment, Morgan and Reid will sit in the back of the parking lot so they can see anyone who exits and enters. If he's not bold enough to do anything tonight, we will simulate a day of errands for you, each of us posted where you go."

A chill runs down your spine. It's hard to believe you're about to be sent home and expected to act completely normal. To sit in your apartment alone, just waiting for him to try to break down your door or draw you out.

"You'll let me know every hour how you're doing and call Morgan or Reid if you notice anything since they'll be closest. If it makes you feel more comfortable, we can send someone ahead of you to replace your apartment security guard so someone with a little more training is there."

"Yes, please. I think that'll help." You almost whine. The more you sit here, the less you want this conversation to end because you want to avoid going home at absolutely all costs right now. You know you can't push it off forever or else you risk other women's lives. Before the meeting ends, JJ meets your eyes. "I promise you, we will find him."

"We're going to get this sick son of a bitch," Morgan adds. The rest of the team chimes in and you feel grateful to being going through this with a support system by your side. It makes the tight knot in your stomach loosen a little, realizing that you know you're safe with them. You know your entire team would stay up for days on end to catch this guy, and wouldn't allow themselves a moment of relaxation knowing you're unable to sleep or feel safe in your own home.

Hotch sends an agent to your apartment before you to simulate security guards changing shifts. You hope this will be enough, but something deep in your stomach twists anyway.

Before Reid leaves with Morgan to get to your apartment before you, he pulls you into the kitchen - a public place, but with enough cover to make your body heat. The thought of getting caught doing something scandalous sends a shiver up your spine but you quickly chastise yourself. Your life is in danger, now is not the time for fantasies.

"Can I ask you to do something for me?" He asks softly, his face looks battered from stress and you're sure you look the same. "Of course."

"Can you text me too? To let me know you're safe."

"Of course I will." You try to give him your best smile, but it falls flat. His care is warming, but it's hard to feel anything other than absolute fear at the moment.

"You're going to be okay," he promises. He abruptly pulls you into an embrace and you waste no time relaxing into his chest. He smells of almond and lavender. You take a deep breath, trying to memorize the smell of him. Your embrace ends too quickly and he leaves you standing alone in the kitchen.

After a torturous drive home, you pull into the parking lot of your apartment. You quickly scan your surroundings, making sure to wait an extra moment before exiting the car to see if another car pulls in. You spot the car Reid described to you sitting in the corner in the back of the parking lot and you let out a relieved sigh. This whole situation is terrifying and ridiculous all at once. You remember Hotch's words and get out of your car, trying your best to act as if you aren't completely afraid for your life and you're not about to spend the entire night rechecking your door and window locks, making sure all your hidden guns are reachable and in place.

You pass the agent posed as a security guard and trying not to draw attention to yourself as you head down the left hall towards the elevator to your apartment. You would be out of your complete mind to take the stairs in this situation, but you're unsure if an elevator might actually be worse if he were to randomly enter it.

The elevator stops with a jolt and opens on your floor. You take a cautious peak out and check down the hallway left and right before exiting. You quickly make it to your apartment door, looking back to make sure there's no one in the hallway. If you're lucky, he might not know what exact apartment you live in, but then you realize with despair that if he's been watching you for however long, he could have easily seen you enter and exit your apartment multiple times.

You fumble with your keys as you try not to act panicked and open your door. You swiftly enter and lock it immediately behind you, making sure to lock the deadbolt and put the chain on as well. You loose a deep sigh and your eyes widen at the fact that you still might not be safe yet. You didn't even think about the fact that you'd have to check your apartment when you got here to make sure he wasn't already waiting for you.

You quietly pull the gun from the holster on your side and slowly work through your apartment, turning on every light and lamp possible, locking every single window you walk past, checking inside your bedroom closet, the kitchen pantry, the small storage closet just outside your bedroom, and even behind the shower curtain. Once you've decided that there's no possible place for him to hide, you finally feel your muscles relax. You place your gun back in your holster, unable to feel safe without it by your side.

You grab yourself a glass of water and some snacks and decide to stay in the living room. You're able to keep an eye on the door and balcony simultaneously. You don't risk turning the TV on or listening to music to relax you. You need to be at complete high alert until your team catches this son of a bitch.

Time goes by agonizingly slow as you try to keep yourself awake and entertained. A full pot of coffee sits on the counter for you to refill as the night goes on, although you're unsure if you'll even need it. The fear is enough to keep your blood pumping hard through you. You try to play card games with yourself and practice some card tricks Spencer taught you when you first joined the Bureau.

You aren't able to keep your attention on one task for too long, your fear pulling your eyes to scan every inch of the room. You decide to risk sneaking a peak through your balcony curtains. You look out from the side, just barely moving the fabric over so no one would notice a disturbance in the curtains from the outside. After deciding the coast is clear, you recheck the balcony door lock and do a walk through of your apartment once again, checking locks, hiding spots, your gun always close by.

The first hour passes and when your phone buzzes it just about makes you jump completely out of your skin. You reach into your pocket to pull it out and quickly read a text from Hotch, asking for an update. You reply to let him know that everything's normal so far, all possible access points are locked and you've gone through your entire apartment in intense detail.

You remember the promise you made Spencer and text him as well, basically explaining the same thing you told Hotch.

Me: im scared spence

Spencer: I know, that's okay. You're brave, remember?

Me: im trying really hard to be. i can't even turn on the TV or focus on anything long enough without getting worried im going to miss something and he's going to catch me off guard.

Spencer: You're the strongest person I know, don't let him control you. These offenders love control and making you feel helpless.

Me: he is controlling me though. i cant even imagine sleeping, im jumping at every car door being shut, every car horn from the street, every bug at my window. even if we catch him, will the fear ever go away?

The text bubble appears and disappears a few times. You start to wonder if maybe something happened, if they caught someone trying to get into your building when your phone buzzes in your hands.

Spencer: I think we both know the statistics. But, I promise that I will do everything I can do ease the fear and be there for you when it's too much.

You begin to get teary eyed at his promise. Never in your life have you felt cared for or protected. It was always kill or be killed and you fought for your life since you were a child, just trying to survive in a world destined to chew you up and swallow you.

Me: thank you spence. that means more to me than i think you'll ever understand. you mean more to me than you'll ever understand.

You set your phone down on the table next to you, feeling jittery after sending that text. You deleted it and rewrote it about 5 times, but if your life is in danger, why hold back? You also think about how he might try to profile you and believe you're forming an attachment to him due to trauma bonding or transference.

You let out an aggravated sigh and rub your face with your hands. This has complicated your life in just about every way possible and you promise yourself that if you ever get your hands on the man that feels like he can make you cower away, locked in your apartment, you'll make him regret it.

I pick my phone back up and when I see Spencer hasn't replied, I text again.

Me: have you guys seen or learned anything?

Spencer: Not yet. Few people have walked into the building but we're not legally allowed to deny people the right into their homes. You live on the third floor so hopefully that should deter him from your apartment.

Me: hope so. im not sure i could ever come back here and live my life without fear if he chooses here.

Spencer: That's understandable. I don't think he's prepared for his endgame just yet. But I'm also not sure he is disorganized enough to attempt to attack you in broad daylight in a public place like the grocery store.

Me: he abducted those other women in broad daylight in high traffic areas though and no one saw a thing.

Spencer: (Y/n), you're a federal agent. If he has an IQ that's at least half of mine, he would need extra planning. A damn good rouse to lure you away and that's only if he's confident we have no idea you're his target. Don't worry, okay? We will stay here all night for you.

Me: thank you..it helps to know you are here. i don't feel alone in this.

Spencer: You're never alone. Never again, (y/n).

Spencer: As much as I want to keep talking to you to make sure you're safe, I think it's best you focus on your surroundings. Deep breathing exercises actually trick your brain into thinking that you're relaxed and takes your body out of flight or fight.

Me: are those drs orders?

Spencer: Yes, now be a good girl and relax.

Your breath catches in your throat with his last text. It takes you aback at the pure brashness of it, something you weren't sure he was even capable of doing.

You do as commanded and you allow yourself to pull your legs up onto the couch, despite the impracticality of it in the sick chance he breaks into your apartment. You try your hardest to do breathing exercises you found on Google.

You are slightly surprised when your body begins to relax a bit and you feel less at edge. You don't allow yourself to completely let down your guard, but you welcome the slight relaxation of your muscles at least.

Minutes turn to hours and if you didn't have your phone to check the time, you would have thought days were passing by. All you've been able to do is stare at the ceiling when you're not making your routine patrols around your apartment. You feel as if you're starting to get a bit stir crazy.

You check in hourly with Hotch and Spencer, not allowing yourself too much of a distraction. But, as the hours tick by, your eyelids get heavier and heavier. You begin to lower your vigilant wall the tiniest bit. If he wanted to attack here wouldn't he have done so by now?

Me: im so tired.

Spencer: It's okay to sleep. It's highly recommended by every doctor, including me.

Me: alright smart ass. do you think he would've already tried something by now? the suns about to come up and it's been almost 12 hours.

Spencer: Go to bed. None of us are going to sleep so you're safe. You've been through a lot, you deserve some rest, even if it's just an hour.

Me: i guess youre right. ive got all my locks in place anyway and i guess i would probably hear if any glass broke but i dont know how anyone would expect to take an entire grown woman down 3 levels without risking being seen by using the stairs.

Spencer: You don't need to justify sleeping to me. You deserve the rest, no matter what. No justification needed.

Me: Thank you, Spence. ♡

Spencer: ♡

Still a bit weary, you decide to check the balcony and do your patrol once more before you allow yourself to relax. After determining the coast is clear, you decide to finally retire to your bedroom. You unhook your gun holster and lay it on your nightstand, making sure to keep it in reach in case.

You don't even bother changing out of your clothes as you finally climb into bed. You let out a small moan of relief and sleep consumes you almost instantly.

You're taken out of your sleep by a loud thud, confusion overtaking you for a few moments as you blink rapidly around the room, attempting to adjust your eyes to the daylight. You're frozen in fear as your vision clears and there's a gun pointed right to your face.

The man holding the gun is in a regular hoodie and jeans, seemingly normal. You reel your terror back as you hold your hands up in surrender, attempting to make him believe you're willing to do as he pleases in hopes he makes a mistake.

You eye the time on the clock on your nightstand, if you can only distract him for a little bit longer, Hotch will call you when he realizes you aren't replying to his hourly check in and they'll come up here and save your ass.

All your able to do is stare at your attacker and stay completely still. You rack your brain for the best possible thing to say to get him to deescalate or at least lower the gun. "What's your name?"

"My name?" He questions, tilting his head to the side. You thought he might be put back by the question, instead he seems to have gained a confidence your profile suggested he was close to growing into. You suppose he must have had some new found confidence to be able to sneak past multiple undercover agents, and into a room on third floor with all doors and windows locked. He makes no move to lower the gun and no attempt to answer your question.

"How did you get in?" You ask as calmly as possible, hoping he made a mistake that way at least. Maybe your team was already outside, discussing how to play it to where he surrenders. You realize your luck as probably fallen short at the way a wicked smile spreads across his face.

"Do you not want to talk?" You try again. The blog posts he made about you play over in your head. You're hoping he takes the bait.

"Don't you think it's a little late to talk?" The gun stays unwavering in your face.

"What do you mean?"

The smile falls from his face and if you were in a cartoon, you can almost bet smoke would come out of his ears.

"What do I mean? You know what I mean!" He roars, shaking the gun angrily around. You decide to take this as your opportunity now that the gun isn't pointing towards you.

You release your leg from under the covers and kick as hard as you can muster into his abdomen. He reels back and you stumble out of bed and attempt to retrieve the gun on your nightstand when you realize it's no longer there. You spin around in time for his fist to connect with your jaw, knocking you off your feet, your knees barking as they connect with the hardwood.

You sweep out his legs from under him, sending him to the floor along with you. You spot his gun laying on your bedroom floor, right next your dresser, which unfortunately, he is right in front of. Before you can think to hesitate, you're up on your feet and lunging for the gun.

Before you're able to reach it, he grabs you by the collar of your shirt and swings you around and slams you into the wall. The breath clears your lungs and all you can do is fall to the ground on once more.

Blood from somewhere, you assume your face, drips onto the polished floor below you. You attempt to play the defeated victim, hoping it draws him close enough for you to catch him by surprise.

His heavy feet slam against your floorboards until he is right in front of you, gun completely abandoned on the floor. He grips your neck with a strong hand and lifts you to your feet. When he brings your face to his, you spit blood into his eye, causing him to drop you.

You use the few moments you gave yourself to at least make it out of your bedroom, grab a knife or one of your hidden guns, anything to give you the upper hand against a man twice your size and strength.

"Bitch!" He roars, wiping furiously at his eyes as you scramble with the door to your bedroom. You swing it open and lunge towards the closet gun you can think of when you see the open compartment, your gun missing from it.

"You think I don't know every single detail about your life, (y/n)?" He laughs from behind you as you're frozen in the middle of your living room. "I've been waiting for a long time, (y/n). Do you like the presents I left you? I figured I'd show you what I would do to you."

"You have an odd perception of the word present." You deadpan. You scramble to come up with a solution. All your guns are gone, if you run to the kitchen you better hope to hell he doesn't shoot you first or get there before you. "What do you want?"

"You." He smiles, and before you can react he's on you again. As you fight tooth and nail against his raging grasp, you hear your phone begin to ring. You allow hope to bubble in your chest, just a few more minutes, you say to yourself. They'll save me.

When you finally think you have the upper hand on him, he lands a fist to your temple that throws you to the carpet. Your vision spins as you attempt to crawl anywhere but where he is. You feel his laugh in your bones and you can tell he is taking his time taking in his win and the power it gives him. Your sight becomes blurry and you fight as hard as you can against it. But, all you seem to have the strength for is to watch blood spill from your mouth and the wounds on your face, onto the carpet of your living room. You gather enough strength to at least look your attacker in the face and deny him as much of the power he craves as you can. "I'm not afraid of you," you whisper. Your throat feels tight, and it's almost impossible to swallow. You spit blood onto your carpet as you try to relieve the pressure in your throat.

"You should be," is the last thing you hear before you see his boot come down towards your head and the world turns black.

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[crucifiedramblings]

UNSUB SPENCER REID— nsfw headcanons

minors/ageless blogs dni. adult content. you will be blocked.

content warning: mature themes, dubcon, spencer is mean, dead dove/do not eat, all nsfw under the cut ✭

unsub spencer's approach to intimacy is . . . calculated. he plans out every move like your body is a chessboard and sex is his game. he counts how many articles of clothing you have that require removal, making the stripping of each piece into a show for his own entertainment.

he's also mean. spencer will defile you, degrade you with no mercy, and really hammer it in that you are useless without him— why? the more he repeats it, the more you believe it. unsub spencer wants a loyal dog rather than a partner.

"aw, bunny— look how desperate you are! where would you be without me to satisfy your needs? you're too stupid to take care of it on your own."

spencer loves to leave you covered in bruises, decorated with shades of violet that remind you of him. he wants you to feel his merciless mouth for days after its departure.

and don't forget about spencer's roaming hands— frequently finding your throat, squeezing in just the right way— until you find yourself dizzy and staring up at him with a lovesick gaze. spencer frequently experiments with how close he can get to you passing out before he stops and strokes your head, hushing you like he would a bird during a storm.

"sh, shh— it's okay, dove. you're okay— i'd never hurt you."

don't get spencer wrong, he would never hurt you— but you wouldn't really consider it to be hurtful . . . considering he would be toying with your sex the entire time. stroking your cock slowly, painfully— or allowing his fingers to circle your clit while whispering vile things in your ear.

#spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds fic #dark spencer reid #unsub au #unsub spencer reid

[littlecarmine]

i can go into more detail if you want. uh, no.

SPENCER REID, EMILY PRENTISS, and AARON HOTCHNER | 7.11 "TRUE GENIUS" 

#cmedit #criminal minds #criminalmindsedit #criminalminds #.gif #hotch.gif #spencer.gif #emily.gif #emily prentiss #spencer reid #spencerreidedit #hotch #aaronhotchneredit #cm 7x11 #criminal minds 7x11 #cm #the way emily is actually interested in knowing this dskjfhsk #how is this scene so dark they shot it in the sun #qp

[whoisspence]

pov: you're on spencer's apartment on a lazy sunday

#spencer reid #doctor spencer reid #i need him #imagine living like this #cozycore #cozy aesthetic #dark academia #light academia #books & libraries #whoisspence

[theflowerrooms]

His Game • Ch. 4 • return to ch. 3 • Spencer’s masterlist

Purple Stars

Dark!Spencer Reid x Reader • a kidnapping fic

Chapter Warnings: Kidnapping, Abusive behaviour, possessive and manipulative behaviour, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of assault, mentions of murder

Chapter Summary: a daunting bruise, a lonesome week, a movie, and a kiss.

wordcount: 3.5k

  Your shoulders were cold, white blankets shrugged halfway off your body during your rest, you inched toward the warmth next to you, leaning back into it until the heat source wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you back slightly. With a jolt, you sat up, staring at Spencer next to you as his arm fell limp from your body and he pushed his face further into the pillows, hair flopping over his face.

He was still wearing the clothes he returned in, fitted pants and a pale blue button up, it wasn't tucked in all the way and the top few buttons undone, tie thrown carelessly on the floor next to your shoes. You took notice of the fact that he slept above the covers rather than under them, with you, and something in you lightened at the respect of boundaries you weren't sure you could place.

  Then, you took notice of the fact that you were entirely naked, cold body littered in goosebumps. You were suddenly terribly grateful for Spencer sleeping above the covers with his work clothes on. You thanked him mentally but wouldn't thank him more.

You scooted off the bed, hissing quietly when the floor touched your feet. It was always colder in the mornings, or at least what felt like morning. You put on the slippers placed at the side of the bed you slept on most and stood clumsily. And grabbed a big gray t-shirt and blue pyjama shorts, hiding yourself in the slightly oversized clothes before you made your way across the room.

Quickly, your eyes found the desk in the corner of the room, found Spencer's belt, Spencer's gun. Your nose ached at the sight of it. You looked at Spencer. You looked back at the gun. No.

The bathroom door shut behind you louder than you wanted it to. You didn't want to wake Spencer up. A deep breath, pressing the back of your head to the door and listening carefully, no movement as far as you could tell.

It took a surprising amount of energy to move off the door and to the sink, your head kind of hurt, and from the puffy eyes above a giant dark purple welt on your face, you knew why. You brushed your teeth, you didn't feel like it, the taste of the toothpaste made you gag for reasons you didn't understand but didn't care enough to reflect on. You spat the toothpaste into the sink and left the faucet running to dip your head under and rinse out your mouth. The water was refreshing, clean, filtered.

You stood straight and stared yourself in the face. You didn't recognize yourself. Your eyes were swollen from a night of crying before you slept. Then there was the dark, daunting bruise that spanned from the arch of your left cheek to the bridge of your nose. The mark didn't look the way you expected it too, it was much larger and deeper than any contact wounds you'd seen inflicted by guns. You assumed that the lack of proper eating or any sunlight was responsible for your weak skin and body.

You sat on the counter, facing the mirror and looked at it closer. Bright swirls of purple, pink, and black right under your eye, the skin there a rougher texture than the rest from the physical trauma. The soft freckles that lived on your skin were differently coloured, a dark purple outlined by pinkish veins. It looked like a painting, like a midnight sky filled with an array of constellations and stars.

You covered the bruise as well as you could with your hand and stared into your other eye. Bloodshot and irritated, red skin and fat eyelids. Eyelashes stuck together at the end corner of your eye. You couldn't allow yourself to romanticize anything about this. There wasn't an alluring constellation, no stars to gaze at. Just a painful wound inflicted on you by your kidnapper.

You had to remind yourself, you're a victim. Spencer made you a victim. A victim of kidnapping, of drugging, of physical assault. You were sure the list would grow longer, you'd hardly been here long, 2-4 days you estimated. You'd ask Spencer when you found your voice.

You got off the counter and used the bathroom, washing your hands. Your stomach growling startled you, you needed to eat. You opened the bathroom door and startled at the sight of Spencer standing at the other side, staring.

  "It looks bad." His voice was weak, groggy with sleep and heavy with guilt. He cupped your face gently in his large hands and grazed his thumb over your bruised cheekbone. "Does it hurt bad? Need ice?"

  It took everything in you not to flinch away from his touch, everything in you not to give in and let him hold you. "No. It- it doesn't." He knew you were lying. You'd never been that good at lying, and Spencer was experienced with reading the victims as well as unsubs.

  His lips pressed to a line and his right hand stiffened against your skin, before he was digging his thumbprint into the tender injury that he put there. "No lying." He said. Suddenly you were yelping pathetically and throwing yourself into his chest to get away from his painful grip, to get the comfort you yearned for but didn't want to seek from him.

  His hand that once worsened the pain on your face laced itself in your hair, shielding you from the rest of the world as you smelt the scents of his  faded cologne, coffee, peppermint, and vanilla, his sweat, the faint smell of ink, and paper from being at work. "We'll get ice for your eye." He spoke quietly, emotions you couldn't read falling from his teeth and lips as he spoke.

  He dragged you slowly out of the bathroom, out of the bedroom, to the main room and guided you to a love seat. "Spencer I need to eat." Your voice wavered, one hand coming up to cup your now-throbbing eye, the other hand meeting Milo as he jumped on the couch to sit with you.

  "Ice first my Angel." He nodded, small cubes of ice in a ziplock bag, and then a soft white cloth wrapped around it to protect your delicate skin that he wasn't worried about harming last night. "Here baby." He pressed it against your wound, you winced and let out a sigh of satisfaction at the same time, moving your hand over his to hold the ice yourself. The pet names he called you didn't necessarily surprise you, what did surprise you was your reaction- or your lack of a reaction.

  You sat with Milo, fingers threading through his soft fur as you listened to Spencer move around behind you. You felt detached from yourself and the world around you, and you didn't really want to look at Spencer because the sight of him grounded you, brought you back to the hollow uncertainty of your current reality.

  You jolted back into forefront consciousness when he placed a plate of peeled tangerines in front of you. You'd never been the biggest fan of tangerines, but right now as you are these ones, you could swear it was the best thing you've eaten ever. Fresh and cool, filled with tons of vitamins and nutrients that your body felt entirely lacking of.

  "How did you-" Spencer's uncertain voice spilled out of his mouth before he was interrupted by a beeping in his pocket. He pulled his phone out, looked at it, then you. He swallowed. "I have to leave. I'll be back soon my angel." The BAU, stealing him from you or saving you from him. You weren't sure. You hadn't been sure of anything for the past nights you've been in this cozy, unwilling isolation.

  He grabbed his gun, belt and shoes from the other room and you watched him leave quick, without a proper goodbye. You weren't sure how you felt about that.

*

  Three days. It felt like three days, you'd fallen asleep and woken up three separate times. You'd. taken four showers. Prepared yourself five meals with ingredients Spencer thankfully provided in the small kitchen. The third time you slept, it was on the love seat, eyes boring into the door, silently, embarrassingly, regretfully awaiting Spencer's return until you gave into exhaustion.

  You'd nearly died of boredom. You'd read so many books, you didn't mind too much in all actuality. You enjoyed reading but you got tired of it after what felt to be the second day. That's when you found a black ball point pen and started drawing over pages you'd already consumed with your eyes and mind. You'd draw stars, constellations and planets, galaxies inspired by your ugly purple eye.

  And now, you drew yellow daffodils and green moss, what would've been yellow and green if you'd been provided that shade- flowers inspired by the ugly green and yellow hues surrounding the still tender, but healing skin of your nose, eye and cheek.

  You sat on the floor at the coffee table. Scrambling to your feet when you heard Spencer return. You reminded yourself of how a pet would rush to the door when it's owner would return home. You didn't dwell on that too much when you were distracted with the overwhelming relief of Spencer opening the door and stepping through, making sure it locked behind him.

  He only looked at you for a moment before you you were striding over to him, arms wrapped around his waist and face pushed into his chest. He was more than happy to bring his arms around you, stroking your back with one hand and cradling the crown of your head with the other.

  "Let me get a look at you Angel." He gently guided your head away from his chest and grazed his thumb over your discoloured skin, you flinched just slightly but he didn't seem to take offence. "It looks much better." He was pleased, proud, and your heart ached.

  "It doesn't hurt much anymore either." You smiled timidly, one hand of your sliding under his palm on the side of your face to tap lightly on the bruise, proof.

  He smiled at that, and that smile was enough to flood you with serotonin and suddenly you were happy? You weren't even sure, you just knew you didn't feel awful.

  He glanced at the kitchen and then back at you. "Are you hungry?" He asked and you shook your head. He raised his eyebrows, appeared to not believe you and suddenly you were scared he wouldn't, scared of the repercussions that would follow if he deemed you untruthful again.

  You pressed yourself closer to him, would he still hit you if you were being sweet to him? "I- I ate already, made food and ate it, 'm not hungry Spence." You assured him, refused to make eye contact, staring only at the fabric of his light purple button down.

  "I believe you angel, relax, you haven't got to be scared here. You're safe here." He pet your hair softly and relief flooded you quicker than the fear had. So many emotions rushing in and out of you it made you dizzy. "There's no dishes?"

  You nodded against him, polyester blend scraping kindly against your cheek. "Yeah- I cleaned them all up." You said and spared a look at him, he smiled down at you and you felt your breath falter.

  "Really? Good job Angel, you're so good for me." He praised you and your cheeks burned. You were hanging onto every word. You giggled softly under your breath and leaned into him even more.

  You were afraid of how happy it made you that he was back, afraid of how being in his arms made you feel like you were breathing fresh air after nearly drowning. You dreaded the time he would inevitably have to leave again.

  You stepped back slightly, it wasn't fair to allow yourself solace in his arms. "You were gone for a very long time." You tilted your head and he tilted his in unison.

  "Five days" he nodded. Five? "Miss me?" He asked and you nearly said yes. Instead you stayed quiet. "I missed you an awful amount, each day. Thank you for hugging me." You nodded as he spoke. You felt a guilty pride in knowing that he missed you. You looked up at him and he stared at your lips.

  "Can I kiss you?" He asked. It hit you like cold water, not that he wanted to kiss you, rather that he asked you first. You almost naturally wanted to say yes, but you couldn't possibly. You reminded yourself again, you're a victim, kidnapping, drugging, assault.

  Now, with a twinge of fear of what would happen if you said no, you nodded your head. He clocked your apprehension immediately and he tsked. You braced yourself for whatever would happen next, another blow to your face, an unwanted kiss, you weren't sure.

  Moving his body an inch away from yours and petting your arm softly wasn't what you'd expected. "I'm not kissing you, not now. If I ever ask you that question again- or something similar, you'll say yes because you want to. Not because you think you have to or should. Not because you're afraid. Do you understand?" He was sincere, you nodded.

  Weight was lifted off of your shoulders and you nearly laughed at him. Consent was a funny thing to be respected by a homocidal kidnapper.

  You became alert to a soft clinking on the ground next to you and you both looked down to see Milo pawing at the strap of Spencer's satchel. You hadn't noticed he had it with him, and you didn't have time to ask what was in it before Spencer was picking up and bringing it over to the coffee table to show you it's contents.

  He first he pulled out a clock, it was simple, a gold framed tabletop clock, no alarm, it was pretty. You didn't care about those details though. You took the clock from him and sat down, staring at it in wonder. 7:12. It was 7:12. "Is it morning or evening?" You asked him and he answered.

  7:12pm. 7:13pm now.

  It was crazy how privileged you felt just to be able to see the time. You were so appreciative of Spencer for giving you the clock, he could've chosen not to, kept you disoriented and detached to the point that you relied on him even more. But he didn't, he gave you a clock for your sanity and well-being because that was more important to him than your dependence.

  "Thank you so much." You whispered, eyes drilling into the clock still as you watched the second hand tick until the minute one did too. 7:14pm. You smiled and looked up at him, he smiled too. You held the clock to your stomach and brought your feet up onto the love seat, one arm wrapped around the object like a child would with a stuffed bear.

  His hands reached into the bag again and he pulled out three dvds. Scream (1996), Scarface, and Carrie. Three movies he knew you loved and you felt your heart swell. "Movie night?" He asked, obviously you couldn’t read him completely, but he sounded slightly shy, afraid you’d say no.

“Absolutely, of course.” You got more comfortable on the love seat and he grinned so wide. You watched him walk into the bedroom for a few minutes before he came back out pushing a tv on a small wooden table with wheels, both in very good shape. You had no idea where that tv even came from, but you didn’t focus much on it.

You focused on Spencer as he plugged it in and set it up. On his hands as they moved and the soft muscles in his back and arms that shifted under his shirt. “What did you do? For the five days you were gone, I mean.” You asked.

He was quick to answer, honest as well. “Mostly they were looking for you, but then we went to Montana for a child abduction. We found him, he’s safe with his family.” You found yourself regretfully jealous of this child because he got to be with his family and you didn’t. But Spencer really wasn’t as bad as he could be.

You understood what it meant that they’d gone on another case. You were no longer the prioritized case. This was sad, but it also brought relief to you. Spencer was a genius, you didn’t want them to waste time looking for you when they could be saving other people, like that little boy today. You also knew that if you were the primary focus, and they got too close, Spencer would know faster than they did, and he’d interfere.

The sound of a phone ringing brought you out of your thoughts, you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion until you realized that the phone in question was Casey Becker’s, the Ghostface killer on the other line. The beginning of the movie Scream was on the television.

Spencer tossed a blanket from the bedroom at you and you smiled softly at him, a silent thank you. You listened to him make popcorn as you watched the one of the first victims of the movie make her popcorn too.

When Spencer returned to the space you sat in, you shifted the blanket, moving it over, a silent offer for him to sit next to you which he immediately took up, popcorn on the table, one arm over the back of the seat behind your head, the other moving the blanket over himself before he rested his free arm over your side.

You didn’t mind the closeness, you hated being alone those past days, you were happy he was back. You didn’t remind the physical reminder, especially when it was soft and sweet.

You’d forgot how much you loved this movie in the time you’d seen it, it was almost like a comfort movie to you. Over time you shifted back into Spencer, and he happily allowed you until your back was pressed comfortably against his ribcage. He’d rest his chin on the top of your head as you both watched the movie.

It felt terribly domestic, watching a movie you loved while you snuggled and ate popcorn, with your kidnapper. But you currently weren’t thinking of him as your kidnapper, mostly just thinking of him as nothing but Spencer. Who you would’ve said yes to the second he asked you out had he done it under normal circumstances.

You felt sleepy, not because you were tired, rather because you were so comfortable. Warm but not hot, encased in his touch that you welcomed. You felt sleepy because it was the most comfortable and relaxed you’d been since you’d gotten there.

You sat up a bit more as the credits rolled. You craned your neck slightly to look at Spencer and he was already looking at you. A soft dewy look in his eyes as he looked over your face, gaze falling to your lips. It didn’t scare you this time.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, softer than when he’d asked earlier. He leaned back, putting distance between you and him so you wouldn’t feel at all pressured.

You thought it over. You tried to. Your head was clouded with intimate bliss and affection he provided you, the warmth of him next to you and the credits of a movie you loved playing next to you both.

“Yes.” No hesitation, no uncertainty.

He brought his hand to your face, caressing your cheek before he cupped your jaw, angling your head toward his. He scanned over your face again, looking for any signs of regret, discomfort, fear. He found none whatsoever so he guided you toward himself and ever so gently pressed his lips to yours.

He was radiating heat, warm breath and warm lips. His lips were soft and smooth while yours were chapped and torn from your teeth worrying down on them during the five lonely days. He pulled back just a second before he kissed you again.

This kiss was no deeper than the last, never crossing the barrier of just your lips pressed together. You kissed back more this time, and he revelled in it. Your lips against his was something he thought about constantly and now he finally had it.

He pulled back completely now, hand never leaving your face, stroking your jaw with his thumb. He looked at you so adoringly that your veins were thick with sweetness and warmth rather than the blood that was usually there.

You wondered if he could feel how fast your heart was beating, his fingers probably close enough to your pulse point. He kissed your forehead and stood up to go switch the movie. “Thank you angel.” His voice was warm and gravelly.

You chose not to reflect on how normal the name sounded falling from his lips. You didn’t want to reflect on the fact that it took you a second to recall what your real name actually was.

Chapter Five Here

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You’re mine

KINKTOBER DAY 2: Mutual masturbation

PAIRING: SPENCER REID X READER

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST HERE🎃💗

warnings: stalking • mutual masturbation • semi public sex • humiliation • phone sex • paranoia? • mentions of violence • let me know if I missed any •

A/N: sorry about the KTOBER delay.. this ones a little dark but ill make up with a sweet one next week! reminder english isnt my first language but feel to correct any grammar mistakes

summary: Spencer fears he is being stalked after receiving gifts from a secret admirer only to fall for her • MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI 18+

“Hey whats wrong?” Morgan stops Spencer as he rushes into the BAU frantic with an orange envelope at hand “Gather everyone in the conference room please” he gets out of morgans grip and makes his way there. “Whats this about?” Hotch walks in confused on the whole situation, raising a questioning eyebrow at Spencer “Ive been on edge the past month and yesterday I received this..” he hands the envelope to Hotch. Inside theres a handwritten letter with the words “I know you were thinking about me” and multiple photographs of Spencer jacking off in his room.

Truthfully he didn’t want to show anyone but this was getting out of hand. In the photograph his room was illuminated by warm toned lamp, his mouth hung open and anyone with half a brain could assume he was letting out sounds of pleasure, his head was thrown back and his eyes were shut tightly, while his hand wrapped around his leaking dick as he lazily sat on his desk chair with his trousers hanging around his ankles. Hotch’s eyes go wide for a second as he quickly puts the pictures away only making his subordinates blush grow a burning pink. The team share a few glances and connect the dots in an instant. “Morgan you have experience in obsession crimes.. what do you think this is?” Hotch asks after analyzing the letter he spoke up “Are these the only “gifts” you’ve gotten? any other notes we should know about?” morgan glances up at him making sure to put emphasis on the word “gifts”

“I-I mean theres always a lingering feeling im being watched and I got a bouquet of flowers last monday along with a letter every other day from a “secret admirer” but I didn’t think much of it.. I just assumed some neighborhood boy was playing a prank on me..” he says running his fingers through his silky brunette hair, clearly stressed out “looks like you’ve got a groupie” spencer looks back down to morgan “HUH?” morgan hands the letter back to spencer “The writing is clearly written by a female, its dainty and not aggressive.. almost as if to show her love and devotion to you instead of threatening you. That isnt to say she wont get violent later on.. it may trigger her to see you with another woman around her age maybe something set her off and decided to finally make her move.” hotch lets out a breath “Morgan, Reid, you stay here and find a motive, Prentiss and I will go to the scene and try to get more geographical information on how they even managed to take these photos.. wheels up in 30” and with that everyone’s getting to work.

They made a geographic profile, retraced steps, came up with a profile and even a plan on how to catch the unsub. “We think our unsub is a female in her mid 20s, if you were to cross her path shed blend right in, shes not very confident or careful but she is smart, if you bumped into her she’d apologize even if it wasnt her fault, she has an obsessive personality though she probably doesn’t even realize it odds are if she were to go through a psychotic break she would only go after Spencer or people close to him so we don’t have to worry about civilian safety” after notifying the local PD they develop a plan.. Emily was going to pretend to be Spencers girlfriend, holding hands on the subway, walking him home, spending time in his apartment ect, to get a rise out of the unsub, it was a long shot that youd even buy it if youve been stalking spencer but it was worth a try “you sure you got this?” she looks up at Hotch as he adjust her mic pack and silently nods as Spencer copies her movement.

That afternoon he and Emily walk out of the subway station hand in hand making their way to his apartment, god Spencer wasn’t lying.. Emily could feel eyes on her but couldn’t pin point where they came from but they managed to make goosebumps arise from her. That night there was no love letter at his door. This was either the start of a psychotic break or you backing down. Morgan was stationed at the location they assumed the photographs were taken, assuming you’d come back. Emily spent the night at spencers place and left during the early hours of the morning to make it all the more convincing. After she left Spencer did his morning routine like usual, a shower, setting the coffee pot, changing, grabbing his satchel and heading out but he was stopped by a piece of paper that was stuck between the front door and the frame, falling onto the ground. The note was different, it seemed messy and rushed. It read “Im still here” a shiver ran down his spine. His gut told him to just get on the subway and go to work and develop his highly intelligent team but his brain told him to take matters into his own hands. He stormed out of his building and made his way onto the sidewalk hoping to be able catch you before you got too far. He had the profile now all he needed to do was find you and he knew just how to do that. He stormed into the subway station proceeding to walk a little faster than usual. He felt eyes on him and immediately he turned around and met your eyes by sheer luck. He kept his eyes on you and you stayed frozen in place looking away from his gaze but not moving an inch.. could it be you? He knew morgan always trusted his gut and maybe it was time he did the same. As he started approaching you your eyes went wide and you sped walked away. You fit the profile, the only thing they didn’t mention was how attractive you were. He caught up to you quickly having the advantage of long legs “hey” he puts a hand on your shoulder giving you goosebumps “im meeting my girlfriend for coffee but I dont know which track to take.. do you think you could help me?” he give you a nice smile that you return but he notices your demeanor going cold at the word girlfriend.

“yeah totally! where are you meeting?” your fists are clenched at your sides, this was almost too easy “Virginia coffee house” he says simply “you’re gonna want to take the 53, it should get here in about 10 minutes.. that’s actually where im heading too” he smiles a little wider “I don’t suppose you mind waiting with me then?” you nod “not at all!…” you fidget with your fingers “actually im gonna go to the restroom” you turn to rush off with him hot on your heels, he wont forgive himself if he lets you get away.. he has to trust his gut when it’s screaming right at him he needs to know more. He follows you into the bathroom at the station which is thankfully empty and locks the door behind him “Spencer what are you doing?” you say and quickly realize your mistake as his expression falters “I never said my name was spencer..” your eyes widen as you start to back up into the sink “sorry I- my brains all scattered” you try to play it off with a laugh but hes not laughing. He starts to get closer and closer to you as you continue to step back “heres what I think and feel free to correct me if im wrong, but just know ill know if you’re lying, I study human behavior for living but of course you already knew that” your backed up completely into the sink and have nowhere to run as he continues to get closer until he finally towers over you face inches apart “I think you’re my little groupie.. I think you watched me get off and took pictures to touch yourself too.. I think you leave love letters at my door.. I think you’re jealous of my fake girlfriend and I think..” he whisper the next words right into your ear “you’re desperate for me” he hates to admit it but some animalistic part of him just wants to take you right there in the bathroom and make you scream his name to humiliate you just as you did to him. You’d proudfully admit that his accusations made your panties soaking wet, having to squeeze your thighs together for any friction.

Just then a loud knock at the door interrupts you both breaking away “whys the door locked?” you hear through the door “you’re right” you say before speeding off and disappearing into the crowd as soon as the lady at the door gets it open. Spencer rushes out ignoring the strange looks he gets but ultimately looses you. He lets out an exasperated sigh and with that hes on his way to work.

Coming back to an empty apartment was never fun but he couldn’t shake his head off with what happened just a few hours prior in that bathroom. He starts palming himself through his trousers and groans wishing it was you. He unbuttons his jeans and pull out his dick, stroking it as it fill the room with the wet sounds of his precum smearing all over his shaft “fuck” he sits at his desk and there he sees you. You’re on the balcony of the building across the street. The complex next to the one morgan was previously situated at the day prior. Camara leaning next to you, phone in one hand as your other hand starts to glide down your abdomen between your thighs successfully getting a whimper out of Spencer.. hes never been this exposed. He hears his phone ring and you mouth at him to answer it and he obeys. You let out breathy whines as you start to circle your clit matching the pace of the hand wrapped around his dick. His eyes are open staring straight at you, he dosent want to miss a single second of this. His own morality not even bothering him anymore, not when he feels this good and has this view. “Fuck” He stands up from his seat and walk closer to the window, he starts to glide his hand faster even teasing himself by running his finger through his slit “mmm” he knows you can hear him but he cant hold back his sounds god hes never felt this good under his own touch, he thinks it’s pathetic he has to imagine its your even though you’re only a few feet away. “faster” he demands. His ty is loosened but his shirt is still on and how you wish you could just see all of him, you insert 2 fingers into yourself struggling because theyre not long enough to give you as much pleasure as you need, you lean over the edge and hold on to the railing of the balcony giving spencer a better peek at your tits “you’re fucking c- crazy” he says with heavy pants inbetween every word “me? im not the one stroking my dick to my “stalker” god you hated that word but you heard him refer to you as that before, he lets out a deep growl “yeah well im not the stalker” the call is filled with whines and moans from both ends, you start nearing your climax “im gonna- hah-“ your words are cut off by your loud whimpers “aww cmon baby- you can write someone whos never even seen you heartfelt love letters but cant- ah finish- mm your own sentence” hes teasing but in reality hes in the same position as you “fuck- you” his open mouth turns into a smirk “bet youd like that” thats it, something in you snaps and your practically screaming and writhing in place as Spencer delivers his final pumps to his cock before he’s leaking cum onto his own chest with heavy whines as he tries to catch his breath with his eyes closed.

When he finally opens them to see you shock is evident in his face when you’re already gone and the line is left ringing. He buttons his pants and runs to his front door trying to catch you but instead his eyes land on another envelope. He opens it expecting it to be another love letter and pictures of him jacking it only to be met with photographs of YOU touching yourself, your mouth dropped open, hand on your pussy, only showing the bottom half of your face, the note attached reads “you have my phone number now.. id appreciate going on a date with you before you turn me in - your dearest Y/N” god this was going to be fun.

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[simp4eshal]

The boy is mine (Spencer x Reader)

Based on “The Boy is mine” by Ariana Grande

“The boy is mine,

I can’t wait to try him”

Your dad was president. Yes, he was.

And as the first daughter, you had to have security. That was obligatory.

But after an attempt is made on your life, your dad gets more cautious, and during the time of the investigation an FBI agent is charged with your safety.

Spencer reid x reader

I/ The one where you meet, and he’s so fine you spill coffee on yourself

II/ The one where you’re clumsy, and somehow end up on top of him

III/ The one where he can not act as if he’s not attracted to you anymore

IV/ The one where you get caught

V/ The one where your dad accepts him

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