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The Black Dahlia (pt.3)

Prompt: Reunited, Spencer and Reader share secrets. (this chapter is all smut, so please make sure to read the warnings)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Rating: mature (18+, minors DNI)

Warnings: Dom!Reader, Sub!Spencer, praise kink, choking, hair pulling, degradation, ownership, oral sex (female and male receiving), blood kink, knife kink, unprotected sex; mention of past child sexual and physical abuse

Words: 8.8 k

A.N.: Reminder: Reader is a serial killer. There’s nothing romantic in what she’s doing, so please, do not romanticize her character or defend her from her actions. She needs to be held accountable for her manipulative and murderous behaviour, end of the story. Keep in mind that this is a fanfiction: I do not condone the actions of the characters, nor I support them – and I certainly do not encourage such actions.

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Spencer Reid is a man of science.

Because of that, he has always thought about love as something medical, biological, chemical.

Something that can be explained through formulas or hormones, both of them scientifically proven. There’s no such thing as love as something else, because Spencer has never felt anything like this before.

Obviously, Spencer is trying to wrap his brain around this new sensation that can’t seem to let him go. A sensation that makes him feel warm inside, that makes his mind hazy and his lips always twitch into a smile at the mention of your name – a smile that he has to pretend is nervous, bitter, scared.

Romantic love, the kind of love Spencer thinks he’s feeling right now, can be broken down into three categories: lust, attraction and attachment. Every category is characterized by its own set of hormones, stemming from the brain.

Lust is driven by the desire for sexual gratification, which refers to the need to reproduce and contribute to the perpetuation of the species. Spencer knows that this category is all about testosterone and estrogen, produced by testes and ovaries – he can feel the rush of testosterone right now, with his hands on your hips.

Attraction is different: Spencer can lust for other humans, but he’s not always attracted to them. Attraction involves the brain pathways that control ‘reward’ behaviour, which explains why the first weeks of a relationship – can Spencer consider this a relationship? – are exhilarating and extremely consuming.

Dopamine is one of the players in the brain’s reward pathway: it’s released when Spencer does something that feels good to him, like right now. He’s kissing your neck and hearing the soft moans coming out of your lips. He knows you’re feeling good and he feels even better, knowing that he’s doing something nice.

Norepinephrine is released with dopamine during attraction: they’re the chemicals that make Spencer feel giddy, energetic, euphoric and lead him to forget his tiredness because they decrease appetite and insomnia. It’s all new to him, because he didn’t think it’d be possible to feel something like this for someone.

Then, there’s attachment.

It’s the predominant factor in long-term relationships.

While lust and attraction aren’t exclusive to romantic entanglements, attachment explains parent-infant bonding and friendships. The hormones that control this category are oxytocin and vasopressin: oxytocin, the cuddle hormone, is released in quantities during sex, breastfeeding and childbirth. They’re all precursors to bonding.

Spencer has this perfectly painted image of love as something that can never go bad. He has the examples of his colleagues in happy relationships, all out in the field with their loved one, while he has to keep whatever there is between you and him a secret.

Spencer Reid is a man of science.

But you are a psychopath, a serial killer who uses people to your own advantage.

Psychopaths still form romantic relationships, but they may not be based on psychological intimacy – in the traditional sense of the word. Instead, these relationships are similar to Bonnie and Clyde – it’s obvious you and Spencer are in this situation, because you bonded over a destructive behaviour. Your lack of empathy and Spencer’s struggles in expressing deep emotions are the lead of your relationship.

You don’t need to talk to Spencer, he doesn’t need to tell you how he’s feeling.

You both focus on the moment, on having each other, on proving to the other that you’re as loyal as you can be. However, something is slowly changing.

There’s a theory in psychology where subjects diagnosed with psychopathy can slowly be changed by the power of love. Spencer is a firm believer of that, because he can feel the way you’re becoming less violent, less frustrating to be with – and you’re opening up to him, allowing Spencer to take a look into your past.

Why would you ask him to kill your Uncle without knowing the reason why?

You allowed Spencer to find out. You let him listen to your conversation with your father.

Both these situations meant trust. You didn’t say it out loud, but it was obvious.

Spencer felt special.

“I was waiting for you.”

Your hands roam all over his chest, leaving red marks in their wake. “I know, Bee. I’m sorry it took so long.”

“No, don’t apologize.” – Spencer whispers, grabbing both your hands – “Never apologize. All it matters is that you’re here with me now. You’re back.”

The sensation of his fingers tightening around your wrists shakes you from the insides. You can feel a cold, crippling chokehold around your neck as you wiggle out of his grip. When Spencer arrested you, you felt the same exact thing: a cold chokehold around your neck while he was blocking your hands.

Immediately, you pull out your knife from your thigh holster and you lift it up, bringing it right below his chin and over his throat. You don’t want to play tonight and no matter how excited Spencer is to see you, you’re not going to let your walls crumble down.

You did once and it ruined your life.

Now... It’s a game, but you’re going to play it by your own rules.

Spencer lifts both his hands when he sees the sharp knife. “What are you doing?”

He’s in distress, but he doesn’t let it show. However, the vein in his neck is betraying him.

You stay quiet, brushing the tip of your finger on the edge. “I just need to make sure you won’t do anything stupid like the last time, Bee. Do you remember what you did?”

Spencer gulps at your words, lowering his eyes on the sharp tool still in your hands. Of course he remembers, he still regrets ratting you out to his team, but he can’t say it now – he needs to find a way to apologize to you, before you can think that this is boring you. No matter how excited Spencer is to see you and hold you right now, he has to be careful – one event can trigger you and push you to kill him.

Would you kill him, though?

“I won’t. I’ve missed you a lot, Daisy.” – Spencer whispers, closing his eyes when the tip of the knife caresses his throat – “I couldn’t stop thinking about you and dreaming of you.”

“I know, Bee. You’ve kept all of my flowers, I saw them.” – you say with a joyful tone – “You’re such a sweet Bee. I can’t believe you’ve changed so much since you arrested me. Did you regret what you did? Is that why you kept all of my flowers? Because you regret arresting me?”

Spencer knows that the tone you’re using is completely different from what you’re feeling right now. You have this anger flaring from each word, rage rolling off your tongue and seeping into his skin at a quick pace.

He doesn’t know if he’s going to come out of his apartment alive after you’re done with him, but he doesn’t care. He’s going to take everything you’re willing to give him and it’ll be satisfying enough for him. Spencer needs you to know that you’re more than enough for him.

“Yes. I’m sorry I betrayed you, Daisy.” – he whispers, licking his bottom lip – “I’d do anything to take it back.”

You coo, leaning forward and pressing the tip of the blade against his throat. He’s admitting that he betrayed you, that he ratted you out - you know he didn’t want to do it, you could feel the pain in his voice when he told you to get out of the car after making love to you, but he couldn’t stop.

Just like right now, you can’t stop pressing the blade into the soft skin of his throat. The sight of blood when the skin breaks under the cold metal is too enchanting, too exciting. A rush of adrenaline pumps through you, as you bring the knife up to your lips and lick the blood off it. The metallic scent diffuses in your mouth as you smile, taking a step back.

“You taste delicious, Bee.”

Spencer doesn’t move, he even holds his breath again.

His back is attached to the wall behind him, but his eyes are wide open now. His chest is heaving, his lips are twitched into a wicked smirk – and the sight turns you on more than ever.

“You liked that, didn’t you Bee?” – you ask with a smile, giggling while pointing the knife at him – “You like knowing I can easily kill you, don’t you?”

He doesn’t.

Or maybe he does.

His body is confusing him right now.

His brain is completely empty, if not for the images running through his brain of you licking his own blood off the blade. Blood that could easily be spilled profusely if you just want it.

You frown when Spencer doesn’t answer.

You have missed the sound of his voice in prison more than you could think. You became obsessed with the need to hear him talk to you, directly to you - you’ve heard him speak to his colleagues a bunch of times, especially when you learned that he was watching you during your interrogations.

You remembered what you did inside the interrogation room at your father’s prison, how he got on his knees so quickly and brought his pretty mouth between your legs. He lets you forget everything in the blink of an eye, giving you an amount of pleasure that has always settled between your legs each time you thought about it.

Spencer Reid has driven you crazy.

“Where are your words, Bee? You know I crave to hear your voice, let me hear it.” - you whisper, cutting into the soft material of his shirt and tearing it apart - “Or are you too dumb to speak, Bee? Are you so eager to have me, to feel me all over you that you can’t even get your words out?”

Spencer moans at your implication.

He’s not stupid, he’s just overwhelmed by your presence and your touch all over him, by the cold tip of the blade cutting his shirt and bareing his body to you and your lust. Your eyes are burning with the flame of desire and your lips, constantly twitching into that wicked smile he has learned to love, are what he desires the most right now.

“Daisy…”

“Tell me, Bee. How did it feel to kill Robert?”

Spencer lifts his eyes, meeting yours.

He knows what you’re trying to do, he knows how your body is reacting and he can feel your warmth getting stronger, more intoxicating than before - and he hasn’t even answered yet. But his desire is tightening behind his belly button, already exploding through his body.

“I felt good.” - Spencer whispers, keeping his hands wide open - “Killing a man that was a useless piece of shit felt incredibly good.”

You lean forward, pressing a soft kiss on his chin. “I know, Bee. It’s incredible how it gives you such a rush that can’t be compared to anything else.”

It’s not the right moment to think about Robert and all the things he might have done to you when you were just a child, so Spencer focuses on how the blade in your hands is breaking another cut over the soft skin of his throat.

This time, with more force.

And more blood comes out, dripping down the blade and his own skin.

“Daisy... please.”

You lean against his body, tracing with the tip of your tongue the same path the blade took. Spencer hisses at the sensation, a tingling rush spreads through his lower body, and he arches his back – almost as if he’s loving what you’re doing.

He does.

“What, Bee? What do you want from me?”

Spencer has never been attracted to knives or the feeling of them dancing on his skin, but you keep pushing his limits and showing him that there’s nothing wrong in enjoying such destructive actions. There’s nothing wrong in liking the idea of you cutting his skin and licking his blood – there’s nothing wrong in bonding with you over this.

“I want to bleed for you.”

You look at him, almost dropping the knife down. “Fuck, Spencer. You surprise me every time.”

Spencer is becoming a thrill-seeker and it’s all because of you, but he wouldn’t change a thing. He can see his answer has gotten a reaction out of you, because you’re squeezing your thighs and biting your bottom lip. Your eyes haven’t let him yet and the grip of your knife is tighter than before, still caressing the smooth skin of his lower abdomen.

Spencer looks down, gently placing his hand on top of your wrist. “Let me bleed for you. Let me prove to you that I’d risk it all for you, Daisy.”

You don’t know if he’s doing all of this out of guilt, but you’re not going to dismiss the opportunity to drink in his devotion for you. This is what you were craving, this is what you were seeking when you escaped that Hell-hole he called ‘prison’.

Psychopaths don’t feel chemical love, you know it. Spencer knows it.

You don’t feel any warmth inside of you when you see Spencer. You don’t feel empathy, but you’re loyal to him. You promised to take care of him and that’s what you’re going to do for the rest of your life, because he proved himself worthy of you and your time.

Despite the hiccup of nine months ago.

Your left hand covers his mouth, silencing him through his pleas and whines. For a man who acts like a bad-ass, Spencer begs beautifully – and who are you to deny him such pleasure, if he wants it so bad? Who are you to stop you from getting what you crave?

“Is this what you want, Bee? Do you want me to hurt you?”

Spencer keeps his hands high, nodding and muttering a simple ‘yes’ against your palm. He knows you’re not going to kill him, but you’re going to hurt him just enough for him to reach that peak of pleasure he has been waiting his whole life for. A pleasure that only you can provide, because it’s a pain you will share with him.

And that’s the most special act you could give him.

“You’re my most precious possession, Spencer.”

His name rolls off your tongue as if it was made for you to say it, as if he has always belonged to you – even when he didn’t know who you were, even before he could think about finding a person to share something so intimate, so delicate such as his body, or his blood.

He never thought he’d ask somebody to bleed for them.

When the blade of your knife breaks the skin of his abdomen, Spencer releases a long moan. His eyes burn with desire as he arches his back, pressing his skin into your blade already covered in droplets of blood.

The same blood staining your skin.

“Does that feel good, Bee?”

Spencer can barely breathe as he comes back down to Earth, with his eyes settled on your face and expressing everything he can’t say out loud. His whole body feels like it’s on fire and the more you press the knife into his skin, the more sounds of pleasure come out of his lips.

“You taste so fucking good, do you know that?” – you lean forward, following your blade and collecting his blood on the tip of your tongue – “My sweet, innocent Bee. I can’t believe you’re mine all over again.”

Spencer uses his right hand to grab your knife, stealing it from your grip in a moment of weakness. When he points it at you, with that twinkle in his eyes, you stumble back with a smirk on your lips – seeing him like this, with those dark smile on his lips and heaving chest, drives you fucking crazy.

Love doesn’t mean anything for a psychopath, but devotion means everything.

Turning the knife back to his own body, Spencer drags the blade from his sternum down to his belly button. His eyes never leave yours as the blood spills out from the shallow cut. The bright red liquid drips down his skin; the sight turns you on more than it should, but you don’t care.

Spencer Reid is bleeding for you, he’s giving you what you’ve been asking him since you begged him to run away with you – and now that he’s ready to be with you, protect you, you need to thank him. You want to prove to him that you’re as thankful as he is to you for being with you.

The metallic scent immediately catches your attention, forcing you to get down on your knees for him.

“I belong to you, Daisy.” – Spencer whimpers, panting hard with the knife slipping down from his hand and falling onto the floor – “I’m bleeding for you. This is all for you.”

“How did I get so fucking lucky, hm?” – you ask, quickly unbuckling his trousers and pushing them down – “Why haven’t I found you earlier, Bee? We could’ve been together through all these years.”

Spencer doesn’t even know what you’re saying, too lost in the warmth of your fingers playing with the blood dripping down his skin and his briefs. He’s so aroused and painfully hard in your left hand, the pre-cum is smeared all over the head of his cock – and if he doesn’t feel your mouth on him quickly, he’ll pass out.

“You drive me crazy, Spencer Reid.” – you whisper his name as his eyes fall down on your face – “That’s right, look at me while I take care of you, while I prove to you how devoted I am to you.”

Wrapping your fingers around his cock, you press a kiss over the head and swirl your tongue all around it. Your eyes never leave Spencer’s honey-coloured ones, watching him carefully and smiling softly when he throws his head back. You know you’re driving him crazy, you know he’s holding back – but you don’t want him to.

You’re taking care of him, he’s allowed to touch you if he wants.

“Fuck my face, Bee. Give me everything you want.”

Those words shake Spencer from the inside, but he doesn’t reject your words. He knows you’re on your knees to make him feel good, but he can’t help and think about the fact that you have a knife by your side.

The fear and the desire are battling inside of him: if he gives in to your demand, will you hurt him? If he doesn’t give in, will you hurt him?

Spencer pushes those thoughts out of his mind and focuses on the immense pleasure your mouth brings him, rolling his hips forward so that his cock hits the back of your throat. He lets out a whine, entangling his fingers through his hair to tug on it.

You gag around his cock, struggling to keep your eyes on his face. Spencer is fucking your mouth, your face – and there’s nothing better than this, than manipulating a man into giving you exactly what you want and allowing him to take pleasure out of it.

You’re not sure if he’s going to last long, but it doesn’t matter – bringing him pleasure is a way of thanking him for what he has done.

“You feel so good, Daisy. So fucking good.” Spencer whispers

His voice is broken.

You breathe through your nose, moaning and choking around his cock each time Spencer pulls back. Thrusting in and out of your mouth at a quick pace, you can feel Spencer’s body stiffen – he’s going to come soon if you don’t stop him, but then again, you don’t want him to stop.

He needs to enjoy everything, you want to push his limits, you want to ruin him and wreck him, and offer him your body until he can’t give you anything else, and he’ll start talking.

You gasp for air, but then he fills your mouth with his cock again – and you feel alive, servicing the only man in the world that has betrayed you and regretted it. A man that is devoted to you and wants to bring nothing but happiness to you, to your miserable life.

This is what love is for you.

“C-Close...”

Spencer tightens his grip on your hair, forcing you to take his cock in your mouth. You hollow your cheeks and suck on his cock, closing your eyes and moaning softly around it – it feels so good to be used, but you can’t wait to use him as well. Spencer is so adorable, he deserves to be spoiled – and by spoiled, you mean he deserves to be sat on.

“Come for me, Bee. I want you to come down my throat.” – you whisper, pulling away and gasping for air – “Fill my mouth, I know you want to.”

Sucking his cock with your lips tightly wrapped around it, you start bobbing your head and making sure that Spencer gets closer and closer. You want to ruin him and by the sound he’s making, the whimpers coming out of his pretty lips, it’s working.

“Yes, yes! Fuck, Daisy, I...”

Spencer releases a long moan before bending forward, struggling to keep his composure as he finally lets go. His orgasm quickly explodes through his body, forcing you to choke on his come as you close your eyes – the salty taste disappears as soon as you swallow everything, moaning around his cock as you lick it clean.

He deserves to be spoiled, the little thing.

Satisfied by his orgasm, you pull away from his cock. Spencer stumbles against the wall with his back as he pants, his chest heaving through every breath. His honey-coloured eyes are closed, but his hair is a mess – and so are yours, because of his fingers. Your lips are swollen and your panties are drenched due to your own arousal, a signal of what you’re craving now.

“I’m yours, Spencer.” – you whisper, noticing his eyes widen – “I’m yours, always and forever.”

Spencer holds out his hand and you grab it, intertwining your fingers with his. You get up from the floor and gasp when Spencer pushes you against the wall, shifting the positions until you’re blocked between the hard cold wall behind you and his warm body. Then, he presses himself against you.

His blood stains your skin, his mouth covers yours in a kiss that leaves you breathless and his fingers tug your panties down your legs. You don’t want to push him away, begging for that kind of release he just reached – and you moan, you cry out his name, you whisper how desperate you are to have him and feel him inside of you.

Spencer can’t believe you’re allowing him to touch you, to invade you with his fingers. He was gentle nine months ago, but now every trace of kindness has disappeared – you want it rough, so rough is what you’ll get.

Rough, dirty, nasty, quick.

Spencer thinks they’re all synonyms.

“Are you going to make me come on your fingers, Bee? Are you going to make me beg you for more?” – you mumble on your lips, arching your back when Spencer drags his fingers up and down your folds – “Is that why you’re so desperate to touch me? Because you want to hear me beg you to touch me more?”

Spencer nods his head, using his left hand to grasp your throat. “I love hearing you beg.”

“I know you do, Bee.” – you say with a smirk, rolling your hips against his hand – “Then make me beg. Show me how good you are with your fingers and with your mouth. I know you’ve missed my taste, so let me give it to you.”

You place both your hands on Spencer’s neck, forcing him to look at you. You glance at the door behind him and before you could say something, Spencer is already dragging you inside his bedroom – and pushing you down over the bed. You giggle with your eyes closed, enjoying the soft mattress beneath you as you lay your head on the pillow.

You’ve missed having sex on a bed.

Cells and prison beds are uncomfortable.

You had to enjoy sex inside of a car and being eaten out in an interrogation room – now this will be perfect, because you’re going to take your time making love to him.

You spread your legs for him, giggling when Spencer stops in his tracks to admire your whole naked body. He has missed you too much, to the point he couldn’t even remember the outline of your body if it wasn’t melted against his – he was so used to sleeping with you, with your arms around his neck, with his lips pressed to your shoulder, with your ass grinding against his cock whenever you had the chance.

And now you’re there for him again, ready for the taking.

Ready to be used, to be owned.

The black tattoo of two daisies on your inner thighs, the delicious sight of your throbbing heat – drenched in arousal, clenching around nothing.

Spencer feels himself getting hard again at the sight.

He drops between your legs and without giving you the chance to breathe, he buries his tongue inside of you. Delving rapidly and thrusting in and out of you, you can’t help but cry out his name in pleasure – a pleasure that seems to be lasting forever.

The sweet taste of your arousal coats his tongue and he growls, closing his eyes and pushing two fingers inside of you with ease. This is about him as much as it is about you — he needs to taste you, to hear the soft sounds of your begs and pleads while he forces his tongue into your tight cunt and feels you tremble under his eager touch.

“I wish I could stay here for hours.” Spencer whispers

You let out a laugh at his words, moving your hips against his face. “I’d like to be fucked, Bee. Your tongue is perfect, but your cock is even better. We have all the time in the world for you to taste me. I promise you.”

Spencer doesn’t seem to agree with you. He wants to make you come with his mouth, he wants to feel your arousal coating the bottom part of his face, he wants to consume you and feel your body going limp because of his mouth, his tongue, everything.

His lips close around your clit and you gasp at the sensation, hands grasping at his soft curls and tugging on them painfully. Spencer moans pathetically into your pussy when you tug at the strands, feeling his cock hardening at the gesture and pressing against the mattress.

“Oh, is my Bee all worked up again? Did my moans and my cunt feel too good for you?”

You tug on his curls, laughing again at him. You can’t believe such an incredible man exists, a man that now belongs to you and will do so for the rest of his life. A life you’re going to make better, unless he’s not ready for it – but something tells you he is.

The sound of his whimpers makes your cheeks bloom with a heat that pours over your shoulders and down into your chest. You can feel the pleasure getting higher and more intense inside your body, spreading through your lower abdomen.

“Are you going to make me come, Bee? Are you going to wreck me? Because I know you can do it, I trust you to do it.”

His mouth is soft, driving you to a perfect delirium with every delicate stroke of his tongue. His fingers thrust in and out of you at a quick pace, quickening the process of your impending orgasm. He savours you, spreading your folds with his tongue before focusing on your clit. He sucks on it, moaning softly at your salty taste.

“Yes, Daisy. I want you to come all over my tongue. Please? I’ve missed it.”

His tongue presses against your entrance. His arms are wrapped around your thighs, pulling you closer to his face so he can lick deeper — consume you from the inside out. Your whole body is shuddering, moans and pleas are flowing out of your lips.

You’re out of breath as your mind is hazy, completely dominated by his actions. You’re allowing him to take control of you, but once you’re going to come back, he’s the one who’s going to beg for more.

“Yes, yes! Give it to me, please. Fuck me with your fingers, Bee.”

His nose nudges your clit and you grind against his face, dragging your pussy against his lips. Spencer quickly inserts a third finger, watching you clench hard around all three of them. Your thighs quiver around his face and you cry out again, arching your back as your orgasm approaches quickly, rapidly, maybe too much for your taste.

Spencer begins to eat you out with a delirious eagerness, alternating between flicking his tongue over the swollen bundle of nerves and dragging the flat of his tongue over your folds. His grip on your thighs is firm, keeping you in place so he can fasten his lips to your cunt and suck your clit.

“Come for me, Daisy.” – Spencer urges, pulling his fingers in and out of your body – “I can feel how close you are, so come for me. Please.”

Spencer curls his fingers inside of you, pressing into that soft spot behind your pubic bone. You tense, clenching around his thick fingers as he sucks your clit between his teeth.

There's a burst of heat spreading through your body and you fall off the edge with a sob, feeling yourself clenching and spasming around his fingers and his tongue as white hot pleasure burns your blood.

Spencer tastes every ounce of your sweet release, pushing your thighs wide open for him once he has pulled out his fingers from your heat.

“Fuck me.”

It’s an order, Spencer knows it and he’s glad you’ve said something. He was waiting for that, for a sign from you that could allow him to use you, to own you, to prove to you that he is eager to please you and give you exactly what you want.

Spencer removes his fingers from your body and brings them up to his mouth, sucking them clean before pushing them inside of your mouth. Your eyes are wide open when you feel his hand covering your mouth and forcing you to suck on his fingers – but you comply without hesitation, rolling your hips against him.

His cock is pressed to your heat and you moan again, smirking when Spencer uses his free hand to push the head of his cock inside of you. He doesn’t wait for you to adjust around it, but it doesn’t matter – he begged you to make him bleed earlier, now it’s your turn.

You want to bleed for him, you want him to hurt you.

You can prove your loyalty this way, the only way you know.

“God, you feel better than I remembered.” you whisper

Spencer leans forward, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. He bites your skin, tasting your blood on his tongue as he pounds into you. You scratch his back, blood seeping under your nails as a river of moans comes out of your mouth.

“Look at me, Bee.”

Your voice is broken by the pleasure exploding through your body.

Spencer looks at you, pressing his forehead against yours. His honey-coloured eyes stare into yours as his body makes his way inside of yours, owning you and marking you deeply while you scratch him again. You know those marks won’t fade that quickly, but you’re willing to give him more of them – until he’s permanently yours, body and soul.

His body already belongs to you and his soul... it’s almost there.

Unable to say anything else, you look at him as he takes you. Over and over, Spencer makes you his – like you’ve always wanted him to. His lips are twitched into a smile, kissing yours to prove you how much he wants you, how desperate he’s to have you.

“What’s my name, Bee?”

“Daisy.”

You raise your right hand, slapping him across his face. His movements don’t stop as he fucks into you even harder, driven by the pleasure of the pain you’re giving him.

“What’s my name?” you ask him again

Spencer stares into your eyes, moaning softly when you roll your hips to meet his. You’re challenging him to call you with your new name, with a name that means what he has done to you – even though he regrets it.

He doesn’t want to call you like that. Spencer still sees you like the innocent flower you have tattooed on your inner thighs, a flower that shows the pure soul you have.

“Answer me, you fucking whore.” – you whisper, venom seeping from each word you say – “I want to hear you say it.”

Your nails are digging into the soft skin of his chin, drawing a few drops of blood that stain your skin. You’re not going to stop until he calls you the way you want. He needs to understand what he has done, even though he regrets it – you want him to be aware of his actions, of how much they hurt you and how you’re going to move forward from them.

Offering him your body is a step in the right direction, but Spencer has to take one too.

Or this will all be for nothing.

“D-Daisy. You’re my Daisy.”

“Wrong answer.” – you slap him in the face again, tightening your grip on his chin – “And keep fucking me hard and fast, I don’t have time for niceties. I want you to own me, not make love to me.”

The levels of bliss Spencer was experiencing before increases as your words come out of your lips, because they turn him on more than they should. Your tone, the way you’re looking at him, how your body is reacting to his thrusts – all of these things are screaming at him. You want more, more, more.

“Daisy.”

You place both your hands on his neck, pushing him away from you.

Spencer whines, rolling on his back when you immediately get on top of him. You don’t want to waste your time with him if he doesn’t give you what you want, but at the same time every second you get to spend with him is more than you’ve always wanted.

Straddling his thighs again, you sink down on his cock again – inch by inch, you allow his body to own yours.

“I’m going to give you one more chance, Spencer.” – you warn him, wrapping both your hands around his throat – “If you give me another wrong answer, I won’t hesitate..”

Spencer doesn’t need you to say out loud what you’ll do to him.

The fear in his body takes over as he feels your fingers dig into the soft flesh of his throat, cutting off the air flowing through his body. His eyes widen as you roll your hips, smirking when you see his cheeks heating up.

“What’s my name, Bee? Who am I?”

Each time you bounce on his cock, Spencer can feel himself getting closer to the edge. He grasps you by your hips, digging his fingers into your sides as his eyes roll in the back of your head.

How can you expect him to speak if he’s out of his mind right now?

Bottoming out inside of you, Spencer parts his lips. “Dahlia...”

He hates the way your name sounds perfect on the tip of his tongue, but he just can’t see you like a dark flower. You’re not a Dahlia, you’re a sweet Daisy who needs to be picked up with delicate hands and gentle touches.

However, you disagree.

But hearing him say your name, with such a desperate voice, it’s more than enough.

You tighten your grip on his throat, smiling wickedly when Spencer gasps for air, and you keep riding him. You grind down his cock, feeling it brush your clit each time you roll your hips – and the feeling is incredible.

“You fill me up so fucking good, Bee. It’s like I was made for your cock.”

Spencer listens to your words, but he’s too far gone to process them and understand them. All he craves right now, all he wants is to come inside of you – giving you exactly what you need from him.

“Your body belongs to me.” Spencer whispers

You hear Spencer whisper those words and they have the effect he was hoping they would. Your whole body goes numb after hearing him say that you belong to him, words that should’ve never left a man’s lips when it comes to you – but when it comes to Spencer...

He can say whatever he wants, because you want him.

He owns you just like you own him.

“You want to make me yours forever, so do it.” – Spencer says, struggling to keep his voice steady as your hand presses down on his throat – “Own me.”

“I already do, Bee.”

Soon enough, the tension in your stomach gets too much. You feel yourself walking over the edge of desire, so you just let it go – you let yourself own that pleasure, bathe in it as the orgasm takes control over you.

“Fuck, yes! Yes, Spencer, fuck me harder.”

Spencer starts bucking his hips against yours, driving into you with a quick pace that doesn’t allow you to breathe correctly. The blinding pleasure is forcing you to keep your mouth shut, only able to muffle a few ‘yes’ and curses that Spencer silences with his own mouth.

He kisses you hard and with passion, possessing you until you don’t know where you start and where he ends.

His blood is mixing with your sweat.

Spencer clenches his jaws and tightens his grip on your hips, watching you bounce up and down his cock with slow movements – you can barely keep your eyes open, too lost in your own pleasure to realise he’s almost there too.

And when he lets go of that pleasure, you can’t help but cry out his name.

Spencer buries himself to the hilt inside of you, growling with his face nuzzled between your breasts and his hands pushing you down onto his hips. He wants to fill you up, he wants to make sure you’re locked on top of him and you’re not planning on slipping away.

“We belong to each other, Dahlia.” – Spencer whispers through heaving breath, closing his eyes and kissing your chest – “You’re all mine.”

You pull away your hands from his throat, wrapping your arms around his neck. You keep grinding your hips against his, moaning softly when he starts to come down from his high - a high that leaves you speechless, breathless.

A high that meant everything to you.

The pleasure is still overwhelming, holding you tight and choking you to the point you don’t even remember your own name – you don’t care he called you by your new name, you don’t care he has said that you belong to him.

You do, you just don’t like to admit it out loud – but it’s something you know.

Deep down, every inch of you belongs to him.

Every piece of your soul is his.

Spencer wraps his arms around your waist, pulling him closer to your body as you close your eyes and hide your face in the crook of his neck. The metallic scent of blood is lingering in the air, but it’s a smell you’ve learned to love – how couldn’t you?

It’s the smell of life. Of something that you can take away from others in the blink of an eye.

It’s Spencer’s blood, the blood of a person you think you love.

Love.

What a stupid emotion.

Love is a useful tool to use against others, because it makes people do stupid things for you. Spencer killed a man for you, Richard left his own wife to work for you, your father tried to kill your mother out of love for you.

Manipulation only works for so long, love doesn’t.

Love can last for a lifetime and Spencer is willing to spend that lifetime with you, loving you, cherishing you, giving you all the things nobody has ever given you – which is why what you feel for him is getting stronger.

Or at least, whatever you think that feeling is.

Definitely not love, not in the traditional sense.

You don’t know how love feels, you don’t know if you’ve ever felt it – but you’re sure that whatever you’re feeling for Spencer, it’s new. It’s warm, it’s kind, it’s sweet, it’s dangerous because you know it’ll kill you in the end.

Is it worth it?

The emotion is not, but Spencer is.

Spencer slides his hands up your back, slowly lifting his face. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’m here now, Bee.” – you whisper, looking down at him – “I’m not going anywhere.”

Untangling yourself from his grip with a frown on your face, you roll off his body and onto your back while Spencer runs his hand over his chest. You push a pillow under your head as you close your eyes, catching your breath after your previous activities with Spencer.

You couldn’t cuddle with him after riding him in his car, so you’re going to make up for the time you’ve lost nine months ago.

You turn to look at him. He’s inspecting his fingers, still stained with dried blood.

“You should take a shower.”

Spencer hums, bringing his fingertips up to his lips. “Later.”

Humming at the sight, you place your hand on his chest and he covers it with yours. You knew coming back for him was going to be difficult, but right now, completely naked by your side, everything feels right.

Things are as they’re supposed to be.

“We need to talk about Robert.”

You raise your brows. “What do you want to know, exactly?”

Spencer gently holds your hand, placing a kiss on the back of it. “I know why you wanted me to kill him, but why did you want him to die?”

You immediately pull away from him.

The question is too personal and you’re not sure if you can handle such a difficult topic right now. No one has been interested in your personal life for years, so Spencer must be playing a game you’re not willing to be part of.

Why would he care?

You know that Spencer is not going to back down until he gets an answer, but you really don’t feel like talking right now. Your brain is still too hazy, your body is still lost in the blissful moments you’ve shared with Spencer and talking about what your Uncle did to you is going to ruin the whole comforting atmosphere.

“I killed him for you, Daisy. I deserve an answer.”

“You don’t deserve anything I’m not willing to give you.” – you answer him, moving away from him and jumping off the bed – “No more questions.”

You pick up your clothes from the floor, barely looking at Spencer.

Who does he think he is? Why would he ask you that? Have you not been careful enough to not drown him in your past?

Why would you even tell him what happened to you? It’s not going to change anything, it’s not going to make everything magically disappear – and it won’t take those sleepless nights away from you.

“And stop calling me Daisy.”

“But it’s your name.”

You turn to look at him, gritting your teeth. “My name is Dahlia.”

Spencer shakes his head, sitting on the edge of his bed. “No, it’s not. You’re not a Dahlia, you’re my innocent Daisy.”

You let out a bitter laugh, crossing your arms to your chest.”I am not innocent. I made you kill a man for me. How does that make me an innocent, delicate flower?”

“You just wanted me to protect you, to take that man away from you before he could hurt you again.” – Spencer says, patting the mattress – “Come here. Please?”

You don’t move.

You’re not willing to share that part of your life with him.

If you do, he’s going to use it to his own advantage – just like every man has done to you. Spencer Reid might be the one you were waiting for, but he’s still a man and he’s not going to be any different from all the others. They’re all out there to get you, to hurt you – and Spencer proved you right when he arrested you, after using you. After fooling you with those honey-coloured eyes.

“We had to read your file while we were investigating.”

Your heart drops down in your chest.

Those files were supposed to remain sealed.

“You had no right..”

“Yes, we had.” – Spencer interrupts you, noticing how hard you’re holding back the tears – “What happened to you was unfair, but talking about it could help you process everything better. I’m here to listen to you, if you’re willing to have me.”

You sniffle, feeling a warm tear escaping your eye.

You promised yourself you wouldn’t cry if Robert hadn’t been brought up, but here you are.

Showing vulnerability to a man that has ratted you out before, a man you’re willing to risk your life for. A man that seems so different from all the others, but deep down is probably like all of them.

“I’m here to protect you.”

“I don’t need protection.”

“Then why did you want me to kill him? Why didn’t you do it by yourself?” – Spencer asks, knowing he’s probably pushing your buttons – “You’re a smart woman, you could’ve gotten your hands on him before he could even realise you’re in front of him.”

You take a step back, tightening your grip on the skimpy skirt you were wearing before. His questions are making you nervous and he can sense that, but he’s right: just like you killed your father, you were able to get to Robert in no time, but you were scared to do it.

You didn’t want to get too close to him, terrified that you wouldn’t be able to actually kill him.

That man hurt you, traumatised you, turned into a scared little kid and then into a woman who seeks revenge against people like him – men who think they own women, they deserve to kill women and are the only ones who are able to hurt women. But they’re not, because you hurt men – and they beg you to stop, to spare their lives but you don’t.

“You almost killed your father. Were you scared you might have not been able to kill Robert properly?

“Almost? I killed him, Spencer.” – you hiss, watching his face change – “You saw what I did to him.”

Spencer opens his mouth, lowering his eyes. “My team said he survived.”

You cover your mouth with a hand, giggling. “Survived? Please, that man deserved what he got. He died atrociously and in pain, in front of our very eyes.”

He’s silent.

“Then again, you were too busy burying your face between my legs to notice.” – you say, every word filled with venom – “And too stupid to believe your team.”

A rush of anger runs through his bloodstream at your words and your implication. Why would his team lie to him? Emily confirmed that you didn’t kill your dad, all the files he has read are saying the same exact thing as his friends. Did they forge everything?

“Why would they lie to me?”

“Because they want to protect you. They know what happened between us and they don’t want to rat you out, like you did to me.” – you whisper, leaning forward to reach his lips – “They hate me, they want to kill me, but you’re not going to let them do that.”

Spencer shakes his head, grabbing your face with both hands. “I don’t care what they think of us. I’m not going to let them get to you.”

Giggling again, you press a kiss on his lips as you drop your clothes on the floor again. Spencer leans back on the bed, watching you straddle him again. You’ve distracted him, but this is not enough; he needs something more, and that something is your body.

“I know, Bee, which is why I’m here. To be protected, to be cherished.” – you whisper, brushing the tip of your fingers on his chin – “To be yours. Forever.”

Spencer kisses you and drags you on the bed again, losing himself inside of you.

Once again, you’re willing to use your body to forget everything and everyone around you. All you care about is the pleasure that Spencer seems to be able to give you, despite everything you’ve been through and all you’ve done in prison.

It’s a shame he hasn’t asked you how you managed to escape a maximum security prison, but maybe it’s because he knows he won't be able to handle the answer. He probably doesn’t want to picture everything you’ve done with those guards, how you allowed them to touch your body and use you however they pleased.

You felt awful while doing it, but that’s what you’ve always been taught.

Women are weak, their only strength is their bodies.

You took that lesson to your heart, using it each time you had to obtain something. Just like right now, you’re allowing Spencer to slip in and out of you, kissing down your chest, marking you and owning you over and over – until he has nothing to give or take from you.

You can’t be bothered to moan, too focused on watching him crumble down for you.

His eyes roll in the back of your head as he fills you up again with his seed, flooding your insides with the promise of a life with him and his devotion to you. Who are you to take this away from him, when you’ve desperately seeking this kind of help?

If Spencer is willing to offer you himself, you’re not going to reject him.

Once he’s done with you, Spencer yanks your hair with the tip of his fingers. You arch your back at his will and moan his name, closing your eyes as that familiar soothing feeling takes control over your shuddering body.

“He threatened to rape you when you were younger. He forced you to watch while he was raping other women, reminding that he could’ve done that to you once you grew up.”

You open your eyes, your heart pounding in your chest. “No...”

“You were crying for help to every person around you, but they never listened. You were left all alone, drowning in your own fear.”

You shake your head, placing a hand over his mouth to keep him quiet, but Spencer turns to the side. He has to get something out of you, he has to prove to you that he’s not going to get away from you unless you give him a reason to.

Your past is not the reason.

“Your father sold you to Robert because he wanted his brother to do everything your father couldn’t do to you.”

“Shut up. You have no right...”

You stop talking when Spencer blocks both of your hands, rolling on top of your body and forcing you down onto the bed. You can’t move and the tears are already spilling from your eyes, while the rage inside of you is building rapidly.

He should be scared of you, but he seems so calm, so relaxed.

“You were terrified of getting to Robert because you knew he would’ve kept his promise.”

You kick Spencer with your legs, wiggling out of his grip, but ending up pushed again. “Stop!”

“Or maybe he got to you already. Is that so? Did he touch you before I could do it? Before I could save you from him?”

You don’t even look at Spencer, feeling the tears streaming down your face. You don’t want to think about that, you don’t want to waste your time talking or even thinking about the man who hurt you worse than anyone else in this world.

You can barely breathe as Spencer holds you tightly against his body, keeping your hands away from you and blocking your legs from kicking him again. He knows he’s manipulating you into talking, but if kind words can’t do the trick, he’s forced to use violence – just like you did by allowing him to fuck you again.

Spencer is not stupid, he knew you weren’t going for a second round so soon.

“You don’t have to pretend to be okay with me. I’m here to help you, Dahlia, but you have to tell me what really went down.” – Spencer whispers, using a sweeter tone – “You didn’t deserve your childhood. I couldn’t save you before, but I can save you now.”

When Spencer leans forward to give you another kiss, you use that moment of weakness to shove him off your body – but not before slapping him hard, across his face. Red marks are already forming on his skin, along with a purple bruise over his chin – where your ring was.

You shake your head, getting off the bed.

Spencer touches his bruised cheek.

“Don’t you ever talk about Robert ever again.” – you spit out, breathing in through your nose as you try to calm yourself down – “I will kill you.”

And with those words, you’re out of his sight.

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strawbeerossi · 7 months

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Pairing: Fem!Reader x Ghostface!Spencer Reid x Ghostface!Elle Greenaway

Description: It’s Halloween night and the streets of Washington DC are a ghost town because of the new curfew put into place after the sudden uprise in murders. Unbeknownst to you, the two people who are on a spree are planning on trick-or-treating tonight. Their treat? You

Content/Warnings: Noncon/dubcon (not sure which one applies cause I’m new to this tbh), knife play, blood, spitting, ffm threesome, crying, fuck-or-die scenario (if you squint), penetration with foreign object, oral (f + m receiving), face sitting, face fucking, unprotected sex (have you ever noticed how I never write protected sex?), breeding kink, creampie

Word Count: 3.6K

Kinktober Day Fourteen: Knife Kink

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The streets of Washington DC were empty, an eerie fog picking up within the night. Halloween night was usually far different, the many parties going on for adults or the children trick-or-treating and lighting up the dimly lit neighborhoods scattered across the city. This year, fear suffocated the city, a masked killer haunting the area while brutally murdering people and showing absolutely no remorse.

The BAU was working days on end, every lead being buried so deep that not even the brilliant mind of Penelope Garcia could dig them up. Every phone call made could never be traced, no voice recognition because of the device concealing the true voice of the culprit and changing the tone. The hopes weren’t high, the best bet was waiting for this person to get sloppy. It was just a shame because this man knew exactly what he was doing.

None of you had even begun to think of the possibility of it being a team, the kills all perfectly aligned to the point that it had to be a coordinated unsub who’d planned this. The team has been sent home for the night, knowing that you all needed sleep over anything else. It was easier said than done, especially whenever you couldn’t manage to lay down without hearing some bump that had you shooting right back up. Even in an apartment where numerous sounds were normal, you were on the highest of alert.

You had just finished a brief phone call with Spencer, entrusting your closest friend and coworker in your struggles to sleep. He’d commented that he understood and was going through the same issues, telling you numerous things to try and relax yourself enough to sleep. You told him you’d call him later, opting to take a shower before bed in hopes it would relax your tensed muscles.

Little did you know, you gave him just what he wanted.

Your hands were moving to slowly turn the water of the shower head off, a sigh leaving your lips as you felt comfortable. That was what you needed. As your hand dipped out of the shower curtain, you were retrieving the towel hanging on the hanger beside you. Before you could attempt to dry yourself, you were groaning whenever the power had been flipped off. It was storming outside, so you assumed it had to do with the weather. As peaceful as the sounds of rain were, you hated some of the after effects due to the downpour. After using the towel to wrap around yourself, you pulled back the shower curtain.

You had a bad feeling. You weren’t sure exactly why but there was just an uneasy feeling filling your stomach. Maybe it was because of the dark? Your hand was grabbing your phone from the counter, turning on the device’s flashlight before you were approaching your bedroom door. For once in the night, there was silence. Maybe your noisy neighbors finally went down for the night.

The spooky ambience really added on to the Halloween feel, however you weren’t too fond of it tonight. Even in the safety of your apartment, you felt like someone was watching you. Using the handy flashlight feature and safely navigating back to your bedroom, you were contemplating for a few moments before closing your bedroom door, locking it for another sense of security.

Taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm yourself, you were trying to convince yourself that you were nervous for no reason. Nobody could get in. You locked the front door and now your bedroom door, you were safe.

“It’s probably a good thing you locked the door. Could you imagine who can come in at any time?” A disguised voice sounded from the other side of the room, making your heart fall to your stomach. “For an FBI profiler, you aren’t very observant.” You didn’t dare turn around, body paralyzed in fear. “You’re gonna kill me, aren’t you?” You asked, voice as steady as you could get it when there was a laugh behind you. “No. I’m not gonna kill you. Not if you listen to everything you’re told.” Your eyes were squeezed tightly shut from fear.

“Now,” The feeling of the gloved hand against your back made you flinch, however it was like the delicate touch was attempting to soothe you. “Turn around and look at me, hmm? Let me see that pretty face.” You had the mind to deny it, to say no and try and attempt to run, even if you wouldn’t get far. However, you wanted to stay alive, so your body was slowly turning around. “There she is.” The masked figure sighed in content, right hand gripping a blade as the opposite was coming up to pull the mask off.

Your eyes widened, the tears still pouring from the corners and soaking your face. Elle Greenaway was standing in front of you, looking at you with an undeniable hunger in her eye.

You hadn’t seen her in years, not after she lost her job and she was forced out. “Is this a joke?” You asked first and foremost. Surely it was an unfunny practical joke that your ex coworker was putting on. However she made it painfully clear that it wasn’t when the blade in her hand was brought to your neck. “Wait!” You rushed, still frozen from fear while you could hear shuffling from another area of your apartment. This was beyond your bedroom door. “He takes forever. Fuck. He almost missed the fun!” Elle commented, now using her knife to nick your flesh while watching the slow stream of blood trickle down your skin, smiling with satisfaction before leaning forward. You didn’t know what to expect but when you felt her tongue lap over the crimson fluid from your skin, you could feel your cheeks flushing.

Were you really turned on right now?

You didn’t have much time to question it as the woman took the opportunity of you being lost in your own thoughts to move you and unlock your bedroom door. “About time,” She scoffed, making the masked figure stop as he realized she had taken her mask off. “What the hell?” He asked immediately, not having time to stop Elle from yanking the mask off of his head as well.

You could’ve expected anyone else in the world but when you saw Spencer’s wide eyes from beyond the mask, you could feel your blood run cold. You’d told Spencer all of your plans for tonight just for him to make plans to break into your apartment? You could only assume he was going to kill you and the amount of betrayal that consumed you was enough to throw you into the pits of hell without needing to be murdered first. “Look at her! We can’t hurt her. Besides, she’s already so graciously agreed to celebrate the holiday with us tonight. I feel like we deserve a trick-or-treat break.” She began while smirking as the dots were soon being connected by Spencer as he nodded slowly. “Are we sure this is a good idea? Keeping her alive keeps a giant target on our backs since you got the bright idea to show our faces.” He grumbled. “I’ve been to prison once before and I promise you that I would rather die than end up in there again.” He said in a simple tone, making his partner wave him off. “I don’t think we will have a problem with her. Besides, the goal was to catch her in the shower but someone showed up too late.”

You were silent as you’d realized your vulnerable state, wrapped up in only a towel that you’d managed to squeeze tighter around your body. This was insane. “You two are fucking nuts.” As quickly as you found your voice, you were losing it again the moment you had the blade pressed against your throat again. “Watch your fucking mouth.” Elle spat while her intense gaze had you squeezing your thighs together. Being with two profilers, albeit one former, it wasn’t hard for them to notice the way your pupils were blown out, face flushed, the way your grip on the towel was turning your knuckles white.

“Are you really turned on right now?” Spencer asked, a thick tension clouding the room as he was moving closer to you, eyes trailing to the knife in Elle’s hand while he was pulling his out soon after. Holding it up in front of your face, he raised an eyebrow. “You like the idea of getting fucked by people trying to kill you?” He was amused, making you blush from embarrassment. “She’s a whore. You should’ve seen her reaction when I licked her neck earlier.” Elle added soon after, both of their intense gazes making you want to fall to your knees.

As the woman in front of you dragged the tip of the knife from your neck to your shoulder, she sighed in content. “Try it. It’s fun. I think she gets off on the idea of you cutting her, marking her like she’s only ours.” She hummed, watching as Spencer nodded, although his blade was rested under your chin, using a light push to tilt your head up to face him. “You like my knife? Even though I could kill you with it?” He asked, his honey colored eyes hidden behind the cloud of lust overshadowing the beautiful irises. As he let the blade trail from your chin to your neck, his eyes were fixated on your face, watching as you let your eyes flutter shut.

“What kind of slut likes this shit? You really are a whore.” He spat. This wasn’t a side of Spencer that you ever thought you’d see, however you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like it. He applied more pressure, the blade breaking the skin as he ran it down your neck to your shoulder. It wasn’t deep enough to scar, however the sight of your blood covering your skin had his cock stirring in his pants. Like Elle, Spencer had leaned forward to lap up the metallic fluid. He did something a little different though. “Open your mouth.” He grumbled, the mix of your blood and his spit sitting on his tongue. You obliged, mouth open as you had stuck your tongue out as well, which earned a chuckle from the woman watching the scene.

Spencer spit the mixture into your mouth, his free hand forcing your mouth closed while giving you no choice but to swallow it. The act had your cunt clenching around nothing, arousal building in your stomach. “She listens well. We might have to keep her alive after all.” The woman mused while the man in front of you was putting the handle weapon in his mouth, quickly ripping the towel off of your exposed body while grinning around the black handle. Taking it from his mouth, the knife was soon back in Spencer’s hand and running down the valley of your breasts, your breathing picking up from the adrenaline.

He really could gut you like a fish right now but here he is, dragging the knife over your flushed flesh while smirking. Your pussy was glistening from how wet you’d been from this whole encounter.

The knife was dragging down your stomach, then dropping to your thighs as he traced it over your inner thigh. Your mouth was agape, chest rising and falling rapidly. “Let’s see how good that cunt is, hmm?” Elle finally commented, getting bored of only watching as she was flipping her knife around, hand moving to hold the blade while she was dropping to her knees in front of you. “She’s soaking wet, Spencer. Look at this.” The woman taunted, the male dropping to his knees as well while leaving you blushing.

You were anticipating what move they would make next. What you weren’t expecting was for the blunt handle of the knife to tap against your swollen clit, making your eyes widen. “It’s not that big.” Elle commented, laughing as her free hand was moving to spread your labia apart, looking at your desperate hole attempting to clench around nothing as she sighed in content.

“Let’s give that greedy pussy what she wants.” She’d commented, pushing the end of the knife into your cunt, a grin on your face as your desperate hole was eagerly sucking the weapon in. As her hand was moving slowly to fuck you with the knife, you were left to be a whining mess. This was fucked. You should’ve been terrified, ready to fight back even though you knew you’d die. Instead, you were getting pounded with the handle of a knife while being reduced to a moaning and whining mess. The unholy sounds of your pussy squelching around the knife was enough to make things progress quite quickly.

Cruelly, Elle was taking stopping her actions and ultimately tossing the knife on the floor, a huff of displeasure leaving your lips from the emptiness. “Don’t you huff at me. You know, you don’t deserve this.” She spat, her head moving closer to your core as her tongue swiped over your clit with a soft hum, grinning once you’d gripped her hair. “That’s right. Gonna fuck this desperate cunt with my tongue, bet you want that so bad.” Her words were low, her hands resting against your thighs as her tongue was sliding along your slit, collecting every ounce of your essence that you were happy to let her drink up and savor.

“Oh fuck,” You panted, feeling the woman waste no time as her tongue was pistoning your slick hole with no remorse, as if you were the piece of candy she’d gotten for wearing such a clever costume tonight. Spencer had already discarded his robe by that point, palming his hard cock in his pants as he watched the scene go down in front of him.

Her tongue was massaging your inner walls, your moans in sync as she was slurping and sucking at your desperate cunt. She knew exactly what she was doing, her attention moving to your clit while she was sliding two fingers into your cunt without warning. It was enough to make you grip her hair and attempt to shove her face deeper. With her middle and ring fingers, she was scissoring your cunt as she curled them deep inside of you, your walls spasming around her fingers as you could feel your arousal building. The first orgasm you had was powerful, the way you gripped tightly onto Elle while desperately rocking your hips and whimpering softly.

Spencer was humming as he glanced at the woman beside him, her mouth wet with your cum and arousal as she was pulling back after licking up your mess from your cunt and thighs. “Alright. I feel like it’s my turn. That’s fair, right?” He questioned, although he wasn’t delving into your cunt, no, he was pushing himself to stand. “On your knees.” He murmured, hands working on his belt before undoing it, eventually pushing his pants down his legs as he kicked them off. You were mesmerized, seeing the outline of his cock that was being constricted in his boxers.

He hadn’t forgotten about your love of his knife though, kneeling down briefly to retrieve it while slowly running it down your cheek. “You don’t deserve to get fucked by me yet.” He murmured, eyebrows raised as you were seemingly not even listening to him, your hands moving to the waistband of his boxers to tug them down. Watching his cock slap against his stomach had an involuntary moan falling from your lips. “Yeah, figured you’d be a cockslut. Go on then.” He murmured, hand gripping your hair as he was leading you to his cock that was standing at attention. As soon as the tip was pushed past your lips, Spencer gave you a few seconds to get a rhythm going as you were sucking at his dick. However, he was frustrated at just how slow paced you were. That was when he took matters into his own hands, keeping his tight grip on your hair as he was roughly thrusting into your mouth.

The sudden intrusion had you gagging, tears brimming your eyes while you were staring up at Spencer through your eyelashes. “Fuck. That’s right. You look so fucking sexy with my cock in your mouth. Take it like a champ.” He grunted, hips snapping as you were reduced to gagging, moaning, and whining while attempting to bob your head in time with his thrusts. It didn’t work out that way. Spencer craved control, that was why he even worked with Elle in the first place. He’d spent years being the shy guy who had no idea what to do or wanted to hold back. Now however, he had no remorse as he had you crying from him fucking your throat raw. Much to your dismay, you were being roughly yanked off of his cock by your hair.

“There’s no way in hell that I’m wasting my cum in your mouth. You’re gonna have to take it in that desperate little pussy of yours. Bet you’d like the idea of me filling you up, marking you as mine. You know.. I bet you’d like me to fuck my load deep inside of you, get you pregnant? Then what would you do? You’d be stuck with me.” He smirked. He did like the idea of that. The idea of you being quiet and keeping him and Elle safe due to the fact you were filled with his child? It was enough to make his cock twitch.

“Get up. Get on the bed.” He ordered. He could order you around but he knew Elle wouldn’t follow his instructions. “Why don’t you sit on her face? Keep her whore mouth shut so the neighbors don’t think she’s getting murdered in here.” He suggested, the woman not needing to be told twice as she was shedding off her robe along with her pants and panties, not wasting any time to roughly shove your body back into your bed. “Gonna suffocate you with my pussy. I bet you would like that, wouldn’t you? To go out desperately licking and sucking on my cunt?” Elle and Spencer were both filthy talkers. That was for damn sure.

With your body falling against the plush mattress, you barely had time to react before the other woman was setting herself over your face. “I can’t wait to make a mess out of that pretty face.” She mused, waiting for Spencer to get situated before the two shared a glance while the male was getting between your legs, his hand coming down to give your pussy a smack while eliciting a squeak out of you. The sting hurt a little too good, the male taking note as he gave two more smacks before his hand was gripping his cock. He gave himself a few lazy tugs before getting situated, his cock slowly pushing into you. As much as he would’ve loved to split you open, he wasn’t planning on killing you nor seriously hurting you. His generosity was appreciated, even if that generosity didn’t last all too long.

The minute you had Elle’s soaked cunt hovering over your face, your hands were gripping her thighs as your tongue was flicking over her clit, relishing in the hint of her sweet essence. It wasn’t too long for her to take control though, all her weight being put onto your face as she was rolling her hips against your mouth, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as Spencer had pulled out and roughly slammed into your pussy again.

Both of the people you feared so much earlier were using you like a fuck toy, Spencer pounding deep into your cunt while Elle was riding your tongue as you attempted to tongue fuck her, however the moans being muffled into her warmth from the assault on your pussy made it just a little difficult to focus. “Fuck. I think we may have to keep her locked up. Use this little whore for whatever we need her for. Especially after these stressful fucking days.” Spencer panted out.

Your body was nothing more than a toy, begging to be used and abused by the two psychopaths who seemingly pulled you into their spell.

Your second and final orgasm of the night was building with each rough thrust that Spencer granted you with, your face a mess from the sounds of you licking and sucking at Elle’s desperate pussy, the other woman moaning and demanding more out of you, as if that were possible. “Fuck. Wanna be filled with my cum, slut? I promise that you’re gonna be mine. Gonna mark you the only way I know how.” The feeling of your pussy clenching tightly around his cock was all he needed, ropes or his cum painting your inner walls, you were pretty sure he painted your womb just as much. Pulling his softening cock out of you, he was inspecting the damage. Your pretty cunt was glistening, cum just begging to come out as it ran down your inner thighs and onto your bedsheets.

As your tongue was lapping and desperately sucking at the woman’s clit, it wasn’t long until you could feel her creamy arousal paint your mouth area, even rubbing down to your neck as she was pushing her body off of you to fall back against the mattress. You were beyond fucked out, eyes closing as your chest rose and fell at an unsteady pace as you made an effort to catch your breath. “You know..” Elle began while glancing at Spencer, who’d already been pulling his clothes back on.

“I feel like you’re onto something with us taking her.” She commented, the two looking down at you as if they were predators and you were their helpless prey.

“Oh. She’s definitely coming with us.”

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pinkglittergelpenink · 22 days

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the team whenever Spencer talks:

#that one episode when blake basically asked if he was autistic #and one from the first season when the unsub says ‘‘the autistic leanings of dr spencer reid’’#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds

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starch1ldz · 1 month

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Morgan: You're a psychopath

Unsub!Y/n, picking at his nails: I prefer creative actually

Spencer: Technically he's a sociopath, which is different.

#starchildz incorrect quotes #this is literally my unsub fic btw #inncorrect quotes #incorrect criminal minds quotes #incorrect quotes #spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid criminal minds #dr spencer reid #im mentally unwell #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds x you #derek morgan

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spencerslover-blog · 1 month

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Good thing my daddy made me get a boating license when I was fifteen and I've cleaned enough houses to know how to cover up a scene. They think I did it but they just can't prove it. No body, no crime.

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marksbear · 1 year

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Spencer (or Hotch) x male reader where the reader is suspected for the murder of several women, and when the BAU show up to his house he's wearing shorts and a shirt that says "I ❤️ Submissive Men" ?? — ⚰️

I hope you enjoy it! This was pretty funny to write. and plus I do ❤ submissive men.

SPENCER REID X SUSPECT MALE READER

Y/n was brushing his teeth getting ready to start his day when he heard multiple fast footsteps and sounded like muffled shouting.

"What the hell?" Y/n says before quickly hurrying up and walks out the bathroom hella confused.

"1 2 3!" A voice shouts from outside.

Out of nowhere Y/n's front door gets kicked open multiple FBI/cops point their guns at Y/n shouting at him to put his hands in the air and get on the ground. "Hey! What the hell is going on -" Before Y/n could finish his questions he's tackled from behind onto the ground.

The agent on top of him roughly pins him to the ground hand cuffing him. Some agents begin to tell Y/n his rights as he gets picked up and shoved around until he's outside.

From the distance Y/n looks at his boyfriend team some giving him eyes of disappointment and others giving him "It's okay" look.

Theres a riot of men and women with signs shouting at Y/n throwing things at him. Some even shouted "give him a death penalty" The cops couldn't make it to the cars causing some reporters and news cameramen try to interview Y/n. "Y/n L/n! Is it true that you killed those women!?!" "Why did you kill those women?! And is it true because you did it for fun?" "Y/n! Y/n! Is it true-" Before the woman could ask Y/n any more questions Y/n finally broke. "Can you just shut up! And get out of my way!" After Y/n shouted that the crowd became silent.

"Oh my god." Y/n thinks to himself after realizing what he said. And of course he had to say that to a woman reporter. The cops push past the crowd finally shoving Y/n into the car.

Y/n looks outside the window watching people trying to open the door and people hitting on the glass.

TIMESKIP

Y/n was sitting in the interrogation room tapping his foot impatiently waiting. Y/n already all the tricks. Making the room cold, trying to give him water, using reverse physiology.

"You sure you don't want this water?" A cop asks trying to hand him water. "Look. My boyfriend is a cop, I know all the tricks..." Y/n says rolling his eyes. The cop mumbles something under his breath before walking out letting Hotch and Derek come inside.

"Thank god you two are here. Please don't tell me that the whole world is against me and think I killed those women." Y/n sighs holding his face in his hands.

"Y/n. I'm sorry but all fingers point to you. One of the women escaped before she could have been the eighth. When she described the unsub and drew him it exactly looked like you. They even found some of your DNA act the crime scene." Hotch says sitting down in the chair.

"I'm sorry Y/n, but you have all odds against you now." Derek chips in. Derek looks Y/n up and down trying to read his body language but a stiff laugh escapes his lips.

"I ❤ submissive men? Really Y/n." Derek says looking at Y/n in his shorts and shirt.

"Oh my god... I forgot I was wearing this. The one time I could become famous or something I'm wearing this." Y/n jokes before clearing his throat. "But I do have a alibi." Aaron and Derek side eye each other before nodding their heads at Y/n so he can continue.

"I was with my little step-sister for two weeks for a camping trip with her family. In fact I had just come back hours ago." "Alright... We'll be back to see if you're telling the truth or not." Aaron says while leaving with Derek.

Y/n is alone in the silent room for a while until he hears the door open. "Spencer? Oh thank god baby you're here." Y/n says smiling at him. "I would hug you, but they still got me cuffed-- but you can still kiss me." Y/n says with a smirk.

Spencer rolls his eyes before walking around the table giving Y/n a light kiss on the lips. "What are you wearing?" Spencer asks in disbelief looking at Y/n up and down. "Sorry. If I knew I was getting arrested, I would have looked better." Y/n jokes causing Spencer to smile sweetly at him.

"I ❤ submissive men." Spencer reads out loud. "Mhm I do love submissive men. Especially the one i'm dating~" Y/n teases with a wink.

"The unsub motives were because he was rejected by the women. So it doesn't make sense for you to be here. Especially since you're taken and dating a man. But- somehow the unsub got some of your DNA and most likely threatened the free woman to say its you and---" Before Spencer could get done rambling the door opens.

"Y/n. Your alibi matches up with your story. You're proven innocent and proven that you were set up. But you're not done here just yet." A random agent most likely the Sheriff tells Y/n taking the handcuffs off of him.

"Y/n. What happened after you got home." Derek asks earning a groan from the male in question. "Nothing. But I did bump into some weirdo in the airport." Y/n answers.

Y/n begins to describe what happened with the guy and everything and after being held in the station for a few more hours he was finally released to go back home.

"Finally I can go back home." Y/n breathes out with a sigh before hugging Spencer and giving him a kiss bye. "Bye spence~ When you find this guy call me okay?" "Okay Y/n bye." Spencer kisses him back and walks with him until he's out of the building.

Y/n walks inside his house going into his room and moves the secret panting clicking on a button letting the wall secret door open.

Y/n walks down the stairs looking at his new victim. The woman is so skinny that her bones show as well bruises all over her body. She is on the floor too weak to even sit up. But she knows that her captive is with her.

"I almost got caught. I was inches away from being exposed. Thank god I've been doing this for too long to be caught. Your silly friend tried, but failed. I think you're gonna be my last victim. Lucky number eight."

"Actually- your friend will. After I killed her i'll just keep you alive down here forever and ever. You'll be fed like once a month and you'll drink water every Friday. How does that sound? Oh I forgot I cut your tongue off a long time ago."

THE END

#the bear club #spencer reid #spencer reid x male reader #x unsub reader #criminal minds x male reader #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #x male reader #male reader #BAU x male reader #plot twist

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amorechris · 1 year

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Brooklyn Baby

SUMMARY : After a case that hit close to you, not only were the victims paper copy of you, and you had taken on a very heated standoff with the unsub. When you all return to quantico you are greeted with another case, however your boss seems to have a soft spot for you.

PROMPT : "I need a good cry and a shower. So give me like half an hour and then we go kick some ass."

WARNINGS : fluff, mentions of bau gore, cuteness, bau fluff, and more of the cutest fluff, comfort, bad humor

YOU TRUTHFULLY DIDN'T KNOW HOW YOU HADN'T BROKE DOWN, the team didn't either. The case was tuff for you as these victims were a clear lead to who he was really after, you. You had to admit the man was clever, he had picked a state you did college in and did murders there to lure you out there back to your home, Brooklyn. From there things got worse by the minute.

When you were in the stand-down it was after an attack of he purposely crashing into the SUV you had been in on purpose. He had tried to abduct you but even in you bloodied cut up state you had managed to take him down. Though it ended with a concussion, and a bullet graze. It was truly admirable to Hotchner how you showed such strength through the case and the team would've been lying if they said they didn't admire you at all.

Though you should've known that it would come flooding the second you got even a minute alone. So when you had stuffed your go bag back under your desk the team had dispersed to get coffee, bathroom breaks, vending machine snacks, before they went to see what their second case was.

You had sat down and stared at your file covered desk and slowly the lights around you became shiny, your bottom lip quivered unintentionally and slowly your eyes blurred like how they would when you first take your contacts out. You felt the tears falling down your cheeks without even blinking.

You were the person that disguised or hid your emotion through humor, it was a coping mechanism and Spencer had told you that multiple times when you guys would have small outings for coffee and library breaks. However it was just your personality and it was a quality that actually people liked.

You hadn't noticed when Dave came out of his office taking one glance at you and lightly knocked on hotch's window. Soon somebody was standing in front of you and slowly you could hear people like Morgan and JJ asking if you were alright. However you snorted lightly and wiped your eyes.

You looked up at your boss who had discarded his stoic expression and it was replaced with concern. Spencer was already running to the coffee machine, and Morgan was going to get Penelope to come in with her special 'cheer up' stuffed animal. All your teammates contributed in different ways and you all cared foe each other and took care of each other like family.

The thought, the deep of having a family you thought you would never had made you cry a bit harder.

"I need a good cry and a shower. So give me like half an hour and then we go kick some ass."

You had let out a mix of a sob and a laugh before you stood up and and Hotchner put his arm out resting his hand on your lower back. You wiped you eyes thankful you had waterproof mascara and internally cheered that you could cry and not look like a marble painting.

As you reached the door Hotch held it open for you and you spun around with tear stained cheeks and damp eyes holding a thumbs up to your team who had watched and looked worried until you flashed them a smile.

Hotch shook his head sighing and led you out the door and into the elevator and you sniffed wiping your nose as Hotch turned to you once the doors shut.

"Are you okay?"

You nodded and turned to him. "Hotch, I have a question..." you said looking down at your feet.

He turned to face you as you now both stood face to face with backs on either side of the elevator. "If it's time off then, of course."

You smiled softly but shook her head. "No, no. Guess what’s on the menu?" You asked and he shook his head. "Oh god, what is it?" he asked and you snorted.

"Me-n-u."

Hotch unintentionally let out a small laugh but he shut his mouth and stared at you with wide eyes you had the biggest beaming smile.

"I laughed because it was bad."

"mhmm sure, you know you liked it."

"Stop talking."

"But you didn't hear the one about the boats!"

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talaok · 1 year

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In another life || Spencer Reid x Unsub! reader

warnings: smut (oral sex - m receiving- , unprotected p in v sex, soft dom! reader, praising)

"We know you killed them"

"No" you smiled "you don't"

he sighed, clearly mad "this is you leaving the hotel the night Alex Diley was murdered"

A photo appeared beneath your eyes.

The curve on your lips remained "Oh yes I remember that one"

"It was a nice hotel"

"too bad it's gonna be closed for a while now" you pouted, your fingers tapping rhythmically on the metal table as if you were lost in your thoughts.

"This is you driving away from another crime scene," the other man said "just minutes after Richard Melton was shot in the chest with a 28' caliber"

Another picture, another grin

"Richard Melton" you repeated the name "no, doesn't ring a bell" you shrugged apologetically, the fire inside of you only expanding as the more muscular one passed a hand on his head, his nostrils flaring in anger, while the other one was avoiding your glare.

This was fun.

"And what about Marcus Alvin?" he asked "shot three times in the chest, head, and groin"

You winced "he must have made someone mad"

You took the crime photo in your hand, attentively examining it "that's a shame" you exhaled "he was handsome"

your eyes found his.

"much like you" your teeth caged a smirk from breaking free "Spencer Reid, is it?"

He tried not to look like it, but he was surprised.

You knew his name, of course you knew his name,

It stunned you they thought you would have ever come here without knowing everything you needed to,

but then of course, they had no real idea of who they were talking to.

"Oh I'm sorry" you laughed softly "Doctor Spencer Reid" you corrected yourself "I heard you don't like it when people forget it"

His eyes glanced at the "mirror" behind you, and you couldn't help but smile.

You noticed how it took him a moment to get back to normal, like he had gone somewhere else for a moment "This isn't a joke miss y/l/n, you're the prime suspect for a series of murders" he urged "we have photos of you in compromising situations"

"Miss y/l/n?" you cocked an eyebrow "please call me y/n, Spencer"

his cheeks got pinker

"alright y/n" the one you knew was named Morgan said like you were talking to him "where were you yesterday night?”

You smirked “I was with a friend, we were… having fun”

“And who’s this friend?” Spencer asked

“Why?” You bit your lip “are you jealous doctor?”

You swore you saw it.

His lips twitched for a moment too long into a smile before his face went back to stoic.

“I need the man’s name to verify your alibi”

“Do you?” you asked way too playfully considering the position you were in

“I do”

You took a deep breath, contemplating what to do “Simon” you said “Simon Miller”

“He’s gonna confirm your alibi?”

You raised an eyebrow, tilting your head challengingly “you think I’m easy to forget Spencer?”

“No” he admitted “I don’t”

You took him in, your eyes traveling up and down his tall figure until the table hid his body.

He was handsome

What was a man like that doing working for the FBI?

For the “good guys”?

He would have had more success on the other side, on your side, and undoubtedly, a lot more fun too.

He frowned "why are you here?"

He anticipated your own question

" What do you mean Doctor?"

You pretended not to notice the shift in his eyes every time you called him that.

"you know what I mean Y/n"

It seems two can play a game

You had to admit,

his name did sound extraordinarily good rolling off his tongue.

"Well I realized you were gonna want to talk to me sooner or later," you said "and I'm a woman who likes to be in charge"

He swallowed, his adam's apple slowly bobbing up and then down, a hint of panic in his eyes

Oh you so had him

You smiled

"What time is it?" you reached your hand out to him, expecting

He glanced at you before obliging, resting his arm on the table, as your fingers slowly grazed his skin, to show his watch.

It didn't take you that long to read it, you just liked having your hands on him.

"As much as I'd like to stay here and talk to you Spencer" you sighed "I'm expected somewhere"

Was it disappointment you saw flash behind his eyes?

You hoped so.

"Well you're free to go," he said, clearing his throat "Just keep yourself available"

You reached for the doorknob and turned "for you Doctor" you said "I'm always available"

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"hello doctor"

"Wha-what are you doing here?" He stuttered, shocked

"I wanted to apologize about today"

"How do you know where I live?"

You just smiled, and made your way in, his gaze following you.

"I know a lot of things" you shrugged, passing a finger through his overfilled bookshelf.

The house was him, absolutely, completely him.

Even the smell seemed to resemble his being

"You-" he stopped a moment " you cannot be here," he said, more like he was reminding himself.

"why?" you asked "I'm not doing anything" you shrugged, taking off your coat to reveal the very tight red dress underneath.

You smiled as he took you in, his eyes stopping a moment too long on your cleavage.

"you have great taste" you referred to the books

"I like a man who knows his classics"

"t-thank you, but you should go"

You liked the way he was shier now, like the mask he wore at work had dropped and you had caught him just as it had fallen.

"Why?" you pouted, taking a step towards him "you don't believe in all the things they say, do you Spence?"

"I-" he gulped "This isn't right"

"Spencer" you sighed, your fingers tracing his tie "I'm just here to talk" you bit down a grin "unless you have other things in mind"

"I don't" he answered immediately, like he was convincing himself more than you.

"you're still wearing your work clothes," you noticed

"I just got home"

"you work too much Doctor" you feigned worry "you should relax more"

you undid his tie, his body stiff under your fingers "I know some great ways how"

"y/n-" his eyes danced between yours

"yes, Spencer?"

"you should go" he tried to let the ounce of common sense he still had, prevail, but even he wasn't convinced.

"And you should sit" you murmured, pushing him towards the couch

He did, staring up at you like he was terrified

"Relax" you smiled "I won't bite"

"unless you want me to" you winked, kneeling down in front of him, your hands on each of his thighs.

He was only able to whisper your name shily as you undid the zipper

You shuffled his pants down together with his boxers, and he could only watch, hypnotized.

"aw baby" you cooed, taking his painfully hard cock in your hand "you're already leaking baby" you gently stroked it " let me take care of you" you kissed the tip "let me help you relax"

He only whimpered as you took him in your mouth, gently hollowing your cheeks to please him even more.

"f-fuck" he spat out, making you grin internally.

You kept going, bobbing your head up and down, as a lewd noise filled the room.

"oh my god" he mumbled, his hand absentmindedly going to move some hair out of your face.

"shit this is-" he tried, but he was talking as if he had just ran five marathons "you are-"

"you like it?" you asked, leaning away a moment but continuing to let your hand do the working

"I do" he confessed, breathlessly "I do"

"That's good spencer" you smiled, kissing his tip "I do too" you took him in again, the head hitting the back of your throat as you forced yourself soo deep your nose was against his groin.

He groaned loudly "fuck" he murmured, gripping the cushion beneath him, as his head dropped back.

You did it again before pulling away.

"take off your shirt baby" you ordered, standing up, and he hesitated a moment before obliging.

You grinned as he looked at you expectantly.

he looked so cute there, underneath you, his hair all messed up, his chest inflating and deflating way too quickly- he was just so adorable.

"You're really pretty Doctor" you couldn't help but confess, making him blush "Do you want me to take care of you some more?"

"y-yes" he nodded shamelessly "yes"

You hid a chuckle.

Mr. "you should go" seemed to have changed his mind.

"mm" you hummed, reaching underneath your dress to take off your panties " is this what you want?" you asked straddling his lap

"mh-mh" he breathed,

"words Spencer, use them" you whispered as you kissed his neck

"yes"

You smirked "good boy," you said, taking his dick in your hand to position it at your entrance.

The mixture of both your loud moans bounced off his apartment's walls as you slowly sank down on him.

"God baby" you laughed softly, feeling ecstatic "You feel so good"

He really did.

He was stretching you out in the perfect way, and you could feel it all over your body.

"shit" he whimpered "you too y/n"

His lips were looking particularly tempting right now but you didn't wanna kiss him, you couldn't.

That would have been intimate, and this wasn't.

This was just sex.

Sex with a handsome, gifted in many ways, interesting man.

that's all.

So you went for his cheek instead, leaving a quick kiss on it, and a trace of lipstick, before you started moving, pushing yourself off and then down his dick faster and faster, until he was hitting that spongey spot inside of you each time.

His mouth was gaped open, ragged little breaths escaping it, and while your eyes were to his face, his were somewhere else,

somewhere much lower

"you wanna see them, baby?"

"I-" he gulped "can- can I?"

"of course spencer" you kept moving as your hands left his chest to move the dress's straps off of your shoulders and your dress down onto your torso, releasing your tits.

His eyes immediately fell there, a cute moan leaving his throat at the sight.

"you can touch," you said, but he didn't even give you time to process it before his mouth went to your nipple, starting to suck and kiss passionately as his hand groped your other boob.

You couldn't help but stifle a giggle at the sight, but soon, the newest pleasure he was provoking mixed with the one of his cock, caused the knot in your stomach to tighten.

"fuck spencer" you moaned, and he just whimpered against your boobs.

"Baby I'm coming" you whined

"you gonna come with me?"

"gonna be good and come deep inside of me?"

He nodded eagerly and you bit your lip as you placed a hand on his shoulder to get even more leverage to quicken your pace.

The knot was ready to break down, you could feel it.

"come, baby"

"fill me up Spencer" you moaned loudly as your orgasm burst inside of you like a fire, spreading all over in a matter of seconds.

You felt him follow just after, his head falling to your chest, one of his hands still on your tits as with a loud groan, he filled you up completely.

"god" you said breathlessly, getting off of him

"Yeah," he agreed, glancing over at you.

"Do you-"

"I need to go" you interrupted him.

"I have to go Spencer, but I really enjoyed this"

"Oh, ok" he nodded, and you felt your heart break, but it was for the best,

you had felt something, something strong, and it wasn't only that it scared you, it was that it had absolutely terrified you.

Whatever it was, it was dangerous,

and you needed to get away from it, from him, as soon as possible.

You dressed yourself quickly and he did the same, only managing to slip on his boxers.

"you were amazing doctor," you said, turning to him as you reached for the front door "I'll see you again" you smiled, reaching to stroke his cheek "either soon or in another life" you kissed it briefly, not giving yourself time to look at him before rushing out of the door.

Your heart was beating fast as you reached inside your bag.

All this, all this time in this business, all this time perfecting the art, and all it took was an FBI agent to fuck it all up.

You held your breath as you reached for your phone, and as you looked down at it, the recording still going, his face flashed before you, and as you turned back, his door closed, him on the other side, you took a decision.

One every part of you was against.

Another life it was.

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Chapter Summary - Luke arrives in Crested Butte and meets some locals. Spencer has his own problems to deal with.

Pairing - unsub! Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader

Category - dark angst | smut | very eventual happy ending

Warnings - drinking, brief mentions of sex, swearing, bribery, false allegations, sexual abuse. WC - 5.8k

Chapter 17 - Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

You didn’t remember much about returning to the cabin last night as upon arriving back in Butte you and Spencer had indulged in one two many drinks at The Eldo before finally stumbling home well after midnight.

Judging by the fact your body was sore and you were naked, you’d probably had sex more than once and your head was throbbing when you opened your eyes, but you felt at peace.

Spencer stirred next to you, pulling you closer to his body and kissing your messy hair.

“I swore I’d never drink that much again.” He grumbled.

“I feel like I’ve been hit by a freight train.” You agreed.

“I think that was more my fault than the alcohol. I’m fairly certain we had sex at least five times. And from memory it got pretty rough.” He pulled you even closer.

“Worth it.” You smiled sleepily, resting your head on his chest. “I feel like shit, but I also feel on top of the fucking world.”

“Hmm, me too.” He agreed, nuzzling his face against your head.

“Don’t get excited, I don’t think my body can handle anymore sex right now.”

“Trust me when I say I don’t even think I have the energy to get it up.” He chuckled.

“That is music to my ears right now.” You giggled.

“Give it time, I’m sure there’s only so long I can lay next to a beautiful, naked woman before it happens of its own accord.”

“Fair enough.” You giggled again. “I can handle that. But I never want to drink again in my life.”

“Agreed.” Spencer exhaled before adding. “You know, until next time.”

You snuggled into him, wrapping your arm around his waist and slinging one leg over his. In that moment you felt invincible.

***

McGill’s Diner on Elk Avenue had a traffic camera positioned between the ground and first floor windows, capturing every car that passed by. It was the same camera that had witnessed the little blue Nissan purchased by Andrew Burnett in Franklin County, Virginia, drive up and down the street multiple times over the last week.

With no better place to start, Luke parked up at the curb and headed inside. He was under strict instructions from Prentiss that he was to not treat this like a federal investigation, they had no idea what they were dealing with and they didn’t want to alert the townsfolk to FBI presence. He was simply a concerned friend.

To stave off temptation, he left his creds in the hire vehicle he’d driven the forty minutes from Gunnison-Crested Butte Regional Airport. He did however keep his firearm visible in his holster on his hip.

A little bell chimed above the door as he entered the diner. It was late enough that the breakfast rush was over and early enough for the lunchtime crowd not to have surfaced yet so it was reasonably quiet. There was an older couple in a booth over the back and a younger man and woman sitting at the counter.

Luke made his way over to where a guy around your age was fixing a pot of coffee behind the counter. He looked up when he heard Luke approached and offered him a friendly smile. He wore a green flannel shirt over a black tee which had some kind of stain down it.

“Hi there,” he put down the coffee pot and gave Luke his full attention. “Can I get you a table?”

“No, thanks. I’m actually looking for some people. My friends, I think they might be here.” Luke dove straight in.

“Sure, I might be able to help. Most people come through here even if they're just in town for a day or two. Our coffee is pretty good.”

“Is this your place?”

“No, my dads.” The man wiped his hand on his jeans before extending it towards Luke. “Jesse McGill.”

“Luke Alvez.” Luke shook his hand. “So like I said, I’m looking for my friends. Rose and Andrew Burnett. I can show you pictures if you like?”

“No, that’s ok.” Jesse rolled his lip between his teeth. “I know them. Well, I know her better than him, never really spoken to him but I’ve seen him around.”

“They still in town?” Luke asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Uh, I guess so. Haven’t seen them for a few days so I can’t be sure. People come and go, you know? This place is a bit of a tourist trap.” Jesse shrugged.

“A ski resort isn’t much of a tourist trap in spring time.” Luke narrowed his eyes on Jesse, feeling as though the man was hiding something from him. “You know where they’re staying?”

Jesse straightened his back, running a hand through his thick beard while he contemplated how to answer that. Luke could tell he knew exactly where they were staying but for whatever reason, didn’t want to share the information. He knew all it would take to get it out of him would be to flash his FBI badge, but of course Prentiss had ordered him not to.

Jesse was mulling over what you’d told him the other night about Rose not being your real name and not really being married and now a stranger had shown up looking for you, that couldn’t be good.

Something happened and we had to leave our jobs, our homes, that’s what you’d said to him. Were you running from someone, someone like this man in front of him? He didn’t want to risk your safety or betray your trust. He didn’t get a good vibe from this Luke Alvez character.

“No, sorry I don’t.” He shrugged again. “Like I say, haven’t seen them in a few days, they may have already left town.”

Luke wasn’t buying any of this. Jesse knew exactly where you and Spencer were but he wasn’t going to tell Luke. Why, Luke didn’t know, but without his FBI creds to back him up he knew he wasn’t going to get much further. Maybe he’d reassess, call Prentiss and tell her that no one was talking to him and he needed some authority on his side.

“Well, you also said most people come through here right? So I’ll take that table now and a cup of that coffee and I’ll wait.” Luke smiled smugly at him and subtly put his hands on his hips to draw attention to his firearm.

Jesse glanced down at it and the fear he’d felt for your safety only doubled. What the hell kind of trouble were you in and how could he alert you to it without arousing suspicion? For now he nodded, motioning Luke towards a table and following him over with the pot of coffee. He left him alone after that but kept a watchful eye over the stranger in his diner.

Luke pulled out his phone and texted Prentiss to let her know that he’d arrived in the Butte but hadn’t had much luck yet. He sipped the coffee, which he couldn’t deny was pretty incredible and stared at the door as if it would magically open and you would stroll in.

He was only sitting there for about a minute before a young girl with bright red hair who had been sitting at the counter slid into the booth opposite him. She had a curious look in her large green eyes as she leant on the table with her elbows.

“I know Andrew Burnett pretty well.” She cut to the chase.

“Really?” Luke cocked his eyebrow at her.

“We hooked up a few times.” She shrugged, her words causing Luke to pull a face.

“You and S…Andrew?”

“Yep.”

“How old are you?” Luke’s brow furrowed heavily, thinking there was no way Spencer would sleep with this girl.

“Twenty seven.” She sat straight and puffed out her chest but Luke’s disbelieving look caused her to huff. “Fine, I’m twenty two.”

“Yeah, uh, no offence but I’m fairly certain he wouldn’t sleep with a twenty two year old.” Luke clucked.

“Well, he did. More than once.” She smirked smugly. “I promised I wouldn’t say anything because of his little wifey, but he couldn’t keep his hands off of me.”

“Wifey as in Rose?”

“Uh huh, between you and me she seems kinda like a stick in the mud.”

“That stick in the mud is my friend.” Luke scowled at her.

“Don’t get me wrong, he’s no better. She might be boring but he has some anger issues.” She picked at one of her nails.

“Anger issues?” Luke frowned, it wasn’t the first time someone had inferred that about Spencer recently.

“Yep. I think he controls Rose, she always seems a little timid round him. And then there was the time he practically threw me against a wall.”

“He…are you sure?” Luke was frowning so hard he felt a headache pinching at his temples.

“Yeah that’s not the kind of thing you forget. He couldn’t keep it up, tried to blame me for it. So I told him he probably couldn’t keep it up because he was old…no offence.”

“None taken.” Luke pulled a face.

“Anyway so he just freaks, gets me up against the wall and yells in my face and I swear he’s going to hurt me.” She finished with a shake of her head.

“Did he?”

“No, but I think he wanted to.”

Luke pulled out his phone and got up a photograph of Spencer which he turned to show the girl.

“Is this the man you’re talking about?”

“Yep, that’s him.” She nodded. “You say you know him, you must know what he’s like.”

“Yeah, see that’s the thing, I don’t know him to be an angry or violent man. So what I’m wondering is maybe you had a little crush on him and he rebuffed you and so you’re making up stories to tarnish him and make yourself feel better.” Luke picked up the coffee mug and lifted it to his lips.

“I’m not five.” She spat. “I know what happened. I was just trying to help but if you don’t need-”

“Ok, Mary, that’s enough now.” She was cut off by a hand on her shoulder and she looked up to see Jesse standing over her. “You can leave now.”

She rolled her eyes and huffed, sliding out of the booth and sulking away. Jesse soon took her place, sitting down opposite Luke and exhaling through his nose.

“Look, I don’t make a habit of agreeing with her, but I think she might be telling you the truth.” He chewed on the inside of his cheek. “Rose told me something bad happened to them and that she had get away and when you strolled in here looking for them, I thought maybe you were the something bad, you know?”

Luke nodded slowly, sitting forward in his seat.

“But you don’t think so now?” Luke narrowed his eyes on Jesse.

“No.” Jesse shook his head. “You’re a cop right? Shoulda noticed that before, you scream law enforcement.”

“FBI.” Luke whispered so no one else would hear. “I’m not here on official capacity though, I worked with Y/N and Spencer, they’re my friends and I really am just trying to find them.”

“Y/N and Spencer?” Jesse frowned. “She told me Rose wasn’t her real name but she wouldn’t tell me what it was. They’re FBI?”

“They were, until a while ago when they just skipped down.” Luke ran his fingers through his hair, knowing he shouldn’t be telling Jesse any of this. “You said you thought that kid was telling the truth? Why?”

Jesse exhaled again, looking sceptically at Luke as though he still wasn’t sure he trusted him. He ran his fingers through his beard and pulled a face that Luke couldn’t place.

“When I first met Rose…Y/N, she told me her “husband” was a drunken bully. I got the impression she was scared of him. I asked her if he hurt her and she said no but she did say that he had a temper. He’s a skinny dude but there’s something about him that makes me think he wouldn’t hesitate in kicking someone’s ass. He doesn’t strike me as stable, if that makes sense.” Jesse looked uncomfortable sharing this information, like he was betraying you in doing so.

“It makes absolutely zero sense, but if you knew Spencer Reid, it wouldn't make sense to you either.” Luke shook his head.

“I’m scared for her.” Jesse admitted, leaning on the table and lowering his voice to barely a whisper. “They’re staying on Gothic Avenue, big cabin right at the end. Come out of here and go straight up 4th, take the second right onto Gothic. Keep going for about a half mile and it's the big one on the corner right before the large rec.”

“You did the right thing.” Luke smiled at him, reaching into his pocket and subtly sliding his card across the table which Jesse quickly took. “If you see either of them, please call me.”

“Sure.” Jesse nodded, soon sliding out of his chair and walking away.

Luke downed the rest of the coffee and got to his feet, making quick work of getting outside and back into his hired car and following Jesse’s instructions, drove towards the Gothic Avenue cabin.

But he wasn’t the only one on that particular mission and he didn’t notice the redhead following him outside and heading the same way on foot.

***

It was just before lunch time, after some extremely lazy sex that you finally dragged yourself out of bed, your hunger getting the better of you. But you soon came to find the cupboards were empty.

Spencer bribed you with sexual favours you probably would have gotten anyway, to go down to Scout’s as he physically couldn’t prise himself away from the bed. Reluctantly you’d agreed, taking a quick shower to wash the stench of sex off of you before dressing and heading outside.

You got about a third of the way down Gothic Avenue when you suddenly felt as though you were being watched. The hairs on the back of your neck stood to attention and you felt something was wrong in your gut. You picked up your pace, partially wishing you’d had the forethought to bring the Colt with you.

Just before you made it to 4th Street a hand clamped down on your shoulder. You were trained for this. You knew exactly what to do.

Without even so much as taking a breath, you spun quickly on your heels and sent your fist flying into the face of your potential attacker. They stumbled backwards with a loud groan of pain, hands flying to where you’d just punched them in the nose.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N!” He yelped, glaring at you as he held his nose.

You stared at the man you’d hit wide eyed as the air felt like it escaped your lungs.

“L-Luke?” You stuttered, wobbling on your feet. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Nice to see you too.” He grumbled. “I should have known better than to sneak up on you.”

“What the fuck are you doing here?” You repeated.

“Where’s Spencer?” He let go of his nose and dropped his hands to his sides.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” You didn’t miss a beat.

“Sorry, I meant Andrew. Andrew Burnett, your husband.” He nodded his head towards the wedding band.

“Goddamnit.” You growled, pinching the bridge of your nose. “How did you find us?”

“We’re profilers, Y/N. Come on.” He rolled his eyes. “Garcia found Reid’s car. We tracked you to a used car lot and the car you bought with Spencer’s fake licence. We put out an APB on the Nissan and found it had been picked up on cameras in this town several times.”

“Are the rest of the team here?” You folded your arms across your chest.

“No, just me. We’re shorthanded, remember?”

“Good. You need to leave, you have no idea what you’ve walked into.”

“Y/N,” he softened, stepping towards you. “Has Spencer done something? Has he threatened you?”

“What? Why would you think that?” You scoffed.

“I spoke to some people in town and they seem to think he’s this violent, angry man.”

“Who told you that?” You frowned at him.

“That doesn’t matter. You need to tell me what’s going on. You understand that this looks bad, right?” Luke pleaded with you.

“We just wanted to get away. Spencer’s been struggling since prison and I was feeling stifled at the BAU. So we decided it might be a good idea to just get away from it all for a while.” You tried to insist but you knew Luke wasn’t buying it.

“I might believe that if it wasn’t for the burner phones and fake IDs and burnt out cars.” He spat. “You were an FBI agent for a long time, you know what that looks like, don’t you?”

It looks like two criminals on the run. It looks exactly like what it is.

“What are you implying, Luke?” You frowned heavily at him.

“If Spencer has done something, to you or to anyone else, you can tell me, Y/N. You can tell me anything.” He looked deep into your eyes and you felt for a brief moment that bond between the two of you.

You could tell him anything, you knew that much. Luke Alvez had done nothing but stick by your side through everything and you knew this would be no different.

You reached up and fiddled with the rose gold heart pendant around your neck. Did you love Spencer enough to protect him from this? Or was this finally your way out?

***

Spencer threw the pillow over his head and groaned deeply as a heavy knock sounded on the front door. The alcohol from last night that still seemed to be drowning his brain cells meant it felt like whoever was knocking was doing so directly against his skull.

His plan had been not to leave this bed all day. His drive to and from South Dakota plus an exuberant amount of sex had drained his energy and the scotch he’d consumed left him feeling dizzy.

The knock came again, followed in quick succession by the doorbell. Whoever it was clearly didn’t plan to go away easily. He groaned, his head spinning as he forced himself out of the comfort of the plush bed. His eyes were blurry and made trying to find any semblance of clothes almost impossible.

As a third knock sounded he managed to locate his boxers and stumbled trying to put them on. His legs wobbled frantically as he slowly crept from the bedroom and down the stairs.

His stomach lurched as he walked and he briefly thought he might throw up but thankfully it passed. He continued through the living room towards the door as the doorbell rang once more.

“Jeez. Alright I’m coming.” He belched rather unceremoniously. “Jesus I’m still drunk.”

He threw open the door, keeping hold of it to help steady himself. He blinked a few times against the bright red assault of colour on his retinas before focusing on her face. He groaned, suddenly wishing he’d made an effort to put more clothes on and that he wasn’t standing here in just his boxers with her on his front porch.

“Fucking hell, what do you want?” He leant against the door jamb, not trusting his wobbly legs to stand unaided.

“Well that’s just rude.” Mary smirked at him and there was something menacing to it. “I just want to talk.”

“We have nothing to talk about.” He stood back up, moving to close the door in her face only in his state she was faster and she shoved her hands against the wood to stop it from closing.

“Oh I think we have a lot to talk about.” Her smirk grew. “Why don’t you invite me in, Spencer Reid?”

***

“You can tell me anything.” Luke repeated when you were silent for some time.

You rolled your eyes and scoffed.

“Oh please, Spencer couldn’t hurt a fly and you know it.” You shook your head.

“So he didn’t give you those bruises on your neck?” Luke looked quietly smug.

You unfolded your arms and one of your hands went to your throat. You’d gotten used to them being there if truth be told and didn’t think much of them most of the time.

“It’s not what it looks like.” You brushed your fingers over the bruises.

“Oh really? Because to me it looks like he tried to strangle you.” Luke hissed.

“Fucking christ, Alvez,” you spat back, grinding your teeth furiously. “You really want me to stand here and tell you I like it when he puts his hand around my throat when he fucks me?”

You swore you saw the exact moment Luke’s heart shattered in his chest. His eyes softened and he stumbled backwards, his mouth falling open as a pain washed across his face. You instantly regretted your harsh choice of words but it was too late.

“You’re…you’re sleeping with him?” He couldn’t hide the upset from his voice despite how hard he tried.

“Yeah.” You nodded. “We’re, uh, together I guess.”

“You are aware he’s sleeping with some young redhead, right?” Spencer spat.

“What? How do you know about Mary?” You glared at him.

“I met her! She told me that Spencer got aggressive with her when he couldn’t get it up. I didn’t believe her at first but then that McGill guy said you’d told him that your “husband” was a bully.” Luke sounded exasperated.

“You talked to Jesse?” You spat. “Luke, you had no right! You had no right to follow us here in the first place. We’re happy here, just let it go.”

“Happy? Happy?” He scoffed, stepping towards you. “You’ve got a fucking trail of bruises around your neck and I’m starting to think they aren’t the only ones.”

Before you could reply, Luke was grabbing one of your hands and pushing the sleeve of the pink wool sweater up your arm revealing more finger shaped bruises circling your wrist.

“Goddamnit, conejito, really? You’re happy? You’re happy being abused?” He dropped your arm and stepped back, sadly shaking his head.

“It’s not abuse, jeez. We like rough sex Luke, so what?”

“Oh my god, please stop talking about you and Reid’s sex life.”

“Are you jealous?” You scowled at him. “Are you jealous because he’s got all you ever wanted?”

He frowned at you, looking at you like he didn’t recognise you anymore, like he was standing in front of a stranger. He took a step back, shaking his head in disappointment.

“Maybe once this is what I wanted, yeah. But you aren’t the same person anymore, are you? You’re not my conejito.” He rolled his lip between his teeth.

“I was never your conejito, Luke.” You spat. “You need to leave, you shouldn’t be here.”

“I’m not going anywhere until you explain to me what’s going on. What has Spencer done? What are you scared of, Y/N?” Luke begged.

“Spencer has done nothing but love me! We wanted a fresh start, away from the BAU and all the bullshit. I don’t need you anymore Luke, I don’t need you protecting me. Let me go, for the love of god just let me go!” You raised your voice.

“I think something happened,” he stepped closer to you. “I think Spencer did something really bad and you’re covering for him because you’re scared. You don’t need to be scared, Y/N. Just tell me what he’s done and I can help you.”

He reached for you but you slapped his hand away.

“Don’t touch me. Spencer has done nothing wrong, Jesus just because you’re an FBI agent doesn’t mean you always have to think like one. Sometimes the simplest explanation is the right one. And in this case it’s as simple as we wanted to get away and we knew we’d never be able to do that as Y/N Y/L/N and Spencer Reid.” You growled at him, your back well and truly up.

“You’re lying.” He bit back. “I know you better than you know yourself and I know when you’re lying. We’re the best goddamn profilers in the world and I swear to you, Y/N, we will find out what he’s done and we will come for him. Don’t let yourself become collateral damage.”

“Burden of proof.” You shrugged, a wry smile on your face. You remembered so well having a conversation with Spencer in his apartment about the same subject not so long ago. “You say you’re the best goddamn profiliers in the world, but so are me and Spencer. And if, hypothetically, he'd done something, do you really think he’d leave behind any evidence?”

“You could save yourself a lot of trouble if you just tell me what I need to know.” Luke continued to plead with you.

“You need to know nothing, except for the fact Spencer and I love each other and we are in this together until the bitter end. So why don’t you hop back on the jet and leave us the fuck alone.” You spat so venomously that Luke was actually a little scared of you.

“You’ve changed.” He shook his head sadly.

“And you never will.” You pushed past him on the sidewalk, deciding to forgo Scout’s in lieu of going home.

Your blood was boiling in your veins as you marched back towards the cabin, furious at the BAU for tracking you down, angry at Luke for coming all the way out here.

But it was only the beginning.

***

“What do you want from me?” Spencer sat on the couch while Mary stood over him, wishing he weren’t still tipsy and clouded by last night's scotch.

“I want to know why two FBI agents are hiding out in our town using fake names.” She folded her arms across her chest.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He tried to insist but he wasn’t able to control his facial expressions the way he normally would.

“Does the name Luke Alvez mean anything to you?” She scrutinised him and Spencer fought with his expression not to give anything anyway but the scotch was in control.

“No.” He shook his head, swallowing thickly.

“Hmm, I don’t believe you.” She spoke in a sickly sweet tone. “Because I met him and he seems pretty convinced that you and Rose…or should I say Y/N are FBI agents who just dropped their whole lives and ran off without a trace.”

She met Luke? Luke is here? Why the fuck is Luke here? What the hell is happening?

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He folded his arms across his bare chest.

“Let’s try this again,” she came closer to him. “And I swear to god if you’re not honest with me…”

“What? You'll do what?” He scoffed at her.

“I’ll tell everyone the truth about who you are.” She shrugged.

“And you think they’d believe you?” He chuckled. “You think they will believe a story as convoluted as this? Sweetheart, they will think you’re crazy.”

“Maybe. Maybe not.” Mary shrugged. “Fine, I’ll tell everyone I know that you sexually assaulted me.”

Spencer stared at her in utter horror of what she was saying but she looked nothing by smug. His heart started hammering so hard in his chest he felt even sicker than he already had done. He searched for a sign she was bluffing but saw none.

He was taken back to an interrogation room at a woman’s correctional facility. He could see her so clearly in front of him, Cat Adams telling him she was pregnant with his child. He could hear her wicked voice in his ears.

I had Lindsey dose you in Mexico. You lost time. And I gave her very specific instructions to get you in the mood.

“W-what?” He stammered. “That’s not the kind of thing you lie about.”

“Tell me the truth then.” She shrugged.

“I’m not telling you shit.” He shook his head, pushing himself up to his wobbly legs.

“Well then, I guess I’ll go. Who should I start by telling? My dad? My brothers?” She started towards the door but Spencer quickly moved and grabbed her roughly by the wrist, somehow able not to fall flat on his face.

“Listen you little bitch,” he shook her by her arm, growling in her face. “Do you have any idea how many people are actually assaulted every day? How many don’t report it because they’re scared they won’t be believed? And you want to use their real pain for your own sick gain?”

“You know you’re not helping yourself right? If you bruise me it’ll only make my story seem more believable.” She glanced at his hand on her wrist and he quickly let her go. “And don’t think I haven’t seen the bruises on your lovely wife. I’m sure she would back up my story.”

“The only story she would back up is the one where you’re a desperate little whore who shamelessly wanted to fuck a man you perceived to married.” He snapped at her.

“Well I guess we’ll see won’t we? Who’s going to believe the strange out of towner over the young, innocent girl.” She pouted.

Stop being the boy who cried rape, Spencie. It’s not a good look.

“What do you want? Why do you care who I really am? Fine, if it’s going to shut you up, yes, my name is Spencer Reid. I was an FBI agent and so was Y/N. We changed our names and left town. Why do you even care?” He sighed in exasperation.

“I guess FBI agents make pretty good money, right?” She mused and Spencer felt his stomach coil into knots at the insinuation.

“That’s what this is about? You want money?” He scoffed.

“I told you I want out of this town. I work three jobs and I am nowhere close to having enough. Finding out your little secret is the best thing that could have happened to me. So if you don’t give me what I want, I will disgrace the former FBI agent Spencer Reid and tell everyone that you raped me. Ten grand should do it.” Her smirk grew tenfold and Spencer felt the anger rising throughout his whole body.

But his brain was still clouded in a thick fog of alcohol. If he’d been at full capacity he would have easily been able to figure a way out of this, but right now all he could think of was killing Mary. The only problem with that was his guns and hunting knife were upstairs.

He could strangle her to death, feeling as she took her last breath. But he knew better, even in his state, that killing someone close to home would only come back to bite him in the ass. He’d been so careful up until now and he couldn’t ruin everything because of this stupid bitch. There had to be another way.

Mary was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, much like he was. He’d tricked everyone in this town into thinking he was just the mild mannered Andrew Burnett here with his wife to escape the big city. But in reality he was a violent killer, an injustice collector of sorts. Maybe Mary was his karma and now was his time to pay up.

“Let’s just talk about this, please?” He begged her, eyes flickering somewhere off to the side as he sensed a movement by the kitchen.

“No, no more talking.” She shook her head, clearly not noticing he was distracted. “You pay me now or I will go straight to the cops.”

If she heard the sound of the gun being cocked, it was too late. And then suddenly the reverberation of a single gunshot filled the room and the bullet pierced straight through the back of Mary’s head, exiting between her eyes and continuing into the wall next to the front door.

The last sound Mary made was a small gasp as she collapsed on the floor in a pool of her own blood at Spencer’s feet. The shock was written all across his face as he looked up at you, still holding the smoking gun in your hand.

You tucked it in your waistband and strolled closer to Spencer whose mouth was hanging open and wide eyes glared at you in a stupor.

“W-what did you…? Why did you?” He croaked out as you stepped closer, not a single hint of remorse in your eyes.

“Karma’s a bitch.” You shrugged simply. “And so was she.”

Hahaha, this is about you.

Beware, beware, be sceptical,

Of their smiles, their smiles of plated gold.

Deceit so natural,

But a wolf in sheep's clothing is more than a warning.

Baa baa, black sheep, have you any soul?

No sir, by the way, what the hell are morals?

Jack be nimble, Jack be quick,

Jill's a little whore, and her alibis are dirty tricks.

So could you,

Tell me how you're sleeping easy,

How you're only thinking of yourself.

Show me how you justify,

Telling all your lies like second nature.

Listen, mark my words, one day (one day),

You will pay, you will pay.

Karma's gonna come collect your debt.

Aware, aware, you stalk your prey,

With criminal mentality.

You sink your teeth into the people you depend on,

Infecting everyone, you're quite the problem.

Fee-fi-fo-fum, you better run and hide,

I smell the blood of a petty little coward.

Jack be lethal, Jack be slick,

Jill will leave you lonely, dying in a filthy ditch.

So could you,

Tell me how you're sleeping easy,

How you're only thinking of yourself.

Show me how you justify,

Telling all your lies like second nature.

Listen, mark my words, one day (one day),

You will pay, you will pay.

Karma's gonna come collect your debt.

Maybe you'll change,

Abandon all your wicked ways,

Make amends and start anew again.

Maybe you'll see,

All the wrongs you did to me,

And start all over, start all over again.

Who am I kidding?

Now, let's not get overzealous here,

You've always been a huge piece of shit.

If I could kill you, I would,

But it's frowned upon in all fifty states.

Having said that, burn in hell, yeah.

Oh, oh, oh.

So tell me how you're sleeping easy,

How you're only thinking of yourself.

Show me how you justify,

Telling all your lies like second nature.

Listen, mark my words, one day (one day),

You will pay, you will pay.

Karma's gonna come collect your debt.

@bubblebuttwade @jay-2s-world @daddy-dotcom

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