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Shattered reflections| Spencer Reid

Summary: Spencer decides to try and solve a case without involving the team. However, reader discovers what he’s doing and wants to help. The case puts you in grave danger and the rest of the team blame Spencer.

Content: Fem! reader. Kidnapping. Morgan guilt tripping Reid. Mentions of trauma. Reid brings up the whole Enily/Lauren situation. Reid deals with overwhelming guilt and remorse. Angst and fluff.

A/N: This is like “you’re on your own” but it’s different as well. This one has a happy ending, but it takes a while to get there. Like you’re on your own, I enjoyed writing this. This isn’t as dark, but it’s still very angsty.

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You had noticed that Spencer was acting strange at work, it was as if he was trying to hide something from everyone else on the team. At first you thought it was because his mother had gotten worse, or maybe he had a girlfriend, and didn’t want everyone to know just yet.

But you noticed he was staying late in the office, or he would get distracted while working on a case. You also saw him speaking to Garcia in hushed tones, and if you or anyone else on the team got close to them, they would instantly shut up and walk away from each other.

You decided that it was time to confront him and let him know that if he was in any danger, you could help him. “Hey, Spencer,” you said while standing just to the side of his desk. “What’s been going on with you lately? You’ve been acting strange.”

Spencer looked up from his computer, his eyes wide with surprise. “What do you mean?”

“You’ve been staying back a lot and asking Garcia for help. It’s not like you.”

Spencer hesitated for a moment before letting out a sigh. “I’ve been working on something,” he said, his voice low.

“What is it?” you asked, curious to know what he has been hiding.

“It’s a case,” he said. “A personal case.”

You felt a tingle of excitement in your stomach. You’d always admired Spencer’s intelligence and attention to detail, and you were always up for a good mystery. “Can I help?”

Spencer hesitated again, his eyes scanning your face. Finally, he nodded. “Yeah, I could use another set of eyes on this,” he said gesturing to the files on his desk. “It’s a bit complicated and I’ve hit a dead end.”

You sat down next to him, eagerly grabbing a file and flipping through it. As you read, you felt your heart rate quicken. This was unlike any case you’d ever seen before. You were used to dark, and twisted, but this was a deeply personal case.

“I don’t even know where to start,” Spencer muttered.

You looked up at him, taking in his dishevelled appearance. The dark circles under his eyes indicated that he hadn’t been sleeping well. You felt a pang of concern for him. “We’ll figure it out,” you said firmly.

Spencer couldn’t have known what was going to happen, he couldn’t have known he was putting you in harms way. But that’s what happened, and he couldn’t change it now. Though he wished he could, he wished he could swap places with you or have told you he didn’t need your help.

Spencer was now sat in his usual seat, but you weren’t next to him. Though everyone else was there, the BAU felt cold and empty. The air was heavy with anticipation and dread. Spencer couldn’t look anyone in the eyes, his usual focused gaze was now clouded with guilt and worry.

As the team gathered around the conference table, Spencer’s mind raced with thoughts of you. He had never felt so lost and alone before. He had never let anyone get this close to him, especially not someone he worked with. But there was something about you that made him feel safe and understood. And now, because of him, you were in danger.

He had let you help him with this case, he made you keep it a secret from everyone else. He had assured you it was low risk, that you would be safe. But something had gone wrong, terribly wrong, and now you were out there, injured and alone.

Hotch was the first one to break the silence, his tone wasn’t calm or really reassuring, but it wasn’t one of anger. “Reid, what happened? Where is she?”

Spencer swallowed hard, his throat dry, he could barely find the words to say, but somehow, he did. “I-I don’t know, Hotch. We were looking into the unsub’s background, trying to find patterns. She wanted to help, and I thought she’d be safe. But then we were ambushed. I lost track of her.”

Morgan glared at Spencer, his frustration boiling over. “You lost track of her? You got her into this mess in the first place, Reid!”

JJ placed a reassuring hand on Spencer’s shoulder, trying to diffuse the tension. “We need to focus on finding her. Blaming Reid won’t help.”

But the accusation lingered in the air, and Spencer felt the weight of it on his shoulders.

The team scrambled to piece together any information that could lead them to you. As they worked, Spencer felt the guilt consume him. Spencer was the one who put you in danger, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that he had failed you.

Exhausted, Spencer paced back and forth in the bullpen, his mind racing with worry and fear. The thought of losing you was the only thought in his mind, and he knew he couldn’t bear the thought of never seeing you again.

Everyone’s patience was growing thin with him. Though they tried not too, they were all blaming him. You were the kind of person who would put themselves in harm’s way to protect others. Because of this, Hotch ordered him to go home.

Spencer knew he should listen to Hotch, but he also knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep. If he did somehow manage to sleep, all he would dream about was you, your face before you got taken away from him, or your smile, your perfect and loving smile, one he didn’t know if he would ever be able to see again.

That night, Spencer lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling. His mind was still racing, and he couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt that had settled deep within him. He had let you down, and he knew that he would never be able to forgive himself if anything happened to you.

As the hours ticked by, Spencer’s thoughts drifted towards you. He remembered the way your eyes sparkled when you laughed, the way your hair fell in front of your face when you were deep in thought. He remembered the way you had always been there for him, even when he hadn’t realised, he needed someone.

Spencer couldn’t help but feel like he had taken you for granted. He had assumed that you would always be there, that you would always have his back. But now, as he lay alone in his bed, he realised just how much you meant to him.

He waited for a phone call, from Hotch, from anyone, but mainly from you. He just wanted to hear his phone ring, he wanted to hear your voice, or for someone to say they had found some new evidence that would lead them to you. He knew he had let the team down, you were everyone’s favourite, no one tried to hide it.

As the sun began to rise, Spencer finally drifted off to sleep, his mind still consumed with thoughts of you. He dreamed of finding you, of holding you in his arms and telling you just how much you meant to him. He dreamed of a future where he never took you for granted, where he always put you first.

When he finally woke up, the first thing he did was check his phone. There were no missed calls or messages, and his heart sank. He knew that they were still searching for you, but he couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that settled deep within him. He got himself ready and headed to the BAU, hoping for good news.

When he arrived, the team was already gathered around the conference table. There was a sense of tension in the air, and Spencer could tell that they still hadn’t found you. He took his seat, his mind racing with worry.

Hotch cleared his throat, his gaze fixed on Spencer. “Reid, we still haven’t found any clues or any information. Her last known location was with you. We need to start preparing ourselves to the facts we might never see her again.”

“I can’t accept that,” Spencer said firmly. “We have to keep looking.”

Hotch’s expression softened. “I understand how you feel, Reid. We all want to find her. But we have to be realistic. We’ve almost exhausted all out leads. We need to start preparing for the worst-case scenario.”

Spencer felt like he was going to be sick. He couldn’t just give up on you like that. He had to do something, anything to find you.

“I can’t just sit here and do nothing,” Spencer said, his voice shaking. “I have to find her.”

The team exchanged worried glances, not sure what to do with Spencer’s desperation.

“Reid, we’re all doing everything we can to find her,” JJ said softly, placing a comforting hand on his arm. “We’re not giving up, but we have to be realistic about the situation.”

Spencer moved away from her, he didn’t want their comfort, or their pity. He wanted them to stop acting like you were already dead.

“Realistic, really? Realistic, like you and Hotch making Emily fake her death, making us all believe she was dead, just so we could catch Doyle. You guys never gave up on Emily, but you’re giving up on Y/N. Why?”

The team was taken aback by Spencer’s outburst. They had never seen him this emotional, so desperate. But Spencer didn’t care. He couldn’t just sit there and give up on you. He had to find you, no matter what it took. He knew he couldn’t do it alone, though. He needed their help.

“Please,” Spencer begged, his voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t lose her. I can’t just give up like this. I need your help.”

The team once again exchanged glances, and Spencer could see the hesitation in their eyes. But then Morgan spoke up, his voice firm and determined.

“Reid is right. We can’t just give up on her. We have to keep looking, no matter how long it takes. We owe it to her. But Reid, you got her into this mess, you need to accept the fact that you could have killed her.”

Spencer’s heart sank at Morgan’s words. He knew deep down that Morgan was right. He had put you in danger, and he couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt that had consumed him.

“I know,” Spencer said softly. “I know I messed up. But I can’t just give up on her. Please, help me find her.”

The team exchanged glances once more, before finally nodding in agreement. They knew that they couldn’t just sit around and wait for something to happen. They had to take action and find you before it was too late.

“Okay,” Hotch said firmly. “We’ll keep looking. We won’t give up until we find her.”

Spencer felt a glimmer of hope ignite within him. He knew that they still had a chance to find you, and he was willing to do whatever it took to make that happen.

JJ and Morgan tried to take Spencer back to the day you got taken, they tried to help him remember the situation. But he couldn’t remember anything. Everyone was becoming frustrated. Garcia, Hotch, and Rossi couldn’t find anything. Spencer’s newfound hope was slowly fading.

They didn’t stop though, no matter how little faith and hope they had left, they weren’t going to give up on you. They knew Spencer was right, none of them knew why they were giving up on you, you deserved better than that.

After another long day of searching, Spencer sat alone in the BAU bullpen. He was scrolling through his phone, looking for any new leads or information that they might have missed. As he scrolled, he came across a picture of you, smiling and carefree. It was taken before all of this happened before you had been taken.

As he stared at the photo, Spencer felt his heart ache. You were perfect, in every sense of the word. Unlike everyone else, your smile had never faded, your eyes still glimmered with hope, you had this laugh, one that made everyone else smile or laugh along with you but most importantly your personality, it was bright, you were a ray of sunshine.

Spencer couldn't help but feel guilty. He had put all of that at risk, he had put you in danger. He knew that he had to make it right somehow, that he had to find you and bring you back home where you belonged.

He was so lost in thought that he didn't even hear someone approaching him. It wasn't until they spoke that he realized someone was there.

"Hey, Reid."

Spencer looked up to see Derek standing in front of him. He offered a small smile, grateful for the distraction.

"Hey, Morgan," Spencer said softly. "Any luck today?"

Derek shook his head, his expression grim. "No, nothing new. But we're not giving up, Reid. We'll find her, I promise."

Weeks had gone by, and the team still hadn’t found any new information. No one had been able to get a good night sleep, but especially Spencer. Everyone was burning themselves out trying to find anything that could possibly lead them to you, they were all exhausted and they all started to believe that the worst had happened to you.

You though, you had no idea how much time had passed since you were taken. Everyday felt the same: you were trapped, alone, in a dark room that had had the windows covered up with wooden pallets. You had lost all hope of ever seeing the sun again, or Spencer for that matter. You had no idea if they were still looking for you, maybe they had given up.

But despite all of that, you refused to give up. You were a fighter, just like Spencer. You had to believe that he was still out there looking for you, that he hadn't given up on you. But you were losing faith, believing they had given up on you, you had started to give up on you, but even in your darkest moments, you held onto the memory of Spencer. You remembered his voice, his touch, his scent. You would continue to fight for Spencer, you would continue to fight in hopes of seeing all your friends again.

Spencer sat in the BAU bullpen, his eyes staring blankly at the computer screen in front of him. He had been staring at the same document for hours, hoping that something new would jump out at him. But nothing had changed. He was starting to lose hope, starting to believe that they would never find you.

He didn’t know what to do any more, he was hopeless without. You were the one person he wanted to talk too, and he couldn’t. He also hated knowing he had let everyone down, he hated how Derek was speaking to him at the moment. He wanted the world to stop, just for one second, so he could think properly. He kind of wished he was Sherlock Holmes, and that he could enter his mind palace to find the missing information.

But as much as he wished for a solution, nothing came to him. He was lost in his own thoughts when his phone rang. Spencer hesitated for a moment before answering, unsure if he was ready for more bad news. But when he heard your voice on the other end, his heart skipped a beat.

"Spencer," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper. "I need your help."

Spencer's heart raced as he heard your voice for the first time in what felt like an eternity. He couldn't believe that you were actually calling him, that you were still alive.

"Y/N," Spencer breathed. "Where are you? Are you okay?"

"I'm not sure," you admitted. “I’m in some woods, I think. I managed to escape, but I don’t know where I am.”

Spencer's heart swelled with hope and relief. He couldn't believe that you had actually managed to escape. He quickly pulled up a map on his computer, trying to identify any woods in the area that you could be in.

"Y/N, listen to me," Spencer said urgently. "Can you see anything around you? Any landmarks or signs?"

You paused for a moment before answering. "There's a river nearby. And I can see a mountain in the distance."

“Okay, I’m going to get Garcia, she’s going to track your location.”

Spencer quickly hung up the phone and made his way over to Garcia's computer. He explained the situation and she immediately got to work, trying to trace your location based on the information that you had given.

As they waited for Garcia to find your location, Spencer couldn't help but feel grateful. Grateful that you were still alive, grateful that you had called him for help. He knew that he had to remain calm and focused if they were going to find you, but he couldn't stop the flood of emotions that were overwhelming him.

Finally, Garcia spoke up. "I found her," she said, relief evident in her voice. "She's in some woods around 10 miles away from here. I'm sending you the coordinates now."

"Thank you," Spencer said, rushing out of the bullpen and grabbing his gun. He needed to get to you as quickly as possible, to make sure that you were safe and to bring you back home where you belonged.

As Spencer sped towards the woods, his mind raced with all the things he wanted to say to you when he finally saw you again. He wanted to tell you how much he had missed you, how much he had longed to hold you in his arms again.

He also wanted to tell you how sorry he was, for putting you in danger and for not being able to find you sooner. He knew that they still had a long road ahead of them, that they would need to heal from all the trauma that they had endured, but he was ready to face it all with you by his side.

When he finally reached the spot where Garcia had traced your phone, he jumped out of his car and raced into the woods. It didn't take long for him to find you. You were barely clothed, laying on the ground. He ran towards you, dropping his gun and falling to his knees beside you. Tears streamed down his face as he pulled you into his arms, holding you tight.

"Spencer," you whispered, burying your face in his chest. "I knew you would find me."

"I promised you I would," Spencer choked out, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm so sorry, Y/N. I should have protected you better, I should have found you sooner."

You shook your head, intertwining your fingers with his. "It's not your fault, Spencer. You did everything you could. You saved me, and that's all that matters."

Spencer held you close, unwilling to let you go. He knew that they had a long road ahead of them, that they would both need to heal from all the trauma that they had endured, but in that moment, none of that mattered. All that mattered was that they were together, safe, and alive.

“Are you okay?” he said barely above a whisper

“I am now. Please never let me go Spencer.” You said through sobs.

“I won’t, I promise.” He held you even tighter.

He did so, till the rest of the team arrived.

The team arrived with sirens wailing, and they all rushed towards the two of you. Rossi was the first to reach you, and he quickly assessed your condition before calling for medical attention. You were dehydrated, malnourished, and had some bruises and cuts, but overall, you were alive and in one piece.

JJ and Emily helped you up and wrapped you in a blanket while Hotch and Morgan fanned out to secure the perimeter. Garcia was already on the phone with the hospital, arranging for a medical team to be ready when they arrived.

Spencer stayed by your side, holding your hand tightly. He couldn't believe that you were here, that you were alive and safe. All the fear and worry that had consumed him over the past few weeks drained away in an instant, leaving him feeling exhausted and relieved.

As the medical team arrived and began to tend to your injuries, Spencer leaned in closer to you. "We're going to get through this," he whispered, his voice filled with determination. "Together."

You smiled weakly, feeling safe and loved in his arms. "Together," you echoed, knowing that as long as you had Spencer by your side, you could conquer anything.

As they loaded you into the ambulance and headed towards the hospital, Spencer vowed to himself that he would never let anything like this happen again. He would do everything in his power to protect you, to keep you safe and sound.

He knew that there would be difficult days ahead, that both of you would need time to recover and heal. But he was ready for it all, as long as he had you by his side. He knew that together; you could face anything that came your way.

Days turned into weeks, and the two of you began to heal from the trauma you had experienced. You both had seen things that no one should ever have to see, and it had taken a toll on you. But with each passing day, Spencer felt grateful for the fact that you were still here, still alive and with him.

You hadn’t returned to the BAU yet and you barely left your apartment. Spencer was worried about you, he would come over whenever he could, he made sure you ate and that you were sleeping enough. The rest of the team would come over on the weekends they were free, you felt truly loved but it was also very overwhelming.

Spencer had suggested that you should both start seeing a therapist. You decided that was a good idea, and the therapist helped you work through the trauma and the aftermath of your kidnapping. It had been a difficult journey, but one that had brought you even closer together.

One night, as you were both sitting on the couch watching TV, Spencer turned to you and took a deep breath.

"Y/N, there's something I need to tell you,” he said, his voice quiet.

You turned to look at him, a small smile on your face. "What is it, Spencer?"

"I love you," he said simply, his eyes meeting yours.

“I love you too.” Was all you said in reply, with one huge smile on your face. You rested your head on his lap and tried to get some more sleep.

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The thrill of killing you| BAU x unsub reader

Warnings: This chapter is just smut. At the end the mention of another body been discovered and SA!

Summary: Spencer goes back to readers hotel room, but wonders if this is something he can commit too.

A/N: sorry for not posting this last week, I got caught up in other stuff.

Chapter five: Running out of time

This girl is pretty. She seemed interesting, but I am not the type of man to do this kind of thing. I wasn’t the type of person to pick someone up at the bar and leave to have sex with them. But she, she had something in her, maybe a darkness or maybe a story worth telling.

As she led me, to what I assumed was her hotel, I thought maybe I could be this kind of man. I mean Derek use to do it all the time, so why couldn’t I? I watched her lead the way, the way her walk matched her beauty. I wondered why she had chosen me from the bar full of people, I surely wasn’t the most attractive one in there. But as we arrived at her hotel room, I pushed those thoughts away. This was happening, and I was going to enjoy it.

As soon as we entered the room, she turned to face me, a sultry smile playing at her lips. "Make yourself comfortable," she said, gesturing to the bed.

I did as she said, sitting on the edge of the bed as she poured us both a drink.

We talked for a while, getting to know each other's interests and backgrounds. But I could sense the tension building between us, the air thick with desire.

Without warning, she leaned in and kissed me deeply, her hands sliding up my chest. I responded eagerly; our tongues tangled together as we explored each other's mouths.

She pushed me back onto the bed, straddling me as she continued to kiss me passionately. I could feel her body grinding against mine, her hips moving in a slow, tantalizing rhythm.

I couldn't help but moan softly, my hands roaming over her body, feeling the curves of her hips and the softness of her skin. She was driving me wild with desire, and I couldn't resist her any longer.

I flipped her over onto her back, my hands pulling at her clothes as I kissed my way down her neck and chest. She moaned softly, arching her back as I reached the sensitive skin just above her breasts.

I couldn't wait any longer, my hands reaching for the waistband of her panties. She lifted her hips, allowing me to slide them down her legs.

As I settled between her thighs, I could feel the heat emanating from her, the wetness between her legs. I took my time exploring her with my tongue, savouring the taste of her as she writhed and moaned beneath me.

Finally, I couldn't take it any longer. I slid myself inside her, feeling her tightness as she gasped.

thrust into her gently at first, feeling myself harden even more as she moaned and writhed beneath me.

I picked up the pace, my thrusts becoming harder and more urgent. I could feel an orgasm building within her, the way her body would tense and then relax as I thrust into her.

Her moans became louder, and I found myself encouraging her to try and scream. Her orgasm drew closer, the way her muscles tightened around me sending me over the edge.

I thrust into her one last time, pulling her close as I came deep inside her. I pressed my face into her neck, breathing heavily as I tried to catch my breath. I felt her strong arms encircle me, holding me close as I came down.

When I pulled back, I noticed her eyes were closed, her face flushed. I felt a small smile spread across my face. I understood why Derek use to do this; it was a rush. Maybe I could do this again, or maybe I could ask for her number, so I could get to know her.

As my head was rushing with these thoughts, I heard my phone buzz on the ground. I picked up and saw that Hotch needed me back at the BAU.

“I, erm, I have to go. Do you want my number or anything Emily?” I didn’t want to sound like I was using work as an excuse just to leave, I really did want to see her again.

She shook her head. “No, no it’s okay. Fate will either let us meet again or keep us apart.” She said it with a smile on her face, but it wasn’t a smile of happiness, it was a smile I couldn’t place.

“Oh, okay then. Erm, well I’ll either see you again or not, I guess.” As I put my clothes back on, she just watched. I said my goodbyes and left. It felt weird, she seemed weird towards the end of it. Maybe I wasn’t good, or maybe she just did simply believe in fate.

As I got back to the BAU, I saw a smirk on Luke’s face. He must have guessed what I had done, but there was a stern look on Hotch’s face and everyone else seemed to be indulged in work. As I looked at my tablet, I saw another body had been found, one near here. A man, who had again been accused of SA. Who was doing these murders, and why were they doing them all around the US.

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Never enough| Spencer Reid

Summary: Reader is struggling with self esteem issues, loneliness and a desire for a connection. After a night out with your colleagues, you meet Spencer Reid, you believe this might be a turning point in your life. However, your dreams are shattered when someone decides that you are better off with them.

Content: This is dark. Self-esteem issues. Mental health struggles. Kidnapping. Threats against life. Spencer relives trauma. An ending which is most definitely not happy. Fem! reader. Pet names (princess) 18++

A/N: When I first uploaded this, it felt wrong when I re-read it, but I’ve made a few changes. So, this is a re-upload. I actually really like it. Also, if you have any suggestions for angst/dark storylines you’d like for me to write, please feel free to message/request them:)

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Laying on the floor, tears streaming down your face, you wondered if you ever be good enough for anyone or anything. Every partner you ever had, had left you with no explanation or cheated on you. You weren’t special, or pretty enough, and you had never been enough for anyone before, your parents favoured your siblings, you were always the backup friend, and the person people would date after getting rejected.

You hated almost everything about yourself, you rarely got compliments and you, for a while, were okay with this. Though you wished with all your might that someone would look at you and think you were perfect or have one single conversation with you and think wow this person is intelligent and funny, but that was yet to happen, and you doubt it ever would.

After another typical day at your boring office job, your colleagues invited you to come get drinks with them. You would normally decline this, but you felt especially lonely today so decided it would be fun. You went home to get ready, you put some makeup and found clothes that made you feel semi-beautiful. You looked at yourself and for the first time in a while you felt okay with how you looked.

You made your way to the bar, making small talk with your colleagues. You kept looking around the bar, trying to see if you saw anyone mildly attractive who might find you somewhat attractive, but no luck so far. You listened as the people you worked with chatted about their partners, children or homelife. It was interesting to hear about people loveless marriages, knowing you most likely would never have anyone who want to marry you.

You once again found yourself scanning the room, your eyes landed on a man, with scruffy brown hair, chiselled cheeks and a smile that made your heart melt. You knew he was too attractive for you though; I mean you the group of people he was standing with. You also noticed he wasn’t drinking, so he most likely would get drunk and take you home as a drunk mistake. Though your heart broke a little bit, this wasn’t something abnormal to you, you were used to this by now.

As you were about to turn away, the man caught your gaze. You quickly looked away, but his eyes lingered on you for a moment longer. Your heart raced as you felt his eyes on you, and for a brief moment, you thought he might be interested in you. But you quickly shook the thought away, reminding yourself that no one ever found you attractive or interesting.

As the night went on, you found yourself stealing glances at the man with the scruffy brown hair. He seemed to be having a good time with his friends, but every now and then, his eyes would meet yours and a small smile would play on his lips. You couldn't help but feel drawn to him, despite knowing that nothing would ever come of it.

You colleagues, who now definitely felt like friends, told you to go for him. You told them he was way out of your league, but they kept hyping you up and what’s the worst that could come out this, he rejects you. What like that had never happened before.

With a newfound confidence, you made your way over to the man with the scruffy brown hair. You stumbled over your words as you introduced yourself, but he didn't seem to mind. He introduced himself as Spencer and you couldn't help but feel a flutter in your chest at the sound of his name. You were amazed that he had even introduced himself to you. You didn’t say anything for about a minute, you just were staring at him. He smiled at this, you felt embarrassed. You were making a fool of yourself. But composed yourself and told him it was nice to meet him, he replied saying the same thing.

Spencer seemed to be genuinely interested in what you had to say, and for once, you felt like someone was actually listening to you. You talked about your interests, your job, and your hobbies, and he seemed genuinely interested in every word you said. He even shared some things about himself, and you found that you had a lot in common. You generally felt seen and cared about in this moment.

Though you liked Spencer, and couldn’t believe he hadn’t rejected you yet, you realised the time and felt suddenly tired. You weren’t the type of person who would do one-night stands, so you offered him your number, which he accepted. You said your goodbyes, and made your way home, it was only about a 30-minute walk. You felt full of joy, and full of happiness (which you hadn’t felt in a while). Though it was for sure too early, you coud see the possibility of falling in love with him.

It wasn’t that late, you thought you would be safe. I mean you had done this walk hundreds of times, and nothing had ever happened to you before. But maybe if asked Spencer more about his work, you might have seen this coming. Maybe if you didn’t enjoy music this much, you might have heard the footsteps following your every move. Maybe if you had some more self-awareness, you would have been keeping an eye on your surroundings.

But you didn't, so when a hand suddenly grabbed you from behind and a cloth was pressed against your nose, you were caught off guard. You struggled, but the man was too strong. The world spun around you, and you felt yourself slipping away into unconsciousness.

When you woke up, you were in a dark room, and your heart raced as you realised that you had been abducted. Fear gripped you, and you began to shake uncontrollably. You tried to stand up, but a sharp pain jolted up your leg, and you realised that you had been tied to a chair.

Your eyes were dating around the room, trying to spot any movement. You tried to scream, but you couldn’t. Suddenly a voice spoke to you, an unfamiliar and threatening voice.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you, that pretty women shouldn’t walk by themselves late at night.” The voice practically growled.

You shook your head and felt tears burning your cheeks. The voice continued, “Well, don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you now. You’ll be my little princess, and you’ll never have to worry about being alone again.”

You shuddered at the thought of being held captive by this man. You closed your eyes and tried to will yourself to wake up from this nightmare. But when you opened them again, you were still tied to the chair in the dark room.

The man walked towards you, and you could feel his hot breath on your face. He reached out and caressed your cheek, and you recoiled in disgust.

“Don’t be like that,” he said. “I’m going to take care of you, and you’re going to learn to love me.”

You weren’t the first person this man had kidnapped. He had been abducting stereotypically attractive women for about five months. He would keep them hostage for around two weeks and then kill them. The FBI had only recently been called in for this case, and if the local police hadn’t waited, then maybe you wouldn’t be in this situation right now.

A couple of days had gone by, and you were still tied to that chair, wondering when this would end, but someone from your work had called the police to report a possible missing person. Even though you weren’t your jobs biggest fan, you had never missed a day of work.

The police did a wellness check but found no one in your apartment. They found your car still in its parking-lot, but your phone had been turned off with its last location been a street not far from your home. They decided to see if there was any CTVC anywhere near you had last been seen, and that’s when they spotted you been dragged into a car, which the license plat had been covered up.

Spencer noticed your familiar figure, and the clothes you were wearing. He remember how thrilled he was that you came over to talk to him. He could tell you didn’t have the best self-esteem, but you were one of the prettiest girls Spencer had ever had the pleasure of talk too. He wish that he would have offered to walk you home, or have made you stay a little bit longer, because if he had maybe you wouldn’t be in the situation you are in now.

His heart broke a little. He couldn't believe that someone as kind and beautiful as you had been taken by such a monster. Though, you may be the girl to help solve this case. He told the team he had spoken to you the night you had gone missing, and how you seemed. He told them how you acted, what your hobbies were, what you job entailed. Garcia, searched over your social media, trying to see if there was anything suspicious, but they found out you lived a very typical life.

Spencer heart broke even more when he realised you barely spoke to anyone, you seemed to have no one who truly cared about you. The team worked tirelessly, trying to find any lead they could to find you. Spencer was particularly determined, as he felt a sense of guilt that he hadn't done more to protect you that night. I mean he knew there was a man abducting woman out there, and he knew that you were just his type. He couldn't shake the feeling that he could have prevented this from happening to you.

The team was running out time if they had any hope of finding you alive, and Spencer's hope began to wane. He couldn't bear the thought of never seeing you again, and the idea that you were still out there, somewhere, scared and alone, was too much for him to bear.

One day, the team finally caught a break. They were able to track down the location of the house where you were being held captive. Spencer was one of the first people to rush to the scene, his heart pounding in his chest as he prayed that he wasn't too late.

As he burst through the door, Spencer couldn’t hear anything, the house was disturbingly quiet. He was hoping that there would be some sounds, at least a muffled cry or scream, that way he would know you were alive. But there was nothing, just the sound of his own breathing and the pounding of his heart. He called out your name, hoping for some kind of response, but again there was nothing.

He slowly made his way through the darkened house, his gun drawn and ready for any kind of confrontation. He checked every room, every closet, but there was still no sign of you. Spencer was beginning to panic.

Finally, he found a locked door and he knew that this was it. This was where you were being held. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart, and then kicked the door open.

What he saw made his blood run cold. You were there, tied up and barely conscious. He ran over to check your pulse; it was faint barely there. He called out, saying he had found you and that they needed to call an ambulance. Spencer started to untie you, kept watching you float away into unconsciousness. He kept chanting your name, asking you to stay with him, to stay awake. But you had no fight left in you, that man had taken everything away.

You missed your days of solitude, when you were wishing someone would love you or look at you like you were the most beautiful woman in the world. But when you got it, it was evil and disgusting. This man didn’t love you and viewed you more like a piece of meat. You slowly closed your eyes, allowing nature to take its course.

Spencer felt a wave of despair wash over him as he saw you slip away. He couldn’t watch another woman he liked slip away from him. Tears began streaming down his face. He held your body close to him, looking at your still beautiful face, wishing he had at least kissed you when he had had the chance.

He put you on the ground and desperately tried to revive you, he knew CPR was to keep the blood pumping around your body and there to be air in your lungs, so that your brain could maintain some level of function. He kept doing it, hoping your pulse would come back or that the medics would get here in time.

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Hi love,

Could you write a post jail!Spencer x creative!reader imagine where reader is finally meeting the Bau and their families at one of their annual get togethers?

Spencer and reader start dating a few months after Spencer is released from jail and he’s been hiding it from the team because the two of them are polar opposite he’s serious and logical and readers emotional and creative he’s also slightly apprehensive because of the gap in their ages

(Sorry for the long ask🤍)

Please don’t apologise for long asks, I love them <3 🤍

Summary: After dating Spencer for five months without meeting his friends, you began to feel like he wasn't taking the relationship as seriously as you were, leading to arguments. Spencer, a logical and somewhat cynical person, was hesitant for you to meet his friends, fearing judgment. Despite not wanting to hide you, he cherished your relationship as a separate, positive world from his work.

Content: Fluff. GN! reader. Mentions of prison.

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You and Spencer had now been dating for around 5 months. You hadn’t met any of his friends yet. You thought he wasn’t taking this relationship as seriously as you were. It was causing the both of you to argue a fair amount. See, Spencer had met you at one of your art displays in a local museum. He fell in love with you, and your work the moment his eyes had landed on you. While you were smart, you just weren’t as logical as him. You didn’t view the world as black and white; you weren’t as cynical as him.

Spencer wasn’t trying to hide you; you weren’t his dirty little secret. He was just nervous about you meeting his friends, he didn’t want either of you to be judged by them. He wanted to be alone with you, he loved you. He viewed you as a separate world from his work, a fresh breath of air. When he came to see you after a hard case, you caused him to forget about all the terrible stuff that he had just witnessed. When he had told you about his jail experience, you hugged him tightly telling him that everything was okay now. You let him lay in-between your legs where you gave him head scratches. That’s what you were to him, the person who made the world brighter, the person who smiled whenever you saw him and the person who would do absolutely anything to make him feel better.

Spencer had been away on a case, he texted you that he landed safely back in Washington and that he was coming to see because he missed your beautiful face. You were just sat watching TV, when Spencer walked in. You looked at him, his eyes were tired, his hair was messy, he looked miserable, but yet he was still the most handsome man you had ever laid your eyes on. He flumped down text you, you raised your arm so he could snuggle in.

You both watched TV in silence. It was comfortable. After a while, Spencer looked you in the eye and let out a sigh. “I’m not trying to keep you a secret you knew. My team, they are my friends, they are my family. I love you, but you and I are polar opposites. You look at the world through a creative eye, while I see things in science and numbers. You are 23, and I’m in my late thirties. I don’t want them to judge me, I don’t want them to judge you.”

You looked at him, you knew he wasn’t trying to hurt you or keep you a secret. “I know, I know handsome. I just want to get to know them, you tell me all about them and they sound great. But I don’t want to rush you at all.”

Spencer let out a small smile, he knew he had found someone special in you. “I want to introduce you to them, I really do. I just don’t want to mess anything up. They mean a lot to me, and so do you.” He leaned in to give you a quick kiss, and you smiled at him.

“I understand,” you said softly. “But you don’t have to worry about them judging us. We’re happy together and that’s all that matters.” You brushed your hand through his hair and leaned in to give him a proper kiss.

Spencer smiled against your lips, feeling a weight lifted off his shoulders. He knew you were right, and he was ready to take the next step in their relationship. “Okay,” he whispered. “Let’s do this.”

The next day, Spencer took you to the BAU headquarters. He introduced you to his friends, explaining how he had met you and how you were an artist. You could see the curiosity in their eyes as they looked at you, but they were all kind and welcoming. You spent the day with them, learning about their work and sharing stories of your own. They were all so different from you, but you found that their intelligence and passion for their work was admirable.

You loved each and every one of them. Every one of them were pretty, handsome, and intelligent. You were kind of surprised that Spencer had even suggested going on a date with you. You didn’t care though; you just knew how truly lucky you were.

Once you had gone home, the team gushed about how great you were to Spencer. They had known he was seeing someone, but they didn’t want to pry. They were happy they got to meet you though. They could see how happy Spencer was when he looked at you, they could see that you deeply cared about him. They were apprehensive at first over the age gap, but when they got to know you, they saw it didn’t matter. You were perfect for him, and they were over the moon for him.

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Hiii,

Could you write a Spencer x fem!reader where reader is from a musically inclined family. Her and her siblings grew up playing instruments and singing and when they all got older her siblings went into musical jobs while reader went and started work at the bau but when ever her siblings come to visit they all play music together. One day her siblings come and visit her for her birthday and Spencer wants to surprise her and brings the bau along and he fall deeper into love with her when he sees her and her siblings.

(Sorry for the long ask 🤍)

A/N: This wasn’t a long ask at all. I hope you enjoy reading it :) It’s filled with fluff :) I knew you said “her” but I haven’t put any pronouns in, so it can also be a GN! Reader

Summary: Basically the anon requests. Reader grows up in a musical family, all her siblings have a job that has something to do with music. Reader however joins the BAU and starts dating Spencer Reid.

Content: GN/Fem reader. Just fluff. I hope everyone enjoys it, especially anon who requested it.

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You loved music, you always had. You and your siblings grew up playing all sorts on instruments and singing. Because of this, your childhood was filled with happy memories. Your parents would take you to musicals and concerts, they would come to every recital all you and your siblings had. You loved, and still love music.

But as you grew up, you also realised you loved psychology and understanding why people do what they do. You went off to university to study psychology and furthered your study with a PHD in criminal psychology, that’s how you ended up with a job you loved with the FBIs BAU. However, your siblings all ended up with musical jobs, a small part of you was jealous. They all got to travel the country, without it to been to help solve a horrible, gruelling and the majority of the time gory case.

You missed your siblings; it had been around 3 years since you had all been together. They had all individually met your beautiful and intelligent boyfriend, Dr Spencer Reid. But they hadn’t all met him together. Spencer knew all about them, and how you all created a band together when you were teens. Spencer also loved hearing you sing when you were stressed, or when you were showering. He also loved how when there was a piano insight, you would tell him all the songs that you could play.

Your birthday was coming up, and Spencer had secretly invited all your siblings over so you could have them all together again. You knew Spencer had something planned, but you thought it was just a surprise party with all your friends.

What you didn’t expect, was to see all your siblings standing in your house along with your friends. They all were holding their preferred musical instruments, your brother holding his violin, along with your oldest sister holding her saxophone and your youngest sister holding her guitar. You felt tears welling up in your eyes, you looked towards Spencer who had a cheesy smile on his face.

You were so overwhelmed with emotions that you couldn't speak. You hugged each of your siblings tightly, feeling grateful for the moment. You felt Spencer's arms wrap around you, holding you close.

As you all settled down, your siblings started playing a tune. It was a song you all used to sing together as kids. You sat by your piano and started playing and singing along. You felt all eyes on you, and your siblings. But most importantly, you felt Spencer’s.

He didn’t know it was possible, but he started falling in love with you more. He loved hearing your voice and watching your fingers dance across the keys. He loved watching how you smiled when you sang with them in almost perfect harmony. He loved everything about you. This was the very moment Spencer knew he was going to propose to you, not now, but in the future sometime. He couldn’t wait to have a lifetime of this, and he was definitely going to ask your siblings to play at your wedding.

He couldn’t wait to listen to you singing to your children, teaching them how to play the piano while they sat on your lap. He couldn’t wait for your home to be filled with more love and music. He couldn’t wait to wake up to you singing while cooking breakfast, or while you were showering.

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Office Rivalry| Spencer Reid

Summary: You are fairly new to the team, both you and Spencer have mutual hatred for one another. However, after solving a case, primarily you solving it, Spencer comes over to your house.

Content: Angst and smut. Spencer is kind of mean in this. Hate sex. dom Spencer Reid. Sub! reader. Semi breeding kink. Name calling (slut). Spencer insinuates you’re cheating, but you’re not. Oral (F!receiving) Fingering. Brief mention of a case (no specific details). Smut with a plot. 18+

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You hated Spencer Reid with every fibber of your being. When you first joined the BAU, around a year and half ago, you tried your hardest to be nice to him. But Spencer loved to rub it in how smart he is and how he was better than everyone else. He barely acknowledged you at all, even when you out in the field together.

However, you got on with everyone else. You and Luke were the closest. He was also one of the newest members of the team, so you think that’s why you bonded with him. You, Emily, JJ, Garcia, and Tara often went out drinking together, or as they liked to call it, girls’ night. You often babysat for JJ so that her and Will could go on dates, and if Emily needed to go out of town you would cat-sit Sergio. You viewed Rossi as a father, he would share amazing recipes with you, and you would give him all the gossip he missed.

One day, the team was called in for a new case. It was a particularly gruesome one, and tensions were high. As they gathered in the briefing room, Spencer sat down at the table across from you, his eyes cold and distant. But you refused to let his attitude get to you. You focused on the task at hand and took notes as the case was discussed.

As the team began to work on profiling the unsub, Spencer's expertise shone through. His insights were invaluable, and you couldn't help but be impressed by his intelligence. But even as you recognized his skills, you remained determined to prove that you were just as valuable to the team.

“Guys” You said with authority, making sure everyone diverted their attention from Spencer to you, “I think this has something to do with the people’s social lives, they aren’t at all connect to one another, but they are all popular. They all had big groups of friends, and often went out. Look at their social media.”

The team nodded in agreement as they began to dig deeper into the social media accounts of the victims. As they searched through their posts, you noticed something odd.

“Spencer, come take a look at this,” you said, gesturing for him to come closer to your computer.

Spencer hesitated for a moment before begrudgingly moving towards you. As you showed him the post, you couldn't help but notice a slight blush on his cheeks.

“Interesting,” Spencer muttered, before quickly returning to his own seat.

You couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as you returned to your work, knowing that you had outsmarted him once again. Once he was out of ear shot, you snickered. He thought he was so much better than you, but here you were outsmarting him at something so easy to spot.

As the team continued to work, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. This case was the perfect opportunity to prove yourself, to show Spencer that you were just as valuable to the team as he was.

Over the next few days, you worked tirelessly to piece together the clues left behind by the unsub. You spent countless hours pouring over social media accounts, interviewing witnesses, and analysing evidence. And as the pieces began to fall into place, you felt a sense of pride wash over you. It was only a matter of time before you cracked the case.

Finally, the day arrived when the team was ready to make their move. Armed with the information you had gathered, you set off to apprehend the unsub. And as you watched the team close in on their target, you couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction.

Once you arrived back at the precinct, the police offered to take you out for drinks, saying that yours were on them. You smiled and accepted their offer, feeling grateful for the opportunity to unwind after such a long and stressful case. As you made your way to the bar, you noticed Spencer walking alongside you. You shot him a quick smile, but he remained silent.

When you arrived at the bar, JJ ordered a round of shots for the team. You took yours eagerly, feeling the burn as it slid down your throat. The team began to chat and laugh, feeling relieved after solving the case. You noticed Spencer sitting at the end of the table, nursing his drink silently.

Spencer was obviously a bitter loser, and you couldn’t help but feel smug at this. Even though the police and the team said your drinks were on them, you felt bad, so you offered everyone a round. They were all a bit drunk, so they agreed. You took their order and walked over to the bar. Spencer told everyone that he was going to help you carry the drinks back, but he really just wanted to call you out.

As you grabbed the drinks from the bartender, Spencer walked up beside you. You could feel his icy stare piercing through you, and you braced yourself for whatever he was about to say.

"You know, you really shouldn't be wasting your money like this," he said, his voice dripping with condescension.

You rolled your eyes and tried to ignore him, but he continued.

"I mean, it's not like you can really afford it, can you? I bet you're drowning in debt with how little you make."

You felt your blood boil at his words. How dare he try to belittle you like that?

"I may not make as much as you, Spencer, but that doesn't mean I can't treat my friends to a round of drinks," you retorted, glaring at him. "And besides, it's not like you're the one paying for it."

Spencer scoffed, clearly unimpressed with your comeback.

"You always have to try so hard to prove that you are just as good as me, but you’re not. And you never will be. You are pathetic.”

Those words stung more than you cared to admit, and you felt your anger grow. How dare he speak to you like that? He had no right. After everything you had done for the team, how could he be so cruel? You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself before responding.

"And you, Spencer, you don’t care about anyone but yourself,” you snapped back. “I don’t know why I even bother trying to get a rise out of you. You’re just a cold, heartless bastard who doesn’t care about anyone but himself."

As you began to walk away, you could feel Spencer’s sharp eyes glaring holes into you. You could feel your eyes beginning to water as the pain washed over you. You could tell that you had hurt him, but you didn’t care. You were tired of his attitude. You were tired of him.

The night wore on, and Spencer barely looked at you. Luke offered you a ride home, one you accepted. This night started off so good, and yet ended so horribly. Once Luke dropped you off, you took a shower and cuddled up with your dog. Why was Spencer so horrible towards you.

How could he act like that? He was such a cold, heartless bastard. You were the one who had been working on this case non-stop, you were the one who cracked the case. And yet here he was, acting like the hero in front of everyone. He made you sick.

You were just about to drift asleep when you heard a knock at your front door, as you looked through the peephole you saw Spencer. What did he want? Did he want to say some more horrible stuff to you. As you opened the door, to ask him what he wanted, he barged his way in.

Before you could even ask him why he was here, he slammed the door shut, pinning you against it, his hands gripping your arms.

"Don’t you ever speak to me like that again," he growled. " I am not cold or heartless. I care about you. It’s you that I care about."

You looked up at him with wide eyes. You were shocked, at first you assumed he was here to yell at you more, but now you were confused.

“I’m sorry that I said that, Spencer. But you treat me like I don’t deserve to be on this team and that you are so much better than me” You spoke softly.

Spencer let you go. He took some steps back and allowed you some room.

“I never meant for it to be like this. You think that I always try to prove that I’m better than you. You think I don’t value you. But it’s not true. I just want you to be safe. I don’t want you to get hurt. And it’s hard to see you in so much danger.” You were speechless. You didn’t know what to say. The way he was looking at you, with that regret and sincerity in his eyes.

You walked towards him, his eyes never leaving you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into you. He held you tightly as you pressed your lips against his. He deepened the kiss, as you felt your body temperature rise.

Though you would never have mentioned it before, you had always found Spencer attractive. Though you hated him, but that was starting to dwindle, you had always found him hot.

His lips left yours, and his eyes searched for any regret from you. But Spencer when couldn’t find any, he said something. “What happens if Luke finds out about this? Are you two a thing, or do you flirt with everybody?”

“Luke and I are just friends Spencer, but if you thought otherwise why did you accept my kiss?” you said it a harsh tone.

“So, you do just flirt with anyone. God, not only are you stupid, but you are also a slut.” His cold demeanour had returned.

“I thought you said you cared about me Spencer?” You felt tears starting to form in your eyes.

“I just said that to see if my theory was true, which I now realise it was.” Spencer’s voice grew harsher.

But Spencer’s lips meet yours once again, this kiss was harsh. You didn’t know why, but you kissed him back. His tongue found its way into your mouth, you didn’t fight for dominance, you just let him win.

He stopped kissing you and looked at you with victory in his eyes. “Even when I call you a slut, you still kiss me back.” He chuckled.

One second you were standing, the next Spencer had lifted you over his shoulder and was carrying you towards your bedroom. Once he was in your room, he practically threw you on your bed.

“I need to know you want this Y/N, if not, I’ll leave, and we can go back to how we were before.” He said, making sure you understood what he was saying. But you didn’t want to go back. You wanted him.

“I’m not going to tell you again Y/N, answer me.” As he said this his hands were lifting up your shirt.

“Yes,” you replied. “I want this.”

He grinned at your answer, and pulled your shirt over your head, he then began to remove your bra. You reached for his pants and began to undo his belt.

“What the fuck are you doing Y/N?” He removed your hands.

“I want you, Spencer.” You replied, feeling confident about your decision.

He smirked and began to remove your pants. He unzipped your jeans and slipped them off with your panties.

As he did this, he kicked his own pants off. He took a second to admire your body. He ran his hands up your thighs, and started to rub them roughly, “They are so soft.” He whispered.

"I've wanted this for so long Y/N" Spencer whispered as he lowered himself down to your pussy.

He quickly inserted a finger inside of you, which caused you to gasp. Before you could even recover from this, he inserted another. This made you moan. He began to move them in and out of you, at an increasing pace.

As he finger fucked you, he lowered his head to your clit. His tongue flicked out, teasing your clit.

You moaned loudly as he began to suck on your clit. He inserted another finger into you and continued his motions. Your moans grew louder and louder, until you felt yourself cumming.

"Oh, fuck. Spencer." You began to moan louder and louder.

"That's its Y/N," he spoke into your pussy. “Show me how much of a dirty slut you really are.”

Your uncontrollable moans grew louder as your orgasm ripped through you.

“I thought you hated me, but here you cumming from just my fingers.” He smirked.

You just moaned, as your body recovered from the overload of pleasure. Spencer removed his fingers from your pussy and inserted them in your mouth. You sucked them dry. "Taste yourself Y/N."

You did as you were told as you sucked his fingers clean.

“You know I only came here to see if you would kiss me, but this, this is much a better outcome.” He whispered into your ear. “I still hate you though Y/N, but I like this. And you know what, I’m going to cum in you, so you can never forget this night. Maybe, if you’re lucky, this won’t be the only time I fuck you.”

Once again, you just moaned.

He stood up and completely undressed himself. His hard, throbbing member stood at attention. You had never seen a cock so big in your life before.

He positioned himself on top of you. He inserted himself into you. He let out a groan at how tight you were. He began to move roughly in and out of you.

You began to moan, as he picked up his pace. Soon he was thrusting into you with such force.

"Fuck" Spencer groaned. "You feel so good."

He began to fuck you faster and faster. Your moans became louder and louder, mixed with his groans.

"I'm almost there Y/N" Spencer whispered into your ear.

Before you could reply, Spencer had cum inside you. He pulled out of you, denying you anymore pleasure.

"That should leave a nice reminder inside of you." He said as he admired his work.

You didn't reply, you just looked at him.

"Now, you can never forget what I did to you tonight.”

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The thrill of killing you| BAU x unsub reader

Warnings: This chapter briefly mentions Spencers drug addiction. Towards the end there is the illusion to smut (that will be the next chapter). This chapter makes it seem the BAU team are just as bad as the reader.

Summary: The reader talks about what they know how the team, and follows them to a bar.

Chapter four: The narcissist

I know I said I wasn’t going to leave anything at the crime scenes, but the FBI are letting me get away with what I am doing far too easily, and I can’t let an innocent person get put away for the crimes I have committed. Also, I’ve heard stories of SSA Aaron Hotchner and Dr Spencer Reid. They aren’t innocent men, are they? I heard what Mr Hotchner did to that man who killed his wife, and well Spencer, he’s spent time in prison, and he’s made friends with someone like me.

I knew it wouldn’t be too long till they were on my case, I mean some of my friends had been trying to kill someone on their team. Miss Garcia, the smart, computer nerd. She’s the one who solves the majority of the cases, but everyone else takes credit. I kind of feel bad for her, I mean she was once on the right side of justice, but then she joined the FBI. Miss Prentiss, she once worked with, well actually dated, someone who was once in the IRA, so she doesn’t have the best track record either really. Mrs Jareau, someone who was once a media liaison and then got taken away from the FBI to a war zone. Mr Rossi, the man with so many ex-wives and a racist past, who fought in a war and helped create the BAU, not much to be said about him. And finally, Mr Alvez. He’s my favourite, war veteran, with a love for his dogs. He seems like the nicest out of all of them, I wish he wasn’t in love with Garcia.

All of them think they are better than me, what because they work for the law. But how many people have they killed because they have been certain they have committed terrible crimes. They all have troubled pasts, and that’s what led them to join the BAU. But so did I, and so did basically everyone I knew, but none of them joined a government agency and none of us had ever killed someone who was innocent.

The more I thought about it, the more I realized that they were all just hypocrites. They were supposed to be the ones upholding the law, but they were just as flawed and twisted as the criminals they were trying to take down.

Though I liked paying cat and mouse, I was going to take a break from killing for a while, just so they wouldn’t catch me before I wanted them too. I also wasn’t worried about them trying to connect me about my job, like they did with Cat Adams, because unlike her I thoroughly screen the people asking for my help.

For my time off, I went to Washington. I needed to keep a close eye on them, I mean I knew them, but they had no idea who I was. I saw they would visit this bar regularly; it was cute to watch them all sit around a table and drink, share jokes, and laughs like they weren’t all killers.

As I observed them, I noticed something interesting. Dr Reid was always the quiet one, the observer, the thinker. He would take in everything that was happening around him, like he was seeing through people's masks and into their true selves.

Then, I saw SSA Hotchner enter the bar, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on the table where his team sat. He walked over to them, his demeanour serious, and they all seemed to straighten up in their seats. It was like they knew he was the boss, the one who held all the power.

But as I watched them, I realized something else. They were a family, dysfunctional and flawed, but a family, nonetheless. They had each other's backs, no matter what. It was nice, sometimes I wished I had a team like that, but I knew I worked better on my own.

I continued to watch them, intrigued. They were all so different, yet they worked together seamlessly. They were all intelligent and skilled in their own ways, but Dr Reid stood out to me. There was something about him that drew me to him, something vulnerable, something broken. I wondered what it was that had led him down the path he had taken.

I knew his basic history, his troubled mother, his absent father, the bullying he had faced and how he had then lost his only other father figure, Jason Gideon. But I wanted to know about him.

I decided to approach Dr Reid. I knew he was smart, but I didn’t expect him to see through my disguise so quickly. He looked at me with his beautiful brown hazel eyes, I knew he was sizing me up.

“What can I do for you?” he asked, his voice calm and measured.

“Are you Dr Reid, I know this may seem creepy, but I saw you standing here I couldn’t believe it, so I’m just making sure it’s you.” I said with a soft smile.

“I am indeed. What’s your name?” He asked in a neutral tone.

I hesitated for a moment. I knew I had to be careful. “My name is Emily.”

“Well, Emily, what exactly can I do for you?” He asked with a smile, well more like a smirk.

“I wanted to talk to you about your work with the BAU. I’ve read some of your papers, and I think you are pretty amazing” I said, hoping to gain his trust.

Dr Reid raised an eyebrow in suspicion, but he didn't seem to be hostile towards me. "Thank you. But what do you want to know exactly?" he asked, his gaze never leaving mine.

"I'm just curious about the work you do, the cases you solve. I find it fascinating, and I thought it would be great to pick your brain a little," I said, trying to sound as friendly as possible.

Dr Reid gave me a small smile, and I could see the gears turning in his head. "I see. Well, I can't talk about ongoing cases, but I'm happy to chat about the work we do in general," he said, his tone polite.

I nodded eagerly, feeling a rush of excitement. Dr Reid was actually talking to me, and I could feel a strange connection forming between us. "That's great. So, what's the most challenging case you've worked on so far?"

Dr Reid's face grew serious as he thought back on his experiences. "There have been many challenging cases, but the ones that stick with me the most are the ones involving children. It's heart-breaking to see the amount of suffering they go through and the pain it causes their families," he said, his eyes filled with sadness.

I nodded, feeling a pang of sympathy for him. "That must be tough," I said, my voice soft.

He looked at me, his expression curious. "Why are you interested in this? Are you a student of some kind?"

I shook my head, trying to keep my composure. "No, I just find it fascinating. The human mind and what drives people to do the things they do," I said, hoping he wouldn't see through my lies.

Dr Reid continued to study me, his gaze piercing as he tried to determine my true intentions. I could feel my heart racing in my chest, wondering if he could sense my true nature.

Finally, he seemed to relax slightly, nodding in understanding. "I can certainly understand the fascination. It's a complex and often troubling field, but one that can also be incredibly rewarding," he said, his tone thoughtful.

I smiled, relieved that he didn't seem to suspect anything. "Exactly. I've always been drawn to the darker side of things, I suppose," I said, trying to sound casual.

Dr Reid's expression grew more serious, and he leaned in slightly. "Be careful with that kind of fascination. It's easy to get lost in the darkness, and it can be hard to find your way back," he said, his voice low.

I couldn't help but be intrigued by Dr Reid's warning. It was like he knew something about me that even I didn't know.

"I'll keep that in mind," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Dr Reid nodded and leaned back, seeming to relax once again. We continued to chat for a while, discussing various cases and theories about criminal behaviour. I found myself drawn to his intelligence and passion for his work. It was like he could see right through me, like he knew my every thought and desire.

As we talked, I couldn't help but feel a growing attraction towards him. There was something about his vulnerability and his intelligence that made me want to know him more intimately. I knew I should be careful, but the pull was too strong. I had to have him.

I could see the desire in his eyes as he spoke, the way he looked at me with a mix of curiosity and intensity. It was like he was trying to figure me out, to understand me on a deeper level.

I knew I had to make my move. "Hey, do you want to get out of here?" I asked, my voice low and seductive.

Dr Reid looked at me, his expression unreadable. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice cautious.

"I mean, do you want to come back to my hotel room with me?" I said, my hand reaching out to touch his arm.

Dr Reid pulled back slightly; his eyebrows furrowed in concern. "I'm not sure that's a good idea. I hardly know you," he said, his voice hesitant.

I leaned in closer, my lips almost touching his ear. "You know me enough. Trust me, it'll be worth it," I whispered, my hand sliding down his arm.

Dr Reid hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering between my face and my hand on his arm. I could see the conflict in his eyes, the desire warring with caution.

Finally, he made his decision. "Alright," he said, his voice low.

I grinned triumphantly, leading him out of the bar and towards my hotel room. As we walked, I could feel his eyes on me, studying me intently. It was like he was trying to figure me out, to understand the darkness that lay within me.

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You’re on your own| Spencer Reid

Summary: After releasing Spencer will never love you back, you take some time of work to work on your mental health. However, an unsub the team have been working to find, finds you first.

Content: Fem!reader. Threats against life. Mention of weapons. Mention of blood. It’s full of angst (I guess some fluff but not much). This is a bit darker than anything else I’ve written before, but I really enjoyed writing this one. So, I hope you enjoy

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You had been in love with Spencer from the moment you had laid your eyes on him, but he most definitely didn’t feel the same way. He had been on dates or fallen in love with serval women while you had known him, and you had just come to terms that you two would never happen, so you just started looking elsewhere.

At work you barely interacted with him anymore. You two weren’t the greatest friends to start off with, but now you only talked to him when necessary. Everyone, but him, had noticed. Luke asked if you two had had an argument or something, but you just shrugged him off. Emily and JJ asked if everything was alright, which you would always say “yes, I don’t know why you don’t think everything if alright.”

You were only ignoring him to get over your crush, but you were always seemingly pushing away all of your friends in the process. Emily, JJ, Tara, Luke, and Penelope now never mentioned Spencer around you. They all knew something was going on, but didn’t want to ask, and all you really wanted to do was rant how he never seemed to realise you were right there in front of him.

After one practically gruelling you didn’t speak a word to any of your friends/team while on the flight back, or while in the Quantico. Once you were in the safety of your apartment you burst into tears, wondering if you were ever going to be good enough for anyone. JJ text you asking if you were okay as you seemed abnormally quiet. You didn’t reply. You didn’t want to push anyone away, but this is what you did when you were down.

You ignored everyone for the days you had off, putting dnd on your phone. You barely left your apartment and would order food, so you didn’t have to grocery shopping. What you didn’t expect to happen was for Spencer to message you.

“Hey, I was wondering if I’ve done something wrong. You haven’t talked to me for a while. You haven’t really talked to anyone. But if I have done something wrong, please tell me.”

You wondered if someone had asked him to text you, but you didn’t reply. You just read of the message. He didn’t send another one. But everyone else was constantly checking in on you. You felt bad, but you just didn’t have the energy to reply to them.

Once you had returned to work, you said sorry to everyone (but Spencer) for ignoring them and just explained the case hit you hard. Spencer kept looking at you, half expecting you to apologise to him, but you simply just ignored him. He asked everyone why you were doing this, but they all told him they didn’t have a clue.

When everyone else had gone to get some lunch, Spencer came up to you.

“Hey, are you okay? You have ignored me all day, you didn’t reply to my message. You haven’t even looked in my direction. What have I done?” He seemed defeated. His voice, while it wasn’t filled with pain and sadness, wasn’t exactly a happy voice.

“Spencer, you haven’t done anything. I just want to be alone. Please, go back to your desk.” It was a short reply, you didn’t look up at him, or acknowledge his presence.

He left, and he didn’t say anything to you. He ignored you, like you ignored him. Everyone was worried, wondering what had happened. Questioning if everything was okay, but like always, you shrugged them off.

You hated how you felt, and how you were treating everyone else. Emily suggested, because of your recent behaviour, you take some time off. She wasn’t forcing you too, but both you and her knew it would be for the best. You reluctantly agreed. You did feel like a burden to everyone around you, you felt like you were pulling them down with, which you knew was unfair.

As you left the BAU, you couldn’t help but feel the weight of everything going on around you. You knew deep down that you couldn't keep going on like this. You needed to sort out your feelings and deal with your emotions before you could come back and face everyone again.

The first few days of your break were difficult. You couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt that was hanging over you like a dark cloud. You spent most of your days in bed, scrolling through social media, and thinking about all the missed opportunities you had with Spencer. You even considered reaching out to him to apologize, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it. It was like your pride was holding you back, and you didn't know how to let go of it.

You knew you needed to go outside at one point, even if it was just for a little walk. As you stepped out of your apartment building, the sun hit your face, and you closed your eyes for a moment, soaking in the warmth. You took a deep breath and started walking towards the shops. You could hear the birds chirping, and it was as if the world had come alive. You felt a sense of peace wash over you, and you realized that maybe taking a break was exactly what you needed.

After you had picked up some groceries, you walked to one of your favourite parks. You sat on a bench and decided to people watch and make up little stories about the people walking by. You watched people chase after their dogs, and friends share jokes and laughs. It felt tranquil, a moment of bliss in a world full of chaos. You hadn’t replied to anyone, but I think everyone was expecting that.

You walked back to your apartment, the peace you once felt had gone. You had a feeling of dreed, like something awful was about to happen to you. You looked around, making sure no one was following you or watching you from a far. You didn’t notice anyone, but you couldn’t put your feelings aside.

Just as you were about to reach your apartment, you heard footsteps behind you. You quickly turned around, but no one was there. You shrugged it off, thinking it was just your imagination playing tricks on you. However, a few minutes later, you heard the footsteps again. This time, they were louder and more distinct. Your heart started racing as you began to feel a sense of panic. You picked up your pace, trying to get to your apartment building as quickly as possible.

You had reached the safety of your apartment, making sure you had locked the door. You turned on the TV, just to make your apartment less quiet and so that your mind couldn’t wonder. As you sat on your couch, you couldn't shake off the feeling that someone was watching you. You tried to convince yourself that it was just your imagination, but the more you tried to ignore it, the stronger the feeling became. You stood up and walked towards the door, peering through the peephole, but you couldn't see anyone outside.

Just as you were about to turn away from the door, you saw a figure in the corner of your eye. You quickly turned back to the peephole, but the figure was gone. You backed away from the door, heart racing and palms sweating.

You decided to call Emily, hoping that she would answer and calm you down. She picked up after a few rings, and you could tell from her voice that she was worried.

“Are you okay? What’s going on?” Emily asked.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your voice. “I don’t know, Emily. I just have this feeling that someone is watching me. I went to the park near where I live, and when I started walking back home, I got this sudden feeling that someone was following me. I don’t want to seem paranoid, but I just can’t shake this feeling.”

“Okay. Do you want me to come over?”

“No, I don’t think so. I just wanted to tell someone. I kind of wanted you to tell me I sounded stupid and that of course you feel like this, you work to catch bad people all the time, these feelings are normal.”

Emily was quiet for a moment before speaking in a calm and reassuring voice. "It's okay to feel scared sometimes. It doesn't make you stupid. And you're right, we catch bad people for a living, so it's normal to feel like this. But if you want, I can come over and we can talk about it more."

You felt relieved that Emily didn’t think you were stupid, but you didn’t want to be a burden to her. “No, Em. It’s fine. I’ll text you later.”

“Okay. But if you keep feeling like this, call me again and I’ll come straight over.” Emily hung up after saying that.

You turned back on your TV and make some food. Though the feeling persisted, you didn’t call Emily again, you really didn’t want to course any problems for her or be a burden.

As the night progressed, the feeling of being watched only grew stronger. You tried to shake it off and distract yourself with TV shows and books, but nothing seemed to help. You couldn't dismiss the nagging sensation of being followed or watched.

You decided to take matters into your own hands and investigate. It was a risky move, but you couldn't just sit around waiting for something to happen. You quickly grabbed your coat and left your apartment, determined to find out who or what was causing these feelings of dread.

As you walked down the dimly lit street, you kept looking over your shoulder, trying to spot anyone suspicious. You tried to act casual, but you couldn't shake off the feeling that you were being followed. You quickened your pace, hoping to reach the end of the street before anything could happen.

Just as you turned the corner, you saw a shadowy figure standing in the middle of the road. Your heart skipped a beat, and you froze in place. The figure started moving towards you, and you could hear its heavy breathing.

You tried to run, but your legs felt like they were made of lead. The figure was getting closer and closer, and you could feel it’s hot breath on your neck. You turned around to face your attacker, but before you could even get a good look at them, they grabbed you and pulled you into an alleyway. You tried to scream, but their hand was firmly over your mouth, muffling any sound.

You struggled against your attacker, but their grip was too strong. You could feel their body pressing against yours, and you knew that you were in danger.

You closed your eyes, trying to calm yourself down and think of a way out of the situation. As you opened your eyes, you saw the glint of a knife in the attacker's hand. You knew then that you were in grave danger and started to panic.

The attacker pushed you up against the wall, the knife now pressed against your throat. You could feel the cold metal against your skin, and you shuddered in fear.

“Don't. Move.” The attacker's voice was low and menacing, and you knew that they weren't going to let you go without a fight.

You tried to reason with them, to plead for your life. “Please...let me go...I won't tell anyone...”

The attacker chuckled darkly, and you knew that your words had fallen on deaf ears. They leaned in closer, their breath hot against your face. “Oh, I know you won't tell anyone. Even if you did, they wouldn’t care. You’ve pushed them all away, and now they don’t care about you.”

Your heart sank at the attacker's words. They were right - you had been pushing people away, isolating yourself from those who cared about you. But you didn't deserve to die for it. You mustered up all of your courage and looked the attacker straight in the eye.

"Please, I don't want to die," you said, your voice trembling. "I'll do anything. Just let me go."

“Anything, huh? God, hearing, and FBI agent beg for their life isn’t something I thought I’d ever hear. But here is what is going to happen. You’re going to come with me, not making a sound, and you are going to help me out. Okay?”

The attacker loosened their grip on you, and you took the opportunity to nod your head in agreement. You didn't know what they wanted from you, but you knew that you had to do whatever it took to stay alive. You were an FBI agent; you were trained for these situations. You knew how to fight, but right now you were a victim, one who hadn’t be specially trained, one who didn’t know how to handle these types of situations and one who, apparently, had no friends left who would help them out or who cared about them.

The attacker led you deeper into the alleyway, their grip firm on your arm. You tried to think of a way out of this, but your mind was blank. You were scared, and you didn't know what was going to happen to you.

As you walked, you noticed that the walls of the alleyway were covered in graffiti. You saw a message scrawled on the wall in bright red paint and gasped. It was a message from the notorious serial killer, the one that you had been tracking for months. This couldn't be a coincidence.

You turned to the attacker, your heart racing. "Are you working for him? Are you his accomplice?"

The attacker smirked. "Why don't you come with me and find out?"

You had a feeling that this wasn't going to end well, but you knew that you had to keep your wits about you if you were going to get out of this alive.

You followed the attacker through the alleyway, your mind racing as you tried to come up with a plan. You didn't know who this person was or what they wanted, but you knew that you had to stay alert and focused if you were going to make it out of this alive.

The attacker led you to a rundown building on the outskirts of town. They pushed you inside and closed the door behind you. You found yourself in a dimly lit room, the walls covered in damp and mould.

The attacker sat down on a chair in the corner of the room, watching you with a cold and calculated gaze. You could feel their eyes on you, and you knew that you were in danger.

"What do you want from me?" you asked, your voice shaking.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to ask you to murder anyone. I want you to be a warning to the rest of your team, not to come looking for me. They’ve been working on my case while you’ve been away, and I don’t want them too anymore. So, you, are going to be warning.”

You felt a chill run down your spine at the attacker's words. They wanted to use you as a warning to your own team. It was a sick and twisted plan, and you knew that you couldn't let it happen.

"I won't be a part of this," you said firmly. "I won't let you use me as a pawn in your twisted game."

The attacker laughed, standing up from their chair and walking towards you. "Oh, but you don't have a choice, do you? You either do what I say, or you die. It's that simple."

You stood your ground, staring the attacker straight in the eye. "I'd rather die than become a part of your sick game."

The attacker shrugged. "Suit yourself." They pulled out the knife and lunged towards you. He stabbed you, just above your heart. You felt you self-losing hope, even if this one wasn’t fatal, you knew he wouldn’t stop till you were dead. You felt yourself slump to the floor, you knew it wasn’t going to be long till you lost consciousness, you had no fight left in you.

As you lay there dying, you thought about all the people you had pushed away. You regretted not reaching out to them, not telling them how much you loved them. You wished you had spent more time with them, made more memories.

But it was too late for that now. You closed your eyes, accepting your fate. You wished that you had told Spencer how you felt, and you couldn’t believe that was going to be one of your last thoughts. You heard the man walk away. You felt so weak, you had nothing last. You just gave up, knowing that no one now would really care that you had gone.

Emily had grown worried. You hadn’t texted or called her back. She thought you would have by now. She decided to go to your apartment to check on you. As she walked up to your door, she could hear your phone ringing through the door. She knocked, but there was no answer. Worried, she used her spare key to let herself in.

As she walked into your living room, she saw your phone lying on the coffee table. It was Spencer calling, and Emily knew that something was wrong. She called your name, but no reply. She searched your entire apartment looking for you, but you were nowhere. She called JJ to see if she had heard from you, but the last she heard anything from you was when you were last in the office. Everyone else had the same answer when she called them.

She asked the team to come over, to see if they could spot anything she couldn’t. Everyone was worried about you. As the team arrived, they saw Emily pacing around the living room, phone in hand. She quickly filled them in on her worries and the fact that you were missing. She explained how you had called her earlier saying that you thought someone was watching you, and that you would call her if anything happened.

Spencer was the one to look in your bedroom, as he was searching, he kept thinking how he thought this was somehow his fault. He saw the pictures you had around your room of you and your old college friends, or family pets. But there was no evidence in there of anything. JJ had suggested that you had gone somewhere, but Emily said you wouldn’t go anywhere with your phone. Rossi tried to suggest that maybe you left your phone so that they wouldn’t be able to trace you, but Emily said that was stupid considering that call she had received earlier. Luke and Tara just kept pacing around your apartment, looking for anything, but they found nothing.

As the team continued to search your apartment, the sound of Emily's phone ringing filled the silence. She answered it quickly, hoping that it would be you on the other end of the line.

"Hello?" Emily said, her voice shaking slightly.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, and then a voice spoke. It was distorted, and Emily couldn't make out what it was saying.

"Who is this?" Emily demanded, her heart racing.

The voice spoke again, and this time Emily could hear it more clearly. "You'll find your friend in an alleyway on the outskirts of town," the voice said. "But you better hurry. She doesn't have much time left."

Emily's heart sank as she hung up the phone. The team looked at her, fear etched on their faces.

"We have to go find her," JJ said, her voice determined.

The team rushed out of your apartment and into the streets, determined to find you before it was too late. They piled into their cars and sped towards the location that the voice had mentioned.

As they arrived at the alleyway, they saw a figure lying motionless on the ground. They rushed towards you, praying that it wasn't too late. As they got closer, they saw the blood seeping out of your body and onto the pavement. They knew that they didn't have much time.

Spencer checked for a pulse, and thankfully, there was one. They had to act quickly to save you. Rossi called for an ambulance, while JJ and Tara tried to stop the bleeding. Emily sat by your side, holding your hand tightly and praying that you would make it.

As the ambulance arrived, the team helped load you onto the gurney. Emily rode with you to the hospital, holding your hand the entire way. She couldn't bear the thought of losing you. She thought about all the times you had laughed together, shared secrets and dreams. She couldn't imagine a world without you in it.

As the doctors rushed you into surgery, the team waited anxiously in the waiting room. They didn't know if you would make it or not, but they knew they had to have faith. They sat together, silent, and scared, waiting for any news.

No one could bear the thought of losing you, you were always there for them. Not long ago you would have answered their calls and listened to them rant about everything and anything. Spencer, though, felt the worst out of all of them. He was good at his job, he had known for some time that you had feelings for him, and it wasn’t like he didn’t have any for you, but he didn’t want to lose someone else he loved. He silently cried, hoping you would make it.

As the hours ticked by, the team was filled with anxiety and worry. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the surgeon emerged from the operating room.

"Is she okay?" Emily asked, her voice trembling.

The surgeon sighed. "She's stable, but it was touch and go for a while. We managed to stop the bleeding, but the knife wound was deep. She's still in critical condition, but we're hopeful that she'll make a full recovery."

The team breathed a collective sigh of relief. They knew that you still had a long road ahead of you, but at least you were alive. They thanked the surgeon and waited patiently for you to be brought to a room.

As they sat by your bedside, they could see the machines monitoring your vitals. They could hear the steady beeping of the heart monitor, and they knew that it was a good sign. Emily held your hand tightly, tears streaming down her face.

Spencer watched from the corner of the room, his heart heavy with guilt and regret. He wished he had told you how he felt sooner before it was almost too late. He wished he had been the one to protect you from harm, instead of the one who inadvertently caused it. He knew he had a lot to make up for if you were to recover.

In the days that followed, the team took turns staying by your side, never leaving you alone for a moment. They brought you flowers, cards, and small gifts, hoping to bring some comfort during your recovery. Spencer was always there, holding your hand and whispering words of encouragement. He was determined to make things right with you, to show you how much he cared.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, you opened your eyes. You saw the team surrounding you, and Spencer's face filled with relief. You tried to speak, but your throat felt dry and sore. Emily handed you some water.

As you took a sip of water, you looked around the room and saw the worried faces of your team. You knew that something bad had happened, but you couldn't remember what it was. You tried to speak again, but your throat was still too sore.

Emily leaned in closer to you. "You were attacked," she said softly. "But you're going to be okay."

As the memories flooded back, you felt a wave of fear wash over you. You remembered the pain of being stabbed and the feeling of helplessness as you lay bleeding on the ground. But as you looked around the room, you saw the love and support of your friends, and you knew that you weren't alone.

Spencer leaned in close to you. "I'm so sorry," he whispered. "I should have protected you."

You shook your head weakly. "It wasn't your fault," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

But Spencer wouldn’t hear it. “But you took time off because of me, and don’t pretend you didn’t. If, if I had said anything to you, then you wouldn’t have done that and you wouldn’t be laying in this hospital bed.”

“Spencer, please don’t blame yourself. None of this is your fault, and you didn’t need to say anything to me. Sometimes the person you love doesn’t love you back and that’s okay. But the man who did this got into my head and told me I was on my own, and that you guys didn’t care about, and that I pushed you all away. I’m so sorry for how I treated you.”

Spencer squeezed your hand. "You have nothing to apologize for. We're just glad you're okay."

You smiled weakly at him, grateful for his kind words. You knew that it would take time to heal both physically and emotionally, but you also knew that you had the support of your friends.

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Sold my Soul | Spencer Reid

Summary: You’re out celebrating with your friends after a recent work accomplishment. Where you bump into Spencer Reid who is working on a case in your city. fem!reader. This is my first time writing smut outside of an overall story, so there is a plot. I hope you enjoy it:)

Content: Dom! Spencer . Sub! reader. Use of nicknames (good girl). Smut (with a plot). Overstimulation. Oral (M and F receiving) Fingering (F receiving) MDNI. 18+

words: 5.3k

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You like to have things under control, but I mean who doesn’t? You could be relaxed on the surface, all calm and collected, all your friends said you had a calming presence. But if one thing went wrong in your daily routine you would be stressed thinking your whole day had gone wrong.

But today was a big, you had an important meeting with your editor. You took a deep breath and tried to calm yourself as you checked the time once again. You were running five minutes late, and now all you could think about is how unprofessional this would look and how unprepared you felt. You had spent countless hours working on your latest novel, and the idea of someone finding a fault in your writing was making you beyond anxious.

You rushed out of your apartment, taking the stairs two at a time. You reached the street just in time to see your uber pulling up to the curb. The driver gave you a nod and a smile as you climbed into the back seat. You smiled back politely but couldn’t find it in you to make small talk. Your mind was solely focused on your meeting ahead. You had been working on your latest novel for months, pouring your heart and soul into every word.

But as the meeting drew closer, you began to second-guess yourself. What if your editor hates your work? What if they find plot holes or inconsistencies that you have missed? The thoughts swirled around in your head like a tornado, and you couldn’t shake them off.

As the car pulled up to the publishing house, you took a deep breath and stepped out onto the street. You smoothed out your clothes and adjusted your bag, trying to regain some semblance of control. But as soon as you walked through the glass door, your anxiety escalated.

The meeting was difficult, but you felt it was successful. Your editor had a handful of constructive criticisms, but all in all, they loved your work. You let out a sigh of relief as you left the publishing house, feeling like a weight had been lifted of your shoulders.

You had decided to call your closest friends to go out and celebrate afterwards. They were always down to go drinking, for celebrations or to commiserate. As you walked towards the nearest bar in the city, your mind was still racing from the meeting. You couldn’t believe that your editor had loved your work, and you couldn’t wait to celebrate with your friends. You pushed open the door to the bar, the sound of laughter and music hitting you as you stepped inside.

Your friends were already there, waving to you from the corner of the room. You made your way over, taking a seat beside them. You could feel the nervous energy draining from your body as your ordered a round of drinks for the table.

As the night went on, the drinks kept coming. You let yourself relax completely, enjoying the company of your friends and the new sense of freedom that came with having your novel approved. The bar kept getting louder and more crowded as the night went on.

Your friends went to get some drinks, as you just wanted to sit and enjoy the atmosphere for a moment. As you were people watching, you saw a group of about five/six people all sitting together. Each one of them was more attractive than the next. But one specifically caught your eye. He was fairly tall, around 6-foot, mediumish brown curly hair, hazel brown eyes and a face sent straight from the Greek gods. You looked at him and you just couldn’t look away. As he caught you looking, he flashed you a smile that made your heart race. You quickly looked away, feeling embarrassed that you had been caught staring. But you couldn’t help but glance back, and you found that he was still looking at you, a playful smirk on his lips.

Suddenly, your friends were back at the table, loudly chatting and laughing as they set down their drinks. You tried to focus on their conversation, but you found yourself stealing glances at the handsome stranger across the room.

You turned back to your friends and as asked, “do you guys see that group of people? Do you think they are all like models or something?”

Both of your friends turned to look at the group of strangers, looking, more like judging, each one.

Lucy was the first to say something, “I think they are. Or whatever job they are in, requires them to look as beautiful as possible.”

Alice than spoke, “it almost feels like I’m dreaming. The two older guys are making me question myself.”

You chuckled at Alice’s comment. “What about the guy with the brown curly hair? He’s like the most attractive man I have ever seen.” You already knew their answers already, they would tell you how they agreed with you, but he wasn’t their type.

“He’s really hot, but the guy sitting next to him is my cup of tea.” Lucy said with a giggle.

Alice elbowed her and went “I thought you’d more go for the woman with the black hair. I’ve seen you flirt with women like her all the time.”

Lucy looked mildly offended, but in a jokey way.

You all laughed together, while still staring at the random group of strangers. You must have looked like a group of weirdos. You all returned to your drinks, and conversation about each of your days. But your attention kept drifting towards the beautiful stranger across the room, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was interested in you too.

After some time, you excused yourself from the table, making your way to the bar. You ordered a drink and leaned against the counter, trying to act cool and collected. But as you turned around, you found the handsome stranger was standing right beside you.

“Do you make it a habit of staring at strangers and then, obviously, talking about those strangers?” He jokingly asked.

“Not really. Only when they all look like models but stand around like they work for the FBI or something.” You replied with a smile, and the feeling of your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. You couldn’t help but think that he was more even more attractive up close.

“Well, you guessed one of them right. We aren’t all models, but we do work for the FBI. So, were you and your friends all comparing us, seeing which one is more attractive?” He asked in a teasing tone, with a small smirk plastered across his lips.

“Woah, you work for the FBI? That’s so cool, I’ve written books about you guys. And yeah, maybe we were seeing which one of you is more attractive. But we all have different tastes, so we weren’t necessarily comparing, more saying which one we find attractive.” You replied, feeling a smile tug at the corners of your lips. You couldn’t resist the charm of the handsome stranger.

“Well, I hope you found someone to your liking,” he said turning to look at you fully. “Because I think I might have found someone of mine.”

“You have? Who is it? Is it one of my friends, because if it is, I have disappointing news. Also, I’m Y/N. I don’t normally introduce myself to strangers, but I am kinda drunk right now.”

“It’s not one of your friends,” he said, with a chuckle. “And it’s nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Spencer. You’re smart for not giving out your last name, would be easy to track you down.”

“Is that a threat, Spencer? But don’t worry, I only give my last name out on like the second date with someone.” You say with some confidence.

“Not a threat, just a warning. You never know who you’ll meet in a bar,” he said, his eyes sparkling with humour. “So, Y/N, what brings you out tonight? Celebrating something?”

You hesitated for a moment, unsure if you wanted to share the news of your novel being approved with a stranger. But something in the way Spencer was looking at you made you feel like you could trust him.

“Actually, I just got my novel approved by my editor. It’s been a long time coming, and I needed to celebrate with my friends,” you said, feeling a little proud of yourself. “What about you, Spencer? What brings you out tonight?”

“Oh, just blowing off some steam with my colleagues. We’ve been working on a tough case for a while. I think we are all missing home.” His voice seemed to have some hurt behind it.

“Oh no. I’m so sorry. But you’ve come to probably one of the worst bars in the city to do that.” You were trying to lighten the mood again.

“Maybe you’re right. But this bar led me to you.” He said with a little chuckle.

Spencer’s words sent a shiver of excitement down your spine. You couldn’t help but feel drawn to him, despite knowing almost nothing about him. His hazel eyes sparkled with amusement as he watched you, and you found yourself smiling in response.

“Am I really that interesting, Spencer?” You asked, unable to resist teasing him a little bit.

“Of course, you are, Y/N. You’re smart, beautiful, and you’ve just had a major accomplishment. What’s not to find interesting?” he replied, his voice low and smooth.

As the night wore on, you found yourself constantly drawn back to Spencer. Your conversations flowed easily, and you couldn’t help but feel like you’d known him for years.

As the bar closed, your friends began to leave, but Spencer was still standing beside you. You could tell he was hesitant to leave, but you couldn’t tell if that because of you or something else entirely.

“Hey, do you want to go for a walk? It’s a nice night out,” you suggested, hoping he would say yes.

Spencer’s eyes sparkled with interest as he replied, “Sure, I’d love to. But I just need to make a call first. I’ll meet you outside in ten minutes?”

You nodded, feeling your heart race with anticipation. As you walked outside, the cool night air hit you, and you shivered in response. You wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to keep warm as you waited for Spencer.

When he finally emerged from the bar, you felt your heart skip a beat. He looked even more striking in the moonlight, and you couldn’t resist the urge to stare.

Spencer caught your gaze and smirked before walking up to you. “Ready to go?”

You nodded, still feeling a little nervous and excited at the same time. As you walked, you talked about everything and anything, from your favourite book to your childhood memories. You found yourself sharing things with Spencer that you had never told anyone before, and you couldn’t deny the connection you felt with him.

Spencer was different from anyone you had ever met. He was smart, funny, and kind, but also mysterious in a way that made you want to know more. You couldn’t help but feel a little intimidated by him, but also drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

“Did I hear you correctly earlier, saying that you’ve written books about the FBI?”

“I have. But I’ve never gone to get them published. They are always murder mystery books. But that’s not really what I write.”

Spencer’s eyes lit up with interest. “Really? What do you mean that’s not what you write?”

“I write typical romance novels. People tend to like them; I mean I’m not famous but I’m not unknown.”

Spencer looked at you with a newfound interest. “Romance novels, huh? That’s interesting. What inspired you make the switch from murder mysteries to romance?”

You shrugged, feeling a little embarrassed. “I guess it was just a personal preference. I wanted to write about love, and the idea of giving characters happy endings was really appealing to me.”

Spencer nodded, seeming to understand. “I can see why that would be appealing. It’s nice to have control over what happens in your own little world, even if it’s just in your writing.”

You smiled, feeling grateful for Spencer’s understanding. “Exactly. Plus, I love the idea of creating characters that people can fall in love with. It’s kind of like bring people together in a way, even if it’s just fiction.”

Spencer nodded thoughtfully. “I understand that you can’t control love or your own love story in real life. It takes a lot of skill to create characters that people can connect with on that level.”

“It takes a lot of skill to work for the FBI.” You say with a giggle.

Spencer chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “I suppose it does. But I’m just doing my job, like anyone else.”

You shook your head, feeling a sense of admiration for Spencer. “No, what you do is amazing. You and your colleague risk your lives every day to keep people safe. That’s something truly special.”

Spencer looked at you, his eyes softening. “Thank you, Y/N. That means a lot coming from you.”

As you continued to walk, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of closeness with Spencer that you had never felt with anyone before. It was as if he could see right through you, past all your insecurities and doubts, and still accept you for who you were.

As the night wore on, you found yourself slowing down, wanting to savour every moment with Spencer. You were afraid that once the night ended, you would never see him again.

“I’m guessing the case isn’t over yet, so you should probably get back to your hotel so you can get a rest.”

Spencer nodded, seeming to understand. “Yeah, we still have a lot of work to do tomorrow. But I don’t want this night to end just yet.”

You looked up at him, feeling a little shy. “Me neither.”

Spencer smiled, “Then let’s keep walking. I don’t want to say goodbye to you just yet, Y/N.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, and you couldn’t deny the attraction you felt towards his. As you continued to walk, you felt Spencer’s gaze on you, and you couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious. “Is everything okay, Spencer?”

He nodded, his eyes never leaving your face. “Yeah, I’m just trying to figure something out.”

You looked at him, feeling a little confused. “What do you mean?”

“My friends, the people you saw at the bar, said I should try and not talk about work, and find someone who doesn’t work with us. I thought it was going to be difficult. But then I met you.” Spencer’s voice was low and intense, and you could feel his hot breath on your cheek.

You blushed, feeling a little overwhelmed by his sudden confession. “What are you trying to figure out, Spencer?”

“What this means. I mean I know what it means, kind off. But how someone so perfect, could just be sitting in a bar that I just so happened to go into. I mean I know the chances, it’s just so strange.”

You looked at Spencer, feeling the same way he did. It was as if fate had brought the two of you together, and you couldn’t help but feel grateful for it.

“I know what you mean,” you said softly. “It’s like we were meant to meet each other.”

Spencer nodded, looking at you with a mixture of awe and admiration. “I don’t want to let this chance slip away.”

You felt a surge of desire at his words, and without thinking, you leaned in and kissed him. Spencer responded immediately, his lips moving hungrily against yours.

You didn’t want to be cliché, you’re a writer, you’re good with words, but this kiss was magical. It was as though the world around you disappeared, leaving only you and Spencer in your own little bubble of passion and desire. You ran your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to you as he deepened the kiss.

As the kiss ended, you looked into Spencer’s eyes, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you. You knew that this was just the beginning of something special, and you couldn’t wait to see where it would take you.

“I don’t want this night to end,” you said softly, feeling a little breathless.

Spencer smiled at you, his eyes shining with affection. “Me neither, Y/N. Let’s not end it just yet then. Also, did you know you actually share less germs with someone if you kiss them, rather than shaking their hands?”

You chuckled, feeling a sense of ease with Spencer. “I guess that makes sense. But I don’t think we need an excuse to kiss each other, do we?”

Spencer leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. “No, Y/N. We don’t need an excuse.”

“You know for been a member of the FBI and been in a place where you are having a practically rough case, you are pretty trusting.”

“Ahh. You see I work with the BAU, which is the behaviour analysis unit, so I read body language and such. I basically profile people, and you don’t seem like you’d murder or kidnap me. So, yes, I am pretty trusting when I can read someone so well.”

You smiled at Spencer, feeling a sense of jealousy and admiration for his skills. “That’s really cool. I wish I had your ability to read people like that.”

Spencer shrugged, looking a little embarrassed. “It’s just something that comes with the job, I guess. But it can be a double-edged sword sometimes. You start to see the worst in people, and it can be hard to trust anyone.”

You looked at him, feeling a sense of sadness at his words. “I’m sorry, Spencer. I can’t imagine how hard that must be.”

Spencer smiled at you, his eyes softening. “It’s okay, Y/N. I have good people around me, like you, who remind me that there’s still good in the world.”

“You think I’m a good person? You’ve only known me for around 2 hours, and you think I’m a good person. Well, I’m glad I’ve made a good impression on you.”

Spencer chuckled, his eyes crinkling in the corners. “Y/N, it doesn’t take long to recognise a good person. And you, my dear, are definitely a good person. I can tell by the way you carry yourself, the way you treat others, and the way you make me feel.”

You blushed, feeling a sense of warmth spread throughout your body. “Thank you, Spencer. That means a lot to me.”

Spencer leaned in, his lips hovering over yours. “And I want to you feel even better.”

He kissed you deeply, his hands caressing your body as he pushed you up against the wall. Spencer’s lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of heat and arousal in their wake. You gasped, feeling a sense of pleasure as he nipped and sucked at your skin.

“I’m sure someone who works with the FBI cannot get public indecency on their record. Do you want to continue this somewhere else, like your hotel room or my apartment?”

Spencer looked up at you, his eyes shining with desire. “My hotel room.”

You nodded, realising that the hotel was only two blocks down. You could feel the lust burning between the two of you, and you couldn’t wait to feel his hands on your body.

You made it to the hotel in no time at all, your hands already exploring each other’s bodies. Spencer’s lips trailed a burning trail of fire down your neck, and you could yourself shudder in his arms.

You pulled open the door to Spencer’s hotel room, turning the lights on as you walked through the doorway. Spencer followed suit; he pulled you closer to him, your hands never leaving your body.

Spencer pulled off your clothes slowly, exploring your body with his eyes. You felt a wave of desire wash over you as he looked at your body, and you wanted nothing more than to feel his hands on you.

Spencer’s lips were basically attached to your neck, and you could feel desire coursing through your body. You could feel his heartbeat thumping against yours, echoing the same rhythm that was currently coursing through your body.

“Do you know people who want to control every aspect of their life, often seek ways to lose control, for other people to control them? A lot of CEOs and bosses will go to professional dominatrixes to help them.”

“What are you saying, Spencer? Are you saying you like to be dominated?” You said in a teasing tone.

He kind of laughed at your comment.

“That’s not what I’m saying at all here. I think you would like to lose control.”

“Is that right?”

Spencer nodded, looking at you with a devilish smirk. “I think you would like to lose control. To know that you are completely at my mercy.”

You gave a short laugh, rolling your eyes. “Yeah, right. Spencer, I don’t think you know me at all.”

“I’m good at reading people. You’re a writer, and I bet that you like to control every aspect of your life. You write the plots, you decide the endings, and you feel that you have complete control over your life.”

You laughed, “You’re right, that’s me.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that, Y/N. And I’m not saying you are wrong for being that way. It’s just that I wonder what you would do if you were completely at the mercy of someone else. Seeing how you like to control everything, I bet you would love for someone to take that control.”

You smirked, biting your lip as you stared at him. “Hmmm, I think you might be on to something there.”

Spencer shook his head, a wolfish grin spreading across his face. “I wonder what you would do if I took control of you.”

“Try me.”

“I would love to try you, Y/N.”

Spencer’s lips claimed yours, and he pushed you down on the bed, his hands roaming over your body greedily. You moaned into his mouth, your body responding to his touch.

You could feel him hardening against you, and you wanted nothing more than to feel him inside of you. He pulled of panties, his mouth trailing a line down your body.”

“I want you to know that I’m going to be in control of you, Y/N. And you’re going to like it.”

He paused, “Do you want me to control you?”

You looked at him, your eyes glinting with desire. “Yes.”

Spencer’s eyes were dark with lust, and you could feel yourself getting wetter just from his gaze.

“I want you to know I’m going to do whatever I want to you.” He bit you hard on the neck, and you could feel your body tense with desire.

“And you’re going to let me.”

You nodded, wanting nothing more than his hands on you. He kissed you hard, his hands gripping your hips tightly. You could feel him crawling up your body, his erection rubbing against your wetness.

“You’re going to let me, because you’re going to love it.”

“I will.”

“You’re going to do everything I tell you to.”

“Yes.”

“You’re going to beg me to fuck you.”

“I am?”

“Uh huh. And I am going to make you cum over and over, until you’re begging me to stop.”

“Please, Spencer.”

You gasped as his fingers found your wetness. He pushed two of them inside of you, slowly pumping them in and out. You could feel yourself tightening around him, your hips bucking in sync with his fingers.

His lips trailing a burning trail down your body. He could tell how badly you wanted to cum, he was reading you like a book.

“Beg me.” Spencer’s eyes were dark with lust.

“Please, Spencer. I want to cum”.

“I know you can do better than that. Be a good girl, and tell me how badly you want to cum.”

“I want to come so fucking badly, please. Please, Spencer, let me cum.”

His pace fastened, you moaned at Spencer’s actions and his words. He moved his thumb towards your clit, he pressed down hard. He could feel you tightening even more around him.

You were so close to cuming, the anticipation of your orgasm was almost painful. Your pussy was dripping wet, and you could feel the juices flowing down your legs.

“I want you to cum for me.”

Your mouth dropped open, a loud and crude moan leaving your lips. Spencer’s name followed; you were almost singing it. Spencer couldn’t get enough of this. You looked so beautiful like this; this was all for him and he couldn’t believe he was so lucky to get to see you like this.

“That’s it, let it all go.”

Your orgasm hit hard. His kept nursing you through it, showering you with praises. His eyes kept looking over every inch of your body. The orgasm shook through you, your body shaking with desire. You felt him slide his fingers out of you, and you could feel your body shaking with desire.

He leaned over you, his lips brushing a kiss against your neck. He stood up, he was still fully clothed, and you felt exposed. You lay there, watching him take all his clothes off. It gave you the opportunity to look at his body, which you had already known was amazing, but you could appreciate it even more as you watched him in the dim light. He kicked his pants off and walked towards you.

“Spencer” You panted.

“I love the way you say my name.” He smirked. “Can you stand up for me?”

You gently nodded your head, even though your legs felt a little bit like jelly, you wanted to stand for him. You pushed yourself up off the bed, you stood there, looking at him, your eyebrows shot up when you saw the look on his face. He looked at you like he was going to eat you alive, and that sent a shiver down your spine.

“That was only one of many, but I feel like I deserve a reward. Don’t you?”

You nodded your head once again.

“Okay, I’m glad. Now I want you to be a good girl and get on your knees for me, is that okay?”

You nodded your head, your breath quickening.

“Good girl, now I want you to take my cock out, but don’t touch it.”

You slowly sank to your knees in front of him, watching as his eyes roamed over your body.

He felt himself get harder, the look in your eyes made him feel like the king of the world.

“Take it out.”

You heard him moan in appreciation. You slowly pulled down his boxers, watching as he carefully stepped out. You reached out your hand, wrapping your fingers around him.

“I didn’t say you could touch it just yet, did I?”

“No, sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, just tell me you won’t do it again.”

“I won’t do it again.”

“Good girl.” He smirked. “Now I want you to put my dick into your mouth.”

You heard him hiss as you took him into your mouth. He kept looking down at you and you could see the lust in his eyes.

You could feel yourself getting wetter, just hearing him moan was enough to drive you wild. He fucked your mouth, and the way he moved in and out, would make anyone cum.

“That’s it baby,” he moaned. “I want you to suck my cock until I cum in your mouth.”

Your heart was racing. You could feel his dick twitching in your mouth.

You ran your tongue over the head and feeling him shudder under your touch.

“Oh yes, just like that.”

“You’re doing so good.” He panted. “I’m so fucking close.”

You tried to take him deeper into your mouth, but it was hard.

“I’m going to cum.” He moaned.

Your mouth filled with his sticky cum. He moaned out loudly, before he pulled himself out of your mouth. You looked up at him, and he smiled down at you.

“You look so beautiful like this. I’m so lucky that I will be able to relive this image over and over again.”

“I want you to lay on the bed. But do not touch yourself.”

You did as you were told. You can’t believe a man this hot was having sex with you, you could barely believe that he knew exactly what to do to you.

He climbed on the bed, his kissed you, his tongue fighting for dominance in your mouth. He started to kiss you all the way down your body, your body felt like it was on fire. His mouth finally landed on your clit, his fingers found their way back to your pussy.

“I love how wet you are.” He moaned. You could feel the vibrations from his mouth against your clit, making the pleasure even more intense.

You were moaning uncontrollably. Your hips were rocking against his face and fingers. You knew you were getting close.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum.” You moaned.

He kept working his mouth against your clit, and his fingers against your pussy. He knew exactly what you needed.

“Come for me baby.” He moaned.

Your back arched, you moaned out his name. He moaned against you, the vibrations adding more to your orgasm. He slowed down as your orgasm slowed down. He gently blew on your clit, causing you to squirm.

He pulled himself up, kissing you passionately on the lips, his tongue exploring your mouth. His hands glided down your body. You were in total bliss, everything about this man was perfect.

As you thought you were actually in heaven, you heard a phone ringing and Spencer got off the bed. He grabbed his phone and walked into his bathroom. He was in there for a few minutes. He walked out with a sombre look on his face.

“I’m so sorry, there’s been a lead in the case, I have to go. You can stay here for the night if you want to, but if you don’t, please leave your number. This can’t be the last time I see you.”

You nodded; you felt a wave of sadness wash over your body.

“I’ll give you my number, I think I’ll head home. I don’t want this to be the last time I see you either.”

You read your number out to Spencer and started to get dressed. He gave you a quick kiss on your cheek and left. You felt hopeful you’d see Spencer again, but it still hurt that you wouldn’t be falling asleep in his arms today.

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Enamoured Expectations|| Spencer Reid

Summary: You and Spencer have been dating for a while (there isn’t a specific timeline in this story, so you could have been dating for as long as you want) and Penelope tells you a hunch she has.

Content: Established relationship. Use of Y/N and Y/L/N. This is all just fluff. Fem! reader.

words: 1.4k

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You were truly and utterly deeply in love with Dr Spencer Reid. You knew if you hadn’t been friends with Penelope, you two may have never met, and even if you had, you doubt that Spencer would have even given you a second look. Spencer treats you like a princess, he texts you every chance he gets when he is on a case, he buys you flowers and books when you are feeling down, he orders your favourite food when you don’t feel like eating, he calls you beautiful when you are feeling ugly, and he always says “I love you” before going anywhere.

Whenever the team was away on a case, you would go hangout with Penny. She was your best friend after all. You would bring her lunch and let her rant about whatever case they were all working on at the moment. She would always bring up how Spencer couldn’t shut up about you and how amazing you are. Penny thought she was the best match maker to walk on this earth.

On one particular evening, you were hanging out with Penny at her apartment. Spencer was away on a case, but he had called earlier to say goodnight and tell you he loved you. It was sweet and made your heart flutter with joy. You and Penny were watching a movie and munching on popcorn when she suddenly turned to you.

"Y/N, I have something to tell you," Penny said, her eyes sparkling mischievously.

"What is it?" you asked, curious.

"I think Spencer is planning to propose to you," she said, grinning widely.

“What makes you say that?”

Penny leaned in closer, a conspiratorial glint in her eyes. "Well, he's been acting super secretive lately, and he's been asking me a lot of questions about what kind of engagement ring you might like. Plus, he's been talking about the future a lot and how he can't wait to spend the rest of his life with you."

You and Spencer had talked about marriage before, you’ve even talked about having children. You had been in love with the idea of been Mrs Reid, and the mother of his children after the first month of dating each other.

But hearing that Spencer might be planning to propose felt surreal. You felt like you were in a dream, and you didn't want to wake up. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and your hands were shaking with excitement.

"Penny, are you serious?" you asked, trying to contain your emotions.

"Dead serious," Penny replied, nodding her head. "I've never seen Spencer this happy before. I think he's finally ready to take the next step with you."

You felt a rush of warmth spread through your body, and you couldn't help but smile from ear to ear. You had been waiting for this moment for so long, and now it seemed like it was finally going to happen.

"I can't believe it," you said, still in shock. "I mean, I knew we were in love, but I didn't think he was ready for marriage yet."

“If you could hear how he talks about you, how he talks about his future with you, then you would understand that he most defiantly ready for marriage, and more.”

Penny's words hung in the air, and a smile slowly spread across your face as you felt a wave of happiness wash over you. You had always dreamed of spending your life with Spencer, and the thought of him proposing sent shivers down your spine. You could feel your heart racing as you thought about the moment when he would ask you to be his wife.

"Wow," you breathed, still trying to process the news. "I can't believe it. Do you really think he's going to propose?"

"I do," Penny said confidently. "And you know what that means, right?"

You raised an eyebrow at her, not sure where she was going with this.

"It means that you're going to have to start thinking about wedding planning," she said with a grin.

You laughed at her teasing tone, but inside, your mind was already racing with ideas. You had always loved the idea of a small, intimate wedding, surrounded by your closest friends and family.

Spencer had returned home from the case, he seemed down, it had obviously been a tough case. You hated seeing him like this.

You greeted him with a hug and a kiss, feeling happy to be in his arms again. As you both settled on the couch, you couldn't help but notice the sadness in his eyes. You reached for his hand, and he entwined his fingers with yours, holding on tight.

"Is everything okay, Spencer?" you asked, concerned.

He let out a sigh and shook his head. "It's just the case. It was a tough one, and I can't stop thinking about it."

“Is there any way I can help you? Do you need anything?”

“No. You just been here and been you is all the help I’ll ever need.”

You smiled at him, feeling grateful for his love and the comfort he always provided. You knew that talking about the case would help him, but you also knew that he needed some time to process everything on his own.

"Okay, well, if you need anything, just let me know," you said softly, pressing a kiss to his temple.

Spencer leaned his head on your shoulder, and you could feel his warm breath on your skin. You loved the way he fit perfectly against you, and you felt a deep sense of contentment wash over you.

"I missed you so much," he said, his voice muffled against your skin.

"I missed you too, Spencer," you replied, stroking his hair gently.

You loved him like this. He was open with you, he trusted you, and he was vulnerable with you. It made you feel like you had a special place in his heart, and that you were truly meant to be together. As you held him close, you knew that you would do anything to make him happy, and that included saying yes to his proposal.

Suddenly, Spencer sat up and turned to face you. "Y/N, there's something I need to ask you," he said, his eyes shining with intensity.

Your heart skipped a beat as you looked into his eyes. You could see the love and affection he had for you, and you knew that this was the moment you had been waiting for.

"What is it?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Spencer took a deep breath and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a small velvet box and handed it to you, his hands shaking slightly.

"Y/N, I love you with all my heart. You make me happier than I ever thought was possible, and I can't imagine spending my life with anyone else. And I imagined I would do this in a different place, at a different time. But you’ve made it impossible for me to wait any longer. Miss Y/N Y/L/N will you marry me?”

You felt a rush of emotion flood through you as you looked at the small box in your hand. You opened it to reveal a stunning diamond ring, sparkling in the light. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as you realized that this was it. The moment you had been waiting for.

"Yes, Spencer," you said, your voice quivering with excitement. "Yes, I will marry you."

Spencer's face broke into a wide grin, and he pulled you into his arms. You could feel his heart beating against your chest, and you knew that this was where you were meant to be. Together, forever, and always.

As you both sat there, holding each other tightly, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the love you shared. You knew that this was just the beginning of your journey together, and that there would be many more ups and downs along the way. But with Spencer by your side, you truly didn’t care.

The rest of the night was a blur of emotions and excitement. You called your parents, and Spencer called his mom, to share the good news. You of course called Penny, while Spencer informed everyone else on his team. Everyone was thrilled for you both. You couldn't stop staring at the ring on your finger, feeling like the luckiest woman in the world.

This, this was it. Life was only going to get better from here. The world had brought you two together (the world basically been Penny) and you could not be more grateful. Nothing from your past, or his, mattered now. You two had a future together, a future where you would share the same name, and become a family. He was your great love, and you were his.

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The Thrill of kill you| BAU x Unsub Reader

summary: This is all from Hotchs POV. Mentions of SA (not graphic). Mentions of murder. Cat Adams is brought up in this chapter.

Chapter three: No distance left to run:

Everyone wanted this case to be over and done with. We had just caught Cat Adams, and everyone was still very protective over Garcia and Reid. However, whoever was killing these men wasn’t targeting us, but rather people they thought were guilty of certain crimes. Garcia was keeping tracks to see if any other murders were happening with the same motive, but nothing so far.

We all kept going over evidence, no stone was going unturned. All these men were killed in wooded areas, places that people would normally go hunting. Their bodies weren’t hidden, but they weren’t placed in plain sight. The killer obviously wanted the bodies to be found, but not to quickly so they had time to escape. The person who was doing this was very skilled, they knew everything they needed to know before killing and once they had completed the job, they just left.

“Hotch, what are the chances that this person is just a hitman? I mean, all these men had targets on their back.” Asked Emily.

“It’s possible,” I replied, “but the fact that all the victims were accused of sexual assault leads me to believe that this is personal for the killer.”

We continued to brainstorm, trying to find any possible lead that we could follow. I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were missing something crucial, something that could break the case wide open. And then it hit me – we had been so focused on finding the killer in Montana that we hadn’t considered the possibility that there could be multiple killers.

“Garcia, can you look into the possibility of there being more than one killer?” I asked.

“Already on it, boss,” Garcia replied.

Days passed as we waited for Garcia’s results. We continued to work on the case, but it felt like we were just going through the motions. Then, finally, Garcia came through with a breakthrough.

“Okay, so here’s the deal,” Garcia said excitedly. “I did some digging and found out that there’s a slight possibility that we are looking for two people, but I doubt it. Each murder, apart from one, is done the exact same way, no changes. But there is one, a Mr O’Stevens, from around five years ago. His wife received a letter from the killer telling her what her husband had done and that she would never see her husband alive again. After, no more letters. I think the first kill was personal, but now the killer is seeking revenge for other victims.”

My mind was reeling from Garcia's revelation. It made sense. The first kill was personal, but the subsequent murders were done in revenge for other victims of sexual assault. The killer was taking matters into their own hands, seeking justice for those who couldn't get it through the legal system.

We needed to track down this killer or killers before they struck again. We started reviewing all the evidence, looking for any connections or patterns that we might have missed. We needed to catch a break in the case, and soon.

As we were going through the evidence, we received a call from a local police department in Wyoming. They had just found the body of a man who had been accused of sexual assault. He had been killed in the same way as the other victims. The killer was on the move again.

We knew then that we had to act fast. The unsub did not wait around, we knew they weren’t going to be in this state for very long and we had no idea which state they would next show up in.

We mobilized the team and rushed to the scene in Wyoming, hoping to catch a glimpse of the killer or any clues that might lead us to them. The crime scene was in a remote area, deep in the woods. As we approached, we could see the flashing lights of the police cars and the yellow tape cordoning off the area. The body had already been removed, but we needed to see the scene for ourselves to get a sense of what we were dealing with.

We stepped out of the car and were immediately hit with the smell of pine and death. The forest was quiet, as if it was holding its breath, waiting for us to make a move. We approached the scene, flashing our badges to the officers guarding the perimeter. They let us in, and we started to look around.

There nothing out of the ordinary. The crime scene looked like every other one. This unsub was good, professional and knew how to escape undetected. They weren’t going to make it easy for us, and there were most definitely going to more bodies in the future.

I couldn't help but feel frustrated. We were running out of time. There was no telling when the killer would strike again or where they would target their next victim. We needed to find something, anything, that would give us a lead on the unsub.

As we were searching the area, Reid suddenly shouted, "Hey, guys! Over here!"

We all rushed over to where he was, and he pointed to the ground. There, amidst the dirt and leaves, was a small piece of paper.

I picked it up and examined it closely. It was a note, written in messy handwriting. It read: "Justice for the victims. More will come. You can't stop me."

This was the first time the unsub had done something like this, and they were smart. It wasn’t handwritten, there was no evidence of fingerprints on the paper. Why would they start this now though? Did they want to be caught; did they know we were after them?

We needed to act fast before the killer struck again. We knew that this note was a taunt, a challenge to us from the killer. They were telling us that they were unstoppable and that they would continue to take justice into their own hands. We could not let that happen.

As we returned to the FBI field office, the team held a meeting to discuss the new development. There was a sense of urgency in the room, with everyone determined to find the killer before they could strike again. We knew now that this was not just a case of a single killer seeking revenge, but rather a group of individuals who were acting as vigilantes.

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The Perfect Girl || Spencer Reid.

Summary: You are Spencers dream girl, everything is perfect about you. However, there is something you can’t tell Spencer as it will put his life in danger.

Content: Reader is basically on the run from some bad people. AFAB reader who goes by she/her. It’s kind of angst and full of fluff :) Use of Y/N.

Words: 1.5k

You were Spencer’s dream girl; all his colleagues and friends knew you were the perfect girl for him. From the moment Spencer saw you, he knew you were the one. You were smart, you could argue your way out of anything and most importantly you always stood up for what you believed in, no matter the consequences you may face. Spencer could not get enough of you. You were a light in a world full of darkness for him.

So, when you just disappeared, he was left confused and alone. That wasn’t something you would do; it was totally out of character for him. You would have said goodbye, whether that in person, through a text or on a note. You wouldn’t have just left him like this.

Spencer searched for you everywhere. He looked in all the places he thought you might go, the places you mentioned you loved visiting growing up or places you took him, but you were nowhere to be found. As days turned into weeks, Spencer grew more and more frustrated. He missed your fiery spirit and the way you challenged him to be a better person.

He had asked Garcia for help; she could track anyone down. But you were smart. You had left all belongs that could be traced in your old apartment. You didn’t use any bank accounts; you face wasn’t found on any security cameras or systems. You were now just a ghost.

Spencer was at his wit's end. He couldn't bear the thought of never seeing you again. He knew he had to do something, anything to find you. He spent every moment of his free time pouring over any information he could find about you. He was determined to find a lead, no matter how small.

He would get angry at himself, he worked for the FBI, part of his job was searching for people. So why couldn’t he find you? Then he would get angry at you, why did you leave without saying anything, were you in trouble or did you just get bored? Spencer wanted to give up, you obviously didn’t want to be found, so why should he keep searching.

But despite his frustration and anger, Spencer couldn't help but worry about you. He knew that you were capable of taking care of yourself, but he couldn't shake the feeling that you were in trouble. He spent countless nights lying awake, trying to think of any leads or clues that could lead him to you.

He knew that there was only one person he knew that could truly help him in this situation. She had disappeared before, and she was able to keep part of her history a secret. Emily Prentiss. She was the only one who could possibly understand why someone would do this, and where they would go to hide.

Spencer picked up the phone and dialled Emily's number. It rang a few times before she picked up.

"Reid, it's good to hear from you. What's going on?" Emily's voice was warm and comforting.

"It's about Y/N. She's disappeared and I can't find her. I've tried everything. I don't know what to do." Spencer's voice was strained, and he could feel himself starting to panic.

"Okay, Reid. Take a deep breath. Let's go over everything you've done so far." Emily's calm voice helped steady Spencer. They spent the next few hours going over all of Spencer's attempts to find you.

"Okay, I have an idea," Emily finally said. "There's a group of people I used to know. They're kind of like a... rogue organization. They know how to disappear without a trace. If anyone would know where Y/N is, it would be them."

Spencer leaned forward; his interest piqued. "What kind of organization?" he asked.

Emily hesitated for a moment before answering. "They're a group of people who specialize in helping individuals disappear. It's not technically legal, but they only help people who are in danger or need to start fresh for whatever reason."

Spencer nodded, understanding. "Do you think they'll help me find Y/N?"

Emily shrugged. "It's worth a shot. I can make some calls and see if any of my old contacts are still active. But Spencer, you have to understand that this could be dangerous. These people don't mess around."

Spencer didn't care. He was willing to do whatever it took to find you. "I'll do whatever it takes," he said firmly.

You were safe, you weren’t happy, but you were safe. It took all of your will power to disappear and not tell Spencer anything. You loved him, but this needed to happen.

You were now living under a new identity, in a small but quaint town. You had a new job and a new home, but you always had the feeling of someone watching you. You knew your past was eventually going to catch up with you, it was something you had constant nightmares about.

One day, you received a phone call from an unknown number. You answered hesitantly, and a voice on the other end spoke.

"Is this Y/N?" the voice asked.

You froze. How did someone find you? "Who is this?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

"My name is Emily Prentiss. I used to work with Spencer at the FBI."

You felt your heart racing. Did Spencer send her to find you? "What do you want?" you asked, trying to keep your voice calm.

"I know you disappeared for a reason, and I'm not here to judge you for that. Spencer asked for my help in finding you.”

You felt a wave of emotions wash over you. You wanted to see Spencer so badly, but you knew that it was dangerous for both of you. "I appreciate the gesture, but I don't want to be found," you said firmly.

"Y/N, I know you're scared. But Spencer is so worried about you. He misses you so much, and he just wants to know that you're safe," Emily said gently.

Tears welled up in your eyes. You missed Spencer too, but you weren't sure if you were ready to face him just yet. "I need some time to think," you said finally. "Can I call you back?"

"Of course. Take all the time you need. But please, consider talking to Spencer," Emily said before hanging up the phone.

You spent the next few days agonizing over what to do. You missed Spencer more than anything, but you were still afraid. Finally, you decided.

You would meet with Spencer, but only once. You knew that seeing him again would only make it harder to stay hidden. But you couldn't bear the thought of him thinking that you didn't care about him at all.

You called Emily and told her that you were willing to meet with Spencer, but only under certain conditions. Emily agreed and made the necessary arrangements.

The day of the meeting arrived, and you were nervous. You dressed in a plain outfit, nothing that would make you stand out. You arrived at the meeting place and saw Spencer waiting for you.

He looked relieved and overjoyed to see you, and it took everything in you not to run into his arms. You sat down across from him, keeping your face hidden as much as possible.

"Y/N," he said softly. "I'm so glad you're okay."

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. Spencer looked at you with concern in his eyes. "Are you okay?" he asked.

“I’m okay, but I am going to have disappear again after this. Spencer, I love you, and I did this for us. I was putting your life in danger and your career in jeopardy. When I was teenager, I got mixed up things, I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. There are people out there who are trying to find me and well kill me.” You paused; you couldn’t let Spencer know everything.

Spencer looked at you, his face full of love and concern. "Y/N, I understand that you were trying to protect me, but I can't bear the thought of losing you again. Please, let me help you. We can figure this out together."

You shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes. "Spencer, I can't let you do that. You have a life here, a job, a future. I can't let my problems drag you down with me."

Spencer reached across the table and took your hand. "Y/N, I love you. I don't care about any of that. All I care about is being with you and keeping you safe. Please, let me help you.”

“Spencer, if I do let you help me. You’ve got to promise that you won’t die or put yourself in harm’s way. Because if you do, I won’t ever be able to forgive myself.”

Spencer looked at you, his eyes full of determination. "I promise, Y/N. I will do everything in my power to keep us both safe. We can do this together."

You looked into his eyes, and you knew that he meant every word. Slowly, you nodded. "Okay, Spencer. I'll let you help me."

Spencer smiled; relief evident on his face. "Thank you, Y/N. We'll figure this out together."

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Chemical Love|| Spencer Reid

Summary: Spencer has feelings for reader but tries to rationalise why he feels that way with logic and science. While reader believes there is no science to love.

Content: GN reader. No warnings, just pure fluff.

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Spencer knew that love was a chemical reaction. He could always rationalise it; he could break it down. He would say that love is just noradrenaline, dopamine and phenylethylamine. Love to him was nothing more than just a chemical reaction happening inside our brains. That’s just the kind of person Spencer was, rational, logical, and smart. He had statistics and facts for everything, he could rationalise almost anything.

But you, he couldn’t rationalise you. You were pretty, caring and loving. You believed in love at first sight and soulmates. If you were someone else, he would argue with you, point out why those things just couldn’t logically happen. If you were someone else, he would ask how such an intelligent person could believe in something so intangible and illogical. But he couldn’t, he couldn’t be the man to ruin love for you.

He couldn’t rationalise how you made him feel. He could have so much to say but he would see you and all thoughts would vanish. If he thought like you, he would say that this is love, that the universe had brought you two together because it had a plan for you, but he wasn’t you. He had no reason to love you, you were in a relationship, you never flirted with him, and you treated him like a friend. But he still wanted to be near you whenever he could be.

If Spencer could step back from logical thinking, he would see that love doesn’t always follow reasoning and logic. He would be able to see that love had no bounds. I mean sure you were already in a relationship, and you would never cheat on anybody but that couldn’t stop love, and it couldn’t stop Spencer from wanting you.

He did try to rationalise it, to find a logical explanation for his feelings, but it was like trying to explain the colour blue to someone who was born blind. Love was irrational, illogical, and yet it was the most powerful emotion in the world. And this was turning his world upside down.

Spencer had always been a man of numbers and facts, but since he met you, he was no longer able to keep his emotions at bay. His heart would skip a beat every time he saw you, and his mind would wander to thoughts of you throughout the day. He knew that he needed to stay away from you, to keep his feelings under control, but he found that he couldn't resist your magnetic pull.

He tried to distract himself by immersing himself in his work, but even that didn’t work. He would find himself staring into space, lost in thought, and his colleagues would often catch him looking at you when he thought they weren't paying attention.

It was torture to be around you, to feel the pull of your energy and your beauty. And yet, he found that he couldn't stay away. He would rationalize his feelings, telling himself that it was just a chemical reaction, a passing infatuation. But the both of you knew that wasn’t true.

Spencer hated how with one mention of your boyfriend he was jealous. He would think to himself that it should be him. He should be the only man to love you, to be there for you, to care for you in that way. He hated your boyfriend and he hated himself for feeling this way.

But he couldn’t help it, it was love after all. I mean he loved everything about you. He loved the way you laughed, the way you spoke, the way you moved. He loved your quirks and your flaws, and he loved the way you looked at him. He loved how he felt when he was around you, how he felt alive and free and happy in a way that he had never felt before.

And if you were to ever admit it, you loved Spencer. Your relationship was coming to end, the both of you had just fallen out of love. But Spencer, you would never be able to fall out of love with Spencer.

You loved the way he was logical and rational, but you also loved the way he looked at you. You loved how he made you feel important and valued. You loved the way his voice softened when he talked to you, and the way he would get lost in thought when he was trying to make sense of something.

You knew that Spencer had feelings for you, but you also knew that he would never act on them. He was too rational, too logical, and too afraid of the consequences. But you couldn't ignore the fact that you had feelings for him too. You tried to push them aside, to rationalise them away, but they persisted.

So, when you had broken up with your boyfriend, you decided it was now or never. You walked over to his desk, to see him lost in his work. He was so attractive like this; I mean he was attractive all the time, but he was especially attractive like this.

You had thought about admitting your feelings to Spencer for a long time, but now you were actually doing it, you had no idea what to say. So, you tapped him on the shoulder, and he looked up, surprised to see you standing there. You took a deep breath and spoke before you lost your nerve.

"Spencer, I need to tell you something," you said, your heart pounding in your chest.

He looked at you expectantly, his expression curious but guarded. He had every right to be. I mean you would be too. But you couldn’t hold back anymore, you couldn’t just not admit your feelings for him, because that’s not who you are.

“Spencer, I, erm.” You paused. You were freaking out. Did you really want to do this. What happens if everything is all in your head and he doesn’t feel the same way about you.

“Spencer, I like you. I broke up with my boyfriend, and it’s not because of you. But it’s you. It’s you who I love and I will always love.” You stopped talking, you couldn’t say anything else. You just stared at him, clueless of what he was going to say. God, what happens if he doesn’t actually have feelings for you.

“You don’t have to say anything, but I just wanted you to know.” You stepped back and walked back to your desk. Your eyes filling with tears. You knew you said he didn’t have to say anything back, but you wished he had.

Spencer was stunned. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. He had come to accept his feelings for you, and he was learning how to deal with the fact that you were with someone else. However, he had never expected you to feel the same way he does, let alone express those feelings to him.

Finally, he got up from his desk and walked over to you. He put his hand on your shoulder and turned you around to face him. Your eyes were filled with tears, and his heart ached at the sight of them.

"Hey," he said softly, wiping away a tear from your cheek with his thumb. "You don't know how long I've wanted to hear those words from you."

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Scare Tactics

18+ Aaron Hotchner x Fem Reader

Summary: Surprisingly, Aaron agreed to a darker roleplay this Halloween.

Warnings: Ghostface role play, scene planning and negotiations, taking about safewords and limits, CNC, stalking, stalker phone calls, fake break-ins, handcuffs, oral (male receiving), deep throating, rough sex, degradation, name calling, slight pet/owner kink mentioned, begging, vibrators, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampies, domdrop, aftercare

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When he gets in that night, it’s late. Pushing midnight, late. That’s not really a shock to her, he’s always got something going on. Between driving his son everywhere he needs to be, working on the PTA and teaching night classes at the local college, Aaron Hotchner is a busy man. Always has been, and always will be.

She’s in bed, scrolling through things on her phone as she waits for him to arrive. She is just catching up on the newest trends and celebrity gossip when she hears his heavy feet coming up the creaky old steps of their century home. While it is a beautiful place to lay low in the middle of nowhere, the sounds it made— especially at night— were insanely creepy.

The TikTok she’s watching doesn’t help either… she’s been listening to creepy Reddit stories and looking at home footage of spooky happenings. The videos she’s seen the most tonight, however, are ghost face videos. Be it thrust traps or couples going to the store to buy a mask to enhance alone time later that night, she’s seen them all.

There’s one on her screen as Aaron opens their door, she quickly locks her phone and looks at him with a guilty smile.

His old profiler ways clock in on the awkwardness right away, “What were you doing?”

“Nothing,” she presses her lips together and shakes her head, pretending she doesn’t know what he’s talking about.

“Wait… were you watching porn?” He asks. Eyes narrowed in on her, waiting to read her reaction.

She laughs, “no? Oh my god? I mean…. It’s not, but it definitely does something to me.”

He sits on the edge of the bed, “well, now you have to tell me?”

She sighs, thinking how she’s going to explain it to him of all people. “You’re going to think I’m insane.”

“Too late,” he teases.

She shoves him, “Seriously, it’s weird… I don’t even like the movies but—

“Oh, you were looking at thirst traps again?” He’s only recently learned that term.

She can’t help but smile, “Yeah… do you know the scream movies?” He nods. “There’s a trend right now where couples are having sex while the dominant partner has the ghost face mask on.”

“It is like a full role play? Breaking in? Phone calls? Knife play?” He asks as if they’re setting boundaries already, planning a kinky scene is something they’ve done a few times. He likes to know all the limits, the expectations and what turns her on about it before they agree to anything.

“Wait, you’d do it?” She asks, sitting up straighter. “Seriously?”

He nods, “if it’s something that’ll get you off, why not?”

She tosses the blankets back and gets to her knees, he pulls her into his lap and holds her by her hips. She cups his face and presses a quick kiss to his lips, “so you don’t think it’s weird?”

He shakes his head, “Not at all… mask kinks are incredibly common.”

“And if I did want you to pretend to stalk me and break in and overpower me…”

“I’d need some prep time, I’ll have to have a free day the next day and Jack can’t be in the house that night,” he explains his boundaries. “I’ll, of course, give you aftercare right after and when you’re okay, we can switch?”

She pets his hair and nods, “Of course, my love. I’ll take the best care of you after. I appreciate everything you’re willing to do for me.”

“You just have to get the mask and maybe we can talk about the specifics of a script or series of events for the night,” he whispers, brushing his nose against hers. “Maybe you can get something new to wear during it?”

She likes the sound of that, but she just has one question. “Black or red?”

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He gets a burner phone a week before the scene is set to happen. He doesn’t tell her thats what he’s done but when he’s getting ready to leave for work one night he smirks from the closet and says “if you get a phone call from an unknown number… be sure to answer, okay?”

She knows he has a class tonight, he has Introduction to Legal Skills from 6-8 and then Trial Advocacy from 9-11:30. Jack goes to bed around 10:30, so she knows he’ll call sometime after Jack's in bed. Otherwise, he could hear the conversation and either be scared for life knowing his parents had kinky sex or grow concerned that his stepmom had a real stalker after her. And he’s been traumatized enough for a 17-year-old boy.

Sure enough, her phone rings at 11:45 while she’s in the living room, on her phone with the TV on in the background.

“Hello?” She answers, a fake sense of nervousness in her voice.

“What are you watching, Y/N?” He asks, his voice deeper than usual. Almost scarily deep.

“Excuse me?” She can’t believe he’s really doing this. “Who is this?”

“Have you never watched a scary movie before? You should know asking that is a death wish,” he teases. “But you never answered my question.”

“How do you even know I’m watching TV?” She asks, it’s not like the sound is up. She looks out the window to make sure he’s not out there, completely forgetting that they have security cameras inside and he can access them on his real cellphone.

“You’re on the couch, in a cute little black tank top and shorts… aren’t you cold? It’s October.”

“How do you know that?”

“I know a lot more than you think,” he taunts.

“Then shouldn’t I know something about you too?” She asks, turning it back on him. “Don’t you think that’s fair?”

“Hmm… I suppose it would, but isn’t part of the fun all in the mystery?”

“You must know my husband used to be an FBI agent so—

“Ah yes, agent Hotchner,” he laughs. “Retired, haunted, old man, Aaron Hotchner.”

“He can still kick your ass,” she assures. Both scaring this character and stroking his ego at the same time. “And enjoy doing it.”

“We’ll see about that.” He says before hanging up.

It makes shivers run down her spine and all the hair on her body stands tall. If she didn’t know this was actually him, it would be incredibly terrifying. Yet for some reason, she’s more turned on right now than anything.

When he gets home that night, she’s still in the living room. Waiting for him. He puts his bag down, kicks off his shoes and hangs up his coat before making his way over to her and crashing down onto the couch. He lays his head into her lap and she brushes his hair back, “tough class?”

He nods, “they asked so many questions. It’s literally not even that hard.”

“Awe,” she sympathizes. “Not everyone is as smart as you, handsome.”

“How was your night?” He looks up at her with a smile.

“Good, Jack drove us to get some ice cream tonight and he was actually really good at it this time and then I got a weird phone call…”

“Huh,” he raises his brows quickly. “Weird… do you know who it was?”

“No idea.”

“Well, just keep an eye on it,” he advises. The profiler in him wants to say don’t answer the phone again but the game was too fun. He wanted her to answer again, he wanted to tease her, he wanted to make it as real as possible.

This was going to be a fun week.

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She gets a call every night that week. The calls last anywhere from a minute to 10, depending on how long she can keep him talking in his sexy deep voice. She switches into a cute little night dress before their next conversation and she sits on the couch facing their security camera with the hem of her nightgown pushed up a bit too high… giving him a show.

“So…” she asks, wishing she had an old corded phone to twirl around her fingers. “What do you look like? Are you cute at least?”

He snickers, “That’s your question today? Really?”

“Yep, I mean if you’re going to stalk me and find me and make me yours, you better be hot,” she teases him.

“I’m… average, I guess?” He struggles to compliment himself.

“I figured you wouldn’t be as handsome as my husband…”

He sighs, “I’m going to make you pay for all these comments.”

She laughs, “okay… I’m sure.”

“Taunting a psychopath is never a good—

“That’s a lie, I know from my husband that sometimes taunting them is what they need. Sometimes they’re such losers that this is all an act, pissing them off makes them slip up and expose themself… so is this all an act? Are you secretly a loser who needs attention? What, did your mommy not love you enough growing up? Or was it daddy beating you that made you this way?”

“You’ve got two days,” he reminds her. “I’m going to get you.”

He hangs up and she smirks, she loves riling him up like this. She knows that once he gets his hands on her, once he has that mask on, she’s in for the ride of her life.

—

Sure enough, the Friday before Halloween, Jack heads out to a party and says he’ll be sleeping over at a friend's house that night. His phone is charged, his costume is on and his ride is about to pull up to their driveway.

“You remember you can call either one of us, at any time of the night, and we will come get you,” she reminds him. “No matter what state you’re in… I understand that drinking is something you’ll probably do tonight, and I won’t tell your dad, but go easy. Have water between beers and don’t drink from a cup you didn’t pour yourself or one you left unattended no matter how much time passed. And if you feel weird, uncomfortable or you just want to come home, you call me.”

“I know, Mom,” he assures her, looking at her with that annoyed teenager look.

“And drugs… please, please be careful. Peer pressure is real, being curious is okay, but don’t do anything intense. Smoking copious amounts of weed before the age of 27 can stop your brain from fully forming and other drugs can literally kill you because you have no idea what they’re mixed with—

“Mom, I’m not going to do drugs tonight,” he cuts her off, looking as serious as his father can.

“Okay,” she lets out a deep breath just as the headlights shine through their stained glass front door. “Give me a hug,” she says, arms open and waiting for him.

He steps into her space and holds her tight, “I love you, be safe.”

“I love you too, I’ll text you when I’m on my way home tomorrow.”

“And before you go to bed too, please? Even if its just a heart emoji, I want to know you’re going to bed, I don’t care what time it comes in,” she stares him down before letting him pull away. “I love you.”

“Okay, okay,” he smiles. “I’ve got it, I’m going now. Have a good night.”

“Oh, I will,” she smirks.

“Gross!” He calls out as he heads out the door, skips down the stairs and heads out to his friend's mom's car. She waves at them, gets a wave from the driver back and then they’re gone.

She locks the door once he’s gone, turns off the lights downstairs and heads up to her room where she changes into the new lingerie she bought at Aaron’s request and she lights a few candles around her room. She grabs the mask from her closet as well as a black silk robe and black boxer briefs and she lays them all on the table in the entryway downstairs with a note that says “Wear me.”

She goes to the kitchen and gets them some snacks for after, a couple water bottles and his bottle of scotch with a glass in case that’s what he wants after. He needs to be able to relax and unwind and know he did a good job and he’s not a bad guy for divulging in this role-play for her. If anything, he’s the best man in the world being able to do this for his wife.

And she waits in her room.

The first call she gets is from Aaron, 10 minutes after his class ends.

“Hey baby,” she answers quickly.

“Are we still on for tonight?” He double-checked, making sure nothing had changed between his leaving for work and now.

“Mhm, I’m waiting for Mr. Ghostface to arrive,” she whispers, voice low and dark. Making sure he knows just how ready she is.

“And you remember the safe word?”

She hums again, “I do, and we can both use it, remember?”

“I will if I need to,” he says and she can hear the smile on his face. “Did Jack leave okay?”

“Yeah, about an hour ago,” she assures. “We’re all good to go unless he calls and needs to come home.”

“I’m sure he won’t,” Aaron’s positive. “Can you do me a favour?”

“Sure?”

“You put my mask downstairs?”

“I did,” she smirks. “And an outfit…”

“Oh, okay,” he sounds so excited. “Can you put my handcuffs down there too?”

“Are they in the safe?” She double-checks, cause the last time she saw them they were in his bedside drawer…

“They are…”

She gets up from the bed, goes into their closet and presses her thumb to the sensor, he could probably hear the lock click as the door swings open. He has 2 guns and his cuffs right there, sitting on top of their important documents and her most expensive jewelry.

“I’ll leave them downstairs for you,” she says as she takes them out and shuts the safe once more. “Anything else you want?”

“Just you,” he teases.

“okay well, I’ve got another phone call I’m expecting, so I should let you go,” she says while heading back down the stairs.

“Can we just pause for a sec?” He asks.

“Mhm, what’s up?”

“So you still want me to pretend to break in? We’re still doing everything we talked about?” He asks again, obviously nervous.

“Hey, we don’t have to do any of it if you’ve changed your mind?” She assures. “I mean it, we can just do something vanilla tonight, we don’t have to do a scene.”

“I want to make you happy—

“I won’t have fun if you don’t,” she resets the boundaries. “You tell me what you want to do and that’s what we’ll do.”

“I’m going to call you from outside, I’m going to make my way in and I’m going to sneak up the stairs and find you in the bedroom where I’m going to restrain you by cuffing you to the bedpost and have my way with you,” he lays out the series of events. “We’ll have sex, I’ll free you, I’ll take care of you until you calm down and then I would like some cuddles.”

“I have water and snacks in here waiting for us to be done, would you like a bath after?” She asks.

“Yeah, that would be nice,” he says and she can hear him smile again. “Okay, good. Good, we’re ready to go.”

“I love you,” she whispers. “I’m so excited to try this.”

“I love you more,” he reminds her and then he’s off. They say their final goodbye and she heads back upstairs to her room to await her hell prince.

—

She sees his headlights as he pulls into the driveway but she doesn’t hear his door shut, they just go out. That’s when her phone rings again.

“You again,” she teases right away. “Let me guess you know I’m home alone and you just wanna ‘talk’?”

“I just wanted to hear your pretty voice one last time,” he says with his deepest voice, it’s almost a growl.

Chills run down her spine once more. He’s way too good at this.

“What?” She asks, fear on her tongue.

“I’m going to miss you when you’re gone.”

“I’m not going anywhere?”

“You’re right… I’m coming to you.”

The line clicks and all she’s left with is the sound of her heartbeat in her ears… and her panties. Well, lack thereof. This set didn’t really leave much to the imagination. It was perfect to tear off. Easy to cut if need be. And currently, soaked.

Her ears feel like they’re on fire as she tries her hardest to listen to what’s going on downstairs. Either he’s being extra quiet or he’s not in the house yet. But he will be. He’ll change and he’ll climb the stairs and push her door open and take her. And she’ll take him. She’ll take him so good he’ll want to wear this fucking mask all the goddamn time.

And then the stairs of their century home creak, one by one as he climbs them ever so slowly. Slower than ever before. They creek and pop, they whine and echo down the hall towards her bedroom. There are only two times that these stairs sounding this awful are so helpful and it’s during role-plays like this and when their teenager sneaks out at night.

He makes his way down the hallway, towards the bedroom door and he looks through the crack. Mask on, that classic screaming, white face shines through the dark. He pushes the door open, making it squeal on rusty hinges. They really need to fix those.

“Aaron?” She calls out.

“Think again,” he teases, voice muffled behind the mask but still deep.

She scoots up the bed, drawing her knees in closer to her body as she cowers away. Checking him out in the meantime. The way he’s hard in his boxers, how his robe opens to show off his cute tummy and salt and pepper treasure trail… he’s delicious and all hers.

He creeps forward, “Don’t you know the rules to survival in a horror movie?” She shakes her head in fear. “Rule number one, sex equals death.”

“I wasn’t—

“But you were ready for it,” he points at her with his free hand and she notices how he’s gripping his cuffs with the other. He starts to twirl the cuff around his finger while chuckling deep from within. “What a shame he leaves a sexy thing like you home all by yourself most nights…”

“He’ll be home any—

“No, he won’t,” he taunts, and she can hear the smirk on his face. “I’ll be long finished with you by the time he comes back.”

He pounced on the bed, struggled with her to get a cuff on her one wrist and bring them both up to the headboard so he could loop the cuffs around the bars and trap her there. “You’re mine.”

“Please don’t do this,” she begs, trying her hardest to stay in character.

“Boo hoo,” he says, really not giving a shit what she wants or doesn’t. He straddles her waist and walks on his knees until his junk is right there near her face. “You’re going to take what I give you.”

She can’t help sticking her tongue out, wetting the fabric of his boxers as he presses his bulge against her face. Mouth watering, she can smell him under the fragrance of their detergent on his boxers. “Cock drunk already? You’re such a good little slut, no wonder that old man loves you.”

She whines, “Please Mr. Ghostface…”

“Say it,” he growls.

“Let me suck your cock, please? I need it,” she begs this time, watching him pull his boxers down just enough to expose his cock.

It stands tall, he grips himself by the base and taps it against her tongue a few times and she moans before licking at the head and taking him into her mouth. She drags her tongue along the pulsating vein on the underside of his perfect cock. He’s uncut and thick and her mouth is watering by the time she takes him between her lips. She relaxes her jaw, avoids her teeth, and uses her tongue around the head… all things he’s asked her to do for him in the past. This is the only cock she’s sucked and actually enjoyed doing it in her whole life.

The man above her grips her hair tighter and groans, “sweet christ… such a good little slut for me, taking my cock like a fucking champ.”

She hums around him, so content already but the praise mixed with the degrading words… fuck, was it ever good? She gains more confidence, sucking this man's cock like her life depends on it. Wet and sloppy, she gets drool all over her chin and it drips down her neck to pool at the pillows but she doesn’t give a fuck. She takes him deeper, letting the man fuck her throat, breathing through her nose with her eyes shut, she gags slightly but it’s bearable, she likes it… Mr. Ghostface really likes it, too, if his moans behind the mask are any indication.

He drags his hand from her hair, down the side of her face and he cups her cheek as he pulls out, hearing her whine. “If I’m going to fuck you, I’m gonna need this back,” he teases.

She whines again, “but, but?” Her voice horse and her breathing heavy.

“But nothing, you’re going to sit there and you’re going to take it like a good little whore I know you are,” he taunts.

Getting off her and the bed, he lets his boxers go and he tosses off the stupid little robe he was wearing to complete the fit. Now naked except for his mask, he pulls her beside drawer open and pulls out her vibrator and the pocket knife she keeps there for… reasons like the time she couldn’t get the knots undone when she restrained him once.

He tosses the vibe on the bed and flips the blade out of the pocket knife. She squirms, “What are you going to do with that?”

“Cut these new panties off you… never saw these in the drawer the last time I was in here,” he says, building the story more.

“You’ve…you’ve been in my home before?”

He nods, “many times.”

“You’re a sick fuck,” she spits at him.

“Mhm and you’re going to love it,” he says as he climbs back between her legs.

He drags the tip of the blade from her stomach to her hip, down her thigh and back up. “Look at the way you quiver for me, how eager you are to spread your legs… don’t tell me your FBI boyfriend taught you to just give it up like this?”

“Husband,” she corrects him.

“Boring,” he taunts. “Husbands are useless, you get boring sex and boring conversations and then they die.”

He slips the blade under the elastic on her hip and starts to cut it off. Slowly, she feels the fabric snap apart and exposes her to him. He grips the hem on her other hip and pulls her panties off the one leg he didn’t destroy. He flings them off and tosses the knife onto her bedside table but he tosses it too hard and it slides all the way off, behind the table and almost takes the lamp out with it. “Oops,” he laughs from deep within.

He takes the vibrator back in his hand and turns it on, “I can’t eat you out without showing you my face, so I guess I’m going to have to make you cum a few times with this…”

“Fuck,” she whines, legs spread as she arches closer to the sound of the buzzing.

On the lowest setting, he drags the head of the vibe over her inner thigh and over her hip bone. Up her stomach and then onto her hardened nipple. She whines again, “please? Please Mr. Ghostface?”

He hums, “Be patient, slut.”

He runs it over her other nipple, watching as she tosses her head back and bites her lip, hard. She tugs at the cuffs, making them click against the metal bed poles as she soots down the bed, trying to get closer to him, begging for some friction where she needs it most.

He slowly brings the vibe back down her body and presses it to her clit a bit roughly, he presses the button to speed it up, putting it on the second speed and hearing her yelp. “oh my god?” She grinds against it, “holy fuck.”

“Don’t be afraid to make some noise, we’re all alone here tonight,” he assures. “And if we’re not… if your husband walks in on us I want him to hear how much of a slut you’ve been for me. Let him know what you want can’t be achieved by him.”

She moans again, it’s oddly hot pretending to cheat on him… he leans in closer to her, holding the vibe to her clit as he hovers over her. She leans forward, wanting to kiss him even though he’s in a mask, she whines, “Need you,” she whispers. “Please?”

“Cum for me first,” he says, shaking his head. “I want you soaked and trembling when I slip into you. And if you’re good, maybe I’ll un-cuff you for it.”

“Oh god,” she arches her hips again, pressing herself against the vibrator even more, “Oh please?”

“Close already?” He teases, pressing the button again so it can go as fast as possible. “Go on whore, you can do it. Cum for me.”

Her thighs are absolutely trembling as she gets closer. With her eyes tightly shut and her jaw dropped, she lets out breathy moans and rides the head of the vibrator. He’s so close to her, pressed to her side with his hard cock resting on her hip, “you’re doing so good, baby, come on, it’s right there,” he praises her, letting his character slip a bit.

She accidentally says his name as the dam breaks, she cums with a quake, “Oh my god, oh fuck,” she whines as he keeps holding the vibrator to her clit and she can’t pull away from him.

He snickers, “There she is, I love that noise you make when you cum on this thing.”

“How—

“You keep asking stupid questions,” he cuts her off. “What part of I’ve been stalking you can’t you get through your thick skull?”

“Please, please stop?” She begs. “S’too much.”

He pulls back just for a second, causing her to sigh and then he presses the vibrator right back to her. “You really thought I’d let you stop at just one? When I know you like to cum at least 3 times… that’s why you got this toy, isn’t it? Cause that old man you’re shackled to can’t go more than one round without getting tired.”

“Fuck you,” she spits, whining and grinding against the toy in her overstimulation.

“Oh, you will,” he whispers. “I’m going to get you all pliant and dumb and then I’m going to flip you over and fuck you senseless like the little pet that you are. Maybe I’ll even keep you forever? Get you a cute little collar and a leash and make you mine.”

She moans again, bucking her hips towards the feeling, he knows it takes her a bit longer to get to the second one sometimes. So he keeps talking. “I know just how much you like that, being fucked in doggy. You like being held down, feeling my balls clap against your ass while I fuck you deep and hard. When I push my weight against you… and when I wrap my hand around your throat to draw you in for a kiss.”

She doesn’t give any warning, she just comes right then and it’s clearly a shock to her too. She shakes like mad and not a single coherent sound leaves her mouth. She’s completely wrecked, cock-drunk and ready for more. He turns off the vibrator and lets her relax for just a moment, he runs his hand over her stomach and up to her boobs, cupping it and rubbing his thumb over her nipple, making her twitch again. “Shhh, it’s okay. I’ve got you…”

She just nods, trying to catch her breath, she can’t find any words to say.

“If I un-cuff you, are you going to run away?” He asks, watching her shake her head. “Didn’t think so… not like you could with your jello legs.”

She smiles, full of euphoria, “yeah…”

He heads over to his own nightside table, the key is in a little dish where he puts his watch and ring at night. Although, his ring is downstairs tonight, to add to the ambiance that this is a stranger fucking her and not her husband in a mask.

He’s quick to get her out of the cuffs and he soothes over the ache in her wrists. “You okay?” He asks, his voice soft and low, breaking character slightly.

She nods, “you? It’s not too hot in there?”

“It’s fine,” he nods too. “Ready?”

She lets him roll her over, he gets her on her knees with her ass in the air and pushes her face into the pillow. “It’s time for the ride of your life.”

He taps his cock against her ass cheek, making it jiggle. He loves her curves and her flub and the way she shakes and jiggles and how he has all this skin to hold onto while he fucks her like this. He grips her cheeks, spreading them apart to see how much of her cum has slipped down from one hole to the other, she’s glistening and wet and so, so ready for him to fuck her. He grinds his cock between her folds, using her slick to coat himself and glide back and forth, teasingly, before he sticks it in.

He doesn’t give any warning, he simply rams his cock into her, making her gasp. “Oh, you feel better than I imagined…” He pulls out slightly and slams back inside again and again, not giving her any time adjust to it. “Been obsessed with the idea of fucking this pussy from the moment I first laid eyed on you. Knew you’d take me so well.”

She whines into the pillow, reaching her hand back, he holds it and goes to reach for the other. Holding both her hands, making her hold herself up with her core muscles as he fucked into her. Her tits dangle and shake with the force of his thrusts, she makes the most whorish moans and gasps. When she gets tired, she pushes her face back into the mattress and arches her back even more.

She mumbles into the pillow and he grips her hair, pulling her back, “what?”

“Harder!” She eggs him on.

Chuckling, “Such a good whore…” he teases. He reaches for the vibrator and turns it on. He slips it underneath her and he pushes on her back so that she can grind against it as he fucks her harder. Absolutely ramming into her, she goes feral for it. Making noises he hasn’t ever heard from her before as the bed hits the wall at a jackhammering rhythm.

She grips the sheets like her life depends on it, drooling into the mattress where her face is pressed, she screams as he hits her cervix hard. She’s so close, he can feel it by the way she clenches and sucks in him deeper, the sounds she’s making and the way she trembles. It’s intoxicating. He’s fucking addicted to it. He’s going to need to do this to her more often if she likes it this much…

She feels so good, but it’s everything else that’s got him so close to cumming deep inside of her. His rhythm changes as he gets closer. He ruts against her faster, making her ass shake even more as he chases his high. He’s breathing heavily, at a loss for words, but he knows how much she gets off on his voice. “Right there,” he pants. “Right fucking there, take it. Take it, whore. Oh, fuck, you feel so good. So fucking good for me.”

She says his name again, chanting it this time, “Aar!” She screams as she cums for the 3rd time tonight.

He fucks her through it, right there with her. He can feel her getting wetter than ever before like she’s managed to squirt and that gets him. He starts to cum, feeling it rush through his body as he fills her up. She lets out another moan, feeling him fuck his cum deeper into her a few times before he drops down onto her. She’s strong enough to push herself up and scoot up a bit so she’s not trapped on top of the vibrator and they both sigh. He takes off the mask and throws it to the side, slipping out of her, he lays on her side with his arm slung around her. She turns to the side, crawls over him and cups his face in her hands. She kisses him, hard. His hands roam her back as she swipes her tongue over his bottom lip, silently asking for more.

She’s always been a kisser during sex, it really killed her to not be able to kiss him during that. It was so hot… it was everything she wanted and now it was her turn to thank him. She pushes his sweaty hair back and hums into his mouth, she kisses the side of his lips and then his jaw over to his ear. “That was everything…”

“I did good?” He asks, fucked out and dropping slowly.

“So, so good, baby,” she praises. “I loved every second of it. You’re so good to me, you always do what I ask for. I love you.”

“I love you,” he whispers back, holding her closer with his big hands cradling her back. She kisses his neck once more and goes to sit up but he wants to cuddle just a little longer. “Stay.”

“Okay,” she rests against him, tucking her head into the crook of his neck. “We’ll clean up when you’re ready.”

He runs his fingers up and down her back, she traces a heart over his chest with her nail and smiles. She’s so relaxed, so tired and so, so happy to be with him. “You’re amazing, Aar-bear.”

“You’re… you’re everything,” he says at a loss for words. “I can’t believe how loud you got?”

She laughs, a little embarrassed, “well, we usually have a kid in the house so I can’t get like that… and if we hit his wall like that at night he’d lose his mind.”

Aaron laughs, “Yeah, I’ve gotta check and see if we chipped the paint…”

“When he goes to college we’ll have to put some foam on the back of the headboard,” she teases. “We can fuck like this all the time next year.”

He lets out a sigh, “Yeah… we definitely need to do more role plays.”

“And you can pick them too, you know?” She says, sitting up to look at him. “Anything you want, we’ll do that next.”

“Right now I just want to have a bath with you and then change the sheets and go to sleep,” he says with a smile.

“Okay,” she agrees. She gets up carefully, a little sore and she’s definitely going to be feeling it tomorrow… she takes the vibe off the bed and finally turns it off, throwing it back into her night table to worry about later. There’s a huge wet spot on the bed where it was. “Did I…”

He smirks, “I think you did… it was hot.”

“Wow,” she’s shocked and amazed.

“You go start the bath, I’ll strip the sheets,” he offers. “Put in whatever you want.”

“Do you want a drink?” She asks. “I brought your scotch up, too.”

“You really are the most perfect woman,” he praises with a smile.

She picks up his mask from the floor, it landed pretty close to where her underwear ended up. She gathers all their clothes and tosses them into the dirty laundry, but his mask… his mask goes into the closet where it will stay until they need it again.

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The thrill of killing you| BAU x unsub reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI. This contains mentions of SA and CSA. It is not graphic detail at all but please do not read if that is something that triggers you. Mention of weapons. Murder (not graphic detail at all again). Also I hope this all flows and makes sense, I’ve read over and over again so it kinda of feels like it doesn’t make sense.

Summary: this is both from your POV and Hotchners POV. This is present day, and the BAU are catching on to there been a serial killer.

Chapter two: Death of a party

Your POV:

You hadn’t been caught so far; you were safe for now. You left no DNA, you changed your location, you didn’t kill in the same state for at least a year. You hadn’t changed a lot since your first kill, accept you now never left letters, you couldn’t have a signature, you couldn’t let anyone knew that you existed.

Sometimes, when you were just doing your day-to-day activities, you would look at someone and wonder if they were a rapist, a murderer, or someone just as bad. That’s when you would think of all the people you had killed, and what they had done. Then you would think about the people who were still alive and whether they were like those people.

You had a strict moral code, but you did what you did to protect others, it was the only thing you were certain of. It was the only thing you had be certain of for a while.

‘The moral code I follow is simple, it is this:

I will not kill unless I know for a fact the target is a rapist.

I will kill rapists, even if they are not in my area.

I will kill serial rapists/child molesters/abusers/human traffickers.

I will not kill anyone who does not deserve it.

I will not get caught.’

And while you had this moral code, you still enjoyed the rush your kills brought.

You were doing what the police should be doing, but you found out a long time ago that the police, especially the FBI, do not care about abusers they only cared about murderers. They only cared when it resulted in someone’s death. The people you killed had to die, that was the only way the people they had hurt would get any justice. You knew it was only you who could make the difference. You had committed yourself to this. You had no choice.

See, when the FBI did go after a criminal, they used profiling, or to put it in a better perspective, guess work. They would use the minimal evidence they had and find someone who fit the profile. You though, you had information you had names, you had the faces of abusive. You did research, you made sure the person you were about to kill was guilty.

You just wished that you could have hunted all abusers, but unless you were part of a team that would be nearly impossible.

You were not going to get caught, you knew that. You made sure all evidence was covered up, you made sure all your bases were covered. You did your research, and you knew that you were safe.

You read about a story of a man who was a rapist, not as bad as some of the others you had killed, but he still did it. His name was John Andrew Hamm, he was a teacher and would give his students alcohol or drugs and then rape them. He was a sick bastard. He had been abusing since the eighties. He was arrested numerous times, but his charges were dropped every time, the main reason was because his victims were too afraid to speak up. They were his students, and with the influence he had on the school board he was protected. He was a monster.

You knew everything about him now, his routine. He was, apart from been a monster, a simple man. While he had a lot of influence, and he was well known, he had no friends, he was not married, and he had no children of his own. He lived by himself, he never had anyone over, and he never went out. God, you almost felt sad for him, but then you remembered everything else about him.

*Ten years ago, *

You only talked Dutch at home now, your mom refused to speak English and she didn’t dare to talk Swedish anymore. It had been seven years since your mom and dad divorced, and they had a good co-parenting relationship. You often stayed weekends with your dad, which your mom with fine. But then once you turned 18 your mom refused you to see your dad.

“Ik wil niet dat je, je vader nog ziet. Hij is niet de persoon die je denkt dat hij is.”

I don’t want you seeing your dad anymore. He is not the person you think he is.

“Mam, ik begrijp het niet. Tot nu toe vond je het goed dat ik hem zag. Nu ik volwassen ben, wil je niet meer dat ik hem zie. Dat is niet logisch.”

Mom, I don’t understand. You were okay with me seeing him, until now. But now I’m adult, you don’t want me to see him anymore. That doesn’t make sense.

And every time you brought up your dad, she would basically say the same stuff. It had been a year of her saying; he just isn’t the person you think he is. You were sick of hearing it, why couldn’t she just say who he truly was.

You knew if you truly wanted to find out who he was then you were going to have to find out all by yourself. Which was going to be hard as seen as your mom wouldn’t say anything, and you knew your dad wouldn’t.

*Present day*

You waited for Mr Hamm to start his typically Saturday routine. Which was going to his local grocery store to do his weekly shopping.

As you followed him around the store, you couldn't help but feel disgusted by his presence. You watched him as he mindlessly placed items in his cart, completely unaware of the fate that awaited him.

You had planned this for weeks, meticulously going over every detail to ensure that there was no way you could get caught.

As you followed him out of the store, you made sure to keep a safe distance. You didn't want to give him any indication that you were following him.

He walked down the street and into his car, not noticing you following behind. You waited until he drove off before starting your own car. You had already prepared everything you needed in your trunk, including the tools necessary to carry out your plan.

You followed him for another ten minutes, watching as he turned into his driveway. You parked a few houses down, making sure that your car was hidden from view. This was the moment you had been waiting for.

You stepped out of your car and walked towards his house. He was taking his food in to his house. You took a breath; you had planned this, and it wasn’t your first time.

“Erm, excuse me.” You said in a low tone, it was loud enough for him to hear you. He slowly turned around, his face was neutral, no smile, no nothing really. If you didn’t know what you knew about him you wouldn’t have been able to guess, not from just looking at him.

“Are you okay?” he said in an almost friendly tone. His voice suited his looks, but not his personality.

“Yes. Yes, I am. I’m new to the area, I was wondering if you knew the woods are good to hunt it?” His neutral face had contoured into one of a happy face. His brown eyes were looking you up and down. He was trying to get a feel of you. You felt like he was undressing you with his eyes.

“They are. I can show you some of the best areas if you want?” Man, that was just a friendly gestured. If you weren’t genuinely asking for help you would have fallen for his trap.

“If you don’t mind, I would love. I’ve got my gun in my car. I’ll go grab it” You wanted to let him know you were armed.

He nods his head, not suspecting a thing. As you make your way back to your car, you feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins. You know what you have to do, and you're ready to do it. You grab your weapon and make your way back to his house.

He's waiting outside for you when you arrive, smiling as he takes you deeper into the woods. You keep your guard up, knowing that he's still dangerous despite his friendly demeanour. You follow him for a few minutes before stopping in a clearing.

"This is one of my favourite spots," he says, gesturing to the trees around you. "You should be able to find some good game here."

You nod, pretending to be interested in his hobby. You keep your eyes on him, waiting for the right moment. It comes when he turns his back to you, looking out into the woods.

You raise your weapon take aim at him.

“What’s good game to you Mr Hamm? School girls? The students you teach?” He looks at you, shocked you knew his name and what type of person he was. His friendly, happy demeanour had gone. His face was now full of fear.

“How do you know my name? Why are you saying such terrible stuff about me?” Oh god, did he really think this was going to work on you. You weren’t new to the game.

“Shut up. Let me talk, you hold no power here. Don’t lie to me, I know everything about you. If you were smart, which you really aren’t, I’d start praying now. Because you won’t be able to soon.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve never done anything wrong.” You sigh, this guy is such a terrible liar.

“Oh, but you have. You’ve done so much wrong. Do you know how many victims you have?” He looks down, nervously shaking his head. You smirk. This was too easy. He had no game; he had no plan. He was nothing.

“You have 17 victims. I know that for a fact. I’ve seen the proof.” He looks at you in disbelief.

Aaron Hotchner POV

The BAU had been called in for a case, one happening in a small town in Montana. The police chief that had called us in had a hunch, he said we didn’t have to take the case, but he would like us to look over the case files.

I called the team in and gathered them around the round table, I didn’t want Garcia to present this one as she didn’t have all the information. I looked at everyone around the table, I knew if we did take on this case it would be a hard one. The person who had been killed was an apparent rapist, it wasn’t for me to comment on whether he deserved to die but it was on us to find out who killed him.

“Okay guys. This case is different. I mean we have had ones like this before, but there is only one apparent body at this time. A body of a man called Mr Hamm has been found in Lewistown, Montana. He has been accused of some crimes, and the police believe this was a vigilante kill”.

The team nodded in agreement, knowing what this case would entail. I continued, "This is going to be a tough one. We need to find out who did this and bring them to justice. We don't condone vigilante justice; it only leads to chaos."

We all got to work, looking through the files and interviewing the people in the small town. It was clear that there was a lot of tension between the locals and Mr Hamm, who had a history of sexual assault. But it was also clear that the locals were protecting whoever had killed him.

As the days passed, we started to get some leads. We discovered that Mr Hamm had been in a relationship with a woman named Rachel. She had suffered at the hands of Mr Hamm and had been seeking revenge. It was plausible that she had killed him, but we needed concrete evidence.

We decided to bring Rachel in for questioning. As we were driving to her house, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something wasn't right. There was multiple people in this town who could have killed, who had a motive to do this. But his body was clothed, he wasn’t tortured. It was a quick and simple kill.

I got a call from Garcia;

“Hey sir, I’ve been doing some research, and this is the fifth kill in Montana over the past five years. I mean there has been more murders, but I mean of this kind. A man murdered in some woods, but the man has been accused of crimes but never convicted. I think there is a connection.”

“Well, I mean there could just be a lot of vigilante murderers happening. This isn’t just a hunch is it Garcia, you’re better than this.”

“No, it’s not. They all are killed by a similar gun, and nothing else is done to them other than been killed.”

“I’m sure there is more than just five accused rapists in Montana, and a year is a long cooling off period.”

“Well, I’ve been looking across the entire US and, in every state, apart from Alaska, there are these kinds of murders happening for the past five years. I mean in Ohio there have been a few more. But I think, I think there is a connection here I just can’t see it.”

As Garcia spoke, my mind was racing. This was not just a simple case of vigilante justice; this was a serial killer. A serial killer who had been operating for five years and had somehow managed to avoid detection. I knew then that this was going to be the toughest case we had ever worked on.

We arrived at Rachel's house, and she willingly came with us to the station. As we questioned her, I could see the fear in her eyes. She denied any involvement in the murder of Mr Hamm, but I could tell she was hiding something. We needed to find out what that was.

As we continued to investigate, we discovered that there were other suspects in the small town. People who had a motive to kill Mr Hamm and had the opportunity to do so. It was becoming clear that this case was not going to be solved easily. We were going to have to dig deep and work hard to solve it.

Days turned into weeks, and we were no closer. We had to go back to Quantico as there was other serial killers to catch but I knew everyone had been keeping an eye on this case, especially Garcia.

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The History Nerds| Spencer Reid

Summary: This chapter is a lot of fluff, and it’s all from Spencers POV. This chapter also contains smut, and will be continued in the next chapter from your POV. Spencer talks a lot how beautiful and intelligent you are in this chapter:)

Warnings: Smut(badly written), pet names (good girl and slut, thats it) mention of substances. Cuss words and some food mentioned.

MDNI. 18+

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Chapters: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight

Chapter Eight: Mark Anthony.

As Y/N sat on my couch, I couldn't help but feel a sense of protectiveness towards her. Hearing her story about her brother broke my heart, but also helped me understand her better. She was brave for sharing such a personal and tragic event with me.

I know I was meant to be looking for food, I couldn’t stop looking at her. She was so beautiful, and her presence always brought me such joy. I would look back over the year and half I had known her, and I remembered all the times she would laugh at Derek and the ways he flirted with almost everyone on the team, or how she would secretly text Garcia pictures of random animals we saw when we were out on the field. I wouldn’t have ever known that she had gone through such pain.

‘Spencer, not to be a pain, but you mentioned food and now I’m getting kind of hungry. Have you found any food yet.’

‘Erm, only a frozen pizza. It’s just a plain cheese pizza, nothing fancy.’

‘I love frozen pizzas, it’s such a comfort food for me.’

‘I’ll put it in the oven then, it should only take around 20 minutes.’

‘Okay.’

Once I’ve finished putting the pizza in the oven, I walked over to the sofa and sat next to Y/N.

‘You know before you joined the BAU, about five years ago, I was held hostage.’

‘What? Why, are you okay? I didn’t know.’

‘Well, there was this unsub called Tobias Hankel. He would kill people he thought went against the bible, he had shot his own father. He would call the police to warn them a crime has been committed. We thought for a while there were two people, because he would talk to his father, who wasn’t really there. We found out where he lives, me and JJ went to talk to him and he erm, well he hit JJ over the head and took me hostage and forced me to take dilaudid.’

‘Spencer, I’m so sorry. You didn’t have to tell me that because I shared a story with you. I’m sorry. Oh god, are you okay now?’

‘I’m fine now, you have no need to be sorry at all.’

As I said that she took me in for hug, it was warm, comforting and loving.

‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry you had to go through that. You didn’t deserve any of that.’

Once she finished talking, she kissed the top of my head. It was a kind action; one I haven’t felt since I was a child. As I gently pulled away, I saw her face, one filled with kindness, hope and love, one I wanted to stare at for ever.

‘Thank you. Thank you for that.’

‘You don’t need to thank me Spencer, you have done this for me. I will forever do this for you if you want.’

‘Forever, huh?’

‘Oh, I, huh, erm. Yeah, I guess forever.’

‘Forever is a long time Y/N. And if you are going to this forever, so am I.’

She looked at me with a smile plastered across her face.

‘Are you saying you want to spend forever with me Dr Reid, and we aren’t even officially dating yet.’

‘Are you saying you want spend forever with me, miss Y/L/N, and we aren’t even officially dating yet.’

‘Woah, turning the tables on me. Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. I don’t want rush things with you, but right now, spending forever with you, seems like a dream.’

‘We won’t rush things, I promise. After we’ve eaten this pizza, we are going to plan our first date properly. Just going to a museum won’t do it for me. I know you love it, and I’ll love it. But I want to do more, have a picnic, go to a fancy restaurant.’

‘Hmm, I could do that. How about we plan it at like evening time so we could star gaze?’

‘That sounds amazing. Let’s do that.’

Just like clockwork, right after I finished my sentence the timer went off for the pizza.

As I got up to check on the pizza, Y/N followed me into the kitchen. She leaned against the counter, watching me intently.

‘It smells so good, thank you for making me pizza, Spencer.’

‘It does smell good. I didn’t want to admit this when I first offered you food, I am not the best chef.’

‘Really? I would never have guessed. I love cooking, it is one of my favourite pastimes. I can always help you learn to cook if you like.’

‘I would love that. Maybe a cooking class should be our second date.’

‘It defo should be, I’d love that. Also planning our second date before we have even had our first, you most think the first one is going to work out, huh?’

‘I do. I do think it will work out.’

‘Well, I’m glad because I think it will work out too’.

Once I had cut the pizza and put it on a plate, I gestured her back to the sofa so we could eat.

‘This pizza is amazing, like really good.’

‘You are a big fan of frozen pizza, aren’t you?’

‘Uh huh. Quick and simple plus you can always add more stuff on top of it, if you want.’

I could listen to her talk forever, even if it’s just about adding stuff to a pizza.

As we finished the pizza, I couldn't help but feel a growing desire towards her, and it wasn’t just a sexually desire. It was a desire to get to know her, to be her person, to be the one she comes home with and, well I know we both agreed not to rush things, a desire to grow old with her. This wasn’t just about her beauty, it was her kind heart, her intelligence, and her strength. I knew everyone on the team was smart and had both mental and physical strength. But there was something different about Y/N. Something that made her stand out from the rest. Maybe it was the way she cared for others, putting their needs before her own. Or maybe it was the way she laughed, a sound that could light up any room. Don’t get me wrong I know all of the team put people’s needs before their own, but she puts many of the teams needs before her own. She has babysat for JJ, cat sat for Emily, has always been an open ear for Hotch, worked out Derek when no one else would, and she has always been there for Garcia.

‘Spencer, I think I should be heading home soon but I want to plan our first date first.’

‘Okay, well we’ve agreed for it to be evening time so we can stargaze, and we are going to the national museum. I guess it’s just a when.’

‘Well, that and what stuff you want packed for our picnic. You admitted you aren’t great at cooking, so I’ll do that stuff. And I guess when, well whenever, as long as we aren’t called into the office.’

‘Okay, okay we will do that. How about Wednesday?’

‘Sounds like a plan.’

‘It does sound like a plan.’

‘I’ve got to getting going now, I need to feed Gaius.’

‘Gaius is the name of your dog, right?’

‘It absolutely is, don’t worry I am not feeding a random man in my apartment called Gaius.’

‘Okay, I’m just checking. See you tomorrow.’

‘Bye Y/N, text me when you get back home.’

‘I will, don’t worry. Bye Spencer.’

As Y/N stood up to leave, my heart skipped a beat. I didn't want her to leave just yet. I wanted her to stay, to cuddle on the couch with me and talk about anything and everything. But I knew I couldn't keep her here, she had a life to get back to, a dog to feed. So, I walked her to the door, holding it open for her.

‘Thank you for tonight, Spencer. It was exactly what I needed.’

‘You're welcome,’ I said, feeling a sense of warmth in my chest.

As she left, I couldn't help but feel a sense of longing. I wanted her to stay, to continue talking, to continue being in her presence. But I knew that would have to wait for our first date.

I watched her drive away. It was weird, I was used to living alone, being alone the majority of the time if I wasn’t with the team, who were my friends, family, and colleagues all in one. But I never felt lonely, but I did right now. For me, for me right now, it was her. Y/N was everything for me.

The rest of the evening was spent lost in thought, replaying the moments of the night over and over again in my head. I was drawn to Y/N in a way that I couldn't explain. It wasn't just her intelligence or her beauty, it was something deeper than that.

As I crawled into bed, my mind was still racing with thoughts of Y/N. I couldn't wait for our first date and to continue getting to know her. But my thoughts were interrupted when my phone buzzed with a text from her.

‘Hey Spencer, just wanted to say goodnight and thank you again for tonight. I had a great time. I got home awhile but I had to take Gaius for a walk after I fed him, so sorry for not texting back as soon as I got in. :)’

I didn’t care that it had taken awhile for her to message me, I mean I would be lying if I wasn’t a little scared something had happened but now knowing she is safe that didn’t really matter, all I cared about was the fact she had messaged me.

‘Goodnight, Y/N, I had a great time too. Can't wait for Wednesday.’

And with that, I drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the possibilities that the future held.

When I woke up the next morning knowing she wouldn’t be lying next to me, kind of hoping she would be though. I knew I was going to see her at work, but it was different, work her and her I was just getting to know where different.

When I arrived at the office, I was greeted by the usual hustle and bustle of the team. But my eyes were immediately drawn to Y/N, who was sitting at her desk, typing away on her computer.

‘Morning Spencer.’

she said, looking up and smiling at me.

‘Morning Y/N.’

I saw JJ look at me, she smirked, like she knew what was happening between me and Y/N. I walked over to my desk, with JJ following me.

‘So, you and Y/N huh? Who would have thought it?’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Oh, come on. I saw how you looked after her on our last case, it wouldn’t take a genius or a profiler to see that you have feelings for her.’

‘Okay, maybe you’re right but I can’t ruin this with her. I ignored her for a year, I wasn’t there for her, and I knew she would always be there for me. I am trying to make that up. So, yes, I have feelings for her, but it runs deeper than that.’

JJ put a hand on my shoulder. ‘I get it, Spencer. But you can't keep punishing yourself for something that happened in the past. You're trying now, and that's what matters.’

I sighed, knowing she was right. ‘I just don't want to mess this up. She means everything to me.’

‘I know.’

JJ said softly.

‘But you have to trust that she feels the same way. And if she doesn't, well, at least you tried.’

She gave me a reassuring smile and walked away, leaving me to my thoughts. I knew JJ was right, but it didn't make the fear go away. The fear of losing Y/N, of not being enough for her.

But then I saw Y/N looking over at me, a small smile on her face. And in that moment, all my fears melted away. I knew that I would do anything for her, and that included being vulnerable and telling her about my past.

The day went quickly, it was just paperwork and discussing the case. I kept making sure that Y/N was okay, I didn’t want her to relive her trauma all over again, I mean I know it was hard to do that.

Once the day was over all I wanted was to go home with her, to be with her, but I knew I couldn’t not just yet. I watched her walk to Garcia cave, her silhouette drawing me in like a magnet. It was hard to resist the urge to follow her, but I knew I had to give her space.

As I packed up my things to leave, my mind kept wandering back to Y/N. I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to our connection than just a simple crush. It was like we were drawn to each other, two pieces of a puzzle that fit perfectly together.

When I got home, I tried to distract myself with a book, but I couldn't concentrate. All I could think about was Y/N and how much I wanted to be with her. It was only one more day till our date, and all Tuesday was going to be was more paperwork unless we got called away.

As the night wore on, my thoughts became more intense and overwhelming. I couldn't wait until our date on Wednesday, but part of me was scared. What if she didn't feel the same way about me? What if I messed it up?

I tried to push those thoughts aside and focused on the positives. Y/N had been open and friendly towards me, and she had agreed to go on a date with me. Maybe this was my chance to show her that I was serious about making things right between us.

The next day at work was a blur, as was the case with most of our cases. But I couldn't shake the feeling that everyone knew something was going on between me and Y/N. Hotch gave me a strange look when he caught me staring at her, and JJ kept giving me knowing glances.

But I didn't care about what anyone else thought, all that mattered was Y/N.

Tomorrow was the date, we hadn’t been called away just yet and knowing our luck we would be called in to the field tomorrow, but it wouldn’t be the end of the world, I’d be sharing a hotel with Y/N.

We hadn’t really text that much, and we had made small talk in the office but other than that we hadn’t talked much. She wasn’t pushing me away; she wasn’t ignoring me.

I tried to go to sleep, but I couldn’t. That wasn’t unusual for me, but this felt like I was a child on Christmas eve.

The anticipation and excitement were almost too much to bear. I couldn't wait for tomorrow night, to finally have some alone time with Y/N and show her how much I cared about her. But I was nervous too, what if I messed up? What if I said the wrong thing or made her feel uncomfortable?

Despite my nerves, I knew that I had to take this chance. I couldn't keep pushing my feelings aside and hoping that one day things would magically work out between us. If I wanted something to happen, I had to make it happen.

The day passed slowly, every minute dragging on as my excitement grew. I tried to focus on work, but my mind kept drifting to Y/N and our date tonight.

As I checked to make sure Y/N was okay, I saw her walk over to me;

‘For the past two days you have been checking me out.’

‘What?’

‘Spencer Reid, I keep seeing you look at me, so what other reason than for you to be checking me out.’

‘Woah. No, I have just been making sure you’re okay.’

She giggled, a silly childish one that filled me with warmth.

‘I’m only joking Spencer, don’t worry. Do you want a lift to the museum tonight?’

‘I would love that’.

‘Also, I’m sorry for not talking to much over the past few days, I’ve been nervous about our date, and I didn’t want to mess up. See, when I get nervous, I tend just babble and say stuff I shouldn’t be saying, and I didn’t want to say something I shouldn’t be saying to you.’

‘You have stuff to say to me that you shouldn’t be? Should I be worried?’

‘Woah, nothing bad I promise. Its good stuff, but stuff I think not stuff I should be saying aloud just yet.’

‘Okay, if you say so.’

‘I pinkie promise.’

‘Okay. Well, I don’t want to be breaking those pinkies.’

‘You won’t be. But I am going home now, I’ll pick you up at like 7. So, you better be ready.’

As she walked away, I couldn't help but feel that there was something more to her nervousness than just the date. But I didn't want to push her, not yet at least. I wanted to enjoy the night and be in the moment with her.

As I got ready for the date, I couldn't help but think about what Y/N had said earlier. What did she mean by having stuff to say to me that she shouldn't be saying aloud? Was it possible that she felt the same way about me that I did about her?

My heart was racing as I waited for her to pick me up. When she arrived, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. She was there, she had shown up, and she looked incredible.

‘Hi.’ she said, smiling at me.

‘Hi.’

I replied, feeling a little awkward.

‘You look really nice,’

she said, looking me up and down.

‘Thanks, you too.’

I mean she looked more than nice, she looked beautiful. She was wearing a mid-length light purple dress with little flowers all over it. Her hair was lightly curled, and she was wearing sparkly lip-gloss.

We drove to the museum in silence, but it was a comfortable silence. I couldn't help but steal glances at Y/N, taking in every detail of her appearance. When we arrived, we walked hand in hand through the exhibits, admiring the art and artifacts.

As we wandered through the museum, I couldn't shake the feeling that Y/N was leading me somewhere. She kept pausing at certain exhibits, looking at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes. I couldn't figure out what she was up to, but I knew I was in for a surprise.

Finally, she stopped in front of a painting and turned to face me. ‘Spencer, there's something I need to tell you.’

My heart raced as she took a deep breath and looked up at me. ‘I know that we've only known each other for a short time, but I feel like we have a connection, a bond that's stronger than anything I've ever felt before.’

‘And listen, I knew we said we aren’t rushing things, and this isn’t me trying to rush things. But when I first joined the BAU, everyone told me how wonderful you are, how smart you are and that you would warm up to me. Yet, you never seemed to warm up to me, you kept ignoring me and I thought I had done something wrong, and I tried my hardest to make you like me, but it never seemed to work, and yet one day you brought a book that I had recommend and that sparked all of this.’

‘Woah. I promise you; you had done nothing wrong, nothing at all wrong.’

‘Can I ask why?’

‘Of course, you can. Well about seven years ago I had feelings for JJ, I don’t have them anymore. Hotch and Gideon helped me ask her on a date, but she brought Garcia along. So, we became a friendship group, but I didn’t want to be just friends with JJ, but that’s how she viewed me. I didn’t want that to happen with you, so I pushed you away.’

‘Wait, you had feelings for JJ?’

‘Yes, a while ago. We are just friends now; I mean she has Will and even if she didn’t, we would only still be friends.’

‘Okay, but why did that lead you to push me away?’

‘Because you are pretty and smart. You light up any room you walk in to. Every police officer we talk to watches you like you are the only person talking to them. Every time we go out as team you have groups of men waiting to talk to you, to get a chance to have a conversation with. And all everyone views me as is this intelligent person who can tell you statistics from the top of my head and read 20,000 words a minute.’

‘But that’s not all you are Spencer Reid. Sure, you are smart, I mean beyond smart. But you are caring, I mean JJ told me about this girl who use to work for the BAU, and she said you were always there for her. You are always there for any of the team. I mean Henry looks at you as a role model.’

I couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through me at Y/N's words. She saw me, really saw me, for who I was beyond my intelligence.

‘Thank you, Y/N. That means a lot coming from you.’

She smiled at me.

‘And Y/N, you're beautiful, intelligent, and kind. I've never met anyone like you before. I can talk to you for hours about random facts, and you’re the only person who doesn’t seem to care when I ramble.’

‘Of course, I don’t Spencer, I love hearing you talk, I always have. Now, I don’t want to rush you, but I am getting hungry and my picnic is seeming really good right now.’

I chuckled at Y/N's enthusiasm and eagerly followed her as she led me to a secluded area of the museum's garden. Spread out on the grass was a beautiful picnic, complete with sandwiches, fruit, and a bottle of wine.

As we ate and talked, I felt myself falling even more for Y/N. Her intelligence and beauty were only surpassed by her kind heart and caring nature. I knew that I wanted to be with her, and I couldn't help but hope that she felt the same way.

As the sun began to set, we lay down on the blanket, watching the stars twinkle above us. Y/N snuggled closer to me, and I wrapped my arm around her.

Her face was glowing under the moonlight, and every time she pointed out a constellation, she had the biggest smile on her.

‘Hey Spencer, Garcia is looking after Gaius tonight.’

‘How did you get her to do that? Did you tell her you were going on a date?’

‘Maybe I did, but I didn’t say who with and I said that if she tries to find out who I will spoil all her favourite TV shows. And she loves Gaius, I’m pretty sure that’s the only reason she’s, my friend.’

I grinned at Y/N's words, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. It was nice to know that Garcia was taking care of Gaius, and that Y/N had found a way to keep our date a secret from the others.

As we lay there, I couldn't help but feel a sense of peace settle over me. The night was perfect, and being with Y/N felt like the most natural thing in the world.

‘I’m sure that’s not true. And why are you telling me that Garcia is looking after Gaius? Is that your way of saying you can stay over tonight?’

‘It absolutely is, if that’s okay with you?’

‘Of course, it is. It means I get to spend more time with you.’

Y/N smiled at me, her eyes glittering with mischief.

‘I was hoping you'd say that.’

The mischief look was still in her eyes and a small smirk had formed across her hips. She then pulled me in for a kiss, a deep, passionate, and caring sort of kiss. And as our lips met, and the world around us disappeared. All that mattered was the feeling of her soft lips against mine, the way her hand reached up to tangle in my hair.

‘I think we should head back to your apartment Dr Reid’.

I nodded in agreement, still lost in the blissful haze of the kiss. Y/N's hand slipped into mine as we walked back to her car, the warmth of her palm sending shivers down my spine.

As she drove us back, I kept looking at her.

‘Now you’ve got to be checking me out, you can’t be concerned about my driving.’

‘I am checking you out. I mean come on, have you seen yourself. You are beautiful, hot, and sexy all in one.’

‘Woah, coming in with the big guns huh.’

‘I am. I am pulling out the big guns.’

As I said that she pulled into my apartments parking lot.

I leaned over to her, my lips brushing against her ear.

‘And I plan on using those big guns all night long.’

I whispered seductively, well as seductively as I could.

A blush spread across Y/N's cheeks as she looked over at me, but she didn't protest. Instead, she leaned in to kiss me again, her tongue slipping into my mouth and exploring.

I pulled away, she seemed saddened by the loss of contact, but I smirked at her.

‘Let's save that for later, shall we?’

Y/N nodded, a mischievous glint returning to her eyes. ‘Oh, trust me, we'll have plenty of time for that.’

We got out of the car and Y/N took my hand, leading me towards the entrance of my apartment building.

As we walked up the stairs, I couldn’t help but feel excited over the fact our date had gone amazingly and that she was staying the night. That tomorrow when we woke up, she would be there next to me.

‘Y/N don’t forget who is in charge here. You seem to have been thinking it’s you this entire night. I mean kissing me like that, shoving your tongue in my mouth.’

She smirked at my remark.

‘You let me do that, seems you liked been dominated.’

‘Oh, do I now? Well, I don’t. I’ve let you do it, but I won’t anymore.’

I said as I opened my door and let us in. Y/N rolled her eyes but followed me inside.

‘So, what's going to happen now? You gonna tie me to your headboard and have your wicked ways with me?’

‘You’d like that wouldn’t you.’

‘Maybe I would Dr Reid, maybe I would.’

The mischievous glint was replaced by a seductive look, and all of a sudden I knew she meant what she had said.

‘You’re right. You know what I am going to do? I’m going to use your body for my pleasure.’

‘Oh really? You think I’d let you do that?’

‘I do because I know you. You see I know all about the stuff you get up to on your nights out with the girls. You act like such a slut, and why? Because you think men like that? You’re right, we do. But now, now you can’t just be anybody’s slut. You’re mine.’

Y/N smirked at me again, her eyes dancing with mischief.

‘Good luck with that, because I am nobody’s slut.’

‘Oh, we’ll see about that.’

I moved away from her, over to the bedside table where my handcuffs were sitting. After retrieving them, I sat on the bed.

The bed was soft, and my erection was growing harder by the second. I looked at Y/N, still standing by the door.

‘Come here baby.’

She shook her head, a smirk playing on her lips.

‘Come here.’

I repeated, standing up.

‘No.’

Y/N replied, looking at me defiantly.

I walked over to her, the handcuffs in one hand, and grabbed her by the wrist.

‘It’s not hard to follow orders Y/N, I’ve seen you follow them before. So, why aren’t you being a good girl for me?'

‘I’m not your dog Spencer, and I’m not your pet. I won’t go along with your little game.’

I pulled the woman to me, so that her body was pushed up against mine. I could sense the heat emanating from her, and it sent a shiver of desire through my body.

‘You see, that’s where you’re wrong. You are mine, and you will do as I say.’

I took the handcuffs and put them on Y/N's wrists, locking them together.

‘On the bed.’

I tugged on the handcuffs, walking backwards towards the bed. Y/N followed, a sly grin on her lips. She climbed on the bed.

‘Good girl.’

‘So, what you going to do to me Dr Reid?’

I climbed on top of Y/N, putting my weight on her.

‘Oh, I’m going to do whatever I want. You’re my slut, remember?’

‘Am I? Because if I remember correctly, you haven’t even asked me to be your girlfriend. So, what makes you think that I’m your slut?’

‘I know you. You just want to fuck me, don’t you? Is that what you want?’

‘No, I don’t just want you to fuck me. I want you Spencer, in everyway imaginable. But right now, yes, I do want you to fuck me.’

My penis was straining against my pants. I had never wanted someone as much in my life, and I never would again. I bent down, kissing her neck, trailing kisses across her collarbone.

‘Not yet Y/N.’

‘I want you to come for me.’

‘What?’

Y/N asked, her breathing speeding up.

‘I want you to come for me, come from me touching you. Come from me eating you out.’

‘Ok.’

Y/N whispered, thrusting her body up against mine.

‘Good girl.’

I rolled her dress up her legs, reviling her black thong.

‘You’re a dirty girl aren’t you.’

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.

I reached my hand up to her washboard stomach and pulled her thong to the side.

‘I’m a dirty girl for you.’

Y/N moaned as I slipped one finger inside her.

‘You like that don’t you?’

‘Yes.’

I pulled the finger out and sucked on it.

‘You taste amazing Y/N.’

A light moan left her mouth.

‘Spencer please. Please don’t stop.’

‘Calling me Spencer now. What happened to Dr Reid huh? If you aren’t going to be a good girl, I will stop.’

‘No don’t stop. Please.’

I inserted two fingers inside her, curling them up.

‘Oh god.’

Her head was thrown back against the pillow.

I delved my tongue inside her, licking her up and down.

‘You taste so good Y/N. You’re the perfect little slut.’

I continued to eat her out. Her moans sounded like a song. This is all I have ever wanted to do.

‘You’re beautiful like this. All for me. God, I can’t believe I waited so long to start talking to you. If I had known that you end up like this, I would haven’t ignored you at all.’

‘Please don’t stop now.’

‘Why are you close? Huh, just from my tongue and fingers you’re this close.’

‘Yes, God, please don’t stop.’

‘Why shouldn’t I, you’ve been a tease all evening and then you acted like the dominant one.’

‘I’m sorry, please, I won’t do it again.’

‘Don’t worry, I’m not planning on stopping. I’ve just got started.’

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