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Prowling Spider

My Spidersona and Her Backstory.

My Name is Amaiyah Brooke, but my friends call me Mai. I was bitten by a radioactive spider and for the passed three years, I’ve been the one and only prowling spider. On earth 425. And these past three years, have been the worst years of my life. During my first year, my parents were murdered in front of me and I’ve been raised by my Uncle Aaron, aka the prowler. I do what I need to do to survive. Which is frowned upon. I fight anyone I have to. Doesn’t matter their alliance. For the first few years I was used as an assassin towards King Pins enemies. So yea, I’ve killed a few people. My second year, I got into a run in with this weird vampire guy, who ended up tossing me into a collider on accident. I hope it was an accident. He was brawly, and really tall. I think he was Hispanic? Anyways, I didn’t die, but I became some sort of a monster. I’m a vampire, with a suit that glows in the dark, really my veins glow in the dark.

Recently, King Pin betrayed me. He wanted my power for himself. So he went from my boss to my Arch Nemesis. During these times, I had only one person who stuck beside me. He was a Funky Kid that usually failed all his classes because. Efe the Government. We were not always friends, I actually just tutored the kid for a bit and be became my best friend. His name is…well was…. Hobart Brown. When Kingpin saw that he was one of the only people I trusted. And went after him, I could have beat him, but this weird white guy covered in spots attacked me, so I didn’t make it fast enough and, He killed him, right in front of me. He died in my arms. So, I killed kingpin.

I took Hobie to his family, and they hated me. Other than his sister who knew who I was. She gave me his guitar pick, which I wear around my neck now. I am not sure how I got here. I didn’t want this power anymore if it meant everyone around me that I cared about die. So, I tried to end it all. But, someone grabbed me before i could drown. The same Dude who threw me in the collider. He took me to this Spider society. And told me I couldn’t die anyways. Due to my mutations. His name is Miguel, Miguel O Hara, who is the worst person you’ll ever meet.

He thinks he’s some saving Grace. And I hate him. Recently I’ve been working along side him go help put the dimension back. Fighting has always been something that helped me get rid of my pain. I used to struggle with really bad anxiety. Until I got these powers. I’m glad that’s gone. I’ve been making a name for myself in the Spider society. I go solo on a bunch of things. And I always come out victorious.

Miguel thinks I need to work with other people. But that’s rich coming from him, The person who refuses to ask for help when he is out numbered. But, I agreed. But, I wasn’t prepared for who he teamed me up with. In fact I think he did it to throw me off guard. He teamed me up with the group of trouble makers as he called it, Gwen Stacey, Pavitir and…Hobie Brown. Which is the perfect copy of my deceased best friend, just add spider powers. When I found out their identities after a few missions, I talked to Miguel. Which is where this story starts.

“MIGUEL WHAT THE HELL?!”

“Calm down, niña. What is the problem.”

“You know what the problem is Miguel. You could have at least warned me.”

I argued as Miguel walked away from me, I continued to walk behind him. I noticed the four in the room as I kept walking and arguing with him. I enjoyed there company but I don’t think I can do that again.

“What’s with her?”

Gwen asked. Watching me as I walked and argued with Miguel. Pav looked at us shocked.

“Can she do that? She can just argue with Miguel and not get attacked it threatened to be killed.”

Pavitir asked.

“It’s a metaphor for monarchy.”

Hobie said. At that moment Miguel basically told her to get over it. So you rolled your eyes pulling her mask back on and walking to the group. We had another mission already.

“We have a mission.”

She said bluntly, she noticed Hobie push himself in a chair in front of her. She stopped looking down at him through your mask.

“What’s wrong, you seem upset.”

He said with a cocky smile. His accent coming out at every word. Pav then swung before you.

“Yea, do you not like us anymore. I thought you enjoyed having us around, what changed?”

Pav expressed. She sighed and pat pav on the shoulder.

“I do. I just. I dunno, it doesn’t matter we are stuck anyways.”

She said as she pushed passed Hobies legs, sending the chair rolling a back. Hobie got up and shoved his arms in his pockets as he walked. You opened the watch, and went to the world the next anomaly was. Noticing…it was earth 425. Your earth. You gave Miguel a glare, as you guys walked into the portal.

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I’m Sorry! | Spencer Reid X Fem!reader

Warnings: Cussing, Smut, public sex, jealousy, violent topics, oral sex (Fem and Male receiving), aggression, arguing, yelling, alcoholic beverages, biting?, hand job (Male Receiving), switch Spencer.

It’s been six months since you had a bad run in with an Unsub. Trying to save your friend and your boyfriend Spencer’s life from them. You ended up getting shot and passing out into Spencer’s arms. Everything thought you were dead, even you. Until you woke up in a dark room, covered in ivs and bandages. Did you go through a surgery. You couldn’t feel anything because the Unsub kept you drugged, you were used as a scapegoat to their crimes. When you go caught by the team. They first thought you were the murderer. But due to your behavior they knew you were not, besides you were in the actual hospital when the Unsub donut more crimes. You woke up to your friend who seemed to be crying beside you. You were confused until she said that her and Spencer had intercourse several

Times when you were gone. And she ended up pregnant. However, she didn’t keep the child. You couldn’t have kids due to an issue with your uterus. She told you that they started the day you died. You were upset. And cut things off with her. You avoided Spencer pretty regularly or spewed passive aggressive insults at the guy. But, tonight at a welcome back party for you, you overheard spencer saying that he was gonna bring your old friend as his date. You were pissed.

“I can believe him! As if he didn’t already stab me in the back.”

You expressed in anger tossing the necklace across the room. You heard a sigh as your friend who you had been staying with picked up the necklace. As he walked to you. He was a 6’5 man, he was British and one of your best friends. His name was Jake.

“First of all, calm down love. And stop throwing stuff.”

He said with an eye roll. You turned to him as he handed you the necklace. You sighed and looked at all the cloths you had. Before you turned back to you.

“Do I have to go. I mean I know the party is for me and all. But he’s bringing her as his date.”

“Y/n. Instead of being so upset about it. Why don’t you just make him jealous. And stop throwing things.”

“Make him jealous? How? Who am I gonna bring. You’re not into girls-“

“They don’t know that. Here, how about this, wear his favorite outfit of yours, and go with me. Bewitch all the men.”

He explained. You sighed, picking out his favorite outfit of yours. Which. Seemed to also be your favorite. Of course it was black, I’m a edgy ass author so deal with it.

You decided to do it. Your night couldn’t get worse. You pulled on the dress and looked in the mirror. You sighed. You looked at the tattoo that you had, it was a lung dragon that covered most of your thigh. You remembered all the fun you and Spencer had with this dress. It also flustered him. Every time. You took a breath as you and Jake headed to the party.

As you walked into the party, you noticed the group of your old co workers talking. Before you saw Garcia and Morgan stare at you. As Spencer was talking to them

“Damn.”

Garcia said. Morgan looked at her then to what she was looking at. Nearly dropping his drink.

“Damn!”

He responded. This got Spencer’s attention. As he turned seeing you walking down the stairs in your outfit with the black heels. Your dress flowing behind you as you let your hair flow in it’s natural state. You felt all the eyes in you, before Spencer nearly spit his drink out looking at you. He covered his mouth before turning away. it was so pathetic how flustered he got. You did want to say high to your other best-friend Penelope and you didn’t mind talking to Derek again. So you made your way to the group. You and Jake kinda had a plan, and plus you wanted it have fun. As you walked closer you gave Penelope a hug.

“Hey. How’s it going! Thank you for the welcome back party!”

You said.

“Omg. You look great!”

“I didn’t know you had tattoos.”

Derek added after Garcia spoke. You turned to Derek with a annoyed eye roll.

“I have more than just this one. I just cover them up because people might not find me Professional.”

You said placing your hand on his shoulder. Derek seemed curious. He began to ask you about your tattoos as you explained them to him. You turned and saw Spencer. He was quiet. He rubbed his eye and placed his hands in his pockets. Like he was waiting for you to say something to him.

“Good evening Dr. Reid.”

You said coldly. Morgan looked at both of you. Before he looked at Penelope giving a offended face. More like a wide eyed look. The could tell you were mad at him. You usually called him Spencey or Love, or at least Spencer. Dr. Reid was in a aggressive tone and no one called him but strangers or…people who were mad at him.

“Evening y/n….”

He said in a slightly…blunt tone as well. You rolled your eyes turning back to the group.

“Damn. That was cold…”

Derek said. You barley talked to Spencer or your so called ex friend. You stuck with your coworkers. You took a few drinks but, Spencer seemed to be drinking them as well. It wasn’t often he drank. Jake walked to you wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

“Wanna dance?”

He asked. You smiled and nodded. Because he was your friend and you enjoyed hanging out with him and gossiping about the men in the neighborhood. You guys danced, just having fun with it, before you noticed Spencer gulping down a drink of hard whisky. From Rossis bottles. We all know Rossi drinks some strong stuff. It seems he was staring at you the whole time. He turned to Derek. Who gave him some advice.

“Reid. If you want something go get it. You don’t have to sit back and let what you want walk away. Take some control sometimes.”

Spencer wiped his mouth and walked to you.

“Can we talk. In private.”

He said with a look of anger? Sadness? No…jealously. You looked back at Jake and Ho shrugged as you walked with Spencer elsewhere. We’re you so excited to listen to what he had to say. His meer presence angered you.

The group seemed to talk.

“I bet you 15$ that he gets smacked.”

Garcia said. Morgan nodded. They’re ere making bets about how this encounter was gonna go. Typical group, and honestly. You didn’t care if was funny to you. You hoped he wouldn’t say something that bad. You walked into a room at the party. Which was just the meeting room.

“Alright. Talk.”

You said. You crossed your arms looking at Spencer.

“Why do you hate me so much now.”

“You seriously don’t know what’s making me upset.”

“I know a lot of things are making you upset. But, I need to know which one is the main issue.”

“WHAT? Oh, sorry, didn’t think having sex with my best friend MULTIPLE times didn’t mean that much to you my bad”

“Oh yea, that. I’m sorry. Okay. I thought you were dead.”

“You could have at least waited until my coffin was buried. Before you stuck your dick into her.”

“Listen. I was mourning. I thought you just died in my arms. I. Just needed to feel something other than sadness.”

“That doesn’t give you the right to fuck my best friend what was it. A day after?”

“22 hours….”

“IT WASN’T EVEN A DAY! At that point you should have just fucked on my body.”

“It’s not like that! I. It didn’t mean anything to me, I just…kept having nightmares.”

“Spencer. You got her pregnant?!?!”

“What? No!? Why would I do that, I’m not that much of a asshole.”

“What? She said she.”

“And for the record, yes I had sex with her, but, it was just once and it meant nothing to me.”

“I-“

Before you spoke. She walked in. You turned.

“What do you mean it meant nothing to you?!”

“You told her I got you pregnant? You know I would never do that! Are you trying to trap me?”

“What! We almost had sex several times.”

“No we didn’t. It was barley once and I left. You kept coming to my apartment and trying to keep trying it. After I told you I didn’t want to!”

You backed up as you watched the two argue. You were disgusted, angry, sad. And felt horrible. You sighed as you began to walk out of the room into the hall as the two argued. She left and you heard Spencer running after you.

“Y/N wait!”

He said. You turned, going into the only room close to you. He followed you in closing the door, it was a closet of course. Why did he follow you.

“What do you want Spencer…”

“I want to know what I can do to make you not hate me anymore.”

You noticed he had on one of the braclets you got him. He adjusted it. You looked at him.

“Spencer. I just need space right now. I’m sorry I believed her over you. But you still cheated on me.”

You said. You know damn well you wouldn’t get that. You walked to the door trying to open it. It didn’t budge, you kept pulling, You were both stuck in this small closet at a party when the music was so loud. No one could hear him scream if you killed him. He walked over to you trying to help, he continued to pull before he nearly fell on top of you. How do you two always end up in situations like this. You tried to get up, you were successful but Spencer’s bracelet was stuck on the bottom of your dress.

“Son of a bitch!”

He exclaimed trying to get off of the skirt. You tried to pull away, as well,.

“Spencer! Unclip it!”

“Im trying! If you would stop moving I could get the thing off!”

You guys argued. You stood up leaning against the wall as he struggled to unhook the bracelet.

“Here let me help you!”

“I got it!”

He said as he finally got loose, looking up at you. The strap of your dress falling down, you rolled your eyes and fixed it. With a slight blush flushing his cheeks. He tried to move around, but it felt like the room was getting smaller. You sighed walking to the door accidentally brushing against him and knocking on the door to see if you could get someone to hear you. No luck you turned and bumped into Reid. You could feel something poking you.

“What the hell Spencer!”

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to it just happens when I’m really close to you.”

You looked at him. Man all this arguing made this tension really sexual. It didn’t help Spencer’s situation.

“Get rid of it!”

“I can…I can try. I..I mean.”

He expressed. He was obviously embarrassed about it, and master baiting in front of you. You rolled your eyes. If someone comes in here and sees he’s got his hard on, what are you supposed to do. You could get rid of it easier. You sighed pushing him against the wall and sliding your hand down his chest.

“Damn it. Do I have to to everything.”

“This is all your…your fault! You….You got me all worked up and…oh my god.”

He said as you slid your hand in his pants. Trying to help him get rid of his boner. He let out some soft moans, leaning his had back. Wait, why were you doing this? You could have just left him where he was and let him get embarrassed about it, or get rid of it himself. Maybe you just wanted to touch him again. You then moved to your knees, you have to make this quick, you fully unbuttoned his pants, putting the tip in your mouth, before moving to the shaft. Spencer didn’t know what to do with himself, leaning back against the wall and gripping the shelves as he nearly finished. You sighed and rubbing his chest.

“Now hurry up and finish the job. So no one walks in and thinks we are having sex in the utilities closet.”

Spencer looked at you, his eyes matching yours as you turned away. He continued to Stare, seemingly frustrated from you but helping him finish. It was then, the words derek told him lingered in his head.

He grabbed your arm, pulling you back. You gasped, before you could say something he pulled you in for a deep kiss. You were surprised, and turned on. You kissed him back as he roughly pushed you to the same wall you had him locked in, as the kiss became more sloppy, you could feel his hand sliding up your leg, before he kissed your neck, pushing the folds of your dress over, and pulling down you panties.

“Spencer wha-“

“Please. I need you…you’re all I need….you’re all I want.”

He said. Oh…that was….attractive. It was like you forgot you hated home for a moment, nodding and giving him consent. He smiled, as he kissed you roughly again, pulling one our legs up to his hip, sliding it up to your thigh as he pushed himself into you. You let out a moan, and so did he. Pushing you deeper into the wall giving you all of him. You let out a breathy moan, as you bit your lower lip and swung your head back. I’m buttoning his shirt with the hand that wasn’t holding onto him. He was slamming into you, with all of his anger. And you loved every inch and every minute of it. After what was not long enough you felt yourself about to cum, it was not often you came before him.

“Oh my goddd~”

You moaned, as he pulled out panting. Why did he stop, neither of you were finished yet. What is he doing.

“Spencer what the-“

“I need to give you another form of apology…but we need to be quiet.”

He said. You looked at him confused as he slid down to your inner thighs, kissing the insides and biting at them. You whimpered, he knew how much he loved it when he did this, before he kissed deeper inside, before eating your dripping cunt, you let out a whiny moan. When he covered your mouth with his hand. This only made you wanna be louder, letting out a cry that was muffled by his warm hands. You couldn’t take it anymore, your legs began to shake, which let Spencer know you were about to cum. He pulled his hair out the way you felt his tongue exploring every inch of your insides. You couldn’t hold it. Cumming in his mouth. He licked every drop of youre juices, before you pulled his head up to yours, kissing him as your tongues danced, he continued kissing you as you felt his cock enter you once more. You whimpered, not again. How many times, how long can he go. He continued to kiss you as he railed into you, the shelves smacking the wall with your movements. You really didn’t care how loud you were being at this point, the music was so loud you could hear every word through the layers of wall. He became sloppier, before slamming into you once more, this time you felt him filling you up with his seed. You both panted, taking a moment to catch your breath.

“Shit, someone’s coming down the hall.”

Spencer said before he began to button his shirt back up, tucking it back in his pants. He looked around handing you your panties, as you quickly pulled them on trying to straighten out all the wrinkles in it, as you saw the door rattle. You looked at him and backed into a separate corner to keep things, a bit less obvious. As the door opened, you saw Morgan. Who gave a knowing look.

“Are you guys don’t arguing yet. Good grief.”

He said. You looked at Spencer before you spoke.

“Did you lock us in here?”

“Maybe…I meant to only only do it for a few minutes, but Garcia wanted a drink and then we started dancing. To be frank I just remember you two were in here.”

You and Spencer looked at each other. Before Spencer gave Morgan a glare.

“Why would you do that.”

“It’s whatever. See you later Spencey.”

You interrupted as you walked out of the room. Heading back to the party. Derek gave Spencer a smirk.

“You’re welcome.”

“What?”

“Helped you out didn’t I. You got to get your freak on with the only girl you love too.”

“What? How did you.”

“Your ties still messed up buddy. Might wanna fix that.”

He said patting Spencer on the shoulder and walking away with a smile as if he was proud of himself. Spencer looked down at his crooked and loosened tie. Before he fixed it and head back to the party.

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Anything For You | Pt. 1

Dom!Spencer X Fem!reader

Warning: Smut, Oral (fem receiving), choking, roughness, praise. Possessive Reid, angry Reid, mentions of SA, threats, violence, use of drugs, obsession, kidnapping, Alcohol Usage.

This is gonna be a long and unhinged one.

After Spencer helped you get out of being kidnapped by Cat Addams. Things began to get a little heated. You guys stayed before he went to prison and you visited him everything you could. After prison Spencer became obsessive, possessive and addictive to you. He didn’t like the person he became so you decided to break up. You knew he would do anything for you. He seemed to become jealous more often. Even when no I’m a official relationship. Every time an Unsub would mention you or threaten you, he became more and more aggressive towards them. On several accusations he had to be taken out of the room due to the team needed to remove him from almost killing or beating the hell out of the unsubs. It only got worse when he started getting high again. He was clean for a long time, but he needed that outlet again. And it pained you. You noticed Spencer would always call you and text you when he was high. The nerdy guy you once loved was still there, but his anger sometimes clouded his judgment.

Every passing day. You continued to work. Doing your job. Since you backed down from being an Agent after a pretty awful encounter and you started teaching self defense classes full time. You could tell it was getting worse. You were aggravated when he called you late at night when he was high. You loved the guy, but it just didn’t seem fair that he only had the courage to message you when he was high. Sometimes you would give into the temptations of high him. After that last argument of confronting him. He seemed to have stopped taking the drugs.

He still texted you everyday. And you tried to respond back. But sometimes you just couldn’t. You didn’t need high Spencer, you didn’t need Spencer texting you and calling you everyday. You wanted the real Spencer. The in person Spencer. The give you roses when he felt like it Spencer. You kept up with the team, especially Garcia. And trust me they would tell you everything. You still helped with the cases without being in person. You hung out with the ladies often. Drinking and shopping. Those were you favorite times.

“When are you gonna give in and start taking to him again. It’s obvious he still loves you.”

*Prentiss said as she took a sip of her wine. Jj added.*

“And you obviously still love him.”

*You looked up from your phone. Reading the countless text messages. She took a sip of your drink. Garcia took a sip of her fruity drink.*

“You think that’ll help? He can get kinda scary sometimes.”

*Garcia added. You looked at her confused before she cleared her throat. You kind wondering. Was he being rude to them?*

“Oh no! Not to us. He’s still Dr. Reid. But-“

“What she means is. He has been getting pretty unhinged and physical with unsubs.”

Jj said, trying to help Garcia fix what she said. Prentiss looked at them and nodded.

“Yea, last week Hotch and Rossi had to pull him off of the Unsub that you helped take down. We had to interview him because he had a copy cat.”

“Yea. Spencer was about to kill him after what he said.”

*the girls said. Garcia added in. As you looked at them in fear. You were kinda concerned about what the guy said to make Spencer go off like that.*

“I mean. He deserved it, the guy litterly threatened to get the copy cat to go to your house, and make you his next.”

Garcia said. You shifted in your chair: to be honest. You didn’t know weather to be angry, impressed, concerned or thankful. You didn’t have much fight in you after what happened when Spencer was in prison. You took a long sip of the drink you had.

“Let’s talk about something else.”

You offered. Leaning back. Of course they changed the subject. And the hang out went on for a while. Before you head home. First you had some paperwork to finish. You walked to the door and began to unlock the door. Before a bag was tossed over your head and you were drug away. Thrown in the back of a van. Damn it. I left that job to avoid this. You felt yourself get zip tied before you were set up, the bag ripped off so you can see your abductor. It was a woman, she was young. Like she was just trying to become a famous Unsub. You didn’t know her tho. The woman pulled out a laptop, before calling a state prison.

“Did you get her?”

A woman asked on the other end of what seemed like a video call. You knew that voice. The girl turned the laptop to you. As you saw her, cat Addams. She was in prison for a while; so this kid must have been a twisted fan. You remember Cat all to well. You bested her, several times. Now, she bested you. You groaned. It’s been years since that incident. You felt the van come to a halt. As the door swung open and you were grabbed from behind by a male. He was also young. They held a gun to your back as they tossed you into a chair, zip thing you to the chair. As they set the computer up. Living streaming it as they taped your mouth shut. You knew what was next. You sighed, as they began to beat you. You were so tired of this. So used to the pain it didn’t hurt that much anymore. Desensitizing yourself. They pumped your full of drugs, so you were out of it. At least they kept you clean. A few days past, you endeared pain everyday. Sometimes you’d fight back. But usually you’d just take it.

One day, you noticed something was up, as the team rushed to you earlier than usual. Resetting up the computer with cameras on you. You knew you didn’t have long, but, knowing you were going to die soon, kinda, comforted you. As you looked at the laptop, you saw a camera in a interrogation room. Cat Addams sitting there, staring at it, before the door opened and Jj and Prentiss rushed in. Of course Cat was smug about it. You could hear them, but you couldn’t talk to them. You watched as they interrogated her for hours. Not getting anything.

“You both know I’m not going to talk to you. You know exactly who I want to talk to.”

Cat said. That’s when the girls left the room, Jj coming back in. With Spencer. Garcia was right, he was kinda scaring you. He came in with such force and slammed his hands on the table, his dark tie dangling over the table. Of course it pleases Cat. She was getting all she wanted. Cat just wanted to mess with him. Of course they asked some questions, and got some answers. It took a while for cat to finally give them what she wanted. Handing them a hard drive. Rossi didn’t let cat leave. But they slammed a laptop down and Input the hard drive. You braced yourself as the two Surrounded you, both with masks. As soon as the hard drive was in, and they obviously looked at the cameras they began to torture you. Only on Cats Command. First they were dumping water on you. And then Beating you. It didn’t go far before Spencer approached Cat and grabbed her. Threatening her life.

“Tell me where she is right now. Or I swear I will kill you.”

She continued yelling at her, as she smiled. Laughing as jj pulled him back. He started to calm down. Before…

“By the time you find her, it will be to late.”

This set Spencer off, as Cat began to laugh, him breaking from Jjs grip pushing her out of her chair. It took the whole team to go grab Spencer. You couldn’t help it. Seeing this made you upset. You just wanted to cry.

“How far will you go for her Spencer! Thank of it!”

Cat muttered, then all footage was cut. You groaned, sitting in the darkness. You knew Spencer would go so so far. It scared you. You endeared the pain longer. Before you heard commotion outside a day later. You were hungry, and thirsty. And in pain. As the commotion continued, the male Unsub walked into the room in a very aggressive manor. This was it, he held a knife to your head, as she drug you out of the werehouse. Onto the roof. Before he walked you towards the edge. You could see the bottom. It could kill you if you fell in this state. You nose bleeding. As you looked at the bright lights. You watched as the police cards and SUVs pulled in. All of them holding guns at you and the two. You watched as Reid ran out of the car running close to the roof. No Reid. Don’t do it, they will kill me right in front of you. You thought. They began to do their normal hostage thing.

“Come any closer, and I’ll push her over! Her brains will be all over the floor.”

The male yelled. The woman held a gun towards you as well. You rolled you eyes at them. Spencer put his hands up.

“Listen. You don’t have to do this. I’m am the target of your violence. Take me, you don’t have to hurt her anymore okay.”

He said. Spencer took off his FBI vest, throwing it to the side despite the team yelling at him to stop. He didn’t care, he was more concerned with you he threw his gun to the side. You began to try to fight them. Shaking your head and crying out trying to get him to not do it, muffled by the tape.

“Do you have anymore weapons on you!?”

The girl asked. Spencer shook his head.

“Prove it then!”

The male added. Spencer nodded as he untucked his shirt, and showed them that he was not hiding any weapons. It was kinda distracting as you looked at him. Your life was at risk and so was Spencer no time to check him out. Even tho his physique improved.

He looked like he hasn’t slept in days. And was he wearing a tshirt and a jean jacket? He was tan, and it was really impressive. You snapped out of it, what the hell are you doing. Your about to die! The unsubs drug you down to the front walking you to the entrance about to make a trade. The team turned their gun safety off. Spencer turned to them and shook his head.

“Don’t shoot.”

He told the team. You didn’t know what he was doing, but you noticed that they used you as a Shield. As the group inched closer, lowering their guard, they toss you to the side. Spencer looking at you. You haven’t seen him for a while. They lowered their gun, trusting Spencer would come peacefully. As they held a gun to his head, you began to wiggle and yell as they began to squeeze the trigger. You began to cry, no not today. Then, Spencer tackled you, pushing you to the ground and blocking you with his body as the team began to shoot the unsubs. As the unsubs went down, Spencer pulled a knife from his pocket taking off the tape covering your mouth, and beginning to untie you.

“Spencer! What the hell were you thinking! You could have got yourself killed.”

That was the first thing that escaped your mouth. He looked at you, as he continued to free you. Of course you could have said something nicer, but that was all you could think of.

“I know Y/N. But I saved your life.”

He said. His tone was aggressive as well. He then helped you up. You looked at him shocked by what he said.

“You can’t just put yourself in the line of fire Spencer! I don’t care how reckless you are feeling!”

You yelled. He gave you a look of annoyance. You were so angry with his recklessness. But, you couldn’t help but love him. He began to walk away.

“Got it. Thanks. A simple thank you would be nice.”

He said with an attitude. You watched him walk, score you ran after him.

“Wait!”

You said. He turned and gave you a what look. You tightly hugged him. That seemed to catch him off guard. He hugged you back, hesitantly, as if he was holding back, before medics arrived. You honestly didn’t wanna let him go, but you had to. As the medics separated you from him. You honestly felt fine. Yes you had a few bruises and cuts, you’ve gone through worse. But it was procedure. I mean after that half ass hug, the only thing that really hurt right now were your feelings. The injury’s needed attention, but you got sent home the next day.

You just felt so angry. You hated him, no, you just loved him. He’s all you could think about. You needed his touch, but you tried to deny it. You hoped for him to text or call you. But you heard nothing from him. For weeks. It just made you so angry. News reporters continued to knock on your door asking questions. One time someone was so consistent. You swore they left.

“I don’t have a comment!”

You yelled at the door, they kept knocking. You swung open the door, yelling without seeing who it was.

“WHAT!!!!”

You said. You froze looking at the door. Spencer was leaning against the wall, he seemed, drunk.he could barley stand up. He leaned on the wall. His tie was messy, his button up, halfway untucked, and he was covered in sweat.

“Y/n! Can I come in or not!”

He slurred. He seemed upset still. But, you couldn’t leave him out like that. He would probably kill someone. You stood aside letting him in, as he swerved inside. He never used to drink. At first you thought he was high but you could smell the booze. You knew based on his state you had to give him some authority.

“Spencer. What the hell is your problem! You can’t keep doing this to Yourself.”

You said in a calm yet stern tone, as he sat down. He looked around. Before grabbing something off your side table. It was a small knickknack. Something an old male friend gave to you.

“What the hell is this thing.”

He asked. He spun it around before seeing the note on the bottom.

“Who the hell is Steven!?”

He asked in an aggressive tone. You grabbed the knickknack.

“A friend.”

“You already started dating again. Of course. Why didn’t I see that coming.”

He began to ramble off. You hated seeing him like this. Why was he so angry.

“Spencer what do you want?”

You asked. He kept rambling. It wasn’t his normal tone. But, it kinda reminded you of the old him, when he added a random fact.

“You know! Most of the time when a guy buys you a gift. He just wants to fuck you.”

He said. This frustrated you even more.

“Not true.”

“It is so true! Don’t deny it! That’s how I was when I got you that necklace! I was so young and dumb back then. I never fought for what I wanted. And I lost everything for it.”

He said. You looked down. You seemed to catch the undertones here. So you decided to ask.

“Well Spencer. What is the alcohol helping you fight now.”

“WHAT? I am only a little drunk!”

“Fine fine I’m sorry. But what is it that you want so bad right now, that you show up like this.”

You asked. His demeanor changed. He began yelling at you. You sighed. Before yelling over it.

“OH MY GOD SPENCER WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!?”

“You! All I ever wanted was you y/n! That’s all I still want. Don’t you know I’d do anything for you, I’d die for you, I’d steal for you, I’d fight for you, hell I’d kill for you!”

He blurted. You looked at him. His eyes were dark. And full of jealousy. He began to talk again and you stood there.

“Why don’t you get that! You’re the only person I’d kill and die for! I love you! Why don’t you get that!”

“Spency…”

“Don’t Spency me!”

He yelled. He then stormed out of your house. Nearly slamming the door, as he sped off. You are shocked. You looked down and locked the door. You didn’t know how to take it.

((BREAK TIME BESTIES! GET SOME WATER!!! You’re gonna need it!!))

As the next day came by, you curled up on your couch, watching TV. Before deciding to take a quick shower. The day was normal, though you spent the whole time reading Spencer’s drunk texts. At this point you were just wearing a big shirt and some underwear. The messages went from anger, to sadness in the matter of minutes. You wanted to respond. But you just, didn’t feel up to it mentally. Not only that, but you didn’t know what to say. You turned your phone all the way off, before hugging your pillow closely. You broke down crying into the pillow, and screaming in anger. It wore you out, so you ended Falling asleep for a few hours. Before waking up looking at the darkness of the house. You just wanted to talk to him again.

You heard a knock on the door. You sighed, not wanting company. You looked out the peephole this time. Seeing Spencer. You opened the door, he wasn’t high, he wasn’t drunk. He was just, himself. As you opened the door he looked at you with doe eyes. You hated those damn eyes.

“You weren’t answering your phone…”

He said lowly. You sighed, letting him in as he walked in. Closing the door behind him. He smelt like his normal self. The smell of coffee and paper.

“I’m didn’t mean it! Whatever I said to make you so upset when i was…”

“Drunk?”

“Yea. Listen, I was out of line and I shouldn’t have said that.”

He said. You stopped walking clenching your fists, before you turned to him, he looked so pathetic like this. You walked to him. He fully Prepared himself to get smacked. But, you couldn’t smack him. You cupped his cheeks and kissed him. He pulled away and continued talking.

“I’m sorry.”

He said. You kissed him again. Every time you would stop he would apologize. Apologizing through the kisses. Until you sighed.

“Just shut up.”

You sId softly. He nodded, as he kissed you again. This time the kisses were a lot rougher. Holding your chin. He pulled away and started speaking again.

“God, it’s been so hard trying to stop myself from coming over all the time. I was just so frustrated with myself.”

He said. He sat down, you listened to him talk. You didn’t really wanna talk though. Other parts of your body wanted other things. He kept going on and on about being sorry.

“I don’t care Spencer. You saved my life.”

You said. As she walked to him, kissing him deeply. He pulled you in closer, kissing more and more aggressive. Pushing him on the couch. Pulling away. He looked at you, like he was about to say something again. You covered his mouth and kissed his neck.

He slid his hand down your back, before he put it under your shirt. Rubbing your bare back. As she began to pull up your shirt. You weren’t wearing a bra under, he pulled off your shirt, staring at you beauty. You giggled as you kept kissing him. He was obviously distracted. You began to slid your hand from his neck, down to his chest and to his waist band. You slid your hand down his pants, Spencer gasping.

“W-wait.”

He said. You leaned up, removing you hand from his boxers. He grabbed your waist, flipping you guys over. Did he get stronger? Your wrapped your legs around his waist as he pulled off his shirt fully. He looked down at you.

“You don’t know how long I’ve thought about this moment.”

He said in a breathy tone. You looked at him with pleading as he kissed you, sliding his hand down your chest, and body, slipping his hand into your panties, you felt him touch you, using his thumb to rotate your clit. You let out a whimper. As he did so, he kissed your neck, leaving hickeys down it. His breathing was labored.

“Your so beautiful.”

He said, as he kissed down your neck, around you chest, before he pulled you panties off. Kissing your inner thigh. He was teasing you at this point, you wiggled, trying to move. He slid his hand up, wrapping it around your throat. As he began to lick down there, you let out a few moans, as he began to eat you out. Unhinging you, your moans becoming louder, as he used the hand he was choking you with to cover your mouth.

“Shhh Honey! Someone will hear you.”

He said. You nodded, you couldn’t help it, he was being so rough, was this the first time he had sex out of prison? The feeling was driving you over the edge, he’s never done this before. You couldn’t help but reach your climax quickly. He knew that, and he used it against you. He let you cum. It’s not like you to cum just from being eaten out. But god was he good at it. When you came so soon, he laughed, moving up and kissing you. You tasted yourself. He began to pull away.

“W-wait where are you going?”

You pleaded. He looked at you. Giving you a smirk.

“Oh Honey, What’s wrong? Do you want more attention?”

He asked. You nodded. He looked at you emotionless.

“I can’t hear you.”

He mocked. You protested.

“Fine fine! Yes I want more! Please!”

You begged. He gave you a sadistic smirk. He loved making you feel this way. And to think it used to be you making him beg for you. He leaned down.

“Well. I don’t plan on being Gentle with you. Hon.”

He taunted. That’s all you wanted to hear honestly. He began to unbutton his pants, pushing you down.

“Tell me if you want me to stop.”

He said. As he rammed into you. Your eyes tearing up. You whimpered in pain. You were not prepared for that. He began to grind into you, it started soft, letting you get used to the feeling. It has been a while since you’ve done this. He began to kiss you, picking up speed. Soon he was going so fast and hard, the couch was moving along with him. The roughness caught you off guard as you began to let out loud moans. Losing yourself, as you gripped his shoulders, your fingernails digging into his skin, you held on for dear life. You could feel an orgasm coming on, your legs beginning to shake. You but you lower lip, as he moved his hand to the side of you. Holding you into place.

“Oh my god, Spencer! Please! I can’t-“

“You’re gonna have to hold it for a second. Can you do that for me?”

He asked. You teared up, nodding. It was as if you agreeing made him even more rough, he kissed you neck. You became over stimulated as he went faster and faster. You gripped his back harder, you looked at him. As he leaned over you, panting as you couldn’t hold it anymore. You came all over him, and he still kept going, before you felt him fill you up with his warmth. He panted, sweat falling down his face. He then kissed you deeply.

“Good Girl.”

He panted. He pulled you up, carrying you to the bedroom as he laid beside you, covering you both with the blanket. You panted as you looked at him. He gave you a smirk. As you wrapped around him. Kissing him once more. You fell asleep in each others arms. As you woke up, you noticed the empty space beside you. Damn it. Did he just one night stand me. You thought, you heard footsteps as you saw Spencer walk into the bedroom, drying his hair after a shower. He was in his pants but he looked at you.

“God my back stings.”

He said. He turned to grab shirt, as you looked at the scratches you left on his back. You blushed and looked away. He looked at you once more, wrote looking in the mirror.

“That could explain it.”

You never once thought. Someone like Spencer could behave like that. You never expected to be in this situation. I guess things do change.

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Bolinus brandaris [S. R]

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

word count: 1.6k

summary: Reid loves the gift you just gave him and the whole team can notice.

"Everyone ready to go back?" Gideon asked, taking a quick look at the jet to make sure all of you were there. You had an extortion case quite far from home, Miami to be exact, and you had a long flight back to Quantico, so the last thing he wanted was to forget someone.

Miami was a beautiful place that you would have liked to visit in other circumstances, that had nothing to do with crimes at all, since you had always felt a certain weakness for the warm climate, the sticky breeze, and the sound of the waves that were on the beach.

You had only had the chance to go to a mall to buy a new outfit, because yours had been completely ruined, while Morgan took advantage of the wait to buy an ice cream popsicle. It hadn't been a dream ride, but it was something at least.

“I feel like I could sleep for 90 hours straight,” you sighed, closing your eyes and falling into Spencer's side as usual. You two were the youngest, he was younger than you of course, so it was easier to connect with him than the other members of the team. You seemed to have similar interests and he was strangely comfortable with you.

“You would actually need to wake up periodically to expel fluids or you would risk bursting your bladder or even your bowels, because even though your digestive system shuts down when you sleep it only does so for a certain number of hours. Maybe you could sleep for 14 or 17 hours, which is what a baby sleeps, but 90 seems excessive to me even if you do not consume drinks or food before doing so”

"It's an expression, Reid" you laughed, but without the intention of making him feel bad for having answered you that way. Sometimes it was necessary to explain to him that you weren't being serious, as obvious as this seemed.

"You can sleep through the whole trip" he argued and although you still had your eyes closed you assumed that he had shrugged "I'll wake you up if you start snoring"

"I don’t hoarse!" you defended yourself, playfully smacking him on the arm and hearing him laugh. Somehow watching him led you to remember a chain of events ending in the package you had carefully stowed in your bag and you almost jumped out of your seat the next second: "Wait, I just remembered something" you reported and went to the baggage area to rummage through your suitcase, taking just a few minutes to be back in your seat “I bought you this”

"Me?" he asked in disbelief. The others were on their own business enough to notice your conversation, making the moment a bit more private.

“I looked at it and just thought of you. Although I don't know if you're going to like it” you said shyly, handing him something wrapped in a paper bag with a store sticker on it. You had found the gift when you went shopping for your clean outfit and a part of you had been anxious all day to be able to give it to him to watch his reaction.

Reid looked at it curiously and handled it carefully, as if he were afraid it would fall apart in his fingers, until he managed to open it and took a piece of cloth from it.

"A scarf?"

“I saw you in one the other day and I thought you might like them. You know, you always wear your vests under your coats and your ties and you're always overdressed, but in a cute way” you laughed, while you pointed your hands at your body pretending to touch the pieces of his outfit "But it's okay if you don't want to wear it"

"No! I mean yes. I want to use it” he reassured you. Spencer held it out to look at it more carefully: it was purple, a stripe in the middle of patterned colored rhombuses intertwined with some embroidery of branches with leaves in black. "Did you know that the color purple is related to royalty because of how difficult it was to obtain the pigment before the Christian era? It is obvious that artificial dyes didn’t exist at that time, so everything they dyed the fabrics with had to be obtained from nature and that particular tone was quite difficult to obtain because it came from Bolinus brandaris, an extremely rare species of sea snail. To obtain 1 gram of this substance it is necessary to have 10,000 snails. And that gram was barely enough to dye a small piece. Its value and the difficulty in mass-producing it is due to the fact that the substance obtained had to be left to dry in the sun for a very precise time to be used later. Half a kilo of wool dyed in that color cost what would now be equivalent to around 300,000 euros,” he said, still holding the scarf as he rambled on. "It is also related to liturgical attire, it symbolizes power, wisdom, and is the perfect combination between the energy of red and the calm of blue”

“Oh yeah, I… I knew all that before I bought it, I didn't choose it just because I think purple brings out your eyes” you blatantly lied, making your friend laugh tenderly.

“What I meant to say is that I like it” he added, a little embarrassed by the smile and attention with which you had been observing him. You always did that when he wandered off, leaving him helpless and not knowing how to react.

"You said it has to do with wisdom, right?" you exclaimed and he nodded gently "Do you think there's some weird psychological reason why my brain knew that and linked it to you or was it just a coincidence?"

"Well, it's hard to explain..." he began to say, turning a little in his seat to be closer to you and begin a long explanation about the connections that our brain creates with things and people.

You were completely exhausted but you didn't have the heart to stop him from saying anything he had to say and you listened intently as much as your body would allow, until eventually you were lulled to sleep by the sound of Spencer's soft voice. When he stopped hearing your hums he realized that you had already fallen asleep and he moved your body carefully until you were completely reclining on the chair, so that when you woke up the physical pain of sleeping on the plane would be less. He, for his part, stayed in the seat next to you sheltered your rest, and at some point ended up asleep too.

The day after she came back from Miami, Spencer was already wearing the scarf you gave him. He had matched it with a brown coat, a vest in a darker shade of purple than the scarf, and a white shirt that together made him look perfect. Also, his well-brushed straight hair fell to the side and his tanned skin looked particularly clean.

You didn’t need to tell him anything because the smile you gave him when you looked him up and down was reason enough for him to be flattered and also proud to receive your approval. All day you watched him, a bit for the garment and a bit for the very pleasure of admiring him, and you noticed that he frequently checked that everything about him looked good, as if he was trying to impress you. Every time he spoke he avoided looking at you, only at you, but you couldn't take your eyes off him.

The day after that he used it too and the next day and the next, to the point where it was strange to see him go anywhere without it, as if it had become a part of him. After a week, while they waited in the boardroom, Elle finally had the courage to face the situation and ask Spencer why the particular choice for something for everyday use.

"It's that his girlfriend gave it to him" answered Morgan, before the brunette could say anything.

"That? No! Y/N is not my girlfriend” he said, completely embarrassed and making sure with his eyes that you weren't around to hear that.

"Oh, now I understand" JJ joined the conversation.

"You understand what?"

“You are always taking care that it doesn’t get dirty or stained”

"Yes, I don't like my clothes to get ruined"

"But more so if it's something his girlfriend gave him" insisted Morgan and in a fit that no one expected Spencer took a ball of paper and threw it at his face. That just got a collective laugh.

"I just like it. That's all”

"We all know you like her, Reid," added Hotch, who had kept quiet thus far and didn't even look up from the files. He flushed red to the ears as the rest of the team shared another laugh, and just seconds later you and Gideon walked through the door.

"Good morning"

"Good morning" answered the others, like school children before the arrival of a teacher. There was one seat left next to Morgan that Gideon took and that forced you into the only remaining chair between Elle and Spencer.

“Did I miss something interesting?” you murmured, leaning into him and smiling close to his face.

"No" he replied kindly, feeling your gaze drop from his eyes.

"Your scarf," you said, reaching out your hands to move it a little around his neck "It was out of place"

Everyone else, except for Gideon, shared knowing glances and stifled giggles as they watched the nervous way he thanked you. It didn't help too much that for the entire meeting you were completely distracted looking at your partner next to you, making the whole team wonder when the two of you were finally going to end up kissing.

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That’s My Boy

Spencer!Reid X Fem!Reader

Just some fluff. Random chaotic moments with you and Reid. Something Short!

“What is he doing?”

“I don’t know. But it’s weird.”

“I think he has finally lost his Mind.”

Jj, Prentiss and Rossi said. Looking at each other. You walked out of Garcias lair, seeing the three. You looked at them confused, before approaching them. You looked at what they were looking at, as you noticed Morgan staring with a case file in his hand.

“Huh.”

Morgan said. You looked over, seeing what they were looking at, watching as Spencer spun around in his chair. You pinched the bridge of your nose.

“Really…all I did was tell him that I’d get coffee with him.”

“Hmm…well. That makes sense for some reason.”

Rossi responded. Prentiss then spoke.

“Haven’t you guys been dating for like a year or something?”

“Yes. Yes we have…we don’t often get to go in dates tho.”

“We have a case- what is he doing.”

Hotch interrupted. Morgan pat Hotch on the back, as the group began to walk into the meeting room.

“Questioning it will not do you any good.”

Morgan said. Hotch rose and eyebrow, before he walked into the meeting room. Leaving Morgan to call for Spencer.

“Hey! Loverboy! We have a case!”

Morgan yelled. Spencer stopped his chair, sitting there for a second. It was obvious he was dizzy. He then stood up and joined you in the meeting room. You laughed a bit. Watching him happily walk in. You didn’t quite know why he did these things. But, you thought it was cute. Spencer would get bashful Everytime something minor happened between you. But, he was your sweet baby boy. You enjoyed watching him smile. As you opened the case files. Reid twirling his pen from across the table. He wasn’t very focused. You continued to looked at the files, looking up at the happy Spencer.

“Spency, Focus or we won’t make it to that Coffee date.”

You said. Spencer looked at you before he opened his file, beginning to study. That’s your boy.

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JJ: Could you guys at least try to see this from my perspective?

Derek: *crouches down*

Emily: *kneels down*

Spencer: *sits on the floor*

JJ: …

JJ: I hate all of you.

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Exposed

Summary: You and Spencer don't realize how many of your not-safe-for-work conversations have been on the FBI's radar until a memo gets distributed

Word Count 1.0k

Content Warning: NSFW (18+) themes

Similar to how it's never good to get called into the principal's office, it's never good when Hotch calls a meeting in the middle of the day. With no case, active or pending, curious looks get exchanged before the team when Hotch speaks from the landing before you all climb the stairs and follow Hotch to the boardroom.

Spencer slyly sits next to you, pretending he didn't notice Morgan was going to sit there. He taps your foot under the table, which you didn't understand could be flirtatious before you met Spencer.

Always a straight shooter (metaphorically and literally), Hotch doesn't waste any time. He hands a copy of a stapled stack of paper to each of you but stays standing, hinting that it will be a quick meeting. Thankfully, that means nothing is wrong.

Your eyes widen when you read the cover page: Sexual Harassment Memorandum.

A tiny giggle escapes JJ's lips as everyone looks at Penelope and Morgan, who are likely the guilty parties. They both look a little nervous, Penelope grimacing while Morgan stiffens in his seat.

"The brass has caught on to some less-than-work-appropriate language used by members of this team," Hotch informs you all. "And, although we have more important things to do like saving lives, they want this memo of inappropriate language examples distributed."

Besides the hilariousness of the passive-aggressive telling-off, it amuses you that Hotch thinks it's a waste of time.

"Please read through it and refrain from using these words when there's an outside audience." He finishes.

"That outside audience being Erin Strauss," Rossi comments in a low enough whisper Hotch can pretend he didn't hear the insult at his superior.

"That's all." Hotch wraps up the meeting before leaving the room, presumably to finish work that's actually important.

Everyone's wearing amused grins when Hotch leaves. "Busted." Rossi sing-songs to Morgan and Penelope, who are looking very guilty. "Have fun, kids." He laughs before leaving the room.

You notice the thickness of the new list of forbidden phrases. "Damn, how much flirting have you two done since the last time you got in trouble with HR?" You joke, earning a laugh from the table.

The list is amusing to read, everyone laughing at the memories. It was definitely not HR's intent, but it breaks up the monotonous day.

Reading pages ahead, Spencer stiffens next to you, and you're on edge about what he's read. After eight years, he's heard some lewd things come out of Penelope and Morgan's mouths, so it's unlikely one of their comments would have phased him.

You see it when you skim-read a few quotes: you looked sexy in your glasses earlier. You can remember exactly when you typed that. It was a stakeout where you were assigned to sit in a car with Morgan while Spencer sat with Emily, and you were so bored you thought you'd flirt with your boyfriend. It's not too revealing regarding who it was about, and Penelope wears glasses, so hopefully, it goes unnoticed.

It doesn't.

"Wait, I never said that," Morgan says, finger hovering over the quote.

"Which one?" Emily asks, intrigued.

"You looked sexy in your glasses earlier." He repeats what you'd texted Spencer, busting you both. You kick him under the table when you notice the blush spreading around your boyfriend's neck.

The rest of the team is puzzled, not understanding how it couldn't be them. "Are the rest yours?" Emily asks.

"You're on my most-wanted list." Morgan reads the contents of the email Spencer sent you with an attachment to the FBI's updated most wanted list. That one was situationally inappropriate, but you deleted it twice and told Spencer to do the same, so you're not sure how they got it.

They read through a few more that aren’t theirs, and you grow increasingly worried about how curious they will be. There’s no chance they’ll let it go. As profilers, won’t take them long to figure it out, especially when your boyfriend is blushing like a maniac next to you, no matter how much you kick him under the table.

The most damming one is on the last page: that sweater vest is very sexy. Olive green is your color. It’s from a few weeks ago, spoken over Spencer’s earpiece as he infiltrated a poker competition to apprehend an UnSub.

“This is about you.” Emily immediately picks up, looking at Spencer.

“Yeah, and you wore your glasses a couple of months ago,” Penelope remembers. Although he played it off like his contact lenses didn’t get delivered before he ran out, it was really because he left them at his apartment when he stayed at yours one night and you distracted him for so long in the morning that he didn’t have time to get any.  

Spencer cringes, looking totally guilty. There’s no point in denying it, so Morgan lays into the next part of the mystery. “Who’s the lucky girl?”

That’s much easier to solve when there are four women around the table, and Penelope couldn’t be sexually attracted to him, JJ’s married, and Emily’s like his big sister, so that leaves you.

“No way!” Penelope squeals excitedly, clearly thrilled by this big reveal.

“Some of this is filthy,” Emily says, pointing out some very dirty messages. They were mostly over phone calls which is why you didn’t think they could be tracked.

You bite your bottom lip, eyes flicking to Spencer. He’s as amused as he is embarrassed. “Surprise?” He jokes to reveal your relationship.

You smirk, joining him in his unashamed stance. It’s not your fault the FBI won’t overlook your occasional flirting. “It’s worse on our personal phones.” You assure them.

“I want to know everything,” Penelope tells you. “We’re having girls’ night ASAP.”

It’s not the reaction you imagine, but Spencer shrugs. He has been reassured countless times that he leaves you more than satisfied in bed. “Just remember you’ll have to look at me the next day.” He warns the BAU ladies who are desperate to hear the insider details of your relationship.

It's a good point to consider but the gossip is too tempting. “Tonight.” Penelope decides.

You laugh at her eagerness, nodding. “Let’s do it.”

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Emily: Hey reid what do you want for your birthday?

Reid: the sweet relief of death.

Emily: One psychologist referral it is then…

[blackamethyst04]

Roses and Bombs

(Pt. 1)

Spencer!Reid X Fem!Reader

Date Night With Spency! Turns into a distracted case.

Warning: Fluff, Violence, terrositsm, blood Arguing, Mentions of SA, and Romance.

(I wanted to make something different from Smut.)

:readmore:

As the moonlight beamed on the roads in a busy streets. You pulled down your dress, pulling on some jewelry. It’s been a while since you and Reid have gone on a real date. Thankfully you didn’t get called into work. It was perfect. The perfect temperature. You pulled on your shoes. It was not common you dress up. You decided on a black dress, some tinted stockings and a light weight jacket with some boot heels. You pulled a bag over yourself as you headed to the door Justin time for Spency to arrive. He was wearing a dark suit as he handed you some roses.

You smiled at him as you pulled him into a hug and kissed him in the cheek. He wrapped his arm around you as he walked you to the car, pulling open the passenger door for you, closing it after you got in. He then went to the drivers side.

“You looked wonderful by the way.”

He said. You smiled and smelled the roses. Hiding your smile in the flowers. Spencer was always the romantic type. That was your favorite thing about him. Being with him to so long really helped you accept the little things he does. You could tel how he was feeling with the way he moved and looked at you. You seemed to understand what all of his nervous ticks were. When he would chew on the inside of his mouth and zone out when he focused. When he would flip the pens in his hand or play with his fingers when he was nervous. The way he would look at you when you said something that made him upset, or if you said something that he really enjoyed listening to. You knew how to make him smile. You loved his smile. Simple things, like telling him that you loved him. And making him flustered when you complimented him. He loved how you were both so smart, and bounced off of each others ideas.

“Thank you my love, You look very handsome today.”

You said. He slightly became flustered, licking his lips trying not to smile. As he drove he placed his hand on the side of the stick shift, you then held it. Your hands locking. You should sense his heart beating. His pulse quickening as he pulled to the restaurant. Was he nervous? You turned as he parked the car and quickly got out, opening the door for you. You guys walked to your tables. Sitting down and ordering food. As you ate your dinner and had your small talk you guys began to get more intimate with the conversation.

“So, uh. Would you ever raise children?”

“I wish I could have children, but I’d love to adopt and foster. Only, I’d your are by my side Spency.”

You said. He looked down trying to hide his blush. The fact that you guys have been together for so long and still manage to fluster each other is baffling. As you finished up dinner, you guys decided to go on a walk around the pier. One of your favorite things to do. That and enjoy ice cream like children. As you walked and listened to the waves crash. You felt like Spencer wanted to tell you something. You looked at him turning around to face him as you walked backwards.

“What’s wrong Spency.”

You said holding your favorite ice cream in your hand. Spencer seemed to look at the ground avoiding eye contact before trying to look at you. He stopped. Walking, your did to. He began to fiddle with his fingers.

“The truth is. Uhm. The average relationship length lasts between, uh 9 months too 2 years. 70% of relationships fail in the fir-first year. And- well..”

You looked at him. Your eyes matching his. He seemed to lose his train of thought. You looked at him. Was he about to break up with you? Or did he think you were gonna break up with him.

“Spencer. We have been together for nearly 5 years. Yea we had a break in between. But, I am sure we are okay. Spencer you know you can talk to me about anything.”

You reassured. As you took a another taste of your ice cream. He looked around nervously as he began to talk again.

“Right. Right, what I mean is. I love you and I- damn it”

He said as he reached in his pocket to grab his phone that seemed to be ringing. You sighed as he quickly hung up, closing his phone before he tried to speak again.

“I just. I really love you and I jus-“

He started before hearing your phone ring. You sighed as you grabbed it. Turning the ringer off. Before you turned back to him.

“Go ahead Spencer. It can wait. I’m sure they can wait.”

You said. Before Spencer’s phone started to ring again. He grunted in frustration as he answered it.

“What! Oh..oh hey Hotch…”

He said giving you a wide eyed look. You sighed as he continued to speak. Looking at you as he tried to have the conversation.

“Yea sir. On the way now. Got it. Sorry.”

He said. He then hung up the phone turning back to you. As he put the phone in his pocket.

“We have a case.”

“Damn, does this place never sleep.”

You said. You walked quickly Reid right beside you as you made it to the car. Tossing the ice cream in the trash. The drive was quiet, almost awkward. But, you pulled into the BAU. Walking straight into the building hopping in the elevator.

“You never finished what you were saying.”

You said. Breaking the Silence. He turned to you. As the Elevator dinged to your floor.

“It can wait.”

(It’s time for a break besties, this is quite longer, and idk if the read mores are working. So take a pause, drink some water, get a snack, and enjoy!)

He said. You both walked into the meeting room, seeing the whole team already seated and comfortable as if they had no life outside of work. They looked at the both of you. Who seemed to be matching.

“Oh wow, where you guys on a date? You look great. I didn’t know you dressed up like that y/l/n.”

Morgan said. You glared at him in a joking way as you guys sat beside each other. Looking at the case files. Opening the files to watch your wonderful night have a horrific ending. Jj began to go over notes.

“Sorry, we wouldn’t call you in on this night if it wasn’t important.”

Jj said. Reid looked at the files and mumbled under his breath in frustration.

“It better be important.”

No one else heard it, but you did. Well you hoped no one else h are it. Reid was Definitely upset about something. He was so distracted, Reid hung his hand on his side, tapping the underside of the chair. As he tapped his foot. You looked over, and back to jj, before you held his hand. Stopping him from tapping, he looked at you then back to the case. As you did this Spencer seemed to calm down. As you guys got on the jet. You sat at the two seater with the table Reid Sitting in the back alone despite there being a empty seat beside you. You sighed as Morgan sat beside you.

“Okay, victimology. It seems the Unsub is targeting thr school of course. But the question is who, and why.”

Rossi said. You looked down at the notes, as they group talked about their theories. You clicked your pen a few times. As you looked at the bomb threat.

“This was on a elementary school? That doesn’t seem right. Usually they are on high-schools or colleges or even middle schools. I’m going to guess that something happened to the person who made this at that elementary school.”

You said. Reid continued to bounce his leg. This made you Anxious bouncing your leg. You continued to talk about victimology and going over case studies as you noticed Derek texting. Before getting a text Message on your phone.

Derek: What’s up with Reid

Y/n: I don’t know. He was fine when we were on the date.

Derek: hopefully he isn’t like this the whole time.

You turned to Derek. And shrugged before you felt the plane Land. You were then separated into groups.

“Y/l/n and Rossi will set up in the school, Prentiss and Jj, you guys are in charge of the media and making sure this doesn’t get out, Reid, Morgan your with me. We are heading to the police station.”

Hotch said. With that you guys separated off into your groups. You and Rossi talking to students in school. Observing the actions of the kids. Going over rules for evacuation. When the school day ended you got what you needed, heading to the police station to meet up with everyone, going over what you found. You noticed the tension in the air between the Cops and Reid. Also with the team.

“What did you guys find.”

You asked. As everyone began to explain what they found so you can put your ideas together for the profile.

“Turns out the Elementary school as a long line of rumors. Lots of he said she said.”

Rossi explained.

“We heard similar reports at the station. But no one will tell us what kind of rumors there are.”

Derek said, Reid stood there, his arms crossed.

“Well, if we are hearing similar things. Perhaps they are not rumors. Obviously if multiple people have the same story, then maybe they just choose not to believe it.”

Reid said with a dark tone. You looked around. You noticed a officer walking by.

“Hey, Officer. Can you tell us what kind of rumors there are?”

You said. The officer shrugged.

“I wouldn’t believe in rumors. Lies spread quick in this town.”

The officer said basically putting off the question. You sighed as you called Garcia.

“Fine, we can play this way. Hey Garcia, can you check to see what the Buzz is around town. Perhaps any rumors. Or police reports marked false?”

You asked. The officer leaned against the table.

“I’m telling you, your wasting your time.”

The officer said. Not a cop who wants all the glory for himself. Sometimes you wondered why the department invited you in if they were not gonna let you help.

“Done and Done.”

“Great Garcia. Narrow it down to cases involving children.”

Rossi added.

“Alright and…oh. It looks like some Timothy Stevens complained to a counselor about sexual behavior towards him from a teacher,”

“Garcia. Was this investigated?”

Reid asked.

“Looks like the case wasn’t investigated in full. Turns out it was as proven False. So they threw it out after 24 hours.”

“So your telling me, a child filed a report on sexual activities with a teacher, and they police didn’t even investigate it in full.”

“Yea. It looks like they didn’t even get cps involved.”

Reid and Garcia said. You turned to the officer.

“Oh come on the guy he said was the one who did such things to him is a good guy, and has his own children. We knew it was false when we talked to the teacher.”

The officer explained. You turned to the phone.

“Garcia where is Timothy Now.”

“Well my Lovely Sugar plum Y/n. Looks like this was filed 7 years ago, I’m going to find out now…”

She said. She then got a bit quiet.

“Oh…turns out he jumped off a bridge a few months ago…he passed before they got him out the water…”

Garcia said. You turned to the officer, before Reid stepped up.

“So you’re telling me that a kid stood up for himself, and you thought he was laying because you think he’s a good guy? And you didn’t think to report or look into it before. And your still stuck in denial to where you didn’t look into it after he killed himself. Yet your so confident that there is nothing wrong here. You have to be one of the most inconsiderate, immature, useless as-“

“Reid! Come with me.”

Hotch corrected. You froze, looking at the case files. What the hell was this cops problem. He didn’t think this was a big deal. You stood up straight. As you saw Hotch and Reid walk to a separate room.

“Garcia I need you to track down the guy the report was made on, and cross examine him with sex offenders in the area, and see if there are any more files against him.”

“On it. Garcia out!”

She said. You looked at the room Hotch and Reid were in. Continuing to add files to the time line. You stared at the files, reading them. As the team decided to step out to get coffee, food and interview the family of the kid. Leaving you with Reid in the break room.

“Why didn’t you defend me.”

Reid muttered. You turned looking at him.

“What?”

“Why didn’t you defend me. You know I was right. Did you think I was wrong. The officers are stupid. They could have easily avoided this if they just paid attention!”

“Spency calm down. We are all upset right now.”

“Don’t Spency me. You should of defended me. No one’s upset anymore. Does no once care?!”

He yelled. You looked at him. As he continued to yell at you. Before he slammed his file closed and walked out of the station. You stood there, confused, and upset. Did you fuck up? You sat down for a second trying to wrap you head around everything. You and the team have not slept in days. You the. Noticed something, pulling the pages side by side looking at all of the cases against the same teacher. WAIT!

(Break time again! Thank you for reading still! Let me know how you like it so far.)

You stood up as you ran to your phone calling the group. You finally out two and two together.

“Hotch. The Unsub is his son! He was also separated from his father during a divorce with his mom, when his mom tragically passed in a fire. He was forced to live with his dad. Where he too dealt with the sexual abuse. Much like many kids. They have moved place to place all Places claiming how good of a guy he was. Based on this message we couldn’t decode. He’s gonna blow up the school on the anniversary of his mothers passing…which is….oh god. Today. We need to evacuate the school!”

You said. You were closer to the school then they were, so you grabbed keys, and hopped into the SUV. Driving to the school and quickly parking before running out and into the school. You looked around trying to get the attention of the teachers. Unsuccessful you pulled the fire alarm. That got them to listen. The teachers and staff evacuating the school. All the students leaving, you ran around the school making sure the school was empty. Seeing the teachers class. You opened the door and- An explosion from the room sending you flying back. Running into the wall on the opposite side. You ears were ringing and your vision blurry. You held your head, feeling the warmth of your blood from hitting your head. The pain ringing into your skin. As the place began to light unfire. You tried to get up but you couldn’t.

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Spencer’s POV

Spencer looked at his case files drinking his coffee. He probably shouldn’t have blown up in you. You didn’t deserve it, you were just trying to help. Maybe he should go apologize. Everything was okay until this damn case. He was angry, why was he so angry. He looked over to his leather bag, A small box sized dent poking out of his bag. He grabbed it. Pulling the dark velvet covered box, opening it. Looking at the ring. It was perfect, you were perfect, everything was perfect until the case. Everything was going well. Maybe if he wasn’t so damn nervous it wouldn’t have taken this long. He wanted to marry you since a few months in a relationship with you. But he never thought it would last long, not many of his relationships do. They always end in tragedy. So yea, when he for overwhelmed and was so deeply in love, he tended to push people away. Who could blame him. He watched Maeve get killed in front of him. After that, he never felt the same. He examined the silver ring, the diamond surrounded by the shape of the rose. He thought it would be perfect. He always saw You as a rose. Everytime he saw you, a poem from Tupac Rang in his ears.

“Did you hear about the rose that grew, from the crack in the concrete. Proving natures law is wrong. It learned to walk without having feet, Funny it seems. But by keeping its dreams, it learned to breathe fresh air. Long live the rose that grew from concrete. When no one else ever cared.”

He said to himself. He closed the ring box. As he opened his file, seeing cars and fire trucks zoom off. He stood up as he watched people rush out. Seeing Derek drive by, before pulling over.

“What’s going on?”

Reid asked hiding the box in his pocket.

“Did you get the text. The school blew up. It’s unfire. Wait what are you doing here?”

“What? What do you mean I didn’t know.”

“Y/Ns there.”

“What?!”

Spencer exclaimed before running to the passenger side of the car, zooming off with Derek, they pulled into the school as the flames. Engulfed the place, the children and students standing back covering their mouths.

“Everyone was evacuated before the bomb went off. It looks like we are not missing anyone.”

An officer said. Hotch walked quickly.

“My Agent. Where’s my Agent?”

He asked. Spencer looked at Hotch before it hit him. Spencer watched the fire go on and on. He continued to walk towards Hotch not sure of what’s happening.

“What Agent?”

“Agent y/l/n?! The girl with the Brains? The girl who questioned you??!!”

Hotch said getting upset. The officer looked stunned.

“I saw her! She pulled the Alarm to get us all out. I didn’t see her leave. She might still be in there!”

A woman said. Hotch turned.

“Well, any fire like that, there is no way she is getting out in time. We can try, but-“

“That’s it? You’re just gonna give up? She’s a person to!”

“There’s nothing we can do.”

The officer said. Before Spencer reacted a woman began yelling.

“MY SON! My sons still in there!!”

The woman said pushing through the crowd running to Hotch. Before she grabbed the clothes of the fire fighters.

“DO SOMETHING MY SON IS IN THERE!!!”

The woman said. Spencer snapped out of it, running to Hotch after looking around.

“Where’s y/n?”

He asked. Hotch turned to Reid.

“She uh…no one saw her leave.”

“She’s still in there!? Hotch we have to get her!”

Spencer said before charging towards the barricade. Aaron watched as another explosion went off, pulling Reid back. It wasn’t enough, he continued to fight, running closer to the building, Morgan pulling him back pinning him on the floor.

“Stop fighting kid! We can’t lose you too!”

Morgan said. Reid continued to fight, as part of the building began to collapse. Falling onto the concrete. That was it. The stick that broke the camels back. Reid broke down. Tears streaming down his face. It was as if he went through all stages of grief. Letting out a scream of pain, as the box fell from his pocket. Reid quickly grabbed it, as they were pulled from the fire. A blanket wrapped around him as he stood their, numb. Staring at the box.

“I can’t believe this. I had so much I wanted to do with her. We were gonna adopt children…and…”

He said. Morgan peeked over his shoulder, lookin at the box.

“What’s that kid? A bracelet?”

“No…who cares it’s useless now..”

He said. Opening the box showing the ring. As the day turned to night. It didn’t take long. It was towards the end of the school day. He closed it sitting it on the floor.

“That’s why you were so angry…this case ruined your proposal…”

He said. Spencer nodded as he sat down. The silence filled with screaming once More. They two turned to the noise.

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(Back To You!)

After a moment of trying to build your strength and hearing the Sirens outside. You heard the distant cries of a boy. You looked around your vision doubled as you continued to inhale the smoke. You used all your strength to get up, and walking slowly to the cries of the young boy.

“I hear you…”

You said, walking towards the sounds. Running into a door, you looked around, as you pushed the door open. You looked at the class room your visions slowly tripling. You then walked closer, hearing the cries, your vision slowly becoming clearer. You looked at the closet door, slowly pushing it open to see a boy hiding in his jacket. He had dark hair, and dark skin. You looked around as your motherly instincts kicked in. You ripped a curtain off the wall, running to the boy, before wrapping him in it.

“I got you. Hide your face in your sweater, I’m going to get you out of here.”

You looked around at the fire, before picking him up with all your strength. You began to run as fast as you could out of the school. Running into lots of flames. You looked around as you were Surronded by the flames. You mapped out the quickest exits. You looked around, trying to find the best way to go, turning back as the ceiling Nf collapsed right before your eyes. You gasped hugging the boy and hiding him into your shoulder, there was one way out, and it was through. You looked around, noticing the way where the ceiling collapsed had more flames than the other side. Youd do anything to make sure this boy survived. You held your breath, running through the flames to a side door behind the school. Trying to open it with your foot. The bot wiggled as you sat him down to push open the door, falling. You didn’t have much strength left. You looked at the boy, who seemed to get up still hiding his face in the sweater. He looked at you.

“I can help Ms Good Guy…”

The boy said coughing. He pushed the door, his gripped combined with the rest of your strength wre able to push the door open. To the Outside. Thunder rumbling as rain poured down. You heard another explosion as you pushed the boy out, falling as the exit sign fell. The boy began coughing again, you laid down, you knew you had to get away from the school. You stood up catching you balance as you picked up the boy you arms shaking as you ran further from the school. You made it to the grass. Setting the boy down. You leaned against a light post panting. The boy got his breath back, taking in the fresh air, covered in soot.

“Go to the flashing lights…they can..”

You started, coughing aggressively.

“They can help…”

“No, not without you…you have to go with me. How else will I tell the good guys from the bad guys? Come one Ms Agent! We can make it…look…I’ll help you.”

He said grabbing your hand. How could you say no to that boy. You nodded as you guys began to move towards the lights. Shaking.

“It’s ok! We can go slow! We can make it! Slow and easy as my mom calls it..”

The boy encouraged. You nodded, slowly walking towards the Sirens. You needed to make sure this boy was safe. Finally making it to where people could see you. No one was focused. You nearly collapsed. Hearing the screaming of a woman.

“MY SON!!”

The woman said running towards you guys. You smiled. As the boy rejoiced inn seeing his mommy.

“MOMMY!!! This agent saved me!”

He said. You smiled as the woman hugged her son. That was it…you completed your task. You could rest…you watched as the mother ran to the EMTs. You strength was gone…was it just you or was the ground getting closer. You thought. Falling into the floor. You looked up at the clouds rain falling onto you as you laid there. You couldn’t feel anything, nothing but the rain. It was nice…

“Y/N!!!”

You heard someone yell. You continued to look up. You head still bleeding. The moon was so pretty. Much like it was on the date. You were exhausted. You felt seining right beside you, the moon Beaming on you. You heard the voice, call you name again. Was that…Spencer? You couldn’t move, only your eyes. You moved you eyes which took so much energy. Looking at a broken Spencer. You couldn’t speak, you heard him talking. But you didn’t understand. You sued the rest of your energy to lift your hand up, to cup his face, you felt tears running down his eyes. You felt people pick you up moving you to a stretcher. Before your hand dropped, falling asleep. But, but you didn’t sleep for long, you opened your eyes, blinded by the ambulance lights. You could hear a little again.

“She’s going in and out, we need to get her on oxygen and fluids. We need to rush her to surgery, there’s glass in her head!”

Hurried men said, you looked around, as Spencer nodded listening to the men. You looked at Spencer.

“Sp-spen—My love…”

You said. Spencer looked at you, getting closer.

“I’m in right here! I promise.”

He said. As he grabbed your hand.

“I’m sorry..I didn’t- stand up for you-“

“It’s okay, stay with me okay.”

“It hurts….”

“What hurts?”

He responded tears filling his eyes. You hated when he cried. You looked away.

“Everything….”

You said. Spencer looked around trying to get them to give you something to help the pain. The Ambulance was driving so fast it kinda mad you sick. The EMTs finally gave you something for the pain. The ride felt like forever as they pulled you out of the vehicle. Rushing you to surgery. You watched as Reid stood as they put you under for surgery. As soon as it started, it stopped. I waking up in a hospital bed. Looking around as You heard them talking. The team.

“She’s been out for weeks! What if she doesn’t wake up??”

“Kid, trust me she will!”

You heard Spencer and Morgan talking. You then heard Garcia.

“Don’t say that!”

She said. You decided to let them know you were awake.

“You really thinks you can get rid of me that easy?”

You responded-“…

Pt 2 soon!

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Can you please add a keep reading break on your long fics? If you're on mobile you just have to type in :readmore: and then press enter. Thank you!

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Watch Me Fall Apart

Switch!Spencer Reid X Fem!Reader

(A sequel to Distraction.)

Warnings: Smut, Oral (Fem Receiving), Rape, Murder, Kidnapping, Romantic, Mental Breakdown, Abuse, violence, breakups, crying, begging, biting, marking.

Prison changed Reid. Or was it the months before before prison that really did it. You didn’t know. All you know is one night you and Spencer got into a argument about things with his mother and it ended things. Then the next thing you know, a month later Reid is in Prison. He never called you, he never talked to you. And you decided to return the favor. When he got out, he seemed like a different person. You only saw him occasionally. You knew he was a professor now. You barley saw him at the BAU office. Then again you were not there all the time, you worked from home mainly, it was rare they called you into cases. You didn’t really mind. So much trauma from that place. The Amount of times you’ve been kidnapped, tortured, and the time you got SAed. You never thought you’d become sexually active again after that. But Spencer changed that. He helped you through it. You loved each other. Until that damned argument. You know what he said wasn’t against you, he was angry, his mother was dying and he didn’t understand why he didn’t want your support. You knew deep down he tended to lock people out when times are rough as to not get them hurt. You had a problem with holding it all in. This time, when you were called into help a case, you were not prepared for what the task at hand was. You walked into the meeting room and sat down. Listening to instructions. It was clear that they cracked the case, they just needed a way to get in there to apprehend the Unsub.

It turns out, the Unsub worked at a private club where people played poker and drank. It was mainly couples. You continued to look at the File. Before you heard footsteps approaching.

“Sorry, had to finish class. I have a sub for the next day and then it’s spring break. What are we dealing with here. I figured I shouldn’t think this was the only one. Crimes during spring break advance to about 30%.”

The voice, it was so familiar, you turned to the empty chair diagonal to you. To see Professor Spencer Reid. As he sat down you stared at him. He looked nice. He wasn’t cleanly shaven, he had his typical suit and tie. He still rocked with the leather bag. You drifted around his body. His neck and his Addams apple. His hair, his arms seemed bigger, his dark eyes were enough to send your flying. You continued to admire him, not noticing that you were staring him down. Before he looked at you. You quickly looked away back at the file. You should have known that the attraction wasn’t gone, in-fact it increased. It’s been almost a year since the breakup. Even though you tried to distract yourself with other men. Going to bars and taking them home, they never…did the job. Sometimes before it even started you knew it wouldn’t work. The only way you could ever finish was if you imagined them to be Spencer.

“Thank you Agent (y/l/n) and Dr Reid for joining us. I know this was short notice. But, you both showing up means a lot. We are working with an Unsub who targets couples. Mainly the women. He was cheated on and heart broken in a similar situation. So he uses this, and runs with it. Most of the Victims are Female, with traces of drugs in their system and signs of gang sexual assault. The husband or Boyfriends seemed to have run away. We have narrowed him down to a man in his mid thirties, a bar tender. It’s a small poker club in the middle of town.”

Hotch explained. You looked at him finally paying attention.

“Well, If you know where he is, what do you need me for?”

You asked. The team looked at both of you.

“Well. We need you and Reid to go undercover. Since our Unsub knows what we look like. We need. To catch him vulnerable. Or he will kill each and everyone in the club if he sees us coming. So…I know you guys have had your differences. But we need you guys to act like you guys are together. Until we can catch him.”

Derek responded. You turned to Derek. Your eyes widening. What the hell? Does he think he can just. What ever. If this is what needs to be done then it’ll be done. You turned to see Spencer’s reaction. He sighed, pulling at his tight to untighten it. God he hates you. You could tell his innocence was gone. You sighed. As you grabbed you stuff following the instructions to go where your need to go.

You stood at the mirror as you looked at the black dress you had on. Your hair draping over Your shoulders you sighed as you put in your heels, making your way to your destination. As you walked up to the poker joint, Spencer walked beside you. He wrapped his jacket around you as he wrapped around your waist.

“Let’s get this over with.”

He said. You sighed as you walked into the place putting on a fake smile as he pulled out a chair for you at the bar, sitting beside you. This was gonna be awful. She needed…she needed alcohol. She smiled at the bartender, as Reid looked at me and to the table of the men playing poker. He gave me a kiss on the cheek before he walked to join the poker game. It reminded you hen you guys used to go on dates and he used to always give you the cheek kiss. He thought it was more romantic. You smiled, before the bartender slid a drink to you. You studied the man. Before speaking.

“Thank you. But I don’t think I want a drink right now.”

You said. The bartender gave you a glare. With that you knew he was your Unsub. You leaned back.

“I guess one drink won’t hurt.”

You said as you took a sip. You Stretched and played with your earring which was of course a bugged device. You watched the man’s tone. His actions. He began to make conversation regarding you and Reid’s relationship. You played along. You noticed his demeanor change.

“Would you do anything for him.”

He asked: you looked at him. Your heart pumping. Was this a question. It was an obvious answer.

“Yes. Of course I would, he’s my everything.”

You said. It was true: you loved him still. The man smiled. As he pushed her another drink. You noticed something fizzing in it. You looked at him. Hearing nothing in your ear piece. Was it busted?

“Drink it. Or he dies.”

He said, as he pulled out a gun. Aiming it at Spencer’s head. You looked at him. His eyes looking around. You grabbed the drink, and took it full on like a shot. You looked at him. Your eyes turning blurry.

“I think I’m gonna run to the restroom.”

You said. As you slowly made your way to the bathroom. She grabbed your phone and tried to text Reid. No answer, you looked around dizzyily. Before calling the first one on your phone. It was Garcia.

“Garcia! Your wish is my command. What can I do For ya. Are you not undercover.”

“G-garcia. I…oh my…he drugged me..I can’t…”

You started, before you lost your balance, falling onto the floor. Your phone sliding into a stall as you laid there. You could hear the sound of distant hellos. It went dark, as you heard the door open. Please be Spencer….anyone. You couldn’t move, the drugs numbed your body do much you forgot it was there. Your vision was cloudy as you saw a few men walk in. Then you knew it wasn’t them. The echoed laughs. Not again. If you don’t think about it, it doesn’t hurt as much…you could fight this. And you did, leaning up trying to kick them away, as they tried to restrain you. Wait there are others here. All you had to do…is… You screamed as loud as you could. Causing the men to slowly back away, before the door was kicked open. Guns drawn.

“FBI! Hands up!”

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You panted, as they apprehended the men. Derek running to me. He lifted me up saying something, but the ringing was too loud. He picked me up and carried me to the ambulance. Apparently when I fell I hit my head on the sink. I got pretty banged up. But I healed quickly. I haven’t seen Reid since…but. I figured out a way to get my mind off of things other than drinking. I had a pretty good membership to the gym. Spent my time boxing. I’ll never forget when I was going home, Hotch drove me.

“Hey Y/n…are you ok. You seem okay, but you seem to have more and more…moments. Even though you are not full time BAU agent. But know you can always come to me about anything.”

“I’m fine.”

You said. You were fine, well, you made it look that anyway. These memories killed you. Which is why you decided to go to the gym with Morgan. You continued to punch the punching bag, each lunch getting more and more aggressive as she continued to remember all the things you have gone through day by day. The anger turning into sadness. Punching the bag until your fists bled. Your name echoing in your head, as you felt yourself get pulled away. Feeling arms wrap around you. You turned snapping out of it, Morgan sweaty.

“Your okay y/n. I promise.”

Morgan said. That is another thing that rang in your head. That’s when you fell apart. Sobbing, letting all of those built up emotions out. No one understood how stressful this job was from your point of view. That was it. Maybe it was time to reach out to Spencer. After leaving and approaching the door to your house and unlocking it. You decided to call him. You Began to texting Reid’s number before hearing a knock on your door. You sent a text saying we should talk. Before You sighed and turned. Walking to the door and checking the peep hole. Huh, no one there. You opened the door to see a Amazon box. Oh, yea. Forgot you ordered that. You grabbed it and closed the door. Opening the box. You smiled pulling out the black night gown.

You pulled it out and sat it on the counter. Before running a shower and enjoying the steam. After a little you got Out drying off and wrapping your hair up in a towel, before putting on the black night gown. It fit perfectly, it hugged your curves perfectly, but was loose at the bottom. As you continued to dry your hair you heard a knock on the door. You asked to it and once again looked out the peep hole. You saw Spencer. You quickly opened the door, looking at him.

“Oh. Uh. Hey. What are you doing here at this hour.”

You asked nervously. Biting you lower lip.

“Morgan asked me to”

He said. You looked confused. Why would Morgan send him here. I guess Morgan thought that was a invitation. Were they trying to set you up. You felt like something was a bit off. His suit was wrinkled. His tie loosened. He looked upset. Like he has been holding stuff in. You opened the door wider and invited him in. He walked in, looking around the house. It’s been a year since he was here. He probably forgot what it looked like. He sat down on the dining room table, was you followed. Sitting across from him. He rubbed his mouth, staring off into space. Trying to avoid eye contact. This was gonna be a long night. You grabbed tho glasses, setting them down, before filling them with whine. Sitting the bottle down in the middle before looking at Spencer once more. Taking a drink.

“Are you okay…you seem…quiet.”

You asked. You hated when he was quiet.

“Did you know, According to the Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration, 61% of men and 51% of women report at least one traumatic event in their lifetimes…”

He said. You sighed. This is where this was going. You took your wine and walked to the recliner Taking a sip. As you sat down and sat the glass beside you. He followed you sitting on the couch across from you.

“I’m just saying. Also talking can desensitize you from your memories. Which gradually allows you to stop avoiding reminders of your-“

“Spencer please. I’m fine. I promise.”

You cut him off. He stopped.

“Come on we both know that’s not true.”

You sighed and rolled his eyes. Looking away from him. He began to walk to you, kneeling in front of you. Your turned and looked at him. As he gave you the puppy dog eyes.

“Please?”

He asked. There goes that damn apology. The eyes. Why was he like this. You haven’t forgotten about what he said to you during that argument.

“Listen Spencer. I’m not having this conversation with you. We have avoided each other for about a year. You think you can just walk in here like nothing happened.”

You said. Spencer stood up and sat back on the couch.

“I haven’t been avoiding you… you’ve been avoiding me.”

He said. You looked down. Well. He got you there. You looked around.

“That’s…I’m sorry. But you haven’t exactly texted me back, or talked to me since. Outside of that one conversation we had at the poker club. Plus, after what you said. And after you went to prison. I felt like you didn’t exactly want me around.”

“Well that’s not true, y/n, I needed you after, I’m sorry for what I said. I was just…upset, and high. But there was not one passing day I didn’t think of you. I couldn’t get you out of my head. You were one of the only things that kept me going, kept me sober.”

He said. You took another drink tucking her legs into her chest. Looking at the carpet.

“To be honest. Your all I could think about. Every-time if go in dates, or go to clubs. No matter how much i distracted myself…I still only thought of you. I…I never stopped loving your Spencer Reid.”

“Is that why your wearing that…”

“What? No, I got it today, I thought it looked comfortable. I’m in my Defense, I didn’t even know you were coming here.”

You defended myself. He walked back to you. Placing his hand on your ankle. Sliding it up to you thigh. You grabbed his hand looking at his watch.

“Spency…”

You said. He looked up at you.

“Let me make it up to you.”

He said. You slowly let go of his hand. As he began to kiss up your leg, softly. Was he soft domming you? You closed your legs, Reid looking up at you, he pushed your legs apart, kissing your inner thigh up to your panties, he used his teeth to pull them down, slipping them in his pockets. Before he kissed closer to your entrance. Kissing, and sucking on the outer skin from your slit. You began to pant, as you felt him inch closer to your slit, sucking on your clit, before fully eating you out. You but you lip and tangled your fingers in his hair. Letting out soft moans. He’s never done this before, and my god it felt so good.

“Oh my god!”

You gasped as he went faster. Feeling his tongue enter your slit. Your legs locked around him. You could feel yourself preparing to burst. You’ve never cam this fast before, you legs began to shake. You then felt him stop, kissing down your inner thigh, and biting at your thigh. I’d s this payback. He looked at me, pulling away.

“W-wait…don’t stop.”

You whimpered. He laughed, looking at you as he placed his arm beside your neck. Oh, this was familiar.

“What do you say.”

He said in his raspy voice. Oh fuck. Prison really did change Reid. Went from having him beg and whimper to having you. Was this really Dr Spencer Reid…no. This was Professor Reid.

“Please…”

You said. He gave you a dark smirk, sliding his hand down your body and stomach, kissing your inner thigh again. He was just teasing you at this point.

“Spency~”

You said trying to get his attention, you gasped as you felt him licking your insides. The ends of your dress draped over his head. As he gripped your thighs, leaving a bruise. It caught you off guard, trying to hold it in, before cumming, Reid didn’t hesitate to clean up the mess. Before he crawled up to you, kissing you deeply. Making sure you tasted yourself. You could barley breath how much he kissed you. He pulled away and you panted.

“What… was that…”

You said between breaths. He kissed your forehead. Before he grabbed your arm, kissing down to your hand, before holding it, pulling you up. He directed you to the bedroom, closing the door. Before kissing you again, almost like he was trying to shut you up. He continued to kiss you before kissing down your neck. Pulling your straps down leaving dark marks, everywhere. He walked us to the bed, lightly pushing me down.

“Every since I got out of prison. I’ve dreamt of this moment. Everytime I’d look at you, I’d only think of how beautiful you looked…”

He said. As he talked he began to undo his tight. And remove his jacket and shirt, you watched as this man struggled to remove his clothes. You leaned up pulling him towards you. As you pulled him on the bed. Crawling on top of him. Adjusting yourself to sit on top of his belt buckle. Pinning him down.

“That’s not fair.”

He said. Looking at you. You laughed kissing him as you slowly. Slid your hands down to his belt, unbuckling it, and pulling them down, as you slid him into your slit. He gasped. You kissed him cupping his face, as he slid his hands down, gripping your waist as he began to push you back and forth. He gripped you waist as he turned you flipping you over as he slammed his hands on each side of your head. His hair hanging above your face, his watch still on.

“Someone wants to be in control. I’ll allow it.”

You said. He laughed. As you pulled him into a kiss, as he grinded into you. Picking up pace once he got the hold of it. Sending you into a sloppy mess of moans and panting. He continued to kiss and bite at your neck, as if you weren’t already covered. His movements became sloppy and slower as your legs began to shake, your body becoming overstimulated. He slowed down, before he rammed into you harder, you let out a whimper as you couldn’t control your body anymore, you let out a loud moan as you orgasmed once again. This was it for Reid, as soon as he felt your warmth cover him, he couldn’t help but let loose himself. Filling you up with his warmed, before sighing and laying beside you. Panting, his hair a sloppy wet mess. You turned to him, not looking much batter yourself. You kissed him once more, before wrapping around him and using him as a teddy bear, Spencer pulling the blanket over you both.

“Does this mean we are back together.”

You asked hugging his chest. You didn’t mind if he took control every now and then. He leaned his forehead on your.

“About 40 to 50% of exes get back together….I don’t see why not. It’s not uncommon.”

“I know. But how are we gonna explain this to the team….”

“Well…technically I’m not fully a BAU agent, nor are you…so it wouldn’t matter…”

“Man…you really changed huh.”

“Only for you.”

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Distraction

Sub!Spencer Reid X Fem!poc!Reader

Warning: Smut; Submissive Reid, overstimulation, whimpering, public sex.

As Hotch stood in front of the group you couldn’t help but notice the absence of Reid. Oh shit, did he call in? I hope he’s okay. You said. Did you go to far, did you scare him off. You looked around in panic before you heard hurried footsteps. You looked at the door to see a sloppily dressed Spencer hurry into the room setting his bag down in the only empty spot beside Derek. A sigh of relief escaping your lips softly.

“Sorry, I overslept.”

Spencer said. Hotch gave him a slight glare before turning to the screen again. Before you heard Prentiss speak. Her eyes looking at you and then back to Reid.

“Hmm, I wonder what keeps Spencer Reid up so late.”

Prentiss said. Reid looked at his stuff righting his tie before be turned back to Prentiss, after giving you a look. You continued to avoid eye contact. Looking at the case files and the screen. You acted normal, you just avoided Spencer’s direction at all costs.

“I was Studying.”

Reid said trying to cover himself. Derek looked at Reid then back to Hotch. Before Rossi spoke.

“What we’re you studying Reid?”

He asked. Derek looked at Spencer’s posture and then turned back to Hotch. You and Spence were the smart ones. After a hard case yesterday Spencer asked for your second opinion on some case files. You guys were never expected to be together and you guys were just friends.

“Probably Human Anatomy.”

Derek teased as he playfully flicked Spencer’s hair. Spencer have a smile as it faded. Hotch cleared his throat.

“Listen, what you do in your own time is none of my business. Just try to be in work on time. Now back to the case. Jj.”

Hotch reinforced. You felt eyes on you, it wasn’t in Spencer’s direction. So you turned to see Emily looked at you with a smug smile. Damn profilers. As hotch and JJ continued to go into the case, you continued to pay attention. Before being send for wheels up. You stuck your eyes into a book trying to avoid everything. You then heard Derek talking.

“Hey Reid. You got a little something on your collar.”

Derek said. You quickly looked up as Reid looked around before he touched the spot derek pointed at. Looked at his hand as it has a bit of lipstick on it. Your lipstick. Reid quickly tried to dust it off, just rubbing it into the fabric. You quickly turned back to your book, waiting to land. It was just a one night stand right, hell it probably didn’t mean anything to Reid. You thought to yourself as hotch went over the teams your were sent to the evidence sight. All of you were, you continued to focus on the crime as Derek and Spencer talked. You could feel him staring at you. You couldn’t hear them Well.

“Anyways Kid, what did you do last night?”

“I told you, I studied.”

Reid replied to Derek. You could still Feel him staring at you.

“Studied what? The same thing your studying right now?”

Derek teased. You turned and saw Reid completely staring at you. Derek caught on.

“Yea…uh huh.”

Reid said. Half ass answering the question.

“Damn reid. You got a price of that bitter chocolate and you can’t get the flavor out your mouth huh.”

Derek said. Did he just refer to me as Candy…you scoffed as Reid turned to Morgan. You continued to work. Before prentiss walked to you, Jj following.

“So…Y/N. What’s going on with you and Spencer.”

Jj asked crossing her arms. You turned and said in a defensive tone.

“What are your talking about. Nothing. Nothing happened.”

You said. Prentiss laughed turning back to Jj.

“Oh come one y/n. You haven’t looked at Reid once, and he won’t stop looking at you. Come one you can tell us.”

You sighed. Damn profilers.

“Fine. Yesterday after our case failure he called me and asked if I could help him look at some files for a second opinion. I wasn’t doing anything so I agreed. I went over and we studied case files…”

You said. The girls looked really entertained. You decided to finish.

“After we looked at them for a while he got frustrated that we couldn’t find anything. I told him he just needed a moment away from the files. So he sat in his chair frustrated like. He said he needed a distraction…so…I kissed him to keep his mind off of things. And he kissed me back…one thing lead to another and…ya know. One thing lead to another.”

Prentiss interrupted.

“Let me guess you guys were bumping and grinding as the kids say.”

You gave prentiss a look of cringe.

“Not really. There wasn’t any removing of clothes…just….hickeys and….yea know. Grinding.”

You said. You thought about that night. The way you were able to make Spencer Reid whimper like a dog. Making him cum just by grinding on him. The way he held onto you. Your mind began to wonder.

“I’m sure it didn’t mean anything to him.”

You said reassuring them.

“Obviously it did, the way he keeps studying you.

Jj said looked at Reid. You sighed as you continued to work.

“We have a case to solve.”

You said. Walking away from them. You decided to avoid Spencer as much as possible: didn’t wanna distract him or yourself. Finally finishing the case and going home. So far so good. You finally had time to relax. You decided to go to your safe space. Which was of course a private library. It was night so no one really went to the library. Since you spent most of your time there to escape reality, the librarians left you alone as they closed up. Letting you stay, you had those privileges since you basically owned the place. You spent hours and hours in the library reading through books. Your favorite part was, no one knew where it was. You continued to read walking around before your heard a noise. You turned to looked around in the empty library. Weird. Whatever. You said before going back to what you did. No one would rob a library. You pulled down your skirt that stopped about an inch or so above your knees. You continued to read before your heard the sound of footsteps. You looked around. Okay that’s not just the building. You walked along the aisles looking for the source of the noise before. You jumped.

“You know avoiding a problem is not going to solve it right.”

You heard a voice say, you gasped holding onto your chest as you looked up glaring at Reid.

“What the hell Spencer! You can’t do that.”

You said sternly. He looked at you and looked around.

“People have cell phones for a damn reason. God.”

You said.

“And have you ignore me there too?”

“How did you even find me.”

You said. Lowering your voice.

“I had Garcia Ping your location.”

“Damnitt. What the hell.”

You said walking away from him. Of course he followed you. You walked to the tables sitting in the chair.

“What do you need?”

“To talk to you. About…that night.”

“Is there anything to say? We made out and teased each other. I was just your distraction. I didn’t think it meant anything to you.”

“Didn’t mean anything to me? Are you crazy…I can’t get that out of my head.”

“…”

You stayed quiet. You couldn’t stop thinking about it anyways. You didn’t know what to do. You wanted more. You thought for a second as your stood up putting the book back. Looking for a new one, before Reid walked over to you, grabbing your face and kissing your deeply. You slowly wrapped your hand on his cheek. Kissing him back as you felt your body press into the table your were sitting at. God, why is it so hot. This. This man. You looked around at the empty library. You began to pull on his tie, untightening it, as you pulled it off. Unbuttoning his shirt. You pulled away gasping for air. Before Spencer panted.

“What if someone sees us.”

He said that in a whispered tone looking at you, his brown eyes flicking in the lights.

“It’s closed. No one is gonna come in.”

You reassured. He swallowed looking around nervously. His comfort was important to you.

“A-are you sure?”

He asked again. You looked at him and nodded. You then sighed.

“It’s okay. We don’t have too. I got too ahead of myself…we can stop.”

You said backing away. He looked down at you as he lightly grabbed your hand.

“Wait. I believe you, can we continue..”

He said nervous. You shook your head as you backed up. He looked back at you, before he spoke again.

“Please.”

He asked. His puppy dog eyes matching yours. You looked at this sloppy mess of a man, his tie untightened and his shirt half away unbuttoned. He was such a sweaty mess, his long hair soaking in the sweat. He pleaded once more.

“Please…”

You pushed him back towards the couched and the recliners, pushing down in the recliner as you continued to unbutton his shirt, opening it up, as you kissed him once more, before you slowly kissed down his neck, climbing on his lap in the as you pulled his hand from the arm rests to around your waste. He looked down at your legs before he adjusted himself in his chair, his khaki slacks wrinkling in the chair. He whimpered as you adjusted yourself, feeling him pressing against your panties. God you wanted to hear him beg again. You looked at him as you cupped his hands around your behind. Pulling on your wrists as you directed Reid to push your hips up and down his pant legs.

“Oh…oh god.”

Reid said looking back up at your his eyes stabbing through his wet sweaty hair. You smiled looking at him. He was so submissive. You knew if you told him to do anything, he would do it. After continuing to grind on him, your panties were soaked. You grabbed him by the neck using your thumb to make him look at you. Before you kissed him, the chokehold you had on him was laughable really. As you continued to kiss him, he placed his right hand on your cheek, allowing your tongues to slip into each others mouths. Dancing with each other. You couldn’t get enough of him, you wanted to hear him whimper again, and again. So, you decided to make him cum without even fully going through with sex. You grabbed his hand from your cheek, pulling it down as you kissed his cheek, down to his neck and to his chest. As you used his hand to glide up your thighs and under your skirt, moving his hand to your warm and wet panties. Grinding on his hand, and his pant leg. As if he wasn’t overstimulated enough, you continued to kiss down his neck, even sucking on the crease leaving a dark hickey. He began to struggle, gripping your side so tightly you winced in pain. This is when you picked up your speed. Grinding faster on his lap. He let out a moan, as you felt him, erupt and in his pants. He panted.

“Fuck fuck fuck.”

He said. She stopped as he hung his head low. You sighed as you grabbed his chin forcing him to look at you.

“You okay Sweetie?”

You asked. He nodded. Before he continued to look at you with his pleading eyes. You didn’t get to cum yet, it’s not fair. You didn’t wanna stop now. But if he wanted to you could finish yourself off. You felt his hand still on you, you thought for a moment before you almost got off. He held on tightly to you. Did he want more? You wondered what he would do if you fiddled with his belt buckle. You scored back a bit, looking at the large wet spot on his pants. He readjusted himself nervously. You looked at him, as you slid your hands down his shoulders. Rubbing down his chest to his stomach, him moving his waist in discomfort. Or was it comfort. He didn’t know what to do with himself. You kissed him in n the forehead, as you looped your finger around his belt tugging on it. Teasing him with it.

“You can take it off.”

He whimpered. You looked down on him as you decided to use your power against him. She unbuckled it, and then let go of the belt. As the belt buckle dropped on his pants.

“Please…You’re all I want.”

He begged. You pulled off his belt tossing it to the side, as you slowly stood up. You looked down onto him once more standing over him.

“But I want you to do it.”

You teased. He looked at you his jaw slowly Dropping. He nodded as he began to undo his pants button. You put your hand on the recliner inches from him, before your whispered in his ear.

“Good boy.”

As you said that Reid’s eyes widened and you couldn’t help but notice his bulge growing. You laughed to yourself. You were just teasing. But, he seemed to really like that. Pushed him deeper into the chair as you stood over him, sliding your hand down his boxers. A whimper escaping his mouth. He was so reactive. I guess he didn’t go out of his way to have sex all the time, Or master bait. Was he a virgin? No. You don’t think so that is. You began to Jack him off, slowly and lightly. Watching as his bulge began to grow more and more. He closed his eyes whimpering and moaning.

“P-please…y-y/n.”

“Please what?”

You said darkly. You wanted him to say something.

“I…want it….”

He said. You gave him a look of unamusement.

“I need it.”

He reassured. The way he pleading for you to fuck him only turned you on more. You knew if you did what he asked he would whimper more and more for you. Why not overstimulate him a bit. You slowly climbed on him, this wasn’t your first rodeo, but you couldn’t say the same for him. You moved your panties to the side, as you lined him up with your entrance. Should you go slow? No. Why would you. He asked for it. You wanted to see his reaction. All at once your quickly forced him into you. Quickly covering his mouth as you did. He let out a loud moan. Even though you brought this on yourself you were not ready for all of him at once. Your walls closing around on him. You couldn’t help it, your let out a gasp…moaning as well. He gripped your hips tightly as his eye became runny. You uncovered his mouth as he gasped for air. Dropping his head on your shoulder. You once again forced him to look at you. For a second you stared into his eyes. They were full of lust. This part, you’ll go slow. Just for him. So he can get used to it. You slowly bounced up and down. Every movement his grip getting tighter.

“You okay Spency?”

You asked. You just wanted to make sure he was okay. He nodded. If you could stare at his eyes forever you would, Everytime he would look away flustered, you’d bring him back by kissing him. The kissed became more and more sloppy. You could only image how he would be if he was restrained.

“Faster. Please.”

He begged. You followed his pleads. Quickening your pace. You let out a few moans yourself which only turned Reid on more. When he began to get used to the feeling, you continued to go faster and faster. He could barley keep up. You were about to reach your climax. Continuing at that speed as your riding became sloppy.

“I think…I’m gonna…”

He started. You interrupted him with a deep disgusting kiss.

“Me too.”

You said through kisses. You had to go faster, could he handle any more of this. You couldn’t help it as you went faster and harder. Before he gripped you tightly and you tangled Your fingers in his hair.

“W-wait. I-…oh god!”

He stuttered, you knew what that meant. Continuing to got as he threw his head back. Helping you go faster. Your stomach dropped as you couldn’t help it, feeling him cum This beside you was like drinking hot coco on a snowy day, as you felt him fill you up, of course he didn’t mean to, you squirted your liquids all over him. You both panted obsessively. As both of your head fell into each others shoulders. Holy hell…

“I…I’m sorry…I couldn’t stop…”

Reid whimpered hiding in the corner of your neck. You laughed,*

“It’s okay. I don’t have a uterus anyways…it got taken out a while ago…it wasn’t my choice…”

You said reassuring him. You slowly gathered the strength to stand up, your legs shaking. You fixed your panties as he rebuckled his pants swiping the hair out his face.

“I feel like an asshole.”

He said. You turned sitting beside him.

“What? Why?”

You asked.

“Least I could have done was take you out for dinner first.”

“It’s okay. It was brought on by both of us.”

“Can I.”

“Can you what Spency?”

“Take you out to dinner?”

He asked. You looked back at him and gave him a smile.

“Yea. Not today tho.”

“Yea. Not today. I’m too exhausted…”

He said. You turned to him and laughed. Before leaning on him.

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Y/N: Bro-

Xavier: No, no, hold up, rewind.

Xavier: My tongue was down in your throat just a second ago and now you're calling me bro??

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Possessive | Chapter One

I have always wondered what went on inside of his head. He has always been such a quiet guy. His eyes always had mystery behind them. However, it seemed like he always knew the right answer. People thought he was weird. I found him attractive. He was Japanese with dark brown eyes, he had straight eyebrows and medium length black hair. He was a very well built man. He always wore long sleeves, always in black. His hands were covered in rings, the more I looked at him the more tattoos he had. He always seemed annoyed with what everyone else was doing. Mainly when people would talk over the teacher. Yet, he never said anything. When he did speak, he had a pretty blunt and sarcastic tone. Many people feared him, because he seems unapproachable, and because of his last name. 

Hondo Daisho, it was a pretty sharp name. The last name, Daisho, which was also the name of a set of Japanese swords, a katana and a wakizashi, the traditional pair of swords carried by samurai. However, Hondo seemed a lot quieter than usual. Which easily was uncovered in the halls. Hondos father passed away this morning. Everyone blamed Hondos older brother Kane. Who also seems to have vanished. Of course with anything local in town, there came the childish gossip. 

“Psst, I heard his family is full of criminals, how could it not be his brother. I mean he disappeared at the same time his father was murdered.”

One of the students whispered. Another student not even in the conversation chimed in. 

“What if his brother was kidnapped. We can’t just throw accusations around. Especially not when he is right there.”

They continued. It's sometimes hard to believe that this is a senior college class. I continued to stare at the group, before directing my attention to Hondo. I wonder if any of these people even took the time to learn about him, then again even as adults we still have our teenage gossip times. Everytime i’d look at him, I'd notice more jewelry. It was no secret he came from a wealthy family. Even though he came to this college on scholarship. I’ve never thought a man who looked like this would want to major in veterinary medicine. I guess you can’t judge a book by its cover.

To be fair, I have always found this man attractive. The fact that he cares about animals makes it even better. A big tough guy who intimidates people, but folds when he sees a kitten is the cutest thing ever. A small smile crept across my face. I wonder if he has any pets? He has to, right? He probably has a Doberman or something along those lines, I mean I love dobermans but they do look really tough probably has some dark name like Fangess, or Lucifer, or Elara- Elara? That doesn’t even make sense since who would name their pet Elara? Thats my name, what would he-

“Elara…ELARA are you listening!”

I began to snap out of it, noticing my professor was calling me. I shook it off as I noticed the entire class looking at me, other than Hondo. Who seemed to be staring at his phone waiting for a message of sorts. I quickly look back at the Professor.

“Yes ma’am?!”

I asked. She rolled her eyes. As she looked at the board. She then crossed her arms. Her curly blonde hair resting perfectly in a ponytail.

“It seems you were not paying attention, so let's hit you with an easy question. What is a good vaccination for allergy season, and how is the correct dosage calculated?”

She asked. I panicked and looked around before I quickly answered. 

‘Cytopoint, Cytopoint is a pretty good allergy medicine, and the dosage is calculated based on a pets weight.”

I said, the professor looked back at me. She nodded and turned to the board.

“It seems the birthday girl is not as zoned out as I thought.”

She said, Everyone laughed and continued to look at the professor. I liked the professor, but she seemed to always pick on me. Professor Wolfe was very serious, yet jokey.I wish she wouldn't have brought up my birthday. Though it was tomorrow, she still embarrassed me. Now everyone would bother me about it. Ask me what my plans were for my 23rd birthday. I personally just wanted to stay at home, watch a good doctor, and drink wine. Deep down I knew that my friends had something planned for me. As the bell rang for the day I quickly packed up my things. Punching them inside of my marvel themed backpack. I pulled on my hoodie as my thick curly hair began to frizz out of my hood. Racing out the room my caramel/light brown skiing glowing in the sun that peaked out of the clouds. 

It was cold, I mean why wouldn't it be, it's January, the end of January to be specific. I didn’t live far from the school, so I decided to walk to school to get exercise. So I would be walking home as well. As I started my journey to my apartment complex, I saw a black Audi zoom past me. I sighed as I continued to walk. I began to count my steps home out of boredom. When I made it to the complex I walked in and took the elevator up. When I walked to my apartment I opened the door, closing it behind me. I laid on my couch with a sigh of relief. Slowly drifting off to sleep. Even though it was only thursday, I knew tomorrow was gonna be eventful. I slowly woke up to the sound of knocking on my door. I looked at the clock noticing I was asleep for four hours, I groaned and got up looking through my peephole to see my friends.I shook my head opening it as my friend Makaylah rushed in giving me a hug. She was a short chocolate skinned woman. I loved her, even though she was 4’7 she had lots of attitude. I invited them in and then grabbed water from the fridge. We began to talk about foolishness. Before one of them blurted out.

“So! Any big plans for tonight?! Birthday night!”

She said,

“Yea, Sleep and eat pizza while watching scary movies.”

I said. I was completely serious. Makaylah laughed,

“Elara, it's your 23rd birthday in 6 hours. We are going to the club, and I will not take no for an answer!”

She said, I sighed. I had no choice in the matter, I regrettably agreed.  She pulled me to my bedroom, going through my closet. Looking for something. 

“Is this necessary, can I just go in my sweats?”

I asked. She turned to me giving me the darkest look of my life. 

“No. We need to put you in something cute, but easy to access all of the good. Just in case some guy gets lucky. Yaknow, maybe we can find you a fuck buddy to say the least.”

She said, I looked at her with my eyes wide. Almost like a deer in headlights. In these situations it's better to just go with it then fight her. She settled with a white shirt covered in black moons, a black miniskirt, and some knee high boots in black. With a black bag with a gold chain,along with a moon choker. I sighed as I put it on. She smiled. 

“Perfect! Make sure you grab your pepper spray, and your drink scrunchie!”

She said, She was far more excited than me. I never got why she liked clubs so much. At least I could get intoxicated and forget it all.

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GATEN MATARAZZO AS DUSTIN HENDERSON STRANGER THINGS (2016-)

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Eddie’s Girl | Pt. 3 | Not Interested.

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Trigger Warning: mentions of SA/SH.

As Eddie continued to drive his van after the whole, don’t be afraid to open up about your feelings. The silence was deafening. No music was playing, not chatting, just the sounds of his rusty van driving on the road. You tapped your fingers on your thigh. You looked at Eddie who seemed still in his head. It was nerve racking when Eddie wasn’t blasting music. You leaned back as Eddie pulled into the gas station. You were kinda hungry even though you just had breakfast.

“Im gonna get something to snack on while you pump the gas.”

You said. Eddie nodded walking into the gas station. Even though he was upset he still held the door for you. He went towards the beer as you walked to the snacks. As you grabbed a bag of chips you then walked to the drinks. You craved a Yoo-hoo. So you grabbed a glass bottle. A man walked beside you watching you grab the Yoo-hoo. You turned and bumped into him. As some Change chatted at your feet. You Immediately dropped down and helped pick them up apologizing and meeting eyes with the man. He was the generic blond hair and blue eyes. He was conveniently attractive, but you didn’t think much of it. Besides you loved Eddie. You handed him the change.

“Thank you.”

He said. He gave you a charming smile. His eyes looking you up and down. You looked around nervously. He placed his hand beside the cold glass where you go your drink. Pinning your body there as he tried to spit game. You looked at him nervously. The main thing that went through your head was along the lines of. Sir if you don’t release your hand from beside me, I will kick you in the balls. He began to attempt to flirt.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing in this part of town anyways? If I was another person you could have been in trouble, but I’m a nice guy.”

He said. You instantly tried to leave the situation. You ducked under his hand the Yoo-hoo still in hand. You tried to give him a slight smile.

“Once again, I apologize, but I need to get going.”

You said walking to the cash register and paying. You noticed the man staring at you. You grabbed you change and walked out of the door. You noticed Eddie finishing up getting bear as you gripped your bag. You heard the shop door open and close behind you as you turned begging face to face with the man again.

“Oh come in little lady. You should show me some gratitude. Let’s go back to my place.”

“I’m sorry, I’m not interested…”

You said as the man grabbed your arm. She smacked him harshly. You backed up as the man tried to grab you again. You prayed that you were close to Eddie, In case it go worse. When he grabbed your harm you kicked him in the balls. Causing him to groan in pain. He grew even angrier he ran to you grabbing you by the waste and pulling you into him, as you fought him. You couldn’t break loose. He drug you to the side of the building.

“I don’t take too kindly to women rejecting me.”

He said as he tried to slide his hand under your shirt loosening it from your belt. You continued to fight as you felt a cold blade against your neck. You screamed breaking free and falling to the ground.

“EDDIE!”

As soon as you screamed you heard the shop door bust open. The man ran towards you grabbing your shirt trying to grab you. Your shirt ripping from the grip.

“You bitch!”

The man said. The man was then grabbed from behind and nearly tossed into the bricks of the shop. Dropping the knife. It was obvious who grabbed him. Eddie placed his arm against the base of the man’s neck before punching him several times. She slowly stood up your tights ripped. The man punched Eddie causing his nose to bleed. He stumbled back as the man pushed Eddie down. You quickly got up running to then and pushing the man to the ground. The man slapped you causing you to fall to the ground before kicking you in the stomach. This made eddie even angrier as he punched the man again. Causing him to fall. He then kicked the man’s stomach. You could notice it wasn’t only about you, but Eddie was taking his anger out on the man. You held your stomach out of breath as the man spewed blood. It was kinda attractive how Eddie was so quick to jump to your aid when you needed it. As much as you wanted this man to get punished, You couldn’t let Eddie kill the man. So you stood up still holding your stomach.

“Eddie that’s enough!”

You yelled. Eddie turned to you the blood dripping from his nose as he gave you a unrecognizable look. You were slightly afraid, yet you felt safe. He glared at the guy as he grabbed the beer and your bag. You began to stand up walking to the van, sitting down in the passenger seat, holding your stomach. Eddie barley looked at you and the silence continued. It felt more uncomfortable than before. Eddie quickly pulled out of the gas station and drove, taking you home.

He pulled up to your house stopping. You looked at him as he gripped the steering wheel. You slowly stood up climbing out and grabbing your bag. Before you closed the door you looked at him. You wanted to say I love you, or thank you. But you just stood there, staring at him. You closed the door and walked into your house hearing the van skeet away. As you closed your door you locked it still holding your stomach, it hurt still. You groaned as you say your bag on the counter looking for your parents, you then felt nauseous running to the bathroom and throwing up. You wanted to cry, you wiped your mouth and brushed you teeth in the verge of tears. Any form of human interaction would make you feel a little better. You looked in the mirror lifting up your shirt to see you stomach was badly bruised. You began to looked around for your parents once more, only seeing a note in the fridge. Had a case. Hopefully Eddie feels better. Don’t know when we will be back, call later. You ripped the note of of the fridge sliding down the fridge door breaking down in tears. You were hurt, mentally and physically. You had no one to talk too. No one to hug. Your sobs drifted off into the night.

After a few weeks of continuously worrying about Eddie you sat in your room staring at the wall. You and Eddie haven’t spoken, interacted or even saw each other since that day. You always hopped for a call back from the endless missed calls you left. Or for him to reply to the letters you sent him. Maybe they didn’t make it to him….You hugged your stuffed bear tightly. Your heart jumped as you heard a knock on your door. You quickly ran down opening it hoping to see Eddie. Only to see Dustin. You sighed as you looked at dustin. Staring at him.

“Hi! I just wanted to…you okay Y/N?”

Dustin asked. You pulled him into a hug. He didn’t seem to mind. You missed the little gremlin. He hugged you back before pulling away.

“No that that’s out of the way…I wanted to see if you wanted to get out of the house. We are doing Hellfire tonight and we have no host other than Gareth. We also need another player. So I was hoping you’d come by and play with us.”

He said giving you as smile. Gareth was host, did this mean they haven’t seen Eddie either?

“I’d love too…let me grab my shirt.”

You said running upstairs and pulling in your hellfire shirt. You also grabbed a jacket just in case. You pulled on your tennis shoes the canon of your black plaid shirt clanging. You then ran to Dustin.

“That was quick…well let’s get going. I think Gareth is hosting today despite us rebelling against it.”

He said. You let out a small chuckle as you two walked into the woods. Dustin walked in front of you leading the way. You knew you were getting close because you saw the lanterns and heard the laughter of the club. As Dustin pushed through the bushes you slightly fell behind.

“Jesus Christ Henderson! We thought the wolves got you or something!”

You heard Eddie say. You slightly pushed out of the bushes. As Eddie continued scolding Dustin for being late. You then realized what Dustin did.

“What the hell took you so lo-“

Eddie said as you pushed out of the bushes. You froze feeling everyone stare at you. Eddie even seemed to stare at you for a bit, quickly looking away. The group was excited and even happy to see you. You silently sat down beside Dustin who seemed to block you from Eddie. Staring at the table.

“Well now that all of our hellos are out of the way. Let’s get started, if I could just find the dice.”

Eddie said. Anxiously avoiding eye contact with you or your area. You kicked your feet In the dirt below you. As Eddie looked for the dice. You then heard him mumble under his breath.

“Damnitt…did I really forget the dice.”

He said looking around and even checking his pockets. He stood up with a sigh. Dustin spoke up.

“Well, we need to get the drinks as well. So why don’t we walk to the trailer?”

Dustin exclaimed. Eddie looked at dustin and sighed.

“Okay..well there needs to be three of us to grab the drinks…soo.”

Gareth then spoke up.

“I mean it’s only fair if the two dungeon masters got along with Dustin since he brought it up.”

Gareth said. My eyes jolted up quickly to Gareth giving him a very what the fuck look. Eddie sighed. Standing up.

“Fine…we will be back. Just don’t touch anything while I’m gone.”

Eddie said. Dustin stood up and began walking with Eddie dragging my arm with him. The walk was silent. Just the small conversations between Dustin and Eddie. And the mumbles of self criticism from Eddie. As we walked into his trailer You noticed the severe amount of empty alcohol containers and the amount of blunt roaches in his ashtray. He did smoke and drink, but this was an alarming amount even for him. He began to dig through the trash as Dustin snuck to grab the drinks, I slowly walked to his room remember how he usually kept it in his drawer. His room seemed untouched since the last time you were here. Not even his bed messed up from when you made it up. The thing that did seem moved was a poster and a Polaroid of you both. You stared at the blank space of where he had a Metallica poster. Seeing the picture of you both on his night stand. You then looked around seeing the poster it sat crookedly on his wall. It slightly bothered you so you walked to it to raise the corner, before it fell down. You picked it up ready to put it back before you noticed a large hole on the wall. It looked like someone punched it continuously. You slowly put the poster back on the wall before you opened his drawer looking for the dice. You were worried about him. As you dug through his drawer you saw his tackle box. He always kept important stuff in it, you vividly remembered him putting the dice in there one day. You grabbed the box that felt heavier than normal. Opening it by unlocking it. Why was it locked. As the topped opened you saw the letters you sent. You slowly grabbed them out noticing that they were open. You even noticed small water stains, like it was from tears.

“Eddie….”

You said under your breath. You then noticed a small folded piece of paper. Opening it and seeing that it was in Eddie’s handwriting. It was mostly scribbled out and addressed to you. You began to read it. This is probably the ninth time I’ve tried to write this. But scribble scribble words can’t describe scribble scribble. Scribble I’m sorry. You glared at the note tearing up as you quickly shut it and locked it. There was more, but you didn’t have the strength to read it. You heard footsteps approaching you as you quickly put the box back and stood up. You heard Dustin and Eddie talking.

“I got the drinks imma go back to the club! See ya there!!”

Dustin said. You then heard the trailer door close hearing Dustin leave. You heard Eddie walking back, Wiping your tears. You pretended to look on top of the dresser tears still falling.

“Did you uh. Find it?”

Eddie said softly behind you. You quickly wiped your face again. Shaking your head no. Eddie looked at you for a bit walking towards you.

“Y/N….I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have just ignored you after that day, I just didn’t know what to say or do. I mean I almost killed that man. I was just afraid.”

He said. You sighed turning and hugging him, burying your head into his chest. He wrapped his arms around you. Hugging you close, this was enough to break you. You let out a painful cry into his chest as he resting his head on top of yours.

“I love you y/n…”

He said softly.

“I love you too eddie.”

The sun began to set and you could hear the buzzing of Eddie’s Walki. He sighed grabbing it.

“Hey! Is it okay if we postpone. I have to wake up for school and my mother will be pissed if I’m late.”

Dustin said in the other end.

“That’s fine…”

Eddie replied turning the walki over.

“Copy…also can you guys just kiss already!”

Dustin added. Eddie looked at me before he turned the walki off. He sighed as he walked back to me. You looked at him, before you busted out laughing. He looked at you and gave you a smile. He grabbed his keys waking outside to see all of the hellfire stuff sitting in front of his front door. Along with the dice on top. A note on them saying: ‘it was in my pocket and I forgot! -DH’. It became clear to you that it was all a set up. Eddie rolled his eyes bringing it inside.

“Well…I should take you home.”

Eddie said spinning the keys in his hand.

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