#it's criminal that we don't have more of spinning spencer

[ghoulie-67-baby]

I trusted you - Criminal Minds.

Summary: The team was finally let in on the secret that Emily isn’t dead and as her fiancé its more than just a surprise.

Warnings: faked death, angst, crying, attempted violence, language.

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x fiancée!reader.

Word count: 1,236.

There she was. At the door. Standing there as healthy looking as always with rosy cheeks, red lips and black hair that made it all stand out beautifully against her pale skin.

"Oh my god," Garcia's face was streaked with tears as her eyes met Emily's at the door. I stared at each of them as she moved to hug Spencer, staying back from the group as the instinctively moved closer. I stepped backwards a little, my heart pounding in my chest and my stomach turning over, as her voice filled the room.

"I am so sorry, I really am, not a day went by, I didn't wanna..." She started looking directly at Morgan before she walked towards him. I'd made myself so small, so unimportant, that she hadn't realised I was there yet. "...really... I... you didn't deserve that... and I'm so sorry." She pulled him into a hug and he hesitantly wrapped his arms around her, finding it difficult to believe she was really alive as she closed her eyes tight against his shoulder. "It's so good to see you all again, I've missed you all so much." Her face was lit up with a smile as she looked at the members of our team before her eyes finally came to rest on me, where I had buried myself into the back doorway to the room.

The smile dropped instantly and her eyes widened, meeting my own watery gaze, before she stepped in my direction. On shaking legs I took another step back, shoulder blades clipping the door frame, as Emily and the team looked at me with a mix of emotions. Looking around I could see pain, anger, disbelief, shock and confusion at my reaction. I knew they expected me to ball and run into her arms and part of me wanted to so I had to fight to keep my feet grounded where I stood.

"Y/N," She started but I shook my head, bile beginning to rise in my throat. I hummed monotonously as the feeling worsened in an attempt to stave it off. "Please. Let me explain." My eyes flickered frantically around the room as I took deep breaths to try and stop the spinning in my head and anxiety that rattled my body. Penelope stepped my way, around everyone, with a look of concern on her face as she spoke. Her words didn't register as only my humming shook my body. "Y/N." Emily's broken whisper caught my attention and my hardened eyes met her instantly.

"Don't." I choked out. "Just don't." My hands steadied me against the wall as I shook my head, thoughts racing as I stepped closer to the team. "You," I pointed at Hotch as his dark eyes flickered my way. "And you." This time to JJ. "Both knew. You both knew. And you let us think she was dead. You let me think my fiancée was dead." My voice wavered and I gritted my teeth at the weakness in my voice.

"Y/N you have to understand we couldn't say anything for safety reasons." I watched the blonde woman try to reason with me as my anger rose. "We didn't"

"No! Shut up! Shut. Up." My hands shook as I pointed at her, not realising I had raised my voice. "Don't you dare try to justify this. One word, that's all I needed. One word to say you were alive and I could've lived with that. My fiancée, Aaron! My fucking fiancée!" I knew I was yelling but I couldn't help it even as Emily walked my way. "You bastard! You could've told me!" Arms wrapped around my waist as Morgan caught me from lunging at our boss and I scrambled against his grip, legs flailing from the effort I was putting into getting away from him. "Morgan so help me god, let me go! You could have fucking said something! I trusted you Hotch! I trusted both of you an you lied to us like we didn't even matter, like I didn't matter!"

"Y/N enough, come on." I finally stilled in his arms, chest heaving and tears, I hadn't realise I'd been crying, streaming down my face. "Stop and just think. You can't go hitting out at him even if you're angry and upset."  My glare came to a stop as Emily stood in my line of vision, her own tears starting to fall.

"You could've told me. Why wouldn't you tell us? I would've kept it a secret, we all would." I slouched against Derek's chest as the anger finally turned to anguish. My fiancé was right here, after the months I thought she was dead, decomposing in a box underground and here she was as beautiful as ever despite the tears.

"Baby I'm so sorry, I really am. You have to see that." Her hands slowly reached out towards me as I squeezed my eyes shut. "Please can I hold you?" With a shaky nod Morgan's arms loosened and I, all but, fell into her waiting arms, melting into the touch as she wrapped them around me. "It's okay, I'm here Y/N." Her muttered soothed me as we sank to the floor of the conference room in a pile of tears and broken apologies. I practically wailed as the smell of her perfume finally engulfed me, a smell that I had missed so much in the past few months , her gentle hands rubbing my back like they used to after a bad day, her hair tickling my skin.

"Emily. I trusted you." Sobs racked my body as I spoke. "I didn't care about your past, I didn't care about Doyle coming after me but you. How could you? Emily, how could you make me think you were dead for months on end? The amount of times I hid myself at David's or someone else's so I didn't have to face our home, face the fact you weren't there even though all I could smell was you, see you, everywhere. The times when I cried until I felt numb, until I wanted the world to swallow me up, to let me join you in that grave. I wanted to die with you Emily." Her body stiffened against mine as I cried into her neck, hand clasped against her back and the other tangled in her hair. "I tried to hard to get back to you."

"Baby I'm so sorry," I took a shuddering breath, pulling away slightly so I could look at her face. "How can I make it up to you? Can I make it up to you?" She was so beautiful, even with tears rolling down her face. As perfect as ever, I took in every inch of her face, watching her lips as she spoke before my eyes met her own.

"Just promise me," I whispered to her, "Swear to me you'll never leave me again Emily." My thumbs brushed over her cheeks as I spoke.

"I swear, with all that I have, I'll never leave you again Y/N." With that a fresh wave of emotion flew through me, taking my breath as I rested my forehead against hers. After a few moments, our lips met and relief flooded through me as she kissed me gently, salt from our tears mingling into it.

"I love you so much Em, so damn much."

"I know baby, I love you more than you could realise."

[marshmallowdarling]

♡Saved (Spencer Reid-Criminal Minds)♡

Hey Bubs!!

This is a request from the lovely @pure-honeylamb !!! Sorry for the wait but I had to write this twice and I still don't 100% like it! I have so many thoughts though on this character even though I haven't watched Criminal Minds and have only read things and watched clips!! I deff wana write more of him (and yes I did listen to a Spencer playlist while writing this oop-) Reminder that my requests are open!!

✧1720 words ✧Spencer Reid x Reader ✧THEY/THEM Pronouns

Hope you enjoy Bubs! ~Mwah

A loud crash followed by multiple profanities rings out in the small apartment. Stirring from their slumber, (H/C) locks peek out from a knitted blanket before their owner pulls the blanket up further to completely cocoon themself.  

Wiggling around a bit to try and go back to sleep, it turns futile and only angers (Y/N) as they grumble and begrudgingly sit up. The soft but thick blanket falls onto their lap as they rub at their (E/C) orbs, a bit too harsh, to try and rub the rest of their sleepiness away.

They sit there for a second, eyes half closed and sitting on a plush surface with warmth surrounding them as their mind disassociates from being yanked from dream land to the present. 

Finally, being able to function a bit more as their brains cog’s start to spin and warm up, they look around to see the familiar sight of small stacks of books and papers littered around the ground and any other surface. 

“Oh, did I wake you love?” Hearing an apologetic voice to their side, (Y/N) rolls their still foggy head to see a dishevelled Spencer Reid holding a half full sack of sugar.

(Y/N) can only manage some sort of noise, half grunt half groan, as they wave him off and eye the sugar. 

“Sorry.” He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “I wanted to make some coffee, but there wasn’t any sugar left in the little bowl, so I tried to get the big packet we have stuffed in the back of the cupboard but then it got stuck and when I managed to yank it out- It… kinda… ripped and sugar spilt everywhere.”

Looking at the rambling man, it’s hard for (Y/N) to believe that this same mess of a man was the same one who had kidnapped them. 

Still half asleep, (Y/N)’s brain can only grasp half of what he’s saying. Not wanting him to keep rambling as it’s still way to early from them to be awake, and also not wanting to hear him ramble on about statistics that they 100% know he’s going to start to do. (Y/n) brings their blanket covered hands to grab his. 

Spencer stutters at the contact but (Y/N) just hauls their body up with the help of Spencer from the sofa they fell asleep on while watching their comfort series, which has now been turned off probably because of Reid himself, before wrapping the blanket around their shoulders and waddling to their room. 

(Y/N) debates getting ready with the warm blanket, but ultimately throws it onto their bed when they think of it getting wet and heavy in the process.

Stumbling into the bathroom with less grace than they would like, (Y/N) turns on the tap to start their morning routine. Brushing their teeth half asleep, washing their face which wakes them up a bit more, slapping whatever skin care they use and are bothered putting on that morning before finishing with moisturiser. 

Taking one look in the mirror, their lazy brain says to just leave their messy hair. Knotted from tossing and turning in their sleep, but the rational part of their brain reminds them that they will have to try to untangle those knots later when they’re worse. So, with distaste, they grab their brush and start the fight of brushing their (H/L) out.  

(Y/N)’s arms already feel sore from trying to move them while asleep, so they throw any thought of styling or putting their hair up in any way out the window as they walk out the bathroom door a bit more elegantly than before. 

Making sure to doge all the books and lose papers on the floor, (Y/N) walks into the kitchen to find Spencer putting the brightly coloured broom on the corner wall. There are two cups of coffee on the kitchen counter, one straight black in a plain dark navy mug, and another with just the correct ratio of milk and sugar that (Y/N) likes in a black mug with a printed white cat wearing a cowboy hat saying “Meow’dy”.

A (S/C) hand comes to pick the black cat mug by its body, (Y/N) seemingly unfazed by the scolding ceramic as they breathe in the warm scent of roasted beans to finally wake up their brain. 

Blowing onto the swirling milky liquid to cool it down, (Y/N) takes a tentative sip to make sure they don’t burn their mouth and they almost sag at the delicious taste. 

“You really know how to make good coffee.” (Y/N) mumbles, forcing themself not to gulp the liquid gold down as they remember the last time they had done that, they ended up with a burnt mouth as well as a scolding from Spencer. 

“Thank you love. Actually, it’s all in the temperature you use for the roasting.” Spencer replies trying not to go into a deep ramble about how he makes coffee, his heart swelling at the thought of his darling enjoying something he made. 

They both stand in comfortable silence, (Y/N) leaning their back onto the kitchen counter as the only sounds are blowing and sipping of coffee. 

Eyeing the window on the other side of the flat, (E/C) eyes gaze over to the window looking down on the busy streets of Washington DC. There’s a thin fog over the world as the sun starts to peak its rays out and (Y/N) suspects the outside smells like rain, but they can’t test that theory once their eyes glance down to the bolts on the window sill. 

It was hard to think about their life before this. To put it bluntly it was toxic and unbelievably draining, from their family and friends, to school and work, and god knows they only had a handful of people who gave them a lick of kindness in their life. It was draining every single day to the point of (Y/N) only having enough energy just to survive in their own body much less do the things they needed to do that day.

Taking another sip of coffee, their eyes roam over the man in front of them. 

Was this life so much better than their old life though? Being trapped in a house with a hyper intelligent, awkward man with no social skills who works for the FBI and is a potential psychopath.

Spencer sends (Y/N) a smile when he sees them looking at them, but they just cover their face by tilting their cup up higher than necessary to their lips. 

When (Y/N) was first kidnapped and brought here they were rightfully scared out of their mind, crying and bargaining and trying to get away from the person they thought were a friend. 

Spencer had tried to calm them down in his own round about kind of way, shushing them softly with promises of him never hurting them, trying to explain everything but ultimately getting into the logistics of everything and just setting off (Y/N) more because of the confusion and his psychotic rantings. 

Slowly though, (Y/N) started seeing that Reid wouldn’t hurt them, and they could now process the things he was rambling on about (mostly). 

He kidnapped them to keep them away from the bad things, from the pain of their day-to-day life. He just wants to keep them safe and loved (his words not theirs). 

Now while (Y/N) doesn’t agree with his methods, it’s not all that bad. He gives them their own space, their own room to decorate with whatever and they are free to do the same with the shared living area and kitchen. They get their favourite foods and snacks without asking, anything to fuel their hobbies, a coded phone and laptop so they can’t get help from anyone but keep themselves entertained as well as a flat screen TV and any gaming console their heart might desire. With the cherry on top of having no normal life stresses, no toxic family or friends, no school or job to kill themselves working over.

The only thing (Y/N) has to do is stay in the apartment and maybe indulge Reid when he rants once in a while. Reid would never force (Y/N) to interact with him, all he wants them to do is to be staying healthy by eating and indulging themselves in what he gives to them, but slowly (Y/N) likes to listen to his ranting. How his mind jumps from one thing to another while he goes through all the statistics, and once when they saw him play with some cards and Spencer had asked if they wanted to play, they bonded over multiple card games even though they were a bit pouty when he kept winning. 

“I took today off; would you like to play cards over breakfast?” Spencer asks while moving over to the fridge to look over the contents. 

(Y/N) knows this is bad, this whole situation is wrong. Even though Spencer wanted to keep them safe, the way he did it was wrong and immoral and (Y/N) doesn’t think they will every fully get over it. 

But when they see him smile at them while they do something small, like thank him for food or listen to his ramblings or just come out of their room and indulge themself with the things he had bought to keep them occupied. (Y/N) lets themself just live in the moment. 

“Sure.” Hesitating for a second, their eyes shoot down to their cup to try and hide their embarrassment. “Thank you for the coffee.” (Y/N) says softly.

“Of course love.” Taking (Y/N)’s empty cup from their hands, Spencer smiles down at them.

“You know I love you right?” (Y/N) nods, they know that obviously, he says it constantly. “You don’t have to love me back; I just want you happy.” 

His brown eyes soften as he puts the cups down next to them and reaches up to cup their cheek, giving them enough time and space to avoid it but when they just stand there Spencers eyes turn wide in shock. 

“Let’s play crazy eights?” (Y/N) asks, tilting their head slightly into his palm.

(Y/N) wouldn’t really say, or admit really, that Spencer had ‘saved’ them from their old life like he puts it. 

But they would be okay, it would all be okay for them.

[deceasedream69]

JEALOSY

A/n: This one is a long one so prepare your asses. No summary because the title it's pretty self explanatory and the story it's all over the place lol. Now enjoy <3

There he was, laughing and being happy with Maeve. They look so good together. It was my fault for not telling him about my feelings before.

He looked so cute, he always did, but in special events like today he looked extra hot.

- "now, why is such a pretty girl so alone?", He said extending his hand to me. "I'm Mike, JJ's friend".

- "y/n", I said smiling slightly.

- "come on, let's get a bigger smile on that face", he said with his hand still in front of me.

I took his hand and stand up. He guided me to the dancefloor.

- "I don't even know how to dance to this song", I said nervous, what if I look dumb in front of my team?. Well, I already looked dumb by not showing my feelings to the person I liked, fuck it.

I took his hand and let him guide me. He was a really good dancer.

I was spinning, and laughing, and dancing. He was very charming. But I couldn't get Spencer out of my head. Mostly because he was one of the people staring at us while we danced.

Maeve's pov

They way he smiled was so mesmerizing, his eyes, the way he looked at me. Until they weren't looking at me, they were looking at the couple on the dancefloor.

- "would you like to dance?", I asked thinking he wanted to dance, and that's why he was staring at them so hard.

- "no thanks, I don't dance"

- "oh, I thought... Because you were staring at that couple dancing..."

- "oh, she's my friend, and I didn't know she could dance", he said laughing slightly.

She was really pretty, but I knew I didn't have anything to worry about.

Spencer's pov

Y/n loo... Maeve, Maeve looked so pretty today. With her cute little dress, and her perfect smile.

We were talking about random things and facts until I noticed y/n was sitting alone, she looked kinda down.

Until I noticed she was talking with someone. I tried to ignore it and focused on what Maeve was telling me. But I couldn't focus.

They walked to the dance floor and they started dancing. I started to feel something burning on my chest, but I ignored it and focused on the pretty girl in front of me.

Y/n's pov

- "ok, I really don't know how to dance to this song", I said trying to walk away from the dancefloor

- "it's merengue", he said winking.

- "I know", I said nervous. "I never understood how to dance this, but it's a pretty dance to admire from afar", I said smiling and walking away.

He pulled me by my hand, and got a good grip on my waist. Our faces very close.

- "then let me teach you", he said whispering because of how close we were.

I forgot about everything and everyone in that moment.

We started dancing slowly, I was trying to follow his moves. I think I was doing great because he had a smile on his face.

The he got more confident and started to spin with me, and do other difficult dance moves, but I just followed him and I think all the stares proved that we weren't so bad.

The song finished and we were extremely close.

- "we have a case", said García breaking the moment.

- "I'm sorry", I said kissing his cheek and walking away. Leaving my number in the palm of his hand.

The team reunited inside a room in the house.

- "we have problems", said Hotch breaking the silence.

- "you did a pretty good job at stoping criminals by scaping the other night, but there are some, really bad, ones that got away", explained García.

- "how many?", Asked Spencer.

- "thirteen", said Hotch.

I threw my head back in disbelief.

- "one of them is scratch", said Hotch worrying us even further. "We won't start today, go home, get some sleep and we'll meet at the office at 6:00 am", he said walking away.

I turned to look outside but Mike wasn't there anymore.

- "lost your prince charming?", Asked Derek teasing me.

I laughed. - "yeah, I guess I'll go just to sleep in my house after all", I said joking. "Unlike Spencer", I said looking at Maeve still outside.

- "we don't..."

- "I'm kidding, I don't wanna know about your sex life", I said laughing and walking away.

When I got home I checked my phone and found Mike was already texting me.

We talked for a while but I told him I had to get up early for work so we said our goodnights, full of kisses and hugs emojis and went to sleep.

*the next day*

*peep peep*

He opened his door.

- "hurry up, we're late", I said angrily.

He got inside the car and I started to drive very fast, well, inside the legal speed. "You look tired af, did you actually got lucky yesterday with Maeve?", I said smiling

- "no", he said looking at the window

- "are you okay?"

- "yeah", he said softly, but I knew he was lying.

Spencer's pov

12:00 am

I was rolling in my bed, I couldn't get my body to just turn off. I didn't even said goodbye to Maeve before heading home. That was rude but I couldn't stop thinking about... No, I need to stop it. It's not healthy for neither of us. She was a... Well, they aren't dating yet... But she obviously likes him, why would she like you?

*sigh*

Maeve, she does like you, why ruin something good you already have going on.

I put my hands on my face, but either way I didn't sleep too much that night. I didn't even sleep enough.

Y/n's pov

We got to the conference room and started to discuss the cases.

- "as y/n as one of the survivors-"

- "wait, what?", Said Derek confused

- "surprise...", I said not knowing what to say. Everyone looking at me. "Yeah, I was one of scratch's victim, but I managed to survive, obviously"

- "knowing that he's a control freak he might want to finish what he started, so, if you agree", Hotch said looking at me, "you'll be our way to get to him".

I nodded.

- "that's too dangerous", said Spencer.

- "yeah, I agree, maybe we could-", started Garcia.

- "don't worry, what's the worst thing he could do? Kill me?", I said laying back.

- "this is no joke", said Derek.

- "if this goes wrong not only we'll lose you, we'll also lose the chance to catch the other killers, we'll lose jurisdiction", said JJ.

- "that's why it won't go wrong", said Hotch leaving the room. "Ten minutes", he said before passing the door.

- "are you sure you want to do this?", Whispered Spencer next to me.

- "fuck yes", I said standing up and leaving too.

We got on the jet and I quickly took my phone out. Talking with Mike was so fun, he was really funny. But I avoided spilling too much of my life to someone I barely knew.

- "what's with all the smiling?", Asked Rossi

- "she's talking with her new prince charming", said Derek teasingly.

I ignored them completely.

- "we should be talking about the case, this is important", said Hotch looking at me.

- "I'm sorry", I said putting my phone down.

- "she has to make sure her prince charming is ready to save her", said Derek laughing. I smiled awkwardly.

After making a plan we drove to the precinct to settle the things for another killer that was supposed to be in the area. And I got ready to get the plan we had for scratch going.

- "this is a microphone, put it in your bra, it also has a little tracker so I'll find you no matter where you go, in case something bad happens", said García, her voice was really raspy, like she was about to cry. After giving me the microphone she hugged me. "And don't you dare die". I could feel a few years falling on my back.

- "I promise I won't die, and if I do, I'll come back to bother you", I said hugging her tighter.

Spencer joined the hug.

- "promise the same to me", he said hugging me tight.

- "I promise I'll come back to bother each one of you, the whole team, maybe even in the jet", I said smiling.

I left the precinct, the plan was to drive to a little coffee shop, alone. Then wait for scratch to make a move.

I sat on a table at the street. Not a lot of people walking over there. I took my phone out and started to watch random videos, it had to look like I wasn't expecting anything bad to happen.

- "omg, y/n? You live here?"

- "mike? How the hell are you a few days back in Quantico and then here?"

- "I live here, I just went because, I mean, party", he said sitting next to me.

Something felt really off to me.

- "so, how are you? And what are you doing here? Did you already ordered? They have amazing cappuccinos here"

- "that sounds great, but I actually prefer iced coffee", I said smiling.

- "waiter! We want a cappuccino and an iced coffee, please", he said.

- "ok", said the waiter leaving us alone again.

- "iced coffee? I've never tried it but it sounds delicious, can I try it when they bring yours?"

- "sure, and maybe I can taste the cappuccino to see if it's really that good"

- "you'll see that you made a big mistake by not asking for it"

After a while of talking our order was on our tables.

We switched our drinks and tried them.

- "I've never liked cappuccinos but this one hits good"

- "I prefer my coffee hot, but I totally understand why you like it", we switched our drinks back and finished them.

- "it was really nice seeing you, see you another day", I said walking away.

He started to follow me.

- "I'm going in this direction too, that's why I didn't said goodbye back", he said walking next to me.

- "something feels fishy", said Penelope in our intercom. I just nodded slightly.

After a while my head started to feel heavy.

- "and see, this is why you don't just switch drinks with a complete stranger". After that, everything went black.

Spencer's pov

- "no, no!", Said García.

- "what happened?", Asked hotch worried

- "I lost connection with her".

- "what do you mean?", I asked extremely worried.

- "she was talking with her "prince charming" but I couldn't understand what he said at the end, and I have no connection with her now".

- "he's scratch's accomplice", said Hotch notoriously angry. "We need the team to gather up".

Y/n's pov

I was awake, but I didn't want to open my eyes, I wanted to see if I could recollect some information before my kidnapper noticed I was awake.

- "you did a great job, now go upstairs, I'll handle it from here".

I could recognize the voice, it was scratch, he was probably talking to Mike.

- "now, because your enemy here hasn't waken up, maybe I'll start playing with you".

I started to hear screams next to me, she was crying as too.

He left to get some things to star the torture. I opened my eyes slowly, carefully.

- "you're finally awake", she said

- "shut up", I whispered. I turned to look but scratch was nowhere near. "Who the hell are you?"

- "you're enemy apparently", she said laughing. "Because we both want the same man"

- "huh?! What are you talking about?"

- "Spencer, you can't act dumb before me, I know you like him"

- "how did they even got you?"

- "you're precious little boyfriend, he kidnapped me the night of the party and brought me here"

- "you've been here that long?"

- "yeah, how's Spencer? Did he ask for me?"

- "no... Not really... I don't think he even noticed your disappearance..." I said throwing my head back.

Scratch came back with a camera and a whip. He placed the camera in front of us and pressed a button, a little green light turned on when he did that.

- "now welcome. I actually just wanted to torture one of you, but why torture one agent when you can torture two?", He said taking the whip from under his arm.

Spencer's pov

- "boss, you need to see this", said García running with a laptop in her hands.

- "what's up momma?", Asked Derek.

- "everyone shut up and watch".

On the screen was scratch, on his right was Maeve, and on his left was y/n. Both tied to chairs.

My breathing was fast, everything seemed unreal, but it was happening right before our eyes.

- "how did he even got Maeve? When did he even got Maeve?", I asked hoping it wasn't the day I left without a goodbye.

- " probably after the party, if Mike is his kidnapper then he probably took the opportunity that same day", said JJ.

I sat down.

- "can you track where his recording from?", Said Hotch to Garcia.

- "that's the thing, I tried but... Nothing sir".

- "what does he mean two? We're 6 agents".

- "y/n and Spencer since that's his girlfriend", said JJ

We weren't dating, not even close, I just invited her to the party because I thought y/n was going to deny my invitation. I feel so bad for putting her in that position, and under those circumstances.

Y/n's pov

I tried everything but I couldn't get even one foot out of the ropes.

- "now, Dr Reid. Who would you choose? Your girlfriend... Or the person you love?"

My eyes went wide. What was he talking about.

Spencer's pov.

- "Reid, what is he talking about?", Asked hotch.

I put my head down.

- "wasn't it obvious that the kid likes y/n?", Said Rossi

Everyone agreed with Rossi.

- "but how did scratch even find out?"

- "he's been watching us..." I whispered.

- "guys look", said JJ pointing at the laptop.

Y/n's pov

- "so", he hit Maeve with the whip. Right on the leg. Making Maeve scream. "Dr", my turn this time, also on the leg. I tried to make the smallest reaction I could, I didn't want to give him the pleasure. "Spencer", maeve's turn. "Reid", and finally my turn.

He walked to the camera, getting his face real close to the lense.

- "I need you to make a decision, I know it's morally tough for you, but not actually", he said laughing and hitting us one more time.

Tears scaping my eyes. I bit my lip hard to avoid screaming, so now it was bleeding a little bit.

- "I send you a number, send your answer there", he said turning the camera off.

He left the room.

- "you're enjoying this, aren't you?"

- "what?", I replied dryly, my legs hurted so much.

- "being called Spencer's true love, working with him, seeing him daily"

- "of course I enjoy working with him, he's one of my best friends"

- "no, you love to have him near you, all for yourself"

- "what are you talking about? He's your boyfriend"

- "no he isn't. He never asked me out nor accepted my declarations of love. And I always knew there was something, or someone... Pulling him back."

- "do you really want to fight for a guy right before we both die?", I said laughing.

- " you're even laughing, you psycho"

- "man, shut the fuck up, shouldn't you be crying because of all the pain. I know I am".

Suddenly a bad smell appeared, it smelled like... Smoke.

- "what the hell were you thinking?!", I heard them yelling outside.

- "you need to have a better vision. Why kill one when you can kill both", that was Mike's voice.

- "you moron, I was going to kill them both, I just had a plan"

- "you always do, and you always leave me out of it. I'm tired of just being your puppet, you know how hard it is to carry unconscious people?!"

Maeve started to cough.

- "Maeve? Are you ok?"

- "don't pretend that you're worried about me now".

- "I am, you know what, I should be worrying about myself then"

The fire was visible from under the door. Which mean it was close.

- "ok, Maeve, are you-", I turned around and Maeve already had an arm free.

- "that's great, untie your other hand"

- "what do you think I'm trying?!"

After a few minutes she was free. But she started to walk towards the door.

- "Maeve!"

- "poor y/n, burned alive in this house, no more chances to get with my Dr Reid", she said smiling.

I started to cough really bad.

- "you little bitch", I said between coughs.

She opened the door, but that was a bad idea. A cloud of fire entered the room, burning her face and hands.

Her screams were agonizing. I couldn't even turn to look at her. She got up and ran to the back of the room.

I couldn't breathe properly, and my vision was getting blurry. That's when I heard gunshots outside.

- "hey, hey, look at me, stay awake", said a voice in front of me, untying me.

- "Maeve...", I said trying to get the attention to her because she was badly injured.

- "Derek's helping her"

My head felt heavy.

- "hey, come on", he carried me to outside. Sat me in the ambulance, where they gave me something to help my breathing.

- "where's Maeve?", I asked to Spencer when he came back to where I was.

- "she's at the hospital"

I sighed.

- "is she okay?"

- "how can you be so worried for someone who almost let you alone to die"

- "she's your girlfriend... And how do you know what happened?"

- "she opened the door but you were still tied? Pretty obvious". He grabbed a blanket and put it over my shoulders, hugging my from the side and putting his chin on top of my head.

- "I'm happy to tell you, scratch is dead. Killed by his own accomplice"

- "and Mike?"

- "he's in custody"

I sighed in relief.

- "I can't believe I kissed that jerk, on the cheek but still".

- "you can kiss another jerk"

I smiled, took off the thing they gave me to breathe and kissed him on the cheek.

- "yeah, that's good too", he said disappointed, expecting a kiss on the mouth.

- "they told me not to take this off", I said looking at his eyes.

- "fine, but I'll get it sometime", he said kissing my forehead.

A/n: maaan, this one took forever. I'm really proud of this one, I hope y'all like it <3

[sierraraeck]

The Jailbird and the Mouse

Spencer x Fem!OC (Aundreya)

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Summary: When Aundreya shows up to consult on a case, Spencer seems less than pleased to see her, but his actions tell a different story. Bonus chapter!

Category: Smut. Hate fuck. Apparently I’m incapable of writing a single thing without some angst, so we’ve got a sprinkle of that in there at the end, too.

Warnings: Cussing. Choking. Nicknames. Degradation. Cuffs are used. Unprotected penetration, female masturbating, oral (male receiving), fingering. Semi-public at the beginning.

Word Count: 8.5k

A/N: Okay so this is supposed to take place during How to Lose Friends when they are both in their fresh, post-prison forms and are beyond pissed at each other, but you don't have to have read that chapter or the series to understand this. Also, shoutout to @writing-in-april for looking this piece over and helping me make some edits!

Things to Know: All you really have to know is that Aundreya was a criminal who’d already been to and broken out of prison, joined the BAU, Spencer and her had a previous relationship, Aundreya got Spencer sent to prison, broke him out, then took the fall for something Spencer was being accused of that she didn’t do, getting herself sent to prison again.

I’d been called back to help the BAU solve a case. Fascinating how when it was convenient for them, I held some value. But, after that I was just easy to throw in a jail cell to be forgotten about.

I didn’t want to be there, but unfortunately I didn’t have a choice. So, I closed my eyes, and took a long, deep breath before forcing the door open. I had barely entered the room, barely had made eye contact with Hotch standing opposite me, before both my shoulder blades were shoved against the wall behind me, with long fingers wrapping around my throat.

“What is she doing here?” the hiss in Reid’s voice sounded exactly how I’d imagined it in my head preparing for this encounter. He looked almost as bad as me. His curls were going in a million directions, and I could only imagine the amount of times he’d run his hands through them, probably due to stress. His eyes were blood-shot, slightly puffy, and the dark bags underneath seemed more defined. The only thing that contrasted all of that, and let me know his head was still in it, was the darkness he now held in his eyes. There was nothing lighthearted or soft about them anymore, at least, not for the moment and certainly not for me. Plus, there was a red-hot rage I could see boiling at the surface. It was like looking in a funhouse mirror, a warped version of myself being reflected back to me. I’d seen the same fury and darkness in my eyes every morning that was in his now, and the irritation that radiated off him matched my own. Really, the only difference between Spencer and I, was he still had his gun and badge and I didn’t.

“I was invited to help consult,” I snapped through my somewhat restricted breath. “So you better get the fuck off me.”

He gave my throat one last tight squeeze before stepping back, his intense gaze never leaving me. I met his gaze with a wicked smile while brushing my fingers over where the ghost of his hand used to be. I wanted him to see that he didn’t affect me. Angry or not, he held no power in our dynamic anymore.

“Chambers, good to see you,” Derek mocked, giving me a side eye laced with suspicion.

“Can’t say I feel the same,” I deadpanned, then turning on Hotch. “So, why am I here?”

“We have reason to believe that a rogue gang member is kidnapping and killing ex-military if they refuse to join,” Hotch explained with seemingly no emotion, as if he was unaffected by my presence.

“Cool,” I deadpanned again before asking, “So why do you need me?”

“We wanted to know if you know anything or have heard anything-” Derek started.

“Heard anything?” I cut him off with a scoff, “You mean besides the constant clanging of metal bars when I’m not left in complete silence by myself? No, I haven’t heard anything.”

“Can you find them?” Spencer asked as if it would be a difficult task for me.

“So you do want my help,” I clarified.

“I want your skills.”

I let out a disgusted chuckle in response to his quip. Venom dripped from my words as I voiced my thoughts from only moments before stepping into the room. “Oh, I get it. You only want me around when it's convenient for you. Otherwise you just wanna give up on me and let me rot in a cell.”

“What was I supposed to do!”

“What were you supposed to do?” I asked in disbelief, eyes wide. “What were you supposed to do?” I mumbled to myself again in a mocking tone, rolling my eyes. I put my hands on the back of the empty chair in front of me I assumed had held Spencer at one point, and leaned in toward him. He’d retreated behind the table since releasing me, and I quietly snarled towards him, “I don’t know, but sitting there on your tiny, plushy ass, wasn’t it. I’m leaving.”

Spencer was back over to me in a flash, slamming his hand on the door before I could even reach for the handle. Someone got better reflexes. I cocked an eyebrow at him.

“We have a suspect list that we want you to review.” Hotch caught me before I pushed Spencer out of my way.

“Fine. Make it quick.” I looked over the list Hotch gave me that contained about 30 men, none of which rang any bells. “This was a waste of time.”

“Hold on, guys,” Garcia trotted in, “I just found something.” She was in such a rush that she initially didn’t see me, bee-lining it straight for Hotch. Handing the iPad over to him, her eyes lifted to take in the rest of the room. That’s when she noticed me. Her eyes grew to the size of beach balls, and her perfectly done lips hung open. I tried not to feel too hurt, knowing that my presence would come as a shock to her, but it still stung seeing her at a loss for words, possibly even scared. She’d really been the only person who still had any hope left for me, and I was starting to wonder if that was true anymore.

My voice softened as I greeted, “Hey, Penelope.”

She struggled for words, a few ‘uhs’ and ‘ums’ headed my direction, ultimately being saved by Hotch. “Dave, you’re with me. Prentiss, Morgan, I want you to go to the ME, Garcia we’ll need you on call, and JJ, Lewis, I want you to go talk to this man.”

“What about me?” Spencer asked.

“You’re going to stay here and watch her,” Hotch commanded. I started laughing at Spencer’s visible discomfort. Spencer glared at me before opening his mouth to argue, but Hotch stopped him with a voice filled with authority, “I know you won’t be able to focus out there if you know she’s still here unattended. Let’s go.”

When everyone had left and the door shut behind them, I sang, “Well if it isn’t Doctor Reid drawing the short end of the stick, yet again.”

“Just sit down and shut up,” he tried to order with confidence as he took his own advice, sitting as far away from me as possible. Not once had he looked me in the eyes since I’d initially walked in and he had attacked me. Sure, his eyes were on me, but they never connected with mine.

“Is that a demand, doctor?” I challenged him.

“No, but it could be. I just don’t want to be the one responsible for letting you get away.” He shrugged in his chair, resting the ankle of his leg on the knee of the other.

“So you’re just gonna trust me to do what you ask?” I questioned. Throughout the entire time I’d known Spencer, he’d never gotten super riled up over something, but this was a whole different Spencer, one that I didn’t recognize or know . He was more on edge, confident, and clearly willing to wrap his hand around my throat with no hesitation. A type of Spencer I was more than happy to get to know. And let’s face it, I’d been in prison for 15 months. There wasn’t a ton of action going on in there that I wanted to get involved with. I just wanted to see how far I could push him before he snapped. “You don’t trust me, and you know you can’t. I put you in prison, just because I could,” I shrugged, contradicting what I’d insinuated earlier for my own entertainment, “and you think that I won’t just walk away from you when given the chance?”

“You’ve had the chance. For the past three minutes and forty-six seconds you could have left and you didn’t. What’s keeping you here?” he smugly fired back. Oh yeah, he’s definitely going to be fun to mess with.

“What’s keeping you here?” I copied, “Why’d Hotch bench you again? Because you can’t focus when I’m around?”

“No one can focus with you around!” he huffed hotly.

“Not well, but they certainly can do better than what you’re doing right now,” I patronized, “What is it about me that makes you all so nervous, huh? I’m just another criminal who happens to be a former co-worker. I thought you were used to working with those day in and day out.”

“Criminals or co-workers?”

“Either.”

“None of them are like you,” he bit.

“Oh I know,” I ran my tongue over my lips, “So I’ll ask again, what is it about me that makes me so different?”

He looked up at me. In contrast to the first time he locked eyes with me, his expression was stone cold. “You were a part of this team, and you betrayed us. You betrayed me. I don’t know how I could’ve been so stupid to believe you were actually helping us! I just want to know why you picked me. You were going to take one of us down, why’d you choose me?” I could see the gears spinning in his head, and was about to answer when he frustratedly added, “Was it because you thought I’m the weakest?”

That’s it. That’s what’s always made him tick. And he used the present tense. We were still an entire table length apart, so I started slowly sauntering toward him. I prodded, “Is that what you think? You believe you’re the weakest on the team? Or do you just think that’s what I thought?”

“We all have our roles,” he responded, but not nearly as confident as he had been before.

“That’s not an answer,” I pushed.

“You still haven’t answered me, either,” he growled, and I decided to let this one go. We didn’t need to fully delve into his insecurities, no matter how much I wanted to.

“It was similar to that. You were the most afraid of me, I could smell it in the air.” I closed my eyes and pretended to revel in the stench of fear. “But, I could’ve gotten any one of them if I wanted.”

Spencer scoffed at that, “I think you overestimate your abilities.”

“I don’t,” I quickly fired back, “I could’ve gotten any of them, and to be honest, I was going to go after Derek, or maybe Emily, but then you spoke up from the corner of the room and I knew it had to be you.”

“Why?”

“Why this, Aundreya, and why that, Aundreya? Is that the only question you can ask?”

“Is it the only question you can’t answer?”

I was about halfway to him now, and decided to give him a little false hope. “I picked you, not because of your intellect, or how the rest of the team coddles you, or how relationship starved you are. I picked you because I could see something in your eyes that was different, something dark. And once I heard your full back story, I realized just how similar the two of us are.”

“We are nothing alike,” he insisted.

“Really? Because had you made one different choice or one thing went just a little bit wrong, you could have ended up just like me, with no family and no one to give a shit about you or what you do, except for the cops who just wanted you locked up and controlled.” I was dangerously close to him now, his head tilted to look at me, but he didn’t cower away. He actually seemed to welcome it. Which reminded me of something, “After knowing all of that, my past and everything I was, you still agreed to let me on your team.”

“I was the last person to say yes to you joining,” he informed me. This was news to me, but I couldn’t even be sure if he was telling me the truth. “I didn’t think it was a good idea for you to be working with us, but I was outnumbered and outranked.”

“No, you caved to their wishes,” I twisted his words to suit my needs, “Like you caved to mine.” I slowly reached down to place a hand on his chest. He eyed it all the way until I made contact with him, and it was like flipping a switch. He grabbed my wrist and held it close as he pushed out of his chair, the wheels spinning it wildly back into the monitor. He reached for my other wrist, which I let him grab, and held me against the wall, arms pinned next to my head. I did everything I could to not smirk. And he’s still caving.

“I didn’t want you here. I resisted the idea of you being around us,” he spat.

“Like you’re resisting the idea of being around me right now?” I arched an eyebrow, scanning him from head to toe, and I couldn’t help but let my gaze linger on a few spots. He opened his mouth to say something, but he shut it again, locking his jaw. I could see his genius mind at work, trying to come up with some way out of the little mouse trap I’d set up for him. I watched his eyes trail down to my lips and neck, soaking it all in. When his eyes met mine again, I tried to reach for him, but he forcefully slammed my hands back, pinning me to the wall again. Though, I wanted him to touch me this time. He was taking too long to make a move for my liking, so I decided if I couldn’t use my arms, I might as well use my legs.

All of his weight was already leaning toward me, so it wasn’t difficult to wrap my right leg around his waist and bring him all the way to me. The moment that they were within inches of my face, I attacked his lips. I was almost disappointed by the fact that he didn’t seem surprised at all, as if he knew how impatient I was and knew that I would force the first move. But, I wasn’t disappointed for long.

Spencer’s whole body was pressed against mine as he quickly swiped his tongue across my bottom lip, looking for entrance. I granted it, but I wasn’t going to give him the complete dominance that he wanted over the kiss. Instead, our tongues slid over each other’s searching for more than the other was willing to give. It was hot and messy, and he released his grip on my wrists, moving them to apply the same amount of force to my jaw. With my hands free, I made quick work of the buttons on his dress shirt, ripping it open. I was expecting skin and sighed when I found yet another shirt. This man and his layers.

Spencer took advantage of me sighing, giving him more access to my mouth, which I wanted to be annoyed about, but couldn’t care to be. I decided to make better use of my hands, running them down the sides of his body as he wrapped his behind my back. He pulled away from me so abruptly when I tried to massage him through his slacks, he basically dropped me on the floor. It was like being left out in a cold winter storm, just barely out of arm's reach of warmth.

Spencer shook his head, eyes on the floor, as if that would clear his mind of what clouded it, which was me. But I wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. “There. You got what you wanted.”

I gaped at him before retorting, “We both know it wasn’t just me who got what I wanted. I’m sure you had a hard time pulling away.”

He glared at me as he rolled the chair back toward the desk and took a seat, “Not really. I have important work to do.”

I stood there staring at him trying to compose himself. His face was red and he tugged at his pants before crossing his leg over the other. I pressed my lips together, but still failed to contain the small laugh that escaped through my nose.

“Sure,” I mocked, “Especially since everyone else on the team is already doing that work for you.” He didn’t look up from whatever papers were on the table, trying in vain to ignore me, though I wasn’t ready to have his attention off me yet.

I shut the folder that he was in the middle of reading, not like he was actually reading it considering how long it was taking him to flip the page, and sat right on top of it. He was about to reach for it again, but retracted his hand at lightning speed when my legs got in the way. I flashed another mockingly sweet smile his way, but he looked out toward the window, right next to the wall I’d just come from. I swung my legs back and forth off the side of the table just a bit, careful not to completely kick Spencer in the shin, though I couldn’t help but let my toes accidentally tap him a few times. As with all of the other times I’d touched him, he moved out of the way, uncrossing his legs with a perfect foot-sized gap in between his knees. I rested my foot in that small gap on the chair, rolling his body closer to me. Then, for no other reason than wanting to feel him squirm underneath me, I plopped down on his lap, my legs straddling his. I pretty much had him locked in his seat.

“What are you doing?” he questioned, a look of complete indifference gracing his face, but I knew it was just a front.

“Just making sure you’re doing your job,” I replied, winking at him.

“And… how do you think this is helping me do my job?”

“I’m making sure you’re paying attention to me,” I whispered in his ear seductively, lacing my fingers together on the back of his neck, “Plus, I’m doing what you asked me to. How did you put it? Sit down and shut-”

Using his thumb and forefinger, he pinched my cheeks and brought my lips to his forcefully. The kiss was just as hungry as the last, teeth clashing and tongues furiously fighting. He moved his long fingers onto my hips with a bruising grip, which I had absentmindedly started grinding against his. He pulled away from me for a moment, and his harsh tone reminded me that this was nothing like the last time we’d been together, when we’d both been a bit more innocent. “You never did have any manners at work.”

I smirked, “I know. Imagine my manners at home.”

A low, almost inaudible groan came from Spencer’s throat at my suggestion, but he tried to cover it up by moving my hair out of the way and latching his lips onto the side of my neck. I gasped at the contact of his teeth pulling at my soft flesh, paired with the feeling of his growing bulge pressed against my core. His fingers gripped my hips harder and moved them faster, drawing a small whimper from my lips. I felt him smile as he trailed kisses down my neck to my collar bone, leaving a single bite mark there. I tried so hard to contain my high-pitched moan when he moved one of his hands from my waist to pinch one of my nipples through my shirt.

But I was supposed to be the clear-headed one, so I forced myself to not get too wrapped up in the feeling. If I wanted to get to my end goal, I was going to have to leave him wanting more, which unfortunately in turn meant leaving myself in the same condition.

My hips had gotten faster along with Spencer’s hands, but when I felt him start to buck his hips up against me, I knew that he was getting close and it had to end. Immediately, I stopped my movements and untangled myself from him, but not before dragging a finger up the column of his throat, sneering, “Too bad. I could’ve helped you, had you done anything to help me.”

I left that open for interpretation, either as a jab to his masculinity or to what started my rage in the first place: being left in prison. He didn’t ask for clarification either, clearly too bothered by being left on edge. He did, however, follow up with, “Help you? Why would I want to do that? You’re a terrible person.”

I grinned as if receiving a medal of honor, “That I am, Doctor.”

I moved the lay down on the couch while Spencer attempted to refocus on his work. I made a show of sighing a couple times and rolling around ‘to find a comfortable position’ on the couch, just to piss him off. I could tell it was working based on his clenched fists turning white, and the way his leg was jumping. He was resting his head in his hand, which almost perfectly shielded my face from his.

He still wasn’t turning the page, so I offered, “Can you flip the page by yourself, or do you need some help?”

He wasn’t given the opportunity to respond, because Hotch, followed by most of the team, came barreling through the door.

“Colby Ulton, 43 years old, has a long record and wasn’t home,” JJ announced, following Hotch. It’d been a while since I had to deal with their inhuman pace when it came to talking about unsubs and profiles, so most of the stuff they said next flew over my head.

I was way behind in the conversation, but none of that mattered when Hotch turned to me, “Colby Ulton. I want you on him.” He'd barely gotten the command out before I was reaching for the door handle.

“I don’t.” The words were hot and dry and coming from none other than Doctor Reid. I rolled my eyes. He moved to step in front of the door, blocking my passage out again, leaning casually with his back against it, arms crossed. Our faces were barely centimeters apart.

“Why not?” I asked in a mock-curious voice.

“I don’t trust you. Who’s to say you won’t just run off? Then we’d let a high-profile criminal walk free. Plus, we’re not even sure he’s the right man,” Spencer pointed out. I was going to point out how I had just made that same argument about me leaving, and he refuted it himself only to bring it back up now, but I didn’t get the chance.

“He’s the best we’ve got right now,” Derek countered. I could tell he sort of just wanted me out of the room, but Spencer’s motives appeared very different.

He never took his eyes off of mine as he recited, “We think it’s a rogue gang member who’s either left or been kicked out within the past year. Ulton’s been in prison, which could mean he’s gone rogue, or it could mean he’s joined a new gang, one that, as you probably know, wouldn’t allow this type of acting out. Either way, he hasn’t demonstrated gang affiliated behavior in almost three years. Not to mention he had his tattoo removed and is out of our age range. I don’t think putting her on, most likely, the wrong man’s trail is worth the risk of letting her walk free.”

The room was silent as we all waited for someone else to make the first move. I decided to be that person. “So what do you suggest they do with me, hm?” I questioned, walking my two fingers up his chest with each word. Then I leaned in and made it very clear, “Because I am not going back to prison.”

I bit his earlobe on the way back, and I saw the way his pupils dilated just slightly at the feeling, “I’ll watch her for the night.”

“What?” Derek and I said at the same time, but our facial expressions were very different.

“Yes,” he stated, more confidently now, “She has nothing to do right now, but we might need her later in the investigation, so sending her all the way back to prison doesn’t make sense.”

“And you'll make sure she doesn’t escape?” Derek questioned.

“She hasn’t so far, has she?” Spencer challenged. When he got unnerved looks from the rest of the team, he assured, shooting a small smirk my way, “Trust me, she won’t.” How cute. He thinks he can wrap his skinny little fingers around my neck and pull a moan from me once, and all the sudden he’s in control. He switched our position, pinning me up against the door, clasping the handcuffs back around my wrists in front of me. I was starting to think he had a thing for pushing people into walls. It was his turn to whisper in my ear, “And you won't want to.”

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When we arrived back at his apartment, I took a moment to survey the room. It looked almost exactly as it had the last time I’d been there. Books piled up everywhere, papers strewn all over the desk, a little dark and dusty, maybe a bit more worn, but nothing too out of the ordinary. The only difference was that it no longer suited him as well anymore. He used to be this shy, studious, loner-type that didn’t really like people, and he had a certain innocence about him. There was nothing innocent about him anymore. He didn’t seem shy either, much more confident; still studious and a loner though. However, I bet he liked having at least one person over at all times, or not being home at all. It meant that he didn’t have to be alone with his own mind, and after being in solitude myself, and knowing that he’d been in there too, that feeling of complete silence, utter aloneness, was something we’d never want to experience again. We were honestly perfect for each other in that way.

The other thing I’d noticed, based on what I'd seen of him within the last few hours and what I knew prison could do to a person, I guessed he went off of instinct rather than intelligence more than he ever had in his life.

Spencer had to take the time to shrug off his satchel and kick off his shoes, neither of which I even had. All I had was myself and what I was wearing, which wasn’t much. At least I wasn’t in an orange jumpsuit anymore.

“Wow, you’ve really renovated the place,” I snickered. Spencer didn’t say anything, just rolled his eyes and brushed past me. I forced my wrists outward a couple times, making a clanking sound with the cuffs, asking, “You gonna take these off?”

He faced me with a smirk and shook his head slightly, “Don’t think so.” Pulling out a chair at the puny kitchen table, he sat down, and I felt like we were much in the same position we’d been in at the office. I was in his home turf, if I could even call it that, but I wasn’t just going to let him be in charge.

I decided to go straight for the jugular, “Why’d you bring me home, Spence?”

“This isn’t home, not for you,” he snapped.

I scoffed, “Doesn’t look like it is for you, either, but that doesn’t change the question.”

“I told you. I didn’t want to risk you running away.”

“You didn’t want to lose me?” I inquired. He could hear the way I was rephrasing it to change the narrative, not like I was wrong, but he successfully dodged it.

“I didn’t want to lose an asset over the wrong man, tipping the right one off, and potentially risking him going underground. I’m just trying to catch an unsub,” he shrugged.

“You’ve got an answer for everything, don’t you?” I shook my head in amusement.

“You don’t?” he cocked an eyebrow.

“Of course I do,” I quickly answered.

“Then answer this,” Spencer squared his shoulders, now completely facing me, “Why didn’t you run the moment you got the chance?”

“I had three FBI personnel in the car with me, then a team of BAU agents surrounding me, and then was left alone in the same room as an agent who can shoot 100 on his test. I am many things, but I am not stupid nor am I suicidal.”

“How’d you know I shot 100?” Spencer followed up.

I smiled, “I know things.”

“How about all the chances you got when you were in prison? You’ve broken out plenty of times before, why not do it again?” He was leaning forward, and he seemed genuinely curious.

It was a good question, one that I actually hadn’t pre-thought the answer to. Frankly, I wasn’t expecting to even make it this far. “I was biding my time.”

“For..?”

“Leverage.” It was a simple word, but one that seemed to make a great impact. Spencer leaned back in his chair and contemplated my answer. It wasn’t a complete lie either, I just didn’t want to give away too many details.

Spencer finally whispered, “Against?”

I flashed him a wicked smile. “You.” His face contorted into something I couldn’t fully recognize, eyes narrowing. “You, Spencer. I’ve been waiting for you to make an error, a mistake. That was the one flaw in my plan, that while I picked the easiest to emotionally manipulate, I picked the hardest to mentally manipulate. And you don’t make very many mental mistakes, do you Spencer?” I asked, approaching him. I’m really hoping you’d like to cash one in right now, though. I could practically see the internal argument being fought inside Spencer’s head; one side telling him to give in, it wasn’t that bad, the other telling him to resist, that somehow, this would corrupt him further. I needed the former to win. “You wouldn’t let yourself get caught up in the moment, would you? You wouldn’t crack, take what you want, what you need, what you deserve against your better judgement. Because you’re all brain, Spencer. All brain, and no heart.”

That’s what did it.

Spencer literally swept me off my feet, tossing me onto the couch like a rag doll. His hand returned to my throat as if it belonged there, and he pushed open my legs with his knees. My hands may have been cuffed, but they could still be useful. I moved them to start unbuttoning his shirt when he swatted them away. He spat, “I’m not heartless. Not like you.”

“No,” I agreed, “You’re worse. At least I can admit to what I am. You just hide behind a badge and gun.”

Spencer shoved two fingers in my mouth, probably trying to shut me up. I smirked, running my tongue up and down the long digits, making sure to give him a preview of what was to come if he’d let it. His other hand trailed down the side of my body until it reached the waistband of the pants I was wearing. Forcefully, he yanked them down, taking my panties with them. I knew I was already pooling, but of course he had to rub it in. Snarky, he mocked, “For someone who talks a big game, you’re already looking pretty weak.”

I silently cursed my body for finding him arousing, and was about to have to come up with a clever comment when I saw Spencer pause. He was charging straight into this, and then he just stopped. I tilted my head, “Worried you don’t have it in you?”

Spencer met my eyes, and cooly stated, “I’m not going to let you be my mistake.”

Dammit. When I felt him start to pull away, I knew I had to say something to get him to stay. I needed to turn this into an advantage in his eyes, not just mine. “Why? So you can let this rage build up inside of you, eat away at your every thought, until you snap? What then? You lash out during a case, which causes someone to die, either because of your incapabilities or at your hand? And what for? Because you’re still mad at me? I’m right here in front of you, Spencer! You’re never going to get a chance like this again, so just do something!” By the end, it was a plea, and one that was brutally answered.

Spencer pushed two of his fingers inside me, already moving at a quick pace. I let out a small yelp at the sensation which clearly pleased Spencer. I attempted to refocus on unbuttoning his shirt, which became increasingly difficult because of how he was curling his fingers to hit that spot just right. I barely finished, pushing his shirt away from his shoulders when he leaned away from me, taking both of his fingers with him. I was about to complain until I saw him dropping his shirt to the ground and unbuckling his belt, pushing his own pants and underwear out of the way in a similar fashion as he’d done to mine. He pumped his fist over his shaft a couple of times before lining himself up between my wide open legs. He teased my clit with the tip of his cock, and I could feel the precum beading there. I bit my lip as I looked up at him.

Spencer’s eyes were blown when he quietly demanded, “Say it.” He wants me to beg. I was okay with him thinking he was in charge for now, so I played into it by shaking my head. He slammed my cuffed wrists against the arm of the couch just above my head, bringing his face so close I could feel his lips brush mine as he repeated, “Say it.”

It was more forceful the second time, and something about his hot breath on my face and the feeling of his hips trying, and failing, to stay still against mine pulled a whimper all too genuine from my lips, “Punish me.”

At my words, he slammed his cock in my entrance, setting a merciless pace. With no time to adjust to his length, the heat burning between my legs got fiercer. The sounds of his hips hitting mine filled the room, both of us trying to control our moans, not wanting the other to know how much we were really enjoying it. My back arched off the couch, sending my fingers over the arm, brushing over thin objects on the small table there. A pen and paper clip.

I pressed my lips together to contain the grin that just about took over my face. Looking down at Spencer, who was way too busy biting marks into my skin, I could tell he hadn’t noticed the detrimental error I’d just realized he’d made. I made quick work of unclasping the cuffs from around my wrists, but left them on loosely just for show.

The coil in my stomach was getting tighter and tighter, and while I usually would have tried to control myself, I let the moans tear through my lungs. This caught Spencer’s attention, perring up at me with a twinkle in his eyes, one that told me he thought he had me. He mouthed into my neck, “This too much for you to handle, Jailbird?”

I scoffed at his pet name. Alright Doctor Reid, you’ve had your fun. Now let me show you how to really be in charge. “Not in the slightest, Mouse,” I quipped. Before he could think, I wrapped my legs around his waist, and put my hands on the back of his head. I flipped us off the side of the couch, landing on top of Spencer. With the wind knocked out of him, I quickly grabbed his wrist, clasping one of the cuffs around it, looping the chain behind the couch leg, then synching the other around his free wrist. I placed his head on the ground and leaned back, tracing patterns on his chest.

It took him a moment to realize what had just happened, but I saw the moment the light went off. “You filthy bitch.”

I chuckled, “It seems as though that genius memory of yours forgot that I’m a criminally sound escape artist.”

He was fuming, but contained himself long enough to ask, “What changed?” I raised an eyebrow at him. “Since last time? You had no problem letting me take control then.”

I simply stated with disgust, “I was soft then.”

“Who’s to say you aren’t still now?” Spencer challenged.

I laced my fingers with his as I pinned them to the ground, my turn to be the one looking down on him, faces only centimeters apart. We locked eyes as I explained, “You can see it too, I know you can. I wake up and see it in the mirror every day, and I see it in you too now. It’s in your eyes. That darkness. That feeling of destruction, of being broken, of being a monster. It’s there. I can see it like it’s my own.”

I expected him to snap at me. To argue with a clever quip. But he didn’t. Spencer leaned up as far as he could and kissed me. Not in the angry, predatory-like way that we had earlier, but really kissed me. I was so taken aback by the gesture that I practically jumped off him after a few seconds. I hated myself for letting it happen for even that long.

I stormed away from him, hissing, “Don’t try to get my sympathy now that you’re the one chained like a dirty animal. I’m not gonna fall for it.”

I saw something quick flash across his face before it hardened again. I could feel his eyes following my every move as I walked away, so I decided to make a show of it. I swished my hips back and forth, and even bent all the way over to pick up our clothes for no reason, just so he could have a perfect view between my legs. I heard the rattle of the cuffs against the couch and smirked to myself.

Tossing the clothes as far away as possible, I reached under my shirt to unclasp my bra, slipping it out one of the arm holes. I spun it around my index finger a couple of times before letting it fly off in the direction of the rest of our clothes. Toying with the hem of my shirt, I rhythmically moved it around my body so that he could only see some exposed skin at a time. I slowly pulled it higher and higher until I removed the garment completely. Standing completely bare in front of him, looking down on his naked body, I’d never felt more in control.

Spencer was drilling holes into me as I got down on my knees, crawling toward him. Again, his hands shot forward only to be stopped by the metal. I tutted, “Now, now, Mouse. That’s not how this works.”

I stroked a single finger up his length, and when it brushed over the tip, he squeezed his eyes shut. I wetted my lips as I wrapped a single hand around his cock, starting at an agonizingly slow pace, a stark contrast to the one he’d set earlier. I had barely started moving at a faster pace when Spencer started to buck his hips up into my hand. I slammed his hips back down with my other arm, giving him a cold look. His hips stilled and I knew he was getting desperate.

I flattened my palm against his lower belly, making sure he’d stay in place as I steadily picked up the pace. Spencer threw his head back when I swiped my tongue over his tip, and huffed when I retracted my hands, breaking contact all together.

I hummed, “Actually, this isn’t that interesting.” I scooted back on the floor, holding eye contact with his piercing irises as I spread my legs wide open for him to see. Neither one of us has had our release yet, so I might as well take mine and leave him high and dry.

I brushed my fingertips down my body, cupping my breasts on the way, until I reached my clit. I started to rub circles over the bundle of nerves, not realizing how close I already was. I let out exaggerated moans as I continued my ministrations, steadily pushing myself toward the edge.

“Stop.” It was barely a whisper, and I wasn’t sure if I even heard it, so I ignored it. Right as another moan ripped through my lungs, I heard Spencer say, louder and more demanding this time, “Stop.”

I was too close to stop. I barely had the mental capacity to smirk down at him before I felt my release crash over me like a tidal wave. For dramatic effect, I whined out Spencer’s name as my walls clenched around nothing, helping myself through my orgasm. Slowly coming down from my high, my head lulled back, release seeping into his rug.

Barely allowing myself to catch my breath, I leaned forward onto my knees, and looked at Spencer’s face, which was red with anger or desperation I couldn’t tell, but brought my lips down on his dick regardless. He grunted at the sensation, and I could feel the heat radiating off of him. I swirled my tongue around him until I couldn’t anymore, opting to just trace a protruding vein instead. I started to hollow out my cheeks when he bucked up into me, forcing me to take all of him in at once. He groaned when I started gagging around his length, and when I coughed after pulling off him, he had the audacity to laugh.

“Having trouble there, Jailbird?” Spencer smugly asked. I looked down at his length laying against his stomach and saw that it was a deep red, and had to have been painfully hard at that point. With that in mind, along with my recent release, I crawled over him.

I looked at him as I hovered my pussy just above his cock. “I wouldn’t be worried about me. I’d be worried about how you’re gonna take care of yourself with your hands cuffed if I decided I’m done with you.”

That threat wiped the smug look right off his face. I was already wet again, and allowed him to only barely feel what was waiting for him if he behaved, lowering myself down so his length was just brushing my lips.

His face contorted and then he said the word of my victory, “Please.”

Taking hold of his cock in one hand, I lined myself up, and slowly sunk down. He filled me up completely, a bit thicker than I remembered, and I sat comfortably in his lap. This was clearly what Spencer wanted, but there was no way in hell it was going to be that easy. I just sat there looking at him, and based on the crazed look on his face, he was expecting me to start moving immediately.

We stared each other down for a moment before his whole body jerked forward, hands yanking on the cuffs. It was my turn to laugh at his pathetic struggles, but I still didn’t have quite what I wanted yet. Raising my hips up, I quickly slammed them down, pulling the loudest groan I’d heard from Spencer. When I didn’t move again, he started squirming underneath me, and I asked, “What is it you want me to do, Mouse?”

Then he broke, his strangled pleas music to my ears, “God, fuck me, please, just fuck me!”

I grinned as I captured his lips in a vicious kiss, pulling his bottom lip between my teeth. Steadying myself with my palm on his chest, I lifted my hips up, only to let them fall back into his lap. I started slower than either of us wanted, letting myself adjust to his full size before bouncing freely on his dick. The sounds of our heavy moans filled the air, sweat collecting on our bodies.

I was honestly surprised at how long Spencer had lasted when he let out one final shriek before coming undone below me. He’d given up, completely relaxed on the floor as I started chasing my second orgasm. Spencer peered up at me through hooded eyes, and soon enough starting letting out cries, and I knew I was pushing him. I didn’t want to completely overwhelm him but I was so close…

I wouldn’t get there, not yet anyway, because Spencer did something I was not expecting. The couch hit the floor with a loud thud, giving Spencer the freedom to move his arms. He wrapped the chain of the cuffs around the back of my neck and flipped me over in one swift motion, almost identical to how I’d just done it to him.

I was completely caught off guard, and let a surprised squeak leave my lips. I was almost impressed. Almost.

As if he could see straight into my mind, Spencer remarked, “I’m a quick study.” His entire body weight was over me, and there was very little wiggle room for an escape.

I followed Spencer’s eyes as he scanned around the room, glanced at his wrists, then sighed when he spotted his pants. Must’ve been where he put the key.

I raised my pitch and snidely sang like a schoolgirl, “Whatcha gonna do Mouse? You gonna fuck me like the inmate you are, or are you gonna free yourself, hm?”

Pressing his hands down on either side of my perfectly laid out ones above my head, the chain between the cuffs digging into my forearms, he chided, “I’m sure I can handle you just fine with them on. I’m not quite done with you yet, Jailbird.”

My walls fluttered around his cock at the gravelly sound of his voice and the threat that accompanied it. It’s as if he’s chained to me. I shuddered happily at the thought.

“Is that what this is about?” Spencer hissed, clearly catching my pleased look and the way my pussy pulled him in a little more at his harsh words, “You just enjoy seeing me as some twisted killer?”

“I enjoy seeing you for who you truly are.”

I wasn’t able to form another coherent thought after that one, the pace Spencer was pounding into me like one I’d never felt. He fucked his cum from only seconds ago back into me, the wet sound of our mixing fluids filling the room. I could barely focus on where his hands had moved to, teasing my nipples, because the fire between my legs was jumping higher and higher. As it finally burned through me in the sweetest way possible, I reached to grab onto anything, the first thing my fingers found being Spencer’s hair. He growled when I tugged, but his pace never let up.

As I came down from my high, Spencer didn’t stop. The feelings were becoming too strong, too overpowering, pleasure bordering on pain. I tried to pull my hips away from his, but there was nothing I could do. To stop my squirming, he sat back slightly and pressed his large palms down on my hip bones. Moving also changed the angle he was slamming into me, now bottoming out with each thrust. I needed some reprieve.

“Spencer,” I whined, but there was a nothingness in his eyes.

His hands snaked up to my throat, applying massive pressure to my windpipe. “Is this what you wanted?” Spencer yelled, “Is this what you think I truly am?”

I was having trouble getting the air into my lungs, let alone respond. I wanted to force him to face his reality of being an ex-con, knowing how shitty it was to be on the inside and just letting me sit in there. A consequence of my own actions, but considering I was doing it to save him, I was looking for a little bit more effort on the getting out process.

But he’d left me in there. He didn’t care. He didn’t care despite the fact that he knew what I was going through, that I could tell he was still dealing with his own PTSD and not well, and that everything had changed for him. People looked at him and treated him differently. He was a different person. Corrupt. And he’d only been in there for not even three months.

I’d been in there for five times as long.

I wanted him to realize just how much damage him and his useless team were doing to me by not helping me get out. I wanted him to realize how fucked up that was, and how terrible of a person that made him. I wanted him to realize he was just as big of a monster as I was.

I accomplished that. But I underestimated how much darkness he’d really been holding back.

My head started to feel light, and I could tell I was on the brink of my third release. The sound of skin slapping skin was sinful and I couldn’t focus on anything other than the feeling of his tip hitting my a-spot, the way my legs were shaking around his body, the way the muscles in his back felt against my nails as I clawed them down it. My release came quicker than Spencer’s, who wasn’t too far behind me. His thrusts became shallower, as he spilled into me for the second time. It was as if all the energy had been drained out of me in an instant, along with my anger and hatred. Spencer rolled off of me, and I saw his figure weakly collapse to the ground.

It was an eerie calm, the sound of absolute nothingness, the only disturbance being our labored breathing.

I didn’t know how long it’d been when Spencer’s voice, the softest I’d heard it since the day’s start, whispered, “Are you okay?”

I glanced at him with a confused look. He let out a small sigh at my non response, collecting himself before walking over to his long forgotten pants for the cuffs key. After freeing his wrists, he walked back over to me and helped me up, ushering me to the bathroom.

I could tell he was examining me, but it wasn’t until I stood in front of the mirror that I realized why. “Look at those bruises around your neck, Jailbird. They suit you.”

The bruises were deep and already turning a nice purple. I scanned the rest of me finding more bruises on my hips, thighs, shoulders, wrists, and not to mention the bite mark on my collar. I scanned Spencer next, his only bruises coming from his wrists and the red marks I left on his back. “I wasn’t expecting that from you.”

He met my eyes in the mirror, “What were you expecting?”

I shook my head, “I don’t know.” I truly didn’t. I went into it knowing I wanted to force him to see everything he had, everything he was, but I guess I didn’t really think about what that would force me to see. My exhaustion started to give way to a heap of emotions, and a single, involuntary tear escaped my eye. Spencer brushed his fingers over my neck, simultaneously pulling my hair behind my shoulder.

He kissed the tender, bruised skin, and I remembered the times before, the times when it felt like we’d really been in love. I felt his breath on me as he mumbled, “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

I turned on my heels to face him, “You didn’t.”

I didn’t know what compelled him to confess what I never thought he would, but he sounded deeply ashamed when admitting, “I wanted to.”

“What stopped you?” I was genuinely curious. We’d hurt each other in the most extreme ways before today, getting the other sent to a cage in hell, betraying each other.

“I’m broken, but I’m not beyond repair, and hurting you would make me someone that I don’t want to be.”

I gave him a tired smile, and all I could muster was, “Pretty convincing.”

“I’m sorry if I scared you.”

“Don’t be, you didn’t. You couldn’t,” I assured him. It was the truth.

“I should’ve,” he bit, looking down at his hands, which were so delicately holding my waist I couldn’t be sure he was even touching me.

“Why?” I questioned, the seriousness evident in my voice, “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

He shook his head, and a stray curl or two tickled my forehead. “I could’ve.”

“I trusted you not to.” I clasped my hands together and rested them on his back.

Spencer’s shaky voice matched his glistening eyes as they locked with mine, “I just wasn’t sure. All I know is that I scare myself sometimes.”

I pressed my forehead against his own, “Well, then I guess we’re two people who have nothing to fear other than ourselves.”

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one-shots

9-1-1

crazy golf| evan ‘buck’ buckley

 when you blackout on a mini golf course the 118 gets called to the scene 

stranger things

tv| steve harrington ft. billy hargrove    I'll stay in the pool and drown so I don't have to watch you leave

marvel

the protective ‘brother’| loki

 after losing control of your powers your ‘brother’, loki, comes to earth to make sure you’re okay. (halfblood!reader)

false confidence| peter parker (series)

prologue

kingsman

overthinker| eggsy unwin

 after the festival you can’t get the thought of eggsy with another girl out of your head

shoot me| eggsy unwin

   when you and eggsy get captured on a mission, he is told to shoot you.

kpop

bad timing| eric nam

 after moving to another country without telling your parents your phone rings while you’re asleep besides your boyfriend eric nam and your mother over hears his voice.

marry me| kim namjoon

at the fear of namjoon’s enlistment you hastily pop the question (foreigner!reader)

moxie

spin the bottle| seth acosta

  not wanting to play spin the bottle you request the help of seth to pretend to be your boyfriend.

the o.c.

selfless| ryan atwood

  ryan seems to keep getting into trouble revolving around you so you decide to leave orange county, however, ryan has the same mind set.

bandersnatch

control| stefan butler    stefan feels like he’s being controlled, you have to help him take that control back.

once upon a time

miner’s day| henry mills

   it’s your first miner’s day celebration in storybrooke and henry is glad to experience it with you.

the hunger games

they weren’t the first| finnick odair      after the jabberjays it’s revealed that peeta and katniss weren’t the first pair to make it out of an arena alive

they weren’t the first part 2| finnick odair      finnick lost you in the 65th hunger games, but district 13 is full of many surprises

headcanons

none yet

series

criminal minds/9-1-1

Our Story {Aaron Hotchner}

Part 1| in my veins| aaron hotchner |not written| Part 2| exile| aaron hotchner returning to her hometown for a case eleanor dawson's secret relationship with her unit chief gets revealed. Part 3| unsteady| aaron hotchner |not written|

The Only Thing We Know {Criminal Minds/911 Cross Over}

Note| These parts can be read together or as singles, they do not have to be read in order Written in the order| Part 3, Part 1, Part 2, Part 4 Part 1| runaway with me| spencer reid ft. dad!aaronhotchner  after the traumatic passing of your mother you decide to runaway from home and you go to spencer for assistance. Part 2| merry go round |not written| senior year is complicated, however, it gets even more complicated when the daughter of a FBI supervisor gets roped into the wrong crowd... and is a witness to a murder.  Part 3| meet the parent| evan ‘buck’ buckely ft. dad!aaronhotchner  due to your overprotective father, aaron hotchner, you keep your boyfriend buck hidden from him, however your secret is revealed when your dad and brother arrive on your doorstep and buck answers the door. Part 4| begin again |not written|  stuck between returning home to Virginia or staying LA with buck, you remember first meeting buck and your first love spencer.

stranger things

about a girl| steve harrington

Quinn Bram was just another girl to Steve Harrington, until she uses her superpowers to save him from a creature from another dimension. What do they say? Fighting D&D creatures create a bond between two people.   chapter 1| happier 

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I don't really have a prompt in mind but can I request a sick Reid?

Sure thing pal!

However next time, I’d really appreciate a little more guidance. I don’t usually write promptless requests. I’m not good at thinking of ideas so it kind of stresses me out. Thanks!

Also disclaimer: it’s been a while since I’ve watched criminal minds so if the characters don’t seem quite like canon I apologize.

“Spence?” J.J. asked, breaking Reid out of trance. He had been sitting at the table in the back room at the police station, staring off into space, for far too long. Everyone had started to get worried. Something was going on with their resident braniac.

“Huh? What? Sorry,” he answered quickly, sitting up in his chair and turning to look at their board to try and figure out what was going on.

“You okay there Reid?” Rossi asked, eyeing him skeptically. 

“Yeah, of course, I’m fine. Just zoned out for a minute,” he nodded, giving the room a forced smile.

“More like 20 minutes,” Hotch said, looking right at Spencer. He avoided eye contact, looking down at the table.

“Sorry sir,” he said quietly, feeling his face go red. He just wanted them to go on with the case already and quit bringing him all of this attention. Unwanted attention. In fact, Spencer wanted nothing more than to slink out the door when everyone was distracted and go back to the hotel to sleep. 

He’d been feeling a little under the weather all day. It had started with a headache, which was nothing out of the ordinary. But it had morphed into something worse as the day went on. He felt tired, abnormally so, and his muscles were stiff, making him feel heavy. Just walking had become a chore. Not to mention the fact that he was freezing, had no appetite, and the smell of the coffee pot sitting on the table was making him vaguely nauseous. 

Okay fine, he was sick. Reid was anything but stupid, he knew the signs of a fever without ever needing a thermometer. He must have caught a virus or something. Pretty terrible timing for it too, right in the middle of a tough case. 

“Okay, Rossi, Emily, you should head to our newest crime scene, J.J. you’ll go with me to talk to the first vic’s family, and Morgan and Reid, you should head back to talk to the M.E. again,” Hotch gave out the assignments. However, before Spencer could stand up and grab his briefcase, “Reid hold on a moment.”

“I’ll wait for you outside,” J.J. told Hotch, placing a careful hand on Reid’s shoulder as she walked past him. She looked worried. He tried to smile at her. 

Hotch waited until the rest of the team had left the room before he spoke, “Reid are you alright?” he asked. 

“I’m fine, just didn’t sleep well last night,” he lied.

“You sure? Cause you can sit this one out if you need to. At least for a little bit,” Hotch said.

“I’ll be okay, really.”

“Alright, good,” he nodded. And with that Reid was dismissed. So he headed out of the conference room to go find Derek, happy that he hadn’t been completely found out. He just had to make it through this case, then he could be sick, his team needed him. Little did he know that Aaron was texting Derek to keep an eye on him. 

“There you are,” Derek said from where he was leaned casually against the drivers side door of their FBI issues black SUV’s. 

“Sorry,” he apologized, walking around to get in the passenger’s seat.

“What did Hotch want?” Derek asked, glancing over at Spencer as he pulled out of the parking lot. 

“Just saying that I needed to stay focused,” Reid shrugged, turning to look out the window. 

“Slacking off on us huh pretty boy,” Derek laughed, lightly punching Reid’s shoulder. 

Reid forced a weak laugh, giving Morgan a fake smile. Hotch was right, something was definitely wrong, but Derek knew better than to ask. The kid was stubborn as hell. 

Their talk with the M.E. went by in a blur. Reid asked some questions, received some answers he didn’t quite process, and looked at the body with a blank stare. He could feel Derek watching him out of the corner of his eye the whole time. Reid knew he was busted. 

“And you found the marks on her hip too?” Morgan asked.

“Yes, but they were smaller. Any idea what that might mean?” the medical examiner responded.

“Uh, we’re gonna have to look into it,” Morgan answered, looking over at Reid to see if he had any insight, but his eyes had practically glazed over. He wasn’t even paying attention anymore.

Indeed, Reid had tuned out their conversation when he realized he was going to have to own up to his illness as soon as they left. Well, it also didn’t help that the room had started spinning a little. It just felt so hot in there. Reid just wanted to sit down.

“Alright, kid, come on what’s wrong?” Derek asked as soon as the hospital door shut behind them. 

Reid sighed, “I don’t feel good Morgan,” he admitted, knowing that it was useless at this point. It’s not like he was being any help at this point anyway. 

“Spencer,” Derek scoffed, shaking his head. “You know better than this kid, no one’s gonna get mad at you for being sick. Happens to all of us,” he continued, opening Reid’s door for him. The poor kid looked like he was shaking just from the effort of walking. When Derek got into the car, Reid burst into tears, leaning forwards to drop his head into his hands.

“Woah, kid what’s going on? Are you like hospital sick?” Morgan asked, reaching over to place grab Reid’s shoulder.

“N-no,” he cried, “Just s-so stu-upid. Should be a-able to f-fight it. Team ne-eds me.”

“Aw Reid, it’s okay, really. Yes the team does need you, but we’ll be alright for a few days while you get better. And like I said, it happens to everyone,” Morgan said, trying to calm him down. 

“Not to you,” Spencer said quietly, sniffling and wiping his eyes. 

Morgan laughed, draping his arm around Spencer’s shoulders. “Oh yeah? Do you not remember a few months back when I got sick en route to a case and threw up all over the jet?” 

“Oh,” Spencer said seriously, before letting out a laugh himself. He did remember. Poor Derek. It was a little funny though now that he though about it.

“There’s that smile I love so much,” Derek grinned. “Now, what do you say we stop and buy you some advil and then get you back to your room to sleep this off?” 

“Yeah, that sounds good,”

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Don't Move

A Criminal Minds Fan-fiction

Featuring: Dr. Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Setting: Season Five

A/N: It has been a hot minute since I originally posted this series, but my mind kind of wandered.Talk of periods. This one starts with some fluff, but I hope you still like it! Leave some love if you want more of Lord Spencer... Happy Smuturday! xoxo Stu

Follow up to |Your Move| Move Me| Moving Along| and |So Moved|

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This was ridiculous, this whole process frustrating and drawn out. Why did it have to happen every month?! All you wanted was to feel normal and not rage eat an entire tub of ice cream in order to feel better. Poor Spence. He was on his way home for a long weekend after being gone for a week and a half. And you were in no fit state to play.

You changed out of your work clothes and threw on a pair of sweat pants and your favorite zip up hoodie. If you were going to be miserable, best to be as comfortable as possible. You flipped through Netflix until you found an old movie musical to fall asleep to.

Spencer took one look at Y/N, asleep on her couch and he crumbled. She seemed so peaceful that he hated to wake her, even if their food was getting cold. Instead he made room in her fridge for the containers and picked her feet up to leave in his lap. All too soon he had drifted off to the unfamiliar, yet catchy songs.

Spencer knew Y/N felt gross, but she still looked delectable to him. Her face clean of make up with only a hint of sleep softening her features. Sitting comfortably on the couch, they had eaten and were lazily scrolling the streaming service she had set up.

"What's going on in that big brain, Spencer?" She asked, catching his glances.

"My lady is inquisitive tonight." He teased, putting on his firm voice.

"Ugh, I do not feel like a lady. Sorry, sir, I can't live up to that tonight."

"Do you want to maybe play differently? There are many characters that can come out to please me." Spencer's hand was rubbing her thigh. He didn't want to push her, despite the growing hunger his thoughts inflamed.

She pursed her lips and tilted her head, god that mouth was distracting. Her chest inhaled quickly, pulling the fabric of her thin sweatshirt tight across her breasts. Her nipples reminding him that she wasn't wearing a bra.

"I might be interested, but I don't want to have sex, sex. It will be a mess."

"Understandable, Pidge. How about we role play a bit and see if you find something you want to do?" Spencer was setting himself up for anything, but if he could get Y/N out of this funk. He would gladly do it.

"Sounds good. You've been the Lord and the Tramp, maybe I can be somebody else? Since there is nothing polite about my mood."

Spencer groaned, she had leaned forward, walking her fingers up his chest. He licked his lips, "Is there a persona you would like to try?"

You hadn’t thought about it before, so possibly the most cliche and obvious persona came to your mind. “Uh, French Maid? Wait, shit, I suck at accents. Just a servant girl then?”

Spencer closed his eyes, he wasn’t expecting that and the scenarios slipping through his mind were a bit overwhelming. “Uh, sure, Y/N. Am I to continue as the Lord, then?” His voice cracked. Fuck. She smiled smugly, nodding as her nose scrunched up before planting a sweet kiss on his mouth.

Thirty minutes later

Spencer stormed into the kitchen with his cane spinning dramatically in front of him. You were scrubbing the floor on all fours, dressed in a sundress and a tight bun in your hair. The suds were everywhere.

“What is this mess?!” Spencer demanded. You were confused at first, since he told you to go wild with the bubbles. His eyes widened and his head nodded egging you on.

“Oh! Uh, sorry, my lord,” You cast your face down in submission. He slipped the handle of his cane under your chin, drawing your gaze back to his.

“You have ten minutes, Y/N. If you can’t make it suitable in here, then you will answer to me.” Spencer’s voice was shockingly firm, all his consideration left him as he embodied the angry employer perfectly. He crossed the room and sat on the recliner, so he could watch you from the next room.

“Thank you sir. Sorry sir.” You stood quickly, but bowed as you apologized. You spun on your heels and grabbed some dish towels to wipe up all the soapy water. Because you knew you were being watched and because you had nothing to do but amuse each other, you got downright soaked. Your dress was thin and you hadn’t bothered putting on a bra since you expected Spencer to appreciate your body even if you weren’t at the moment.

He did not disappoint, after a particularly long stretch on your knees, you stood to face him as he was worrying his bottom lip. His pants straining against his approval. He was not having you waste time, “Y/N, you are not being paid to take a bath. Finish in your allotted time or face the consequences.”

“Yes sir,” You nodded solemnly. It was really difficult to walk around the kitchen without slipping, so you sort of glided around, your bare feet on rags. You were starting to laugh at yourself, because this entire thing was ridiculous.

Suddenly there was a firm poke to your shoulder, Spencer had returned. He was not happy with your frivolity. “Y/N, as this room is no way in the shape it should be. I’m afraid I have to punish you.”

“But, Lord, I tried to-”

“I am speaking.” Spencer shut you down, his tone causing you to stiffen. “Not only were you teasing your master, but you were making a game of it.” He paused, as his eyes scoured your body. It seemed like a life time before he spoke again, in a husky whisper. “Y/N, go stand in the corner and Don’t Move.”

You couldn’t exactly believe it, Spencer was giving you a time out. You opened your mouth to protest, but a fierce finger pointed at you told you better. You stomped to the corner where the kitchen counter met the doorway to the living room. You dared not look back at Spencer because it was hard enough not to laugh at the whole situation.

“Honestly, Y/N. Anyone could clean this floor, yet, I, your master, a practical invalid has to beg for you to do your job.” The disgust laced through his words, he was really getting into it this time. You didn’t know if you were meant to respond, so you stayed put, in silence.

Slowly you began to hear Spencer’s breathing speed up, and something else an uneven jingle of metal. When a short grunt escaped his lips, you spun in alarm. Spencer sat at the counter not three feet from you, his pants and briefs tugged down and his very hard cock gripped in his right hand.

“Eyes front, Y/N.” He demanded suddenly. You spun back around, the embarrassment warming your face, sending shivers straight to your core. The delicious indecency of it all.

“Hmmm, you see what you did to your master? You little tease, you can’t even, hmmm. Do your job without your tits causing me to take care of myself. That’s not right is it?” Spencer spoke as he stroked himself, your chastising drawing him further along. “Is it?!”

Oh! Ohhhhh. “Permission to speak?” You asked as his hints sunk in.

“What do you want now?” He was getting quite nasty.

“Sir, if I may, perhaps I can help you? My Lord?” You asked the door frame.

“Turn around, Y/N.” He spat. You spun on the spot, chin down demurely, as you batted your lashes.

“My Lord, I know I was doing a poor job. But I know I can do better.”

Spencer crossed his arms over his chest, his face registering mild disbelief. His erection prominent and distracting in his lap.

“Sir?” You asked furtively. “Please let me make it better. I know I can do a good job.” He practically growled as you walked towards him, sliding to your knees at his feet.

“Oh, I know you can do a good job, Y/N. Because my servants,” Spencer hissed at you, taking his dick in his hand and placing it on your chin. “Always do as they’re told.” He rubbed the head over your lips until your tongue darted out, lapping up the bead of pre-cum before taking him fully, in to your mouth. The build up had gotten him quite along, the idea of him unable to control himself over your scantily clad body making you quite pleased yourself. Your nipples burned in the chilly air of the tiled kitchen.

Spencer’s left hand held the counter top, while his right hand held the nape of your neck. You kept a rigorous pace, your tongue massaging the underside of his needy length. His grip tightened and he nearly stood, the warm feeling coating your throat abruptly. “Hmmm, that’s my girl. Whose a tease now? huh?”

“I was a tease, sir.” You admitted, biting your bottom lip coyly.

“Y/N,” Spencer cleared his throat. “There’s something in the bedroom I need you to do.” Apparently, he wasn’t done with the game, despite his well earned finish.

“Shall I fetch something, Lord?”

“No, but we should get you out of those wet clothes.”

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