Request: Wattpad- Ooh,can you please do one where Spencer and y/n gets into a really bad argument and then she’s suddenly kidnapped by an unsub?
Word Count: 463
Author: Charlotte
Even after the man had forced you to drive to the middle of nowhere and dragged you into his house, you had no idea who he was or what he wanted. The only thing you could assume was that it was either terrible luck that you were targeted, and they didn’t know you lived with an FBI agent, or he was directly trying to get to Spencer or the bureau in general.
Before you had even been allowed out of your car, your hands had been taped behind your back whilst the same silver duct tape was wrapped around your head several times to cover your mouth and cling in your hair. Over the three days since it was initially attached, you had had it ripped off from your head a handful of times to give you minimal food and drink and for him to listen to you plead. Other than that, the only thing that loosened the tape was your tears which had started to seize due to the lack of water intake. The majority of your time had been left on the floor with your feet tied with rope to a bedframe, not even having them removed when he decided to take his anger out on you.
You didn’t know what injuries you had, but you had gotten used to the taste of blood and with the amount of pain you were in, you were sure there was at least a handful of broken bones at least. You didn’t know how long your torture would last, but you could only hope that your genius boyfriend knew you would have contacted him by now and was on the case.
Your hopes were soon proven when you heard gunshots outside of the room you had been held in, the door flinging open to reveal Spencer and his team.
It didn’t take his genius to see that he had been crying and had been awake since he had last seen you. He rushed to your side, pulling at the tape, unravelling it from you. You let out a cry of pain from its removal, but you were just relieved to be able to breath freely.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, cupping your cheeks in his hands. “I’m so sorry.”
You shook your head. “I’m sorry too. I love you so much.”
Spencer returned the words of love, pressing his lips to yours, not caring that his team were watching on.
“I just want to go home,” you whispered as he continued to remove your restraints.
“I know,” he said softly. “But we need to get you to the hospital. You’re safe now.”
As soon as your hands were free, you feebly grabbed hold of him. “Please don’t leave me.”
Warnings: Mentions of Kidnapping, Knives, Arguments with a partner
Request: Wattpad- Ooh,can you please do one where Spencer and y/n gets into a really bad argument and then she’s suddenly kidnapped by an unsub?
Word Count: 606
Author: Charlotte
No matter how much you loved your boyfriend, living with someone ended up with things getting on your nerves. Everything that had made you fall in love with him all those years ago no longer seemed to be cute and sweet, some of it pissed you off and at some point, you couldn’t bottle it all up again. With Spencer away for work for the last two weeks, you had thought that the short break from one another would help, but when he came back it all started off once again.
Whilst he had been away, you had tidied the apartment and tried to make the environment pleasant for you both to live in. As soon as Spencer got home, his bag was left in the living room and the next day when you awoke, half the bookcase had been spread around the room. It annoyed you that he hadn’t even mentioned the work you’d put into the apartment, and it was worse that he was so quick to return it to its previous state, but you did your best to stay calm. By the time dinner rolled around and he had stacked his dirty plate on top of the three mugs on the coffee table and it pushed you over the edge.
“What is my job, Spencer?” You snapped.
He looked up at you confused. “You teach kindergarten.”
“Oh, so you do know I’m not a maid then,” you retorted, letting sarcasm drip from every word.
Spencer seemed confused still by your words, not knowing where they came from as you had previously stayed quiet and calm. You picked up the dirty plate and mugs and showed them too him as you begun to stomp over to the kitchen.
“I know you’re tired from work, but that’s no reason to be a slob,” you frowned.
“I was going to put them in the sink before bed.”
You snapped your gaze back towards him.
“Is that why I found six mugs around your desk with varying levels of mould?”
He ran a hand through his messy hair. All he had wanted was a quiet, relaxing evening but you had put an end to that.
“Does it really matter?” He asked. “You always leave your clothes on the bathroom floor, and I just put them in the basket without complaining.”
A shocked laugh escaped you. “Without complaining? I could have left my shirt hanging over the rim of the basket and you’d act like I’d thrown the whole thing everywhere.”
“I’m sorry if it bothers me to want to go for a shower after a long day at work and find your bra in the tub.”
Any semblance of reason had now been washed from you. You let go of the dishes far from the edge of the sink, not caring about the clatter of them hitting the metallic bowl.
“You know what?! I’m done,” you exclaimed. “I can’t stay in this fucking apartment.”
“Where are you going?” He asked, rising from the sofa where he had been sat.
You grabbed your car keys as you slipped on the first pair of shoes you could find.
“Anywhere but here.”
Before Spencer could say anything else you escaped the apartment, slamming the door behind you. You rushed down the stairs and out into the dark carpark, unlocking the driver’s door and getting in. You rested your head against the wheel, giving yourself a second to breath. You leant back against your seat, closing your eyes for a moment.
Without a sound, a sharp piece of metal pressed against your neck, forcing a gasp from your lips.
A/N: Surprise I’m not dead! I wrote this for @imagining-in-the-margins fic swap and got my wonderful friend babyleaf! This was my first time writing for Ralves, hope you enjoy! Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader/Luke Alvez Category: NSFW Content Warning: descriptions of penetrative and oral sex, degradation, praise Word Count: 1.4k
I’ve always loved things that come in threes.
When I was little, it was a tricycle. Too top heavy for my childhood innocence, metal bars dented from gravel flying up as I taught my body my first love, what flying felt like. I can still hear my mom’s laughter and feel my father’s arms wrapping around my stomach and pulling me back, keeping me from the expanse of the asphalt. My first love was brought to me in threes.
As I got older, it was clover leaves. I loved finding four leaf clovers, but there was something particularly enthralling about being surrounded in a sea of trios, green triplets cushioning my toes. I would pick them and bring them to my mother, and she’d chastise me, reminding me that only the four-leafed plants held the luck she thought I was searching for. But it wasn’t luck I wanted, it was company.
As an adult, I found threes everywhere. Primary colors. The hands on ticking clocks. Suits, trilogies, stoplights, blind mice, guitar chords, and love. I noticed three in everything, made it a point to learn three in every language a search engine could give me.
When I met Luke Alvez, I thought my trilogy of findings was over. I had found my duo. I had learned what two fingers felt like, how they learned my body and carved their ownership into my muscles. Felt his lips pressing constellations into my shoulder blades, his two hands caressing my chest and dragging up to tilt my head to the side, moving to capture me in a much too short kiss. His touch left twos all over my skin, all over my body. When I met Luke Alvez, I kissed threes goodbye, leaving them behind for a lifetime of duologies.
Luke and I developed a routine over the next two years, of loving and loving. I memorized what he felt like inside me, memorized his kisses, memorized him in every conceivable way. I looked to Luke Alvez to teach me what good meant, and he taught me what it felt like, too. He was my ethos, balancing me between vigilance and passion. He kept me from my fire and kept me in my ice.
When I met Spencer Reid, everything changed. From the moment I saw him, my love of threes came back in waves. His curls fall down, each ringlet in three turns. His speeches, all three points to be made. Every handshake with three squeezes, every laugh with three crescendos. I never thought threes would be mine again, until I saw the look in Spencer Reid’s eyes when he looked at my Luke, and Luke looked at him the same way.
When I met Spencer Reid, I knew then and there my duo would soon become a trio. There was no way around the way he and I, he and Luke, and Luke and I all looked at each other. Luke came home that day, puppy like and swooning, talking Roxie’s ears off about his new coworker. I couldn’t blame, after all I did, and do, feel the same way about our new object of affection. I was just a bit better at hiding it than Luke. How Spencer and his brain didn’t piece it together sooner, I’ll never know.
Luke had confessed over coffee, sputtered words and burnt tongue spilling every secret to Dr. Reid. I never thought I’d see the doctor turn so red, but I soon found out he could turn me redder than that still.
Spencer Reid taught me the meaning of trilogy, of three, of us. Luke and I thought the duo was the ending, that the two of us had achieved something unlike anything gifted to humankind before. We were proven incredibly wrong the moment Spencer Walter Reid stepped into our life. The power of three was something I had never considered before I felt his love, his prowess, his consideration.
I memorized Spencer, too. The way his hands felt around my shoulders, pinning me back against him with his writhing hands making their way down my body. I memorized his teeth biting at the flesh between my neck and shoulder, the sound of his belt sliding from belt loops, memorized the way he made the hairs on my neck rise with the simplest whispers in my ears. Beyond that, I memorized the way he kept me calm. The way the brushes of his fingertips assuaged my beating heart, his careful ranting filling empty longing spaces between Luke and I’s silent words. He was our logos, our life’s reason and animus. He kept us bound but bated and every bit of him is in our grasp.
That wasn’t the only way he kept us bound, no, the man was deft and practiced with silken rope. Nothing burns in my memory quite so much as the memory of tied hands behind backs and fatigued knees from sitting in front of him, head craned to stare up at his chiseled physique. He’d trace my jawline, pry my mouth open, let his fingers take up precious real estate in my throat.
“What a beautiful, disgusting thing you are. Opened up for me, hm?” He’d mock me, nothing but love behind his eyes as I stared, nodding.
“All for you,” I’d whisper, choking on his hand in my mouth, my words wrapping around him. He always understood the sentiment. Luke would come around then, sliding my shirt off my shoulders long enough to bite his ownership into me.
“Pretty girl,” he’d say, rough hands smoothing up over my chest, reaching up to unbutton Spencer’s slacks and pushing my head forward to take him into my mouth. I remember looking up through shortened eyelashes and seeing his head thrown back in glory and Luke muttering, “Oh, good girl.” He always could sing my praises. That was something else I’d memorize too, the ecstasy loving them provides.
Spencer would pull me up then, fist in my hair and throw me onto our bed, snarling, “Oh, I’m not done with you yet. He may be nice to you, but I won’t be, not yet. You’ve got to earn it.” My face pushed down into the bed, his hand against my back and Luke’s hands running up my legs to trace at my heat, Spencer had pushed into me, moaning something unintelligible for the first time in his life.
He’d use me, thrust into me with a fistful of hair pulling my head up just enough to wrap around Luke, who would caress my face and tell me how good I was being, how sweet and patient. It would only be so long before Spencer would fill me with his warmth, falling over me and pressing kisses to my back, muttering his own praises in languages and feelings I would never understand. Luke would follow soon after, wiping my mouth and giving his own kisses to the corners of my mouth, copying Spencer’s lilted praises.
It’s all of these things that I leave memorized, imprinted, in stone in my mind. It’s now that I understand my place among the trilogy, the pathos of us all. My passion, my love, my desire. It turns out that, after all, I do still love in threes. Luke, Spencer, myself. The trio of a lifetime, of a long while, of our little piece of infinity.
“Emily Prentiss is a lesbian” as soon as I finish the sentence, a screammakes it’s way to my ears
“YES SHE IS!” The crowd parts ways and she appears in the middle like a deity, her beautiful hair eyes stand out in the crowd and I know I’ve heard that voice before. It’s Emily Prentiss herself, Paget Brewster.
“THE CBS WERE COWARDS!” She adds loudly, the crowd stays silent for a few seconds, processing her words until they all erupt in cheers, aplauding her, they grab her by her arms and legs and lift her in the air as her body flies through the people cheering her on
Summary: Reader has waited so long for his wedding night. Especially because Spencer has not had him since the date was announced
Relationship:Spencer Reid x Trans Man! Reader
WC: 1K
A/N: Hi my loves! I write this fic in a culmination of two days and I love it!! I need this in my life.
CW:Mild Breeding Kink, NSFW, Mild possessiveness/ownership (“My husband” is said multiple times), and use of the term “sweet boy." Reader has no specification of a chest or not, but AMAB and AFAB terms are used to describe their body.
NSFW 18+ ONLY
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“I have always wanted someone to call my own,” he said softly, his knuckles brushing against the bridge of my nose, across my bottom lips, over my cheek. It was all places that he already had memorized ‐ every divot and curve and line already been touched by his hands twofold. This was … different through. Far better than every other time. “For some time, I was sure that I’d be fine with anyone. I can see now how wrong I was, my sweet boy.”
Spencer’s hands slid down my shoulders, moving to trace down my torso. I was burning. Spencer must be on fire considering how every touch of him to me scorched my skin in the best of ways. I knew that after tonight, I would never know anything but his hands on me. My husband placed a soft kiss on my hip bone, his warm eyes honeyed in the candlelight. “Anyone but you as mine ‐ my husband ‐ would be so wrong.”
The kiss turned into kisses as Spencer trails down the dip where my leg connects to my torso. He has long taken off my boxers, and every other piece of pesky cloth that could hide me from his eyes. I don’t feel the need to hide from him, though, I never have. Spencer is the first person I have ever wanted to see me. My loving husband, though, is still fully clothed in the tux that we had married in. Spencer uses two of his fingers to spread me open and licks up me. If I have any brain cells left, I would complain to him about soiling his tux, but Spencer gave me no time as he eagerly licked into me. I had asked him to let his scruff grow a bit for our wedding night, and it tickled at my skin and my thighs. Spencer’s lips wrapped around me and I could not stop the whine that fell from my lips. His fingers found his way into me and he set a mind melting pace.
“My husband has such a pretty little cock,” Spencer muses. He takes me back into his mouth, and no one could have prepared me for the way he hollowed his cheeks and sucked. My husband must have hidden this - this talent for a reason; if he had ever done this before our wedding day, I would have never made it to the altar. I would have been fucking him too insatiably. I was in love with the way he groaned around me as his tongue rolled around me, his fingers arching into that spot inside of me and I melted. Pleasure practically oozed from every bit of me. My hips rocked against Spencer’s hands and his mouth as I came. With a soft groan, my husband pulled away from my cunt. He smiled at me, one of the smiles that I had first fallen in love with - bashful, kind, and full of so much love.
When I looked at the man in front of me, changed by so much but still imbued with the same kindness, I knew that I could never have picked a better man to wed.
My slick covered his stubbled chin, “You fit so perfectly in my mouth.”
A noise fell from me and I laced my hands through his hair to pull him up to me, pressing a sloppy kiss to his lips. One of Spencer’s hands came to rest on my jaw, some of my own wetness dragged across my skin. His other hand made quick work of his tie and shrugged off his jacket.
I don’t think Spencer had ever gotten undressed so fast. His button-up shirt and pants were gone before I could even register that he was lining himself up to me.
His kisses trailed down my lips to my jaw and then to the side of my neck. My hands came to push at his shoulders. Spencer whined at being dragged away from the ability to kiss my skin, a pout forming over his lips.
“I have a wedding present for you, my love. Wait just a moment.”
Spencer shook his head, “A present? Baby, you’ve already given me the ability to hold my entire world in my arms, forever. What more could I ever ask for?”
I pressed a kiss to his cheek, my lips resting by his ear as I whispered the next few words. There was no one else who could hear them, but I wanted to make sure they were his and only his to have. “What about being a dad?”
My husband’s eyes widened. “But - you’re on birth control?”
I shook my head at him, a smile swept over his face. “I stopped after you said you weren’t going to have me again until our wedding night. I wanted to surprise you.”
He nodded at me quickly, already realigning himself and pushing his hips as he muttered, “Let’s make a baby.” One of my husband’s hands came to rest on my stomach while the other grabbed the back of my thigh, pushing it up so that he could bury himself deeper into me.
He moved his face to try and kiss me, but our lips only hastily connected before the pace he set left me nothing but a moaning mess. I was so glad that he made me wait because the feeling of him inside of me again as my husband was perfect in ways I could never have imagined. Every cell in my body sang with joy as I came to my second orgasm of the night, Spencer’s adept fingers then bringing me into a third.
His hips came still against mine. Spencer’s forehead pressed to mine as a broken whine fell from his lips. Warmth flooded my tummy, and some of his cum dripped between my thighs. Spencer went to pull away but I grabbed him.
“Could we just stay like this..? I don’t know If I’m ready for it to end.”
“Of course. But, sweet boy, you are mine. Now and forever, it is never going to end. I may not be here every time you awaken or every time you sleep, but I meant what I said in my vows,” his hand brushed some of my hair from sticking to my face, “Till death do us part, and I don’t even think I will leave you then. I would break every law of the universe to stay with you.”
I smiled sweetly at him and pressed a kiss to his nose.
It should have been obvious to me. He would always stay here with me, even just in spirit. After all, I was his husband.
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Summary: Spencer didn’t visit your store for weeks because of the caseload. When he comes into the bookstore this time, he leaves with more than just books.
The little bell at the door of your bookstore chimes, indicating a new costumer. Putting away new books, you cheerfully say without looking at the door: “Welcome, let me now if you need anything.”
At the clearing of a throat you look towards the door and your eyes fall on Spencer. Your eyes widen, mouth falling open, clearly speechless. You hadn’t seen the genius for weeks. He usually came in every time he’d finished a case.
Shaking yourself free from the shock, you walk closer to him. “Hi, Spence. It’s been a while. I was starting to think you’d found a new bookstore.” You shoot him a teasing smile.
“I could never,” he chuckles, “I’ve had a lot of cases following up on one another.”
You grimaced understandingly. “That must’ve been a lot to deal with.”
He nods and you see his body take in your whole body. You were wearing a light summer dress with some white sneakers and your hair loosely fell over your shoulders.
“I’ve kept some books aside that I think you might like. They’re behind the counter, at the usual place. Do you want some coffee while you browse through them?”
“Yes, I would love some coffee,” he answers you.
You see his shoulders relax when he walks behind the counter and puts the books on the counter. You loved seeing him unwind in your bookstore. Usually, he’s browse through the rows of books and slowly his shoulders would relax and an easy smile would paint his lips. You always offered him a cup of coffee after ringing up his books and you’d talk. You’d talk about simple things or his most recent case or a terrible costumer.
“Here you go,” you whisper while setting his cup down in front of him.
“Thank you,” he answers while keeping his eyes on the tower of books he’d put on the counter.
“See anything you might take home with you,” you cheekily say while sipping your coffee. Your eyes take him in while he carefully assesses every book.
“I might,” he says while fiercely meeting your eyes like he was talking about more than just the books.
He clears his throat and redirects his focus back to his books. You feel your cheeks heat up at the implication that might’ve been hidden in his words.
You decide to distract yourself by putting the newly delivered books on the right shelve.
“I think I’ll take them all,” Spencer’s voice suddenly comes from beside you.
You jump a little and meet his eyes. They’re crinkled at the edge and amusement shines in them.
“Spence, you scared me.”
Spencer laughs aloud and it’s the most beautiful laugh you’ve ever heard. You’re mesmerised. Shaking your head as to clear the fog created by his laugh, you walk towards the register.
“You making up for lost time by buying everything?”
“Maybe or maybe all of your picks were what I was looking for,” he winked. He actually winked.
Spencer had never been this bold before.
“You’re getting cheeky, Dr. Reid,” you responded.
Blush danced over his cheeks.
“Do you want to go to dinner tonight?” he blurted out in one breath. The pink spreading even more.
You felt your own cheeks heat up. “I would love to, Spence,” you answer him.
Warnings: criminal minds level violence, mention of past teacher/student relationship
word count: ~1800
When you open your eyes, you are struck by how dark it is. After you moved to DC, it took a while for you to grow accustomed to not having complete darkness. Even in your apartment at night, light still filters in through the curtains.
“Our unsub could definitely be a woman. I mean, mad woman, the Man? Those are some pretty obvious clues.” Emily threw the idea out as soon as Reid was done listing titles.
Things continued on like that for the next few months. You and Spencer would go on dates whenever he wasn’t on a case. When he was away, you would call each other every night you could. To say you were happier than you’ve ever been would be an understatement.
