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hello everyone! this is my first ever ever spencer reid x reader fanfiction, its a multichapter fanfic so hopefully you guys will stick around for more chapters. also a disclaimer, that english is not my first language so the grammars are all over the place and i’m terribly sorry for it but i promise i’ll keep learning. and i alternate between using you, her, and (y/n) so hopefully you guys won’t mind that but i am open to suggestion so please do message me! thank you enjoy!

WARNINGS : Dark themed, upcoming Dom!Spencer, Sub!Reader, No smut yet (soon), Detailed Mentions of murder and corpse?, upcoming dark kinks (but not all the time, so expect some vanilla stuff too), SSA!Reader, !more upcoming warnings soon!

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Coming back from a case has never felt so good to (y/n), although she’s only been apart of the team for couple of months, the cases are all tiresome and most definitely gruesome. Yet, her thoughts keeps on circling back to the conversation she had with one of her coworkers that certainly ignite something inside her tummy, the thought alone has her biting her lips raw and tender all the way home from the BAU.

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“lastly (Y/n), you and Reid visit the M.E, find out the the true cause of death, and investigate the mark left by the unsub. JJ and i will talk to the family.” Hotch explained as he flip through the case files, earning a nod from (Y/n), the newest addition to the team. She turned her head to give Spencer a shy smile, which he immediately smile and nod that caused blissful warmth across her cheeks as she sees him staring at her, (y/n) looked away and shake her head before going back to studying (pretending) the case file.

Four women were found dead in their houses, with definite signs of sexual assault, and undetermined cause of death. They were found naked with only a small satin silk sheet covering their thighs, which bears a deep mark, signature of the unsub. Their body posed with them lying on their side supported by the headboard, and their heads on top of their arms, whilst the other hand laid on top of their thighs delicately, and their legs crooked slightly.

That’s the only information that the team knows as you walk to the M.E office with Reid. You followed his steps as he led the way, lightly chatted with the examiner. “So have you found the official cause of death yet?” He asked as his eyes delicately scan over the mark that the unsub left on the victim’s right thigh, tilting his head trying to figure out the meaning behind it. “the official cod is asphyxiation, and the marks were done antemortem.. but we found something odd in their system, chemicals commonly used to make oil paints.”

“Picasso,”

“what?” Reid turned his head to you, as your fingers ghosted over the mark and dried blood on the skin “Picasso, that’s what he carved here, picasso’s signature— or trying to be one. look, he used a fairly sharp knife that’s why the cut is deep but this.. it looks messy- almost like he has no self control or he’s just not good at carving and possibly.... even painting” (Y/n)’s eyes found itself lost, trying to find a deeper meaning to the marks— her body jolted as he heard Spencer’s reply,

“So you’re saying that, he’s trying to be like picasso?” he says, tugging his bottom lip, glancing at his partner. “Yeah, he’s probably a failed artist.. trying to gain recognitions and has been rejected so many times, look at the way they were posed.. he was going to paint them before he killed them” Her eyes lit up as she stared at his, biting the inside of her cheeks. “That makes sense actually, according to Garcia, all of these women were working or have worked as models for art student, or just artists in general. i’ll tell hotch,” he smiles, as he took off his glove and dug his pants to grab his phone and call hotch.

(Y/n) found herself completely mesmerized by the deep purple marks the unsub left as well as some ligature marks that were probably caused by the use of restraints, her skin littered with goosebumps and she visibly shivers. Her thoughts keeps on wondering until she hears Spencer cleared his throat which makes her blush furiously and timidly walking out of the building to the car. As she’s about to open the car door, she felt a tug on her wrist.

“hey, are you okay?” Spencer asked, as he kept a strong grip on her wrist, head tilting like a cute yet intimidating puppy trying to figure her out “yeah, um i’m totally fine spence, do i not look like i’m fine?” (Y/n) tried to dodge the question as she let her eyes flutter shut briefly at the feeling of his body heat, so close against her.

He’s your coworker, five years your senior, and you just saw a poor woman’s dead body. Woke up sick psycho.

“Look at me.” His voice sent venom like electricity to her veins as she quickly and shamelessly obeyed, lips parted, breathing shallow “Are you scared or aroused?” He simply asked, his grip tightening around your wrist, one eyebrow lifted as if he’s demanding you to answer then and there. “p-pardon, what are you talking about?” you shuddered, letting out a high pitched voice that makes you want to punch yourself.

Your thoughts are spiraling as you open your eyes back, staring at the grip— specifically his hand and fingers before gulping “you’re flushed (y/n), your eyes are glassy, your voice is twenty different pitch almost like a shivering little kitten, when i touched you— your heartbeat accelerate, you bit your lips way too often that i can almost feel how tender they are and i can see your body shivered then, even right now. according to what i’ve read about body language, women who displays the body language that you’re displaying right now is either scared or aroused. So, let me ask you again.. are you scared or aroused?”

Your knees buckled as you try to make sense of what he’s saying, your eyes are burning holes to the ground as he move his grip so from your wrist to your chin and forcing you to look up to his magnificent eyes, piercing with strangely content and warmth but there’s this subtlety of lust that could be seen from his dilated pupils. as you were parting your lips to answer, his phone rang and he curses lowly under his breath before turning around to pick up the call,

“yes, hotch?”

You definitely have to thank Aaron for this. You thought.

Warnings : Dom!Spencer x Sub!Reader, BDSM Talk, Slight smut (thigh riding, denied orgasm), another build up heheh, lots of pet names, cute stuff too! its pretty tame just wait until you see the next chapter :)

I would also like to say that, some aspects of this story is not consistent with the actual series, i make some changes to fit the plot lines better. Full credit to the creators and directors of the series though.

MASTERLIST.

Hi everyone! Hope you’re all safe and warm. So this is the second chapter to this story, it’s only a filler chapter but expect some upcoming juicy stuff!

Disclaimer : English is not my first languange, so i deeply apologize if the grammatical is such a mess, i’m working on it! thank you for understanding.

WARNINGS : Dark themed, upcoming Dom!Spencer, Sub!Reader, No smut yet (soon), Detailed Mentions of murder and corpse?, upcoming dark kinks (but not all the time, so expect some vanilla stuff too), SSA!Reader, !more upcoming warnings soon!

READ FIRST CHAPTER HERE!

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CHAPTER 2

{The invisible leash i have on you is the imprint of me- the only one who can fulfill your every needs.}

It’s been a few days since the incident that left you breathless and flustered like no other. Things has been quiet, you thought— almost too quiet. It’s frustrating really, Spencer acted as if the words never spilled out of his sinful looking cherry lips. He has managed to kept his calm until now, sitting on his desk sipping his over-sugared coffee and reading a book, Bradbury’s if you guessed from the the cover, yet here you are obviously still distracted from the whole ordeal that you didn’t even hear Penelope calling your name as her hand waved,

“(Y/n)! Hello? Is anyone there?” She pinched your cheeks that snapped you out of your thoughts, you muttered a loud “garcia!” that has her grinning before scolding you “I hate to break you out of your seemingly wonderful daydream, but i need those paperworks you were supposed to finished on... an hour ago” She glanced towards the stack of files on your desk that you obviously haven’t filled. “Alright here’s whats going to happen, Hotch is having a bad night- from my observation so i’m going to get someone to help you fill all these out,” Penelope said with a huff, you’re about to thank her before your eyes widen realizing that the only person who’s clearly done with his paperwork is...

Spencer—,

“Reid!”

Garcia clapped her hands his way, meanwhile you snapped your eyes shut, nervously biting your lip- he’s right on your peripheral vision. You busied yourself with moving your fingers as fast as you can, filling in your paperworks as garcia ask the one person you’ve been trying to stay away from for a week.

“Would you mind helping (Y/n) with her paperworks? she’s backed up because she was probably daydreaming about a prince charm-“

“Penelope Garcia!” you whined at the cheery technical analyst as she laughed and once again pinched your cheeks “Alright, alright she’s going to strangle my cute neck so i’ll leave you both to it, try not to kill each other!” with a hysterical laughter, garcie sprinted back to her lair, whilst you squirm on your seat- awkwardness surrounds you and Spencer as he grabbed some of the files stacked up on your desk and pulled the nearby chair so he can help you to fill out the paperworks.

The only thing in the air was his calm breathing and the sound of loud background noise. And you can’t help but noticed the way his fingers gripped the files or the way he does that thing with his tongue whenever he’s focused on doing something. You gulped, as you tried to focus on your papers— you didn’t even realized you’re displaying nervous ticks before Spencer called you out on why your heels keep clicking against the desk and the way your fingers moving in a rush yet your handwriting seemed off, he said.

Damn him for being such a good profiler.

He placed his pen down, eyes staring sharply at you, wetting his lips before opening his cherry lips. “Do i make you nervous?” His voice rang through your ears like sweet venomous adrenaline thats coursing through your veins, his eyebrows twitched, head tilted to his side. There’s a slight irritation displayed on his face but that’s not all, you’ve been a profiler long enough to know that his eyes glimmered with anticipation, that the tone in his voice is almost condescending in some ways like he’s taunting you, that the tilt of his head suggests adoration, and that twitch on his lips suggests sign of boiling excitement.

As you were about to open your mouth to reply with the snarkiest remark your brain could mustered, Rossi announced that he’s inviting the team for an authentic Italian dinner (once again) at his house in an hour and that everyone must come. Spencer still held his gaze at you, suggesting that he awaits for your answer.

“I- um, thank you for helping Dr. Reid, i can finish the rest. only two more won’t do me any problem, you should go and head over to Rossi’s,” your cheeks flushed as the words spilled out of your mouth way too quickly. God where’s the inner FBI-Agent (Y/n) when she herself needs it.

“You’re not going?” Just then, his lips twitched down, suggesting that a tiny frown is forming. You let out a chuckle and shake your head “Oh no, um i already had dinner plans..” his eyes widen at the realization before he stood up, your felt your heart dropped out of your stomach- quickly realizing your mistake “wait! what i meant is a dinner with my friend, she’s a friend from college, and she’s visiting town to uh this book convention tomorrow, she asked me for a dinner last week so i obviously agreed, not that it matters to you but i just god i’m sorry! i didn’t mean to ramble—“

“Hey, slow down Y/n. I understand,” Spencer cuts your rambling off with an amused laugh, that made your heart swell, the embarrassment seemed to erase itself “yeah okay, but um have fun i guess?” as you heard him saying thank you and see you, you darted your gaze back down to the papers, before you can take a deep breath, you heard his voice one more time that has you squirming the whole night,

“Oh, and Y/n?”

“Yes, Spence?”

“You can text me your answer, and this isn’t a request.”

You’re utterly fucked, you thought.

TBC!

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