manilla file folder

Of only (spencer reid x female!reader) Smut.

AN: oooohhh hello friends. Its a smut of spencer. The dom we all want. Any way enjoy my sin i wrote on brake at work. Hehe.
Tagging: @bookofreid @dontshootmespence

“Fuck please….please….sir….god please” spencer watched you writhe as his fingers worked in and out of you, his free hand holding your throat, the sounds you made as you tried to hold in your release made his cock twitch, you were beautiful, sweaty and flushed strapped to the bed you both shared, his name falling off your busied lips, god he loved that sound, the sound of you begging
“Does kitten want to cum? How badly? How badly does she want to cum all over masters fingers?” He smirked at your gasps as his thumb circled your clit roughly. He loved seeing your chest rise and fall rapidly as your back arched, seeing you try so hard to not break his rules, though he knew you loved to once in a while, enjoying the marks his hand left on your beautiful bottom.
“Please…i…i can’t hold it any….sir….” Leaning down right close to your ear his breath sending a shiver through you
“Cum for me, cum on masters fingers, you were such a good girl, cum for me” standing straight again his hand returned to your throat as your back arched and you shook, legs spasming, toes curling, if you had your eyes open he was sure they were in the very back of your skull. He smirked as he worked you through it, his hand slowly easing off your throat, being replaced by his gentle kisses, his fingers coming to a slow stop his thumb being the last to stop fully.
Slipping his fingers out slowly he groaned at your juices glistening on his fingers, sticking them in his mouth he moaned that was a taste he would never get tired of, he loved your taste, it was addictive to him.

His eyes snapped open sitting straight up in his chair eyes darting around the group gathered at his desk
“Pretty boy i know that brain of yours is easy to get lost in but you have been staring blankly off at (y/n)’s desk for over ten minutes, what’s up?” Spencer shook his head, readjusting to his surroundings
“Sorry…sorry…no um…i didn’t sleep much….um reading….” Derek looked at him shaking his head
“Sure…and was your girl friend over there the cause of you not sleeping?” Spencer looked over at you, files on your desk completely ingrained on the paper work you were finishing. He could see the small faint color of his markings on your neck, cover up was magical but still not an instant eraser, though you both knew you loved them and if it wasn’t work you would have them on full display, showing you belonged to him. Clearing his throat spencer stood
“No, i was reading the complete works of Shakespeare​ again, no if you’ll excuse me, (y/n) has the file of the last case, i would like to finish the paper work today” with that he left morgan standing there watching him as he walked over to your desk. Knocking against it to get your attention.
“Hello Spence, whats up?” He smiled as you looked at him, big eyes and a beautiful smile.
“Um do you have the last case file, i just need some details so i can finish my paper work” you nodded digging through your stack handing the manilla file folder to him
“Thank you. Also when we get home, be ready for me to show you how distracting you’ve been for me today, if this wasn’t work master would have his kitten bent over her desk begging to cum…just like last night” with that he smirked at the flare on your cheeks eyes wide as you nodded looking down. Turning he saw the knowing smirk on morgans face as he walked away. If only he knew what really happens behind yours and his closed doors…if only.

Drabble Prompt #43

Author: criminalized-writing

Word count: 961

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Warning: Torture, abuse, drugs, and language

Summary: (Y/N) is kidnapped by an unsub.

A/N: Written using Drabble Prompt #43. The prompt was “She’s been missing since Friday and you’re not worried?!”

     (Y/N). She was all Reid could think about. To say he was worried about her would be an understatement. He was terrified for her safety and well-being. He should have been there to protect her. He should have been right next to her, but he wasn’t and he hated himself for it. He  told her to be extra cautious on this case. The unsub’s victims looked strikingly similar to (Y/N). Same (e/c) eyes, same (h/c) hair. Like (Y/N) had said, it was like she was looking in a mirror. Reid knew what this man did to his victims, and time was running out.

     Reid hadn’t slept since (Y/N)’s abduction. He spent the nights following with files and photos scattered over his bed at the hotel, attempting to discover something, anything, that would bring (Y/N) home. The unsub kept his victims for seven says. (Y/N) had already been missing for four.

       The young genius entered the police station in a haste. He wouldn’t stop until they found (Y/N). The team was already gathered. They looked like they had at least gotten some sleep. Reid, however, did not.

     “How ya holdin’ up genius?” Morgan asked, face stuffed in a manilla file folder. Reid grunted in response and stared at the map. (Y/N) was out there somewhere, and he was going to find her.

     (Y/N) slowly opened her eyes, letting them adjust to the brightness of the room. The entire room was white, seeming as though it stretched for miles. Dried blood clung to her skin. Her hands were bound behind her back with rope, as they had been the past few days. Her legs were weak. Each time she stood up, her knees would buckle and she would fall to the floor. There were cuts and gashes along her skin, which were most likely infected by now from lack of medical care.

     The door opened and closed swiftly. A white male in his late 20s walked toward her, wielding a leather belt. He lightly slapped it in his other hand, taunting her. He struck her with it, hard. Her skin writhed in in pain as she cried out in pain, the sound of leather hitting flesh rippled through the room. He kept striking her until she was screaming, begging for him to stop.

     “Please!” She pleaded desperately. “I’ll do whatever you want! Just stop.” He leaned down to her level, taking her face in his hands.

     “Listen here you little whore,” he spat. His voice sent shivers down her spine. It was harsh and cold. Terrifying. “All you’re going to do, is sit here and take it.” He slapped her cheek, leaving behind a red handprint. He puller a glass vial and needle from his pocket. She didn’t realize what was happening until she felt a small prick in her forearmsl. He smirked down at her and turned to walk out.

     “Why are you doing this?” (Y/N) struggled to keep her voice from faltering. His facial expression turned to one of rage. He yelled at her incoherently through gritted teeth and kicked her repeatedly in the abdomen.

     “I suggest you shut your big fuckin’ mouth.” He walked out of the room, slamming the door in a fit of rage behind him. She could hear the tumblers turning as he locked it. (Y/N) screamed. Her limbs felt heavy. She screamed for help. She knew the team would find her before it was too late.

     “She’s been missing since Friday and you’re not worried?!” Reid threw his hands up in frustration with the team. This was getting ridiculous.

     “Reid, (Y/N)’s strong. She’ll get through this just fine.” Hitch reassured.

     “How can you possibly know that?!”

     “We dont, kid. We’re aware of the fact that it’s been four days, but we just gotta be hopeful.” Morgan explained, but Reid couldn’t bare to listen.

     “It’s all my fault this happened. We never should have split up.”

     “Spence, you can’t blame yourself for what happened.” JJ placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

     “I can’t not blame myself.”

     “Blaming yourself is only gonna make you feel worse and that’s not gonna help us find her.” The phone rang.

     “Go ahead Garcia.” Hitch instructed.

     “I found something.”

     (Y/N)’s soft cries for help went unheard. She was beginning to lose hope of being found alive. She couldn’t imagine the team finding her body. None of them deserved that. Somewhere, she heard a loud crash and the familiar shout of ‘FBI.’

     “Help! Please!” (Y/N) yelled at the top of her lungs, her breathing becoming erratic. “I’m in here!” She tugged at the bindings around her wrists to free herself. It burned as they rubbed against the already raw flesh. She sat up and screamed louder until she could hear talking from behind the door. Said barrier was broken down moments later. Members of SWAT filed in, quickly followed by JJ and Reid. Reid was the first one to drop his weapon and be at (Y/N)’s side. He unbound her confined wrists, tossing the restraints aside and gathered her in his arms. (Y/N) clung to the material of his bullet-proof vest, her nails digging into the padding.

     “I thought I’d never see you again.” Reid confessed into her hair, voice wavering slightly.

     “I missed you.” Tears flowed down her cheeks as her body shook. She tried to be strong, to not let her walls come crumbling to the ground, to hide her emotions. She could hear the recalcitrant yelling of her abuser coming down the hall. Morgan led him down the corridor through his kicking and screaming.

     “He can’t hurt you anymore.” Reid reassured.

     “I know.” She responded. “I know.”

Terrible Things (Part 2)

Imagine Dean trying to impress you by taking you out on a case, while trying to maintain his cover by pretending to be a private investigator.

Author: hogwartsismyhometoo

Requested By: 13sjacobs

Word Count: 4,195

Read Part One


I didn’t know what one normally wore on a PI case/date/outing with total stranger, but I figured I should wear something nice. At least something that wasn’t stained with tomato soup.

After some primping and much scowling in the mirror, I took a few seconds to take deep breaths and relax. It was going to be fine. I was going to be fine, he was going to be fine, everything was going to be fine.

I had just enough time to panic about the fact that I was going on a maybe date with a man I’d barely met along with his tall and strong-looking brother on a possible murder case. No big deal. But as I was starting to hyperventilate, I heard the rumble of an old engine crescendo up my street.

I dashed over to the full-length mirror and my bedroom and took one last glance at my reflection. The dress I’d chosen—a cute but casual purple summer dress with a floral print and matching cardigan—was smoothed out, the black leggings I wore with it had no holes in them, and my makeup hadn’t smudged anywhere. I pulled on a pair of flats, grabbed my purse, and flung the front door open.

I let out a little, “Oh!” of surprise as almost collided with Dean, his fist poised in a knocking position. He blinked at me, the only part of him that moved. He didn’t seem to know what to do or say now that I’d opened the door.

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