Spencer Reid x Reader One-Shots

Up All Night

Title: Up All Night

Word Count: About 1400

Summary: Spencer comforts the reader when she has a nightmare. (Smutty smut smut)

Rating: M (smut and a graphic nightmare)

Requested by: @fangirl0170

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"Good morning, sunshine!" A cold, gleefully malicious voice calls, waking you from sleep. Your breathing speeds up, but you don't open your eyes. Your fear keeps them shut.

     "I know you're awake, my little FBI agent!" He continues. You ignore him, focusing on slowing your breathing and relaxing your muscles.

     A sting in your face, accompanied by the sound of a slap, forces your eyes open. Your kidnapper's face is inches from your own, so close that you can smell his disgusting breath. His small brown eyes gleam malevolently as he stares down at you, a wicked smile on his face. Overcome with the instinct to flee, you tug at the ropes and zip ties that bind you to the wooden chair. His smile widens when he notices.

     "It's no use trying to escape. I've got you right where I want you. No one can hear you. No one can find you. No one will save you, ever, because I won't let them. You're mine. All mine." He says, and he pulls a knife from his pocket as he speaks. It may not have been large, but it was wickedly sharp.

     "No. No, you don't want to do this." You say.

     "Don't I?" Another grin. "I'm already going away for life. I might even get lethal injection. Why shouldn't I kill you? I'd be top of the food chain in prison. That's if I'm caught, anyway."

     "You think you won't be caught?" You ask, trying to distract him.

     "Oh, I don't know. I'm pretty good at what I do. I have you, don't I?" He says, moving his knife so it ghosts over your face. You lean back, trying in vain to get away from him. He chuckles, snaking a hand behind your head to hold it in place.

     "Look at those pretty lips. They're so pretty, you know, that I think I'd like to have them." He says, tracing the tip of his knife along the outline of your lips. "But you know what else is pretty about you? Your kindness. I watched you for a while, you know? And what I found is that you have-"

     His knife dipped lower.

     "-quite a beautiful..."

     His knife pressed lightly into the fabric over your left breast.

     "Heart." And he plunged his knife into your chest.

     You shriek, your eyes flying open as you sit bolt upright in bed. Your chest heaves with the effort of breathing normally, and you close your eyes. You nearly shriek again as a pair of arms come up and around you.

     "Are you okay?" Spencer Reid, your boyfriend, asks from behind you, pulling you back against his chest. "Do you want to talk about it?"

     You lean back against him, sighing. "It's the same dream again. I was kidnapped, only you guys didn't come in to save me when you did. He stabbed me." In reality, the team came to save you just in time, and you only had a slight cut on your lip to show for the scary experience.

    "It's okay..." He soothed, hugging you a little tighter and putting his face into your hair. Your frantic heartbeat begins to slow down.

     "I know it's okay. I'm here with you." You say, loving the feeling of being in your boyfriend's arms.