Jail changed Spencer Reid.
At first, it was just little things here and there. But then it got worse and worse until he was out of control.
Now, he's doing the things he spent his whole life stopping. And then he meets her. Will she be the one to...
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a/n: I seriously suggest you listen to the song. It sets the scene for this chapter AS WELL AS THE NEXT.
a/n 2.0: please understand that spencer is a killer... and he doesnt give a single fuck about anything (for now). So his actions are going to reflect that for like five or six more chapters. Maybe even one 👀. But i just want to REMIND everyone that this kind of behavior is *not* okay. Spencer's manipulation in this story runs *very* deep.
- SO I'll say it again: THIS BEHAVIOR IS NOT OKAY. My inbox is always open if anyone needs to talk.
(800.799.SAFE (7233) ) or (https://www.thehotline.org)
Content Warnings: adults with age gap (10 years), Spencer has a god complex, manipulation, Dom/sub dynamic, bratty!reader, kissing, heavy degradation, possession (like talks of ownership), use of the terms 'pup', 'pet', little one/girl, daddy kink (used as a taunt), exhibitionism, car sex, Han over mouth and nose action, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, lack of aftercare....(literal filth. like its basically porn without a plot and im not sorry... so let me know if I missed anything.)
I didn't mean to wake her up in a panic, but they'd gotten to close. The article said something about me being on the run, and my photo was everywhere. So, we needed to go. JJ's statement said they suspected we were in Texas. And while nothing was said about y/n, I wasn't taking any chances.
We drove in silence. Hours passing as I wracked my brain, trying to figure out a way for us to lay low. But I also needed to get rid of the blood lust that was going to swallow me. I also needed to train her. I suspected she didn't know how to shoot, and she needed to learn. If my team was closing in, she needed options for an escape.
I looked over at the woman next to me. I could read the hurt that still littered her body. Her arms wrapped around her legs with her head resting on her knees. She'd been like that since our fight. Not uttering a word to me unless she needed to. I refrained from touching her as we drove, letting her digest my words. My plan wasn't to kill her, but I wasn't opposed if she pushed me.
"I'm hungry, Spencer." Her voice pulled me out of my thoughts.
"What are you hungry for, pup?" She scoffed, rolling her eyes and shaking her head.
"You don't deserve to call me that. Not after what you said to me today."
Now it was my turn to roll my eyes and scoff. I said I was sorry, telling her I didn't mean it. If she would've just listened to me the first time, none of this would be happening. All's she had to do was comply. Just shut her mouth and follow me. She needed to learn to stop asking so many questions. Because they were all questions, I knew, she didn't want the answers to.
"Come on, baby. Don't be like that. I said I was sorry." And not to mention that she forgave me. Or at least said she did. "So cut the shit and tell me what you want to eat."
