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porn star dancing - s.r.

spencer reid x fem bau reader

she wraps those hands around that pole, and she licks those lips and off we go…

warnings: 18+ ONLY MDNI!! slight violence, mentions of a made up bau case, jealousy, dom!spencer, sub!reader, pole dancing, lap dance, grinding, kissing

based on porn star dancing by my darkest days

part two.

divider credit: @firefly-graphics

It has been an absolute whirlwind the last 4 months.

This was the first case having Spencer back in his full capacity. Emily had him stay behind with Penn for the first few cases once he was approved to return to the BAU, just to give him time to adjust before putting him out in the field again. He's changed since going to prison, but you couldn't blame him. You had no idea what he'd gone through on the inside, as there had been clear orders from higher up that while his investigation was going on the team couldn't visit him. You wrote him a letter every week he was locked up, to which they all remained unanswered. You couldn't be sure they were even reaching him, but they were never sent back as undelivered so you could only assume they reached him.

However you knew whatever occurred couldn't have been good, watching as a darkness had taken over your previously sweet and goofy best friend. Spencer seemed more withdrawn, more... angry. Despite all of that, your feelings for him have only seemed to triple since he's returned. But he's done a complete 180, he's quicker to lash out at anyone— especially you. You couldn't understand why he was so angry with you. He refused to talk to you more than absolutely necessary, which didn't help your already confused feelings. You had tried multiple times to get him to open up, which usually ended with him snapping at you to drop it and leaving the room.

You had been madly in love with the man for years, something he never picked up on. Despite how good of a profiler he was, as Emily so eloquently put it— his IQ of 187 was slashed to 60 when a pretty girl so much as looked at him. You had planned on telling him how you felt before he was locked up, but the universe was not on your side. The timing was never right, or your worries he didn't feel the same kept you from expressing how much you loved him. Spencer was your best friend, had been since you joined the team right after Gideon left. As much as you knew he should know about your feelings, you didn't want to ruin that special bond you had. But since he's returned it's like you don't exist to him. It hurt, and you knew from overhearing his conversations with Emily or Penn that he went through hell while locked up. So you decided to try and give him time and space, but it was becoming increasingly difficult for you. Patience was never one of your strong suits. You just wanted to hold him, comfort him— take away all that darkness the clouded his once bright eyes.

The current case has brought the team to Jefferson, Texas where a man was killing strippers and leaving their tortured corpses at local lovers lane. It was pretty brutal, and for Spencer's first case back in the field you had hoped he could handle it. As much as you wanted to give him the space he deserved, you were only human. So you had tried to make conversation with him on the jet, and again at the precinct but he kept blowing you off. You still couldn't wrap your head around why he suddenly hated you so much. But you tried to look past it and focus on the case at hand. Your feelings would have to wait, especially when people's lives were at stake.

There were 4 victims, and so far the only thing connecting them was their appearance and occupation at the few strip clubs in town. Besides the profile we had built, we didn't have many suspects to go off. He was a white male, late 20's-30's that frequented the local strip clubs. That made up for about half the town. He most likely had a previous criminal record, starting as a peeping tom before escalating to more heinous crimes. Due to his extensive torture of his victims, it was clear that the victims were surrogates for someone in the unsub's life. Your guess was his mother was a stripper, as he specifically sought out that occupation in his victims. The rage he showed these women was horrifying, and the way he dumped their bodies told the team he wanted to humiliate them. Being found naked and posed provocatively in a lover's lane was clearly a message. But the amount of dead ends and lack of sleep has made the entire team exhausted. Arriving back at the station the next morning, Prentiss seemed to have a new sense of purpose as she gathered everyone in the small conference room at the station where we had set up for the time being.

You were seated next to Spencer, a little surprised that the male didn't immediately get up and move once you took the empty seat next to him. Maybe that was progress? It was the closest you've been able to get to him in weeks, as he actively avoided you. But you tried not to put too much thought into it, as you didn't want to be let down once again. Turning your focus back to your unit chief, blowing on the cup of hot coffee in your hands. Prentiss looked somewhat hopeful as she addressed everyone, curious as to if she'd found a lead over the previous night.

"So, I know we've been at a dead end the past couple of days. But after thinking things through last night... I have an idea."

Prentiss crosses her arms over her chest, leaning against one of the desks.

"After discussing it in length last night with Rossi, we think we should send in some agents to go undercover at the club."

No one said anything, but you couldn't help but think it was a good idea. That is until the next words left Prentiss' mouth.

"y/l/n, we're sending you in."

You nearly spit out the coffee that you had just sipped, your eyes widening in shock.

"You mean... as a stripper?"

Prentiss nodded, to which a wolf whistle sounded in the room. You quickly shot a glare Alvez's way, to which he just wiggled his eyebrows in response. You felt Spencer tense up beside you, but you couldn't look at him. Why would he care anyway?

"W-Why me? I mean I'm not..."

Your words trail off, not wanting to finish that sentence. You? Sexy? That's not a word you would've used to describe yourself. As you had never felt very confident about your body, so it is quite the shock that you would be chosen for something like this. Strippers required some ounce of confidence to do that job...

"You fit his type... appearance and age wise. You're really the only one we could send it for this."

Emily explained, which did make sense. You were the youngest on the team, and unfortunately did fit the physical description of what the unsub seemed to like. Minus the occupation of course. While you had gone undercover before, it was never as this central of a role. It made you nervous, not wanting to let the team or anyone else down.

"This is unethical, how can we even be sure the unsub will fall for it? She’s never gone undercover like that before Prentiss.”

Spencer's voice was harsh, causing you to wince slightly. His words hurt, now knowing just how little he thought of you. How he expected that you couldn't be convincing enough to get the unsub under your thumb. You don't understand how or why prison turned him so cruel, made him despise you but that was no reason for him to treat you so terribly. You decided right then you'd prove to him just how capable you really are, how you will make Spencer Reid regret those words.

"No - I can do it."

Your tone is firm as you throw a glare his way, Prentiss beaming at you. Spencer's eyes were dark as he glared back, his jaw tense. He could be angry all he wanted, it wasn't his decision to make.

"Perfect, it's settled. Reid and Alvez we'll have you go into the club as well. Just to pose as customers. The rest of us will be posted outside the club. y/l/n, let's get you over to there to brief you for the night."

You quickly get up and follow Prentiss, leaving the conference room. Alvez whooped again as you both left the room, smacking his hand in a high five on the way out.

"Alright, give us a show y/l/n!"

You couldn't help the smirk from formed on your lips as you followed Prentiss out of the station.  A plan beginning to form in your head, oh you'd give them a show alright.

You'd spent the remainder of the day at the club, meeting with a few of the other dancers there to get an idea of what the hell you were going to be doing. Despite the brave face you put on in front of the team, you were terrified. But if it meant getting one bad guy off the streets you'd happily shake your ass on stage. It honestly was a bit funny trying to watch you spin on the pole at first, thankful that only Emily saw you make a complete fool of yourself. But you eventually got the hang of it, it wasn't perfect but all you needed was enough to catch the unsub's attention and keep it.

However knowing Spencer would be there, just adds a whole other thrill to this experience. Even though he clearly didn't want anything to do with you, that didn't stop you from wanting to put on a show for him. Not only to prove to him just how capable you were of going undercover and catching this asshole. But to make him see exactly what he was missing out on, what he had been all these years. You ended up letting Luke in on your plan, who happily agreed to help in any way you needed. Once Reid had gone away you'd become extremely close friends, nothing more though. He had his eye on a certain tech goddess. Luke and Penn were really the only ones who got you through those terrible 3 months.

While you hadn't spoken to her since the decision was made, Penelope seemed to know your thoughts the moment Emily filled her in on the undercover detail. She was the first person you had ever told about your feelings for Spencer, which she thankfully kept to herself. But knowing Penn, she had to be involved in the choice of your outfit. A black lacy number with some deep violet pumps. They got you a lavender silk cover up to wear in the meantime, so at least you could try and feel more comfortable until the time came. You didn't exactly love the idea of all your coworkers seeing that much of your body, but it was for the greater good.

The women you had been working with all day were so kind, extremely willing to take you under their wing. Especially knowing you could help catch the bastard that had been hunting down their friends. They gave you as much advice as they could, even showing you how to give a proper lap dance. While you'd had plenty of sexual encounters before, that was something you'd never done. The closer it got to 11 PM, the more nervous you felt. Staring at yourself in the vanity mirror you almost couldn't believe the transformation you'd gone through in just a few hours. You looked... hot. Your hair was done in curls that cascaded down your back, simple winged liner and red lipstick with fluttery lashes.

It was more than you usually did for yourself, but you liked it. Not to mention the 'outfit' (if you could even call it that) hugged and accentuated all your curves. The girls even let you pick out the song you were dancing to. Porn Star Dancing... it definitely fit the situation. The girls were chatting excitedly to each other, nerves twisting in your stomach the later it got. Adjusting your hair to cover the ear piece, thankful that you would still able to be hear what was going on with the team. Hearing Spencer and Luke in your ear not long later, letting Emily know they were in positions and ready. There was a shot glass sitting in front of you, haven already taken one shot in an attempt to calm your nerves. You took one more with a grimace, the vodka sliding down your throat with a slight burn.

"You ready y/l/n?"

Prentiss asked over the headset, noticing as the other girls had slowly filed out onto the stage leaving you alone in the dressing room.

"As ready as I'll ever be."

You replied, standing up and slipping the silk robe off of you. Double checking yourself in the mirror, before unwrapping a lollipop and slipping it in your mouth. The girls had suggested it, sucking on candy, seemed to drive customers wild. You could use all the extra help you could get. Leaving the dressing room behind you made it to the curtains, taking a peek out to gage your surroundings. You could see Luke from the limited view, sitting up near the bar. The one you desperately craved to see wasn't in your line of sight, not yet anyway. Hearing the intro music for the song play you step out onto the stage. Walking in time with the beat, the other girls having taken the sides of the stage. Which put you front and center. You can do this. Taking a deep breath, wrapping your hands around the cool metal of the pole.

Kelly won't kiss my friend Kassandra.

Jessica won't play ball.

Mandy won't share her friend Miranda,

Doesn't anybody live at all?

You could feel the hungry gazes on you already, attempting to calm your nerves. The familiar lyrics of the song continued as you slowly twisted yourself around the pole. Your eyes scanning the audience of men, until they landed on him. He was sitting in the front row, dressed in a flannel shirt, white tank and jeans, much different then the Spencer you were used to. But he was playing a part too, a hick in a strip club. His eyes were unreadable in the darkness, but his body language told you he was tense. Feeling adrenaline shoot through you as his gaze followed your every move, feeling your confidence beginning to increase.

Amanda won't leave me empty-handed,

Got her number from a bathroom stall.

Brandy just got way too much baggage,

And that shit just gets old...

You could see the bills flying at the stage already, greedily grabbing some from a man with a beer belly who was closest to you. Stuffing them in your bra before continuing to spin around the pole as the music got to its chorus.

But I got a girl who can put on a show...

The dollar decides how far you can go with her...

You're utilizing all the moves the girls had taught you earlier, sliding your back down the pole until you reached the ground. Now on your hands and knees, crawling across the stage. Tossing your hair back, arching your back in the process. The men were flocking to the stage with bills clutched in their fists. You're quick to finish sucking on the lollipop before discarding it in one of the hungry men's mouth with a wink. You gladly let one of the other dancers take over as you rose to your feet once more, sliding some more money into the waistband of your panties.

She wraps those hands around that pole,

She licks those lips and off we go.

And she takes it off nice and slow,

'Cause that's porn star dancing...

You had a few goals here, the main one being getting the unsub's attention. The other was making Spencer Reid regret his recent actions over the past month. If his shitty behavior continued after tonight, you were done. As much as the thought of him no longer in your life hurt, you knew it wasn’t fair to yourself to keep pursuing something that had no end in sight. Using the multiple poles on the stage to your advantage, working your way to the stairs leading down from the stage. Another dancer following behind you, quickly finding the lap of a male in the front row. Prentiss told you to mingle with the guests, give a lap dance if you were comfortable doing so. However, there was only one lap you had intended to sit on tonight.

She don't play nice, she makes me beg.

And she drops that dress around her legs.

And I'm sitting right by the stage,

For this porn star dancing...

Many men had come up to you while you made your way over to him. One landing a slap on your ass in the process, sliding you a twenty dollar bill afterwards. While the unwelcome touches and all these eyes on you made you uncomfortable, his heated gaze was all you could focus on about in this moment. By the time you had finally reached him, you could tell he was done for. Spencer’s hazel eyes were full blown onyx, greedily drinking in the sight of you. Swinging your leg over him, climbing easily onto his lap. Your red lips went to his ear, teeth gently grazing along the lobe.

"Play along Dr. Reid."

Your freshly manicured nails dragged down his chest, hips grinding onto him almost too easily. His large hands found you hips, holding them still.

"What do you think you're doing?"

His tone was stern, and yet you couldn't help the giggle that escaped your lips. Quickly removing one of the hands from your hips to suck on his middle finger instead. Feeling the bulge growing beneath you from your actions, which is exactly the reaction you had hoped for.

"Giving a paying customer a lap dance..."

You reply once you had removed his finger from your mouth. Giving him another sultry look before switching around so your back was to him. His hands immediately started roaming your figure, as you continued to grind yourself against him as the song continued to play. Leaning your head back against his shoulder, feeling his breath tickling the skin of your cheek. Grabbing his roaming hands and bringing them to rest on your thighs. Spencer’s large hands felt hot against your skin, nearly moaning as they traveled up higher. Feeling how hard he was beneath you made feel more confident, knowing you had to stop this before it went too far.

As much as you didn’t want to, you stood back up between his legs, turning to face him once more. Your fingers aggressively grab the curls at the nape of his neck, tilting his face up to meet your gaze. The hungry look simmering in his eyes made you nearly clench your thighs together. But you stopped yourself, despite the growing heat between your thighs. Spencer doesn't have the control here... you do. Your lips are once again drawn to his ear, pressing a kiss on the way there, leaving a lipstick stain behind. You could feel his pulse racing under your lips, pride filling your chest knowing that you had this much of an effect on him.

"Now be a good boy and pay me for that dance."

He wordlessly pulls out a $50 dollar bill, much to your surprise. He's quick to slide it right between your breasts, his fingers lingering there a little longer than necessary. His touch made you shiver, but you didn’t let your confidence waver, he didn’t have the upper hand here. Spencer’s jaw was clenched, the bulge straining against his jeans. Another giggle slipping past your lips at how worked up you had gotten him. Only to leave him hanging. Good. He deserves to know how it feels to feel rejected and shoved aside. Blowing him a kiss you make your way back towards the stage, feeling his eyes following you the whole way. You resume dancing as the song changes, your eyes meeting Luke's as he gives you a small round of applause from his place at the bar. His eyes were wide, and he looked surprised but also very proud. Honestly you had surprised even yourself with your actions, not knowing you had it in you.

An almost unrecognizable confidence continues to fill you as you continue dancing, using the pole behind you to your advantage. You can tell Spencer is still watching you, without even having to look over at him. Feeling his gaze burning holes through your, the feeling exhilarating. But you were here to do your job, you try to remind yourself as you glance around the room in search of anyone suspicious. You hadn't noticed him right away, but besides Spencer he was the only one gazing at you with such a wicked look in their eyes. It gave you the chills, but not in the way you were feeling moments before. There was an underlying violence in his stare, in his whole stance. This had to be him, you could feel it in your gut. While your back is turned away from the crowd of males, you're quick to whisper into your mic.

"Man in the black jacket, AC/DC shirt, cowboy hat. Front row. He's right by you Reid."

As you turn back around you notice Luke moving from his position at the bar, getting closer to the stage as you hear voices in the headset asking to get a close up on him. You meet the man's eyes once more, a smile on your lips as he gets up towards the stage. He's coming right for you, playing directly into your hands. The male leans on the edge of the stage now, nearest to you. He beckons you over with his index finger, pulling out a wad of cash as you sink gracefully down to your knees, crawling over to him. Feeling his hot, stale breath on your face you try not make a face of disgust.

"What's your name sugar? You must be new."

His harsh eyes rake in your figure as you push your arms together, purposefully accentuating your breasts. Fluttering your lashes, pulling out all the physical stops to keep his attention focused on you. He had a thick southern accent, but it didn't sound the rest of the folks you'd heard since arriving here. From what you could gather he didn't seem like a local, but could easily blend in with the clientele that frequented this establishment. 

"Lola."

You reply quickly, the name inspired by one of your favorite childhood characters. Lola Bunny. Hearing Prentiss in your ear, encouraging you further. You could see Luke and Spencer behind him, subtly moving closer, both making sure to keep a close eye on the male in front of you. 

"That's a pretty name, how much for a private dance from ya?"

The question made your stomach drop immediately, knowing just what would happen if he got you alone. But the team wouldn't let it get that far, right? You hear Prentiss in your ear then, '$150 for a private dance. Just try to keep him talking.' He was attractive, you could admit that. That must have been why so many women were willing to be alone with him. But there was something off, your instincts warning you to stay far away.

"$150, do I get to know your name handsome?"

He chuckles, fingers reaching out to graze your arm. Goosebumps breaking out across your skin, but not in the way he thinks. You keep the flirty smile on your face, keeping your composure despite the way your stomach turned the more he looked at you. 

"It's Jarek. How long until I can get that dance Lola?"

The way he said your fake name made the bile rise in your throat, but you quickly swallow it down. Leaning in towards him, your lips right by his ear. Judging by how much Spencer liked it when you did this, you knew it had to get him riled.

"Private dances start at 12:30... meet you in room 3."

Grabbing the cowboy hat off his head, setting it on your own before returning to your feet and walking off the stage, heading back toward the dressing rooms. Breathing a sigh of relief as soon as you know the male can no longer see you. The nausea subsiding the moment you were out of view of his wicked gaze.  

"Good job y/l/n, we'll get that room ready. You gonna be okay to get a dance started?"

Once you were out of sight and in the dressing room, you're quick to remove the hat. Setting it on the vanity table and wrapping the silk robe around your frame.

"Yes. How long will I have to..."

You trailed off, taking your lower lip between your teeth. Waiting to hear Prentiss respond, nervously fiddling with the tie of the robe. 

"Hopefully not long. Garcia is working on that name, since it's not so common we're hoping to find something before it'll get too far. Alvez, Reid, one of you ask the bartender about that guy. See if he's a regular or a drifter."

You nearly collapse on the chaise lounge, your feet already sore from the heels. Taking them off immediately, rubbing your feet and removing the money from your undergarments. You hear the beads in the doorframe move, alerting you that you're no longer alone. Glancing up to find none other then Spencer, his chest heaving as if he's run a marathon. You look at him questioningly, removing your earpiece and mic for the time being.

"You're not supposed to be back here Reid..."

You trail off, your voice nearly a whisper as he stalks towards you. Getting up slowly, trying to put some distance between the two of you. Walking until your back is flush against the bathroom door that's connected to the dressing room. Spencer doesn't stop though, not until your chests are touching, his large hand leaning against the door next to your head. He had that same desire reflecting in his eyes, the kind that makes you nearly tremble beneath him. A predator having found and caught his prey. 

"That was quite a show angel..."

His voice is rough, almost angry as his other hand is now trailing down your side, fire licking your skin with each touch. It slips underneath the silk robe, grasping your thigh causing you to whimper slightly. Mentally cursed yourself for the slip up, seeing a small smirk tugging on his lips. 

"I w-was just doing my job Reid."

You tried to sound confident, but all that previous confidence disappeared the moment he started touching you. Both of you knowing who was in charge now. He chuckled humorously, his fingertips tracing the skin of your thigh before lifting it up to wrap around his hip.

"Teasing me... was that your job love?"

Biting you lip, attempting to look anywhere but his beautiful face. Spencer wouldn't allow it, his hand leaving your thigh to keep your gazes level with each other. His eyes were darker than you'd ever seen them, the dominance he was exuding making you completely compliant under his rough hands. 

"Look at me when I'm talking to you."

You could feel the wetness pooling in your panties, thanking the lord that they were dark enough to hide your arousal. At least for now. This wasn't the sweet, innocent Spencer that you had fallen in love with all those years ago. That version of him seemed long gone, and yet you couldn't find it in yourself to care when he was touching you like this. But you wanted to push him a little more though, desperate for more of a reaction. Keeping your gaze locked on his, just like he had wanted. 

"Well if you didn't enjoy yourself I could've given Alvez a dance instead...."

The moment the words left your mouth you knew you were done for. The brunette grabbing your hips, lifting you up as he crashed his lips onto yours. You wrap your legs around his waist, fingers tangling in his curls as you hold him closer. The kiss was angry, urgent and yet... loving at the same time. It was something you had waited years for, since you had started at the BAU. Letting yourself grind your hips into his, earning you a delicious groan as he broke your lips apart. One of his hands managed to slip between your bodies, grabbing at your clothed breast. You couldn't stop the whine that left you, his large hands feeling every inch of skin he could reach. His eyes stayed locked onto yours, the hunger in them turning you into putty in his hands.

"Fuck, you feel so good angel."

The curse word sounded so foreign coming from him, and yet it only encouraged you more. Lifting your hips again, desperately wanting to feel more of him. Spencer let out a groan, which turned from one of pleasure into one of annoyance. You could tell he didn't want to stop, giving you a look as if to say behave. Spencer gently sets you back on your feet before clicking his earpiece back on. Your lipstick was smeared across his lips from the urgency of the kiss, smirking at the sight. He looked utterly wrecked already, but you couldn't imagine that you looked much better. 

"I'm with her, she's safe. Does she really have to be alone with him? This doesn't seem like a good idea."

The concern in his tone made your heart flutter, hands tracing the little bit of skin exposed by the collar of his shirt. His expression was hard to read, watching you carefully as he spoke to Prentiss. As much as you didn't want to leave your little bubble, you both still had a job to do. The reality of that was starting to set in again. 

"Understood. I'll get her prepped."

He switched off his mic again, tilting your chin up to give you another kiss. This one was more gentle, a flicker of the soft Spencer you knew. He pulled away too soon for your liking, a small pout forming on your swollen lips.

"Come on love, you owe a sleaze ball a dance."

His tone was laced with jealousy, something you'd never expected from Spencer up until this moment. He stepped back from you, leaving just enough room for you to scoot past him. But not enough so your bodies brushed against each other again. You wanted nothing more than to let him ravage your against that bathroom door, but it wasn't the time or place for that. With a small sigh you sat back down at the vanity, glancing at yourself in the reflection. Your own lipstick was smeared across your lips, hair tousled. You quickly grab a makeup wipe, removing the lipstick and opting for a clear lip gloss instead. The male was leaning against the door that you were previously pressed against, those hazel pools never leaving you. Turning around in your seat, grabbing a fresh makeup wipe and motioning him towards you.

"Come here Spence, I gotta clean you up too."

He followed your instructions, kneeling himself in between your open legs. You were now face to face, his height no longer towering over you. Gently pressing the wipe to his mouth, cleaning up the evidence of your heated exchange moments before. His previously tense features relaxed, the most you've seen since he's returned. A small smile gracing your features, happy to have been the reason for his relaxed state. 

"We need to talk... once this is over."

He mumbled against the wipe, his hands resting on your thighs. Nodding in response, biting your lower lip as you finished cleaning him up. It was hard to think straight when he was touching you, but you needed to focus. You had to have a clear head going into this.

"What did Emily tell you?"

You threw the wipe into the trash bin, attempting to tame his curls that you had messed up moments before. His gaze had softened, the anger and urgency had subsided for the moment. The tender look he was giving you made your heart swell, desperately wishing you could stay here with him. 

"They need you to provoke him, Garcia found him. From his current record and history... we think he's our guy. Unfortunately besides your hunch, we don't have enough to arrest him right now. We need more."

While it was relieving to hear you were correct... the thought of being alone with this guy made the nausea come rushing back. Spencer must have seen the look of panic cross your features, as he's quick to pull your into his arms.

"You'll be safe, we'll be on the other side of that wall. The team has cameras set up, the room is bugged. I'll be there if anything happens okay?"

His lips are at your ear as you bury your face into his neck, breathing him in. He smelled like coffee, cinnamon and books... completely Spencer. His scent, his touch was comforting but it wasn't enough to stop your heart from racing at what you were about to do. Give a potential serial killer a lap dance... you'd have anyone beat in a game of 2 truths and a lie.

"He's waiting... Let's get this over with."

You reluctantly pull away from his embrace, pulling the heels back on with a sigh. Spencer helps you to your feet, choosing to leave the silk robe on. Gives you something to work with, or stall with. Spencer grabbing the cowboy hat and setting it back on your head, leading you down the hall that leads to the private rooms. There are two entrances, one for the customers and one for the dancers. Once you reach the door with the number 3 and you feel like you could pass out. Spencer's hand on the small of your back being the only thing keeping you grounded. He slips a bracelet on your wrist, clasping it gently. You glance at him questioningly, eyes searching his. He dips his head down to your ear, whispering despite the loud bass around you.

"It's an emergency button. Press the back and hold it if you need us to come in there. But we'll be listening and watching okay?"

Letting out a sigh, you nod as he presses a kiss to your temple and a smack on your ass before entering the room next to you. The tenderness and erotic nature of both actions have your head reeling as you open the door. The room was lit just like the rest, color changing lights illuminating the male sitting in the chair. His eyes were guarded, a dangerous glint in them as he undressed you with his gaze.

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When all your thoughts are running through your mind and all you want is the comfort of your dog- only to remember that he isn’t here anymore. I’m so mentally drained, exhausted and feeling like I can’t handle it anymore.

I’m having some of the most vivid memories of my traumas and I can’t stop crying about it. I feel so lost, I thought that I’d be able to handle my thoughts. I miss the old me before everything. My mind is just too much sometimes.

Into the Fire

TF141 x f!reader

Part 6

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TW: MDNI 18+, violence, injury description, blood, horror elements, character death, p in v, rough sex

AN: this is it, the last part of my mini epic and I am so happy you’ve all stuck with me with this. It’s great to see how many people enjoy my version of Gaz! And it’s been great to write for the rest of the characters as well. Now enjoy 🖤⚔️🛡️

Cold dread settles into the pit of your stomach at the guard’s words, and talk of boats appearing in the harbour as if by magic. Squires hurry in carrying weapons and armour, Price and Simon give orders and begin to direct the defensive forces. A hand grips your arm and you turn to see Laswell pulling you from your seat.

“Come on, let’s get you somewhere safe,” she says firmly, her expression grim. With a final glance at Kyle, who gives you and Laswell a brief nod, you let her escort you from the room. Already you can hear distant yelling echoing through the halls, screams of fear and pain, the clashing of steel on steel as the fight enters the castle.

“Keep with me,” Laswell says, trying to reassure you and distract you as you wind your way through the twisting halls.

You come to an abrupt halt as Laswell freezes, peering around her you see Valeria standing there, blood smeared on the short arming sword in her hand and on her clothes.

“I just killed one of the enemy,” she announces before either of you can question her. “Come, it’s safe this way,” she says, gesturing for you and Laswell to follow her.

“Where were you?” Laswell asks firmly, not moving and slowly edging you behind her. As you shift, you see her pulling a dagger from a belt sheath hidden at the small of her back. Frustration flicks quickly across Valeria’s features, darkening her eyes further as the Steward refuses to take the bait.

“Doesn’t matter, I’m here now,” she shrugs, and you notice the tightening of her grip on her sword. “Graves wants her, now give her to me.” She lunges forward, sword raised to stab into Laswell’s guts. Laswell reacts with incredible speed, hand lashing out and knocking the other woman’s wrist away as though she knew it was coming. She shoves you harshly to the side, bouncing you from the wall and sending you crashing to the ground with an undignified grunt. The two women grapple, Laswell slightly hindered by her skirts but still managing to overpower the smaller woman.

You clamber to you feet just as Valeria is struck with the pommel of Laswell’s dagger, knocking her out cold.

“Are you okay?” you ask, beginning to move towards her but something stops you dead in your tracks.

A wave of cold nausea makes you stagger, almost doubling over as it feels as though all the warmth in the air is sucked out by something. An unspeakable feeling of dread prickles your skin, and you want to curl up and hide, but something in your chest pushes back, a tiny spark of heat, that forces you to turn your head and look back down the corridor. It’s as though the torches shrink back, too afraid to burn as the dark figure steps around the corner.

“It’s Graves…” you hear Laswell whisper, the name too apt for the creature. He walks towards you, stepping over Valeria’s unconscious form and ignoring Laswell. Her eyes go wide as he ignores her, and she takes her chance to lunge with her blade at him as he moves past. A tendril of pure darkness and shadow slithers from beneath his cloak and cracks out like a whip, sending her reeling backwards into the wall with tremendous force, and she crumples to the ground. The tendrils grow in size and number, climbing the walls around him and spreading like twisted vines everywhere except where the torches burn on the walls.

“There you are darlin’, I’ve been looking for you,” he purrs, grinning to show those rows of inhumanly sharp teeth. His skin is the pallor of the undead, pulled tight over the bones beneath. You get the impression he was once handsome, but now he looks as he is, a shadow of a human. “You’ve got a little passenger in there, haven’t you?” He continues as he walks closer. “I can’t let you walk around with that.”

Simon’s words surface in your mind: run. You turn and sprint away from Graves, hearing his frustrated snarl as you do, and you try not to imagine the sight of him chasing behind you. In your terrified state you go the only way you know by heart from where you are, which is right towards the healer’s work rooms. If you’re lucky you can get there and bolt the door before he reaches you, that’s the only plan you have. Shouts and screams echo around you as you run, fighting guards and knights spilling through archways and doors.

Something screams in your head that the enemies are different, they move in a staggering walk, helmets covering their faces. One nearly knocks you over, tugging its axe from the skull of a downed guard and turns to you at the last moment. Its helmet has been lost and a rotted, eyeless face turns to you.

They’re dead already… an army of risen corpses at the command of The Shadow, Graves. You rush past the inhuman warrior, your speed redoubled in a bid to get away from that as well as the creature chasing you.

You make it to the healer’s rooms and throw open the door desperately before plunging inside. Graves is close behind you, his dead eyes meeting yours as you push the heavy door closed, but his shadows pin the door open as he approaches. Although it's futile you push against the door but there is no hope to close it.

You smash into the table, thrown back by the force of Graves ramming into the door, and you slide across the surface taking everything on the surface with you. Glassware shatters beneath you, cutting into your hands and knees as you land painfully. The brazier tumbles in a shower of sparks and burning coals, rolling across the flagstone floor, coming to rest against your skin. You blink, looking down at the still burning black lump, and then at a smash bottle of alcohol that still holds some of the volatile liquid.

“C’mon darlin’, let’s get this over with,” you hear Graves taunting you as he moves around the table.

You lift the coal in your hand, the skin hot but not burning, refusing to blister and blacken as it should. The liquid in your mouth irritates your nose, eyes watering and streaming from the burn of neat alcohol.

“What the..?” No…!” he shouts, thrusting a wall of darkness between you as you blow as hard as your lungs will let you. The spray ignites on the coal in your hand and a spray of fire blossoms from your lips, shredding the shadows and coating Graves. You keep blowing until your mouth and lungs are empty, but something shifts and lets go, leaving you in that same conflagration and ensnares the lich.

He screams and howls, twisting and writhing as the living flames devour him. A storm of fire fills the room, your clothes and hair whipping in a frenzy around you as you stand up, but only the undead creature burns. Slowly, in a daze, you step backwards, moving away from the lich as he curls in on himself, smoking and bubbling tendrils of shadow falling limp and twitching to the ground as they burn, and you edge towards the door. Wrenching your eyes from the horror you turn to the door and find Kyle, bloodied and stained, staring at you in disbelief.

“You still alive?” Kyle asks, eyebrows raised in concern. He holds out his hand, and you step through the flames on trembling legs until you grasp it, letting him pull you out of the fire yet again. He smells of coppery blood and sweat as you bury your face against his chest, ignoring the hardness of his chainmail against your skin, and focusing on the tightness of his arms around you as he pulls you tight against him.

The flames die down, leaving a congealed black mess on the floor by the hearth, but everything else is unburnt. As you glance over you swear you see something shining flutter away and up the flue.

“Come with me, let’s get you out of here,” he mutters into your hair and leads you away towards the main courtyard.

The main doors of the keep stand open, wounded and dying guards lie where they fell, and the crumpled corpses of Grave’s risen army are scattered between them. It seems Shepherd put his trust in the lich’s dead army and brought few living combatants with him, and now the Baron kneels on the ground before Price, blood leaking from a blow to his ribs. You see the other Simon and MacTavish behind him, coated in blood and gore, Farah and Alex nearby just as stained and bruised from battle.

As you near them, you hear Price and Shepherd speaking, the tip of Price’s sword pressed against the bald man’s throat.

“I am not going to beg for my life, not from you or anybody else,” the Baron wheezes, hand clutching at the gushing wound in his side, leaking through his fingers and onto the floor.

“Wouldn't do you any good,” Price replies. His eyes narrow slightly and he pushes his full weight behind the hilt of his weapon, sliding it into Shepherd’s neck with a crunching of cartilage. There’s a wet, strangled sound and you turn away until you hear the heavy thud of the man falling to the ground dead.

“It’s not over,” Price grunts. “Where’s Graves?”

“Dead, well, completely dead,” Kyle answers. “She disintegrated him.”

Farah catches your eye and nods at you, a small satisfied smile on her face.

“Then we owe you our thanks, healer,” Price says, wiping his blade on Shepherd’s cloak before sheathing it as his hip. aswell emerges from the keep looking pale and dazed, helped by Alejandro. Beside them, Rudy drags a bound Valeria, spitting curses and threats, her head still bleeding.

“I’m sorry, it was Valeria who opened the gates,” Alejandro snarls, ignoring the woman’s poisoned words. “She’s yours to do with as you see fit.”

“She goes to the cells, I’ll deal with her later,” Price sighs, shaking his head and he glares at Valeria. She struggles against Rudy’s grip, but you suspect it is for a show of defiance rather than any real intention to try and escape. If she broke free now, anyone in the immediate vicinity would gladly slice her in two.

The clean up is exhausting, so many dead, so many wounded. The rotting corpses left by Graves and Shepherd are carted away and burned, their ashes scattered into the sea to be swept away by Alejandro and his crew. The charred remains of The Shadow and likewise disposed of, the oily mark left on the floor scrubbed and scrubbed until it fades away from sight. Price has Shepherd’s remains removed by the priests and taken to be embalmed for his kin to retrieve, if they wish to do so. You work day and night, caring for those that can be saved.

Laswell makes a full recovery and her wife takes care of her.

It feels like days until you finally sit down and rest, body aching and mind about ready to unravel completely having not slept in a bed while tending to your patients. You make it back to your own chambers, feet dragging on the floor as you shuffle through the door and slump at the table. After rubbing your hands over your face you notice the bowl of apples before you, a smile creeping to your lips as you admire the shining red fruit.

“You’re not going to start throwing those again?” Kyle asks from the doorway, and you pick one up.

“I don’t think I have the energy to do it, even if I wanted to,” you smile over your shoulder at him. He shuts the door and walks over to you, gently taking your hand and pulling you up to stand with him, and carefully taking the apple from your hand and placing it on the table. You smirk as he does so.

“You’ve not had time to talk so I kept out of the way, but I wanted to say how proud I am of you. You saved a lot of people by taking on Graves like that,” he tells you, his face sombre.

“So you saved my life, and I was in your debt,” you say, tapping your chin thoughtfully. “But now I’ve saved lots of lives, so does that mean you owe me a debt now?” you grin despite your fatigue. His expression softens, and he smiles, pulling you against him by gripping the softness of your hips.

“I suppose that’s right,” he agrees. “So, I’m yours to do with you please.” His eyes linger on your lips for a moment, and arousal ignites in your tired body.

“I think, I think I’d like my knight to take me to bed,” you reply, and you see his pupils flare at your possessive choice of words.

“I am yours, but you are still mine,” he whispers, leaning down so his lips brush softly against your cheek.

“I think I can live with that,” you sigh, letting your eyes flutter closed as he presses a kiss to your neck. He does as you ask, with great care he guides you to your bed, slowly undressing the pair of you until you lie on the soft, clean sheets and he lies beside you. One rough hand glides over the swell of your stomach and cups one of your breasts, while he leans over and kisses your lips, kneading the plump mound and catching your nipple between his finger and thumb.

His kisses become more demanding, his hand roaming across your skin, caressing and squeezing whatever he can touch, and your heart pounds in response. Your tiredness ebbs away, replaced with a desperate need for closeness, to feel alive and most importantly, for him.

“Kyle, you need to fuck me,” you rasp out hoarsely, and him smirks, his cock already hard and leaving a wet trail as it rubs against your thigh.

“Do I?” he grins, voice low and deep, and you feel his chest rumble against you. “I’d better do as My Lady says.” Without preamble his shift between your thighs, spreading them wider than necessary so he can admire your glistening pussy. Watching your face and drinking in your expression, he sinks himself slowly into your aching heat, the stretch making your arch beneath him.

“Is that what you needed?” he groans, voice laced with gravel as you tighten around his length.

“Fuck, yes,” you trill back at him, clutching at his biceps as he holds himself above you. He draws back and fills you again, and again, each slap of skin against skin pulling a reedy moan from you. Your fingers curl and you nail dig at his skin, and your legs wrap around his lithe hips, urging him deeper inside.

“You want more?” he hisses into your ear, cradling your head between his forearms. You burble an incoherent agreement, and he tenses his arms against your shoulders before pounding into you mercilessly. It’s nearly impossible to breath as he pins you below him, fucking you with all his strength, and your pussy makes lewd, wet noises. You pull him harder with your legs, muscles tightening and your orgasm building much quicker than you’d anticipated. Every thrust pushes you closer to the edge as every nerve sparks with pleasure, and your mind goes blank, registering only the feeling of being completely surrounded and filled by Kyle.

The tension crests, the pleasure peaks, and you wail as you come, clenching around his cock enough to make him moan and his hips stutter. Your gasp in greedy lungfuls of air, sweating blossoming on your skin and his, and he slows the motion of his hips to a lazy rolling. Once the waves ebb, his places a gentle kiss to your lips.

“Hmmm… that’s one,” he grins, dark eyes sparkling down at you.

“What d’you mean?” you whimper, aftershocks catching at you still as he grinds into you.

“I mean,” he mumbles against your lips, “we’ve only just started.”

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