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Ah! Lemons are fine? Jjdjsjdjdjdjd okie uhmm i dont know if you've done this im pretty new ^^ just looking for these cause im lonely af :'DD

Can i have one where reader is having their first time with karamatsu ^^ reader was prolonging this cause she's insecure that karamatsu might not like her body or smthn and karamatsu makes her feel special ^^

you can disregard these details if you want but uhhh i guess reader is in the receiving end and super vanilla and soft and uhh (god im so embarrassed this is my first time requesting one of these) and foreplay pls... IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LONG JSJSJSJDKDJDJ but id be so happy if you did this

-sincerely, anon ^^

(im so embarrassed smsskksks)

ahh it's okay anon! this was request was really cute, i really enjoyed writing it! I hope you enjoy reading it too keke uwu thanks for requesting! <3

✧ Karamatsu - Warm

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Karamatsu was always so warm. He radiated a specific kind of comfort that you had never felt from anyone else. It made you feel safe and secure, loved and cherished, and your heart would always beat frantically in your chest when he pulled you closer to his.

Just as he was doing now.

You whimpered softly as his lips danced across your neck, brushing over your more sensitive skin and latching on to you. His right hand tangled itself into your hair, tilting your head back to allow him more access whilst his left arm wrapped itself around your waist. Your hips were pulled flush against his, the friction sending shivers up your spine.

He whispered your name against your skin, and the need to hold you tighter was becoming overwhelming. You couldn't hold back the soft moan that escaped your lips when he suddenly bit down onto your neck, lavishing you with heated kisses.

Karamatsu finally pulled away, staring down at his work. The little love bites he had scattered over your skin made his heart skip a beat, and you found yourself unable to look him in the eyes — not when they were so full of unbridled adoration and lust.

You felt his thumb brush over your burning cheek, gently coaxing you to open your eyes. When you did, slowly cracking them open bit by bit, you found him to be smiling warmly down at you, his own cheeks ablaze.

"Do you want to continue, my love?"

That voice. So beautiful, so delicate, just a few words were enough to make your knees tremble ever so slightly. You nodded slowly, allowing him to lead you over to the your bed waiting behind you. He lay you down with utmost care, straddling your hips as he hovered over your nervous form.

Your chewed at your lip as a hand wholly cupped your cheek. His thumb ran itself over your lower lip, slightly swollen from the heavy kisses he had mercilessly smothered you with.

"My darling..." he breathed, and you swore your heart was ready to explode. "If you would allow me to, I want to see more of you."

You cast your gaze to the side. You wanted to move forward with him, you wanted to become closer with him in every way you possibly could, but you felt as if he would just be... disappointed.

"Look at me, [Y/N]," he requested a second time, as if reading your thoughts. Once you met his eyes, you couldn't look away.

"You're so beautiful, [Y/N]. I truly can't get enough of you," he placed a chaste kiss over your lips, "Let me prove to you just how breathtaking you are."

Another kiss was laid onto you, and you were at his mercy. The sensual movement of his lips brought forth whines and muffled moans from the back of your throat, your body heating up to the point where you felt dizzy from the attention.

Karamatsu's hands shifted from your face to your waist, dipping under the hem of your shirt to caress your stomach. You stiffened slightly, mind focusing on the way he dragged his fingertips with a feather light touch over your skin, rising higher and higher until they had settled under the bump of your bra.

He leaned away, eyes seeking your approval as he tugged on your shirt, and you merely nodded with eyes squeezed shut as he lifted the material over your head. There was a moment of silence, and your worst fears rose to the top of your throat in sickening waves, until you heard him sigh.

"Just as I thought..." he mumbled heatedly, "You're sculptured like an angel."

The quick unclasping of your bra surprised you, as well as the hot mouth that suddenly enveloped your breast. You gasped, back arching into him further as he nipped and suckled on your sensitive nipple, the other breast being massaged in his larger, calloused hand.

"Kara..." was the only word that fell from your mouth, desperate and wanting as your hips instinctively bucked up against his own. He hissed around you, and he pushed back into you just as needy.

You could hear him continue to mumble against you, each kiss to your mound followed by words of praise. He was too much, but all you could think about was for him to keep going.

After he had thoroughly lavished your breasts, making sure to leave a bit of himself behind on your blank skin, he shuffled down further, burning a trail down your abdomen until he reached the hem of your pants. Slowly, you allowed your legs to spread wider for him as he carefully pulled down the clothing, marvelling at your quivering thighs.

The damp spot that was clearly seen on your panties was already driving Karamatsu wild, and he couldn't help but brush his finger over your clothed sex. He rubbed and teased you, drawing out those lovely moans and quiet begs for more until even he couldn't take it any longer — his mind was begging him to go in and have a taste.

He hooked his fingers over the edge of your panties, looking you in the eyes as he pulled it down over the crook of your knees and off each leg, dropping it over the side of the bed. You held your breath in anticipation as he lowered his head down, cool air fanning over your exposed pussy before it was covered in an indescribable heat.

You were so wet, you realised, and Karamatsu couldn't hold himself back any longer, thoroughly eating you out and licking broad stripes over your entrance before slipping his tongue inside. He held your thighs far apart, fingers digging into your skin as they shook violently. Your hands weaved themselves into his hair, tugging at his soft tresses.

The taste of you on his tongue aroused Karamatsu beyond belief, and he could feel his cock throb in his tight jeans as your walls tightened around his tongue.

"K-Karamatsu...!" You called through stuttering breaths, head tossing back onto the pillow beneath you. "Wait..! I'm gonna...!"

You could feel the coil in the pit of your stomach begin to tighten, but you feared you would finish too soon. Karamatsu paused, albeit reluctantly, and removed his tongue from you with a loud smack, his mouth and chin glistening with your juices.

You felt yourself relax a little, legs finally collapsing onto the bed as you peered up at your boyfriend, who was busy removing his signature hoodie to reveal his surprisingly firm chest. Your eyes followed his every movement as his hands hurriedly unbuckled the belt wrapped around his waist, pushing down his jeans and boxers.

The sight of his hardened cock, swollen and dripping with precum, stirred the fire in your belly, and you found yourself unable to tear your gaze away once more as he positioned himself between your legs. You bit your lip when his tip prodded against your entrance, your hands intertwining with his own.

He kissed you deeply as he pushed himself into you, inch by inch, stretching your walls. You cried out into the kiss as his length became fully sheathed inside of you. With your waists pressed against one other, he gave you a moment to adjust to his size, peppering kisses over your cheeks and murmuring deep words into your ears. Once you were ready, you wrapped your legs around him, keeping him close to you.

You shivered as he began to move, pulling out and then pushing back in, seemingly reaching deeper into you with every thrust. The twinge of pain you had initially felt melted into delicious and pleasant waves of pleasure that rolled over your body. You could feel every bump of his veins brush against your slippery walls, the lewd noise of your skin slapping together turning you on further.

The coil that had been building up inside you before had returned, tight and ready to burst as your body rocked back and forth. You slid your arms around Karamatsu's broad shoulders, burying your face into the crook of his neck as you moaned and called for more, for him to make you his.

He clutched onto you as your drenched cunnie suddenly constricted around him, holding his dick in a vice-like-grip as you came, drenching his length with your wetness. The tightness of your hot walls made his pace falter, quickly picking it back up as he chased his own orgasm, fucking you through your twitching spasms.

The overstimulation made your eyes water, but it all soon came to an end as he harshly bit into your shoulder, muffling his high pitched whines whilst his cum coated your walls, cascading into you in thick volumes.

He became still, panting heavily along with you, until he carefully pulled out his softening rod, collapsing onto the space beside you and pulling you close to his chest. You snuggled into him, finding yourself glad to hear his heartbeat thundering as loud and as fast as your own.

The soothing circles he rubbed into your back was enough to bring you to sleep, your smaller form safely cocooned in his embrace. All you could hear was his soft words as you drifted off, telling you how beautiful you were, and how he loved you so much, until everything faded into a peaceful white noise, your eyes falling shut as you slept with a small smile on your face.

This was one hell of a wild ride (and not just for Arthur) and hopefully not the last story we've written together!

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Merlin (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Merlin/Arthur Pendragon (Merlin) Characters: Merlin (Merlin), Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Alice (Merlin) Additional Tags: Airplane Sex, Smut, Shameless Smut, Porn, with very little plot, more like, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, pilot!arthur, co-pilot!merlin, Top Merlin, Bottom Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Barebacking, Rimming, First Time Bottoming, Gay Sex, Everyone Is Gay, Cockpit Sex, Flying, Sex in Uniform, uniform sex, This is dirty, Very very dirty, i know shit about how radio communication works, I did my best, fight me

Summary:

Arthur is the one of higher rank, so obviously he’s the one in command. That’s one of the benefits of being the pilot, right?

This is just plain smut. Not much plot here.

Guys, I collaborated with @das-alien-vom-planeten-wooh. The story is all her ideas, I just contributed some filth. y’all should read it if you like some merthur action.

Yandere! Works (we're getting there...)

These works may contain explicit themes including violence, character death, and unhealthy behavior. I do not support any of this behavior in the real world. All of these works are fictional and are created solely for entertainment purposes. This is where you’ll find yandere fan-fiction, imagines, and the whole lot of it!

BNHA

Stay (Yandere! Shoto Todoroki x Spouse! Reader)

Mystical Creatures & Mythology

Marvel

DC Universe

Disney

Star Wars

Hannibal

Cobia (Yandere! Hannibal Lecter x Will Graham)

The Happenings of Olympus

This is a poetry collection about the Gods and Goddesses of Olympus. They are monstrous to one another, much in the way that humans are. There are allusions to rape, ableism, and references to literary works of the ancient Greeks and Romans.

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My mother told me the droplets that fell from above were the tears of gods. She said that the gods cried like how humans cried. I always wondered what gods could have to cry about. They were gods! Everyone knows that they could do anything they wanted. They could wield the Earth as their weapon. They could be any being, anywhere, at any time. They were immortal. The gods knew no end, no death, no sorrow!

Little me didn’t understand that they were flawed from the very beginning.

The gods experienced everything forever. There was no rest, no slumber. How can one be motivated if their clock never stops ticking? If the sand in their hourglass will never run out? War, famine, death, and disease. The gods have passed through many lifetimes of nothing. Are the gods alive, if they aren’t capable of dying? The tears of gods are shed for the death that’ll always be out of grasp. Humans face divine retribution for the gods are jealous of what they themselves cannot have,

Death.

Queen of the Gods

Man's Greatest Fear

The Dynamics of Peace and War

The Hunters of Artemis

The God of Fire

To Trick a God

Death Spares No One

Dear Hades,

I've seen a lot this discussion about how Porn Addiction has become a serious problem and how much it will affect the future generations, especially considering how mediatized and comercialized sex is nowdays and the already existing consequences of it.

And while I do agree to some extent that sex and sexual/explicit content in general are very prominent nowdays, I would also like to ask what type of sex is mediatized in fact. Because I'm pretty sure that if we would be more exposed to healthy, emotional sex rather than rough voyeuristic one then there would be a significant difference and a lot of young people would perceive intimacy and sexual intercourse differently, instead of having men uncapable of making the difference between consent and sexual abuse and pre-teen/teenage girls asking to be chocked without recognizing the abusive nature of their relationships.

Also, if you're scared about children's exposure to pornographic material then you can give them limited access to the Internet, set age restrictions on their devices, have an educational conversation with them about this subject so that they would know why this type of content might be dangerous etc. You should've known that children are a great responsibiliy from the moment you decided to conceive them.

The Way Back Home (Spencer Reid x Reader) - Chapter Seven

The Way Back Home (Spencer Reid x Reader) - Chapter Seven Reader Insert: she/her pronouns Word Count: 4306 Warnings: major angst, major fluff, mentions of murder, graphic descriptions of dead bodies, crime scenes, near-death experiences, slow-burnish romance, death, canon violence, rape, swearing, guns, knives, prostitution, canon cuteness of the team. Spoilers: Maeve's death, mentions of previous cases or canon events from seasons 1-10.

Spencer and you have an unspoken connection with one another. Nothing has ever happened between you two, especially since everything went down with Maeve, but your love has grown and overcome and is now clear as day to everyone. However, just when Spencer builds up enough courage to ask you out officially, you're requested on an undercover mission that halts your budding relationship in its tracks.

Months go by without a word from you until bodies of prostitutes start showing up in New York and the BAU is brought in to help. Spencer and you finally reunite as both your cases collide, but your lives and your love are both on the line now.

Will you and Spencer be able to find the way back home this time?

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Epilogue

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Spencer's foot tapped incessantly as he sat in the conference room waiting with Derek, Rossi, and Hotch. JJ and Kate were conducting the interview with the eldest of the group - Ellie, Spencer thought he heard her say when they were first brought in.

It was both a miracle and a heartbreaking sight to see the small group of girls - no older than seventeen, but no younger than thirteen, Spencer deduced - walk through the station with dirty clothes, some even in pyjamas. Their hair was all knotted, and their bare feet were bloody and dirty from running for miles through forestry and along the railway to find help.

To find safety.

Spencer looked out through the glass walls to see other officers talking with the other girls, no doubt trying to contact their families. Again, that double-edged sword of relief and heartache pierced his heart at the sight.

'Being so young, they would be recent abductions so their orphanages and foster homes should be looking for them. There should be filed reports,' Rossi said, as if reading Spencer's mind.

'But what about the homeless ones?' Derek asked, his tone thoughtful as opposed to pointed and angry. 'The ones that have no one looking for them? We can't just put them back on the streets.'

'No,' Hotch answered. 'However, for some of them, the streets are all they know. We can't force them to accept what we believe is help. All we can do is just give them that offer anyway.'

Derek and Rossi hummed in agreement, but Spencer kept his thoughts to himself. There was a raging war inside him that was happy to see so many young girls be saved from Khan, but the duality to that happiness was a heavy fear that you were now his target for all things sadistic and murderous.

'Pretty boy.' Derek's gentle hand clasped his shoulder, forcing Spencer to look up into Dereks' worried face. 'You okay there?'

Spencer nodded, forcing a tight-lipped smile that he knew wasn't convincing in the slightest. He just couldn't get out of his head the last image of you, crying, hanging helpless as Khan put his hands all over your exposed body. And all the while talking to him, reassuring him.

I would've said yes.

Who knew what he was doing to you now.

Derek squeezed his shoulder. 'We're going to find her, pretty boy,' he said softly, kneeling down to meet Spencer's eye level. 'And when we catch the son of bitch, I'll let you have the honour of taking him down.'

From the look in Derek's eyes, Spencer knew he didn't need permission. But knowing that Derek wouldn't stand in Spencer's way in exacting his revenge on Khan for all he has done - not only to you, but all the girls, too - lifted a little of the fear from him.

Their conversation ended when JJ and Kate barged through the door, and Spencer was on his feet before his brain registered he was significantly taller again. 'What did Ellie say?'

'She couldn't tell us much about where exactly the complex was,' JJ started, 'but she remembers smelling intense pine and cut steel when they exited the building. That they never heard cars or trucks so they must be a fair way into the woods south, possibly over state lines.'

'But Penelope and I looked over every map of those woods,' Spencer said, his tone desperate, borderline upset. 'The properties there either check out in names or don't match what we are looking for.'

'What else did Ellie say?' Hotch interrupted.

'She'd been there the longest of the group,' Kate answered. 'First it was just her, then another girl, then soon they were being brought in twos and threes.'

'He was escalating,' Rossi said. 'Probably because he now has goons of his own to help speed up the process.'

'We talked Ellie through her abduction,' Kate continued, 'and she said she was just sleeping behind a garbage container when he approached her, saying he worked for a homeless centre and had some blankets and warm food in his car just down the street.'

'That's how he got her,' JJ added, 'and she did confirm it was Walter personally who abducted her. He abducted most of the others too. He knocked her out the moment no one else could see or hear them with chloroform, but she woke up sometime before they arrived at the facility and she heard him talking to someone over the phone. From what she could gather, he said the name "Arthur" and sounded pretty upset when he did.'

'Arthur...' For the first time in hours, Spencer's brain fired at the speed of light, turning and calculating and digging back through mental files of all he knew about Walter Khan. He suddenly pulled out his phone and pressed the number one speed dial option.

'How can I help? I want to help,' Penelope answered, her voice tight and anxious and scared.

'Garcia, by any chance, was Walter adopted or in a foster home as a kid, perhaps under a different name?'

Penelope's fingertips flew across her keyboard, then stopped when's he found something. 'There was a Walter in a small orphanage in Pennsylvania about thirty-odd years ago. He was adopted by a Wendy and Arthur Kè Hán - Wendy was a prostitute and Arthur was a carpenter who owned his own business but it went under a few years after they adopted Walter.'

A few more clicks of her fingertips had her murmuring, 'Oh.'

'What did you find?' Rossi asked.

'Turns out Wendy wasn't too happy with Arthur's lack of business, and mentally and physically abused him for not supporting the household. After he took his own life, her anger was directed at Walter. There were never any witnesses so reports were never filed. Once he was eighteen, Walter left home and went completely off grid. He hasn't existed in almost twenty years.'

'Except Kè Hán is the native Chinese translation for Khan,' Spencer explained. 'Garcia, can you look up if any of the properties we checked were under the name Arthur Kè Hán, or some sort of alias with the same letters?'

'Of course,' she said, tapping away at her keyboard before stopping with a gasp. 'Yes! Yeah there is. A lot of one-hundred acres right in the middle of the woods south of New York.'

Spencer hated himself for not seeing earlier, smacking his forehead with frustration. 'He obviously had a strong relationship to his adoptive father, and so half of these killings have got to be some sort of revenge for Arthur. He put the property under his name not only out of respect, but because who would look for a dead man?'

'And if he views the girls he grooms and then kills as his mother...' JJ started.

'Then Y/N might not have a lot of time,' Kate finished grimly.

'Garcia,' Hotch said, but Penelope didn't need anything else.

'Address already sent to your tablets and phones,' she replied, voice cracking with what sounded like tears. 'Now bring our girl home, please!'

'We will, Garcia,' Spencer said and ended the call. He ran after his team as they headed out of the room to rally other officers and a S.W.A.T. team to head out to the property. He was the calmest he'd been in the past few hours. Because he knew where you were. He was coming to get you.

And he was going to make Walter Khan bleed when he saw him.

~~~

You woke up to darkness and cold.

You don't remember when you fell asleep, you were just glad that you did, and that it had been a dreamless sleep. But then again, how could you have had anything in your head when you'd just been through a living nightmare?

The more you woke up, the quicker you realised something wasn't right. You hurt all over, like you'd been pressed by a thousand fingers over and over again. You tried sitting up, but your legs shook with exhaustion, and your groin-

You froze in terror as you looked down your body. Your underwear was still in place, but the memories came flooding back in too quickly. Tears streamed down your face as you recalled how you hadn't always been covered, how Khan had stripped you of your clothes, and with them your dignity. Your stomach churned as the ghost of his touch brushed over your lower body, and you could only throw up stomach acid when you smelt the remaining evidence of what he did to you.

It was smothering: the memories, the touch, the scent - his scent. Your heartbroken cries came out as sad squawks from your already damaged throat. You remembered how he'd laughed at your screams, all the while defiling you for his own pleasure.

Once your stomach was empty even of acid, you curled in on yourself, hoping to bring your exposed limbs some flicker of warmth, of hope. But isn't that why you'd said that to Spencer? You knew he had to have been watching - there was no way Penelope wouldn't have found the server, not found it odd, and not have opened it. While it was Khan's way of taunting your team and he was smart to an extent, he was no match for the mighty Penelope Garcia.

Spencer had been watching, you knew it in your guts. And the moment Khan had opened up your dress and started touching you, you had accepted you would never see him or any of the team again. You would never see his goofy smile, or hear him rant about Star Trek or the many wonders of Halloween. You would never have movie nights, or go out to dinner with him and the team and brush legs in the booth or sitting by the bar. You'd never steal another longing glance at him, or kiss him; and you'd never get to see what you two could've been if you hadn't been such a coward.

You'd never get to tell him you loved him.

It wasn't something people usually told someone on the first date, but you didn't need to date Spencer to know he was it for you. That he had ruined you for anyone else, no matter how handsome or smart or caring or brave they were. No one could beat him. You'd known that since the first time you met him, and had tried to let him know that everyday since.

You shivered, curling into yourself in a feeble attempt to rid yourself of the cold that seemed to sink permanently into your bones. It all seems silly now, you thought, a moment of clarity breaking through your heartache, to have wasted so much time not loving him openly, consequences be damned.

I would've said yes.

It was your last attempt at telling him how you really feel. Whatever happened to you now, you just hoped he understood that one thing.

The door to the Warehouse creaked open, but you didn't move. There was no point. There was no escape. And with the stinging pain of vulnerability and violation coursing through you, you didn't have it in you to defend yourself anymore.

Walter Khan had already taken all he could from you except your life.

Someone pressed a button, and the chain cranked upwards, pulling you to your feet again. Exhaustion weighed on you, and so you just hung by your wrists, numb to the strain in your shoulders, numb to caring about showing Walter Khan he did not hurt you.

The man himself pulled on your hair so you looked up at him, cold, unfeeling eyes meeting your tired ones. 'Look at you,' he said, voice too soft and intimate for your liking, 'all numb and pliant. What? No retorts? No teeth today, sweetheart?'

Anger boiled deep within you. He had no idea how much you wanted to show him some teeth and rip his lips right off his ugly, dumb face. But your body wouldn't let you. It had been put through the ringer a few too many times, and you were well and truly being counted out.

He leaned in close, brushing his nose over your cheeks, your forehead, your lips. His sharp inhale of you had your stomach churning again, had your hands twitching with the impulse to claw his eyes out.

'I'm offended,' he whispered, his hot breath vile as it fanned across your cheeks, invaded your nostrils. He pulled back enough so you could see his grin that could only belong to the devil. 'That's okay. I know how you can make it up to me.'

He let go of you and walked to the table. The foggy cloud of confusion cleared from your brain when he picked up a knife, its pointed edge curved sharp. He held the knife in such a way that it looked moulded to his hand, fitting too perfectly between his fingers as he walked back over. The image of Roxy's mutilated body flashed in your mind, along with the other girls' you'd found, and that seemed to be the trigger to kick your need to survive back into gear.

You struggled to stand flat on your feet, tugging with all the strength you had at your restraints as Khan stepped closer to you. 'Get... away,' you said, but your words came out weak.

A sadistic laugh slipped past his lips, the cold sound rattling your spine, your spirit. 'No one is going anywhere, sweetheart,' he said, and he pulled you close again, keeping you still with a painful grip on your hair. The tip of the knife ran cool along your exposed stomach, grazing softly from just above your belly button to underneath it. He grinned as he followed his actions, his smile showing that he had done this before, but his breathless sighs demonstrated how what he was about to do would feel just like the first time. 'Not until we're done, that is.'

A whimper bubbled in your throat, knowing what was coming next. You just hoped it would be quick and as painless as possible. You sucked in a breath, bit into your lower lip - you would not give him the satisfaction of hearing you scream.

Khan pulled back the knife, holding it for a second before he-

Both doors to the Warehouse slammed open as people in FBI vests came running through the doors, guns at the ready.

'FBI, Khan!'

Not just people - your people.

Derek was the one who'd shouted, coming in through the front door and followed by Rossi and Spencer. The exit door to your right was being blockaded by Hotch, JJ, and Kate. If you weren't in such a state of shock, you would've cried with joy. They'd found you.

'Put the knife down, Khan,' Hotch commanded, tone calm and collected as he and the team circled around him, other FBI agents circling them. With the doors open now, you could hear the struggle and gunfire as no doubt other FBI agents took on the rest of the goons in the facility. 'We have you and your entire operation surrounded. There's no escape.'

Khan looked around at the team, eyes blowing wide with that same wildness of a caged animal. But instead of doing what Hotch said, he grabbed you, pulled you to his chest, and pressed the knife to your throat.

The team stepped closer.

'You don't want to do that, Khan,' Hotch warned.

'Why not?' Khan spat back, the knife pressing hard against your neck. You felt it start to pierce the delicate skin there, causing you to hiss in pain. 'Because you'll shoot? I'm not afraid of some bullets.'

'What about a hundred?' Derek asked, eyes trained on Khan like a hawk, hands steady on his gun. 'Come on, man. You know the only way you're getting out of this alive is if you drop the knife.'

A trickle of blood dribbled down the column of your neck, between your breast, and down your torso. Your heart threatened to beat right out of your chest it was pounding so hard, so fast.

'No,' Khan said defiantly. 'I have worked too hard for too long just for it all to be taken away from me. All because of this slut!'

'You brought this upon yourself, Khan,' Spencer interjected, his tone steelier than usual. You looked into his amber eyes and saw a dangerous fire lurking there.

Dr Spencer Reid was mad.

'That very well may be,' Khan responded, and the pressure of the knife on your neck eased only slightly. 'But you brought this upon yourself, too.'

He raised the knife, and you closed your eyes because this was it, this is where you died.

Then a shot fired, the sound echoing for an eternity in your mind. Then- Nothing.

No piercing pain, no screams, just nothing.

And so you opened your eyes just as Walter Khan collapsed to the floor, a bullet embedded in the middle of his forehead. You looked towards where the bullet came from, and saw everyone also looking at Spencer, whose steely gaze showed no remorse as he holstered his gun.

The realisation that Khan wasn't getting back up - that it was over - had your knees buckling out from under you as uncontrollable sobs wracked your body. Before your wrists could take any more of a beating from holding you up, someone caught you, their arms weaving underneath yours and holding you against their chest. Their scent hit you immediately, and a half second later you recognised the arms that held you.

'Spence,' you sobbed out, tears finally falling from your eyes like twin dams suddenly broken. 'Oh, Spence.'

His long fingers cradled your head softly, pressed gently into your back as you heard someone else undo your chains. 'I'm here, Y/N,' he cooed, breathless almost in disbelief. 'I'm here. You're safe now.'

Once your wrists were free, your arms flopped down in jarring manner that brought on another wave of tears, this time in pain. The pain was just a cruel reminder of what you weren't anymore - pure, whole.

'He touched me,' you managed to get out, your sobs making it hard to breathe let alone speak. 'He touched me!'

'Oh my God,' JJ said, and you felt Spencer wrap his arms around you tighter, his lips pressing softly against your forehead and in your matted hair.

You simply dissolved into a blubbering mess of tears, snot, and pain in Spencer's arms. You stayed like that for what felt like an eternity; and when your tears had all dried up, you passed out, falling into a dreamless sleep as Spencer held you all the while.

~~~

'Medic!' Spencer cried as you fell limp in his arms suddenly. Your paled face made the bruises and remaining blood on it stand out grossly. He pressed two fingers to your pulse. It was weak, but it was there. No doubt your body was finally giving out after enduring hours of torture and pain. You needed help right away.

'Is she okay? What happened?' JJ asked, the rest of the team joining him as the paramedics ran in through the exit door with a gurney.

'She just passed out. I think her body's shutting down on her,' Spencer said.

One of the medics also checked your pulse. 'We need to get her to a hospital now,' she said, then looked up at Spencer. 'Get her on the gurney.'

As Spencer placed you gently on the gurney, he kept hold of your hand, running alongside you as you were wheeled to the ambulance. The medics placed an oxygen mask on you and pushed you up into the back of the ambulance.

'Go with her, Reid,' Hotch directed. 'We can take care of things here.'

'Just keep us updated,' Rossi added.

'You got it,' Spencer said before leaping into the ambulance as they closed the doors.

~~~

Spencer sat up in the small seat he'd made himself at home in almost...

He rubbed at his blurry eyes. The red numbers of the electronic clock on your hospital nightstand flashed 01:34am.

Roughly seven hours. That's how long since you'd been admitted. Six had been spent in the room he currently resided in. Only two of those had he actually slept, not wanting to sleep in case you woke up and needed to see a familiar face.

His bulletproof vest he'd been using as a pillow slipped to the floor as he straightened up, his bones cracking as he untangled himself from the awkward sleeping position he'd put himself in. Exhaustion weighed on his eyes, but he rubbed at them, hoping it would go away. But it didn't, and with those tired eyes, he looked over at your sleeping form in the white, hospital bed.

You'd been cleaned by the nurses and doctors that helped stitch you up and pop your dislocated joints back into place. An IV drip was attached to your arm, as well as a chord that attached to a heart monitor, and the steady beep that sounded from it was the only thing keeping Spencer from losing it completely.

She's okay. She's alive. You found her.

It didn't matter how many times he told himself that - or anyone else on the team - because you were still hurt, still lying unconscious in the hospital bed.

All because you were a good person.

He leaned forward in the chair and took one of your hands in his, and it frightened him how cold your fingers felt in his. He observed your face; you looked so peaceful despite the bandages covering the cut on your neck where Khan's knife had almost taken you away from Spencer for good.

The mere thought had tears burning his eyes.

A soft knock brought Spencer back to the present, to see Derek holding two coffee cups by the doorway.

'Hey,' Derek greeted gently, walking in and offering one of the coffees to Spencer. 'Thought you might need it. Extra extra sugar, even.'

Spencer smiled appreciatively, but he felt it didn't reach its usual brightness. 'Thanks, but I'm fine right now.'

'Okay,' Derek said, placing the sweetened coffee on the bed tray that was currently situated to the side as you slept. He then pulled up another seat on the opposite side of the bed to Spencer, taking a sip of his own coffee as he sat down. He gave you soft look as he watched you. 'She's one tough cookie, huh.'

A lump formed in Spencer's throat with both pride and terror as he nodded his agreement. 'Can't believe we actually got her back.'

'Well, you better believe it, pretty boy, because we did, and she's right there.' Spencer didn't reply, prompting Derek to put his coffee down and face Spencer properly. 'You know it's not your fault, right? Y/N knew what she was getting into when she agreed to the mission. She knew the potential outcomes when she decided to stay behind and help those girls. I bet you she also knew we would come looking for her - that's what kept her going, Spencer. The thought of us finding her, of you finding her.'

Tears welled in Spencer's eyes as he finally looked away from you and looked at Derek, his hands never leaving yours. 'I just... why did it have to be her? I know its selfish of me to say, but why did they have to drag her back into the very unit she left behind? She could've died!'

'But she didn't, Spencer,' Derek countered, but he was gentle with his words. 'She is here with us. And I don't know about you, but I would take this as a sign.'

'What kind of sign?' Spencer asked.

'To make sure she doesn't slip through your fingers again.'

As if the universe had been listening, a soft groan came from you that had both men looking at you in disbelief. 'Y/N?' Spencer asked softly, holding your hand with one hand while the other stroked back loose, H/C hairs from your face. 'Y/N, can you hear me?'

'Spence?' you said, your voice groggy with exhaustion and sleep. Your eyes slowly fluttered open, and you blinked a few times until your eyes lit up with recognition as you spotted Spencer. Tears welled up, making the E/C of your pupils twinkle with joy. 'Spence...'

'I'll go get the others. And a doctor,' Derek murmured, then quickly zoomed out of the room, leaving Spencer and you alone once more.

Spencer squeezed your hand, a bright, relieved smile splitting his lips apart for the first time in days. 'Hey there,' he said quietly, smoothing your hair down not only to comfort you, but himself - and remind himself that you were real.

His heart soared when he felt you squeeze his hand back. It was weak, but it was something, and the smile that split your face was something he would've gone to hell and back to see on your face everyday. 'You found me,' you whispered, tears falling down your cheeks, but these time they were of joy and relief.

His thumb subconsciously grazed over your knuckles a few times, then he brought them to his lips where he placed a hard, grateful kiss there. 'Of course I did,' he murmured back. 'I will always find you.'

Before you could respond, the relieved sighs of the team entered the room, forcing Spencer to step back as they took turns hugging you. A doctor came in to talk to you as well, but Spencer didn't mind. Not as your eyes sparkled and your voice rung through the room.

He'd brought you home. There was nothing more he could've wanted.