An agent of the BAU is exactly the unsub's type. Pretty convenient, right? Well, turns out she's exactly Dr. Spencer Reid's type as well. All it took for him to admit it was a bit of... performative seduction.
I was bored and the maladaptive daydreaming is hitting hard today so I made a mood board of what Iâd wear if I was a member of the BAU and it was a lot of fun so Iâm gonna tag some more people to do it as well
Obviously anyone can do it if they want, these are just some mutuals that I thought of
I just marathoned ABAO and maybe Iâm just a masochist but Iâm absolutely in love. Your writing is phenomenal. Completely sucked me in, I cannot wait for the next chapter - you write angst and smut so well. Iâve been dying for a good mix of the two â€ïž
omg yes angst and smut r literally my favorite things on this planet sooooooo i had to !! thank u sm ily anon
Just got to read the latest chapter of ABAO, and OMG I hate you and love you all at once. It was amazing! Thank you very much for that chapter and I can't wait to see what's gonna happen with the ~jealousy~ bit. No rush, obvs. Hope you're having a wonderful day/night! -đž
i hope you have a wonderful day/night as well bb!!!! ur support means the worldÂ
feelings are so complicated i think we should just abolish them, everyone feels nothing forever.
warnings: semi-public stuff, teasing, angst, feelings feelings feelings, spencer is lowkey an asshole but itâs okay bc itâs hot
âHey, if itâs not too much trouble, wear a skirt tomorrow.â
Those were Spencerâs final words to you that night as you walked him out of your apartment. At the time you had barely responded, still feeling quite upset about nothing, but when you awoke in the morning you felt a bit bad about kicking him out, so you opted to at least do something nice and follow his instructions.
You tugged at the skirt a bit as you walked into the lobby of your office building. âYou listened.â Spencer grinned as he noticed you walking in, approaching you. You gave him a tired smile, wishing you had had a bit more time to prepare before being thrust right back into the fire that was your interactions with him.
âYeah, yeah. I didnât wanna deal with being reprimanded all day for not doing what you asked.â You replied a bit too snappily. Spencer looked at you quizzically.
"Are you okay?â He asked, seeming confused.
You nodded. âTotally fine, Spence. Tired, but fine.â You assured him. It was true. You were fine, your head just kind of⊠hurt? Like a bit of a physical headache, but also just mental exhaustion. Damn. You hadnât taken into account the fact that rough sex for a week and a half could cause some fatigue. Oh well, you had dealt with worse in your life.
Spencer hesitated, analyzing you. âAre you sure?â
â100%.â You fiddled with the fabric of your shirt.
He frowned a bit, not quite believing you, but not wanting to push it. âWell, hey, I have something to give you!â He perked up a bit, and you found yourself perking up as well. A present? He ruffled through his bag. âTake the stairs with me?â You tilted your head curiously and nodded, treading behind Spencer as he walked into the stairwell. He pulled a little box out of his bag, and you watched, eyes locked on as he opened it to reveal a dainty little choker. You felt all sorts of emotions, the overwhelming one being confusion, seconded by some form of excitement.
âWhatâs that?â You asked, a stupid question considering it was obvious.
âA gift.â He grinned, picking it up out of its box and allowing you to take a better look. âI know you said something about one with a little bell, I was considering maybe taking it a step further and adding a tag with my contact information in case you get lost,â He teased, and you felt yourself turn pale. Oh yeah, you had teased him about a collar. But this? You should have been embarrassed, but it was kind of pretty. And it was a gift. From Spencer. Spencer had bought you a gift. You blushed. âBut, I thought this would be a bit more suitable for day-to-day life. A bit more subtle.â
You nibbled your bottom lip a bit. âAh, so this is the notorious collar Iâve been dreading?â You chuckled a bit. âItâs um, itâs kind of pretty. Definitely not as bad as it could have been.â You stuttered.
âCan I put it on you?â He asked, almost excitedly.
You couldnât help but grin. âAm I allowed to say no?â
He laughed. âYou are, of course, but if you do accept this gift, there are some rules that come with it.â
âOh, hooray. More of your infamous rules!â You exclaimed sarcastically. âCan I ask what they are before I let you trap me in them?â You questioned.
âOf course,â he tucked your hair behind your ear gently. âYou should keep the collar on at all times unless you get my permission to take it off. This doesnât include when you shower, of course, but even when youâre at home alone or at work it should stay on.â
You considered this for a moment. âWhat about when I sleep?â You asked.
âI think it should be more than comfortable to sleep in, but if not we can talk about it.â He assured you, fingers running over the fabric of the choker.
You shrugged in defeat.âI guess the only way to know is to try it on, yeah?â
That was all it took for him to move towards you, clasping it around your neck. Your hand went up to touch the new jewelry. âVelvet,â you chuckled knowingly, fingers grazing the soft fabric. âStill your favorite, huh?â
His eyes were locked on your neck, âIt looks good on you, what can I say?â His breathing became a bit heavier as he took in the sight.
It was almost weird seeing him so openly affected by you. You felt a surge of power. âMm, I think this whole collar thing was more for you than me, huh?â You teased.
âI like seeing you wear a physical reminder of who owns you.â He admitted, running a hand through his hair.
You had one goal in mind as you watched him grow more flustered by the second. âOf course you do. You like the power you have over me, donât you daddy?â His eyes snapped up to meet yours, and you felt your knees weaken. âBut we should get to work before weâre both late, donât you think?â You walked past him, shoulder brushing his, as you began walking up the stairs. You didnât make it far, though, before he grabbed your arm, stopping you in place.
âWhere did this confidence come from all of a sudden?â He asked, voice low.
âI can enjoy my power over you just as much as you can enjoy your power over me.â You replied, attempting to gently tug your arm away.
You waited for another snarky comment, but instead were met with a tug. Spencer turned you around, lips slamming onto yours almost painfully, and his other hand moved to your jaw, forcing your lips apart further and granting his tongue access to your mouth. You kissed him back, of course, hands running through his hair. It didnât take long for his hands to begin to wander, one finding t's way down in between your skirt, caressing the bare skin of your thighs. You whimpered into his mouth, flinching away, scared to make too much noise even in the stairwell. Spencer pulled his lips away from yours, using his knee to push your legs apart, widening your stance, hands wandering higher, rubbing circles on your inner thigh.
âYou suck.â You breathed out.
He didnât reply, only pushed his leg further between your legs. You felt your body began to grind against it automatically, craving the friction. You let out a huff of frustration and pleasure, angry at your body for giving in so easily. âWhat are you doing, Y/N?â Spencer asked.
You looked away, face red, and stopped. His hand moved back to your jaw, forcing you to look at him as he spoke. âDid I tell you to stop?â You shook your head, or at least tried to considering he was holding your face. âThen why did you?â
Why did you stop? Because you were embarrassed? Because you were going to be late for work? There were plenty of reasons.
"I dunno.â You settled on. That didnât seem to be the correct answer though.
âI think you do know. I think youâre embarrassed.â He placed a hand on your hip, pushing and pulling your body against his. You didnât reply, eyes pointed at the floor. âNo? Am I wrong?â
You stopped fighting your desire a bit now, allowing yourself to grind down a bit more onto him. You held back your moans as best you could, biting down on your lip to suppress them.
âI guess if youâre not embarrassed,â Spencer leaned down a bit, leaving a single kiss on your neck. âYouâd be fine begging me to let you finish right here on my thigh.â
You gulped. No. God no. You were embarrassed. You were totally definitely embarrassed. âN-No-â
But it was too late, he was holding your waist, keeping you perfectly still. You groaned at the lack of stimulation, pushing against his grip to no avail. âBeg.â He repeated.
âP-Please, daddy?â You mumbled, looking up at him with your best and most convincing face of desperation.
âPlease what?â He replied, showing no signs of sympathy.
âPlease let me, um...â You trailed off. Did he seriously need to hear you say it? âUm... you know.â
He laughed a bit. âYouâre going to have to be more specific than that, baby.â He cooed. Fucking hell could he get any more annoying?
You inhaled deeply. Fine. âC-Can I please ride your t-thigh?â You said quietly, staring at the ground.
âOf course you can.â He eased up his grip, allowing you to resume your previous movements, and you were grateful for it. He was kissed your neck, a hand firmly rooted in your hair, but it was short-lived. As you began to inch closer to release you felt him pull away a bit. Oh fuck no. He was not about to pull this again.
Except he was.
He moved his leg away from your body, leaving you without anything. âWeâre late.â He said simply, glancing down at his watch, and you stared at him, anger and desire bubbling up inside of you.
âNo. Spencer, no. Donât do this, come on.â You whisper-yelled.
âDo what? You asked if you could ride my thigh, and you did, didnât you?â You swore you could punch him right in his perfect face. You could shove him down the stairs, perhaps.
âDonât argue semantics with me. Youâre the absolute worst.â You seethed, pouting.
He paid you no mind, walking up the stairs. âWe should hurry, we might miss the briefing, donât you think?â You didnât move, staring in disbelief, until it dawned on you that he genuinely had no intention of coming back. You groaned in frustration, walking up the stairs behind him in defeat.
You guys were, luckily, on time for the briefing, walking into the meeting room alongside the rest of your colleagues. Spencer took a seat next to you, and you scooted your chair away from his, crossing your arms. He glanced at you and raised a brow, amused. You glared. Who could blame you for feeling mildly angry at him and slightly petty? Especially after what he had just done. JJ began to explain a couple of new cases she was keeping her eye on, and you tried your best to pay attention to her rather than the man next to you who was clearly looking your way. He piped up eventually, citing some statistic that was relevant to the conversation, and used the opportunity to casually adjust his chair and the position he was sitting in, a hand nonchalantly brushing your leg. You knew it had to have been on purpose, right? No way this wasnât one of his calculated moves. You pulled your leg away, crossing it over your other, and ignored him. The rest of the briefing really only consisted of you trying to control your thoughts, some of them horny and some of them about the violent things you wanted to do to Spencer for fucking you over like that. As soon as the meeting was done you made a beeline to the door, avoiding any chance of giving him time to talk to you.
âHey, Y/N!â JJ called out, catching up to you.
âHey, whatâs up?â
âNothing! I just noticed that necklace choker thing youâre wearing and I donât think Iâve ever seen it before. Is it new?â She asked, examining it.
âOh, uh, yeah,â you chuckled. âIt is new. You like it?â You smiled, trying to appreciate the comment without thinking about everything else associated with the new gift.
JJ nodded sweetly. âI do. It really suits you.â
âWhereâd you get it? You have a special someone in your life?â Emily was approaching you now, teasing, and you scoffed.
You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. âWith this job? I barely have time for myself, let alone someone else. Plus, men arenât worth the stress. I mean, thereâs nothing they can do that a good oleâ piece of silicon canât do better.â You joked.
Emily and JJ burst out with laughter, echoing sentiments of agreement.Â
âI donât get it.â You whipped around at the sound of Spencerâs voice behind you. He was staring at you, feigning some sort of innocence, but you knew. You knew he was doing this to mess with you.
âOh, donât worry about it Spence.â JJ giggled. âItâs not something you need to get.â
He shrugged in response, locking eyes with you before walking away.
"Can you imagine him in the bedroom?â Emily lowered her voice to be quieter. âI mean, heâs a human super-computer.â
âBefore you joined the team he made out with some girl in a pool while he was supposed to be acting as her bodyguard. Youâd be surprised.â JJ gossiped back, nudging you. âRemember that?â
You hadnât actually remembered that event until now. It wasnât really relevant to you, so you didnât particularly keep it in mind. You had only heard a few jokes and stories about it, anyway.
âI donât know whatâs more surprising, the kissing or the choosing him as a bodyguard.â Emily chuckled.
You were tuned out of the conversation. How long ago had that been? You couldnât remember exactly. Was he still in contact with her? He had never mentioned her before, sure, but you guys never really talked about that type of stuff.
âShe was some superstar actress too,â JJ elaborated. âFamous from being on some beach bikini babe TV show. Typical upcoming Hollywood starlet. I donât know how he managed to do it.â
You frowned. Fuck. Yeah. That girl had been gorgeous. And famous. And now he was messing around with you? âDo you think they still talk?â You tried to ask as casually as you could.
JJ thought about it for a moment. âWell, Iâve never heard anything about it, but heâd have been stupid not to keep in touch. I know she gave him her number.â
âWe should get Garcia to hack his phone records and check for any California area codes.â Emily laughed.
"Maybe we should.â You half-joked back absentmindedly. You werenât even sure if you really wanted to know if he still talked to her. It probably wouldâve been better if you hadnât remembered their whole affair altogether.
The three of you went your separate ways, walking to your desks, and you just sat and thought. A hand played at the velvet on your neck, fingers tracing over it. This whole thing with Spencer had made you feel more confused than any case you had ever worked in your life. Your job was to understand human behavior, and yet you were at a loss. You couldnât understand him, but even worse, you couldnât understand a thing about your own thoughts and feelings. Why were you so attached to a dude you had fucked a few times? Was it all just that weird post-sex sadness Spencer told you about? Was this normal? Or were you going insane, maybe? You couldnât tell. Or maybe you could. Maybe you had just been suppressing the answer to all your questions, shrouded in denial. Maybe you weren't bad at understanding your own behavior, maybe you were just bad at accepting it. You needed coffee, you decided, so you got up, walking past Spencerâs desk, avoiding looking at him at all costs. He watched as you walked by and you almost laughed. He was a genius, but he was so unaware. You couldnât blame him, you had been unaware of it too for a long time. But it seemed, despite your greatest efforts, it seemed you had fucked up. You thought your biggest mistake had been hooking up with him, but your mistakes had gone far beyond that. Oh, no. You had a much larger issue at hand. You had caught feelings for Spencer Reid.
AHHHH i love all bets are off but the fact that spencer doesnât account for his sub and aftercare makes me so angry >:( like itâs obvious she was dropping ya know
it angers me too, dumbass literally doenst use his brain wtf i thought he was supposed to have a good iq or something? dumb stupid idiot ur gonna cause me to write angst about how dumb you are. wait is that a spoiler?
hey guys, someone just brought to my attention a wattpad account thatâs stealing my one-shots and reposting them as if itâs their own work. iâve reported the story and wattpad should take it down soon, but it seems this user has done some shady shit a few times. anyway, iâm gonna be adding my one-shots to a legitimate work on my own wattpad soon, but uh. yeah. if you see anything not on one of the accounts linked here in my tumblr description, itâs not me.
