Body Language, Pt. 1

Body Language, Pt. 1

Part 2:

https://justanotherfandomloser.tumblr.com/post/645851107666591744/body-language-pt-2

Part 3:

https://justanotherfandomloser.tumblr.com/post/645923305711370240/body-language-pt-3

You jogged up the stairs, sneakers hitting the old, carpeted apartment building steps harder than normal. You reached your floor, stuffed your hand in your go-bag and fumbled for your keys. As you pulled them out, you jammed the only silver one into the lock and twisted, throwing the door open angrily. It had been a BAD day. You worked at the BAU, in Quantico, VA. You had been working a case today that heavily involved BDSM play. It was full of jokes from Derek and flirting from Penelope. They weren’t the issue, though. 

It was your boyfriend, Spencer Reid. Every time dominance and submission was brought up, he glanced your way, his body turning slightly towards you. You would catch him staring at your body, biting his pretty pink lip until a visible dent appeared. No doubt what his eidetic memory and vivid imagination were up to trouble. 

How could he let his body language run away from him like that? We’re surrounded by profilers, for god’s sake. I know Emily and JJ noticed, it’s hard to keep anything like this from them. At least that’s how Spencer was acting. He left the BAU at the normal clock-out time, but I stayed to do some extra file work for the case we had finished. It was a clean shot from Rossi, but the Unsub did die, so there was bound to be more paperwork to complete. You saw Spencer’s eyes catch yours on his way out. You just glared, and saw his eyebrows draw together in slight fear. He’s a genius... he’ll figure out what he’d done.

As I closed my last file, I looked up to see Hotch exiting his office and walking towards the clear doors towards the elevator. I placed the file in the plastic holder in the corner of my desk, then gathered up my go-bag and coat to follow my superior. I jogged towards the elevator, which he held for me before it closed at the last second. 

“Hey,” I said, worn-out and irritated. I did my best to keep my tone neutral and polite, as he was my superior. Not to mention he was someone I respected as a person. I knew he could tell something was wrong, though. He frowned slightly, lips pursing together. 

“Everything okay?” He asked, fully knowing that something was up.

“Yeah, everything’s fine. Just a stressful day, boss,” I said, trying to add a chuckle at the end. I hadn’t convinced him, but it didn’t seem like he was going to press any further. 

“Okay. Just tell me if there’s anything you need.” 

I nodded.

“Thanks, Hotch,” I said, genuinely grateful to the man standing beside me. He nodded towards me, and I returned it. He exited the elevator first. I followed, walking to my car in the underground parking lot. The drive home only 20 minutes, but seemed like forever. I had been thinking about Spencer’s obvious behavior all the way to our shared apartment, and was seething by the time I got out.

※※※

I tossed my keys on the stand next to the door, and set my bag down on the end of the couch. 

Where is he?

I quickly looked around the room, a kitchen off to the side, and a living room connected to it. It wasn’t a huge apartment, but it worked for us. I noticed soft noises coming from down the small hall where our bedroom and bathroom were located. I growled under my breath and made my way down the hallway. The noises became louder as I approached the closed bedroom. Discernable moans came from behind the door.

I knocked roughly and flung it open.

The sight I was met with filled me to the brim with even more anger. Spencer was sprawled out on the bed, his hair mussed and his clothes on the floor. His hand shot up from his dick, and he pulled himself up to the headboard of the bed. 

“(Y-Y/n), l-let me explain,” he rushed, eyes wide, voice high and squeaky. I simply stared at him, letting the fear turn over in his mind. I knew he wouldn’t be able to handle it much longer. Seeing the sweat on his forehead leading down to his terrified eyes made me want to tie him up and ruin him right that second. But he would have to wait. 

Torturing him was the best part.

A.N. - 

Ahhh this is just the first part, I’ll finish it soon. t/y!

Update-

I’ve finished all three parts. My first actual thing on here, tysm for reading! I only started it in 2nd person POV, the rest of it it 1st person POV

Body Language, Pt. 3

Part 1:

https://justanotherfandomloser.tumblr.com/post/642653179122794496/body-language-pt-1

Part 2:

   https://justanotherfandomloser.tumblr.com/post/645851107666591744/body-language-pt-2

I crossed over to him and laced my fingers into his long hair, pulling him to meet my lips in passionate kiss. At first he was hesitant, confused as to why I was kissing him instead of punishing him.

Oh, we were just getting started.

※※※

Spencer tugged against the ropes that tied his wrists together and to the bed. I had also bound his legs to the bottom of the bedframe, but unlike his arms, they were spread wide. I chuckled at his weak attempt at a struggle. Blowing out the match in front of candle I had just lit on the dresser, I turned to him.

I had taken off everything but my bra and underwear, which were both black and lacy.

“Really, Doctor?” I said, knowing he loved the use of the honorific, especially in the bedroom., “Now you’re trying to get out of this punishment? I don’t think so,” I drawled. He let his head hit the pillows, huffing in frustration. I stepped towards him, asking him the most important question before I began to touch him. “Safe word?”

“G-gravity,” he breathed.

“Good boy,” I said as I ran a finger from his collarbone continually down his torso, causing him to whimper softly.  My finger stopped at his hips, “You were so transparent today, Doctor. I bet half of the team knows we’re having sex now,” I cooed as gripping his pale skin with my hands. I climbed on the bed, straddling his stomach with my thighs. “Is that what you wanted, boy? Showing the whole team how submissive you really are? How I can make eye contact with you and already have you begging at my feet?” I teased, rocking back and forth slightly. He shuddered and began to say something, but stopped short when his eyes met mine. “What was that, pretty boy?” I asked, leaning closer to his face. He shook his head, looking regretful already. “Answer me,” I said sternly.

“How do they know that I-I’m not the dominant?” He said quietly, but with a hint of annoyance. 

Any mercy that I had was immediately gone. I yanked his head back by his hair and he moaned loudly, “Really, boy? Now you’re going to talk back to me?” I snarled, “How they know that I’m the dominant is because they can read your body language better than you know how to control it,” I seethed. “How you always have your head down, hands behind your back when someone is yelling, how you look up from under your eyelashes when you’re shy?” I began, nipping at his neck to prove each point. “How about when you called me ‘Miss’ on our last case, and couldn’t make eye contact with anyone after you realized what you might have given away? That’s how they know you aren’t in control here, Pet,” I hissed, sucking at his neck harshly while he whimpered underneath me. I slid down his body, until I was settled comfortably between his legs. The tip of my finger traced spirals from his hipbones all the way to his base. I suddenly gripped him in my hand, hearing a yelp from above me.

“P-please!” he said in desperate voice.

“I know you can do better than that, slut,” I said, slapping his thigh, “Come on, pretty boy, you can do better.”

“Mistress please touch me, I can be good, please,  please,” he begged.

“How pathetic,” I started, “But then again, I do love it when you beg.” I took him in my hand, slowly pumping as he hissed and moaned. “Do you like this, baby?” I asked, nipping at his thighs. 

“Ah- yes!” he cried. He began to tremble as my hand moved faster and faster. His whimper as I pulled my hand away abruptly made me smirk. 

“Oh, you didn’t think you would get to come, did you?” I laughed, “This is a punishment, boy, not a reward.” I reached over to the corner of the mattress, picking up a cock ring and slipping it on him. He groaned. I picked up a small remote, and pressed a button. Spencer cried out as the ring vibrated. “Aw baby, it’s so easy to get you desperate,” I whispered, moving up to his chest, “Only a hand-job and a vibrating ring and you’re already crying for more?” I said, licking over the purple marks on his neck, causing him to cry out another time. “Oh pretty boy, we haven’t even gotten to the best part,” I said sultrily, sliding off of him and the bed as I grabbed the black, still-lit candle, a leather riding crop, and a thick tie from his drawer. I put the candle and crop down beside the bed, while I tied the tie around his eyes as a blindfold. “Is this okay, pretty boy?” I asked, I saw him nod, “And what’s your safe word again?”

“Gravity,” he breathed. 

“We haven’t done a lot of temperature play, so you have to use your safe word if you get uncomfortable at any time, do you understand me?” I said, a little sternly so as to get my point across. I knew if I didn’t remind him of it, he wouldn’t say anything unless he was on the verge of a panic attack. 

“Y-yes Ma’am,” he said, trying to stifle a moan at the vibrations that continued to radiate through his cock. 

“Good boy,” I said, causing his lips to twitch into a smile. I picked up the riding crop, and began tracing it all over his soft, exposed skin. I heard him breathing lightly in anticipation. His face looked confused when I brought it away from his body, but moaned loudly when it smacked his inner thigh. I repeated this a few more times, watching him begin to wriggle his body in excited nervousness. 

I dipped a finger in the wax, and touched it to his neck. He whimpered, causing me to stop.

“Please k-keep going,” he breathed. I was glad it wasn’t a sound of distress. It gave me pleasure to give him pleasure. I held the candle above his chest, tipping it very slightly to the side, so the wax would drip out and onto him. He moaned in a high pitch as the wax hit his body, and kept on making obscene noises as I moved the black candle lower and lower. “Ngh- fuck!” he moaned loudly as the wax reached his lower pelvic area, right above where I had begun to tease him.

I tilted it back upright and crossed back to place it again on the dresser, making him whine at the loss of the pleasantly painful heat. 

Yet again, I crouched between his legs on the bed.

“You’ve been sooo good, Spencer,” I said, tracing one finger over his tip. He bit his lip to keep from crying out again. 

I grabbed the cock ring and slipped it off quickly, immediately replacing it with my mouth. He let out a strangled whine as I bobbed my head at an excruciatingly slow pace.

“Ma-am, I- fuck, ah, fuck!” he cried, throwing his head back again. I hummed, letting the vibrations go through his cock.

I paused, “You have to use your words, Pet,” I whispered, “Tell me what you want me to do...” I trailed off lowly.

“Faster!” he yelped. I slapped his thigh, hard.

“Manners,” I growled

“Mistress please go faster! Please, I need to-” I smirked and cut him off mid-sentence by slipping my lips back around is hard cock, swirling my tongue around and gripping his thighs hard enough to leave bruises.

“Agh- p-please! I-” he cried out. I bobbed my head faster and faster, moaning into him, the vibrations from my mouth bringing him closer to the edge.

He started shaking, and I could tell what was about to happen.

“I-I’m going to-ah! I’m- ngghhh-”

I quickly lifted myself up is body and ripped the tie from his face.

“Look me in the eyes when you come,” I commanded. He blushed and threw his head back momentarily. As he reached his climax, I dragged my nails down his thighs and locked eyes with him as he sobbed and came in my mouth. I swallowed most of it, hating the taste as always. But he liked watching me swallow, and he had earned it. I quickly turned and released his legs from the restraints.

Spencer’s body collapsed against the sheets, legs trembling and panting heavily, trying to catch his breath. I climbed up his limp body one last time, resting my palms against the sides of his face and kissing him passionately. 

I pulled away, “I love you, Spencer,” I whispered, pressing my lips back to his, softly this time. I reached up and untied his wrists as well. He hummed into the kiss, opening his eyes and bringing his hand up to stroke my cheek.

“I love you too, (Y/n),” he whispered back. I pressed my forehead to his, then gently climbed off and tip toed to the bathroom, coming back with a cool, wet towel. I wiped the wax, sweat, and drops of what I didn’t swallow from his body. After I finished, I tossed the soft rag into the bathroom, and crawled into bed beside him. We were both sweating, so I left the sheets crumpled at the end of the bed. I rested his head on my shoulder, closing his eyes softly. Suddenly, he looked up at me with concern.

“Hey, are you okay pretty boy?” I asked, stroking my hand through his curls. 

“Yes, I just realized you didn’t-”

“Sshh, baby it’s okay,” I said soothingly, “You’re tired baby, I’m not going to ask you to do anything today.”

He frowned at me, pushing off me and sliding from the bed to his knees on the floor. I smiled and shook my head lying down on my stomach with my arms hanging off the bed. I combed a hand through his hair again, “Aww Pet it’s okay, we can rest for now baby boy,” I said. 

He furrowed his brows and shook his head. He whispered something but I couldn’t quite hear him.

“Raise your voice, love,” I said gently.

“I want you to r-ride my face,” he said softly, looking up at me with puppy eyes. I just smiled. 

“Alright boy, but you better make it quick, we have dinner with the team in 20 minutes,” I laughed. Spencer’s eyes widened, looking down to the bruises on his wrists softly touching the marks on his neck. He groaned.

“Uh-uh! I don’t need your complaining, show me how much you appreciate what I did for you, pretty boy,” I teased playfully.

※※※

It’s safe to say we were a little late for that dinner.

Justice for Tristyn Bailey

http://chng.it/24SY26xg24

A week ago, early in the morning hours of Sunday, May 9, Trystan Bailey was last seen alive at the Durban Amenity Center. By 10am, she was reported missing by her family.

She was a 13-year-old 7th grader that went to Patriot Oaks Academy in St. Augustine, FL. She was a successful, passionate, and active member of the First Coach cheerleading community. She received many recognitions for her compassionate personality and dedicated work ethic.

That Sunday afternoon, around 12 hours since she was last seen, her body was found in a wooded area near a retention pond by a local church.

She was raped, stabbed, and her head was beaten.

A 14-year-old boy named Aiden Fucci was arrested and charged with Tristyn’s murder. They went to the same school, and lived in the same neighborhood. Mutual friends of Tristyn and Fucci also commented that they were friends at school.

After he was obtained by the police, he posted a picture on Snapchat saying “Has anyone seen Tristyn lately?”

Fucci was charged as a juvenile with second-degree murder. Murder meets the parameters for Fucci to be tried as an adult, and why should he not be?

He killed a 13-year-old, and has proven to show absolutely NO remorse.

This girl had hopes and desires and plans for the future just like the rest of us. She had a favorite color and a favorite song. She had a favorite memory and favorite friend to talk to in the hallway at school. She had a room she had spent time decorating, a makeup routine for her cheer competitions. None of that is here anymore, because of Aiden Fucci.

The link at the top is a petition on Change. org to give Tristyn justice.

FUCKING EXACTLY. I’m biologically female and can’t use tampons and it’s so uncomfortable now and was honestly terrifying when I was young and needed supplies and they only had like... huge tampons to offer. I hate that people who menstruate are shamed for what they do or don’t stop DEAD UTERAL LINING FROM LEAKING THROUGH THEIR PANTS. Like what the actual fuck society ?

also i literally do not care whether you prefer pads or tampons but the fact that in almost every situation where free period supplies are available, they’re tampons, and this is just assumed to be fine (or people like campaigning for “free tampons” rather than “free menstrual products”) upsets me bc there are a lot of people who use pads who cannot use tampons and i don’t understand why tampons are considered not just the default but the only option worth mentioning

Pierre

(Listen to Pierre be Ryn Weaver while reading)

- I can’t let him in, you call up me up and ask me how I’ve been, I call your bluff and keep on telling, telling, telling you lies -

“Hey... how have you been?” I heard Spencer’s voice ask. He sounded different.

“Fine, yeah,” I said, trying to sound distracted. Maybe if he thought I was distracted he’d think I’m over him. 

“That... that’s good. I just wanted to ask, day’s been... kind of boring,” he replied. We were both silent for a few long seconds.

“I don’t think that’s why you called me,” I blurted. I heard him take a breath. I’d normally get upset and emotional right about now, but I decided that I didn’t care. Not now.

- Danced in the desert in the pouring rain, drank with the devil and forgot my name, woke with somebody when the morning came. No one there to shame me for my youth... ‘cause I wouldn't be with you - 

“I’ve been doing everything I can, and it worked for awhile,” I said, “I went to out to Arizona to visit my sister and I got drunk and slept with someone I didn’t know. And I did it because you aren’t around to tell me what’s right for me anymore. You never even had that right and you somehow still managed to lose it.” I finished.

- And I’ll keep on telling, telling, telling you lies -

“And I’ve been doing fine without you,” I said. I realized I had repeated myself twice. “I’ve been doing fine.” I reiterated. Before he could say anything, hung up and threw the handheld house phone across the room. I was lucky it landed on a chair cushion.

“I’ve been doing fine,” I said, this time to myself.

- Count down to the day they may come true -

“I’ve been doing fine.”

writing prompts but make them all ridiculous quotes from people i know

1. "If you hand me more Goldfish, I am going to scream." 2. "You've never fucking played Scrabble?!" 3. "This is one thing you can't fix with a Periodic Table." 4. "Are you actually high right now?" 5. "LET'S MAKE POWERPOINTS!" 6. "Can't we just be gay in a frog-themed cottage together?" 7. "THERE'S VODKA IN THIS JUICE BOX, YOU CAN'T HAVE IT!" 8. "Ya know, these murder hunts really makes me crave Skittles." 9. "Is my calf buff or fat?" 10. "Raspberries and raspberry PopTarts are basically the same thing." 11. "I couldn't find my husband!" 12. "My knees are moist!" 13. "No pink, no dolls, no Madonna." 14. "I guess spines just really turn me on." 15. "I'm mentally doing the FitnessGram Pacer Test." 16. "I'm a whore for books." 17. "Wearing a blindfold can be very educational... depending on who you're with." 18. "Well... she died. But not in a bad way!" 19. "I'm less Professor Snape and mre Ms. Frizzle." 20. "He thinks it's orange juice!" 21. "I will NOT lose this war they don't know they're participating in!" 22. "Quick, say something so I don't come off hetero." 23. "DID YOU JUST GET PROPOSITIONED?"