Fifty Shades of Reid

A/N: This isn't smut. This is just an idea I have for a book. I would love someone to collaborate with. (Aka someone to write the smut for the book while I write the story) Also the name is a WIP. Which do you prefer Fifty Shades of Reid or Off Limits?


Spoilers for season 12
















Everyone's like prison Reid can rail me but I'm like post prison Reid can rail me.


reidsbau wrote the stories that inspired this. (Only like one is BDSM though, and I made a reading list if you want to check 'em out)


OMS! 20K reads! Any ideas how to celebrate?? Maybe this new book?


Obviously this isn't the most innocent thing I've written but it's more innocent than what I've read. Okay now on with it.


Y/n Jareau, always living in the shadow of your older sister, JJ.


It didn't matter that you were a best selling author. JJ was an FBI agent who saved lives and married with two adorable sons.


You had a genetic thing, primary ovarian insufficiency/ abnormal ovarian development. You were born without any eggs. It was physically impossible for you to get pregnant.


You accepted the fact that you couldn't have kids long ago. You saved a lot of money because you didn't have to buy period products or birth control.


You were into some things. (BDSM, what does that stand for? Bondage, Degradation, Sadism, Mm no idea)


Anyways you were at some event party thing where singles could pair up. There were colored wristbands to mean different things.


Dominant: Red


Submissive: Blue


Switch: Purple


No idea I've literally never done this before: lime green


You were a switch so you were a purple wristband. You did prefer to be dominant but all the red wristbands were already taken. You scanned the room and noticed there were no guys wearing a blue wristband but there was one wearing a lime green wristband.


You were shocked when you recognized the one guy wearing a lime green wristband.


It was your sister's best friend, Dr. Spencer Reid. He looked different from what you remembered, hotter. You heard he went to prison. That must be why.


"Oh my god, Y/n" said Spencer.


You stirred your drink, "Dr. Spencer Reid. Never thought I'd see you here"


"So how long have you been doing this kind of stuff?"


"Eight years"


That's right. You were pretty experienced. An ex boyfriend of yours got you in it, Christian Graham. You weren't always on the scene but when you weren't, you had a boyfriend or a partner.


Spencer told you, "That's a long time. You must be real experienced"


"I am. Just don't tell JJ" you joked.


Gods know what JJ would do if she found out. You knew she'd disapprove. She was always protective of you after what happened with Roslyn.


He said, "I won't if..."


You told him, "If what doctor? Because she'll know you're here if you tell"


"You're right. You know if you just said you were for research, I would've believed you"


"But that'd be a lie"


Spencer said, "You knows I hear it's good to start with someone you know"


You reached out and touched his arm, "I think they mean a boyfriend or girlfriend, not your best friend's younger and much more attractive sister"


"You sure about that?"


He pulled you close to him. You always wanted to have a thing with him but JJ said he was off limits. That just made him 10x more attractive. You may have dreamed about it once or twice. Or another way of saying it, you'd always low key wanted him to rail you, now more than ever.


"What are you proposing, Dr. Reid?" you asked.


He replied, "I think you know what I'm proposing"


"But what about JJ?"


"She doesn't have you know"


"Okay, Doctor, you have me intrigued"


Reid whispered into your ear, "Why don't we go back to your place to discuss this?"


His voice sent chills down your spine. You took his hand and left the party with him. How he could be so forward, you didn't know. That didn't match how JJ described him: socially awkward, loner, genius, pretty boy, you can't f*ck him. It made you wonder if he had ever thought about doing it with you.


"My place?" you questioned.


Spencer confessed, "Well I don't really have anything at my place"


"Alright but I'm not driving"


The entire car ride you just gave him directions to your house. You weren't exactly sure what was about to happen. Whether it'd end up being a one time thing or something longer.


Spencer shut the front door behind you, "So now what?"


"And here I thought you had a proposal" you said.


"You know I've never done this before"


"But you have had sex before, right?"


"Yeah, once"


Only ONCE? Damn, you must seem like a slut compared to his sainthood.


You told him, "Oh Dr. Reid, you have so much to learn"


"So will you teach me? About BDSM and all that?" he asked.


"Maybe but I need a good reason to not just push you out this door and pretend this never happened"


You knew that wasn't going to happen but he didn't know that.


"I um" started Spencer.


You said, "You really have no skills do you?"


"It's why I need you to teach me"


"Alright but you have to pass a test"


Before he could even ask a question about your 'test', you took off your shirt. You wanted to see how he'd react to you.


"What are you doing?" He asked.


You ignored his question. You grabbed his waist and pulled him close to you. He looked down then he looked up at you in the eyes. It was obvious he had no idea what you were doing and how to pass your 'test'


You looked him up and down. You saw his reaction and he passed your test.


You let him go, "Alright doctor Reid. The test is over"


He told you, "You know you can just call me Spencer right?"


"Yeah but doctor just sounds really sexy"


"Okay. Did I pass?"


"Considering my shirt is still off, what do you think?"


"I passed, right?"


"Yes you did but before we get started we need to talk"


"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea"


He tried to give you your shirt back but you were fine with it off. You led him to the couch sat on his lap.


You started messing with his hands, "First we need to establish some rules like what we won't get in to and what you'd like to try"


"Okay" he said.


"First rule, no profiling me"


There were no objections to that rule.


You let go of his hands and moved up his arms,
"Second should go without saying but no telling anyone without the permission of the other"


He didn't look at your boobs like most guys you knew would have done instead he looked in the eyes, "Got it"


"Now I consider this one the most important but that's just me. The third rule will be no seeing any one else"


Once again no objections.


You told him, "Now you come up with some"


He came up with his own rules, "Okay, no blindfolds. No breathe play"


You didn't object to either. You didn't like the idea of being choked and not seeing what was being done to you.


Spencer told you, "Um I'll contact you from a disposable burner phone instead of my normal phone"


A little odd but you figured it'd help keep it a secret and you didn't want JJ finding out about what you were about to get into with Spencer Reid.


You responded, "Okay"


He said, "We only do this here at your place"


This one confused you. Most guys you knew preferred to do it at their place. One guy even had a whole dedicated to BDSM. That was a little creepy.


You shifted your position and wrapped your legs around him, "You need a safety word in case things get too rough for you"


Most guys you knew would've argued that you were the one who needed a safety word him but Spencer didn't argue and instead told you, "Pumpernickel"


"Pumpernickel?" you questioned.


"Yeah"


That was a weird word to chose but you didn't question hiss word choice any further.


You told him, "One last thing"


"What is it?" said Spencer


You rubbed his arms that were more muscular than you expected,"I want to call you something. Now if you don't like it, I won't call you it"


"What is it?" He asked again.


You leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Daddy"


You had never called anyone that before. You had been saving that nickname for just the right guy. 


He told you, "I like it"


You messed with your lips, "Are you sure about that? Do you wanna be my daddy?"


"Yeah I do"


"Good now what do you want to start with, daddy?"


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I don't do smut! So if you want this to be a story, I need a volunteer to write the smut parts. Otherwise it'll be shorter and I'll skip the smut.

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