#i love salty bois okay?!

[kiutotakulady]

Need to get this out of my system as an ARMY so it's gon be a long post below... I'm sure anyone who listens to K-pop is aware of the MHJ vs Hybe drama at this point...Usually, I don't care for this sht cause the one I'm supporting is BTS, not the company itself. But as an ARMY I'm annoyed by it cause of the effect it has on our Bois while they're still enlisting! When I found out MHJ won a part of the court case, I knew it was coming with how much drama she created. But am salty about it & don't want to support anything from Ador anymore. So I went into Spotify & deleted all NJ songs from their first album to their latest from all my playlists cause I don't want to be counted in their stream numbers. I don't hate the girls, I even adore (no pun intended) them for their soft vocals and unique & cute fashion. But I'm just a casual listener of NJ to support "BTS little sisters" like I support TXT as BTS "little brothers". So even though I love their bubbly songs & personality I'm willing to stop all support for Ador even if it's just a small move. (am not a Bunnies/Tokki?? also I don't buy their albums & merch anyway) Regarding the girls, I also know some issues people had with their attitude which to be fair kinda sounds like they're acting like they're entitled. But my thought is no matter how they act or comment on MHJ about this drama, I see it as they're young & unfortunately being used by MHJ as a shield. People can change & maybe their attitudes were influenced by MHJ since we know how manipulative that woman is so I won't be quick to judge the young ones.

[highwayphantoms]

lmfao i send my dog to daycare so he can have some time around other dogs and of course NOW i get smacked with bitterness about shit from four fucking years ago

[blueflyingturtleontheway]

I know you like Elena and Gabe (platonic or romantic) but what are your thoughts on Eleteo?

Ah I let this post marinate for quite a while, sorry for that.

The short answer is - meh

As for the longer one...

I don't think I have any strong opinion on them? I'm not opposed to this ship by any means, and since eleteo shippers were the majority of the fandom for a long time, I often consumed the content made by them, but at the same time it just never really appealed to me. I can definitely see the arguments for it, objectively, and they did get a lot of ship tease (though that might also be just the fandom's influence) but it never really captured me, you know?

It might also be just because I'm kinda lukewarm towards Mateo in general so I suppose I didn't really see him as potential ship for Elena, whom I really like XD

So, yeah, I suppose this is my opinion. It neither warms me nor cools me, as we say in my language.

[butterfly-apocalypse]

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[robo-nya]

guess who made enough tips to get hammered B-)

[xianyoon]

"are you crying?" little 10 year old al-haitham says, in a bored voice. it's clear that he's just asking for the sake of asking – of checking up on you, the little boy is so ready to dive back into his books.

"n-no! i'm not... i promise."

"okay then. i'll go back to my books."

he feels the guilt pooling at the bottom of his stomach – there is something that feels innately wrong, leaving you on the playroom floor with a probably still-bleeding scratch – but he takes your words at face value.

you're fine.

"are you crying?" a much older al-haitham lifts your chin up by his thumb – your glassy tear-streaked face betrayed by the salty tears running down with their own will.

he thumbs your tears away with such gentleness that makes you think that he's making up for all the times little al-haitham had been so callous about your little self's tears.

"no! i'm not... i promise."

"you do realise that it's alright to cry?" your lover sighs, grabbing a tissue and dabbing the glistening tears away.

"uh-huh."

you're not fine – you love to say that you are, anyways. it's easier to brush the lamentable sadness away when your smile feels easier to put on.

"you can stop lying now, you know."

"i'm not crying!"

al-haitham just shakes his head and gathers you in his arms, placing a sweet kiss to your forehead; a subtle nod to a fate well learnt. you will always say that you're fine, crumbling to pieces . . . but don't worry. he'll always be there to help put you back together.

[auroralwriting]

his little finger

spencer reid x fem!hothead!reader

part two here

spencer has you wrapped around his finger; you'd do anything he said without question. your team can't quite understand it. little do they know you and spencer have an unsaid.. thing.

warnings: reader has a hot temper? is that a warning? | words: 1k short but sweet!

You were known to have a confident personality. You never let anyone shake you, that's why the team loved you so much. You were the sole, beating heart of Aaron Hotchner's team; you never let them give up. Not only, but you were kind of a badass. You knew how to profile amazingly, and you could hold your own if an unsub got a little too rough.

Something else you were known for? A hot temper.

Okay, maybe it could go a little bad sometimes, but you truly meant well. Like that time you accidentally made a teenage boy cry. To be fair, he was a potential unsub. He actually was the unsub, so not all was a total failure.

Today was different for you. The coffee shop you frequented before work was closed due to issues with the electrical systems. That put a chip in your day. How was one to thrive without coffee? Next, you forgot your badge at home, making you late for work since you had to retrieve it to even get into the building. That put a dent in your day.

Derek was known to be a funny guy. Not the kind of funny guy you'd actually laugh at, but the kind who kind of pissed you off sometimes. Yeah, that kind. While he meant well at heart, it just royally pissed you off. You couldn't help that!

You leaned your elbows on the table, listening to the coffee pour into your cup. "Hello my little fox," Penelope greeted, her face frowning when she saw the look on yours. "What's wrong?"

"Bad day so far," You muttered. "Everything's just going wrong."

"It's only seven," Derek said as he walked in, smile on his face. "Come on, sugar. Go on and sit down at your desk. I know how you like your coffee." You thanked Derek quickly as you went to your desk. It was right next to Spencer.

Oh, Spencer. The boy who fell hard for you, who made you fall for him. Neither of you knew that, though, your crushes remaining secret still. "Y/n," Spencer frowned, "what's wrong?"

"It's alright, Spence," You forced a small, pathetic smile. "Just a bad morning."

Spencer gave you a half smile, "Positive attitudes actually give you a higher likelihood of having a better day by ten to thirty percent," Spencer rambled, "and that actually is the same for social connections, being a twenty to forty percent. You're on the right track."

You loved Spencer's rambles. They were adorable. "Thanks, Spence." You smiled.

A few minutes later, Morgan came to your desk with your coffee in hand. "For you, sugar." He grinned like the Cheshire Cat. You quickly took a generous sip.

It left your lips quicker than it entered. You spit it out into the trash can next to your dest, face turning sour at the taste. It was so bitter, so salty. "What the hell, Morgan?!" You cried out, "What is this?"

"Salt, sugar." He teased.

Your face turned hot, "How old are you, six?" His face slowly fell as you became angrier, "Genuinely, how old are you? Because last I checked, children don't have jobs."

"Hey," Derek tried to calm you down. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to actually upset you."

"Oh, of course you didn't!" You replied with sarcasm dripping from your lips. "You just don't get when people don't want you to make them feel worse!"

Derek's face fell into a frown. You didn't mean to hurt his feelings, but you couldn't stop your words. "Y/n," Spencer said firmly, "Sit down, now."

Before you could even think, you followed his command. The whole event caught Penelope, Emily, Rossi, and JJ's attention. JJ was quick to rush over, grabbing your coffee. "I'll get you the right one, it's okay." She comforted as Emily quickly lead Derek away. Rossi and Garcia decided to mind their own business, smart.

You groaned, head in your hands. Spencer was quick to kneel by you, taking your hands into his own. "Y/n," He said softly, "Take a deep breath. I know, I know." You followed his instructions, inhaling and holding it like he demonstrated, softly letting it out after. "Good job, sweetheart, do it again for me, okay?"

After a few more times, your face cooled off. You closed your eyes, sighing. "I didn't mean to hurt his feelings."

"I know, he knows, too." Spencer assured. "He knows he was out of line. You reacted the same way anyone would. It's alright."

Spencer raised his hand to your face, softly brushing your cheek with his thumb. JJ walked over, unsure if she was ruining.. something?

"Hey, I got you your coffee," She hesitantly spoke. You looked up, reaching out quickly.

"Thanks," You mumbled, taking a cautious sip. When you realized the taste was right, you took a bigger sip, sighing at the warmth flooding down your throat.

Spencer gave you a small smile, "See? It's okay now."

You nodded with a smile, thanking him softly. He went back to his desk, re-opening his report. You did the same, clicking your pen open.

"Okay, now what the hell was that?" Derek asked, the previous team members crowding around Rossi's desk.

"I felt like I was walking in on them," JJ mumbled awkwardly. "The tension was so strong I thought it was gonna slice me clean in half."

Emily smiled, "I bet they're in love or something, only love can make a person react like that. She would've bitten anyone else's head off." Everyone mumbled in agreement.

"I bet two weeks," Rossi said after a moment.

"Nah, knowing Reid, it's gotta be more like three." Derek shook his head.

Emily laughed, "I bet a week and a half. Y/n's too badass to not admit it first."

"I don't think they ever will until we do for them." Penelope sighed, knowing how stubborn both individuals were.

"I say one week, solid." JJ nodded. "I felt that tension."

Hotch's voice came out of nowhere, "Four days."

Everyone turned around, shocked. "Hotch, you sure about that?" Derek asked, a slight tease in his voice. "You know them."

"I do," He nodded, "Four days. You'll see I'm right."

[sexilene]

boy nextdoor!jj is so hot hehe him choking me while he fucks me in a matting press AHHHH. want to see him smirking down at me through his floppy blonde hair wet with sweat as he puts his other hand over my mouth so my parents don’t wake up :3

ohmygoodness stop it right now. the way i smiled reading thisss pleaseeee!!! adding this to the kinktober list cuz why not!! #19 (ignore any spelling mistakes sorry lol!)

anotha little boynextdoor!jj x girlnextdoor!reader thought ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

when your boyfriend does manage to sneak in through the window by climbing on a tree…he usually spends the night. your parents go to sleep fairly early, like soon after dinner early, so that gives you and jj some alone time in the dark without worrying about one of your parents randomly entering your room to check on you. it's happened before and though jj is getting better at running to find a hiding spot, it's is not ideal.

your parents figure you like to fall asleep to the tv you have in your room watching your little movies, and that it’s the movies making the little sounds. while that is true on some nights, this time around both the tv, you and your boyfriend are making sounds.

“jay!” you squeal when he throws your legs over his shoulders, bending down again to press his flushed hard cock deeper into you. “shhh, gotta be quiet, like a little mouse, quiet okay?” he shushes you, your little movie still on in the background, providing a decent amount of light to illuminate his features and yours.

“uh huh…okay” you nod, still a little dazed due to the past two orgasms he gave you by fingering you a little over 20 minutes ago. once he pushes into your puffy pulsing heat, he wraps a strong hand around your throat and starts to squeeze down, causing you to furrow your eyebrows and grip the hand on your neck. jj is practically trapping you there, underneath him getting incessantly plowed by his big dick.

“wanna hold my hand?” he offers you the hand that’s not on your neck, you mewl at his sweetness, he’s still trying to make you feel as loved and safe as possible even if he is fucking you like he hates you.

“mhmm!”

“here babydoll” he takes your hand in his, the sounds of skin slapping skin faintly bouncing off the walls, not wanting to risk waking the whole neighborhood up with the way he really wants to be pounding into you right now.

your lips are swollen from his kisses, drool threatening to escape the corners of your lips, tear stains on your cheeks glisten due to the lighting, your hair all messy, and still jj thinks you look like the prettiest little thing.

“y’look cute, c’mere” your boyfriend grunts, pulling you up by your neck for another kiss, “harder jayjay, please harder!” you whisper, needy as ever.

“i know babe,” jj chokes you harder and uses his other hand to rub your clit in fast circles, “g’nna cum again!” you squeal out.

“gonna wake up your parents, hold on,” he takes his hand off your neck and covers your mouth to keep you from making any more loud noises, as much as he loves to hear them….

“alright kittie cat no more screamin’ or im gonna have to press your face into the pillow,” he whispers in your ear.

“mph- nmm” your words muffled by his big hand,

“yeaaaah good girl, almost done baby, just keep takin’ it…” he bends your legs back further into a mating press and starts thrusting in again. the position causing his dick to go in deeper and hit the spots that make you melt. that combined with the way both your bodies all sticky with sweat and how he smells all salty and musky, makes you roll your eyes back and then squeeze them shut.

“h-ha…shit, y’so warm and wet holy fuck i love you so much.” jj grits through his teeth, bringing that hand back down to play with your pulsing clit. you whine into his hand as you cum hardddd on his dick, squeezing him so hard he can barely pull out to thrust in again.

“shhh sh sh, there you go…reaaal yummy huh?” he coos, bringing that hand back up to choke you again, “baby girl likes getting choked huh? dont’cha?”

you try and make a sound but you just can’t with how hard he’s squeezing your neck. “yeeeeaaah she likes it, little pussy gushes on me when i squeeze your throat like…thisss…” he gives a few final hard sloppy thrusts, letting go of your neck to give you a breathing break, sweat dripping down his chest, before he shoots hot strings of cum into your cervix.

he doesn’t pull out to keep all that cum stuffed in you and bends down to give you wet sloppy ‘good job’ kisses, whispering an ‘i love you’ after every kiss.

“think we were pretty quiet this time?” your boyfriend whispers looking into your eyes, and all you can do is give him doe eyes, pout and let out a little “mph!” ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

[remuslupinslittleslut]

Poly!Marauders x Reader - First time

Poly!Marauders x Reader, it's her first time and they're all helping out. Also, it's so On Brand for James Potter to come in his pants while eating pussy. I love this man.

“So, you’re saying you’ve never… done it?” Sirius asks, looking at Y/N questioningly.

“Nice way to put it, Pads”, scolded Remus, reaching out to touch the cheek of their girlfriend.

“Uh, yeah, I guess”, she starts, “I mean, I’ve done… some stuff? But not, like, all of it?”

The boys share a look of… something new. Soon, three sets of hands are touching her, rubbing her thighs, arms, and sides.

“Do you… want to? With us?” Asks James, rubbing circles with his thumbs on her arms.

She’s playing with her hands in her lap, feeling her heart racing. Excitement started to take over the nervousness that had previously filled her body. She did want it, badly, but she was unsure of how to initiate, not knowing what was okay or how to best go about it.

“Yeah” she says, looking into James’ eyes, “Yeah, I want to.”

***

Not long after, she’s sitting against the headboard, back pressed against Sirius’ chest, lips locked with Remus and James’ lips kissing down her legs. They had promised to take the best of care of her, and she really could feel it, the love that encompassed her in this position. The arms of Sirius, wrapped around her waist, started to sneak under the fabric of her shirt, as Remus’ hands teased her nipples through the shirt.

“Baby, can I unbutton this?” Sirius asks from behind her, lips trailing kisses down her neck, leading to Remus receiving a moan in his mouth before she nods, telling the man behind her that yes he can.

Hands are running up her legs, rubbing at her thighs, sending shivers down her spine as her shirt finally comes undone, baring her tits for her little audience.

“So pretty, love”, murmurs Remus, sitting back and taking in the view.

James, too, leans up on his elbows to look at her, basking in her beauty, “Yeah babe, so pretty,” making her shy away from all the attention, trying to hide her face in Sirius’ hair.

“How’re you feeling, pretty girl?” Sirius asks her, reaching to grab at her pretty tits, feeling her arch her back against his chest.

“Uh huh, so good”, Y/N whines, feeling James’ hands creeping up her thighs, followed by his mouth, kissing, biting and nibbling at the skin. Her moans rise an octave as his hands reach the very top of her legs, fingers nudging her underwear.

“May I?” His glasses are completely askew and he’s looking up at her with wide eyes, shiny with anticipation, and when she nods he reaches all the way, rubbing at her clit through her panties, “How’s that feel baby?”

“Good, so good”, she’s getting whiny, the feeling of all three of them becoming overwhelming, “Remmy please, wanna feel you, kiss me?” And how could he ever say no to that? Leaning back down, he places one hand on her cheek, angling her face to be able to kiss her.

James taps her hips, indicating for her to lift so that he can pull her undies down, “Oh she’s so pretty”, he says, “Pretty little pussy… Pads, help me keep her legs open.” His friend complies, using his own legs to keep hers open, hands still running up and down her waist, sometimes coming up to grab at her tits.

Sploshy sounds fill the room as James’s lips stay locked against her wet pussy, his hips moving to rub himself against the mattress. Remus pulls away, again, “Do you like that, pretty girl? You like James eating your sweet cunt?” He asks, rubbing a thumb against her red and swollen lips, “I think you should put this pretty mouth to good use as well, don’t you?”

The question makes her blush a deep red, but she does think that so she nods, feeling that nervousness creep up again, but before she can think any more of it, Remus’ trousers and pants are off and he’s placing his hard, pink tipped cock right in her face. “Open up, baby”, he says, poking her lips with the head.

The taste is a bit strange, she thinks, salty and tangy, but not bad. She starts by licking around the tip, before opening up more to let him further in her mouth. At the same time, James’s fingers are working tirelessly against her clit, while his tongue licks around her hole, making her moan and whimper around Remus’ cock.

Remus has a firm hold around her neck, not really squeezing, just holding her in place as he lightly thrusts his hips, careful not to choke her. “So good, baby, such a sweet little mouth, yeah?” Her eyes open, looking up at him, “Yeah, you’re just made to take cock like this.”

In between her legs, James switches position, fingers plunging into her leaking hole, tongue rubbing circles on her sensitive bud. Her legs try to close, but Sirius’ legs keep her open for his friend, letting him feast on their girlfriend, while their other boyfriend fills her mouth. He can feel her getting closer, noticing how she gets more twitchy in the legs and her mouth turns slack around Remus. “So good, love, you can let go now, yeah just like that, let go, come all over James’ face, just like that, good girl”, Sirius is telling her to let go, and that with the praise sends her straight over the edge, juices flooding, covering James. Remus pulls out of her mouth, letting her breathe, and takes Sirius hand, bringing it to his cock. Watching their girl come, one of his boyfriends jerking his cock, Remus can’t do much but come, covering her chest in hot, white liquid.

“Jamie, please stop”, her hands go to his hair, pulling him off, “‘s too much, please.” He pulls away, face wet with her slick, and he looks sheepishly up at his three partners as they all notice the wet patch on his legs.

“Can you take more?” Asks Remus, coming down from his own orgasm. She nods, whimpering a simple yeah, “Good girl, then I think it’s about time Padfoot gets his turn with you, yeah?” Her eyes widen, but soon she’s turning in the lap of the aforementioned boy.

“Hi baby”, he says, finally facing her. Arms around her waist, holding her close

“Hey…”, her head nuzzling into the crook of his neck, smelling his hair, breathing it in.

“Gonna fuck you now, yeah? Gonna make you feel so good”, his hands reach down, grabbing her ass, spreading her cheeks slightly, “up a lil for me” he commands, and she raises herself up on her thighs, hovering over his lap. He frees himself from his pants, tugging himself a few times, “Allright, baby, now come down for me.” One hand on himself, the other on her hips, he aligns himself with her hole, letting her down, filling her up. They both moan at the intrusion, his eyes raising to look over her shoulder at their two boyfriends, eagerly watching the pair.

Sirius moves down a bit, laying down, letting her face stay in the place where his neck meets his shoulder, folding his legs and thrusting up into her. He winces as she bites his shoulder, in a desperate try not to scream out loud.

“Is this okay, baby?” He asks, warm hands rubbing her backside.

“Yeah, ‘s good, so good.” She feels like she’s on fire, her hole being perfectly stretched, g-spot consistently hit. It’s a new sensation, different from James’ fingers. When Sirius starts thrusting faster, holding onto her arse, practically splitting her in two, she goes into a very different headspace. It’s so good, so, so good, but also so so much and soon she’s coming, again, walls clamping down on Sirius’ cock, moans slipping from her mouth, stuck to her throat.

“Fuck, babe, you’re so good, so tight, love this little hole”, he’s, once again, whispering very dirty words in her ear, chasing his own orgasm. “Ah, huh, Siri, fuck, ah, please”, she’s whiny, moaning and whimpering, small hands clamping down on his upper arms, holding on for dear life.

“Ah that’s it, love, gonna come now, gonna fill you up”, and he does, and it’s amazing, yet another completely new sensation, sending her over the edge for a third time.

“Good job baby, took us all so well” “Yeah love, you did so well for us, gonna let you rest now”

“‘M gonna clean you up a lil, you just lay here though, such a good girl”

[saetoru]

tee you know what would he so funny and i keep thinking about? is if you were seen with one of the blue lock men’s friends or teammates, and then there’s a picture on the news like “y/n cheating on ___?” 💀 idk i just giggle into my hand at the idea

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。BLUE LOCK + RUMORS THAT YOU’RE DATING SOMEBODY ELSE

✩ — characters ⋮ itoshi sae, mikage reo, shidou ryusei ✩ — contents ⋮ fluff, gn! reader, established relationships, rather pouty and salty boys <3 ✩ — notes ⋮ nauurr this is actually so cute so i decided to turn them into kind of short drabbles w a few boys <3

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。ITOSHI SAE.

sae stares at his screen and blinks. you fight back a grin as he rereads the title, trying not to let out a small giggle.

“itoshi sae bested by little brother in love,” he reads blankly, and you almost think he doesn’t care if not for the way his hand clutches his phone a little tighter.

“sae, it’s not our fault, okay?” you chuckle, shuffling closer on the bed, wrapping yourself around him, “the paparazzi just caught us off guard. you know how they twist things for the headlines.” he does know—but still, he eyes you from the side before scrolling along the article and staring at more pictures of you and rin walking out of the convenience store.

“you went with rin? really?” he grumbles, eyeing a picture of you both laughing as you walk out the store. why is it so easy for rin to laugh at your jokes? more importantly, why is it so easy for you to laugh at his?

“well technically you were supposed to go with me, but you were being grumpy,” you huff, looking at him with raised brows.

it’s rare for both the brothers to be at their old childhood home at the same time, they never really get vacations that overlap enough to visit their parents together—and it’s never really been a priority for either of them with such an…estranged relationship. but this year’s a rare stroke of luck, and sae’s mother insists he brings you along with him for the ‘full family effect.’

except he rarely leaves the room if not to go for his jog or the gym—and you’re tired of being cooped up indoors all day. so when he opts for staying in to rewatch a match when you practically beg him to go to the convenience store around the corner with you, and rin so graciously offers to walk with you to grab a few things himself—how could you decline?

“i wasn’t being grumpy,” he says bitterly, “i was busy. it’s different.”

“well, me and rin had a blast,” you tease, pointing at the pictures on his phone, “as you can see.”

“shut up,” he scowls, locking his phone and crossing his arms. it’s cute to see him like this—slightly jealous and petulant as he tries to shrug it off like he doesn’t care. you giggle, leaning to peck his cheek.

“so? how does it feel to have your brother steal the love of your life?”

“i don’t know,” he rolls his eyes, “seems to me like you came crawling right back to me in the end.”

“not taking it well, huh,” you say amused—and finally, he wraps a loose arm around your figure as you sprawl yourself on his chest, leaning up to kiss his jaw. “you know how you can win me back over? taking me to the store next time i ask.”

“oh trust me,” he says with a sour look on his face, making you snort as you poke his nose, “you’re not walking past that door without me next time.”

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。MIKAGE REO.

reo is distraught.

“look at these comments,” he cries, shoving his phone in your face.

“reo,” you try to fight back a giggle, reaching over to ruffle his hair affectionately as you try to soothe his crisis, “it’ll blow over, don’t worry. me and nagi were just getting snacks.”

“yeah but they’re completely trashing me,” he whines, eyes all but popping out of his sockets as he reads the comments on the twitter post, “‘you know you’re lame when even your money isn’t enough to keep someone?’ what does that even mean?”

“it means you’re losing your charm,” you tease, cackling when he throws you a soft glare from his spot on the couch. he’s scooches away from you, sitting on the opposite end as he holds up a hand.

“you stay on your half,” he huffs, “i don’t want to sit with a cheater.”

“i didn’t cheat!” you snort, “we went to get snacks for you too—”

“yeah and you forgot them,” he glares.

“i said sorry!”

“well, it doesn’t help,” he pouts as he turns back to his phone, glaring at his screen as he reads the way some of the comments are now claiming you and nagi are a cute couple. it makes his brows furrow as a vein all but pops in his forehead, making you bite your lip so as not to laugh and hurt your boyfriend’s already painfully bruised ego.

“baby, you know you’re the only guy for me,” you grin, shuffling over to his side of the couch, giggling as you cling to him while he tries to (gently) shove you off.

“i don’t know,” he grumbles, “clearly i’m not since you haven’t even defended me in these comments.”

“i’ll make sure to tell them your money still has all the appeal,” you grin, earning a sharp look from him as you throw your head back and laugh. “i’m kidding.”

“you’re not,” he mumbles, crossing his arms. he looks cute like this—makes your heart soar as you lean closer and cup his cheeks and press soft kisses along his face. and even as he tries to fight it, he can’t help but smile a little and lean into your touch.

“i’ll make sure to defend your honor in the comments,” you murmur, biting his cheek playfully. he turns, leans in for a peck to the lips as he sighs.

“you better,” he mutters, “these people are ruthless.”

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。SHIDOU RYUSEI.

shidou is a nightmare if you’ve ever met one—makes your life increasingly difficult because how dare someone write an article that hints that what’s his could be anyone else’s?

“what do you want for dinner?” you ask, sighing as he shrugs.

“oh, i don’t know,” he grins condescendingly, “why don’t you let your other boyfriend decide?”

“ryusei—”

“if i see him, he’s gonna be one with the concrete, i’ll tell you that.”

“don’t even think about getting into trouble. that’s your teammate,” you pinch your nose, trying to be the one and only voice of reason there evidently is, “we just saw each other at the store and said hi—”

“why did he need to say hi?” he growls, crossing his arms as he stares at his screen again, eyeing the title of the article that’s single handedly spoiled your afternoon with a moody boyfriend in your hands. “i should teach him a lesson—”

“you should do no such thing—”

“you know what? i don’t even care,” he says suddenly, and there’s too much of a wicked grin on his face for you to feel at ease about his sudden turn of mood.

“ryusei.” your voice comes out as a warning, but he pays it mind.

“yeah, babe?” he says sweetly, scrolling through his phone and making your stomach churn as you walk over.

“what are you—” and then there’s a buzz of your phone, cutting you off as you hesitantly glance at it in your hand, noticing the mention you have from him. “what did you do?” you narrow your eyes.

“nothing,” he shrugs, “just cleared the air.”

and if you were unsettled before, you’re certainly concerned now because shidou ryusei taking matters into his own hands can only mean a headache for you and serious damage control for his team. you groan, rubbing your temple as you prepare yourself for the worst case scenario.

“what could you possibly—are you kidding me, ryusei? are you out of your mind?” you stare at the picture he’s posted, one of him practically sucking your face off in the middle of god knows where—when did he even get this picture? and who took it? but as quickly as the questions pop into your head, you decide just as fast that you don’t even want to know.

“that’ll teach ‘em,” he grins darkly, and he has the audacity to look proud of himself, earning himself a harsh glare from you. he only snickers, grabs you by the wrist and tugs you onto his lap on the couch. “wanna recreate the picture?” he grins widely.

“no i want to delete the picture,” you grumble.

“not an option,” he says smugly, and then his lips are on yours—and even if he’s shaved ten years off your life, you think it’s at least a good thing that he’s back to his usual self.

i want to have a lil salty sae in my bed immediately.

[vanteguccir]

── ୨୧ !　𝗙𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗦

　　　　　　　　　𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x reader

SUMMARY: Where Y/N has severe low blood pressure, but seems to forget about it when getting up too quickly, causing her to pass out, but her boyfriend, Matt, is there to help her come back.

WARNING: Fainting.

REQUESTED?: Yes, by @heartzz4k

AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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"Do you want some popcorn, baby?" Y/N asked in a whisper, turning her head slightly to the right side, her eyes running over Matt's side profile.

Matt gently caressed the girl's legs that rested on top of his own, humming and reaching for the TV remote, pausing the movie.

"Yes, please." He nodded, finally looking back at her, a small smile appearing on his face. "You want help?"

"No, baby. I got this." Y/N muttered, receiving an "okay" from Matt, who grabbed his phone from the bedside table, ready to distract himself while he waited for his girlfriend and the food.

Y/N straightened her position on the bed before throwing her legs off the mattress, standing up abruptly.

She took minimal steps forward before feeling an immense heat rise through her body. Her skin felt like it was burning, and her heart started racing as her feet and hands felt numb. Her vision went completely dark, thousands of white dots flashing in the middle of the pitch black.

Y/N tried to lean on the mattress, but the distance between her hand and the bed made her lose her balance. Her legs weakened, causing her body to hit the floor with a dull thud, her mind blacking out instantly.

Matt lifted his head abruptly at the sound, his brow furrowed as his eyes searched for its source. A shock went through his brain when he saw his girlfriend lying on the floor.

The boy quickly crawled onto the bed until he reached the other side of the mattress, throwing himself on the floor, crouching down and sitting on top of his own bent legs.

"Hey baby, come on, talk to me." His eyes roamed the girl's body frantically, waiting for a reaction, only then realizing that his girlfriend was completely unconscious.

Y/N had severe low blood pressure, which caused her body and mind to weaken with the simplest things, from not eating much throughout the day or not eating anything salty, to standing up abruptly from a sitting or lying position; Matt knew about that, having witnessed several situations in which his girl went unconscious or almost, already knowing how to deal with it.

He quickly turned her body so that she was lying upright on the floor and face up, his hands worked on lifting her legs a few centimeters off the floor, carefully watching her body's reactions.

It didn't take more than seconds and soon his blue eyes caught the fingers of his girlfriend's hands moving slightly - almost imperceptibly -, followed by her eyelids trembling, her eyelashes caressing her cheeks with the movements.

"There you go, baby. Open your eyes for me." Matt asked in a low voice, stroking her ankles gently, waiting for Y/N to wake up so he could let them go.

"Matt?" Her voice was airy, her eyes slowly opening as her pupils seemed to try to adapt to the environment around herself.

"Yes, baby. It's Matt." The brunette finally released her legs, slowly resting her heels on the floor before crawling to the side of Y/N's head. He placed his right hand on her cheek, pushing back the strands of hair that was on her face and caressing the soft skin with the tip of his fingers.

"Hey." Y/N whispered, finally managing to open her eyes fully, focusing on Matt's face, which was bent over hers, watching her intently.

"Hi my love, are you back with me?" His voice was soft, a smile stretching on his face as he saw the red color of her cheeks slowly return.

Y/N nodded, finally feeling her senses fully. She smiled and closed her eyes for a few seconds, enjoying Matt's caresses.

The girl slowly lifted her torso, sitting on the cold floor, crossing her legs and resting her right thigh on Matt's bent knees.

"I'm sorry." She muttered, lowering her head in shame for interrupting their movie afternoon.

"Hey, no. Don't apologize. It's natural of your body, and it's okay." Matt interrupted her self-deprecation, his right hand traveling to Y/N's chin, pressing the area upwards so that she lifted her head again, their eyes connecting. "Okay?"

"Okay." She whispered back, her tongue escaping her lips momentarily, wetting them.

Matt quickly extended his torso, standing on his knees on the floor, his hand grabbing the Stanley cup full of water that always sat on the nightstand on Y/N's side of the bed. She always felt thirsty at night but hated having to get up and go to the kitchen.

"Here. Drink, sweetheart." He brought the cup closer to Y/N's face, pressing the pink straw against his girl's bottom lip, watching her carefully as she opened her mouth slightly, taking small sips of the contents. "There you go."

His hand holding the cup moved away from Y/N's face after she appeared satisfied, pushing his hand slightly.

"Are you feeling any pain? You hit the ground pretty hard, baby." Matt's tone was full of concern, his eyes inspecting the exposed skin of her body for any injuries.

"My shoulder is sore, I think I must have fallen on it." Y/N frowned, her hands traveling to her pained shoulder, touching the area lightly, a wince escaping her lips.

"It's okay, baby. Don't press it to avoid making it worse. I'm going to get some ice so we can put it there before it turns purple." He lifted himself off the ground, placing the cup on the bedside table again.

Matt curved his upper body slightly, sealing his lips over the top of Y/N's head for a few seconds, exhaling her sweet smell.

"I love you, I'll be right back." He murmured against his girl's hair before straightening his spine and walking out of the room in quick steps.

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[lowkeyremi]

YOU’RE DOING GREAT, MAMA !

pairing: ushijima x fem!reader note: this has been in my drafts foreverrrr. it’s finally seeing the world thank God. i need to write more abt toshi summary: your husband comforts you through postpartum depression. content: angst, fluff, bittersweet moments, marriage, implied pregnancy, reader doubts her ability to be a mother, etc

The three of you returned home after three days in the hospital. During those three days you haven’t really been yourself at all.

Your baby boy, Nao was born healthy and strong. He’s doing all the normal stuff a newborn should do, but for some reason when you look at his tiny face you feel dread pitted deeply in your stomach.

Shouldn’t you feel joy when you see your little baby’s face? A lump forms in your throat as you start to think of the worst outcomes. Are you… rejecting your child? There’s no way. You and your husband spent months waiting for little Nao’s arrival. You were so excited setting up his room and buying him stuff. The ultrasounds were also very amusing to look at.

None of that excitement remains right now. “You must be tired, honey. Since you’ve already nursed him I’ll put him to sleep.” Wakatoshi pulls you out of your saddening thoughts. He shoots you a look of worry, because you’re clutching your chest tight, like you’re struggling to breathe.

“O-okay. Thank you ‘Toshi.” A faux smile crosses your face just to try and reassure your husband. He walks off to Nao’s nursery with his baby carrier in hand, but you know that he knows you well enough to ask what’s wrong later.

While your husband put Nao to sleep you changed out of your clothes into some comfy pajamas and you head to the bathroom to pee, brush your teeth and wash your face.

As the minty paste foams in your mouth you start thinking about your son again and you don’t even notice that you’re crying until-

“Sweetheart, why are you crying?” His voice comes soft and he uses his big hands to wipe away your salty tears.

You spit out the toothpaste, and in a few seconds you’re rinsing your toothbrush and your mouth out.

“I’m not sure- I just- I-” you pause letting out a shuttering breath, how do you even explain something like this? “I’m not as excited about Nao as I had been before he was born…”

Wakatoshi engulfs you in a hug from behind. “I’ve noticed at the hospital how you didn’t want to hold him much.” He too pauses before continuing on, “I was reading into this a few months earlier, but many women get postpartum depression after their baby is born.”

“This doesn’t make any sense, we just brought a life into this world and I don’t even feel any excitement about it.” Wakatoshi rubs small comforting circles onto your stomach which hasn’t completely gone back to its normal size.

“‘Toshi am I a terrible mother already?” You ask looking at him through the mirror. His brows furrow at the suggestion and he shakes his head violently which almost cheers you up because it’s so out of character for him.

“Not at all. Please do not talk about yourself that way. You’re going to be an amazing mother. Just give it some time.” He’s telling the truth, Wakatoshi is nothing but brutally honest about things, so you have no choice but to believe him.

Although, everything feels like it’s not okay, you allow your husband to comfort you through these baby blues. It won’t last forever, you tell yourself, as you put your toothbrush back in the cup.

Wakatoshi kisses your temple, it’s so soft and delicate. “We’ve created a beautiful baby boy and he’s going to grow up with the most loving parents.” He means that too, Wakatoshi grew up in a divided household so it’s no wonder he wants his son to grow up in a household that’s warm and loving.

“You’re right, we’ll raise our baby boy the best we can. Thank you ‘Toshi. I really needed to hear that. I was starting to spiral.” He squeezes you in a hug again.

“It’s nothing, and if you ever feel yourself in these baby blues again, just let me know, so I can remind you that you’re a great mother.” What in the world did you do to deserve this man?

©𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐊𝐄𝐘𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈 All works are written by me! Please do not copy, translate, or upload onto other sites thanks!

[dorkszn]

okay, i know we love logan with controversially young s/o but what about logan with dilf reader?

thinking about LOGAN and dilf!reader…

logan who’s never had much care for kids, or atleast tries to say that he hasn’t had much care for kids. ( rogue and laura know that isn’t true. ) so he was a little more than irritated when a kid who didn’t look anymore older than 8 came running down the hallways of the x-mansion. wearing the xavier institute uniform sloppily.

he was about to grab the kid, maybe trip him just to get a little laugh out of the situation. but instead his eyes turned to you, jogging around the corner. dressed in your little dad-like outfit of a button up and jeans, your shirt not all the way tucked in and your belt a little loose on your waist, your buttons not all the way done up and showing off your collarbone. the small and somehow hottest little eyebags under your eyes. the watch on your wrist that makes the veins in your hands look a little more pronounced. your hands look so soft. were they supposed to look that soft?

when logan finally snaps his eyes away from you, he grabs the kid by his jacket just as he goes to run by. a cigar between his lips and his other hand in his pocket.

“hey!” your child said while squirming in logan’s hold which doesn’t looosen at all. you let out a relieved breath and slow slightly.

“jeez, thanks, man. little shit is quicker than he looks,” you chuckle slightly awkwardly as you approach your child and logan. you wrap your arm around your child, putting him in the lightest headlock. he giggles and squirms in your hold. you weren’t even that muscular, why did your arms look so good when you did that?

“yeah, no problem,” logan mumbles simply as he blows out a puff of smoke.

“i’m not that fast, papa, you’re just old!” your child says from in your hold with a teasing grin. a grin that looked just like yours. you playfully glare down at the boy before digging your left knuckles into his hair that looked just like yours. gosh, did the mother’s genes even try?

logan can’t help but notice the lack of a ring on your left ring finger and gosh, if he had a tail, how wildly it would be wagging right now.

“im not that old, you little shit. im barely even forty yet,” you scoff at your son over the sound of his giggles. you then turn to the man that was still standing beside the two of you. “thanks again…” you trail off, waiting for his name.

“logan,” he answers gruffly, still glancing between you and your offspring.

“logan. s’nice to meet you,” you respond, offering him your warm, dad grin and your right hand. and suddenly being a step-dad doesn’t sound so bad to him.

“you too,” logan hums, taking your hand. and he doesn’t want to let go. you’ve got that firm shake and soft, warm palm that makes his old heart race. you then give him your name and your son’s name. “nice to meet you, kid.”

your son sticks his tongue out in response to logan, clearly still salty about getting caught. you frown down at him and flick him in his neck which makes him let out a small yelp followed by a whine. in return he tries to dash off again, only for you to grab him and toss him over your shoulder with a small grunt. “alright, that’s enough for today, squirt.” you tell your son.

“let me down!” he huffs, weakly hitting and pounding at your back and tugging on your shirt anything to get down.

“see you around, logan.” you sigh, offering the man another warm but now slightly tired smile. he doesn’t even speak as he watches you walk off with your son over your shoulder and your shirt riding up slightly due to his squirming.

all he can do is stand there and think. he doesn’t care if it wasn’t scientifically possible. he doesn’t care if it took him several rounds and all night. he was gonna get you pregnant. because you with another kid and one of his? that thought is enough motivate him alone.

[avocado-writing]

Oh maybe dp+w poly with sick reader? Nothing too angsty but I love the idea of having those two as your nurses when you’re out of commission for a few days 😭

You simply cannot stop shivering. It’s been racking your body like this for hours. It feels like your fucking skeleton is trying to escape, your teeth chattering in a way which would be almost comical if it didn’t fucking suck.

This morning you didn’t wake up feeling great, and your boys noticed. Logan can always smell when something is wrong, which Wade never tires of mocking him over (“what is it girl? Is there trouble at the old mill?” “Fuck off, Wilson.”) so when you had a slight temperature change, he was immediately at your side, rough hand on your forehead.

“You okay, bub?” voice quiet. Intimate. Concerned. You’d waved him away.

“Yeah, I’ll get some OJ and take it easy. Probably a seasonal thing, don’t even worry about it.”

Wade had cocked his head to the side. “If you’re not well, pookie, we can stay here. We can go and kill people any day. We only get one of you.”

But you knew they’d been trying to make a habit of sorting out local crime, proving they were good guys (you knew they were. They just needed to show it to themselves, it seemed) so you’d waved them off.

That had been a mistake. As soon as they walk in, stinking of blood and exhausted to the bone, a dual look of horror crosses their faces.

“Ah, fuck,” mutters Logan. He’s by your side at an instant, sliding his hands under your blanket in order to lift you into his lap. Fuck, he’s like a hot water bottle - you immediately snuggle into his chest to feel the warmth. “Baby, we shouldn’t have left you.”

Wade closes in, moving a finger side to side so that you follow it with your eyes. “Are you okay, sweetheart? How many handsome men do you see?”

“Two,” you chuckle, and Wade makes a show of tutting.

“Well you’re wrong there. Let’s be honest, only one of us is likely to win PEOPLE’s sexiest man alive award again, honey.”

You’re not sure what he means but he makes you smile, anyway.

“Wade, you’re handsome.”

“And you’re sick. I’m gonna go and get you some chicken soup, then we’re gonna sit here and watch that absolutely terrible show you like all night,” he announces, reaching over to give you a kiss on the forehead. “Haha, ew. Sweaty. I still love you though. Hold down the fort, peanut.” He reaches over to kiss Logan on the forehead too, who is remarkably accepting of it.

“Love you.” You hum as he peels off his suit and grabs some sweatpants, before moving your head to look up at Logan. “Love you too.”

Logan mutters it back, his lips buried into your crown, like he can will you better with the force of his affection.

Maybe, between them, they just might.

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[luveline]

jade! i’d love to see anything with eddie and roan <3 i miss my man and my child

eddie and roan | ty for requesting <3

“Get lost.” 

“You get lost, you weirdo.” 

“I’m serious, go play somewhere else.” 

Steve frowns, shaking the fist of his Barbie at Eddie in outrage. “This is supposed to be a playdate. You can’t just boss me around.” 

“No, this is dinner. You were invited over for dinner.” 

“And Roan employed me to build some deep backstory for her characters!” 

Roan sits in your lap at the dinner table, nowhere near their playing. She has cracker crumbs falling from her mouth as she asks, “Wait, are they talking about me?” 

“Don’t think so,” Robin says, a butter knife in hand. She spreads thick, salty butter from one corner of a cracker to the other, cheddar dust falling from it like orange snow. 

You’re pleasantly surprised when she hands it to you. 

“I’m trying to get these sweet ladies dressed and you’re messing up their outfits,” Eddie says. 

“I’m not messing them up, they just look stupid when you dress them.” 

“I know how they looked in the box, okay? I should. I paid for them.” 

“That’s not true. I bought this one.” Steve holds up a Barbie with a flight attendant’s outfit on. 

“And I bought the bug scientist one!” you add from your seat. Like with Roan, cracker crumbs try their hardest to fall down your shirt. A Metallica one, Eddie’s influence. 

“I know how they look,” Eddie affirms. 

“So what? They’re toys, you don’t have to dress them up like they came in the box. Roan, can you please do me a big huge favour and tell your daddy he’s being too strict with me?” 

Steve’s pouts at her, but Eddie’s daughter is loyal to her father. “Daddy always dresses them the best, sorry,” Roan says. 

“My angel,” Eddie says, a mutter, distracted by a Barbie where he wrestles a coat over plastic arms. “Thanks, baby.” 

She licks her fingertip. “Y’welcome.” 

You squeeze your arms around her waist and steal a slice of cheese from the paper plate in front of her. 

“Don’t let him draw you into their fighting. Anyone would think they’re the kids,” Robin says. 

“I resent that!” Eddie says, as Steve calls, “Shut it, Buckley, nobody asked you!” 

“I asked, Aunt Robin,” Roan says. 

The boys tussle over a pair of plastic shoes. Robin just sighs, like she’s seen it a hundred times before. “Thank you, Ro. I hate when they do this.” 

You’re enjoying it, but maybe the novelty wears off. 

“Babe?” Eddie calls. 

“Yeah?” Steve asks. 

“Fuck off a second. Sweetheart?” 

“Yeah?” you ask. 

“Can you get that plate of cheese out for Roan, please?” 

You snort and grab another cracker from the tub. “What does he think I’m doing?” you ask Roan in a whisper. “What, I’m just sitting here watching him play with your dollies?” 

“He’s silly,” Roan whispers back, giggling. 

A pink high heel the size of your fingernail pings off the side of Eddie’s head. “Can you pay attention to me? I’m trying to get her ready for the catwalk and you’re not helping.” 

“I don’t know,” you say, shrugging with a smile. They seem like they’re actually having fun, under their exaggerated spats. “It looks like a good time.” 

[babygorewhore]

•You’re lime green jello and you can’t even admit it to yourself•

Summery: Spencer Reid finally shows the BAU his girlfriend at dinner. They can’t believe how such a shy, nerdy guy pulled a famous goth playboy bunny model. After you tease him relentlessly, he has to show you exactly who’s in charge.

Warnings! Reader is Jennifer check coded! Dom/Sub dynamic! Pussy slapping! Choking! Degrading! Praise! Oral! Fem receiving! Unprotected sex! Breeding kink! Multiple orgasms! Sir! Kink!

“Relax, kid. We’re not gonna eat her.” Derek Morgan nudged Spencer with a muscular elbow and the younger male sighed, puffing his cheeks out.

“I know but-I’m just not sure she’s gonna fit in.” Spencer responded and Emily prentiss rolled her eyes across from him.

“Reid, just because she’s your first girlfriend doesn’t mean you need to be sweating bullets.”

“She’s not my first-okay maybe she’s my first official girlfriend,” Spencer admitted.

His team surrounded him at the round table as they watched the clock at the restaurant. A welcome break after chasing unsubs every week.

The entrance opened and Spencer turned to see you walk through the doors. You were carrying a pink purse. Your polished chunky boots tapped the floor, black short skirt and black tank top hovered above your belly button ring. A g white string peeking out in the corners. Your skin was littered with tattoos and your hair was nearly braided in two.

Your makeup was flawless and sealed with bold lipstick. You saw Spencer and gave him a brilliant smile.

“Holy hell, kid. Your girlfriend is the playboy bunny model?” Derek breathed out your actual name and Spencer ducked his head with a dimpled grin.

“Wow, Spence. She’s gorgeous.” JJ admired as you confidently stepped to the table.

You leaned down, planting yourself onto Spencer’s lap and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Pressing your lips to his cheek, “Mmm, hi baby! Missed so much during the shoot. God, you look so salty.” You mused and ran your hand through his curls.

“Salty?” Derek parroted as he watched you make yourself comfortable.

“It’s um her way of saying a compliment.” Spencer chuckled as you scrunch your nose and gave him a little pout. “Awww, why are you all shy? Is this your team?” You whisper in his ear, causing goosebumps on his skin.

“Yeah! This is agent Derek Morgan, Agent Jennifer Jareau who we call JJ, Emily Prentiss and Penelope Garcia is coming back now.” He nervously stated and you squealed when you saw Garcia walking towards the table.

“Hi! I love your outfit! It’s so fun!” You stuck out your hand for the blonde to shake.

“Thank you! Spencer Reid, you didn’t tell us that your girlfriend was THE playboy model!” Spencer sputtered as Garcia rambled to Derek about how you revolutionized being a goth model but you smirked a little watching their chemistry.

“Are they like…together?” You whispered in Spencer’s ear and he turned to answer but you kissed him quickly.

“You fell for it again! God, Spencer…you’re so gullible!” You giggle and swing up from his legs.

You reach down and grab Emily’s hand, shocking the brunette. “I’m like totally tired from my shoot. Come with me to order? I want to get to know Spencer’s coworkers.”

Emily casts Spencer a look, signaling confusion and slight fear but she holds your ringed fingers as she takes you to the window to place an order.

“Damn, man. She’s got you wrapped around her little finger.” Derek scoffed and Garcia smacked his chest.

“Shut it, hot stuff. Our pretty boy scored a supermodel and we’re gonna be happy for him.”

“I am happy for him, baby girl but-“ She proceeded to pinch his lips shut with her fingers and Spencer chuckled as you returned with a soda hand in hand with Emily.

You quirked an eyebrow, “Shut up! You were totally talking about me when I left weren’t you?”

“I-No! I was just-“

“Don’t play coy with me Mr. Reid!” You tease and move next to him. Spencer’s cheeks flush bright red as you set your hand on his slim thigh.

“God, isn’t he so fucking hot?” You coo at him and his teammates glance around.

“Should we give you two some privacy?” JJ offers and you laugh.

“No, it’s fine. I don’t think Spencer’s used to all the compliments I give him. I’m obsessed with him.” You extend your neck to the side, showing a necklace with a S initial on it.

“I wear his letter proudly.”

The dinner went on with you preening and doting on Spencer as he quietly spoke. His team joined in conversation as you all ate the meal before you. When it was time to leave, you wrapped your hand around Spencer’s bicep as you both stood.

“Is it still okay for me to stay the night with you? My driver just brought me straight here.”

Spencer nodded. “Yeah, of course. Do you need anything before we go to my apartment?”

You shake your head and nuzzle into his shoulder. “Mmmm, no. Just need you.”

“Oh, shit.” Garcia smirked at your tone and Spencer flicked his hair out of his face.

“I’ll see you guys later.” He waved at his coworkers and led you silently to his car. As he opened the passenger seat, he hovered his lips above your ear.

“I hope you enjoyed yourself, Angel. Because when we get home, I’m gonna have to teach you something.”

You nervously stepped through his apartment door and you felt Spencer’s hands massage your shoulders. “Did you enjoy that? Treating me like some sort of lost puppy?” His voice was soft but held a familiar authority.

You turn your head, “I was just messing around-“

“Shhh, see there’s just no use in excuses. Didn’t we talk about that? About what happens when you act like that in public?” You heard him unbuckle his belt. “I get to show you who controls the leash.”

You felt pressure and leather around your throat causing you to moan. Your panties dampened as Spencer led you into the bedroom. His curtains were pulled shut and his dozens of books neatly adorned shelves. He cupped your jaw tightly from behind, “It’s kinda funny actually, everyone thinks that I’m some sort of weak little boy when it comes to you but if only they knew how most of the time,” he pushes you chest down on the bed your ass sticking up while he still holds the belt.

“I make you my little slut.”

You whine and your chest squeezes inside your bra as he tightens hold of the leather. “Now, are you too choked out to remember how this works? Or do you need a reminder on how to use your words?” His volume remained low and steady.

“I’m sorry, sir! I’m so sorry, sir!” You whine and attempt to free yourself but Spencer wasn’t having it.

He wasn’t a large man by any means but he was stronger than he looked. He pulled down your skirt, showing your thong and ass. He clicked his tongue and gave it a squeeze.

“It’s really a shame you had to be such a brat, baby. Otherwise I would have worshiped you like a princess.” He sighed. “But unfortunately, you had to act like that.”

Your core fluttered as you felt him flip you over, landing you on your back as he pulled back the belt. Spencer’s brown eyes were almost black with lust as he admired his handy work. “Spread your legs.” He ordered.

You obeyed and exposed your lopsided panties. Spencer ran his fingers along your cunt, gathering the growing wetness before he gave you pussy a slap. You jolted but he only slapped it harder.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it, bunny. You knew exactly what was going to happen. You wanted to push my buttons, hmm?” Spencer mused as you squirmed as he continued smacking your cunt.

“I’m-sorry-sir!” You whimpered between his punishing slaps. Spencer tilted his head and pursed his lips in mock consideration.

“I think you know exactly how to make this up to me. Are you going to be a good bunny and take it for me? Are you going to-“ He noticed your eyes squeezed shut, “Open your eyes and look at what you did!” His sudden increase of voice made a tingle run down your spine. He never yelled.

“Do you think this is a game?” You shook your head but he nodded. “Oh, you do. You know the rules. You don’t get to put your mouth on me. The rest of the night.”

You gasp as Spencer finally tears away your thong, tossing it in the corner and he pulls you to the edge of the bed.

“For such a brat, you have such a fuckin pretty pussy.” He groaned and knelt on the floor. You threw your head back as he buried his face in your pussy.

His tongue worked you over deeply, he had memorized your body perfectly and his hands held your knees apart. Spencer lapped at your cunt and clit like a man starved as your vision went white.

“Fuck, mmmm, Spencer! I’m gonna cum-“ You breathe and Spencer moans into your pussy.

“Cum for me. Cum on my face.” Your stomach uncoils but he doesn’t stop there.

Spencer manhandles you on your hands and knees, his chin glistening with your arousal. He yanked down his pants and boxers, his dick throbbing so hard he felt like he was going to explode. “I don’t even have to jerk myself off before I fuck you. I love it when you act like a whore.” He hisses as he shoves into your cunt.

You cry out and he sticks his fingers in your mouth.

“Yeah? You’re screaming already? So desperate you’re gonna cum again before I do.” He taunts as he thrusts into you with wild force. Your hands keep yourself upright on the mattress and you grip the blankets.

“Spencer, god, i needed it so bad! I like making you jealous.” You admit and Spencer pulls out his fingers from your lips.

“Yeah and it worked. Now, I’m going to breed you and plug up my cum. Then no one will ever wonder who you belong to.” His filthy words send you over the edge again and you cream on his dick. You roll your hips against him and Spencer empties his cum in your cunt.

He grunts heavily in your ear as he fucks you through your orgasm. His cock twitching as he sits back. He pulls you onto his lap, your back pressed against his chest.

“Come on, doll. You can give me more. You’re going to be a good girl now, right?” He huffs and you moan.

“Yes, sir! I promise!” Your eyes filled with tears as pleasure overwhelms you.

“Bounce on it. You want to act like you’re in charge? Bounce on my dick like the slut you are.” He growls and you obey him. Your tits bounce as you ride his dick, your third climax approaching quickly.

“I’m just going to make you cum over and over again until you’re brainless. Only able to say Yes, sir.” You mewl as you spill onto his cock again, your skin burning with lust as your body trembles. Your cunt slipping easily as Spencer makes you continue to stay on.

“You should have thought of that. Now, you’re going to watch me jerk off and you’re going to sit on one of your little toys.”

You wanted to protest but you knew it was the price to pay. Making him lime green jello definitely had consequences.

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