#i'm red just queuing this lmao

[lovelyhan]

Okay, you still have a spot. Great. I thought they'd be filled so, I didn't send anything lmao. Insomnia has its perks.

This is deeply self-indulgent and I'd love more Hao from you. So, hear me out, Minghao with a breeding kink. I feel like it doesn't get enough attention especially given how much that man gravitates towards babies lol. Like he and Reader visit Cheol's and see him with his new baby and, Hao's like oh, wait a minute. I think this is making me feel some type of way.

— terrified ⟢

minghao has a knack for keeping the things you tell him in mind. from your favorite brand of wine to how the idea of bearing children terrifies you—he remembers all of it. so your husband is in a bit of a crisis when he realizes that this newfound desire to start a family kind of clashes with something you trusted him to respect.

★ FEATURING; minghao x f!reader

★ WORD COUNT; 4.4k words

★ TAGS; idolverse, established relationship, hao trying (and failing) to play it cool about the wanting-to-be-a-father thing, brief discussion abt family planning, this is only a little sad bc hao has overthinkeritis, smut (MINORS DNI!)

★ WARNINGS; mentions of pregnancy and childbirth but nothing too graphic

★ NOTES; i scheduled to post this when it hit exactly 12 midnight in rj's timezone just in time for her birthday :> (pls look away if i got the schedule wrong,,,) i'm not really back yet bcs this is a queued post, but happy birthday, beloved. i love you more than i can say directly, so i decided to just write a fic for you instead! hopefully, i can come back and torment you with every other seventeen member BUT cheol soon :3c

★ SMUT TAGS; unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie, multiple rounds, mating press, hao is just really feral in this yk

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★ MINGHAO TAGLIST; @haoxiaoba - @jeonride - @coffeestay - @hyvnae

In the height of his career as an idol, Xu Minghao filmed a certain piece of content where he was asked a normal question to which he responded with a slightly controversial answer.

"How many kids do you want in the future?"

"Oh, It's not me who'll give birth, so I can't be the one to decide."

It's a response that made waves on the Internet during the week the video was first posted—a reaction from both fans and casual netizens alike that Minghao definitely did not anticipate that he would receive when they packed up the set several months prior.

It's pretty much the logical answer, isn't it? Sure, he'd love to have kids someday, but the quantity isn't something he should decide on without his non-existent partner's input.

Minghao learns further down the road, when he finally meets and eventually gets together with you, that the number of children isn't the only thing that a couple should mutually agree on.

"I don't really want to have kids..."

You tell him this during a spontaneous date he deigned to take you out on. He just came back from a tour packed with a long list of stops and even if he should probably catch up on some sleep, he opted to have a picnic with you at the park because of how much he missed you.

Your cheeks are stuffed with a few bites of pie, thoughtfully chewing as you wait for Minghao's response to your sudden confession. If he didn't know you as well as he does, he wouldn't have sensed the waves of anxiety rolling off of you in waves—as if you're waiting for him to get mad at you for simply being honest.

Mingao heaves a quiet sigh before he pulls you into his chest—a tiny squeak caught in your throat after swallowing your food.

"Hey, that doesn't make me love you any less," he murmurs, pressing his lips on top of your head. "I know bearing children can be terrifying and painful, so I completely understand."

For a moment, your brow dips, a soft frown tugging at your lips. "I-It's not that I'm terrified... Okay, maybe a little. But—"

Minghao promptly silences your protests with a firm kiss on your lips—one that you find yourself easily melting into given the time and distance that's separated you until this moment. He smiles against your mouth, glad that you can be honest with him about things like this.

"No buts, if you don't want to have kids, that's alright," he murmurs before pulling away. "Maybe we can just get a dog. You're already close with Mingyu, aren't you?"

That makes you snicker. "You're so mean."

It's a brief exchange that Minghao doesn't really think about again for several years. After all, his career as an idol was at an all-time high. As much as he wants to settle down with you and start the next phase of his life, he's certain that he shouldn't step out of the limelight just yet.

But it doesn't take long for time to catch up with him.

One by one, his brothers are off to fulfill their mandatory service and the group's activities are at a momentary standstill. Those who were left behind go their separate ways for a while—Joshua expanding his solo promotions in the US and Jun taking up more brand sponsorships in China.

Minghao chose to stay in Seoul mostly for your sake, and the fact that this city is the only common ground between him and the rest of the boys. When Vernon and Seungkwan enlisted together, it was around the time that Seungcheol and Jeonghan came back with overgrown buzzcuts, while Joshua landed in Incheon for the first time in two years.

It was also the time when you and Minghao got married.

The event was celebrated among close friends and family with only a brief news article about the marriage of SEVENTEEN's The8 allowed by the company to circulate for a while. They did a good job at keeping things hush hush, and Minghao thinks it's only because it's been more than a decade since his debut that they're being so lenient.

But even if they weren't, nothing would stop Xu Minghao from making you his wife either way.

It takes a few more years for all thirteen of them to get back together again, but when they do, the first thing that Seungcheol does is invite everybody to his daughter's first birthday.

Minghao has met baby Suri a handful of times in the past. Seungcheol's wife visits them at the company from time to time, wheeling Suri's stroller into the practice room as her uncles all fawn over her until she's crying. For some reason, the only people the infant seems to tolerate are Jun and Seokmin.

It's pretty much the same scene during the party. Seokmin and Jun are the only ones allowed within a one-meter radius from Seungcheol's baby girl to prevent an incurable crying episode in the middle of the celebration. Soonyoung was not happy with the fact that he can't personally give Suri the little tiger plush he got for her, but Minghao thinks it's for the best.

But then, as everyone was finishing up with dinner, he saw you walk up to Seungcheol's wife with a familiar sparkle in your eyes. You're staring at Suri who's all dressed up for her party with a look of endearment—nearly gushing with how animatedly you're speaking with her mother.

Minghao doesn't think much of it. You and her have always gotten along for as long as he can remember.

What does catch him completely off-guard, however, is the fact that Suri is being handed into your arms and you let it all happen without much of a fuss.

Chan was in the middle of telling him about this martial arts move that he'd wanted to choreograph into a dance but as much as he wants to give the younger man advice, his gaze is completely glued to the sight of you with Suri in cradled against your chest.

It's one thing to see a woman holding a baby. It's another to see his wife do the same thing.

"Hao, look!" You quickly call him over when you catch his eyes in the crowd. "Suri thinks I'm worthy! It's been five minutes since her mom handed her over and she's still not crying."

The sight is so adorable that Minghao abruptly excuses himself from his conversation with Chan to rush towards you with clipped strides. His heart thunders inside his chest as you visibly dote on Seungcheol's daughter, and he isn't sure if he wants to give the feeling a name.

It eventually fades into a barely there throb in his chest when he drives back home for the evening. You quickly fill the silence with your attempts at looking at some properties in this newly opened residential area near the freeway and as always, your husband lends a willing ear.

"It's a little far from your company building, but it's much more spacious than our apartment right now," you chuckle, face alight with the glow of your screen as you scroll through the property's details on your phone.

Minghao hums before pulling over at a red light. "Hm? Isn't our place alright as it is? Why would we need the extra space?"

He half-expected you to answer with something along the lines of, so I can have more space to keep my book collection in or so you can have enough room to practice at home if you want to.

But all you do is let out an uneasy laugh, locking your phone before depositing it in the cupholder on the middle console.

"Y-Yeah, you're right. That was a bit silly of me."

The next time Minghao unwittingly makes the connection with you and the prospect of having kids is when Seungkwan's nephews are in Seoul for a couple of weeks.

While he and his sister are off to run errands every now and again, they typically ask Jun to watch over the kids because out of all the members, he's definitely the only one who can be trusted around children. Even more than those who are actual fathers.

But it just so happens that Jun is all the way in Shanghai to shoot for a historical drama, and for some reason, Seungkwan thought it would be a good idea to drop his nephews off at Minghao's doorstep.

"You're pretty decent with kids and your wife can take care of anything," Seungkwan praises while he ushers four year-old Hanjun into the room and eight month-old Jiren into your arms. "We'll be back for them after lunch!"

It's just as Seungkwan said though: Minghao is pretty decent with kids and you can take care of anything.

While waiting for lunch to cook in the kitchen, you both do your part in entertaining the children—Minghao pointing out different shapes and animals in the picture book from Hanjun's backpack while you quietly feed Jiren the baby formula that Seungkwan's sister prepared in advance.

So distracted with the sight of your soft gaze transfixed on the baby in your arms, Minghao barely notices it when the soup he's prepared starts to overflow from the pot. You scold him for being so distracted before he shuffles into the kitchen with his tail between his legs.

As he salvages what's left of the soup, Minghao tries to pull himself together. Sure, it's been a few years since you two tied the knot, but you made it clear years ago that children wasn't on the table when it comes to the two of you.

It's something that you both agreed on even before marriage, and Minghao isn't about to break your trust by saying he suddenly wants kids all because seeing them in your arms makes his brain short-circuit. He has more tact than that.

"Is it just me or are you acting a little weird?"

For some reason, you choose later that evening to corner him in the quiet of your bedroom. Minghao was just getting ready to sleep when you turned to face him with a frown.

"Weird how?" he wonders, praying that you wouldn't single him out like you probably will.

"I don't know, you were looking at me funny when I was giving Jiren his formula," you point out. "You only do that when you want something from me."

Your words make him sigh. Of course his wife would catch onto every nuance of his actions—even from his stare alone.

"And what do you think it is that I want?"

"Xu Minghao, we're already married. Cut the games and just tell me what's on your mind."

God, he really couldn't love you any more than he does now.

It takes several minutes, but you and your husband eventually migrate to the living room—cups of hot chocolate in hand as you patiently wait for Minghao to open up about something he's been keeping to himself for a while now.

He's rightfully nervous—hands clammy around the ceramic of the mug that matches yours. It's Game of Thrones-themed with a dragon's neck acting as a handle. You kept insisting at the souvenir shop that its selling point was the unique design, but Minghao was pretty sure you were excited by the fact that the printed text changes color depending on the drink's temperature.

With that memory suddenly drifting into his mind, the tension ebbs from his shoulders. Though he tends to forget, you're the last person who'll condemn him for what he's about to say to you.

"I've been thinking of starting a family with you," he admits—hitting his point straight to the roots. "But... I always brushed it aside because I know how you feel about kids. I don't want to force you into something you don't want."

It's in times like this where silence is more deafening than actual noise. It rings in Minghao's ears as you watch the steam rise from your mug and your husband lets himself stew in his anticipation, wondering how you'll choose to respond to his honesty.

Will you laugh at him? Will you be angry with him? It's a subject that the two of you rarely broach with each other, so he isn't quite sure how to handle whatever reaction you'll grace him with.

What Minghao never would've expected, however, is for you to crack him a relieved smile.

"Me? I thought you didn't want kids because having one would be detrimental to your career," you chuckle, taking the first few sips from your hot chocolate. "And you always kinda shrugged it off whenever I tried to ease the topic into the conversation."

"I did?" Your husband scowls. "When did I do that?"

"After Suri's birthday party? When I was showing you a couple of new houses?"

Oh. Oh.

"Shit," Minghao mutters, embarrassed. "I almost forgot about that. I'm sorry, love. It didn't occur to me because you said that you didn't want to have kids—"

"One time," you interject with a groan. "That was one time, Hao. God, can't a woman change her mind about wanting kids with her husband?"

He blinks. "But you said you'd be terrified."

"No, you said I'd be terrified. As an educated guess and to some extent, you're right. But it's not the having-a-kid part or the childbirth part that terrifies me, Hao." You let yourself breathe for a couple of seconds and it comes out shaky. Minghao has to resist the urge to reach out to embrace you.

"What terrifies me is becoming a mother."

The silence of the living room thickens when you say the words and Minghao feels his chest flutter with that same feeling from the first time he saw you cradling Seungcheol's daughter in your arms. Despite the questions swimming inside his head, your husband keeps his silence and lets you continue.

"Like, yeah, the pregnancy is going to be hell and god knows whether I'll even be alive after giving birth, but..." You hesitate, refusing to meet Minghao's eyes for reasons that elude him.

"Raising a child so they would grow up to become a good person is even more daunting to me... What if I accidentally teach them something wrong? What if they end up hating me because I can't keep up with whatever trends kids would come up with in a few years? What if they love you more than they love me?"

Minghao laughs airily. "Is that last part really a necessary measure?"

"It is," you insist before breathing out a laugh of your own. "Urgh, you get the point! It's just that... I'm not against having kids, but the responsibility that comes with raising one overwhelms me whenever I think about it."

"You know you're not in it alone, right? I'm your husband. Of course I'll be here to support you however I can," Minghao sighs before finishing the rest of his drink. "Whether you want kids or not, I'll go with either choice because I want what you want, yeah?"

"Yeah. I do know that. I think I've always known, but at the same time, I didn't want to tie you down," you murmur, tracing the handle of your mug with a small pout. "If we have a kid together, they might take up the time meant for your schedules. I never want to burden you like that..."

Your husband sets down his mug on the coffee table, carding his fingers through his hair with a disbelieving sigh. You were starting to fear that you might've annoyed him by accident, but when Minghao leans closer so that your eyes are leveled, you realize that is far from the case.

"Baby, our wedding rings are literally tattoos," he reminds you while reaching for your hand—pressing the inked fingers together. "I'm as tied down as I can be and you've never heard a peep out of me after all this time, yeah? So don't you ever think you or our future kids would be burdens to me."

Playfully, you raise an eyebrow at him. "Kids? Plural?"

"Hey, like I said—"

"Yeah, yeah, you want what I want," you interrupt with a roll of your eyes. "I get it Hao, you're a gentleman. But what if I told you I want you to fuck me on this couch right now and give me your kids?"

The wording is so crass that it could only be seen as a joke, except the reaction it incites from Minghao is leagues more intense than a mere joke would. The mental image injects a rush of corrosive want straight into his bloodstream and Minghao swears it makes him a little lightheaded.

Your husband lets out a shuddering sigh. quickly lunging after you to pluck the mug out of your grasp and safely place it on top of the coffee table. When you look up at him so prettily as he cages you on the couch, the sight makes his cock twitch with anticipation.

"Then I want that, too."

Logically speaking, you and Minghao can't just flip the switch and go into full babymaking mode after a heartfelt conversation and a bunch of impulsive decisions.

For one, you were still on birth control. It would take some time to wean yourself off it and you'd have to ask your doctor if it was safe to stop taking the pills at this point in your life.

Next was that Minghao and the rest of the guys are going to be preoccupied with their latest album—one where all thirteen men are back together after years of being separated. It'll go on for a couple of months and maybe a year if he's going to take their tour schedules into account.

And because he doesn't want to be absent in any milestone during your hypothesized child's life, you and your husband mutually decided not to actively try for a kid just yet.

But that doesn't mean you can't pretend.

"Fuck, baby, your cunt's gripping me so tight," Minghao groans, nearly hissing as he slides his cock against the velvety heat of your walls. "You want my load in you, pretty? You want to me to pump you full until it's dripping out of your pretty pussy?"

With coherence having long left your mind, you arch your back even higher as your husband continues to plough you into the mattress. "Y-Yes, yes yes! Hao, feels s-so fucking good!"

He chortles quietly and even with your cheek pressed against the sheets, you can still picture the smirk plastered on his face. "Pretty baby's in love with my cock. You just can't get enough of me, can you?"

"More," you whimper, the muscles of your pussy tightening around his length as he plunges in and out of your sopping entrance. "W-Want more, Hao. Need you to fuck me harder..."

Your husband is quick to comply with your wishes, gathering your hair with one hand while keeping your hips in place with the other. Minghao slams his hips brutally against yours, making stars dance in the seams of your vision as the head of his fat cock bullies its way into your leaking hole.

He's so deep, you can feel him prying your cervix open with a promise that you'll be filled to the brim if you behave tonight. And with all those years of being a professional dancer under his belt, it's no surprise that he's got enough stamina to wreck you more times than you can handle.

The first orgasm blindsides you completely. He'd just been whispering both sweet and filthy nothings into your ear when it washes over you like a tidal wave—inevitable, inescapable.

(Doing so fucking good for me, love. Taking my cock like a good, good wife. You'll take my cum just as well, won't you? Keep it inside so it'll take and you'll be swollen with my child. Then everybody will know you're mine.)

The second time it happens is mere seconds after Minghao's own orgasm. His thrusts have started to lose their practiced cadence and even if you've been in this situation countless times before, the euphoria that sings in your veins makes it feel like the first time all over again.

Minghao's cock twitches before his cum spurts in thick ropes inside your tight cunt—filling you with a warm sensation that has you biting down his neck to stifle your moans. The motion of his hips slows to a crawl as Minghao feels you clamp down on his length. Your pussy gushes around him with a delicious grip that brings him dangerously close to another orgasm with how good you feel around him.

"Fuck, baby," he swears, voice still hoarse with need despite the fact that he's fucking you into overflowing. "I love you. There's no one else I'd want to have a family with."

"T-There better not be," you say cheekily before Minghao is flipping you around so that you're lying on your back. The sensation of his cum dripping out of your ruined pussy makes your skin tingle with excitement, and the fact that his ravenous gaze is trained on your body isn't lost on you.

"Be a good wife for me and hold your thighs up," he whispers lowly and it takes you mere seconds to comply. "That's my girl."

You preen at his praise—no matter how pathetic it would make you seem. After all, if there's anyone who get reduced you into a cockdrunk mess, it's most certainly your husband.

Minghao doesn't waste any more time, he pumps his cock into full hardness for a few moments—refractory period be damned—before gliding the head of his cock against your slit. Your thighs twitch every time be brushes against your clit, making you cry out with desperation as he gloats at your misery.

"Minghao," you beg, trying your best to hold your thighs up just like he asked all while he's taking his sweet time admiring your pussy. "Fuck me more. Want you to fill me up even more."

"Needy little thing," he chuckles. "You want my kids that badly? If I fuck you too much, you might actually get pregnant, love."

"Don't care," you practically sob. "I want it. I want you. All of you—even your kids."

Fuck. He really, really fucking loves you.

Minghao needs little encouragement after that, gripping his cock tightly as he guides himself back inside you.

The new position makes it easier for your husband to pound into you—the weight of his thrusts pressing you into the bed with enough intensity to make the wooden enforcements of your bed groan from the effort he's exerting. He splits you open on his cock, spreading your folded thighs as far as he can as he drills inside of you with the promise of another load.

"So pretty and pliant for me," he whispers, pressing a soft kiss on your nose all while the squelch of your cunt with each pass of his cock echoes in the bedroom. "My perfect wife. You'll let me breed this pussy once all's said and done, won't you?"

You nod all too eagerly. "Yes, Hao! I'll let you use my pussy however you want. Just please make me come again!"

"So demanding," your husband sighs with a wicked smile as one of his hands trails between your legs. "Hold those thighs nice and open for me, love. You'll feel even better soon."

"W-Wait, I—"

Your protests quickly melt into a hiss of pleasure when Minghao applies ample pressure on your clit—lathering his fingers with your slick before tracing tight circles around the sensitive nub.

He knows you so well, been with you for so long, that Minghao already knows the ins and outs of your body. Your husband claims that making you come undone with his own fingers is a practiced art and that he'll never forget about it until the day he does.

So it's no surprise how quickly Minghao manages to make you unravel at the seams when he couples his intense thrusts with the added stimulus to your clit. You're creaming around his cock in no time—muffling your cries in the crook of your lover's neck as he fucks into you with the intention of filling you up even more.

"I love you," Minghao rasps as he tucks your head beneath his chin, pinpointing the height of his own pleasure. "I'll want no one else but you, baby. No one."

Shakily, through a haze of delirium, you manage to say, "I-I love you too, Hao. I'll always be yours as long as—f-fuck—you'll always be mine."

You twitch violently beneath the weight of Minghao's body and the sight of you so fucked dumb on his cock eventually pushes him over the edge. Your husband comes with a sharp breath, his white hot cum gushing into your pussy until it drips onto the sheets.

It's only when you've come down from that post-coital high that you realize Minghao is looking at you as if you hung up all the stars in the sky. You respond with a weak smack against his chest.

"Don't look at me like that," you grumble weakly. "I might think you're in love with me."

"Y/N, we're already married."

"I don't see how that's a problem."

As Minghao does the honors of cleaning you up after roughing you up all evening, you quickly realize that, really, there's no reason to be terrified at all.

Not when your husband will be by your side every step of the way.

⟢ end notes: i wrote this in a haze so if there are any technical writing errors, i implore you to just ignore them for my sake <3 happy birthday again to my soulmate, rj! i hope you enjoy your day to the fullest and i also hope you like this gift i wrote for you hehe ^\\\^ like hao to the reader, i'll always be w you every step of the way (i'm just a lil busy rn, so i hope you forgive me !!)

[mmmichyyy]

weekly tag wednesday 🎀

tagged by @mybrainismelted @energievie @lingy910y @sgtmickeyslaughter @catgrassplantdad !

Name: michelle

Location: rainy gloomy westcoast canada

Age: 31

You have an unexpected extra day off work or school! What are you going to do? sleep in, maybe check out a cute cafe (because all cafes here usually close at 4 on weekdays and way too busy on the weekend)

What is your favorite way to spend a summer day? stay in the shade (because the sun/heat gives me migraines), check out cool shops, get ice cream or bubbletea, watch a movie

What is your favorite way to spend a winter day? stay inside, watch movies/read in bed, drink hot tea

What do you do to unwind at the end of the day? my skincare routine, read fics in bed until i fall asleep

Do you play any sports? nope

Other than fanfic, what is your favorite genre to read? i love asian diaspora lit and personal essays, anything that covers the themes of identity, family, displacement, etc

What is your comfort movie/tv show? i'm always rewatching a sitcom as background noise. i have a looooong list of shows that i consider comfort shows, but my all-time faves are community, bojack horseman, daria, new girl, etc etc. comfort movies hmm probably the ocean's trilogy, national treasure, mission impossible, red white & royal blue lmao i rewatch them a lot (shamelessly going to plug my letterboxd i swear i watch other cooler movies too)

Do you write or draw? write, i can't draw for shit

What other arts or crafts do you do? punch needle, pompoms

Describe your perfect breakfast: an iced matcha latte, a cup of seasonal fruits, bacon, either a glazed fruity/savoury scone or avocado toast or rosemary rocksalt bagel with smoked salmon and dairy-free cream cheese or eggs benedict. realistically for breakfast every day i just eat a banana or buttered toast lol

tagging @stocious @jrooc @gallawitchxx @thisdivorce @gardenerian @heymrspatel @spoonfulstar @sam-loves-seb @blue-disco-lights @whatthebodygraspsnot @callivich @sickness-health-all-that-shit @loftec @darlingian @crestfallercanyon @suzy-queued @creepkinginc @palepinkgoat @burninface @deedala @deathclassic @vintagelacerosette @celestialmickey @doshiart @crossmydna 🌸

[what-undertale-soul-polls]

WHAT UNDERTALE HUMAN SOUL WOULD THEY HAVE?

last edit: 11/13/2024

(run by @sayakamikian!) the premise of this blog is pretty simple, just vote on what undertale human SOUL trait a character would have! it doesn't matter if they're not human/probably wouldn't have a human SOUL if they existed in the undertale universe, it's just hypothetical. (yes, that means you can even submit monsters and darkners from the utdr universe! the only limitation is humans who already have canon SOULs which is... not a lot of characters out there, lol)

i am not consistently motivated and am pretty busy in general, so my posting schedule is a little sporadic. sorry about that! this blog is NOT dead until i say it is, and that will not be for a long time, i promise that B)

submissions can just go in the ask box because all that's required is a character name + the media they are from.

attach an image link to official art if you'd like or leave it up to me, but specify in the case of a character having no official art, please!

you can submit as many characters as you want as many times in a row as you want!

don't submit with "propaganda" because none of the polls will be posted with any preexisting answers or arguments attached, but by all means argue your case in the notes B)

i'll come up with a more solid queue policy once things actually start to pick up queue is 2 queued posts per day for now! i may post a few early or just go ahead and make my own + post them at random though ^_^

what characters/media are accepted and what polls end up being posted are ultimately up to my discretion.

anon is off because i always leave it off for personal peace of mind reasons, but i won't publish regular submission asks or reveal who sent submissions unless i'm asked to @ you in the submission, which you are free to do!

i occasionally publish polls that are (generally) utdr-related but not my usual “what SOUL are they” polls, which are tagged as #offbrand poll

for reference, the SOUL traits are as follows:

red = [unknown trait]. a common misconception is that the red soul is canonically determination, but there's nothing in canon that actually says this, determination is explicitly possessed by all SOULs and not exclusive to red, and determination is never directly linked to red and is more associated with gold in-game than anything! so, even if red = determination is probably the most widespread popular interpretation, don't assume that's what it has to be. other interpretations that are popular/that i personally like are that red = love, red = hope, red = freedom, red = no trait in particular or an equal balance of traits, etc... and, of course, there's red = ball game lmao. since it's ultimately unknown, though, if you're stuck you can probably think of red as the equivalent of baldness or vanilla extract?? go wild! orange = bravery yellow = justice green = kindness cyan = patience blue = integrity purple = perseverance

[mybrainismelted]

WEEKLY TAG WEDNESDAY

Thanks for the tags @energievie, @kiennilove, @nymacron, and @deedala!

We're keeping it rather short and straightforward this week as well!

Name: Kat

Location: Ontario, Canada

Favourite colour: the deep red of maple leaves (yes, I know, how stereotypical)

Now, think of the rainbow and for each of its colours, name your favourite possession (of that colour, of course) and tell us why you like it so much 😁

Red: 🤔 do I own anything red?

Orange: ok, ummmm.... think, think.... I think I have a scented candle that's orange, so that, I guess

Yellow: ok, so I don't have much colour in my life....

Green: Green, you say. Um... oh, my green apple scented hand soap! 😂

Blue: The gallavich throw blanket that is on my lap right now!

Indigo: ok, now we're just getting picky. Um. ok, no, not going to say that... so... how about... yeah, I got nothin'

Violet: sigh. I'm sure there is something in here somewhere... but... I'm too lazy to go hunting for it.

BONUS

Black: Everything I own. lmao

White: my silk pillowcase! phew.

tags under the cut

@gallapiech, @spookygingerr, @blue-disco-lights, @suzy-queued, @francesrose3

@spacerockwriting, @creepkinginc, @crossmydna, @palepinkgoat, @milk-and-moss

@themarchg1rl, @sickness-health-all-that-shit, @ms-moonlight-inn, @lingy910y, @sam-loves-seb

[uncle-dusknoir]

I'M HOLDING A HALLOWEEN PARTY

i haven't been to any halloween thing in a long time so i thought i'd give it a shot.

uuuuh. made a gliscord server for it so people can text at each other during it too. so we have that. here

it'll be fun! i hope. i havent hosted a party before. it starts at 6 pm and goes until everyone leaves

Updated the link so it should last 7 days starting Oct 30th

OOC rules!

Most of Basil's rules are bendable, but some I am gonna enforce OOC as well. I'll go over them in order here with extra information!

It looks long, I promise it's a lot of silly stuff. Please read it, still, but I'm not gonna be glaring at everything you do. MOST important still is in red.

Please tag all posts for this event with the official tag: #basils bhalloween bash. The B in bhalloween is important.

Please be normal: The server/event is open to both kids and adults, though Basil isn't exactly fond of the idea of children coming. Nothing overtly NSFW, please!

Younger characters do not have to stay outside, nor do appropriately sized Pokemon. However, they must stay out of the wine.

Please don't do anything that dramatically changes the party- IE, destroying Basil's house- without permission. Best place to ask that is the Discord server linked above.

Skorna is free game to harass. She will be vaguley annoying during the party.

If you do bring any food/drinks, be sure to post about it! I'll make a potluck channel in the discord as well.

(Speaking of the discord, if you're in it, it'd be cool if you could add your posts about the event to the server's blog feed channel!)

basil will be annoying about nov 1st being her birthday. just warning you

Please don't actually harm any of Basil's Pokemon! Skorna and Thyme you can harass but nothing long-term. Pranks and goofs are fine.

Basil is allergic to fairy types. Fairy HYBRIDS are fine as long as they don't, like... shed. Or use any Fairy moves around her. though it would be a little funny

Keep the event low/drama stakes, please!

I don't want to fully ban legendaries, but I am VERY selective about which ones can come. Like- Hoopa is chill, but Kyogre isn't. Legendaries that stay in human disguises are cool, as well.

If there's anyone in attendance that would prefer not to interact with certain sapient Pokemon/Legendaries, please respect that! If you're one of those people, please be polite about it!

Let me know if you try and snoop around Basil's house. That's weird though lmao

The vote will be between Addams, halloween music, and horror movies :)

As for event date: Most posts should go up/be queued for Halloween itself! Feel free to do pre-RP and stuff like that- I'll have channels set up in the server for that as well.

That should be everything! Thank you :>

[heymacy]

it's weekly tag game wednesday thursday time, pals! i was tagged by @deedala, @darlingian, & @gardenerian to answer some fun new year inspired questions!

Name: macy 🐭

Location: it's a city that's exciting it's a city that's inviting it's a city for a woman just like meeeeeee

Astrological Sign: cancer bb 🦀

What's a TV show or movie you plan to re-watch this year? bottoms is at the top of my rewatch list at the moment. also barbie and the 2005 pride and prejudice (sorry mellie) - both for the vibes and the fact that they're masterpieces

Whats a book or fic you will probably re-read this year? i just re-read red, white, and royal blue like, yesterday lmao. i may also re-read we could be so good by cat sebastian and i'm definitely doing a re-read of pride and prejudice bc i haven't touched that one since high school!

What is a song you will likely continue to play on repeat? we can be anything by baby queen, satanist by boygenius, crème de la crème by evalyn, pink pony club by chappell roan, and wiggy by young miko are at the top of my on repeat at the moment 🎶

What's a tasty treat you look forward to eating more of this year? popcorn! i always forget how much i love it until i have it. i've decided that every time i watch a movie from now on i'm gonna make popcorn. a wee tradition in the making 🍿

What's a time sink that you will continue to sink time into this year? i think my biggest and most continuous time sink is tumblr and i don't see that changing any time soon!

Did you pick up any habits in 2023 that you plan to continue? i started reading a lot more and i want to keep that up! otherwise i think i formed mostly bad habits in 2023, like not listening to my gut and procrastinating on simple tasks. so hopefully that will change!

What's your toxic trait? being a cunt ✌🏻

What is a coping mechanism you will continue to indulge in this year? baths. so many baths. i'm basically part fish at this point

Tell me something you like about how you look! gahhhh um my eyes are pretty? i think? at least that's the only thing people ever really compliment me on so i'm just extrapolating

Give me at least three adjectives describing things you like about yourself. funny, empathetic, good friend (that's an adjective, i said so)

i'm tagging @sleepyfacetoughguy, @vintagelacerosette, @mmmichyyy, @energievie, @sickness-health-all-that-shit, @too-schoolforcool, @crossmydna, @heymrspatel, @whatthebodygraspsnot, @whatwouldmickeydo, @gallawitchxx, @howlinchickhowl, @captainjowl, @arrowflier, @creepkinginc, @suzy-queued, @transmickey, @michellemisfit, & @sxltburn 💛

[rawr-sim]

People you'd like to get to know better - tag!

I got tagged by my friend @calicosimgirl, who is amazing and everyone should check her out! <3

Last Song: I am pretty sure the last song i listened to was Unwritted by Natasha Bedingfield cause its just a CLASSIC and i rarely listen to new music lol It could've also been a random musical theatre song though that I've been looking at for exams and such - Have found some obscure ones but Stephen Sondheim has my heart <3

Favorite Color(s): The Maroon-y/Dark red colour you see at christmas time teehee

Currently Watching: Law and Order SVU and OC alwayssssss - Its EO time babyyyyyy

Last Movie: Twilight New Moon because the memes but also my friends from Atmos_Fierce's community (who are all amazing and please join us, we are chaotic but in the best way) found out i never watched them all and we're very slowly watching them all together again! Check out Atmos though he's amazing <3 twitch.tv/atmos_fierce

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: ooooo savory and spicy always, although i do have a dairy milk on my desk as im typing this so i suppose it's just whatever im in the mood for tbh haha

Last Thing I Googled: N.Ireland Tornado warning cause apparently that was a thing that could've happened??? we're still standing besties lol a lil wind cant get rid of us

Currently Working On: Catching up on some music exams! prepping for eye surgery this week (not very well, im freaking out guys lol) anddd just making sure we stay alive in this really FUN world we live in right now <3

I'm not gonna tag anyone specific cause I'm kinda new here so i tag EVERYONE! lol If you see this post please feel free to do this tag, I'd love to see everyone and anyone who wants to and feels comfortable to do it!

I appreciate anyone who gives me a follow or a like, truly every single one of you. I'm just doing this for funsies so the fact that anyone wants to see these sims i made is mind blowing to me LOL. The queue is all queued up for a while so hope you enjoy! In real life rn im actually on like gen 4 so its been the greatest nostalgia trip to be able to go back and see my lil Mabes and Sonny and his sidekick Dandelion <3

Once again pleasseeeee check out my friend and constant soundboard @calicosimgirl who always is at hand on discord and notifs on for me to ask stupid questions lmao LOVE YOU <3

[heymrspatel]

Macy's Valentine's Tag Game Tuesday!

thank you @celestialmickey for tagging me and for always coming up with these and keeping us engaged! i love you so much i squish you! 💙💛 i was also tagged by @you-are-so-much-better-than-that @creepkinginc @mishervellous @surviving-maybe and @suzy-queued thank you my sweets!

relationship status: lonely potato 🥔

your ultimate OTP: no one has ever quite got to me like ian and mickey 👬👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨

favorite trope: so many, but friends to lovers? the pining? the yearning? ffffffff- i also get stupid when there's only one bed or when they get stuck somewhere lmao 🛌

favorite candy: sour patch kids! 🍬

favorite flower: peonies and hydrangeas 🌸

a song you love: let's take this back a bit, yea? passenger seat by death cab for cutie 🚙

a movie you adore: say anything 📻

red or pink? 🍓🍒

breakfast in bed or brunch at a cafe? breakfast in bed because i’m perpetually sleepy 🥱

romantic comedy or angsty drama? weak for a rom-com ♥️

and finally, in the spirit of love, leave some kind words for your followers & friends: ooof boy! i simply have so much love for all of you! you all make my days brighter. being in this little corner of the internet has actually changed my life, and i'm so thankful for that! like so so so grateful, i just will never be able to put it into words. thank you for being accepting and welcoming and kind! i wish i could gather you all into a massive hug 💙💙💙

i'll tag @gallawitchxx @metalheadmickey @gardenerian @whatwouldmickeydo @whatthebodygraspsnot @squidyyy23 @thisdivorce @sleepyfacetoughguy @smokey-mickey @y0itsbri @ardent-fox @milkovetti @vintagelacerosette @7x10mickey if you would like to play. if not, i'm just giving you a little leaf 🍃

[egretwing]

ayo, i'm egret! when i have time + energy, i'm working through rereading warriors and fiddling with a rewrite! i'm super pumped for this (literally haven't read fire and ice since my first time a decade ago). i'll be blogging my thoughts as i read, which i hope interest people lol

uhh currently called egretwing from my first beloved clangen save but she died of old age and i didn't save her relationships so i will probably change my name at some point to a more developed oc. also i love her but her design is just,, plain white,, which is not super easy to experiment with lol. there is a cute lil tabby heart on her haunch, but that's it. that being said, egretstar is a pansexual poly disaster who singlehandedly populated half of her clan until her dying day and i love her v much

a few housekeeping notes:

my main time in the warriors fandom was before 2015 and i'm quite happy with that lol

i have no clue what's happening between bramble and squilf

i haven't read these in years and will forget/misspeak things

that being said, i welcome asks and stuff!

also i have some clangen going at @heatherclan

and au/oc-centric ideas like most fans lmao

most reblogs are queued

outside of warrior cats, i draw, annoy people with puns, write, wear the colour red, and look forward to falltime :D

[lapinlunaire-games]

❛ tell me what you want. ❜ for Imric pls :3

short but sweet, thank you anon!

mature content under the cut!

"Smith doesn't know what he's talking about, Alley Hall is definitely connected. I'm sorry for making a scene, I just couldn't stand how much he was patronising you. " Imric's hands punctuate his words, darting occasionally to his coat to pull it tighter against the early evening chill. He glances at you as you clatter down the steps of the Yard, his lips parted to continue, but when your eyes meet his, Imric pauses before melting into a smile.

It's still grey and achingly windy, but the sight warms you, a frightening storm of affection swirling in the pit of your stomach as you reach the pavement together. Imric's ungloved hand brushes against your knuckles for one, deliciously warm moment. You hesitate; you'd usually take the turn left here back to your flat, soldiering on unbothered back to Pimlico for the night, but today...today you can't tamp down the voice in the back of your head that wants to chase after Imric's warmth and every unspoken moment that's had you thinking of him since the beginning of the year. He's already turning right, one hand raised in a wave goodbye, and before you know it, the pang in your chest rolls out of your throat with a plaintive cry:

"Jennings!"

He pauses and slowly lowers his hand, something hesitant coming into his eyes. When he says your name, voice raised up into a question, you find yourself directly in front of him and forget how to speak. You'll just ask him for coffee. If he wants to have a walk with you. Something simple.

He smiles at you again, and you hear yourself say, "Do you want me?"

Imric's face goes slack with shock, eyebrows lifting like dark gulls as he stares at you, an incredulous laugh staggering from his lips after a too-long delay; you register his reaction an instant before your embarrassment hits you, searing your cheeks until you're sure that steam is rising off your face. "Wait, no - I - I'm sorry, I meant --"

"...yes." Imric's eyes are soft, his lips drawn tight into a nervous, trembling half-grin. His hand brushes yours again, and when you don't pull away, his warm fingers close softly around yours. "I do want you, Detective. Very, very much."

You're very aware of how in public you are, how every second his hand holds yours is another second that a rumor could spark the fire that spells out both your ruins. And yet you can't bring yourself to pull away.

"Do you have coffee?" you ask. Imric's brow creases for a moment before he holds back his laughter and nods.

"I do. Do you want to come by for a visit? With coffee."

"I'd like that very much, Detective Jennings."

You steal a kiss in the cover of the crowd at the bakery he once bought you a coconut tart from, and when you pull away, Imric's eyes are sparkling in a way that sends your stomach swooping. He glances at the window display, a playful smile curling over his lips as he leans in, shielding you from the wind and curious eyes with his greatcoat.

"If you wanted me to buy you something, you could just ask."

You roll your eyes at him and turn back to cross the street; you grasp his hand in yours a moment longer than necessary, delighting in the thrill of his skin against yours. You release him as Imric slows, but his fingers tighten on yours and he spins you close, catching you up against his chest as he smoothly pushes open the door.

"After you," he says with a flourish and an exaggerated bow. His laughter when you pull him after you thrums against your fingers as you make your way up the stairs in a dizzy whirl of whispered quips and kisses with deepening hunger behind them.

When Imric finally gets the door open, fumbling with the key while you make it exponentially more difficult by occupying his lips and one hand, it's less a question of who pushes who into the narrow entry of his flat and more how you find yourself with your back against the wall, Imric's hand cupping your jaw while your legs part for his thigh.

"Tell me what you want," he murmurs, brushing your lips with his. His hands slide up your side as his mouth travels down, suckling at your throat. "How you want me..."

His name leaves your lips in a groan as your clothes fall away and warm touches meet bare skin. "Your mouth," you whisper, your eyes fluttering shut. Imric's laughter is soft and sweet like sun-warmed wind on your stomach as he sinks to his knees and drags down the fabric you shove away from your hips.

"Where?" A kiss lands on your hip, pressing slow and hot until Imric nips at you just sharply enough to sting. "Here?"

"Lower," you gasp, your fingers scraping over the wall at your back as his lips drag down the crease where your thigh melds into body.

He smiles against you, hands rising up to cup the swell of your thighs and ass like a worshipper at the altar. His mouth swerves every time you think it'll land where you ache for it, teasing you until you groan, hips rolling desperately against the air. "More information, please," he murmurs up at you, dark eyes glimmering with adoration and mischief in equal measure. "I require very precise direction."

"Imric," you half-moan, half-growl, "Imric, get your fucking mouth on me--!" Your sentence cuts off sharply as he slides in exactly where you want him, lips and tongue laving over your heat like a man dying of thirst.

He reaches up, interlaces his fingers with yours as you make a sound that, if half a decibel louder, would have you written up for public indecency in well over thirty countries, and traces your name into your palm with his thumb. And when he finishes your name, he starts over again, and doesn't stop until he has you trembling on his tongue again.

[fishylife]

Happy Chinese New Year/Lunar New Year folks :3 Happy year of the OX!

新年快樂 Happy New Year

身體健康 Wishing you the best in health

出入平安 Wishing you peace and wellness when you come and go

萬事如意 Hoping everything goes according to your wishes

[sassy-ahsoka-tano]

Hunka Hunka Burnin Love

Character/Fandom: Austin Butler

Requested: yes - nonnies ♥️

Prompt: You were cast in the role of Dixie Locke, Elvis' girlfriend from Memphis, which means you've spent quite a bit of time with the star of the show, Austin. He can't seem to keep his hands off of you on the red carpet and others are starting to notice. [ Fem!Reader ]

TW: Aus is kinda rough in this ngl but i think that's all?

Rating: M, it's pwp let's be honest here   ||     Word Count: 3986

A/N: it's been a hot min since i graced y'all with some smut, but i hope you enjoy this one cause i have like 3 more smuts queued for this week so BUCKLE UP BABES I HOPE U BROUGHT UR HORNY HATS

also let's play a game lolol i describe aus's outfit in this and i want y'all to send me pics of which outfit you think i'm describing lmao

🦋 mila

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You glance in the mirror one more time, fluffing up your hair with your fingers. You stick your lips out into a pout and peer into the glass before shaking your head with embarrassment. What are you doing? You shouldn’t be egging him on in public like this. It’s not professional.

Since being cast as Dixie Locke, one of Elvis’ ex-girlfriends, you’d been spending a lot of time together with Austin. Maybe a little too much time. It has been an honor playing the part and, although it seems small, you’ve filmed a large number of scenes with the leading man. As can be expected with a man as fine as Austin Butler, you found yourself catching feelings pretty quickly. Austin is just so handsome, sweet, and respectful. He’s irresistibly charming, practically magnetic. It’s only natural that you would fall in love with him.

Although you haven’t used the words “boyfriend” or “girlfriend” yet, you both know that your relationship is exclusive. Even though you’d made the decision together, you’d also agreed that it’s best to keep your relationship a secret until the press from the movie has died down.

As far as the public is concerned, you and Austin are friends. And you’re going to stay friends because that’s what is best for your relationship, both professionally and emotionally. Whether it was best for your sexual or mental well-being is a different question, but you push the thought out of your mind, turning around to check out your ass in the floor-length black gown. You heave a deep breath and exit the women’s bathroom. As soon as you step out, you hear your name being called by Olivia. You turn toward her with a smile, making your way over to where she’s standing. She holds out her hands and you take them with an excited squeeze.

“You look so incredibly hot!” Olivia says with a big grin. You pretend to pose for the camera, fluttering your eyelashes with a giggle.

“Thank you, but I’m nothing compared to you, queen!” you shout back, gesturing at her amazingly gorgeous white dress. She laughs and then twirls around with a curtsey.

“Holy shit…”

You whirl around at the sound of that familiar deep voice behind you. You know it’s Austin before you can even see him. Your breath hitches in your throat as you gaze over at him. He looks so incredibly handsome in a black suit with a subtle sparkle to it and a silky black scarf hanging loosely around his neck. Out of instinct, you bite your lip and smile at him as you catch his eyes tracing down your figure. You feel flustered, heat rising into your face and ears as Olivia starts a conversation with Austin about all of your outfits.

Soon, it’s time for you all to go out to the red carpet for pictures and interviews. You have been informed that most of your photos will be singular shots of you, but obviously a few will be taken with Austin since your characters are so close in the film. But for now, you’re about as far from him on the carpet as you possibly could be. You maneuver yourself onto your designated space on the carpet, propping a hand on your hip sassily. The dress was designed by Gucci and it hugs your body in all the right places. The black matching heels are extremely tall, elongating your legs in a way that makes them look impossibly tall and toned. You feel sexy, you have to admit. You glance to the right to flash a smile at some reporters shouting your name. Since you're looking the other way, it scares you when Austin’s hand expertly slides around the back of your waist.

“Hi gorgeous,” that low seductive voice of his practically moans into your ear. You flip around and smile up at him, unable to stop your eyes from darting down to his lusciously plump lips.

“Hi there,” you whisper back.

He is so beautiful and even more so when he’s staring down at you like that, with his eyes hungrily searching every centimeter of your body. You feel heat creeping back into your face again, so you avert eye contact and return to posing for the cameras. You let your hand momentarily rest on Austin’s chest, your fingers slyly pushing the half-buttoned fabric out of your way. His fingers curl around your waist and your hand on his chest, pulling you closer to him.

“You look so sexy, babe,” he says, bending his head down into your hair.

He presses a soft kiss to the top of your head and your eyes go wide. He’s kissed your hand and your cheek in public before, but somehow this feels much more intimate. Much more dangerous. And he lingers for a moment, just a second too long.

“Thank you,” you reply, tossing your head back and away from him.

“You know, there's a place we could go for a while,” he says quietly into your ear.

Your surprise at his suggestion sparks a physical reaction as your ankle slips off the side of your heel. You teeter backward for a moment before Austin’s hand tightens around your waist to keep you from falling and completely embarrassing yourself.

“Jesus Christ, sorry,” you mutter and shrug with a nervous smile at the reporters who are erupting into a chorus of chuckles as they continue to flash their cameras.

“Weak in the knees for me, are ya?” Austin teases with a stupid smirk resting on his face. You choke out a chuckle and shake your head but his grip tightens around your waist. “It’d just be the two of us. We could…you know..."

You feel his fingers dropping lower on your back, starting to curve over the top of your ass. Your hand shoots back to bring his hand back up to your waist.

“Wouldn’t everyone notice?" you hiss. "I mean, you are the star. It’s not like you can just disappear for an hour without being missed.”

You push yourself out of his grasp and lean up to peck his cheek innocently. You’ve spent too much time together taking photos and are paranoid that the media will get suspicious.

“Just meet me in the back hallway by the bathrooms. I’ll take care of everything.”

He turns toward the cameras, smiling with a wave before moving on to a different section of the carpet to take photos with Helen, who plays Elvis’ mother Gladys. Your eyes can’t help but drift to his ass as he walks away, and you bite your lip as you think about grabbing onto it with all of your strength as he-

“Y/N here!” a photographer’s shrill yell interrupts your thoughts.

You finish up the last of the photos and then allow yourself to quietly sneak out of view. Playing a more minor character is about to work in your favor. It means that you can disappear for a while without anyone really noticing. But you would be absolutely mortified if any of the press catches you doing this.

Your heart races as you run along the quiet hallway, searching for the bathroom that you’d used earlier. You breathe a sigh of relief when you find it and press yourself against the cold brick wall outside of the door. The pull out your phone to check your messages. Tons from your friends, family and followers have wished you luck and sent lovely messages. But none are from Austin.

“You made it. Good.”

You glance up from your screen to see none other than your dirty little secret approaching you. He leans against the wall, positioning his hand near your head. You gulp nervously and crane your neck to peer up at him.

“What did you have in mind?” you tease, knowing full well what he has in mind, but refusing to believe that he would actually be so bold as to do it in public at an event for which he’s the main attraction.

He shrugs, quickly glancing around the hallway before leaning over you. His free hand travels up to cup your face, and he drags a finger down your cheekbone and onto your lips. As his fingertip slides down your skin, it latches onto your bottom lip, pulling it out and then releasing it. You giggle breathlessly, feeling your breathing speed up. His beautiful lips hang open, looking incredibly tasty and so suckable.

Your eyes trace his beautiful Cupid’s bow and you smirk up at him, sticking your neck even further out to reach his lips. You watch his jaw clench as he tilts his head, bringing his lips to brush against yours as you heave shaky breaths from your mouth. You reach out to grasp onto the collar of the black dress shirt, the silk feeling satisfying in your fingers. You try to yank him closer to you, but he resists. He brushes his lips against yours again and you inadvertently whimper, tightening your grip on his shirt. He pulls back, the air between you suddenly filled with a cold breeze. You huff out of frustration and flatten your lips into a hard line.

“Get in the bathroom,” he commands.

You huff again but gather the ends of your dress and enter the women’s bathroom. Once inside, you stand perfectly still, the potential consequences of this decision starting to hit you. The realization that you and Austin haven’t done anything more than make out is also beginning to settle in your gut. You don’t have much time to dwell on it, though, because when Austin bursts into the bathroom, his hands are on you immediately. He grasps the sides of your face and pulls your lips onto his. You reach up to grab his wrists, already feeling breathless.

He walks you back until your ass hits the wide marble-countered row of sinks. His hands slide down your neck, lingering around your throat for just a moment before releasing the pressure and trailing down your shoulders to rest on the outside of your thigh. He grasps your skin tightly through the dress and hoists your legs up and around his waist so that he can slide you back onto the counter. The combination of the smooth marble and the expensive silk of your dress propel your body backward, and you slam into the wall-length mirror mounted above the sinks. As your back makes contact with the glass, your lips break apart and you gasp.

Austin takes that opportunity to reach over with his long arms and slam the door to the bathroom shut before twisting the lock. You lean back against the mirror and you finally have a minute to take in the dripping sensation in your pussy. Austin returns to his position at the edge of the counter and relatches his fingers onto your thighs, pulling you into him. You groan at the contact of your throbbing heat to the hard length you can feel through his pants. You can tell by its firmness that he’s had this erection all night. You giggle at the thought of him trying to hide it.

He smirks, grabbing onto your jaw and smashing his lips against yours. His hand reaches underneath the dress to slide slowly up your thigh, pinching at the skin so hard that you wince into his lips.

You reach down to pull on his belt buckle, jerking him against you harder. You moan when he groans into the kiss. His lips slip off yours and turn to your neck, biting and sucking all over the skin below your jaw. One of your hands travels up his toned frame and into his hair, yanking hard on the golden curls. Austin moans into your neck, and you begin to buck your hips, begging for more contact. Austin pulls back and reaches further up your thigh, latching his fingers around the band to your panties before harshly moving the fabric to the side.

He gently runs a finger up your slick folds. You shudder underneath his touch and grip harder onto his hair. He smirks in response, biting your earlobe and pulling it with his teeth. The combination of his hot breath tickling the inside of your ear and the shot of pain on your lobe makes you throw your head back with a gasp. He runs another finger over your folds and then gently slides one inside. He places his thumb on your clit, circling it while he pumps his finger in and out of you. You wiggle onto his long, slender finger. It’s not enough, you need more.

“More,” you whisper through a breath, in between moans. “I need more.”

“Dirty girl,” he growls, moving straight into three fingers.

He wastes no time, either, slamming his fingers in and out of your folds faster than he was before. You begin to feel the pleasure swell in your stomach, and your hips move against his hands as he returns to assault your neck. He bites onto the skin and pulls it between his teeth. Your hand moves to grab Austin’s shoulder, pulling his hand deeper inside of your soaking wet pussy.

He hits the spot where you need him most, and your head falls back against the glass, projecting your moans into the room. Your free hand deftly unlatches his belt and pushes it out of the way before unbuttoning his pants and sliding into his underwear. You grab onto his length and run your fingers over the dripping tip, feeling the slimy precum leaking out of him. He growls as you begin to pump him.

You gasp for air when his fingers slide out of you and glare down at him. His hair is disheveled, the curls wildly twisting this way and that. He sticks his fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the skin and pulling each finger out with a pop. You bite your lip, moaning quietly at the sight of him sucking your juices down.

“Get down, turn around, bend over,” he orders and you obey, sliding off the counter and turning around.

He approaches you, running his fingers down your sides and onto your ass. Then he crouches to run his fingers up your legs, toward the inside of your thighs and then up onto your ass. He pushes the fabric of your dress out of the way. You shudder under his teasing touch, arching your back to push your ass closer to his hands. You giggle breathlessly as you feel his fingers curl around the waistband to your panties, pulling them down to your ankles. His fingers grip the inside of your thighs and spread your legs.

He runs a soft hand over your ass before spanking it with an open palm. Your body jolts forward and you suck in another breath of air. He leans forward, biting the skin of your ass, before moving to pull his pants down. You watch over your shoulder as his dick springs free and bite your lip at the size of it. He smirks and gives himself a few good pumps before walking toward you. His fingers slide against your folds again, pumping into you. You arch your back in response, letting your top half lean against the counter for support.

“So fucking wet, baby girl,” he hisses. “So fucking wet for me.”

You moan in response and arch your back even more to let him know that you want his dick inside of you now. He understands and immediately pushes into you with no complaints. You whimper, knowing that his full length is stretching out your walls. You wind your waist in a circle around him, gripping at the roots of your own hair to offset the pleasure. He hisses, slapping your ass hard before digging his fingers into the skin. It hurts, and you yelp in pleasure.

He begins to slam into you. Mercilessly. The sounds of moaning and skin hitting skin echo around the hollow room. As your noises bounce off the walls, you suddenly remember that you're in a public place. You feel Austin’s hands circle around to the front of your thighs, gripping onto the skin and pulling your legs against him so that he could fuck you deeper and harder. You scream out as his full length slides in and out of your wet folds with ease. With each thrust, your pussy grows more and more sensitive and the waves of pleasure build higher and higher. Mimicking these feelings, your moans rise higher and higher, sucking the breath out from your stomach and throat.

“Fuck baby you’re taking me so good,” Austin says with a groan.

You moan back in response, unable to speak as your body begins to shiver under his force. At this point, you are hardly moaning and making more of a high-pitched barking sound instead as you approach your peak. Your ass and thighs slam back against his legs with so much force, that you can feel your ribs knocking against the edge of the marble counter. You can already feel your legs burning and beginning to shake under the force of his thrusts. Your knees begin to buckle as you cum, and you grip onto the sides of the counter with white knuckles. You try to steady yourself as your body shakes uncontrollably, tears brimming in your eyes from the stimulation.

“Fuck, Aus…” you groan out as you come down from your orgasm.

You hear his pleasure-filled moans behind you as he pumps himself to completion. Your legs are vibrating with pleasure and you remain still out of fear that you won't ever walk again. Austin's breath is still hot against your skin. The room is full of your panting breaths. Your fingers are white with the pressure of holding so tightly onto the counter, trying to support your body weight. Austin releases you and pulls back to readjust himself and comb through his touseled, sweaty hair.

He smirks with a chuckle and reaches out to grab the end of your chin between his thumb and forefinger. He pinches it and runs his tongue over his teeth and lips before winking. His arms snake around your waist, gently turning you around and pulling you against him. His fingers tangle in your hair, scratching your scalp. You close your eyes at the comfort, humming softly.

“You should clean yourself up, baby girl. I’ll give you a few minutes and then see you out there,” he says in between pants.

He presses his hot, sweaty cheek against yours for a moment and then kisses the outside of your ear before leaving you alone in the bathroom.

You manage to hold yourself up long enough for the door to shut behind Austin, but the moment he vanishes, you feel your shaking muscles give out and you lower yourself down as gently as you can onto the ground in the bathroom. The cold, hard tiles feel good against the hot, swollen skin of your thighs. You lean your head back against the wall and close your eyes, trying to get your breath back to normal. After a few moments of rest, you reach down to pull your panties back up, wincing as you lift your hips and legs to pull the fabric over your ass cheeks.

You grab onto the wall, dragging yourself to stand. As soon as you put pressure on your legs, you groan. Your knees start to buckle and you lower yourself down again. You take a few more deep breaths and try again, working through the soreness this time, although you have to lean heavily on the wall for support. If anyone were to walk into the bathroom at this moment, they probably would ask if you needed an ambulance.

You look like a baby giraffe just learning how to walk, with your knees pointed inward and legs spread out. You gently try to bring your legs together, feeling them shake violently with the pressure of your body weight. Whimpers fly through your mouth as the sore lips of your pussy touch. You waddle over to the sinks, bent at the waist and too afraid to stand up quite yet.

You glance at yourself in the mirror and audibly gasp. Your hair is completely ruined. It looks more like a bird’s nest than a sexy messy updo. Your red lipstick is smudged over the edge of your lips and even down your jaw, onto your neck. You lean forward to touch your lips, immediately clocking how swollen and red they are from the relentless attack of Austin’s teeth and lips sucking and biting the skin.

You reach over the counter to grab at your purse. Thank god Christine, your stylist, has given you access to the lipstick you are wearing tonight. And thank god you always carry a small comb in your bag. You start with the lipstick first, using a damp paper towel to erase as many of the smudged red marks as you can. You also dab at some of the black eyeliner which has turned your undereye into a raccoon's. As carefully and best you can, you reapply the lipstick and brush your eyelashes back into place with your fingertips. Finally, you unclip the ties and bobby pins from your hair to rake the comb through your locks. You’ll never be able to recreate the masterpiece that Christine had, so you use some water to slick your hair back into a ponytail. You're sure that people will wonder why and how your hairstyle miraculously changed halfway through the evening, but you could always pull the “it was hurting my head” routine.

You readjust your dress the best you can, pulling it into place and spinning around to make sure you don’t have any noticeable stains. Glancing once more at yourself in the mirror, you shrug and exit. It’s not gonna get much better than this with the materials you have at your disposal.

You exit out the back door of the building and into the crowded press area to join your castmates. It takes everything in you not to wince as you walk, each step aggravating the soreness in your thighs and crotch. You smile at Olivia as you sidle up next to her and, out of the corner of your eye, you watch as she does a double take.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” she asks, leaning over to whisper into your ear. You nod.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“It’s just that you were sort of limping as you walked over here,” she replies with a shrug.

Oh yeah…you know it was leg day yesterday and I’m just feeling extra sore. Plus, the heels don’t help.”

You laugh nervously as Olivia’s eyebrow quirks. She sizes you up momentarily before straightening her head to pose for a cast photo. While your concentration is pulled to the side, focused on Baz relaying a story to the press, you feel a familiar warm hand slide around your waist. Austin has joined you.

You immediately feel heat rising into your ears just thinking about what you’ve done. You sheepishly glance over at him. He smirks and winks ever so slightly at you, and you can’t stop the coquettish giggle that escapes your lips.

“You sly bitches,” Olivia whispers. “I knew it wasn’t leg day yesterday.”

“What do you mean?” you ask, eyes wide with horror. You feel Austin’s grip around your waist tense.

“You two seriously have no idea how fucked out you look, do you? Oh don't worry, I won't say anything. But I did have a sneaking suspicion that you were together,” Olivia laughs. She tilts her head to address Austin. “Fucked her that good, did you Austin?”

You cover your mouth with your hand, trying to hide from your own embarrassment as Austin’s face heats up into a bright lobster red.

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[screechingcheesecakecheesecake]

Chapter 132 :)

(This post is queued so goodluck to yall when this is posted lol)

I'm going to talk about how likely the fiances are going to end up together.

Gwen and Frederick

Come on guys let's not kid ourselves, they're the main couple. They are gonna end up together lmao.

That aside, these two have grown their relationship. Gwen settling on them becoming friends at first gave way for them to progress their relationship at their own pace. They got to know each other's interests. Frederick's knowledge with administrative support was helpful to Gwen and she genuinely appreciates it, she saw it as one of his strengths.

Of course Frederick was open to his dislikes at first, although there's that. He had grown to like Gwen in and out.

They communicated their feelings to each other and they know that they have feelings for each other.

Of course, the biggest issue with their relationship is Gwen not telling Frederick about the damage that he had caused her. Frederick had grown and starting to stop fearing his demons, and we all saw that even when he was the first one to snap out of it and try to fix things with Gwen in 132.

I honestly don't know how they will fix their relationship, but I hope it'll make Gwen realize that she shouldn't think of marriage with Frederick as a "Happy ever after" and try to speedrun to it. There is still ups and downs in a relationship no matter how much you love each other, Leelathae and Jack's relationship is proof of that.

Lorena and Lance

Honestly, I'm not sure about them.

Pros:

No thoughts head empty couple

Lance can be a malewife /j

Cons:

Both are too grounded to their loyalty to their kingdom

They both follow the pace their siblings have

They are still very stubborn about their future

We all know Suzie ok, the girlie in love with Lance and Lorena's self-proclaimed bestie.

Although I was annoyed at her trying to break Lance and Lorena's relationship at the gala. She easily brings out the strengths and weaknesses of their relationship as well.

Suzie said that their are compatible, a bit too compatible and she's right. Lance is basically a male version of Lorena. They both love eating, fighting, have dreams of leading the military of their own kingdoms, they want to support their siblings, and they aren't willing to side with others for it. They are so alike that it's a problem.

Lance and Lorena clicked together at first. When all is lighthearted and happy. But when their futures comes into play, thats a major conflict.

They both said that "they'll work it out" but when? They keep giggling about how they can't decide yet, but when it comes to it, who are they siding with? Well, 132 answers that. Lance, whether out of fear or not, sided with the Plaid Princes, even when he saw how much is Gwen is hurting. Everyone in that room knows that Frederick was in the wrong, yet he chose to defend him.

Suzie doesn't sugarcoat her words with Lorena. She acknowledges Lorena's weakness and tells her how to improve. Although from time to time, we see that Suzie is slowly warming up to her, though in-denial lmao. Lorena really likes Suzie, almost all their meetings are Lorena attempting to hug her. Now, that LoreLance broke up, who will Suzie chose I wonder? Her long time crush or her bestfriend?

Maria and Blaine

I do not Think. They even have a chance to be together anymore.

Blaine is just a huge red flag (pun intended) for me.

Blaine already has a dream, that is to lead his kingdom and become the greatest ruler of Plaid Kingdom. Blaine is the most favoured child by Leland, not out of love but because he fulfilled all of his expectations and wishes perfectly. Blaine had learned how to hide his imperfections and he knows to hide his ugly sides in order to show the world his perfect self. And when his imperfections are revealed to the ones he wants to hide it from the most, he begins to breakdown.

His downfall began when Leland acknowledged Frederick and not him during the dinner party.

His engagement to Maria is also a wildcard. Maria liked him for his looks at first, and that worked out for both of them. Blaine had played as the charming and perfect fiance and Maria gobbled it up.

Maria is also a culprit to this. As the eldest sister, she played as the elegant fiance which also worked for Blaine. But also, while Maria liked the perfect him, she was good with getting to know each other at a slower pace. But Blaine stuck to being perfect that she was taken a back when he got mad the first time and rejected her advances.

After Dandridge(?) called out Maria's behavior, she had reflected on it and comforted Blaine during the piano competition that she'd still support him.

However, all of this progress broke in 132. It revealed a side to Blaine that Maria never even considered.

When her own sister was hurting because of Frederick, where was the fiance that she liked? There, siding with his brother and defending him despite knowing that he is in the wrong. We've seen from time to time that Blaine tends to get out of control when he's mad. And that ultimately led to him spilling his true opinion on Gwen.

Of course, that already was enough to show Maria how far Blaine is willing to hide his ugly side. That in secret, this whole time, he too, had the same view as Frederick which unfortunately hasn't changed.

Insulting her would be another thing, but Blaine had insulted her sister, her sister who looked similar similar to her deceased mother.

How would that be fixed now? Especially if Blaine apologized, it doesn't change that he meant what he said, and said it in the girls' presence, and with the knowledge that he might be apologizing just to keep appearances?

(Maria play "Surface Pressure")

[shipstealing]

i’ve been making it habit to sleep around 4 / 5pm since i get up for work at 3am but i have a couple things to do to get ready for my birthday tomorrow   (which will be spent at kings dominion),   meaning i can’t sleep until like 10 or 11pm because mi mamadre needs to help with something and she gets home around that time :”””)

[yaoiceo]

The fact my wife kins diluc while I kin kaeya, our colours have always been red and blue, she's always hot while I'm always cold, it's like we were meant to find kaeluc, I've always felt that we were meant to be like I was never a "fated lovers" person growing up

I met her when I was 10 and she was 13. She terrified me, she was older and quiet and different and I didn't know how to talk to her, I didnt even think of her again until I got her younger sister as my "reading buddy" when I was like 12 and I didn't remember who she was lmao

Cut to me at 13, drinking heavily, smoking and all around just not doing well, I get invested in a dumb anime to distract myself which was Ouran, autism took over and it became my personality and queued a message from her, first time we spoke in nearly 4 years

I don't have a memory of when exactly I started liking her through our few months of new friendship, I just know when I told her she outright rejected me lmaooo it hurt so bad but we were still friends

Three months go by and someone else is interested in me, a new friend I'd only known a few weeks, I plan a date with her and my wife texts me the day before and asks if she can come talk to me about something, I say okay

She tells me she likes me and she'd like to go out, now fun fact I have bpd and autism and just issues so my feelings are muddled super easily and it was always hard to tell feelings from friendship, I thought I was past my feelings but I was wrong

We started dating on September 7th 2013,it wasn't an easy start between my self esteem and attachment issues and her general awkwardness due to sheltered upbringing so I thought she didn't like me when it turned out she was just embarrassed to ask to kiss me, communicating wasn't our strong suit

We've never broken up, never had a break in general but had a very rough patch that we came out of so much stronger, we've been together 9 years, 13 and 15 to 23 and 26 (she's got 2 years and 11 months on me lmao) I really genuinely think with my entire being that we were meant to be together, she came into my life at a really awful time and we've helped eachother through our worst years

We have our own place now, we're engaged and have a cat and are happy despite not having much other than eachother

She's my Diluc, I'm her Kaeya, that's why I'm so obsessed with the concept of them together because they're so so similar to us and I am so in love with her

[reidslibrarybook]

ok the tags are never able to contain all of my thoughts when it comes to your fics lmao. i'm sitting in the car as i read this with someone right next to me so pray plz. also seeing all the little sneak peaks and previews and shit is so fun, i'm so excited to read and get this queued up to rb 2nite 😌

vv nsfw things ahead, warning right now lmao. 18+ only

However, the only thing on her mind was how badly she wanted him.

...interesting, i think i've had the same thought cross my mind every time i see a picture of spencer lmaooo

The only problem? He’s married, not happily, but he’s made the commitment to someone else which is something she had to respect. If he wasn’t married, she would have convinced him to bend her over this desk years ago.

my eyebrow raised and i clapped my hand to my mouth oml and the person next to me just asked if something was wrong 💀i am done and i'm only like a couple paragraphs in

He tilts his head, disappointed, his brow raises, “you’ve gotta stop calling me that, I’m just Spence.”

“Sorry,” she smirks, knowing if this was a cartoon her crush would be evident by now, thanks to the fire engine red that spread over her whole body, to the point steam almost came out of her ears.

SIR AKJSNDKJAWNDNAKWNJFNAWWNDOW 😭😭😭😭

“Now is that just in the office, or in all your daydreams too?” He pushes it further, laughing at her reaction.

With wide eyes, her mouth opens, “how the fuck did you know?”

“I didn’t,” he smiles, “but now I know for sure. I suspected you liked me when you started bringing me cookies every day before you found out I was married… I just seem to be noticing you staring at me more often now.”

NOOOOOOOO MS THANG OUTED HERSELF I- I AM SCREAMING INTERNALLY HOW DO YOU SCREAM THROUGH TEXT AAAAAAGGAHAHHHAWDJBAWDJKANWL

The smile that builds on his face is remarkable, “you want me that bad?”

She nods feverishly, “I guess Linda’s loss is my gain.”

“That isn’t her name, and you know it,” Spencer laughs.

no words. just thoughts. also, lila having an affair with the dog walker is just very ? lila? lmaoooo is it weird for me to say that she's always given off an infidelity-prone ~vibe~???

“Look at you princess,” he coo’s, “you hear yourself don’t you? You hear how fucking pathetic your whines sound?”

I. AM. DROOLING.

He reaches past her, into his pencil jar, in search of a pair of scissors. She has no idea what he has planned, trusting him but incredibly nervous at the same time. He pulls her stockings forwards a bit, cutting into them slightly and then ripping them open with his hands.

“Look at you,” his voice deepens, his thumb traced over her panties, admiring the wet patch that has darkened the fabric. “Just for me?”

She nods, “always for you.”

ASDBJHSBHDBJKSNDJKNSKJFNJ ALWAYS FOR TYOU??????LKAMSKDMOASNIFBAEIBFSANJKDNKJASNDKJANSJKFAJKNFADIOAWIUDHIUQWADNSZLNANOUQWCBDNLKSNIOFQBEOC

HOW DO YOU SCREAM ON TEXT?!?!

She groans, watching him sink to his knees as she spreads her legs wider, resting one foot on the desk nob and the other on the armrest of his chair. She’s spread as far as she can go. He sits in his chair, leaning in and kissing her inner thigh, she gasps in anticipation.

She’s always thought he’d be good at this. She’s seen the way his tongue sticks out when he laughs, how often he licks his lips, he plays with the end of his straw sometimes or even the cap of a pen… she’s spent too much time staring at his mouth.

stop playing with me right now emily i cannot handle this. i am not ok, this is not ok. i am trying to keep my composure and i have thousands of words left to read 😩

The sound of him eating her out is disgustingly euphoric, he’s so involved he’s eating her out in search of her soul.

oh my. quite deep...

yea let's forget i typed that out and decided to rb

“Oh baby,” he cradles her face against his neck, hugging her as he catches his breath, “you did so well.”

“Yeah,” she can’t find any other words, her heart is beating too fast and her mind is completely blank. He fucked her brains out. “Thank you?”

He presses kisses to her head, running a soothing hand down her back, “are you okay?”

She nods, “never better.”

i am crying i am dying i am utterly deceased.

To eventually give her a family and a life that she deserves instead of his old ass struggling through life and barely able to take care of himself.

OLD ASS I CACKLED

“I figured,” she knows she’s hot and turns around to show off, “you have 15 minutes to get ready for work if you need to take care of that?”

“By myself?” He pouts.

BITCH AINT NO WAY AINT NO NO FUCKING WAY NO FUCKING WAY EMILY STOP IT I AM YELLING AT YOU FROM CALIFORNIA AND I AM SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS.

no seriously i'm hoping the blondie music is gonna distract me

“Good?” She asks from the doorway, holding a bowl of cereal to her chest as she spoons another mouthful in.

“Uh-huh,” he answers, eyes still closed while his chest rises and falls violently.

“You’re so fucking hot…” it comes out in a sigh as she rests against the doorframe.

“Thanks,” he laughs, sitting up and making sure he didn’t make too much of a mess. He balls up the tissue and throws it in the bin near her bed. “Clearly, I think you are too.”

“Hungry?” She asks with a sly smile, “I have toast, oatmeal or cereal?”

the way they so nonchalantly switch from talking abt masturbating to breakfast 💀i am dead

He nods, “I might… I can’t make that promise.”

yk? i would copy and paste this whole section and also comment on it too but i was too busy choking on my sobs and eating my tacos (for context, i had to take a break lmao. it was getting spicy but now i am here reading with sustenance)

“Cause she’s my subordinate and I’m still married?” He looks at her like she’s lost her mind. “And I told her we were getting divorced when the both of us know I’m not. I’ve fucked up… like the worst fuck up ever.”

“It’s not a complete lie,” she points at him, “you are separated, you’ve signed the papers. It’s not your fault Lila isn’t signing them because she’s trying to sue you for the prenup.”

WTFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF NO FUCKING WAY THIS DICK LIED ABT HIS DIVORCE I AM ? NOT OK? AND EMILY AS A DIRECTOR???? I- NO WORDS MAN. NO WORDS. but not willing to sign the papers is such a lila thing to do, i barely fucking know her character but idk man it's the ~vibes~

He nods, “she paid off the doctor to fake everything. Even the miscarriage wasn’t real. I found out when I was going through our finances with the lawyer and my accountant.”

“That’s a huge HIPPA violation,” she gets so angry, “who was the doctor? I’m getting their licence revoked. What the actual fuck is wrong with them?”

what. the. actual. fuck.

no emily, no not this. you weren't fucking lying when you said lila is a bitch 💀

It’s case after case, after case for 2 weeks straight. He spends that time trying to tell her the truth and instead, he ends up just lying more.

oh no spencer. plz i-? i feel so bad for what lila put him thru but the lying is so wrong 😭

“She’s on the warpath, she knows she’s not going to win the lawsuit, she knows we got the fertility doctor fired for violating HIPAA, and she knows you’re not sleeping at our house anymore,” Tara explains. “She’s a master manipulator who doesn’t want you to be happy, she’s going to find out about you and Y/N and she’s going to try to ruin it. So get ahead of it.”

ms tara there she goes. zoom zoom with the predictions and foreshadowing. a queen 😭

FUCKING SPENCER TELL THE FUCKING TRUTH YOU ASSHOLE I AM SUPPOSED TO BE ROOTING FOR YOU YET HERE YOU ARE 😭

She moans into the pillow as he strikes her again and quickly soothes her ass with his hand. Before she can feel any relief, he smacks the other cheek just as hard as the first one. She doesn’t mean to squirm away, moving up the bed and sticking her ass out more as he hit her a 4th time.

ooooooo... this is happening oooooo. jaw is #dropped

He gips her thighs, pulling her closer as he fucks her faster and faster, “I don’t care, take my fucking cock. Is this what you wanted? You wanted me to come here and fucking destroy your pussy? So you flirted with Captain Douchpants to make me jealous? Was this the outcome you wanted?” His voice is deeper than ever before, he’s growling as he fucks into her harder and harder.

captain douchpants 😭😭😭 spencer is a whole ass mood when he's jelly

“don’t be mad,” she leads in with that, the look on her face and her body language make it seem like she’s trying to crumple up into a tiny ball. “Penelope told me everything… I’ve known the whole time.”

UGH IMPECCABLE I LOVE HER SO MUCH 😭😭😭

He pulls her in for a kiss, “I. Love. You.” He kisses her between each word. Resting her forehead against his, she stares at him softly, taking in the brown swirls and flecks of gold in his eyes and memorizing them for later.

“I love you,” she replies just as softly. “I don’t care if it’s not final, I don’t care if Lucile wants to come after me too, I’m here for you. completely. Through everything, I’m going to be right here for you. Fuck Lydia, honestly.”

UGH THE CONFESSION I AM NOT WELL TAKE ME TO THE HOSPITAL RN 🚨WWWWEEEEEEEEEEEE 🚨WOOOOOOOOOO🚨

oh actually don't, ambulances cost like $2000 here so let me be deceased at home 😌

It really hits him then, he sniffles a bit as his eyes well with tears. “We’re going to love them so much.”

“They’re going to drown in it,” she teases.

“Drowning in love is all I’ve ever wanted,” he’s incredibly soft with her at that moment. “I’ve never been happier, Y/N.”

She laughs so she won’t cry again, “good, cause I’ve wanted to love you this hard for so long it was killing me.”

“You get to love me as long as you want,” the tiniest bit of doubt sneaks in.

“Forever,” she’s serious. “Forever, always, infinity, all the words. You’ve got me till the end and I don’t break promises.”

“Forever it is then.”

I SATISFYING ENDING THANK YOU VERY MUCH I WILL TAKE IT AND LEAVE WITH IT FOREVER

overall:

omg emily this whole fic was just an insane rollercoaster that i absolutely loved. the smut was soooooo sooo good and the plot was insanely amazing. i rlly loved and enjoyed reading this, you're a wonderful writer. ILY<3333333

Clandestine Meetings

18+

Summary: Doctor Spencer Reid, Unit Chief of the FBI's acclaimed Behavioural Analysis Team, married former actress Lila archer back in 2013 and his life basically went downhill from there. Until Y/N came along. Content Warnings: mentions; domestic abuse, cheating, emotional abuse, faked pregnancy/miscarriage, divorce issues and alcohol abuse. Smut, Oral (female receiving), unprotected penetrative sex, breeding kink, creampies, office sex, Dom!Spencer, lowkey perv!Spencer, spanking, rough sex, aftercare, emotional sex, love confessions, mutual pining, Angst with a Happy Ending word count: 10k

Late nights in the office with her boss have always been interesting… to say the least.

Sitting across from him, legs crossed and poised as ever while she shared files back and forth with her boss. Discussing the severity of the cases, choosing which ones to take on as a team, and who should respond one on one to less demanding cases.

However, the only thing on her mind was how badly she wanted him.

Hearing words from his mouth that should make her feel sick, were instead making her hot and bothered, causing her to rock against her crossed legs every so often for friction. He was just too sexy for any of this, he was pretty enough to be a model, smart enough to be the fucking president, and confident enough to rule the world.

All she wanted was for him to rock hers.

The only problem? He’s married, not happily, but he’s made the commitment to someone else which is something she had to respect. If he wasn’t married, she would have convinced him to bend her over this desk years ago. Back when she was just one of his students before he recruited her to be his media specialist and makeshift assistant.

“Are you okay?” He asks, careful and kind, the way Spencer always is.

She nods, “fine, just tired.”

“Should I go put on another pot of coffee? We still have a few to go through,” he goes to stand, waiting for her answer.

“No, it’s okay. I won’t be able to sleep later if I do that now,” she shakes her head, “but I can go make you some if you want it, sir?”

He tilts his head, disappointed, his brow raises, “you’ve gotta stop calling me that, I’m just Spence.”

“Sorry,” she smirks, knowing if this was a cartoon her crush would be evident by now, thanks to the fire engine red that spread over her whole body, to the point steam almost came out of her ears.

He’s asked her multiple times not to call him Sir when they weren’t on the job. He wanted her to call him Spence, like the last media girl, did. He missed JJ, and he missed her son, he missed the majority of the team he grew up with, and now he ran an almost completely new one. He wasn’t used to the power and control, but he was the most Senior Agent remaining in the unit.

“Spence,” she teases him with a smirk, “it just doesn’t feel right. You’re not a Spence to me.”

“So you’re saying that you prefer to call me Sir?” He teases her more, perpetuating her crush on him and giving her a false hope that she had a chance.

She just nods, unable to breathe or speak, she didn’t want to embarrass herself further.

“Now is that just in the office, or in all your daydreams too?” He pushes it further, laughing at her reaction.

With wide eyes, her mouth opens, “how the fuck did you know?”

“I didn’t,” he smiles, “but now I know for sure. I suspected you liked me when you started bringing me cookies every day before you found out I was married… I just seem to be noticing you staring at me more often now.”

“I’m so sorry,” she apologizes profusely, “I shouldn’t, I know you have a wife and—“

“Well,” he cuts her off. “It’s about to be had a wife.”

“Since when?” She was absolutely shocked, he didn’t seem like the type to stop trying for what he loved.

“Since I walked in on her fucking the dog walker… which I knew we didn’t need because she doesn’t work, so she should have been able to take the fucking chihuahua out herself, but no, she wanted something more than me.”

“How?” She looks absolutely disgusted with the news. “I would literally quit right now if it meant you could fuck me just once… this bitch could’ve had you for life and threw it all away?”

The smile that builds on his face is remarkable, “you want me that bad?”

She nods feverishly, “I guess Linda’s loss is my gain.”

“That isn’t her name, and you know it,” Spencer laughs.

“I’ve honestly never liked her, she was rude to me,” she admits. “Ever since Penelope called me your work wife I thought she’s had it out for me. I think she’s the one who popped my tire…”

“She thought we were having an affair for a while,” he admits. “She wasn’t totally wrong, emotionally I think I stopped truly caring for Lila a while ago.”

Lila… it made her skin crawl to hear her name. The failed actress who ran to Virginia and married the Agent who saved her life in 2005. Attaching herself to him like a leech and slowly sucking him dry over the years. She was a colossal bitch and Y/N’d be lying if she said she wasn’t praying on her downfall.

“When do you sign the divorce papers?” She switches topics, not wanting to flirt more or lead him on if he wasn’t fully rid of her.

“Next week, but we’ve been separated for a few months now. She’s dating the dog walker, his name is Kevin, and they’re keeping the house,” Spencer sighs. “So I’ve been living with Emily and Tara, their guest bedroom is really nice… You know, it would be if I was the same age as Henry and fit in a twin bed still.”

“I have a queen,” she whispers across the desk, standing and walking around it. She sits on the edge of his desk, “you know, if you want to come over to my place and have a decent night’s sleep?”

He stands, reasserting his dominance with his height as he towers over her, spreading her legs, he stands between them. Close enough that she’s worried he’ll feel how wet she is for him through her stockings as her dress rides up. He brushes her hair back, carefully studying her face, making her gasp.

His other hand runs down her back until it stops right above her ass, pulling her in closer to him with a force that makes her gasp. He’s hard, deliciously thick and resting against her, she whines and pushes against him, wrapping her legs around him and grinding more.

“Look at you princess,” he coo’s, “you hear yourself don’t you? You hear how fucking pathetic your whines sound?”

She can’t help but whine again in response, arching her back so she can grind her core against his bulge as she rests on the very edge of the desk.

“Oh, I know baby, it feels so good,” he validates her feelings. “You’re such a slut for a married man.”

“S-sorry, sir,” she pants, letting him continue to rub up against her as she claws at his back. “I c-can’t help it.”

“No, no,” he traces his thumb along her jaw, stopping at her lips and gliding over the plump bottom one, sliding his thumb into her mouth to keep her quiet, “I get it, you can’t help but lose control when I’m around… something in you wants me so bad it makes you act out.”

“I’ve tried so hard,” her words come out in a whisper, staring up at him innocently, “but I want you too bad, Sir.”

He reaches past her, into his pencil jar, in search of a pair of scissors. She has no idea what he has planned, trusting him but incredibly nervous at the same time. He pulls her stockings forwards a bit, cutting into them slightly and then ripping them open with his hands.

“Look at you,” his voice deepens, his thumb traced over her panties, admiring the wet patch that has darkened the fabric. “Just for me?”

She nods, “always for you.”

He groans, tipping his head back and taking a deep breath, “fuck,” he whispers to himself. “I’m going to be in so much trouble if anyone finds out…”

“We don’t have to?” She offers, looking back at him over her shoulder, scared that he’s changed his mind and feels obligated now.

“Are you kidding?” His brows raise, “I’ve wanted you for the last 2 years, I think everyone knew too. I tried to fight it, I wanted to be a good husband, but I went home to a woman who pushed me away and only thought of me as a walking chequebook. I put so much effort into someone who didn’t want me when you were waiting patiently for me to snap and fuck you.”

Shivers cover her body, a gasp escapes her throat as she stares at him, she wants to speak. She wants to tell him every dirty thought she’s had and how badly she wants to show him each and every single one. She’s dreamed about the day he finally realized his wife wasn’t the one for him, she never thought it would really happen.

“Do you want to?” He asks, making sure she feels safe and as in control as she can. “I need your words, pretty girl?”

“Yes, sir, I really want you to rail me into next week, sir,” she teases, watching his eyes darken as he turns her back around and sets her bare ass on the cold wooden desk.

“Condom? Limits? Anything I should know first?” Spencer asks with a smirk on his face, only growing as she looks more and more speechless.

“I’m on the pill, none that I can think of right now and please, just fuck me already?” she smirks right back.

“Where to start, where to start,” he makes a tsk sound behind his teeth as he shakes his head, “I have always wanted a taste of that pussy…”

She groans, watching him sink to his knees as she spreads her legs wider, resting one foot on the desk nob and the other on the armrest of his chair. She’s spread as far as she can go. He sits in his chair, leaning in and kissing her inner thigh, she gasps in anticipation.

She’s always thought he’d be good at this. She’s seen the way his tongue sticks out when he laughs, how often he licks his lips, he plays with the end of his straw sometimes or even the cap of a pen… she’s spent too much time staring at his mouth.

He rips the tights open more, moving her underwear to the side and using his index finger to massage her clit teasingly. She bites her lip and holds in her noises, knowing they’re alone in the building but still not wanting it to travel past his office door.

He loops down to gather her wetness, smirking to himself as he rubs it over her clit gloriously. He makes her feel so good with just his hand that when his mouth is added to the mix she instantly moans. Gripping his hair, she loses her cool and lets all her noises out.

“Fuck,” he groans against her, flicking his tongue back and forth, sucking at her skin and fingering her cunt all at the same time. “Delicious, you taste so fucking good.”

She grinds against his face, barely sitting on the edge of the desk anymore as he wraps his arms around her legs and holds her impossibly close to his mouth. The sound of him eating her out is disgustingly euphoric, he’s so involved he’s eating her out in search of her soul.

She’s so close she can’t even speak, trembling as she gets close and closer when he stops fingering her, sucking the wetness from her and bringing it back up with his tongue before he sucks on her clit again.

That does it, she cums instantly with a shout, covering her mouth and hoping he doesn’t let her hit the floor as she grinds and thrashes through her orgasm. And he doesn’t stop, tongue fucking her to taste the best part.

He stands suddenly, lifting her ass and pushing her back against the desk. He loosens his belt and pushes his pants and underwear down, “I need you on my cock,” it’s a unique way of asking.

“Yes sir,” she manages to moan, arching her back on his desk and pushing herself closer to him.

He drags his cock through the mess he made, stoking it over himself before he lines up with her and slides in slowly. He hisses as he bottoms out, “oh fuck…”

“Oh my god,” she moans, hunching forward to look between them as he stretches her open, he pulls out slightly and pushes back in, “I knew you’d feel this good.”

“Yeah?” He asks, “how often do you fuck yourself thinking of me?”

“Too often,” she’s honest as his thrusts pick up.

He hums, leaning in to move her hair behind her ear and kiss her neck as he fucks her, “what do you say when you cum thinking about me?”

She tries to suppress a giggle, “it started with professor…”

He groans, “naughty girl.”

“Only for you, sir,” she grinds against his thrusts, meeting him halfway with another moan.

He fucked her harder, fast and rough as she gripped his tie and pulled him in for a kiss. Locking their lips together as he pounds into her, tongues swirling, incoherent moans and whines exchanged like they were building their own language.

She knew he was close, she was too from just how fucking hot he was, he kept hitting that spot deep inside of her that made her knees weak, “oh fuck, Spence…”

“So now you say it,” he manages to tease her, kissing the side of her mouth as she smiles, “you wanna cum for me?”

“Please, sir?” She begs, tossing her head back in euphoria and just taking whatever he gives her. It feels far too good to say anything else.

He rubs her clit again with his thumb, it’s a shock to have direct contact on it again while he fucks her. It’s so much, she’s right there, chanting his name between shaky breaths, she pulls him in for a kiss as she cums. Moaning against his mouth as they make out, she feels him fill her with his own load. Groaning, his hips still as he shoots deep inside of her.

“Oh baby,” he cradles her face against his neck, hugging her as he catches his breath, “you did so well.”

“Yeah,” she can’t find any other words, her heart is beating too fast and her mind is completely blank. He fucked her brains out. “Thank you?”

He presses kisses to her head, running a soothing hand down her back, “are you okay?”

She nods, “never better.”

—

He wakes up comfortably for the first time in months.

Y/N’s side of the bed was empty but still warm, he looked around her room to see she was nowhere to be found but the sound of the shower running let him know she was close. She was so cuddly during the night that he hoped to wake up in her arms, expecting too much from the girl he was just fucking… he wanted so much more from her but he couldn’t do that to her.

She was young, she should have a boyfriend her own age to make a life with. To eventually give her a family and a life that she deserves instead of his old ass struggling through life and barely able to take care of himself. He shouldn’t do this, he shouldn’t lead her on to thinking they could be together forever when he knows she deserves more.

The shower turns off and he lays back, pretending to be asleep again when she enters the room in just a towel as her body glistens. If he thought she smelled good before, he had no idea she could smell so good. Like strawberries and vanilla, it travelled through the room while she walked around gathering her things for the day.

Through one eye he watches her drop the towel and slide into her underwear before reaching for her skin cream. She places a leg on the bed, pumping some cream into her hand and running it over her long legs, rubbing it in without any knowledge that he was also staring at her, but he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

Without a shirt, her boobs just bounced with her as she walked around, picking a shirt from her closet and laying on the end of the bed before looking for pants in her drawer. Then she picked socks and a bra and slowly got to work dressing as he kept watching her.

“Good morning,” she smirks, turning to him, “enjoying the show?”

“More than you know,” he admits, knowing he was tenting the sheets with his morning wood.

“I figured,” she knows she’s hot and turns around to show off, “you have 15 minutes to get ready for work if you need to take care of that?”

“By myself?” He pouts.

She smirks then, looking through her drawers for something and handing him a stack of photos, “my friends and I did a sexy photoshoot once… these might help. I’m going to make breakfast.”

He holds them in his hands, looking at the photos of her with barely anything on in very provocative poses, “y-yeah…”

“Have fun, tissues are on the night table,” she smiles at him before leaving the room, actually leaving him in her bed with fap material. She was something else.

He thinks about it quickly, flipping through the photos as his cock throbs in agony. One is of her, on her knees, pressing her tits together as she looks up at the camera. Her tongue out, staring at him innocently like she wants him to cum on her face.

It’s not like he hasn’t gotten off to thoughts of her in the past… it’s just that he’s never had to look at her face as he strokes his cock with fervour. Gliding his thumb over the head of his cock as he gathers the glistening precum and spreads it over his length again and again. With each stroke he has to bite back a moan, laying the photos of her on her bed and letting his eyes flick between them as he fucked his hand.

She was so hot he couldn’t hold off any longer, reaching for a tissue on her bedside table, he shot his load into it with a gasp. Unable to process it all, he collapses back against the bed to catch his breath, “holy fuck.”

“Good?” She asks from the doorway, holding a bowl of cereal to her chest as she spoons another mouthful in.

“Uh-huh,” he answers, eyes still closed while his chest rises and falls violently.

“You’re so fucking hot…” it comes out in a sigh as she rests against the doorframe.

“Thanks,” he laughs, sitting up and making sure he didn’t make too much of a mess. He balls up the tissue and throws it in the bin near her bed. “Clearly, I think you are too.”

“Hungry?” She asks with a sly smile, “I have toast, oatmeal or cereal?”

“Toast sounds good,” he walks over to her and presses a kiss on her forehead. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you, sir,” she teases him. “Now get your ass in gear, I’m not going to be late because of you. My boss will have my ass for this…”

“Yes ma’am,” he smirks.

“Ooh,” she looks at him with interest, “I like that… we should try that out sometime.”

“One day,” he kisses her cheek one last time before pulling away to look for his things.

She does her regular morning routine as he picks from his go bag and makes an outfit for the day. He grabs the toast to go and the two of them get into her car, heading into Quantico with nerves he hasn’t felt in a long time. The guards taking their badges know, they smirk at him as if to say ‘good job hitting that man’, it’s so obvious.

“You go up first,” she looks at him nervously as soon as she parks. “I’ll take the elevator up in a few minutes so they don’t think we came in together.”

“Okay,” he nods. “Um… are we going to talk about it at all or are we just pretending it didn’t happen from here on out?”

She shrugs, “I’ll do anything to keep you and my job.”

“I can’t do this again until my divorce is final,” it comes out in a whisper. “I feel awful, I don’t want to lead you on but I also can’t make this official…”

“I know,” she smiles sweetly, he actually believes that she’s okay with it. “It’s okay, I don’t mind waiting a week… a week ago I had all but accepted the fact I’d never be anything more than your friend and now look at me.”

It makes him laugh as she tosses her scarf over her shoulder, “I’m the slutty assistant who fucked her boss, that’s pretty iconic.”

“Girlboss as Penelope would say,” he teases her, making her laugh again. “But seriously, is this something you want? Because I don’t want you to think you have to sleep with me in order to keep your job, I never want to make you uncomfortable and on top of all that, I don’t want you to feel trapped at 24…”

She sighs, “how many Ph.D.’s did you have at 17 again?”

“Almost two.”

“So that’s what you were doing when I was born… it’s a huge gap and it’s going to suck when I have to change your diapers one day, which I planned on doing as your assistant regardless of if you ever loved me back one day… but yeah? I mean, sure, I don’t know how this could work out but I’d love to try,” she’s honest. Brutally honest in a way that makes his heart tighten.

“You just made me feel so old,” he shakes his head, staring off past her as he thinks about it. He was almost a full man when she entered the world. He could have children her age if he tried back then… that’s horrifying.

“You kinda are,” she whispers with a smirk, “but I like you. My mom always says that if the person you’re dating isn’t your best friend then you shouldn’t be dating them.”

“Are your parents still together?” He asks. Wanting to see if her theory is correct.

She nods, “yeah they’ve been married for 26 years, together for 33… they’re best friends, they’re attached at the hip and it’s sickly sweet.”

He can’t help but smile, “that’s cute.”

“Yeah…” the conversation almost stops there, “I really like you, I feel like you need to know that now. It’s going to be hard to get over this if you don’t want to keep this going, and that’s not me trying to say you have to keep this up or anything. I just mean that I’m fragile and I love my job and I don’t want this to ruin that.”

“I know,” his shoulders drop and he instantly feels bad. “Fuck, I really want to finish this conversation but we’re going to be late and that’s going to be even more obvious.”

“Can you just tell me right now if you’re going to break my heart?” She whispers. “Cause I can’t do this if that’s how it ends.”

He nods, “I might… I can’t make that promise.”

“Okay,” she sighs reluctantly. “Go, get to work. I’ll be a few minutes late.”

“I can’t leave after that,” he shakes his head, leaning in and pressing their foreheads together. “I don’t want to hurt you but life is unpredictable and a part of me wants you to do better than me but the rest of me wants you to be mine. But I feel selfish taking you when you could find someone your age and have a normal and good life.”

“What if that’s not what I want?” She narrows her eyes, looking at him like he’s an idiot. “You don’t know me outside of this place, the last boyfriends I’ve had have all been in their late 30s too. You’re not too old, you’re not using me and it’s not weird. I like you. You’re mature and kind and smart and if I was going to marry someone I’d want them to be like you.”

“I wish I knew you when I was getting married the first time,” he admits. “Everyone tried to warn me and I never believed any of them. I would have listened to you.”

“I wouldn’t have been very nice about it,” she laughs. “I would have waited till the wedding and stood up. I would have read her for filth and made her wish she didn’t get up there looking like a pastry topper and lie to you about being loyal.”

“That’s why I like you,” he admits. “I like that you walk with your head held high and you don’t let anyone mess with you. You’re powerful and it’s sexy.”

She smirks, “go upstairs before I fuck you in my car.”

“Okay,” he leans in for a quick kiss, pressing against her lips ever so softly. “I’m going to go talk to Emily first, so you can go into the office first, come on.”

“Alright,” she grabs her purse and joins him outside the car, walking together to the elevator, he wants to hold her hand so bad…

She hits floor 6, he hits floor 10, he stands close the whole ride; rubbing his knuckles against her hand, that’s how close he was. The elevator dings and she leaves with a wave, “see ya soon.”

“Bye,” he whispers back, waving slightly as the door closes. He lets out a deep sigh as soon as he’s alone again, he was fucked.

He walks into the director’s suite with ease, smiling at the receptionist, “Is she free?”

“She is, go on in Doctor Reid,” she smiles at him.

He continues down the hall, seeing that her door was wide open and walking right in. He closes the door behind himself and rests against it, staring at Emily as she looks up from her paperwork.

“Oh god, what did you do?” She takes her glasses off and places them on the desk. Grey hair in a nice bun, suit pressed and fitted, she pulled off the director’s position well.

“I fucked Y/N,” he whispers.

“No fucking way,” she smiles, leaning back in her chair, “how was it?”

“You’re not going to scream at me?”

She shakes her head, “no, why?”

“Cause she’s my subordinate and I’m still married?” He looks at her like she’s lost her mind. “And I told her we were getting divorced when the both of us know I’m not. I’ve fucked up… like the worst fuck up ever.”

“It’s not a complete lie,” she points at him, “you are separated, you’ve signed the papers. It’s not your fault Lila isn’t signing them because she’s trying to sue you for the prenup.”

He slides down the door till he’s sitting on the carpeted floor, covering his face with his hands. “I hate her. I can’t fucking believe this is happening. I can’t believe I let this happen!”

“Calm down,” she makes her way over to him. Kneeling on the floor gently, she places her hand on his shoulder, “tell her the truth. She’ll understand that Lila’s the issue here and that you’re just stuck in the middle.”

“Her lawyer is really trying to say that my career only took off after her case and that I knew when I married her that I’d keep making more money and I tricked her with the prenup… because she had more money when we got married and now I have more, she’s trying so hard to get everything,” he whispers. “She’s fucking evil.”

“Let me call some people… she might not be on your ass for long,” Emily smiles. “Who knows, maybe she didn’t file her taxes right?”

He laughs, “she didn’t even know she had to when we were married, I did 5 years of back taxes when we got together. It’s a good thing she’s pretty.”

“It’s also good you didn’t have kids, that would make this 20 times worse,” Emily adds. “I can just imagine how insane a custody battle with her could be.”

“She lied to me,” he whispers. “She had me go to a fertility clinic to get my sperm tested cause she wasn’t getting pregnant and they told me I had a 14% chance of conceiving a child naturally. So we started doing hormones and shit all while she was on the pill and pretending to go to her appointments and having sex with me at home saying it was go time… she made me believe I couldn’t have kids.”

“Wait, did she have them lie to you about the percentage?” She asks, shocked.

He nods, “she paid off the doctor to fake everything. Even the miscarriage wasn’t real. I found out when I was going through our finances with the lawyer and my accountant.”

“That’s a huge HIPPA violation,” she gets so angry, “who was the doctor? I’m getting their licence revoked. What the actual fuck is wrong with them?”

He sighs, “I wish I fucking knew. Literally, why me of all the men out there?”

“You know why,” Emily’s tone changes. “We work with people like her all the time. You’re autistic and empathetic and she’s a manipulative narcissist who failed at the only thing she thought she was good at… so she used you to make herself feel better. She’s the problem, not you.”

He lets out the deepest sigh, holding back sobs as he tucks his knees up to his chest and buries his head in shame. “I can’t believe this is my life.”

Before she can answer, her desk phone rings. She lets it ring, rubbing his shoulder slightly, “I’m sorry, Spencer.”

She stands and rushes for the phone, “Director Prentiss.”

He can hear her voice, “hi is Doctor Reid still with you? We have a case.”

“He’ll be down shortly, we’re just wrapping up. He’ll be a few minutes late.”

“I’ll tell the team,” she answers, hanging up at the same time as Emily.

“You have a case.”

“I heard,” he grumbles, making his way to his feet. “It’s fine, I’ll figure it out.”

“You don’t have to do it alone, remember that,” she calls to him as he opens her door and leaves in a hurry.

He uses the elevator ride to calm down a bit, he straightens out his jacket and walks right into the briefing room, “what did I miss?”

—

It's case after case, after case for 2 weeks straight. He spends that time trying to tell her the truth and instead, he ends up just lying more.

It starts with a quick kiss before she leaves for the night, he pulls her back in and can’t help himself from deepening it. He ends up at her apartment most nights that they’re home from cases and still sharing hotels the way they always did before. Only this time they slept in the one queen together, wrapped around each other and completely content… that was until the morning when he woke up hard and she woke up horny and they broke the only rule they had.

He still wasn’t officially divorced, she still didn’t know the truth, and so he lied to her again. She pulls back from their heated exchange to catch her breath, “wait, was it finalized?”

“Yeah,” he doesn’t elaborate, he simply keeps going and she has no reason not to believe him.

She tosses her leg over him, moving her panties to the side as he pulls his cock out of his underwear, gliding it through her wetness before she slides down it. It’s glorious, she takes him in one go and he groans. “fuck… I love you.”

“What?” She stills, staring at him like he just changed her life.

“I mean the feeling,” he tries to cover it up. “Fuck, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she leans in and kisses him softly. Over and over again as she rides him. It goes from steamy to passionate within seconds, she moves her hips so slowly, grinding against him as they make out again. His hands roam her back, her hands cup his face while she kisses him before moving up into his hair.

He’s completely encapsulated by her. She owns him at this moment and he’s completely hers. He knows that under God this wouldn’t be considered cheating, he wouldn’t be considered an adulterer because he wasn’t sleeping with them both at the same time. He cut ties from Lila, they haven’t had sex in over 7 months, he’s technically not bonded to anyone but Y/N in his heart.

Hopefully, she understands that when he finally tells her the truth.

After everything is said and done he expects her to cuddle into him, he waits for her head to rest on his chest as she comes down from her orgasm. To wrap her arms around him and hold him close like she was this morning… but she gets up and heads to the bathroom. She showers, she gets dressed and she leaves without him.

It becomes a running theme after sex. She doesn’t ever cuddle with him. No matter how passionate, no matter how tired, even if they’re fucking in the middle of the night… she turns away from him and doesn’t let him hold her. She moves away when he spoons her and sometimes he wakes up to find her asleep on the couch.

He felt terrible.

So he starts leaving instead. He rents an apartment near Quantico, he stops sleeping at her house and she never sleeps at his. The sex happens in the office, in the hotels, and sometimes in the photocopy room in random precincts around America.

And he gets incredibly jealous when the other men at these precincts also think they can hit on her. They brush against her, they make her laugh, she lays her hand on their arms and leans in when it’s not even funny and he wants to go insane. She’s not even his, they’re not together, she doesn’t want him to break her heart and yet she’s fine with breaking his.

She knows he’s in love with her and that makes him angrier. It’s like she enjoys turning the tables and taking control, while he’s her boss yet she’s the one with the power here. She wants him to know that she can fuck him and toss him to the side and that she’d never fuck someone else while they did this but she wanted him to know replacing him could be easy.

“Would you want to get a drink with me?” One of the cops asks as they close their paperwork for the evening.

Their flight isn’t until tomorrow, she has time to do whatever she wants and he half expects her to say yes. Even if they have a non-verbal agreement to hook up at the end of every case, he doesn’t expect her to choose him over someone else.

“I can’t, I have plans already tonight,” she shrugs, patting the man’s shoulder condescendingly, “sorry.”

Spencer smiles to himself, picking up his satchel and walking out of the precinct with his head held high.

“Do you want to get some coffee with me?” Tara asks, holding the keys to one of the SUVs. “Luke and Matt took the newbies out for dinner after a great takedown.”

“I’m not busy,” he shrugs, hopping into the car without noticing Y/N’s frown as he leaves without her.

Tara doesn’t bring it up for at least 10 minutes. Not until they have their coffees in hand and they’re sitting back in the SUV. “You need to tell her the truth.”

“I’m working on it,” he doesn’t want to talk about it. “I want to make sure everything is settled before she finds out. She doesn’t need to be involved with me and Lila and our issues, all she wants is to sleep with me and go to work. We’re nothing more than that.”

“You’re in love with her,” Tara sees right through it. “Emily and I have known that for a long time. You got drunk right after you caught Lila with Kevin and went on a 15-minute rant on our bathroom floor about how Y/N is the one for you and how you’re glad you never had babies with Lila because you’d rather have a woman like Y/N raise your kids. Stop lying to her and yourself and do what’s right because you might fuck up the best thing that’s ever happened to you and I can’t let that happen.”

“Oh…” he lets Tara's words sink in. “I— I don’t know what to say?”

She sighs, “just tell her before Lila does.”

“What do you mean?”

“She’s on the warpath, she knows she’s not going to win the lawsuit, she knows we got the fertility doctor fired for violating HIPAA, and she knows you’re not sleeping at our house anymore,” Tara explains. “She’s a master manipulator who doesn’t want you to be happy, she’s going to find out about you and Y/N and she’s going to try to ruin it. So get ahead of it.”

“Why can’t I profile my own life? How did I not see this coming?” He immediately panics.

“Because you’re stuck inside the issue,” she places her hand on his and holds it tight. “When my husband was getting drunk and abusing me I thought I could fix him. I thought I could convince him to get sober for me without encompassing any of the knowledge I had about abusive alcoholics. I knew he couldn’t get better with me around, but I wanted a husband more than I wanted to be treated right. I wanted a hint of normal life after everything that’s happened to me and I think that’s happening to you now too.”

He nods, “I feel like I’m drowning… like I can’t escape all the mistakes I’ve made and it’s just getting worse.”

“So go let off some steam and let the pain evaporate for a minute,” she smiles at him. “I know what you two get up to when we’re on cases… just promise me you’ll tell her soon? Because I think she can help you through it better than any of us.”

He smirks, “thank you. I’ll do that.”

—

“Get your clothes off,” he says as soon as the hotel door is closed. “I know you’re already wet from all that flirting you’ve done today.”

“What?” She laughs at first, then she sees the darkness in his eyes and a chill runs through her. He hasn’t been this dominating with her since the first night, the night he lost control and finally gave in to temptation.

He was finally back. The Spencer that knew what he wanted and took it. The confident, sexy man she fell in love with before was right there again.

“Yes sir.”

She quickly strips from all of her clothes while he watches. “On the bed,” he orders.

She nods, laying on her back with her arms and legs spread, dripping with anticipation. She watches as he steps closer to the bed, peeling off his tie and undoing his buttons agonizingly slow. “Did you have fun today?”

She nods, “I like when men think I’m hot… sue me.”

Something about that phrase really sets him off.

“You’re a little attention whore,” he corrects her. “You knew he was hitting on you, you didn’t tell him you’re seeing someone and then you provoked him by unbuttoning your shirt. I’m surprised you even came back here after he asked you for drinks… Always spreading your legs for any man who’s nice to you.”

“Sorry, sir,” she should feel bad, but she doesn’t. Butterflies erupt in her stomach, she knows this one is going to be good. “I’ve been a bad girl.”

“How should I punish you?” He asks as he pulls his belt out of the loops of his pants, folding it in half while both of their eyes travel to it. She can’t help but lick her lips as she thinks about it… she always liked when he slapped her ass, this would be better. “Is this what you wanted?”

She shakes her head, egging him on further, “I haven’t been that bad…”

“Colour?”

“Green,” she whispers. “Emerald, Jade, Forest… all of them.”

“Shut up,” he orders. “Or should I gag you?”

She presses her lips together, silently answering his question and ensuring he knows she’ll be a good girl from here on out.

“Flip,” he orders, helping her onto her stomach and quickly running his hand over her ass. “You get 5 of these every time you act out, how’s that sound?”

“Well deserved sir— AH!” She’s cut off with the first strike of his belt hitting her ass cheek.

“Quiet,” he reaffirms. “The team is down the fucking hall, do you want them to know you’re a naughty whore?”

“No, sir,” she whispers, pressing her face into a pillow and waiting for the next one.

She moans into the pillow as he strikes her again and quickly soothes her ass with his hand. Before she can feel any relief, he smacks the other cheek just as hard as the first one. She doesn’t mean to squirm away, moving up the bed and sticking her ass out more as he hit her a 4th time.

He pushes her hips against the bed then, “stay.”

She doesn’t answer, she whines as she waits, not knowing when the final one was coming but she knew it was going to feel good. She moves slightly, expecting him to bring the belt down one last time, but he doesn’t. “It sounds like you’re liking this?”

“I don't,” she lies. “It hurts sir…”

He brings down the last strike that catches her off guard, moaning as the pain turns to a tingle, her ass was burning but it felt amazing, “I’m sorry, sir.”

“Are you?”

She nods, sitting up without permission and carefully kneeling in front of him, “how can I show you?”

He smirks, “I’m going to use you like the toy you want to be, and if you’re good I might let you cum too.”

She nods with excitement, “okay.”

He manhandles her, turning her around and pressing her against the mattress, “ass up.”

She can hear him taking off his pants, before she knows it he’s dragging his cock through her folds and sliding in without any warning. Bottoming out, his hips touch her tender ass and make her hiss, “does that hurt?”

“A little, sir,” she’s not sure why she answers because she knows he doesn’t care right now.

He gips her thighs, pulling her closer as he fucks her faster and faster, “I don’t care, take my fucking cock. Is this what you wanted? You wanted me to come here and fucking destroy your pussy? So you flirted with Captain Douchpants to make me jealous? Was this the outcome you wanted?” His voice is deeper than ever before, he’s growling as he fucks into her harder and harder.

“You feel that? Feel my cock deep in your pussy?” He asks, pushing her head into the mattress, knowing she can’t reply. “Going to fill you up again and again until you’re nothing but a filthy cum dump, I could even plug you up and make you walk around with my cum in you all day as a reminder of who you fucking belong to.”

She moans, loud and high pitched, close to cumming just from his words and the power of his thrusts. “You like how that sounds? Do you want to carry ‘round my seed all day? If only I could get you pregnant then they’d all know. They’d see you carrying my child and know that you belong to me, that no other cock is better for you than the one that knocked you up.”

Her orgasm rips through her without warning, pushing her back on his cock with each thrust as she trembles through it. He slaps her ass cheek, leaving a red hand mark with the marks that would no doubt bruise, “what did I say?”

“I’m sorry,” she’s crying with overstimulation.

“Colour?” He pauses inside of her, she can feel his cock pulsing. He's so close, not wanting to go further if she physically can’t take it anymore.

“Green,” she wiggles against him, “fill me up, sir?”

He laughs, but it’s not like any of his other laughs that she’s heard. It was sinister and she wasn’t ready for what was to come. He pulls out and flips her over, pushing her legs up to her chest and pushing right back in, somehow even deeper than ever before.

“I’m going to fill you up so good baby girl,” he coos, slowly rocking his hips into her before picking up the pace. “Gonna breed you for the world to see.”

“Please?” She begs again, staring up at him with puppy dog eyes and making him lose it.

He’s feral, fucking into her with a primal urge that she’s only ever imagined. The bed shakes, smacking the wall in time with his thrusts and she already knows the neighbours are going to be pissed at them, but the tingle in her gut is too good to protest. “There,” she chats, “oh fuck, shit,” she lets the obscenities slip out as he pushes her closer to a third orgasm in under 20 minutes. It was insane, phenomenal and something she’d need to do with him again.

He’s close to the end, stamina dying down as he nears his orgasm. Leaning in, he wraps his arms around her and holds her close to his chest as he ruts against her, “gonna cum,” he whispers in her ear. Slowing down completely and burying himself deep in her as he cums with a grunt, “oh fuck… take it, baby.”

It’s glorious, she holds him there with his weight on her chest, full of his cum and completely his. His name was etched on her ribs, he signed her as an artist would on his masterpiece, making her look more like a Jackson Pollock as he pulled away.

He cleans them up quickly, picking her up and carrying her into the bathroom and setting her on the edge of the tub. She hisses, the sting of the cold porcelain on her raw ass cheeks is too much but also perfect relief for the burning it left.

“I’m sorry,” he panics.

“It’s fine, it’s nice now,” she smiles up at him, knowing she looks fucked out beyond belief.

He starts running the water, checking the temperature and getting her to check too. “Do you want a drink or anything?”

She nods, “just some water would be nice?”

“Okay,” he heads back into the main room. Returning with water and a handful of snacks from the minibar that he sets on the counter beside the sink. “Bubbles?”

She nods again, opening her water and taking a sip. The cold porcelain on her ass was soothing, the water replenished her energy… surprised she didn’t get dehydrated from those 3 orgasms. “Thank you.”

He pulls her into a side hug, her cheek on his shoulder, “you’re okay, right?”

“Perfect,” she smiles up at him. “Um, but I think we do need to talk…”

“You have your bath and I’ll—

“No,” she looks so hurt, “you have to come in with me?”

“Okay,” he doesn’t fight it. “Get in when you’re ready.”

“You first, I want to rest against your chest?” She looks up at him with those eyes he’s never been able to say no to.

“Of course, baby,” he looks excited, getting in right away and laying back. He reaches a hand out to help her steady herself as she gets in and immediately snuggles into his chest.

She’s not expecting him to sniffle, his hands rub over her back and she swears he’s starting to cry. She’s scared to pull away and look up, but she does so innocently, “Spence?”

“I can’t do this anymore,” he admits, rubbing a hand over his face to wipe the tears. “Lila won’t sign the fucking papers.”

“But you’ve signed?” She asks, not mad in the slightest.

He nods, catching his breath, “it’s so complicated, I’m so stressed out. I’m so in love with you, I’m fucking this up, and I’m terrified of ruining this and losing you…”

She sits up, holding his face in her hands with an anxious worry plastered to her face, “no, honey it’s okay. You’re not fucking this up. I’m sorry if I’ve made you feel that way, I promise I’m just being distant because I felt like something was going on...”

She didn’t have it in her to second guess him. From the second he said he wanted to wait till the divorce was finalized, she knew that something more was going on. She asked Penelope about it and well… Penelope doesn’t know how to keep a secret. She knew about what Lila did, she knew about how she was trying to sue for more money from him and she knew she wasn’t signing the papers.

She just didn’t want to confront him because he scared her just a little bit. Not only was he her boss, but he was also her best friend and someone who she put all her trust in and she couldn’t bear making him think she didn’t trust him anymore.

She understood he had his reasons, she didn’t mind that he was lying for his own benefit for a while and now she had to figure out how to tell him.

“don’t be mad,” she leads in with that, the look on her face and her body language make it seem like she’s trying to crumple up into a tiny ball. “Penelope told me everything… I’ve known the whole time.”

He makes a sigh of relief, crying harder and covering his face. She doesn’t know what else to do but to hug him. Wrapping herself around his body as tight as humanly possible and kissing the exposed skin of his chest.

“Did— did she tell you about the baby?”

She pulls away cautiously, “no, oh my god?”

He nods, “she took my money and pretended to get fertility treatments… I had to ejaculate in a fucking cup and she pretended she was pregnant for 2 weeks before she told me she lost it. That’s why I was away for a month last year. I was distraught at home and she went on a spa trip alone to ‘recover’ when she was really just fucking Kevin.”

Her heart drops into her stomach, “are you fucking kidding me? How the fuck can she do that to you and get away with it?”

“Easily apparently,” he shrugs.

She cups his face with her hands again, “look at me, you are so deserving of love and a family and everything good in the world. You have worked your ass off for years for other people, you deserve to have whatever the fuck you want.”

“I want you,” he whispers. “I’ve wanted you for a very long time.”

She cries a little then too, “I’ve been in love with you for years, Spence. It’s been so fucking hard just watching and wishing I could give you the world. I would marry you and have your babies and cuddle you all night long if I could, there’s no one else I want in this world but you and for so long I thought I’d never get you.”

He pulls her in for a kiss, “I. Love. You.” He kisses her between each word. Resting her forehead against his, she stares at him softly, taking in the brown swirls and flecks of gold in his eyes and memorizing them for later.

“I love you,” she replies just as softly. “I don’t care if it’s not final, I don’t care if Lucile wants to come after me too, I’m here for you. completely. Through everything, I’m going to be right here for you. Fuck Lydia, honestly.”

He laughs, “yeah, fuck Lilith,” he gets her name wrong too. It’s funnier when he does it, “thank you.”

She kisses him again, “anything for you.”

—

Two pink lines.

That’s all it takes apparently to make her sob uncontrollably in her bathroom at 6 in the morning. She’s happier than she’s ever been before, holding the test close to her heart as she slides down the bathroom door and rests on the floor.

She holds her stomach, knowing that there was possibly someone coming to life in there was such a surreal feeling. She always knew she wanted to be a mom, her own mother had her at 24, it was almost like fate. As if history was repeating itself, she would hopefully be blessed with a little girl who loved her as much as she loves her own mom.

Just knowing she was going to have Spencer’s baby made it even more exciting. She had a pep in her step, being hopeful it was real and happening and healthy inside her. She didn’t want to let him or herself down with this, so she kept it to herself. It wouldn’t be the first time she’s had a pregnancy test turn out 2 lines. The only difference this time was that she knew she forgot to take her pill, she knew she fucked up and she knew that she’d be able to live with the consequences this time ‘round. And most of all, this is a baby she wanted to have.

She wasn’t in college, she wasn’t financially unstable, he wasn’t a one-night stand or a douchebag just trying to get into her pants… this was something she’s fantasized about for the last 2 years. Hating herself a little bit inside every time she wished a married man would love her, but in the end, it was almost like her heart was longing for him for a reason.

She was meant to live a life with Spencer and their child. They were supposed to be happy together and so she let nature run its course.

She’d tell him when she knew for sure. Until then, she would go to work every day and pretend nothing was different. Happier than normal, with snacks and water and comfortable shoes on, she pretended nothing was going on inside of her.

A chill runs through her as she types away at her computer, making her whole body twitch. She straightens out her back then, taking a drink and thinking it must be the baby she’s growing… but then she hears her.

“Where the fuck is he?”

Lila was standing in front of Anderson as he tried to keep her out of the bullpen, “you can’t come in here you don’t have clearance.”

“Do you know who I am?” Her nastiness overflowed into the bullpen.

Y/N makes her way out of her office and down the stairs, walking right up to her, “you need to leave before I have you forcibly removed from the premises.”

She looks at the security agents by the elevators, nodding in agreement with them as they make their way forward.

“I’m not listening to the woman fucking my husband,” she spits back.

Y/N laughs, “that’s rich coming from you. How’s the failed acting career treating you? Cause this little show you’re putting on right now sucks.”

“Fucking whore,” she steps forward and shoves Y/N, who’s quick to throw a punch back and connected perfectly with her cheekbone. Before she can jump on her and kick the shit out of Lila, Matt and Luke are holding her back.

“Let go of me!” She struggles, “this fucking bitch has done nothing but lie and manipulate Spencer for years! At least I’m actually having his baby!”

“What?!” Lilia stills.

“I know what you did, we all do. You fucking lied about him not being able to get you pregnant. You made him feel like shit for years and then you faked a pregnancy? How fucking delusional are you?” Y/N loses it. Airing all Spencer’s personal drama in front of all their colleagues.

Lila swallows sharply, fixing her hair and stepping back, “I did no such thing.”

“And that’s why your career failed,” Y/N snickers. “You can’t lie for shit. I see right through this act. You don’t want to work, you just want money and when you started fucking the dog walker you didn’t really have a backup plan did you? So now you’re doing everything possible to take his money and live happily with it.”

“That’s not—

“Newsflash, cunt, it’s not going to happen!” She’s still being manhandled by Luke as she puffs her chest out at Lila who flinches, “drop the lawsuit, disappear, find some other old man in Hollywood to steal from. It’s over. You’re done.”

She doesn’t say anything else, pushing past security and walking to the elevators on her own.

Y/N’s adrenaline is pumping harder than ever before, she’s never been that dramatic or feisty in her life. It had to be the hormones… Now she’d forever be known as the crazy pregnant lady in the office.

“Y/N,” Spencer’s standing at the door of his office, chest heaving with anger as he stands there. “A word.”

“Fuck,” she sighs. Covering her face and hunching in shame. “Thanks guys,” she pats Luke and Matt on the shoulders.

“Don’t worry about it,” they awkwardly smile at her as she walks away.

“I—

“You’ve said enough out here,” he cuts her off. “I’d appreciate it if my personal business stayed personal,” he addresses the entire office. “Back to work.”

Inside his office, he closes the door and she walks towards the windows, unable to make eye contact with him yet, she’s too scared.

“Are you serious?” His tone is completely different from before. “Are you pregnant?”

She turns around with tear-stained cheeks, nodding, “I found out yesterday. I wanted to see a doctor before I told you, I’m just so angry with her it slipped out!”

He pulls her into a tight hug, “oh my god.”

“You’re not mad?”

“Mad?” He looks at her like she’s insane, “how could I ever be mad at you?”

“It looked like you could get mad pretty easily,” she laughs to herself, “you have an alpha male personality that’s pretty fucking scary…”

“That’s just for show,” he smirks, “I’m overjoyed, this is the best news, I don’t even care what Lila was here for originally.”

“You should get a restraining order,” she teases.

“I’m working on it,” he tells her. “That’s why I stayed up here, you seemed to have it under control… and then you called her a cunt and I thought I might need to step in again.”

She laughs, “she is a cunt, and if the boys didn’t hold me back she’d be pretty fucked up.”

He kisses her forehead with a tightlipped smile, “I love you.”

She pulls him in for a real kiss, holding him there and breathing him in. Fully secured in his embrace, she was exactly where she knew she needed to be.

She pulls away with a smile, “I love you more. I mean it.”

“I believe you,” he whispers. “Thank you.”

She knows what he means, shaking her head softly and redirecting his hand to her tummy, “don’t thank me. Something bigger put them here for us to love.”

It really hits him then, he sniffles a bit as his eyes well with tears. “We’re going to love them so much.”

“They’re going to drown in it,” she teases.

“Drowning in love is all I’ve ever wanted,” he’s incredibly soft with her at that moment. “I’ve never been happier, Y/N.”

She laughs so she won’t cry again, “good, cause I’ve wanted to love you this hard for so long it was killing me.”

“You get to love me as long as you want,” the tiniest bit of doubt sneaks in.

“Forever,” she’s serious. “Forever, always, infinity, all the words. You’ve got me till the end and I don’t break promises.”

“Forever it is then.”

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