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issok guys he was just tired :((((

more neglectful toxic simon :(

warnings: toxic simon “ghost” riley, neglect, fingering, fem!reader (sry this one was self indulgent), multiple orgasms, manipulative simon (towards the end), possessive behavior, angst :(

pls let me know if you want more of this and how you want it to progress!! might make it a little mini series :3

Simon comes home from deployment with his brows furrowed. Watching you prance around with a cute little dress on, his favourite song on the radio and his favourite food home cooked and on the table waiting for him.

You’re arms wrapped around his neck and kissing him through his mask. The mask hiding his disgruntled look. He would shove you off, but he doesn’t want you digging around for that old suitcase. So he sighs and lets you kiss all over him, and then swiftly moves to the bathroom without a word when you let him go.

His shower was long, boiling against his skin to disinfect as much as he could from the grimy and dirty places he had to crawl through. Scrubs himself with the fancy soap that he can tell you put out in hopes for something more.

And then he goes into the bedroom and goes to bed. Without a single word, not even a glance in your direction. Listens as you begin to clean up a few minutes later, realizing he’s in for the night.

You come into the room sniffling, though you quickly get quiet upon hearing Simons groan of annoyance. He hears you shuffle around, watches as you take off some clearly specially bought lingerie and get into normal pajamas before climbing into bed.

And he grants you the small grace of clinging to him. Grips you tight and grunts out a “behave” before his hand finds its way into your bottoms. Fingers quick and skillful with how they play with your cunt. Drawing an orgasm out of you quickly that leaves you keening and gripping his shoulders tightly.

Fingers continuing to draw tight and firm circles on your clit, thumb taking over so he can finger you softly. Shallow thrusts made to build up your orgasm slowly but strongly. And you cum again quickly, shuddering and clenching around his fingers with a moan and whimper. Once he’s got you all nice and pliant hes turning over and promptly falling asleep.

Once he’s got more energy come morning, he’s waking you up with kisses all over your face. Whispering apologies and sweet little nothings to you in stark contrast to the way he acted the night prior. Mumbling about making it up to you as you smile and beam under his too tight grip.

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Me, sitting down: perfect! A little bit of angst and fluff I’m so ready-

Ten minutes later

Me, sobbing, shaking, having missed the ‘no happy ending tag’:

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Simon didn't classify himself as the kind of guy to fall in love, I mean yeah, he daydreamed of himself with a woman, with two kids, one boy one girl, living in a suburban home on the outskirts of London. But he was thirty-five now, he hadn't even met a girl yet. He buried himself so far into his work and forgot about his daydreams, the ones where he would have the lazy mornings in bed, the fight over which movie to watch, the bumping into each other in their small kitchen. The disagreements and the tears and the kisses and their love.

Then he saw her, her flowy hair, her lovely lips, the eyes she had that he could just tell she was an angel.

He was walking to a coffee shop around town, right before he had to be at base. trying to hurry himself, just going to get a plain black coffee, quick stop he told himself. then he passes a flower shop, and he sees a pink tulip, he stops. Tulips, his moms favorite flower, the flower she wore on her shirt the day she was gone, the flower that always sat as the center piece in the dining room, the flower that was being grown in the fall. the flower you were holding.

his eyes trailed to the person that was holding the certain flower that caught his eye. He sees her figure stride towards his own.

"May I help you with anything?" she asks.

his eyes travel to her own, he quickly becomes flustered

"oh- um, can I just get a tulip?" his voice faltering towards the end of his sentence

"Oh, we don't sell just one flower" she looks around her and then back to the blonde big man infront of her "But, for you" she leans in closer "i can do that for you" she pulls back and smiles at his big frame.

She hands him the flower and rings him up, the cost only being a dollar.

"Have a good day..?"

"Simon, Simon Riley"

"Well have a good day Mr. Simon Riley"

He walks out of the flowery store, still flustered. Her smile, her voice, her eyes..... God that was all he could think about. Forgetting all about the coffee he wanted to get, he got in his car.

"i can do that for you..."

That woman, she was everything. She became everything to Simon.....

should i turn this into a mini series guysss????

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yo im lactose intolerant buttttttt CUTEEEE

Simon was a light sleeper, he had to in his line of work, but he wasn’t just a light sleeper when he was on duty, but at home too.

So when one night he was woken by a clanging down in the kitchen, Simon sat straight in bed, clear headed and focused on locations the reason for that noise.

A small smile slipped on his face, someone was stupid enough to break into his home, must be Simon’s lucky day.

“Stay here, I’ll take care…” He whispered into the dark room, hand patting the space next to him only to find it cold.

You weren’t there.

Simon’s blood froze.

The smile was gone.

His mind ran with a million questions at the same time. Did something happen to you? Were you in danger?

Without hesitation he slipped out of bed and out of the room.

He searched the guest rooms but found everything empty and quiet. So Simon sneaked downstairs, seeing lights on in the kitchen.

To be honest, Simon shouldn’t be surprised. He should absolutely not be surprised to look at the clock on the wall to see the time being three in the morning and you, sitting on the counter, in one of his shirts and your unicorn slippers on while snacking on a freshly opened bag of shredded cheese.

“And here I thought someone broke into our home.” Simon announced his presence and stepped next to you, realizing that you had been daydreaming while eating.

“Damn, don’t scare me, Si!” You complain and cough harshly as you felt some shredded cheese making its way down your windpipe.

He laughed and patted your back, helping you to take a deep breath again. “Sorry, sweets. Like I said, thought we get robbed. What happened that caused me to wake up? Usually you’re quite as a mouse eating your shredded cheese.”

“You left the salad bowl out, I haven’t seen it, ran into it with my fat ass. Sorry for waking you. Know how much you love your sleep.” You mumbled and leaned against his side.

“Mhm… but not as much as eating shredded cheese with you at three in the morning.” Simon grinned and stole the bag of cheese from your hands. “That’s for waking me.” He ate half the bag before handing it back to you. “And that’s for making me think we were getting robbed.”

He stole a sweet kiss from your lips when you were closing the bag of cheese, grinning when you accidentally let it fall to the ground in surprise.

If anyone asks where I was, five words, Genshin Impact and Honkai Star Rail. Sorry <3

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i need them biblically. at the same time. until the bed breaks. until i can’t see straight.

gif by : @icaxrus

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AND DAT BOOOOOTIE TOO

So, look, I just think Price would absolutely have a favorite flannel shirt that is so worn and soft and has That Smell.

And of course he tucks it in like the Marlboro Man to leave the outline of his ass burned into your corneas.

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Personal hcs of what I think the IG accounts of bimbo!reader and Simon look like<3

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Bimbo!reader :3

i think Price would be just absolutely smitten with a girl who would let him take care of her

it wasnt that you were dumb persay, just ditzy..

John Price who would literally kiss the ground you walk on

John Price who would pay every week for your fill ins

John Price who would accompany you to the doctors cuz

"You don' even know the difference in type a and b blood lass'"

John Price who would pick out the color of your nails

Jonathan "lass. yes i would love you if you were a worm" Price

John Price who would buy you rollers for you hair and help you achieve the 'blowout look'

"You know what i can blowout darl-"

"Shut up"

"Yes ma'am"

John Price who would crumble when you run your long french tips through his hair

John Price who would go with you to the mall to buy hello kitty stuff.

John Price who would sleep in the pink 'girly' bed filled with sanrio and sonic characters

John Price who would chuckle when you bump into things and say sorry

John Price who would kiss your boo boos.

John Price who would let you tie a bow around it

Captain "i can't fall in love" Price

Johnathan "i might marry her" Price

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BRO THIS IS ALL IMMA BE READING FOR THE NEXT MONTHHHH (knowing me ill probably bed rot and finish all these tn)

Simon's encounters with an angel or Simon Riley is pathetically in love with his princess

>Simon Riley x Bimbo!Reader Masterlist♡

🌸'cause this type of love's the epitome | playlist

>Reqs closed! 🎀

✩ Another planet earth?

✩ Ms. Whiskers

✩ Their dynamic

✩ Their dynamic | Part 2

✩ Their dynamic | Part 3

✩ Skincare

✩ Corruption (NOT CANON, OOC)

✩ Jealousy (NOT CANON, OOC)

✩ Gym Princess

✩ Clubbing

✩ Interests and book smarts

✩ Would you still love me if I was a worm?

✩ Simon carrying her out of the club

✩ Does Simon support her financially?

✩ Goofy Trial | Friendship with Gaz and Soap

✩ Filthy Frank Merch

✩ Taking the lead

✩ Kiss marks

✩ Matching nails

✩ How did they meet?

✩ Does she know he's in the SAS?

✩ I <3 my boyfriend sweatpants

✩ Does she ever get jealous?

✩ Would she wear the TikTok forbidden pants?

✩ Bow trend

✩ Rewards after acing an exam

✩ Bow trend... on his dick

✩ Would Simon share her with the 141?

✩ Christmas with Simon and your family

✩ Would Simon let her see his soft dick?

✩ Their Instagram accounts

✩ Albert Whiskers

✩ Baby carrier

✩ Playing Roblox together

✩ Doing her skincare after finding her asleep on the couch

✩ Snow day

✩ How would he propose?

✩ Spa day at home

✩ Matching tracksuits

✩ Did you know him? [meme]

✩ What would they argue about and how would they make up?

✩ Matching crop tops

✩ Sex!💗

✩ Would he fuck her with full gear and mask on?

✩ Sonny Angels

✩ Boyfriend effect

✩ Simon's reaction to her nipple piercings

✩ Relationship weight gain

✩ Pillow fort

✩ Periods stop nothing but sentences

✩ Wrapping a bow on it

✩ Pegging

✩ Backshots

✩ Interacting with Gaz and Johnny

✩ Playing mermaids

✩ Eating pussy

✩ Long nails

✩ Their daughter

✩ NSFW Link

✩ Trying anal

✩ Holding her pregnant belly💗

✩ Baby kicking

✩ Fashion style while pregnant

✩ Hand tattoos

✩ This type of love's the epitome

✩ Valentine's day card

✩ Back scratches

✩ Masturbating on videocall

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Before Price deploys, you always kiss his cheek, grab the brim of his hat, and tug it down over his eyes playfully. It makes your message clear without you ever saying a word.

Come back to me, Cap'n.

And when Price returns home, safe, sound, and probably a little banged up, Price takes his hat off and plops it on your head... but not before pulling you into his arms. And his message is loud and clear.

Wouldn't miss this for the world, sweetheart.

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Idk if u write for konig but I still enjoy ur work btw, but if u do write,

imagine konig having a cute housewife who’s only 5’2, and plus she’s sensitive to touches?, so when he comes back after long time from military, he has pent up aggression, and reader knows so she prepares bath for him, wears cute panties, ready to get pounded , and that mafaka doesn’t care if she’s overstimulated, nuh uh, what’s mercy? He doesn’t know that?

I’m 5’2, and I’m rlly sensetive to touches (I moaned when my friend lightly squeeze my shoulders 💀)

im not very familiar with konig but youre my first askkkk!!!

so anything for you lovie :)

i think konig would have such a size kink, like he would literally tower over yo (coming in at a whopping 6'10!)

god his dick would be so big compared to your tiny little pussy that he pushes himself into everynight, not caring about your pleas.

ohhh hpfm, oh god! konig baby please. Just the tip!!

oh im sorry baby, too big? :(

he would literally say that while pushing in harder while kissing you.

and if you were sensitive, everywhere?!

you get no breaks girlly.....

cmon baby, just a quick massage

no hun you know how i get

next thing you know hes massaging you until your cumming in your pants\

mm meine Schlampe got you all worked up hmm?

i feel like when you guys are out he would caress your thighs or massage your hand and you would like crumble

and all of it put together?!

all day all night, no lube, no protection, from kitchen to toilet seat, from dining table to the church, while i pray he can top me

imagine him on top of you, kissing your neck, having to be in an awkward position due to the size difference.

Acting dumb, wondering why your moaning so loud to just him kissing ur neck and touching you

oh babe, i know im not that special, what do i happen to be doing to make you this aufgearbeitet

meanwhile he's grinding into his fist, seeing you all spread out, whining and whithering your petite body on his bed, got him all worked up :(

And so the day he comes home, so tired of being the colonel and sees you wearing these cute light blue flowery panties he looses it.

he finds himself rutting into you, making all the lavender infused water come out of the tub. Seeing your tiny body compared to his, made him ferallll.

ohh mien leibling, is all this too much for you, huh?

hearing those pleas for him to slow down his extreme pace, your body all bruised, made that man just want to push harder

Huh aufgearbeitet, say it.

you all whiny and head all fuzzy just made him have more of an excuse to rut like a mutt against you...

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Earn It || Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: While Spencer was away on a case, you had no better idea than to send him spicy pictures of yourself as a way to encourage him to work harder to get home fast. You ignored his warnings and orders to stop and now that he was back home it was time to face the consequences of acting like a spoiled brat. 

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, porn without plot, established relationship, dom!spencer, sexting, masturbation, bondage, dirty talk, cum eating, deprivation of touch used as punishment (if that makes sense? idk it's just porn)

English is not my first language

Word count: 3300

Notes: idk what this is, I have had this idea in my mind for a while now and I only wrote it because someone left me a nice message praising my spencer smut, so enjoy, I guess

You were buzzing with anticipation, counting down the minutes until Spencer got home. You knew you'd be in trouble —it was clear from the short messages he'd sent you—, but that was part of the fun. You had crossed the line this time. The messages you had sent him while he was stuck at work could only be described as torture. But you couldn't be held accountable for your actions, at least not completely. You missed him-his touch, his lips on yours, the sound of his voice calling your name-and you wanted to make sure he knew it. 

Spencer had been away from home for too long, working a few states over to catch a killer who targeted young, blonde women. It was apparently a tough case so for the last few weeks you had to settle for talking to him on the phone late at night. Hearing his voice before bedtime was nice, comforting, but over time it stopped being enough. You missed having him by your side at night, feeling his warmth and the touch of his fingers on your skin. You missed his kisses, his soft lips caressing your body while you whispered his name into the darkness of the night....

It was clear that phone calls were no longer enough to satiate your need for him, so in a moment of impulsive arousal you decided to give him a little incentive to work harder to come home to you. You were simply showing him what he was missing.

The first picture you sent him was simple and tasteful, a conscious choice intended to lure him into your trap. It only showed the lower half of your face, your lips drawn into a sad pout. It also showed part of your chest which was covered by one of Spencer's shirts. It had the first few buttons undone, showing your collarbone and the mound of your breasts, but nothing more. You sent it with a simple 'I miss you', hoping he had his phone nearby to see it.

His reply came not long after, and you almost felt bad for what you were about to do when you read his innocent and oblivious 'I miss you too :(‘. You replied with another photo, this time much more revealing. The shirt was unbuttoned now, revealing the cute red lace bra that hugged your breasts. It was Spencer's favorite and you knew it was going to have the desired effect on him. 'I wish you were here...' you wrote before you sent it. And without waiting for a reply you sent him another picture, this time showing the full lingerie being, posing in a provocative way. Without hesitation you wrote 'to rip it off my body' and pressed send. 

You knew your little plan had worked because Spencer didn't answer for quite a while. He had seen the messages, but he was probably too stunned and busy to reply to you. When he finally did, it was a warning. 'Behave.' was all he wrote back, but you ignored it. In the next picture you sent him you had removed your bra, your hard nipples framed perfectly in the picture. Two of your fingers were lost between your lips, the red lipstick slightly smudged at the corners. 'I wish they were your fingers' you typed and Spencer's reply was another warning. 'But I guess mine will have to do for now' you ignored him once again, sending him a video of you burying those same fingers inside you as you moaned his name. 

Your provocative messages didn't stop until you came, but even though you knew Spencer had seen them, he didn't reply. Nor did he call you that night like he had been doing every day. He was silent for two whole days. Two long days in which you kept wondering if maybe you had taken things too far. It was torture waiting for some kind of sign from him that would bring you some relief, but when you read the message he sent you knew that had been his intention all along.

'I'm on my way home. I want you in bed wearing the red set by the time I get there.' was all he wrote and you knew he was angry. Spencer was going to make you pay for behaving so badly and you couldn't help but wonder what method he would use to teach you a lesson. Punishments were always creative with him. Spencer wasn't very keen on violence during intimacy, it reminded him too much of his job, you supposed. He was rough in bed when he was in the mood for it and never objected to giving you a spanking or two when you deserved it, but he didn't enjoy making you cry in pain or leaving severe marks on your skin. 

Spencer was more of a soft, pleasure dom, which meant that most of the time he was more intense than aggressive. He loved the irony of using pleasure to create pain, often overstimulating you to the point that your body would scream for him to stop. His domination over you was more subtle, more psychological, so his punishments always had a hint of irony in them. The worst one —and at the same time, the best one– had been once you had come without his permission. His way of teaching you a lesson that time was forcing you to cum over and over again, attacking your abused pussy with his fingers, his tongue and a vibrator without giving you hardly any time to recover between orgasms.

You wondered if Spencer had something similar in mind, the very idea frightening and exciting you at the same time. Your clit throbbed between your legs, your panties ruined with your arousal before Spencer even got to lay a finger on you. That was the effect he had on you. All he had to do was send you a stupid message and your whole body would begin to tingle with anticipation, waiting for his command.

When you heard the sound of the apartment door opening you almost jumped out of bed with joy. There was nothing you wanted more than to run into your boyfriend's arms and shower him with kisses as you told him how much you had missed him. But you knew you couldn't —or, rather, shouldn't— do that. Spencer wanted you in bed, wearing his favorite lingerie, and that's exactly what you did. Even though it was a little late to play nice now, you didn't want to give him any more reason to prolong your punishment —whatever it was. So you settled on the bed, putting yourself in a suggestive pose and waited patiently for Spencer to enter the room.

He took his time and you knew he was doing it on purpose. Your punishment had begun the moment you decided to ignore his warnings and now you had no choice but to accept it. Listening to his footsteps walking around the apartment, knowing that he was only a couple of feet away without being able to do anything about it was a real torture, but you deserved it.

"I'm disappointed in you," was the first thing Spencer said when he finally entered the room. He had that hard look in his eyes that he always gave you when you disobeyed him - the one that told you it was in your best interests to listen to him. His pupils were widened, the beautiful hazel color almost completely taken over by the darkness of desire in his eyes. You shifted nervously on the bed, suddenly feeling small under his intense gaze. Spencer walked toward you and you felt like an animal trapped by the predator that wanted to eat it. There was nowhere to run.

"You've been a very bad girl," he clicked his tongue in disapproval, bringing his hands to his neck to loosen the knot of his tie. "Teasing me with those pictures while I was at work, ignoring my warnings, cuming without my permission." Spencer shook his head and you sunk your teeth into your lower lip. The tone in his voice —too calm for someone in his position— almost made you regret your little stunt. Almost. "If you want to act like a spoiled brat, I'll treat you like one."

Spencer ordered you to sit on the bed with your back against the headboard. You obeyed without question, knowing that this was not the best time to complain. You watched him remove his tie in one tug, twisting the soft fabric in his hands before approaching you. He was careful in tying your wrists to the headboard, his fingers barely grazing your skin as he made sure to limit your movements, leaving you completely at his mercy. It was torture to feel him so close and not be able to touch him. Not to mention how incredibly frustrating it was that his hands barely rested on you when it was strictly necessary, as if your skin was burning him. You hated it, but when you let out a whine of protest, Spencer gave you a look that let you know it was best to keep your mouth shut. 

"You're going to stay there and keep your eyes on me at all times." He stated with a calmness in his voice that should have alarmed you. But instead of wondering what he was up to —and what that calm meant to you— your mind was distracted by the slow movement of his hands as he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing himself to you. " Now you'll know how I felt when I saw your pictures and those videos of you pleasuring yourself while I was stuck at work, unable to do anything about it."

Spencer moved closer to you, leaning down to be at eye level with you. The air caught in your throat as you stared at him, fearing that your mere breath might somehow cause him to pull away from you again. His gaze was firm, intimidating, but hidden among all the desire and lust you could still make out a glimmer of the characteristic softness in his eyes. It was an interesting contrast, captivating. It reminded you that no matter how rough he might be at the moment, the sweet, loving, everyday Spencer was just a word away.

You could hardly believe he was touching you when he took your face in one of his hands. His warm, slender fingers pressed over your cheeks, forcing your lips into a pout. He used his grip to tilt your head up to make sure your eyes never left his at any time. He had you trapped between his hand and his eyes, frozen still as you anxiously awaited his next words.

"Now you'll be the helpless one. You'll be the one that has to sit back and watch as I pleasure myself, tied to the bed, unable to do anything to relieve the pressure between your legs."

After removing the last of his clothes, Spencer settled himself on the opposite side of the bed. He made sure you had the best view of him and his hard cock before he began to pleasure himself. Your eyes followed the movement of his hand as if you were being hypnotized. Up and down, up and down, his hand moved along his shaft while his mouth let out the sweetest moans you had ever heard. Every little gasp he let out went straight to your center, that throbbed desperate for attention. Spencer sounded desperate and you wondered if he hadn't relieved himself since you had sent him those pictures.

You fought your bonds without even realizing it, your body responding in its own accords to Spencer's stimulation. He didn't scold you for it, on the contrary he seemed to enjoy it. He increased the pace of his hand slightly, his eyes never leaving your figure. The way they roamed over your body —slowly moving down from your face to your neck, stopping at the curve of your breasts before trailing their way down your abdomen and to your legs— almost felt like his caresses. If you concentrated hard enough you could feel the ghost of his fingers following the path of his eyes. But it wasn't enough, not when you were trapped listening to Spencer's moans, watching his hand move up and down his cock as his tip leaked precum. Your mouth watered at the sight, yearning to feel the weight of his cock against your tongue. You could almost taste the salty treat on your tongue, your brain recreating it as best it could. It was criminal that he wouldn't let you touch him when he was so close to you. 

"Like what you see?" Spencer mocked you as a pathetic whimper managed to escape your lips. "It's such a shame you were so bad 'cause right now you could be the one touching me... And I could be pleasuring you."

"Yes, please! I'm sorry, I won't do it again. Just please, I need it." you begged, momentarily excited by the mention of him pleasuring you. You were willing to do anything to end this torture. 

But Spencer wouldn't budge. "Oh, I know you do, baby. I can see the wet spot in your panties from here. But I can't give it to you. Only good, obedient girls get what they want and you have been very, very bad."

He enjoyed every second of your torture, delighting in the whimpers you let out and the way you struggled against your bonds. Your body squirmed deliciously on the bed, protesting against the lack of attention. Spencer responded to your whimpers with moans, being more vocal than usual to prolong your torture. Every sound he let out increased the fire in your stomach along with your frustration. Your pussy tightened around nothing, desperate for attention. The pressure in your tummy was too much, almost unbearable. You needed relief, whatever would help you take the edge off. 

You didn't even realize you were squeezing your legs together until it was too late. You were desperate and while the little friction your thighs provided as you squirmed was not enough, it was better than nothing. Your clit pulsed with every little movement, your juices trickling down your legs and making your job easier. You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to concentrate on the subtle tingling between your legs to see if you could increase the pleasure that way somehow. The moan that fell from your lips was pathetic, a mixture of pleasure and frustration that alerted Spencer to your little trick just as you were getting somewhere.

You snapped your eyes open as you felt the impact of his hand against your calf. Spencer gave you a stern look, his expression blank as he forced your legs apart again. "You do that again and I won't let you cum tonight, am I clear?"

"Yes, sir!" you whimpered, feeling your hope renewing at the promise of a future orgasm. "I'm sorry! I'll be good, I promise."

It was real torture to have Spencer so close, naked and stroking his cock inches away without being able to touch it. His moans were getting louder and louder, his words dirtier and more condescending —praising your expression of desperation and mocking the way you twisted against your bonds. Your desperation increased along with the speed of his hands, which worked increasingly faster to bring him to the edge of pleasure. He was close, you could feel it, and as pathetic as it sounded, so were you. Your underwear was ruined, soaked with the juices of your arousal. Spencer hadn't touched you, but you were sure that a simple brush against your clit was all you needed to reach your climax.

"Was it worth it, baby?" He managed to say between gasps. "Was it worth it to disobey me? Sending all those pictures just to end up like this, tied to the bed, forced to watch me pleasure myself while you get nothing." 

Oh Spencer was enjoying torturing you way too much. He wanted to break you, push you to your very limit and hear you beg for his forgiveness. He wanted you to earn your relief just as you had earned your punishment and he wasn't going to stop until you begged for mercy. In another circumstance you might have put up more of a fight, after all, it was always fun to riled him up. But you were far too desperate to feel his touch to play hard to get. You needed him, you'd been apart too long and you couldn't stand the distance a second longer. 

"No, it wasn't! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done it. I should have listened to you. I won't do it again, I promise! I'll behave! Just, please... please." There was no way to hide the pathetic tone in your voice. You were so frustrated, so needy for attention, that you could almost feel the tears burning in your eyes. You were willing to cry if that's what it took to earn Spencer's forgiveness. You would do anything to feel his hands on you.

"Oh yeah? You'll behave?" He spoke as if he didn't believe you, a wicked smile playing on his lips as he increased the pace of his hand. "Will you stop acting like a spoiled brat and be my good, obedient little girl?"

"Yes! I'll be your good girl, I promise! I'll be so good for you, sir! Please."

Suddenly, Spencer stood up from his place on the bed, approaching you in a couple of steps. "Open up then." He commanded bringing the head of his dripping, reddened cock close to your lips. You didn't need him to tell you twice, tilting your face up as you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, eagerly waiting to taste him.

"That's it, that's a good girl... swallow it, swallow all of me... good girl." Spencer moaned as he came in your mouth, his hand stroking himself until he shot the very last drop of cum on your tongue. The squeal of bliss you let out at the taste of his salty flavor was pathetic, but you were too far gone to care. You eagerly swallowed everything he gave you, devouring it as if it were the sweetest candy. 

Spencer mumbled sweet praises as he came down from his high, caressing your head with his usual softness. It was a small action, but you missed his touch so much that it was enough to fill you with joy. You thought you were finally in the clear, that you had received your punishment so well that Spencer would show you mercy and finally let you touch him. But when he sat down across from you again and looked into your eyes, you noticed that the intimidating darkness was still present in them. You struggled against your bonds once more to see if he would take pity on you and untie you. But he answered you with a click of his tongue that stopped you immediately.

"You did such a good job for me, baby."  Spencer's voice was barely a husky whisper. He brought one of his fingers up to your cheek, collecting the drops of his cum that hadn't made it into your mouth. You tried to lean into his touch, but he removed his hand quickly, bringing his finger to your lips. He didn't have to tell you what to do, you automatically opened your mouth and wrapped your tongue around his finger, tasting his relief. 

"But your punishment isn't over yet. You earned your relief, but haven't earned my forgiveness yet. You still don't get to touch me. Now open those pretty legs for me. I'll give you what you want and we'll see how much you can take."

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The real barbie is Y/n.

Y/n’s a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.

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IT’S FOUR AM AND I SHOULD BE SLEEPING BUT I DID THIS BECAUSE I HAVE THIS SONG SINCE I WOKE UP, ALR?

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In Pre-K I liked to imagine that Simon signed Ollie up for a lot of extra things, swimming karate soccer and all that because he quickly learned that you were NOT lying about how high energy that kid is

And so he’s bringing you your lunch (a routine, you may forget it and he would bring it your summertime workplace during your 30 minute break with Ollie to say hi)

And Ollie is wearing his little karate uniform and you’re just like ??

“Where’d you get that baby?”

“Special kicking place store.”

“Special…” your voice trails off and you look to Simon, who is very unconcerned about it and eating his food, “Simon.”

He looks up to his name.

“Did you sign Olls up for karate?”

“Two free lessons.”

You stare at him for a minute and then Ollie to get a refill of his drink, once the kid was out of earshot you lean over the table and whisper, “I don’t have the money for that! Now he’s going to be-“

“I’ll pay for it.”

“Simon-“

“No, I have all this money from the military ‘n nothing to do with it. I’ll do it.”

You sit back in the seat, “I can’t ask that of you.”

“Oh damn. So sad.”

Before you had the chance to reply Ollie came back with the comically large drink in his hands, beaming up at you.

(Annnnny way, that’s all! <333)

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hey gays, more ghost and soap content