Body Language, Pt. 2

Body Language, Pt. 2

Part 1:

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

Part 3:

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

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

Torturing him was the best part.

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Turning to close the bedroom door, I stayed silent. I only did this when I was furious, and he knew it. Still facing the wood, I brought my hand up and slammed it against the doorframe. I heard Spencer whimper behind me. 

“Spencer Reid?” I asked.

“Yes (Y-Y/n)?” he said almost too quietly for me to hear.

“Did I give you permission to call me by my name?,” I growled, my voice raising slightly.

“No Ma’am!” he squeaked loudly. I whirled to face him. 

“When,” I annunciated the first syllable of my sentence with a step towards him, “Did I ever give you permission to touch yourself while I’m not here?” His jaw tensed as he realized how much trouble he was in. “And do you have any idea how fucking obvious you were today? Looking at me and biting your lip in the goddamn conference room in front of everyone,” I scoffed. As of now, I was standing next to the bed, looking down at him with a hard stare. He clutched the sheets closer, which made me cock my eyebrow. “So you practically spoke about wanting me to fuck you with your body language today, but you think you get to hide your gorgeous body from me when I get home?” I questioned. His eyes widened and he shook his head vigorously.

 I watched as he slowly crawled towards me on all fours, sitting on his knees and putting his hands behind his back as he reached the side of the bed I was on. I lifted his chin with my finger, to which he refused. Then I grabbed his chin forcefully and yanked it closer to my face. I leaned in so my lips were right beside his ear. “I’m going to tie you up and ruin you,” I whispered, causing Spencer’s whole body to shudder. 

I let go of his chin, and turned around to the dresser where our assortment of all different colors, textures, and sizes of toys and ropes were kept. Picking out a few things, I lifted them out and placed them on the end of the bed. I glanced at Reid, watching him eye the items with nervousness. 

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

Oh, we were just getting started.

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

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

H a h a i l o v e c r y i n g a t s c h o o l

author’s note ?

Hi all, sorry I guess I just wanted to say that I know Body Language was kinda short, and also sorry about the random POV switch. I read back through it and realized it wasn’t that *intense* which was the vibe I was going for. I’m not going to delete it but just wanted to say that future writing will be better Lol

Justice for Tristyn Bailey

http://chng.it/24SY26xg24

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

FUCKING EXACTLY!

an explanation is not owed