#and i can actually get the release of endorphins from laughing

[toxycodone]

ship. Laios Touden x Reader

content. nsfw + gender neutral reader + period sex + bloodplay/kink

You and Laios have a pretty decent sex life. It’s a lot smoother than most couples. Laios is surprisingly into trying new things. The two of you share your kinks pretty openly. (Which is pretty necessary, considering that Laios is such an avid fan of roleplay…but that’s another story).

You two are in bed, kissing and messing around a little. This is common, you two gently feeling each other up. It doesn’t always go farther than this—most of the time it’s just you showing some affection—but it takes a little turn when Laios’s fingers start to trail under your night shorts.

Your breath catches in your throat, but not in a usual positive sense. You stop Laios in his tracks by grabbing his wrist.

“Hey, stop.” He abides. Before he can look at you puppy dog eyes and fall over himself apologizing, you speak. “I’m on my period. Didn’t want you to accidentally stick your fingers in blood.”

You expect his face to twist in discomfort, for Laios to do his usual dorky laugh to offset the awkwardness and for him to cuddle you to sleep. However…he gets that look. The one where his expression doesn’t really change, and you can see the cogs start to turn in his mind. He can’t be…?

“Are you in the mood?” He asks. He’s avoiding what’s really on his mind by testing how you feel. You just go along with it instead of pressing for now.

“To be honest, yeah.” You shrug. “But I don’t need to do anything.” “Well…” Laios looks away from you before spouting his biology facts. “Y’know, an orgasm releases endorphins. Dopamine. Oxytocin. The good chemicals, happy ones.” His fingers dip under your waistband again now. He doesn’t seem thwarted by the fact you’re on your cycle. “If you want…I don’t mind. Y’know, I can... Help you. Make you feel good, and—“

“Just say what’s on your mind Laios.”

He takes a breath, then sighs it out. Laios’s cheeks flush pink as he speaks.

"I still want to have sex with you. Even though you're on your period, I'm curious. I wanna try it."

"Are you sure?' You ask. He might be a bit swayed by different forms of media. So you want to ensure he knows what he's getting into. "It's messy. And it smells. And you're gonna get blood all over yourself if you do."

He nods, but his interest hasn't been quelled. He's oddly into this. Really into this.

"You just really want to know what it tastes like, huh?"

Cue his cute little blush.

Laios scrambles to get a towel when you give him the go ahead. Of course he wants to experience this, but he knows he can't just hop on into it. He wants to make sure you're comfortable and into it as well before he starts exploring.

Laios is EXTREMELY into period sex. You're so warm, so wet without him even trying. Sex this way is one of his favorite things to do. And it helps that each orgasm he gives you makes your cramps and other symptoms much less severe.

He really leans into the more primal side of it. Some things still linger from his time as a monster, and one of those is his affinity for blood. The sight and smell of it drives him wild. He'll start to growl and fuck you more roughly, digging his fingernails into your skin while he pounds into you. (Also...since the risk of pregnancy is low on your period...he's finishing balls deep inside. He cant resist the urge.)

And his teeth sink into the flesh of your neck when he finishes. The taste of your blood is addictive to him...you bring out a more monstrous side of Laios that's gotten buried deep within his psyche.

Your blood acts like an aphrodisiac to him. His senses are much more sensitive. You smell weak--like prey--and he wants to take advantage of you. He'll make sure he has his fill of all you have to offer and then some.

And speaking of tasting your blood...period head is always on the table. That coppery taste others may refuse is one he finds delicious (blame his appetite and newfound monstrous palette).

It's actually a sight to behold. Laios's mouth stained with blood as he's buried between your thighs. He'll look up at yours, eyes dark with lust, before gripping the meat of your thigh and pulling you flush against him again so he can consume you with fervor.

And Laios is SO ridiculously shameless about it too. After you've spent yourself on his face, he'll rest his chin on your stomach and wipe his mouth off with the back of his hand--only to lick the blood smears off his pale skin. It's so obvious he enjoys eating you.

[moonstruckme]

hello! I hope you're having a nice weekend and everything is well, I was trying to make this not too similar of a theme to past requests but I understand if it is! I was wondering if you could perhaps write something with remus (or another character of course) where the reader just cannot stop crying? Just comforting reader whos having one of those moments where it seems like nothing will stop you from being upset? Something roughly along those lines perhaps? Understand if not appealing, thank you :)

Hi! I did this with Spencer, I hope that's alright sweetness. Thank you for requesting <33

Spencer Reid x fem!reader ♡ 632 words

You’ve pulled Spencer’s throw tight around your shoulders. It’s squeezing, warm and soft and safe. Spencer has got your socked foot in his hand, massaging your arch in a way that hurts beautifully. You’re watching one of the rare movies you’re both interested in. Everything about your evening makes the perfect recipe for contentment, and for some reason you feel like you’re cracking open. 

The first tear marks a slow, hot path down your cheek, and another follows before it’s dripped off your chin. There are a few more before a hitch in your breathing makes Spencer look over. His grip on your foot loosens. 

“Sorry,” you laugh wetly before he has a chance to say anything. 

“What is it?” he asks. 

“I…” Another laugh chokes its way out of you, and you swipe underneath your eyes. They just keep coming. “I don’t know.” 

“Is it the movie?” 

“I don’t think so.” You shake your head. “Sorry.” 

“You don’t need to be sorry,” Spencer says quietly. It makes your stifled sounds seem louder. He works a hand up to clasp loosely around your ankle, a notch forming between his brows. “Are you upset about something?” 

“No.” A tiny sob shudders out of you, and his grip tightens. “Nothing important.” 

Spencer frowns. He’s got that face like when the crossword is actually difficult for him, a slight purse to his lips and a particular keenness around his eyes. “Do you know where you are in your menstrual cycle?” 

You scoff, pulling your legs closer to you. “Seriously?” 

“If your estrogen levels are dropping, you could be experiencing a decrease in serotonin.” It’s said in what you know to be his gentlest tone, but it doesn’t make you feel any better. “You know, crying can actually be really beneficial. It’s believed to be a uniquely human behavior, but tears can release stress hormones and crying for a long time can even trigger the release of endorphins.” 

You pull the blanket tighter around you, holding your rib cage closed, and try to give him a smile. You know that rationalizing is how Spencer copes. You get that he’s trying to do the same for you. You just don’t work that way. 

His brows pull up in the middle. “This isn’t really helping, is it?’ 

You’re not sure how to reply, but then he’s leaning forward, wrapping his arms around you. Another sob muffles into his shoulder, and Spencer squeezes your upper back solidly. Predictably, he’s even better than the blanket. 

“This helps,” you squeak out. 

“Good.” Spencer sounds tentative, but his hold tightens. He shuffles sideways on the couch to get you closer. “You should—you can just cry, if you need to. It’s good for you.” 

You want to laugh again, you think you can quiet yourself and squash this down and make like it never happened, but then Spencer’s long fingers splay out between your shoulder blades and something inside you collapses.

You stop trying to breathe through it. You don’t fight the roaring in your ears, or the galloping in your chest. You cry until you can feel your heart beating in your sinuses. 

Spencer’s shoulder is wet with tears and snot, and he’s rocking you a little, quiet but there. His hand steadies your shoulders when they shake, riding out the jolting sobs like driftwood on a stormy sea. When you grow quiet, he presses his cheek to the side of your head. 

“Do you want some water?” he asks softly. 

“No, thank you,” you croak back. 

If he thinks you need it, Spencer doesn’t comment. It’ll be sitting on your nightstand when you go to bed. 

“Do you want me to keep holding you?” 

You turn your face into his neck. “Yes, please.” 

“Okay,” he says. “Okay, I can do that.” 

[aesopsharpmybeloved]

Aesop Sharp NSFT Alphabet

I needed to write it. That is all.

[gif made amateurly by me]

tw: very explicit sexual content and much more

18+ GO AWAY CHILDREN

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Aesop gets very gentle after sex, high on endorphins from his orgasm. He’s way more open, more prone to smile, and seeking physical contact. He usually just casts a wandless Scourgify on the two of you, as he doesn’t want to get out of bed, his eyes getting heavy rapidly. If you two make love during the day and have nowhere to be, he takes a twenty minute nap afterwards. Sleep comes to him easily after a nice orgasm.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

It took him a long time to stop loathing his body, his leg for failing him like it did, and it takes him an even longer time to actually start liking anything about himself again. He supposes he’s fond of his hands, their expertise with potions enabling him to have a job he quite enjoys, and, of course, his brain. Not even an injury so severe as the one he suffered is enough to dull his wit.

He is fond of pretty much everything about you, but he feels particularly enamoured with your eyes - the looks you send his way, the openness and fondness with which you observe him - it’s enough to make shivers run up his spine, enough to set his blood on fire, enough to make his heart squeeze in his chest. He hasn’t felt this way since he was a teenager and he secretly loves it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He does enjoy coming across your face, or your body, but it doesn’t give him the same kick it gives some other men. He is, however, obsessed with finishing inside, whichever opening, but mainly your cunt. He feels as if he’s marking you, claiming you as his and his only, and he loves feeling your walls clenching him, milking him until the last drop. The amount is also larger than average, something one needs to be prepared for when fellating him. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

If you happen to accidentally leave your underwear in his chambers, he will hang onto them. He feels incredibly dirty to do so, and he feels even dirtier bringing them up to his nose when he’s alone, lying naked on his bed, teasing himself, but not dirty enough to not do it. He would never tell you, but you suspect something may be up, considering one evening you arrived at his chambers wearing one pair, then leaving the next day wearing entirely different ones, freshly washed. Neither you ever mention it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s very experienced, even though he could count the number of women he’s had sex with on one hand. He’s a quick learner and a generous lover by nature, though, so he is able to play you perfectly after just a while. His quick mind catalogues every reaction to every touch, and it enables him to do whatever he wants with you. If he wants to make you come in under a minute, he definitely will.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

He likes every position in which he is face to face with you, but he’s especially fond of you riding him, as he can watch your face while you take your pleasure the way you want it, and once you’re on the very edge, he grabs your hips hard to guide you up and down his cock at a brutal pace, chasing his own release. Before his leg is fully healed, there won’t be any sex while standing, for obvious reasons, but you needn’t despair, because the professor is perfectly able to bring you to completion in every other position.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

He’s more on the serious side, though it doesn't mean he does not smile or laugh at all. He’s not going to be telling you jokes mid-coitus, but he will sometimes release a chuckle or a witty little comment when your reactions to his movements are particularly thunderous, or when a swear word or two roll out of your mouth unconsciously. 

“Heh, my my, that would’ve made a sailor blush, my sweet.”

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Aesop is very hirsute. Particularly on his chest and stomach, his pubic area, his forearms and his legs. His back and bottom are mostly bare, save for a light peach fuzz. He keeps himself tidy, his pubes neatly trimmed regularly, even before you become intimate together, mainly because of hygiene and his own comfort. His body hair is dark and soft to the touch.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He spent a lot of time being emotionally unavailable, the few sexual encounters after his injury being anything but intimate. So when you appear in his life, he realises just how touch starved he is. He is very intimate, very contact focused and very intense. He needs to have you entirely, anything less is simply not enough. He often kisses during sex, and he gives you breathless little praises and compliments, which are rolling off his tongue nearly unconsciously.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Barely, both before and after entering a relationship with you. Before: as the afterglow passed, he was left bitter and sorrowful, because he was all alone, because his pleasure was brought by his own right hand as opposed to some beautiful witch who actually desired him. The only time he really allowed himself to indulge was after drinking a phial of Draught of Peace, before going to sleep. 

There is a bit of an increase in his indulging after you two are in a relationship but are not yet intimate. He doesn’t feel bitter after that, as he’s imagining you and keeps telling himself that his fantasies will get fulfilled later on in your relationship. They indeed do, and his masturbation rate goes down again.  

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He can get rather possessive and dominant, if you let him, marking your skin with his teeth  and being a little more rough. There can be hair pulling, maybe some light choking, a lot of biting. He’ll love it if you pull on his hair as well, or maybe slap him a little. He’s also quite fond of blindfolding you and tying you to the bed, edging you until you beg for him (you don’t even remember whether you’re begging for him to stop or continue at that point).

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

The bed, most definitely, as he likes to nap for a bit after sex. Many other places are also good in this regard; the sofa, the armchair, Aesop’s office, the broom cupboard on the 5th floor where nobody ever goes… Bed is best, though, the other places make all kinds of kinks appear in his back. He prefers to make love to you in private, but is willing to take you almost anywhere with at least partial privacy, if you get your thrill from semi-public sex. He has no problem staying completely quiet.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Considering how intimacy and touch starved he is, it really doesn’t take a lot, given he is in the right mindset. There are days when he’s not feeling well, physically or emotionally, there are days when he’s simply too tired, and it’s just physical closeness and affection he craves on such days. He more than makes up for it when he’s feeling better though. Many things can get him in the mood; looking at your body, suggestive conversation, biting his lips, kissing his neck, etc. One of your 100% success rate working tricks is what you call simply ‘The Look’. Head a little tilted to the side, looking at him through your lashes, your lower lip between your teeth, your hands fidgeting. That look drives him wild.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Degradation and public sex. 

He can get a little rough, you may leave his bed bruised, sore, and overstimulated, with visible bite marks, but you’ll do so being called ‘beautiful’, and ‘brilliant’ and ‘his good girl’. He’s never going to call you any insulting, derogatory terms, because that’s just not who he is. If you attempt to degrade him, it’ll be a major turn off. He wants you to slap his face, not his soul.

Semi-public sex is quite alright with him if he knows the two of you won’t get caught. He really doesn’t want to get caught; Firstly because he doesn’t want your honour to suffer because of it, and secondly because what you two have together is yours, and only yours. He’s a very private person who believes your lovemakings should be just that: private.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Aesop Sharp can go down on you like he’s getting paid for it. He’s very very skilled with his mouth, using everything, tongue, lips and teeth. He’s normally a little self-conscious about his slightly crooked teeth and large nose, but they both prove plenty useful when he’s using his mouth on you. He loves doing it, in all honesty, and he can go on doing it for hours. It’s absolutely no problem for him to finish with you, as he pushes you over the edge with his mouth, devouring you like a man starved. 

He likes receiving as much as any other fellow, praising you throughout, his fingers combing through your hair gently. He doesn’t push you unless you ask him to, doesn’t thrust up into your mouth unless he knows you can handle it. He’s not exactly small and the last thing he wants is to make you choke on him, or make you gag too much. Just imagining what could happen if he did make you gag too much is a little revolting. Talk about a moodkill.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Preferes to take his time, build your mutual pleasure steadily, let it fill you entirely and only then he picks up the pace considerably, the sudden change in speed making the inevitable climax more intense. However, as was said before, he’s a very skilled, generous lover and he absolutely can adapt to whichever mood either of you may have. There have been lovemakings so slow and sweet, that neither of you raise your voice even upon your orgasm, and there of course were couplings so hard and fast, you were close to fainting by the end of them. Aesop can do it all and he can do it really well.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Occasionally. He really likes to take his time, and he’s a major foreplay enthusiast, but there are days when one or both of you simply don’t have enough time, despite wanting to be intimate together. Aesop is effective, meticulous and passionate, like he is in everything he does. Both of you are able to reach your finish in a matter of minutes, giving each other blissed out smiles and kisses, hanging onto one another as if your lives depended on it. However, if there is even a small chance that Aesop would be able to have normal, unhurried sex with you if he only waits a few hours, he will forgo the quickie.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

He’s definitely willing to experiment, not judging anything until he’s tried it, unless it’s something very risky and potentially dangerous. That’s where he draws the line. It still leaves a lot of wonderful things for you to try and decide if it’s something you enjoy together or not. Temperature play with ice? Lovely, exciting, will do again. Wax play? Well, you were nearly certain you probably did it wrong, but you did it wrong enough for you to never want to try it again. Ouch.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He has brilliant stamina and control, and can last for a long time, but he does have a longer recovery period, which he blames on his age. You disagree with the statement wholeheartedly, blaming it instead on the fact that he’s perfectly able to be at it for hours if he wants to. He can go for two quite lengthy, mind blowing rounds with a pause between, perhaps a little nap, too.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He does own a few fun things he likes to use. Velvety blindfolds and tapes to bind you, an assortment of objects to be used on you once you’ve been properly restrained, ranging from a fluffy feather to a (very carefully used) crop. They are used only occasionally, to spice things up a bit, for example after you’ve both had a long, difficult day. He’s been on the receiving end of these a couple of times, and is a little embarrassed to say how much he enjoyed it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He does enjoy a fair share of teasing, but he’s never mean in it. He may edge you a little if you’re both comfortable with it, he may miss your sweet spots on purpose in order to make your arousal grow just a little more, but if he sees you’re really desperate, if he knows you really need to come, he won’t dare rid you of the orgasm. He possesses a kind of physical empathy that lets him know when he can tease you and when he cannot.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He is perfectly able to be nearly silent the entire time, ragged breathing his only sound, but he chooses not to when he knows your ears are the only ones that’ll hear him. He prefers to let his sounds flow off his lips naturally, and it’s something he likes in you as well. He doesn’t need you to scream or moan your lungs out to know you’re having a good time, so be natural, and if you feel a moan coming onto you, don’t stifle it and don’t exaggerate it. He won’t either. His sounds are usually little grunts and groans in the beginning, but will progressively turn into small moans once he’s getting close. The only sound that might be considered louder is the one he makes once he actually reaches his climax, and it’s the only one he’ll try to muffle a little, by kissing or biting you, out of slight self-consciousness.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

One of Aesop’s fortes is his openness about sex itself - he’s no blushing virgin and he’s no vulgar sailor. Sex is just completely natural to him and he sees no reason not to call things the way they are, or even not to talk about sex at all. He knows Muggles think of sex as if it was something shameful and sinful, hiding behind colourful names for normal body parts, as opposed to what sex actually is - something natural, pleasant and beautiful.

It makes it really easy for you to discuss anything with him, maybe even learning some new things about your own body in the process, as he doesn’t blush or stutter or say ‘such matters are unfit to be discussed’, like Muggles might do. He knows his anatomy and he knows yours, and it's pleasant not to have to explain to him why you don’t want to be intimate this week.  

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He is large. It should really be expected with the size of this man that his tools would be proportionally well endowed. Over 6 inches in length when fully erect and girthy, shrinks down an inch or two when soft. Uncircumsized, with a large, dark pink tip, a few well defined veins. He definitely fills you to the brim, but can be a bit difficult to fellate. His left bollock hangs slightly lower than the other one and they are quite sensitive.

After his injury and before entering a relationship with you? Nearly nonexistent. For a year after the injury, the pain was so bad, he couldn’t even get it up, which made him consider himself impotent, only adding salt to the wound. He regained his potency later on and engaged in a few one night stands, but his emotional/intimate unavailability made the sex feel tense and the orgasms barely worth the effort.

After becoming your partner, his sex drive rose considerably, as he allowed you in, allowed you to see his vulnerable side. Having the ability to be open with you sets his mind at ease and allows him to not only find himself craving your touch and the union of your bodies, but also lets him perform nearly as good as he would have performed before his injuries. Being a little older, his hormones a little calmer, he actually sometimes performs even better than he would in his younger years.

Now he has a very healthy appetite for sex, perhaps a little bigger than an average man of his age. He can control himself very well, his body mostly obedient unless there’s some un-ignorable stimulus right in front of him - he wouldn’t be able to force his erection down even if he was dead, that one time you came into his office wearing only your school robe and nothing else.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

At night he tends to fall asleep quite quickly after a nice lovemaking. He does clean the two of you up with a spell, he does talk to you and kiss you gently as you cuddle under the blanket, but he’s out like a light before long. He cuddles you out of his sleep, and sometimes snores. If you were to tell him that, though, he’d be very insistent that he does not, in fact, snore. He’s never snored in his entire life. 

i hope you liked it! you can also check it out on AO3, as well as all of my other works.

[pianocat939]

hello!! :0 can I have a blurb of the yan!turtles (I feel like this mostly applies to Leo bc he makes all the jokes but idk) Whos MC thinks they’ve got a weird laugh so theyre always trying not to?

HOW DARE YOU HIT MY WEAK POINT. Seriously tho, I have a windshield wiper or seagull laugh so people stare at me weirdly when I start laughing. (I still make my friends suffer through it tho 💝)

Tw: Mikey threatens to burn people,

(Very fluffy)

Raggedy Cloth:

At first, he thought nothing was funny enough to make you laugh but then realized the actual reason why. He’ll come running at you and engulf you in a hug before reassuring you that your laugh isn’t weird. "Your laugh isn't weird! Don't you ever say that again!" If you don’t start laughing soon he’s going to attack you with more affection.

Laundry of Dirt:

Notices it right away. Immediately shuts off his typical snarky personality and gets serious. "I know what you're trying to hide. Forget everybody else, laugh; laugh for me, and only me." Then busts out his barrage of corny one-liners and jokes. Even a giggle will keep him satisfied...For now.

Decaying Fabrics:

May not notice it the first few times but does catch on quickly. He's not like empathetic like the others but does give you a blunt statement. "Your laugh is fine, endorphins are released from your brain when you laugh so...Just do it." (That was an unintentional reference to the meme we all know) Would never admit it but kinda likes the way you laugh.

(He would not love mine I sound like a fucking seagull ready to attack trash)

Mangled Sleeves:

Literally offended. Why doesn't his divinity like their laugh? Do they not feel loved enough? Then no matter what, he'll fix the problem. Proceeds to blabber praises. "Omigosh, you should never hide your laugh, it's a melody of joy! I'll burn the people who dare say such things to you! And-" Once he finally gets you to laugh, he'll record it and listen to it every night before sleep.

(Did you guys notice the names? I went for clothing as my topic)

[mattsdae]

Matt Stone? Period sex? FUCK YES!! I’m so down for that idea!!!

the thing is, i feel like matt would be so nonchalant about periods that he doesn’t even make a big deal out of it? like as long as you’re fine with it, he’s down. if anything, i think he would actually like it bc he can slide in easier and with less preparation. plus i heard sex helps with cramps sooo

anyways here’s some content warnings

matt stone x fem reader , period sex obviously , matt is actually nice for once ??

“i’m on my period.”

he looked down at you, thinking for a moment. you hadn’t been dating matt for long and this was the first time he’s tried to have sex while you were on your period. it sucks, but you were fully aware of the fact that most men are grossed out by periods. it made you nervous telling him because matt’s such a nice guy, but him being weird around periods would definitely end the relationship.

“and?” he said, visibly confused. you adjusted yourself, leaning on your elbows as he pulled away, no longer pinning you to the bed.

“i just wanted to let you know. are you fine with that?” you asked, clinching the sheets as you said it. he rose an eyebrow.

“are you?” he responded. you nodded. “lemme get a towel real quick. you need to do anything or..?” he stood. you went to the bathroom, removing your tampon before getting back into his bed, which now had several towels laid down.

“isn’t this a little overkill?” you joke. he shrugged.

“i didn’t know what your flow is like so i just put a ton to be safe,” he said as he crawled back over. you played with the corner of one of the towels.

“why did you grab white towels?” you asked with a laugh. he shrugged and lifted your legs, wrapping them around him and lifting the shirt you stole from him.

“i’ll just buy more, babe. it’s not like i have red towels on hand,” he grumbled as he leaned down, kissing your neck. you giggled and squirmed under him. it wasn’t your first time having sex with him, but everything he did was still so new you didn’t know how to react.

“i’ve never done this before,” you mumble. he glances up at you, still confused.

“ever?” he clarifies. you nod. he leaned back, letting himself settle between your legs. his fingers slowly trailed down your chest and towards your stomach. “you want me to talk you through it?”

you nod again and smile. he slowly dipped his fingers between your folds. you shivered, finding yourself for sensitive than usual. he leaned down and kissed along your tummy. you sigh as he circled your clit.

“you know, i heard somewhere that sex can help with cramps,” he started. you laughed.

“that’s not true,” you say. he smiled up at you.

“seriously! i looked it up ‘cause i didn’t believe it either. says there’s some endorphins that release during sex that helps with pain,” he explained. as his fingers ran along your hole, never going more than a knuckle deep.

“are you saying that so i’ll have sex with you everytime i’m on my period?” you ask, barely holding back a moan from his touching. it was embarassing how well he knew you already. he wasn’t even fully touching you, but you still arched your back.

“why would i have to convince you? i’m sure you’ll enjoy it since you’re already writhing.” you blushed while he chuckled. he finally inserted two fingers, sighing himself as you moan. you grab at his triceps, shocked by how easily he fingered you. “see how easy this is? i’m sure you’ve gotten horny while on your period, right?”

“yeah,” you moan, rutting against his fingers as he curled them. you whimper at the obscene squelching noise. he didn’t mind, though, instead massaging your walls until you gasped.

“there we are. have you ever touched yourself during your period?” you shook your head. “well, you can be more sensitive, which makes everything ten times better and it helps with the sexual frustration,” he spoke smoothly. his tone was even as you fell apart under him. his voice almost punctuated every movement, a subconscious rhythm to it.

“matt, i think i’m gonna cum,” you whimper. he pulled his fingers out, causing you to whine. after wiping his fingers off on the towel, he undressed, tossing his boxers and shorts to the side. he gave himself a few tugs before lining up.

“i’m gonna slide in real easy, okay?” he said, quietly asking if you were sure. you nodded. it would be impossible to back out now, not with your orgasm being right there. you shut your eyes tight, covering your face as you felt the head against your pussy. as you took a deep breath, he pushed in. he stopped at the tip, letting you adjust. it did go in easily, which only made you beg for more.

“please, please, please,” you chanted, trying to grab onto his shoulder and pull him close. he chuckled above you, clearly enjoying your reactions to everything he was doing. he held still, circling your clit again.

“you gotta be patient, momma. don’t wanna hurt you,” he teased. you whimpered. he knew that was your favorite pet name, so using it only made you more desperate. that was his motive, of coarse, so he slowly thrusted inside, letting you feel every inch inside of you.

“matt, please,” you begged. “just, kiss me? please?”

his clean hand held you by the back of your head, pulling you close and planting his lips on yours. you moaned into his mouth as he finally bottomed out. he bit your bottom lip as you trembled, clinching around him.

“fuck, you feel so good. such a good girl, huh?” he huffed as he pulled out just as slow. you grabbed his cheeks, desperate for more. he chuckled against your lips, pulling away just enough that you weren’t touching anymore. he brushed a hair out of your face, enjoying your red cheeks and lips.

“i want you to fuck me, matt. please,” you begged again. you looked up at him with the best puppy dog eyes you could muster. he smiled and pinched your cheek.

“you don’t have to beg, baby. you’re doing so good,” he smiled before thrusting back in, still gentle and experimental. your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him close. his smile pressed against your neck before kissing along your tensed muscles.

his hands ran along your sides before staying on your hips, holding you in place. he’s been rough before, but this wasn’t one of those times. he caressed you, causing shivers down your spine as his fingers just barely brushed over your skin.

“i’m close,” you whimper. he kept his pace, gripping your hips just a bit harder as his stuttered. he was close, too, but he held himself back. your nails dug into his shoulders, dragging down as you tried to pull him closer. he couldn’t get any closer, chest pressed against yours, but you still tried.

“go ahead, baby. you deserve it,” he hummed. your face scrunched up, pushing against his neck. you trembled, choking out a sob as you came. he moaned above you as you throbbed around him, arms tightening around his neck. “so good, honey. so good.”

you slowly relaxed, falling back onto the sheets as he pulled out and came on the towel under you, which was now soaked in cum and blood. he kissed your cheek before going to the bathroom, wiping himself off and returning with a wet towel for you.

“thank you.” it was quiet, but you spoke just loud enough for him to hear it. he laughed.

“why are you thanking me?” he asked with a grin.

“that was just.. really good.”

“well, thank you for trusting me enough to do that.”

[tkfluff-fanatic]

if i started getting a lecture about ANYTHING while getting got i think i’d laugh way harder honestly. that’s so fucking funny. and ur SO RIGHT commie would be so nice actually.

(wyd when i GET YOU 💥 and i start talking about what’s happening in your brain. “you’re laughing so your brain is releasing endorphins isn’t that so cool.. did you know that gargalesis can’t be self inflicted? knismesis can tho!! but it usually feels more itchy than ticklish- is this ticklish? right here? :3” wyd) —🦴

??? What is wrong with you.what the fuck. Why would you l eave this in my inbox?? Get out?? You're banned from my askbox permanently. Get out. Leave me alone?? I didn't do anything to you. I was nicer than usual lately. Leave me alone.

[wishfulstargazer]

Main Character Customer Support Ep 2

Thanks again to my collaborator: @f0xywrites

“Customer Service, this is Luna, how may I help you?”

“I’m sorry, did you say Luna? What kind of a name is that?” Luna rolled her eyes. This was clearly going to be one of those calls.

“Well, it happens to be my name, ma’am,” she replied, striving to keep her tone friendly and polite. “But if you prefer, you can refer to me as Ms. Appleton, which is also my name.”

“Why would I do that? Call some girl with a stupid hippy name Ms. Appleton? I am Pamela Turner and my character Jacqueline is completely useless. What am I supposed to do with this girl?”

“I’m so sorry to hear that ma’am. What is the issue with Jacqueline, Ms. Turner?”

“She doesn’t speak with a French accent!”

“Ah, I see. Let me pull up Jacqueline’s profile. Do you have your order number or barcode handy?”

“The last time I had a problem, you people found it under my phone number. No, I don’t have a barcode!”

Luna muted the call and took a deep breath. No time to count slowly to ten, just had to leash her temper before she spoke again. She forced her mouth into a smile (apparently that was supposed to release endorphins and actually make you happier?) and resumed.

“I can certainly locate your order with your phone number, Ms. Turner. It may take just a moment longer to pull the specific character data, though. May I please get the phone number on the order?

“It’s 573-555-1186. Or possibly 573-555-8934. Or, hmm, if we were at our winter home it could have ben 713-555-0510. Anyway, it’s one of those.”

Eventually, Luna was able to locate the character (with very little, begrudgingly delivered, assistance from the client.) “Ma’am, it appears that in Jacqueline’s requested biography, you indicated that she be an American?”

“Well, of course, my readers don’t want to read about some Frenchy, like her mother.”

I need this job, swallow it down, don’t react to the racism. Or ethnophobia. Or whatever crap this is. “Well, since the character was born and attended school in the U.S., she wouldn’t have a French accent when she speaks English ma’am. I’m afraid there’s not much that we here at Plots can do about that.”

“Her name is Jacqueline, for crying out loud!” Ms. Turner shouted. “If I didn’t want her to have an accent, I would have named her Beth.”

“I’m going to ask you not to shout at me,” Luna said. “But if you’d care to request a ‘whisper’ of an accent, I imagine our department of–”

“Not good enough. I demand a manager!”

Thank God. “Absolutely, ma’am. Please hold the line.” Placing the client on hold, Luna scanned the available open phone lines. With a satisfied smile, she chose one. “Thank you for waiting, Ms. Turner. I’m now connecting you over to François, my supervisor. Bonne journée!”

Sometimes, not very often, but sometimes, a CSR could get the last laugh.

*****

“You know I’m not supposed to tell you that,” Marguerite whispered to Paul. “Come on, if anyone finds out we’ll both be fired.” The petite programmer fixed a stern expression on her face. “I told you before, no more–last time I did this WAS the last time.”

“I just want to make sure Benji is with someone that’s going to be nice to him,” Paul begged. “He’s so little and alone. His mother died when he was four. His father remarried and works all the time, and his stepmother is totally consumed with the new baby. He’s going to be neglected for years. He needs an author that’s going to, you know, give him a Happily Ever After.”

Marguerite sighed. It was always worse when the character was a child. “Okay, fine, I’ll check the database records and see who ordered him. But even if it was V.C. Andrews herself, you’re going to release Benji on schedule. No going on strike or threatening to unionize the characters this time!”

“I promise,” Paul said meekly. Not that there was any chance of him keeping that promise. Paul was really too tenderhearted to be in Character Development. He bled for every single persona with a sad back story. Marguerite had no idea why he insisted upon working at Plots. Fluff Corp would have loved him.

“Okay,” she whispered, feeling absurd, “I’ll meet you in the parking lot at lunch with the info.”

*****

“I don’t know what to tell you,” Keiko said. “Justin’s ‘personal volition’ stat is off the charts. The same drive that led to him founding a billion dollar company is what’s giving you problems now. I can’t fix that without irreparably changing his backstory.”

“But he won’t do what I need him to do!” Francesca Alders, a best-selling romance novelist, wailed to Keiko. Since getting promoted to Tier One authors, Keiko had to deal with a lot fewer nitpicky complaints. Unfortunately, when a Tier One DID have a problem that they couldn’t personally resolve through plot, it tended to be a large one.

Keiko scanned the heroine sheet. “I admit, at first look I don’t see the problem, either, Ms. Alders. Julia should be perfect for him–”

“Call me Fran, dear, after all, you and me, we’ve been through it together! I think of us more as collaborators than anything else,” Francesca said. “I know that between us we can come up with the fix–I just hope I haven’t ripped out all my hair first!”

Keiko was touched. “I’ll try to justify your faith in me, Fran. I mean, it all looks good so far–the meet-cute, the sizzling chemistry, the impulsive hookup by the girl who doesn’t do impulsive hookups…”

“I KNOW. But he simply won’t take it to the next level! He won’t let her in, won’t communicate, is happy to give her nice presents, but he won’t give her anything of himself! And the worst part of it is, I think Julia is falling for him. Rat bastard. I won’t write a book about a man using a woman and breaking her heart. There’s enough of that in reality, if you know what I mean.”

Keiko didn’t know what to say to that, especially given her own personal history. “Wouldn’t it be nice if we could just rewrite real life until we get an ending that suits us?”

“From your very lips, dear,” Fran said. Keiko could hear the clink of the oversized earrings Fran always wore as they rattled against the phone. “But what AM I to do about Justin?”

Keiko had nothing and was a bit frantic about it. Failure with a major client like Fran could get a rep fired or even a division closed down. It wouldn’t be the first time. Before she could stop herself, the words spilled out. “Why don’t you ask him?”

Keiko wanted to take the words back as soon as she said them. Encouraging the author to personally engage with the character to resolve problems was directly counter to company policy and the industry standards of professionalism. The theory was that authors who spoke to their characters like they were “real” would lose their objectivity and not be able to create works that put them through hardships. Or if conflict arose, the character might end up unjustly punished by an author, too. Or a well-meaning writer might think they were doing something good by taking the character’s advice, but would overlook something in their backstory that made the problem worse instead of better. Knowing thyself might be the beginning of wisdom, but most newly created characters weren’t actually very wise.

The other side was, of course, that if authors started resolving things directly with their characters, huge clients with pricey unlimited support packages like Fran might not need them any longer. Nobody in the industry wanted to see that happen.

“Hmm,” Fran, however, was clearly mulling it over. Keiko tried not to panic as visions of unemployment danced in her head. She could lose her job–maybe even her license?--if this went badly.

“I think that’s an interesting idea, dear, but I’d feel more comfortable with an intermediary, such as yourself. Dustin can be a bit hotheaded when he feels as if I’m asking him to do something he doesn’t want to do. A third party might help him feel more comfortable.”

Phew. Keiko could work with this. Still, best to check: “As long as you don’t think he will feel that we’re ganging up on him?”

“I don’t imagine he will,” Fran said. “But I’ll want video conferencing for this. Can you reserve a private conference room for three pm today?”

“Absolutely,” Keiko assured her. “We will always prioritize your comfort and timetable, Fran.”

“You’re such a lovely person, Keiko,” the older woman said gently. “Please let me know if I start taking advantage of your good nature. We authors can be gluttons for assistance!”

***** 

“So the order was placed by an author nobody’s heard of,” Marguerite said to Paul in a low tone. “They’ve never published or uploaded anything as far as I can tell.”

Paul’s face fell. “So then there’s no way of knowing what they’re going to do with him?”

“Well,” Marguerite felt her face redden. “I might have hacked her hard drive to see if she had any story outlines on it.”

Paul broke out into a big beaming grin. “Awesome, Rita, I knew I could count on you! So–” and he glanced at the ground as if bracing himself for bad news–”What does it look like?”

Marguerite bit her lower lip and shook her head sadly. Paul winced. “Oh NO. H-how bad is it?” The hands at his sides formed fists, as if he was already getting ready for a fight.”

“Paul! I’m kidding!” Marguerite laughed. “He’s going to be a very lonely kid until he’s about seven, then he’ll meet a fairy in the garden who feels sorry for him and offers him a wish. He wishes for a magical bunny friend, the fairy grants it, and they go on all kinds of magical adventures together!”

“Oh—ohhhh!” Barely able to contain his delight, Paul started doing a little dance behind Marguerite’s blue Honda minivan. “Lots of adventures?”

“Lots. This little nobody author put together a few sample chapters and an outline and pitched the story to a children’s publisher–and got a four book contract! Benji’s going to have a blast.”

“This is perfect, thank you Rita!” Paul hugged her tightly, and Marguerite felt herself blushing again.

“Anytime,” she said after the embrace ended, straightening her shirt.

“Hey, so, I owe you for all your help, and, um,” Paul blushed hard. “I think you’re amazing. Would you let me buy you dinner tonight?”

Startled, Marguerite stared at her feet for a second, then looked up. “I’d love to, Paul,” she said.

[elementalladymallorie]

Small Moments and Small Gestures that Make a Home-Chapter 5

Run Around

Word Count: 1K

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And here we are with Brook and Who would win a race? from the SBS Trivia.

There are many benefits to exercise, maintaining fitness, working of stress, and even a release of endorphins. Sometimes you and those you are close with can participate together. A friendly competition can even help make you work harder, though you must take care for the competition to not get out of hand.

It was almost a necessity to stretch your legs after too long on the seas.  

Though Brook would find a 50-meter dash to be a little more than expected for stretching legs. 

Not as if he has much in his legs to stretch! 

Some they’d all been convinced to participate, and a starting and finishing line had been drawn out. The starting line if just a little aways from the lunch tables they’ve set up and the finish line near a tree that had interested the youngest of their crew due to it’s unusual twisting shape.  

Robin had summoned a hand, and it was poised just ahead of them and ready to signal the start.  

Brook takes a moment to look over his fellow competitors and can’t help but feel a bit endeared at how energetic Luffy, Usopp and Chopper appear. All three bouncing in place and hyping themselves up, well stamping in Chopper’s case as he changed to his walk point to make it fairer given the short stature of brain point gave him a distinct disadvantage.  

Sanji and Zoro were far enough apart to not physically fight but they were still glaring at each other, and the friendly race held more of competitive edge for them. Nami and Jinbei had looks of slight unease on their own faces. Perhaps a bit worried about how they would preform in comparison, after all Nami wasn't as physically active as some of them and Jinbei's fishman nature may play a small part in it. It wouldn't prevent them from trying of course. 

Franky seems acceptably energetic himself, while Robin maintains her composure with only a small smile on her face. Brook allows himself to laugh for a moment before settling into a ready stance the same as the others. 

It’s only a mere moment more before Robin’s hand waves before dispersing into petals, and they’re all off.  

Brook sees Zoro and Nami on either side of him from the corner of his eyes, eye sockets!, for a moment before they’re out of his view and he doesn’t take a moment to glance behind him to see where the others were in relation to him. 

He distinctly hears shouting behind him but isn’t focused in enough to make out the words. He focuses more on the footsteps getting closer and makes a final push to cross the finish line. 

He takes a few more steps to avoid being run into before turning just in time to see Sanji finish behind him, Luffy not far behind either. 

Sanji gives Brook a nod of acknowledgement, which Brook returns while laughing, as Chopper comes in fourth. He’s followed surprisingly by Zoro. Well, surprisingly to Brook at least as he would've assumed that Zoro would’ve placed closer to Sanji or Luffy.  

Brook would have believed that Sanji would have, or could have, at least beat him as well. Then again being nothing but bones does have advantages, and Sanji likely wouldn’t have put in near as much effort to beat him in a friendly competition as he would have were they in a real fight. 

“How?” Sanji is snapping at Zoro, just as Usopp takes sixth with Nami close behind and both panting at the effort. “Please, I’m actually curious. How did you manage to get lost on a fifty-meter dash that was in a straight line?!” 

Ah. That certainly explains it, must have been what the shouting was for. It does make Brook wonder though how Sanji knew of that. If he saw the swordsman steer off course, or just was listening better to whomever yelled at him to know what happened. 

Zoro’s getting closer to Sanji, annoyance clear in every inch of his demeanor as Robin crosses in eighth, barely paying them any mind. “Shut up! I didn’t get lost! You all just took a different route.” 

Franky crosses over with Jinbei bringing up the rear, effectively ending their race and sealing everyone's place. 

“Different route?!” The disbelief in Sanji’s voice is real, and both Usopp and Nami are mirroring his expression as they get closer to join the argument. “It’s a straight line! You the lines get drawn!”  

“Zoro got lost during the race?” Luffy and Chopper both look a little surprised at that. Given their places that makes some sense, Luffy likely hadn’t seen and perhaps Chopper merely thought he’d outpaced Zoro if they’d been close during the run. 

“It appears so.” Robin’s smiling, watching them with a hand covering her mouth as she suppresses a giggle. 

“I heard Nami yell asking him what he was doing, but I didn’t realize he got lost.” Chopper’s back in brain point, looking at the group bickering just a little aways from them with wide eyes. 

“He managed to get lost, and still come in fifth.” Franky mutters, almost drowned out by Usopp shouting “No! I did not somehow change the finish line before we all started!” 

Brook just laughs again. “He did! It’s quite impressive really. Imagine where he would have placed if he hadn’t gotten lost on the course.” 

“It may have led to more fights if we had to attempt a photo finish.” Jinbei’s voice sounds put upon, but his face holds nothing but affection. The same fond exasperation that they all wear at times when one of their other crewmates does something particularly odd. 

Well, no point getting too hung up on quirks they’ve all gotten used to and come to expect. The bickering is more for show at this point anyways. 

 Though, Nami did look to attempt physical harm at something Zoro said. Usopp was right beside her, looking ready to either restrain her or ready to dive out of the way. 

Sanji pulls out an old and favored insult in the next instant though and Zoro’s attention is fully on their cook and they fall into their easy routine of a fight. 

“I believe we were going to have lunch before we decide on our race, no?” Robin’s voice gains the attention of the rest of them “If we don’t eat soon, the food’s going to get cold and I don’t believe any of us will be too pleased with that.” 

That spurs Luffy into running, shouting at everyone and getting their attention as he starts running back to the tables they had sent up.  

Everyone follows back, at their own pace and in a much different placement than from their race.  

If Brook later played marching songs and something more appropriate for outdoor activities later, he’d just claim that he was inspired and wanted to keep their blood pumping, even if he didn’t have any. 

Skull joke!

[happyandticklish]

Me: It’s so nice how when you’re tickled you can laugh freely and just be yourself ^^

Also me while getting tickled: If I laugh I will get a bad grade in getting tickled, something that is both normal to fear and possible to achieve. 

[rosiesramblings]

A Real Smile

WC: 2.2k

Fandom: Criminal Minds, ler!Spencer, lee!Reader

TW: Talk of depression and anxiety, general mental health problems

A/N: Okay I just want to say I tried to make it OBVIOUS in this fic that tickling does NOT fix or cure mental illness. Like, not even close. However, as someone who has struggled with this stuff for at least 8 years, having a solid support system DOES help. That's really what I wanted to portray in this fic. I love you all! And I hope you enjoy.

“What are you doing?” Reid’s voice jolted me out of my focus, and I forced my face to relax from the aggressively fake smile I had been wearing.

“Um. Paperwork?” I purposely misinterpreted the question, twisting nervously in my spinny office chair.

“I meant with your face,” Spencer said. He strode across the bullpen and hopped up onto my desk, fixing me with a stare that I knew from past experience meant that he wasn’t going to drop this until I told him.

I sighed, looking around to make sure nobody was eavesdropping. To my surprise, there was nobody else in the bullpen. Hotch’s light was still on in his office, but other than that it was completely deserted. I glanced at the clock, and oh my god it was almost half past nine. Shit. I really hadn’t meant to stay this late. At least nobody else was around to notice my weird coping mechanisms.

I looked up at Reid. “You can’t laugh,” I said.

“Why would I laugh?” he asked genuinely.

“Because it’s… silly at best, embarrassing at worst,” I explained.

“Ok. No laughing. Now what was that face? It looked like you were in pain.”

“So, I read online that the action of smiling, even if it’s a fake smile, triggers the release of happy brain chemicals. If I’m being honest, depression has been kicking my ass lately, and when it gets like this I fake smile when I’m doing paperwork for especially hard cases to try and trick my brain into thinking I’m happy,” I said, staring resolutely just past Reid’s shoulder, not making eye contact.

He didn’t say anything. I panicked.

“I know it’s dumb and that the fake smiling thing was geared more towards normal people who are having a bad day and probably doesn’t actually do much to help people with major depression and generalized anxiety disorder but I figure it’s better than nothing or moping alone at my desk all day and -”

Reid puts a hand on my shoulder, stopping my ramble in its tracks. “Woah, Y/N, it’s ok. I don’t think it’s weird at all. I just… why didn’t you say anything?”

“Say anything about my fake smiling? Probably because I don’t think -”

“No, I mean, why didn’t you tell anybody on the team that you’re struggling?” Reid asked, voice impossibly gentle. His hand is still on my shoulder, and it’s kind of all I can concentrate on. It’s been so long since somebody just - touched me? Which sounds so stupid and pathetic and anyway, he asked me a question.

“Um. Well I didn’t tell Hotch or Rossi because I don’t want them to think that I can’t do my job. And I didn’t tell the rest of you because I’m just used to dealing with this on my own, I guess? It honestly didn’t even occur to me to say something.”

I risk a glance at Spencer’s face and he looks devastated. Jesus. It’s like I told him his dog died or something. I scramble, trying to figure out the best thing to say, not having the faintest idea how to fix it.

“It’s really not that big a deal, Reid, I promise. I have an appointment with my psychiatrist soon, I just have to buckle down and get through these next few weeks until she can adjust my meds,” I say. “In the meantime, I just… try and find little ways to make it better. Hence the fake smiling.”

Reid still looks sad. He hops down from my desk and stands next to my chair. “According to the current research, an embrace would offer more of an increase in endorphin production in the brain than smiling, fake or not,” he says, the fingers on his left hand rubbing at his sweater sleeve.

Unbidden, tears sprung to my eyes. I blinked hard and tried for a teasing tone to cover it. “Dr. Reid, are you asking if I want a hug?”

My voice cracked. Goddammit.

He just raised his eyebrows and opened his arms.

I heaved a breath out, hard. “Ok, ok, just… give me a minute. Cause if you hug me right this second I will cry,” I said, tugging my hands through my hair and staring up at the ceiling, trying to get a handle on my emotions.

Spencer just nodded solemnly. “That would be counterproductive.”

I gave a half-laugh. Then I stood up, shaking out my arms, before looking at him and squinting. “Wait, are you sure? I know handshakes aren’t your thing so isn’t a hug worse-ah!”

Without preamble, Reid grabbed my hand and yanked me toward him, wrapping his arms around me.

Oh. Oh.

His sweater was soft and warm, and my head fit perfectly underneath his chin. One of his arms ran up and down my spine softly, and the other one held me tightly to him. I let out a shuddery breath as I relaxed into his embrace.

This was the safest I’d felt in a while.

“You might be onto something with the endorphins thing,” I mumbled into his chest.

Spencer’s laugh rumbled through his ribcage. The best feeling. “I have an IQ of 187. I’m usually ‘onto something’.”

He rocked me gently back and forth, and I let my eyes flutter closed. 

Only to stiffen and stifle a laugh when Reid switched from rubbing my back to running his fingers across my shoulder blades. I pressed my lips into a line, trying to remain as natural as possible. I didn’t want the hug to end, and I really didn’t want Spencer to find out how much that tickled.

Reid’s voice was suspiciously neutral when he next spoke. “You know, it’s not just hugs that release endorphins,” he said. 

I hummed, hoping that he was planning on going on a tangent that would distract him from asking about the sudden tension in my body.

“Things like high fives, pats on the back, cuddling, all these activities cause so-called “happy brain chemicals” to flood your nervous system.”

“Huh,” I said, barely listening as his touch on my shoulder blades seemed to lighten and become even more unbearable. Don’t move. Don’t move. Don’t move. Don’t - 

“Actually, there is one more activity that helps the brain produce endorphins,” Spencer continued.

“It’s been observed in other species, including chimpanzees, rats, and bonobos, and can induce a fight-or-flight response, which actually reduces stress levels.”

“Oh yeheah?” Shit. Hopefully the giggle was muffled by his sweater.

“Mhm. So I guess we should probably see if it helps you, since the benefits are so clearly so immense,” he said, his fingers still dancing across my shoulders.

“Okay,” I said, proud that I kept the laughter out of my voice.

“So tell me, Y/N… are you ticklish?” Fuck.

“WhahahaAHAHAT?” I burst into laughter when he suddenly lowered his hands and dug deep into my sides.

Spencer just laughed with me. “Unfortunately, knismesis, what I was doing to your shoulder blades earlier, hasn’t been studied in this context. However, gargalesis, this squeezing that I’m doing,” he demonstrated enthusiastically, making me shriek. “That has been proven to give those mental health benefits.”

“Reheheheheid,” I giggled.

“Yes? What seems to be the problem, Y/N?” he asked pleasantly.

“Yohohou’re - yohohohou’re - gohohohd, please go somewhere ehehehehelse,” I said, my face burning as I realized I didn’t really want him to stop.

“Your wish is my command,” he teased, picking me up and sitting me on the edge of my desk, where he had been moments earlier. He backed up, put a few inches of space between us, and I frowned, thinking he was done. Instead, he reached between us and vibrated his hand over the skin of my belly.

“Ahahahahahaha! Wahahahait, not thehehehehere,” I begged. My hands tried to grab his, but he was too fast and I was too uncoordinated.

“Actually, you didn’t specify. All you said was, and I quote, ‘Please go somewhere else’,” Spencer explained.

Nononononohohohohoho,” I laughed, squirming and knocking my cup full of pens to the floor.

“I have an eidectic memory, Y/N. If you had asked me not to get your tummy, I would remembered,” Spencer teased.

“Dohohn’t cahahahall it thahahat,” I snickered, pressing my face into his shoulder in embarrassment.

“What? Big, bad, Special Agent Y/N L/N is flustered by the word ‘tummy’?” Reid asked, moving his other hand up to squeeze at my ribs.

“Spencer! We’re ahahat wohohork! Don’t - don’t teASE,” I yelped.

“Hotch is the only other one still here. Nobody’s gonna see you,” Spencer said gently. “Plus, I’m pretty sure that Hotch would agree with me that you haven’t laughed nearly enough this week.”

“Ohohoho my gohohod,” I giggled, giving up on trying to stop him and fisting my hands in the back of his sweater, desperate to hold on to something.

“Ah, thank you! Easy access to your underarms,” Reid smiled, worming his fingers there and lighting my nerves on fire. 

I tensed my shoulders as I laughed, knowing that putting my arms down would undoubtedly make it a thousand times worse.

“Tell you what,” Reid said diplomatically. “Since you’ve been such a good sport about this, and because I am a merciful and benevolent god,” I snorted at him. “If you tell me your worst spot, I’ll only tickle you there for a little bit and then we’ll be done.”

My voice pitched up an octave. “Whahahahaat?”

“Your choice, Y/N. We can stop soon, or I can keep going until you’re literally just a puddle of giggles on the floor.”

Oh, this was so not fair.

“Well? I’m waiting,” Reid said, digging into the tops of my ribs and making me cackle.

“Ugh - fihihihine, fihihihine! It’s my hiIHIHIHIHIPS REHEHEHEID NO!” I screamed crazily, shocked that no night security guards had come running.

“Good choice, Y/N. Would it help if I counted down?” Deftly pressing his thumbs deep into my hip bones, he took me apart as casually as if we were having lunch together.

“IHIHIHIT WOULD NOHOHOT,” I laughed.

“Hm. I’m going to anyway. You can do it, just ten more seconds…”

“REEHEHEHEID.”

“Nine…”

“YOU SUHUHUCK.”

“Eight… seven… six… five…”

“SPENCER PLEHEHEHASE,” I gasped, absolutely losing my mind.

“You’re doing so well! Four… three… “

“THIHIHIHIS IS A WAHAHAR CRIHIHIME.”

“Oh, don’t be a baby. Two… aaaaaaand one!”

With that, he stopped kneading into my hips and rubbed a firm hand up and down my back. I just stayed where I was, arms wrapped around him, face hidden in his sweater, laughing and waiting for the ghost-tickles to go away.

“Ohohoho my god… my sihihides,” I giggled, feeling the wonderful ache in my lungs of having had a good laugh.

“Feeling any better?” Spencer asked cheekily.

“Mahahaybe a little,” I mumbled. I considered my next words. “Definitely not cured, but the world does seem a little less… horrible.”

“Good,” Spencer said simply. 

We sat in silence for a minute, enjoying each other’s company.

“Listen,” Spencer said, pulling back and looking at my face. “You absolutely don’t have to tell anybody else. I certainly won’t. This is your business, and if you want to keep it that way that’s fine. But, telling the team might help. A lot of us struggle with mental health stuff sometimes. You might be surprised by the support.”

I hummed, considering.

“I am, however, absolutely going to tell them that you’re ticklish,” Spencer grinned. “I’m sure they’ll take advantage of the information. Nobody has to know that it helps your depression.”

I whined, mostly just putting on a show, “Seriously?”

“Definitely. These next few weeks before your psych appointment are going to fly by,” Reid said, tweaking my sides and making me squeak.

The (real, tickle-induced) smile slowly faded from my face and I looked at him seriously. “You’re a good friend, Dr. Reid.”

“So are you, Agent L/N.”

I pushed myself off my desk. “Okay. We have both been here for entirely too long. Want to come back to my apartment for a movie or something?”

“Sure! I’ve been on a major Wes Anderson kick lately,” Spencer said, walking over to grab his messenger bag.

Just then, both of our phones buzzed. “Oh, please tell me we don’t have a case,” I begged, tossing my stuff into my bag as Reid looked at his screen.

He grinned. “Nope, no case. Although, you might find a case preferable to this.” He flipped his phone towards me and played the video that was just sent to the BAU group chat. 

The unmistakable sound of my laughter filled the room and my face burned as I watched Spencer-from-five-minutes-ago wreck me in third person on the the screen. The angle of the shot made it pretty obvious that it was filmed from the doorway of Hotch’s office.

“Hotch!” I squealed, covering my face with my hands.

“Well, that’s one thing checked off my to-do list,” Spencer laughed.

“Oh my god… I’m turning off my phone,” I said, even as embarrassing gifs from Emily and Morgan and a bunch of rainbow hearts from Garcia flooded my notifications.

“C’mon,” Spencer said, throwing his arm around me. “I’m sure you’ll live this down… in a few years.”

I stuck my tongue out at him as he walked us toward the elevator. This time, the smile stuck onto my face was a real one.

[ozarkthedog]

Hidden Solace

Summary: Andy finds comfort in the most unsuspecting place.

Pairing: Andy Barber x Female Sex Worker!Reader

Word Count: 1,929

Warnings: SMUT. Oral Sex (Male Receiving). Glory Hole Virgin. Swearing. Slight Angst?. It’s up to you to decide if he is with Laurie or not while you read this.

Author Notes: This fic is full of smut and feelings! I hope you all love this little fic as much as I loved writing it. 💙 *Credit goes to gif owner.

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Andy’s palms were sweaty as he sat in his Audi psyching himself up.

He stared out the wind shield taking in the shady looking building with its neon sign blaring into the dark night. He was taking a chance showing up at a place like this, but he was desperate.

Andy sucked in a deep breath and pulled the trigger.

He pulled his Red Sox cap low and covered his eyes with his shades as he crossed the threshold into the XXX Store.

He heard this place was running tricks. A Glory Hole out back for paying customers who could keep their mouths shut. Andy had no problem with that.

Soft Core Pornos played on small TVs embedded into the walls with copious amounts of toys, lubes and bondage gear stocking the shelves.

Andy casually strolled down the last isle pretending to look at some magazines before sauntering over to a grimy countertop placed at the back of the building.

An older woman sat at the oversized counter engrossed in an erotic novel as Andy shifted on his feet, clearing his throat.  

The woman’s eyes flicked up to Andy before she begrudgingly put her book down.

“It’ll be $50. Cash.” She said, sounding disinterested.

He ruffled through his wallet and deposited the money in her hand trying to not raise his head.

“Down the hall. Last door on the left.” She said, pointing with her thumb to the black curtain to her left.

“Have fun.” She feigned a smile and picked her book back up.

Andy passed through the curtain and walked down the hall intent with getting to his location. Various groans, creaky wood and the smell of sex filled the air as he strode by a handful of doors before arriving to his destination.

He stood in front of the door for a moment, unsure if he could actually go through with this. Maybe he could get his money back?

He heard a set of footsteps sound at the end of the hall and without thinking he grabbed the doorknob and dove into the room.

His heart pounded heavily against his chest as he leaned against the door feeling as though he almost got caught. He laughed to himself thinking how stupid he just looked to some guy who was headed to get his rocks off.

Andy peered around the tiny room as he took his hat off and stuck the brim in the back pocket of his jeans along with his sunglasses. A small bulb hung from the ceiling producing a dim yellow hue, a bench with a box of tissues and a small cut out in what looked like a wall covered in wood paneling.

He rubbed his face with dismay. How he ever talked himself into doing this…

Andy heard shuffling beyond the wall and then a faint, female voice.

“Hello?” You ponder with a quiet tone, unsure if anyone was in the opposite room.

You learned to not look through the hole. You made that mistake once and you never wanted to repeat it. Plus, the boss man didn’t want you to know who you’d be “servicing”. Something about privacy.

Andy cleared his throat nervously, his voice sounding just as timid. “Uh, yeah. Yeah. Hi.”

You smile at his apprehensiveness. It was rare that you got a Glory Hole Virgin.

“First time, huh?” Your smile coming across in your tone.

“That obvious?” Andy smirked as you let out a warm laugh.

“Yeah, but it’s ok. There’s nothing to be afraid off.” You scoot closer to the wall, the padded plastic bench you sat on crinkled under your weight.

“Why don’t you get relaxed. If you’re wearing a jacket you can hang it on the hook to the left.” You hear him shucking off his jacket in the tiny space. His movements cause the small bit of light pouring through the hole to flicker.

You motion for him to come forward when you slipped your hand through the hole, reaching out into the empty space until his hand found yours.

It caught you off guard, your hand jolting in his grip. “Shit. I’m sorry. Am I not allowed to do that?” He sounded genuinely concerned.

“It’s alright. I was just expecting a hard cock is all.” You laughed again, overcome with how sweet the man on the other side of the wall was. His larger hand encased yours until you maneuver his grip and lock hands with him.

“Oh…” He’s grateful you can’t see his face as it turns beat red. “That makes sense.”

“You’ve got soft skin.” You say, running your hands over his palm and up his wrist.

“Uh, thanks.” He responds with a dazed tone, enraptured with the way your hands feel tracing over his palm.

Andy bit his lip from the tender sensation. If your hands felt this nice on just his palm, he could only imagine how they would feel on his dick.

Blood began to pool in his cock, straining against his jeans with every trace you made from fingertip to wrist.

Boldly, you made a fist with your hand and grasped two of his fingers. Andy gasped at the lewd motion as you slowly jerked his fingers. You knew what was happening when the man went quiet.

“Are you hard?” Your lust filled voice cut through the spell Andy was under as he watched your tiny hand pull at his digits.

“Yes.” He declared, no longer ashamed of where he was.

“Good. Now, why don’t you take your cock out and let me feel all of you.”

You hear him shuffling his clothes around and a zipper sound before he speaks with unease, “Do you want me to just place it in your hands or…?”

“Yes, come here. I want to see how big you are.”

Andy stepped closer to the wall as your tiny hand wrapped around his impressive girth. You both gasp when your hand circles his rock hard length and slides down ever so slowly.

“Fuck.” Andy groaned, leaning his head back on his shoulders. Your tender touches make his blood boil.

“Does that feel good?” You ask, jerking your fist around his cock before grazing the crown with gentle caresses.

“You have no idea.”

His hips shake when you jerk his cock with a steady grip, traveling down his shaft and back up to swirl your palm around the head. Precum smears your hand prompting you to want more.

“Let me have a taste?” Your voice sounds innocent but it’s laced with a hint of yearning.

You carefully pull his cock through the cut-out in the wood paneling. His package takes up the entire hole, making him press his body against the wall when you bring his balls through to your side.

You stare at the straining appendage for a minute, overwhelmed with how thick he was. Your mouth watered and your thighs clenched together instinctively as a drop of precum leaked from the tip.

“Uh… everything ok?” Andy questions worriedly until he feels a hot swipe travel from the hairy base to the reddened tip.

His eyes slammed shut with a hearty growl when you dragged your tongue up the expanse of his girth before swirling around the head. You lick at the precum and relish it’s salty tang.

“You’ve got a magnificent cock, Sir.” You declared before stretching your mouth wide and swallowing him down.

Andy’s hips jolt forward not expecting you to take him completely in your mouth so suddenly. Your jaw stretched to accommodate his thickness as your hand fondles his sack with light caresses.

His deep, sinful moans are somewhat muffled but they hit your ears like a choir of angels.

Your bob your head on his length and jerk what you cannot fit, saliva slicking your grip as he thrusts a little in your hand. Your lips suckle at his frenulum, causing him to growl.

“God Damn. Your mouth feels amazing.”

You smile with glee around his throbbing cock, determined on getting him to fill your mouth.

Hard tugs jerk his thickness with prowess as your left hand pulls tenderly at his sack. You can’t help but vibrate his length with your joyful moans as you feel him swell over your tongue. Rarely did you get to service a cock like this.

Your core wept wantonly as you sucked on his cock. It pooled between your thighs and screamed at you to ease the tremendous ache caused by this stranger.

Andy out right whimpered when you poked at his urethra, gingerly nudging your tongue into the tiny hole.

He rested his head on the wood paneling, overcome with the intense sensations. He never had a woman use her tongue on him this way, it was devastatingly profound.

It’d been too long; he wasn’t going to last. He brought his fist up and banged on the wall with pleasant irritation.

You halted nervously, pulling off with a slurp, “Are you ok?”

“Shit- Yes. Sorry. It’s just been... it’s been a long time.” Andy sputtered. “Please, keep going.”

You heard the sadness in his voice and it tugged at your heart strings.

“A cock like this should never go a day without getting wet.” You crudely professed before taking his cock back into your mouth and sucking greedily at the bulging head, desperately needing to taste his seed

Andy felt his belly go taunt when you flicked your tongue around his cock head before swallowing him down. Your gag reflex kicked in as he met the back of your throat with a heavy punch.

He growled a low, “Fuck” as his body shook. His sack shrunk signaling his oncoming orgasm.

“Fill my mouth, Sir.” You command quickly before swallowing him down and gagging heavily around his length.

Andy’s muscles lock tight as his brain floods with endorphins. The rapture of finally hitting his peak via another person causes a full body shudder to pass through him and he cums with a strong howl.

He released his hearty load into your awaiting mouth and you eagerly swallowed it down. You slowly jerk his cock adding to the overstimulation of sucking at the tip making sure you got every last drop.

Sadly, you let his cock slip from your mouth and he pulls his dick through the hole.

You hear him panting from the powerful orgasm when he rests his body against the wall. He sluggishly stuffs his throbbing cock back in his jeans overwhelmed with the pleasure he so desperately needed.

“Um… I hope that was good for you.” Your usual meekness back in play.

Andy huffs out a laugh. “Oh, Darlin. If you only knew what you just did for me…” He trails off, not wanting to divulge too much.

You beam upon hearing how satisfied he was. Something about him made you feel different but you tried not to think about it. That wasn’t good for this line of work.

“Well, I’ll be here the same time next week… you know, if you want to stop by. Just ask for Room 6.” You hated the way you sounded, smacking your hand against your forehead. This wasn’t a restaurant.

He waited a minute before he speaking, twisting his ballcap in his hands.

“I wasn’t sure what to expect coming here… so thank you. Honestly.” His voice was full of sincerity and longing. You wished you could see his face; rules be damned.

He gathers his jacket, throws his hat on and shades his eyes before stepping out of the door with a smirk.

“I’ll see you next week.”

[adhd-academia]

CARESS method for self-harm

i don’t know how to phrase this well, but Lisa Ferentz’s CARESS/CARES model for handling urges to self-harm is the only thing that has legitimately helped me after eight years of struggling with self-harm, so i wanted to share it for anyone who feels misunderstood or misrepresented by the tips that are commonly shared online. 

C.A. - Communicate Alternatively 

sometimes the urge to self-harm comes from a desire to communicate a pain that is extremely difficult to communicate. art is also really good at expressing the inexpressible. you can draw, paint, write, sing, whatever works. i like to show what i’ve made to someone so that they can see in an abstract way what i’m dealing with and the pain doesn’t feel invisible anymore. 

R.E. - Release Endorphins 

the act of self-harm does actually release endorphins and that’s why we find ourselves doing it over and over as a way to escape intense and overwhelming emotions. there are other ways to get those brain chemicals though and to help you find relief from that build up of pressure that sometimes precedes self-harm. you can do sit-ups, jumping jacks, etc. but if that kind of motion isn’t available to you, you can also watch a video that makes you laugh, call a friend, eat your favorite food, whatever. 

S.S. - Self-Soothe 

this is pretty much standard, instagram infographic self-care. massage your neck, listen to music that relaxes you, take a bath, wrap yourself in a heavy blanket and rock back and forth. sometimes when i want to self-harm it comes from a desire to be unkind to myself, so it helps me get out of that spiral to do the opposite of what i want to do. i make myself a cup of tea and listen to my happy music instead of my sad “i wanna make myself feel worse” music. i start off doing it grudgingly but i usually come around eventually. 

sources:

https://www.synergypsychotherapy.com/thegobl/2021/4/4/caress-a-coping-strategy-12?format=amp

https://gustavus.edu/counseling/concertFiles/media/CARESS_Self-Harm_Worksheet.pdf

https://www.theferentzinstitute.com/2021/03/15/using-caress-work-self-destructive-behaviors/

[sapphic-yearning-lesbian]

Kitchen Light

So I heard Xana’s, Kitchen Light song and became obsessed, believing it could be perfect for Namaari and Raya.

This is SMUT. Have a glass of water nearby…I never intended to make it long or distributive, BUT I did. So enjoy :)

Be easy on me as this is the first time I write SMUT!

Word count: 2296

-A festival held at the outskirts of Heart after the reunification of Kumandra-

Namaari carefully wanders through several groups of crowds, trying to find her way back to Sisu, Noi, Boun, Tong, Tuk Tuk, the Ongies, and most importantly, Raya. 

She was holding two wine glasses in her hands, being careful not to let any of the rice wine spill. Once she spots Sisu, she knows she's a moment away from seeing Raya yet again. She begins to walk faster, looking through all the familiar faces but not spotting the one person she wanted to see. 

She stops a few feet away from the group, unsure what to do next, when she feels a light tap on her shoulder. She turns around, and there stands the person she was looking for. Her lips pressed together, and her right eyebrow lifted. Namaari's gut is overwhelmed with this flame that she cannot describe. "Hello, Princess Undercut! Are one of those for me" Raya says, almost purring with a massive grin on her face.

Namaari bites on her lower lip, extending one of the wine glasses "actually, yes," Raya quickly grabs the glass, and within seconds she's drowning the glass. Once she's finished the wine, she scrunches her nose, reacting to the bitterness of the drink. Namaari chuckles before bringing the glass to her lips. "I can't be wrong to be craving you," Namaari unintentionally whispers. Namaari begins to feel her heartbeat at 100 beats per minute as Raya's eyes widen.

"Wanna take me home?" Raya blurts out before smiling, looking around them, wondering if anyone heard her question. Namaari hums as a response before smiling and drowning the glass of wine herself. The bitterness causing her to slightly squint her eyes after she was finished.

"Of course," Namaari says, grabbing Raya's empty glass with the same hand holding her glass. She turns to let the group know they were leaving the festival early, but Raya quickly grabs her free hand, pulling her through the crowds.

"Don't mind them. They'll be fine," Raya says almost in a whisper as she guides Namaari. Namaari chuckles as she leaves the empty glasses at a random table.

"Raya! Are you ditching your own party" Namaari asks Raya, who answers by slightly turning to look at her with a mischievous smile on her lips.

~~~

Namaari had her serlot take herself and Raya to the Heart palace. Once they arrived, Namaari didn't move from the serlot, and too much of her surprise, neither did Raya. Who was currently sitting behind Namaari, holding her tightly by her waist. Namaari could feel Raya's breath travel down her neck, sending pleasurable shivers down to her spine. Raya lightly rested her head on Namaari's shoulder before placing her lips far too close to her ear. "I didn't mean my home," she whispered.

Namaari felt her body pulse with excitement, knowing what the princess of Heart really wanted. Without responding, Namaari has her serlot begin the journey to Fang.

-At Fang-

Once the princess got off the serlot, they quickly run hand in hand through the Fang square laughing and giggling. Once they passed the Fang palace entrance, Namaari quickly turned to Raya, pressing her lips onto hers. This resulted in Raya gasping as she promptly wrapped Namaari in a tight embrace. Both beginning to stumble with the sudden tension and lust looming in the air; Once regaining their postures, their gentle, loving kissing were replaced by lustful ones. 

The kisses were passionate, with both the princesses fighting for dominance with their tongues. The wet and warm exchange of their kisses quickly escalated.

Namaari quickly pressed Raya's body against the first wall she saw. Raya moaned as Namaaris hands tenderly separated her inner tighs before quickly placing her hands on her ass picking her up in seconds. Raya quite aggressively bites on the others princess's bottom lip as she was carried into the first room with a lockable door. Namaari groaned in pleasure-loving the sensation of pain throbbing from her bottom lip.

Raya was soon placed onto a counter as Namaari broke their kisses to lightly leaves kisses up to her ear, nibbling on her earlobe. "I should lock the door," Namaari whispers in Raya's ear, starting to pull away. Raya quickly pulls Namaari back to her by grappling her shirt.

Raya quickly scans the room, realizing she's in the Fang kitchen.

"Maybe don't," she says as she returns her eyes onto Namaaris chocolate brown eyes. The longer she looks into her eyes, the more lust and passion begin to pool in the other princess's eyes. Raya licks her lips, feeling the heat starting to pool in her core.

Namaari nods in agreement, and she begins kissing Raya's jawline tenderly. Soon after, her lips found their way to the guardian's neck, wanting to savory the next few minutes: She began by pressing soft kisses on her neck; before beginning to suck on other's neck. Soon the sucking becoming bites causing Rayas moans to amplify throughout the kitchen.

Raya was sitting on the counter with her legs tightly closed. She was rubbing her inner thighs together, trying to control the sensations continuing to stir in her core. She wanted more, NO she needed more.

Namaari noticed the squirming occurring in Raya's legs. So she pulled away from nibbling at the princess's neck, glancing at the purple beginning to appear. A smile forms on her lips, being proud of her markings. If she looked close enough, she could also see the indentations of her teeth. Namaari quickly pressed a gentle kiss on Raya's lips before pulling away. With one hand, she managed to rid herself of her own top.

Namaari watched as Raya's eyes widen while looking at her bare chest. Her coffee-colored eyes full of desire and want. She also noticed as Raya's legs began squirming at a faster rate. Seeing the younger princess undo herself got the princess of Fang off. Namaari wanted Raya to squirm: She wanted her to be far gone before her fingers even brushed upon her core. 

Namaari quickly pulled down her pants and underwear simultaneously. As Raya bites her bottom lip, running her own hands down her body. Resulting in a smirk from Namaari as she approached the other princess.

Raya reached her arms out, trying to grab Namaaris neck; to pull her back into a kiss.

But Namaari had other plans as she instead reached for Raya's throat. This resulted in a loud moan from the unexpected princess. 

Namaari was not pressing on Raya's trachea but rather her carotid arteries. By doing this, she wasn't restricting Raya's breathing. This method is ideal as it still allows endorphins to travel up to the recipient's head: The pleasure hormone in being choked.

As Raya's eyes rolled to the back of her head in pure pleasure. She could feel Namaaris's free hand slowly making its way to her left breast. Which she gripped before beginning to massage it. "Maari…" Raya said, gasping in her pleasure.

Hearing this nickname causes Namaari to let go of Raya's throat as both her hands find their way to Raya's thighs. Where she slowly runs her fingers across her upper thighs before resting her hands in her lower thighs, pushing them apart. Namaari then closes the space between Raya's thighs with her hips. The hands that once were on Raya's lower thighs found their way up to the rim of Raya's dress. Once she had the dress her grasps, she quickly tore it off her lover's body. Where she was greeted by plump breasts.

The next thing Raya knows, Namaaris's hands are massaging her exposed breasts before she lowers her face to one of her breasts. She kisses and nibbles on the skin surrounding her areola. Once Namaari's tongue meets her areola, she runs her tongue in circular motions. 

Soon the fang princess is nibbling and sucking on the other's nipple. However, this wasn't enough for the greedy princess as she moves her lips to the other breast, filling her mouth with it; before rolling it in her mouth.

All the while, Raya is biting her bottom lip aggressively, trying to quiet her moans. She can feel herself begin to shake the anticipation. "Please…" Raya let out, knowing she was coming undone and unsure how long she would last. All she knew was that she wanted to feel Namaari inside her.

Namaari chuckled with Rayas breast in her mouth before releasing it, pressing a gentle kiss upon it before slowly kissing her way up to Raya's lips. Her left hand was still massaging Raya's left breast while her right hand slowly removed the last piece of fabric covering Raya's core.

Namaari lips found themself on Raya's earlobe, gently biting it. She had succeeded in removing her underwear. 

Namaari's left hand stopped massaging Raya's breast and made its way to her hair. Her right hand was now gently hovering over Raya's core. Without even touching Raya, she could feel the wetness and the warmth of it. This gave Namaari a high as she began to run her fingers through the other's folds. 

She wanted to savor Raya's core; by enjoying and taking in every inch of it. BUT she knew Raya was close and had to get her through it. So with her left hand, she gently pulled on Raya's hair while the other entered two fingers into Raya's core.

Raya gasped out in pleasure; she was not expecting it. However, she began to roll her hips into Namaari's fingers. 

Namaari's first pumps were slow as to ease the other into the feeling. Yet soon enough, she began to pump faster. Her left hand finally letting go of the handful of hair, slowly caressing every crevice on Raya's stomach.

Raya stopped functioning, unable to bite her own lip, which was containing her moans. Her moans echoing throughout the kitchen, possibly the connecting hallway.

Listening to the sweet music escaping Raya's lips, Namaari began pumping faster: Sometimes, she pumped in and out. Other times she pumped in and up. Namaari was waiting to push Raya close to the edge. 

So she began separating her fingers within Raya, filling all the available space. Other times she curled her fingers. No matter what Namaari's fingers did, the wetness of Raya's core was intoxicating her, and all she wanted to do was taste her.

Raya knew she sounded like a broken record as she couldn't stop moaning. But how could she not when the Fang princess was fucking her senselessly. 

Raya's back arched as Namaari pumped and curled her fingers within her hitting her spot. Raya knew she was about to crash. In a matter of pumps. Her thighs starting to tremble. "Fuckk…" she groaned as she was reaching her peak, but Namaari stopped. Before Raya could say something, she was pulled by her ankles up. Her legs were now draped over Namaaris shoulders.

Raya looked into Namaaris eyes: She looked hungry as she was about to devour her prey. The look of pure lust in her eyes could have pushed her off the edge, but she took several deep breathes; Edging herself, knowing that her peak and fall would be that much sweeter.

Namaari positioned Raya to where her core was an inch away from her face. "Better hold on to the counter Dep La," she said before lightly licking the Raya's folds.

Raya did as she was told, gripping the edge of the counter. She didn't believe this was necessary as Namaari had a tight grip on her hips; however, she would follow her orders. Soon she felt Namaari's flat tongue gently licking her clit. Her vision began to blurry. But before things did, she looked up, spotting the noticing the kitchen light.

Namaari was consumed by the smell and taste that was Raya. She couldn't describe the smell or taste if she wanted to, but god was it her new favorite. She noticed as Raya's back arched again when she pointed her tongue, penetrating the other princess.

Raya had no more strength to breathe as Namaari's tongue entered her. She saw stars as her body's overconsumption of endorphins was causing a tingling feeling all over. Raya was at her peak when Namaari stopped pumping her tongue.

Namaari knew Raya was at her peak, so she inserted two fingers back into her as her flat tongue gently stimulated Raya's clit. Raya looked exhausted, but when she came crashing down, she vocalized with several moans. Namaari slowed her pace with both her fingers and her tongue wanting to guide Raya through her waves. Once Rayas back wasn't arched, Namaari began to lick up all of Raya's juices. Leaving her fingers for last. She looked down at Raya, whose torso was painted with purple bruises and bite marks. She was glistening in her sweat. Namaari chuckled as she gently pulled her fingers out of Raya, still holding her firmly with her other hand.

Raya watched as Namaari licked her own juices off her fingers. Raya could feel the blood rushing to her head. She hadn't noticed before as she was so consumed by her desire.

Namaaris, now cleaned hand, made its way to Raya's waist. Resulting in Raya letting go of the counter. Namaari noticed the scratch marks where Raya once was gripping. But no one would ever expect it had been them to do it.

With both hands on Raya's waist, Namaari sat her back upon the counter. "Did you purposely edge me on Maari?" Raya asked between breaths causing Namaari to chuckle as she leaned down to kiss Raya's lips.

"Are you complaining?" Namaari answered as she raised an eyebrow at Raya. Who in returned pressed her lips together. 

Both princesses overwhelmed with love and affection for each other. 

~~~

Well, wow....let me know what you all think. :D

Edging: getting seconds away from climaxing and stopping. (By doing this several times, the tension keeps building; making the orgasm that much more powerful ;)

[bloodpacks-archive]

jaw kisses with saeyoung or perish... i want tension 🤠🤠🤠 thanks love u

you asked for tension so i gave you tension. love u

playful | saeyoung choi

warnings: sheeeeeesh (horny) aka. uh. not smut but it sure does get close sometimes. also heavily implied smut. h e a v i l y.

word count: 1.4k

Sunlight drips through their curtains and onto the linen sheets of their bed. Saeyoung groans at the way it hits his eyes, turning away from the window and towards her. He burrows his face into the area between her shoulder and the pillow she lays on, wrapping an arm around her bare waist to pull her closer.

She hums at his touch. “Is it really morning already?” She asks, sleep still evident in the lilt of her voice. She brings one of her hands down to his that lays against her skin, placing her fingers in the empty spaces between his.

“No,” Saeyoung replies, the sound of his voice muffled by her flesh, “not if we fall back asleep.”

Laughter pulls her away from him, shifting her further towards the edge of the bed. He feels as she shakes her head, and then shifts, forcing his hand further down to her hips as she sits up, casting her legs over the side of their bed.

“C’mon, Saeyoung,” She says, “We should get going.” He feels her weight shift as she stretches, hears her joints pop as she moves. He turns his head so he can see her fully, and catches a sight of none other than perfection.

Her bare back lays in front of him, her arms stretched high over her head as she stretches. The sun casts a golden glow onto her, highlighting the highs and casting shadows over the divots in her torso.

His breath is no longer his own. It stutters as it escapes him, his hands no longer calm and steady. He can hardly comprehend the way she moves, the way the muscles in her back give to her demands so easily.

He supposes he can hardly blame them. He, too, follows her beck and call. He, too, follows her movements with ease and gives way to her without ever having a thought.

She pulls her hair up and away from her neck, forming it into a bun held only by her delicate fingers. Her neck tilts to let the wind of their ceiling fan catch it, creating soft chills that travel down her spine.

He almost envies the way the chills get to live under her skin—the way they get to move with her and be a part of her without even knowing. Yet, he does not envy them for not knowing their own presence.

At the thought of them, he drags his hand up from her hip, and with the light touch of his middle finger, follows the shadows in the valley of her spine, feeling the way those chills raise under the wake of his touch. Her back arches beneath him and her head falls to the side, a sigh escaping her nose.

“Saeyoung,” She warns, her voice more like a melody than an actual wish for caution. Still, she leans into his touch, melting into his fingers. He hums, still too entrenched by sleep for his words to be fully formed when he speaks.

“Yes?” He replies, voice low and gravelly with the memory of nightfall. She doesn’t respond to him, only intakes a contented breath as his fingers travel back up her spine and onto her shoulders. His touch traces patterns between her freckles that lay there, figure-eights and randomly formed, languid shapes becoming nothing more than muscle memory for him.

When another breath escapes her and she releases her hair from her fingers as his touch falls down from her shoulder onto her upper arm, he takes the invitation to sit up. He wraps one arm around her waist, the other lightly tangling his fingers in her hair, moving it off of her neck.

He presses his lips just behind her ear, and her head falls further onto her opposite shoulder. One of her hands falls to grasp his forearm that lays at her waist, allowing him to continue to trace shaky patterns into her stomach.

“You’re shaking,” She states, running her hand up his arm to feel as his fingers move unsteadily against hers. “Are you nervous?”

“No,” He lies, “Only excited to bring you back to bed.” She laughs and her head bows, moving away from his lips, but she’s quick to sit back up again.

At that, he leans further into her, kissing behind her ear again, and then below it. He moves around her until he’s kissing the back of her jaw. She leans into his lips as he moves, and he can hardly hold back the smile that begins to form on them.

“I think it’s working,” He hums. She groans at him, shaking her head.

“You’re awfully playful this morning,” She replies, but she doesn’t move away from him. Instead, her hand moves to allow him more freedom against her waist. He presses the pads of his fingers lightly into her hips, feeling as more chills rise against her skin.

“Playful’s a word for it.” His lips press to her jaw as she scoffs at him, her lips barely parting as the breath escapes her.

“Perhaps bold is a better choice of words, then,” She replies. Now he laughs, his head falling onto her shoulder and burying into the crook of her neck. The hand that’s holding her hair off of her neck travels down to her waist to mirror the other, now both hands pressing into her hips.

“We have work to do,” She offers as another warning, but it’s weak as her head leans on top of his, one of her hands coming up to tangle into his hair.

“Is there any work that can’t wait only a while longer?” He asks. He melts into the hand that plays with his hair, letting out uneven breaths beneath her fingertips.

“I have emails…” She begins, but allows herself to trail off. Saeyoung smiles into her flesh, pressing a kiss to the junction of her neck and shoulder.

“I have a feeling those can wait for an hour,” He replies. She laughs, quiet and breathy. He raises his head away from her shoulder as she turns back to him, finally allowing him to see her full face.

Her eyes are barely open, her lips red and the corners of her mouth upturned into the beginnings of a smile. Stray pieces of hair lay in front of her eyes, and he moves a hand away from her hips to brush it out of the way. She catches his hand as it lingers against her skin, feeling the way it shakes in hers.

“You’re a better liar when I can’t touch you,” She says. She releases his hand so it can trace her jaw, his thumb pressing against the center of her lips before unsteadily dragging away.

“You can’t blame me for that,” He whispers, his voice dropping an octave as his gaze meets hers. “You’ve always made me nervous, babe.”

His hands can’t touch her enough. Even as one lays on her jaw and the other on her hip, he can’t meet enough of his skin with hers. His hand travels up to her waist and then back down again, feeling the way her torso curves. He softly grips into the skin there, and she sighs again, her breath now fanning onto his lips. He inches closer to her without thinking, but their lips don’t quite meet.

If he could, he would crawl into her body through her breath. He would become her muscles, the raise of her skin against the cold. He’d guide her movement until he couldn’t anymore, until time grew to be too much for both of them.

So how could he ever deny his nerves around her? How could he ever deny the way she shoots adrenaline into his veins until he’s running on nothing but endorphins and her touch on his soul?

She leans in to kiss him, finally. She turns fully now, so she can hang her arms around his neck and move her fingers into his hair. His fingers grip at the flesh on her hips and trace along the skin at her lower back.

When they part, she leans her forehead against his, laughter biting at her voice.

“The emails can wait two hours,” She says, and then presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth. He hums, and then presses his lips down from her lips onto her jaw once more.

“Playful,” She states as he kisses her, “Most definitely playful.”

[beautyiswithinchaos]

Laughter is the Best Medicine

*** disclaimer: all new work is here @chaos-is-beautifvl ***

summary: after a case, you and spencer share a room and you open up to him... a little too much

pairing: spencer reid x gender neutral!reader

warnings: none, a little angsty, but much fluff

word count: approx. 1.5K

I sat on the bed, legs hanging off to the side. The bed dipped, causing me to look up and see Spencer sitting beside me. I look back down at the carpet and try to make shapes out of the stains.

“You know, I read this thing the other day-well three days ago. It said that people who overcompensate or are more willing to do things for others, even if it involves danger, are the people who suffer the most.” Spencer states, his voice soothing and calming as usual.

“Well, I didn’t know that. Guess it’s true what they say about learning something new every day.” I chuckle, trying to mask the pain in my voice, “Though, it’s not that hard to do when you have this job and have a genius on your team.”

I continue looking down at the stains and see one that almost looks like a face, just upside down.

“Also, you know the saying that goes ‘laughter is the best medicine’? Well, it’s actually true. When you’re stressed or worried or anything of that nature, your nervous system is basically on edge.”

He shifts beside me, and I look over at him, but not at his face. His body is angled towards me, and he uses his hands as he talks.

“In other words, laughter-much like other forms of happiness-releases endorphins which promotes a sense of well-being and relieves stress and-“

I looked up at him for the first time, a small smirk displayed on my face. He stops talking, hands in mid-air.

“I’m rambling, aren’t I?” He asks as he puts his hands down.

I nod, a smile replacing the smirk when he apologizes, looking down. “Honestly, Spence, I like hearing you talk about random things. It’s... relaxing.”

“Oh,” he says, looking down, getting flustered.

Some of his hair came hanging down in front of him as he leaned forward. That’s when I noticed that it was still wet, most likely from the shower he just took.

I took in his features, head tilted slightly. Derek was lying when he called him a pretty boy. No, he was gorgeous, immaculate even.

He turns his head back to me, our eyes locking. He reached his hand up and gently placed it on my cheek. I place my hand over his, closing my eyes as I lean into his touch.

A lone tear treks down my face. His thumb swipes it away before it goes any further. I take in a shaky breath.

“It’s okay, Y/N,” Spencer whispers softly to me, “You can let go. It’s just me.”

I shake my head, sniffling, willing myself to keep the tears at bay. “I can’t...” I mumble out.

“Yes you can,” he says as he grabs my face with both of his hands, making me look into his eyes.

My bottom lip trembles as I speak, “I can’t. I just can’t.”

“Why? Why can’t you?”

“I’m afraid that when I do, I’ll never stop,” I answered honestly as I peered into his hazel eyes.

“Then I’ll be here. I’ll stay right beside you until it stops, even if it never does.”

I closed my eyes, breathing in sharply, “Okay.”

“Just let go, okay. Don’t think about it. Don’t worry about what will happen later. Just, for right now, let go.”

I think about everything that was running through my head. The memories and feelings that I repressed were slowly rising from their graves. I choke on a sob as the tears in my eyes come streaming down my face.

Spencer just shushes me and holds me close to his chest. I wrap my arms around him as he strokes the top of my head, whispering to me.

“It’s okay. You're okay. Just let it all out.”

The dam broke, and suddenly I was more of a wreck than I was before. Sobs were wracking through my body as I held onto him tighter, gripping onto the back of his t-shirt. I felt so much pain. Everything hurt.

Eventually, the tears stopped, and my eyes were sore and heavy. The only sound was Spencer shushing me and my sniffles along with my hiccups.

His hand was rubbing circles on my back as I clutched into his shirt. When he noticed I wasn't crying, he loosened his hold on me and pulled me back.

His eyes scanned my face, which was a mess. I knew I must have had tear streaks and red spots.

“You okay?” He asked softly, a hand reaching up to stroke the side of my face. I shrugged, a few sniffles escaping.

“C’mon,” he said gently, tossing back the bed cover and sliding in. I slid in after him, laying down on my side to face him.

His hair fell forward in his face, and I reached a hand out without thinking and pushed it back. A shy smile crossed his face as he stared at me.

“Thank you, Spence.”

“You don’t have to thank me. I like helping the people I love feel better.”

Love. Even though I knew he didn’t mean it the way I wanted him to, I couldn’t help the little flutter in my chest.

It was silent for a little while. Not a bad silence, a comfortable one. I looked over to him, taking a deep breath. “Can I tell you something?”

He nodded, and I fiddled with my fingers, “There’s this person… and they’re probably the best person I’ve ever known.”

Spencer hummed, and I continued, probably going to regret my next words. “We’re best friends, but I feel something more for them. I don’t think they feel the same way and every time I think about it, it hurts.”

“It hurts because I know they’ll never have feelings for me. And I feel guilty because sometimes when we’re together, I like to pretend that their touches and the way they smile at me is real.”

Spencer didn’t say anything, and I spared a glance at him. He had an unreadable look on his face. “Whoever he, she, they, are stupid if they can’t see how much of an amazing person you are.”

I laughed sadly, “They’re one of the smartest people I know.”

Come on, stupid. I’m talking about you.

“What?” Spencer turned to me, a shocked look on his face. I raised an eyebrow at him, confused.

“You just said…” He paused, sitting up, making me do the same, “You said you were talking about me.”

I stared at him blankly, reality settling in. “I-“ I shook my head, getting out of the bed.

“Y/N…” Spencer called, and I ran to the bathroom, closing the door behind me.

Covering my face with my hands, I slid down against the door. Great, I just ruined everything.

I heard Spencer get up and cross the room. The knock on the door made me jump, and I wrapped my arms around myself.

“Y/N, it’s okay. Just come out, and we can talk.”

I shook my head, feeling tears well up in my eyes, “No, Spence… we can’t talk.”

“I’m not mad at you.” There was a sigh from the other side of the door. “I think…”

He didn’t say anything else, so I stood up and opened the door slightly, peeking my face through the crack.

“You think what?”

Spencer looked to me before running a hand through his hair. “I think I love you.”

“What? Spencer, that-“

He cut me off, “I know. It sounds crazy, but 5 years, 8 months, and 17 days ago, we met and we’ve been best friends since. I don’t know what this means and that…”

“It scares me. After what happened with Maeve, I’ve been scared to open my heart again, but when I think of you, I can’t help but feel like we could be something.”

I looked down, “Do you mean it? You’re not just saying this because-“

“I meant every word that just came out of my mouth. I’m not sure where this might lead us, but I’m willing to give us a shot if you are.

“I want to try. Even if we crash and burn, at least we can say we tried.”

“Can you come out of the bathroom?”

I laughed, opening the door, “I’m sorry.” I took small steps until I was in front of him.

“For what?” He asked, smiling down at me. “For crying.”

“You never have to worry about that.” He held my face in his hands, “I want you to know that if you ever need me, I’m here.”

“Same goes for you, genius.” I looked down at his mouth before meeting his eyes, “Can I.. can I kiss you?”

He laughed a little, “Of course,” before leaning down and connecting his lips with mine. We both smiled into the kiss, and when we pulled away, we both looked at each other with goofy grins.

“You were right, you know?”

Spencer hummed, looking down at me, and I wrapped my arms around him in a hug. “Laughter really is the best medicine.”

[fangirlcenteral]

Bomb Pop®

 Request:  Hey - love your writing! Can I request a Tom Hiddleston imagine, where the reader is eating a popsicle or lollipop, and he gets like turned on by it? Like watching the reader wrapping their lips around it or sucking it, y’know? Hope it makes sense hahah -anon

A/N: I love this so much. Umm if you couldn’t tell I am partial to dom!Tom sooo if that’s not your cup of tea there’s a lot of amazing smut for Tom. You can find some great Tom writing in the taglist below, I would know, i’ve read them. 

Warnings: Smut. Dom!Tom. Language.

I’m not gonna list all of it out again because I will mess it up or forget it. I’m just gonna list stuff that people might not like up front.

Taglist: @just-the-hiddles​ @trippedmetaldetector​ @introvertedrambling​ (daydreams of loki so gone. 😭. I don’t know if they still have a blog or now.)

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You woke up to Tom lightly shaking you.

“Wake up Darling. Time for the run,” Tom whispered sweetly as he pushed your shoulder. You groaned and buried your head further into the pillow. He giggled at your disgruntled state. You totally forgot that you agreed to go on a morning run with Tom. Why you decided to do that was beyond you. When you turned your head to look at Tom he was already ready for the run. All he had to do was slip into gym shorts. Looking around the room you noticed there was zero light in the room, meaning the sun hadn’t even come up yet. He put his hand on your cheek and smiled down at you lovingly.

“You don’t have to come if you don’t want to. I just didn’t want to leave without waking you since you said you wanted to come,” He said rubbing his thumb in soothing circles. You shook your head and started to stand up from the bed. He went to wait for you in the living room while you changed into an old baggy t-shirt and some shorts. When you went to the living room to slip your shoes on you saw Tom standing by the door waiting for you.

The run wasn’t too bad when you were actually doing it, but when you got home the aching set in. While Tom calmly walked to the kitchen you collapsed onto the couch and groaned into the cushion.

“Are you alright love,” Tom asked, laughing as he lifted your head to sit down before putting your head into his lap. He drank a bottle of water before handing one to you. You rolled over and looked up at him before snatching the water from him.

“How do you run for that long,” you said after chugging most of the water.

“Do you wanna shower while I make you breakfast,” He asked while combing his fingers through your hair soothingly. You nodded and got up to go shower.

When you got out of the shower and walked into the kitchen to a rather arousing sight. After a relaxing shower the endorphins had finally settled in your head. Tom was leaning against the counter with his sweats hanging dangerously low on his hips, the deep V of his Adonis belt on full display to your hungry eyes. You must have stood staring for long enough to catch the ginger’s attention.

“See something you like Love,” Tom said with an evil smirk on his face. You blushed wildly and sat up on the counter next to him. He finished the cereal in his hand and set it in the sink. When he walked up to you he pulled your legs apart and stood between them. You could practically feel your wetness dripping down your slit. You looked up at him, your eyes were wide and blown out. As soon as Tom saw that look he knew exactly what you were feeling.

“I’m gonna go shower lovely. I’ll be back,” He said, placing a hand on your cheek. After the words left his mouth he leaned down and pecked your lips before walking off to the bedroom.

While Tom showered you ate some cereal. When you heard the shower turn off you got a devious idea. You stalked over to the freezer, and grabbed a Bomb pop®. As you were discarding the wrapper you heard the bedroom door open and close again. You quickly jumped back up on the counter and started licking at the top of the Popsicle. When Tom saw you he stopped in his tracks and looked at you. He hummed and walked over to the fridge, getting out a bottle of water. You closed your eyes and licked around the cold ice treat. You could feel his stare burn into you. You took the whole Popsicle into your mouth and hollowed your cheeks. You opened your eyes and looked up at Tom innocently. He walked to you and pulled your legs apart and stood between your legs. He put a hand on your chin and raised his eyebrows in a warning before pulling the Popsicle from your mouth.

“Don’t start games, you’re not gonna finish princess,” he said in a low authoritative tone. You simply plucked the Bomb Pop® from his hand and went to sit on the couch. You heard him take a sharp intake of breath as you walked past. You felt him watching you as you licked at sucked at the ice seductively until there was no more. When you went to throw away the stick he kept his eyes glued on you. After you threw it away, and turned around he was standing right behind you. You smiled up at him, and he scowled down at you. By the way his hands were clenched were at his side that he was trying not to drag you down the hall by your hair and stay gentle with you. You knew that’s exactly what you wanted. So you put your hand gently on his bulge, and leaned up and kissed at his jaw. He held your wrist with an iron grip as he breathed in slowly. You pulled your hand from him and walked away to the bedroom. When you got there you noticed that Tom wasn’t following you. You quickly shed your clothes and laid on the bed waiting for him. You only waited for a minute before you let your hands roam down your body. You closed your eyes and let your hands gently run down your sides. Your fingertips barely touched the skin. You closed your eyes and imagined Tom’s lips skimming down your body. As you reached your thighs you pressed your whole hand against it and slid it slowly inside your thigh. You skimmed your fingertips across your folds and gasped at the electricity shooting through your body. As you skimmed your fingertip from your entrance to your clit you let out a breathy moan. You heard the door open as you touched yourself. You held back a smirk and opened your legs more to his greedy eyes. You knew the further you pushed him the more he would punish you. As he heard your soft moan he felt his pants tighten. Your sweet little moans made him want to absolutely wreck your body. He was gonna see how long you would take this. You slowly pushed a single finger into yourself and pushed your head back, knowing how wound up it got him. You curled your finger and let out a high pitched moan as you pressed against your g spot. You slipped a second finger into yourself and continuously rubbed your g spot. Within a few thrusts you resolved into whiny moans with your head turned pressed against the pillow. He almost wanted to take a picture. You looked like an angel. White sheets made your naked body appear to have a heavenly glow around it. He couldn’t resist touching you when he heard you moan out for him desperately. He walked to the side of the bed that your head was turned to, and pet your head soothingly. Your eyes fluttered open and you first saw his strained crotch before looking up at him. You pulled your fingers out of yourself. He grabbed your wrist and pulled them up to his mouth, licking them off. He moaned around your fingers as he pulled them out of his mouth. He held onto your face and lightly played with your bottom lip.

“Lay your head over the side baby,” he said sternly. You obeyed immediately, and looked up at him with wide innocent eyes. He pulled his sweat pants and boxers off before stepping out of them. You opened your mouth at the sight of his cock. He put his tip on your lip, and looked down at you.

“My eager little slut. You’re usually so good for me, what happened,” He said while stroking his cock into your mouth. You opened your mouth wider, and held your tongue out for him. He quickly thrust into your throat fully. He groaned as he bottomed out. He stayed that way for a second just admiring the bulge in your throat. He wrapped his hand around your throat, and applied light pressure. He felt your throat contract slightly around him. He slowly pulled out and began thrusting into your throat slowly. He groaned deeply with each thrust, and gently put his hand on your cheek and rubbed his thumb against your jaw in soothing circles. He could feel his release building against him with each thrust. Looking down at you pushed him over the edge. Your mouth filled to the brim with his cock and body shaking under him with each thrust, your breasts bouncing from his power. He thrust into your throat fully as he released down your throat. He doubled over slightly from the force of his orgasm as he rubbed your face. After his orgasm subsided he carefully pulled out of your throat.

“Stand up and bed over the bed,” he said as he stood to his full height again. You quickly followed his orders and turned your head back to look at him. He put a hand on your lower back and pushed you into the bed.

“Such an eager little whore. Teasing my like that then touching yourself. Your such a fucking brat,” he said as he rubbed his knuckles through your folds teasingly slow.

“Please,” you moaned out softly as you pressed your head into the soft mattress. He swiftly brought a hand up and smacked down on your ass. You let out a soft scream and leaned more onto the bed. He rubbed his cock through your folds.

“Is this what you wanted? Is this why you misbehaved so badly? You’re such a little slut for my cock that you had to misbehave. If you wanted me so badly you could have just asked baby girl,” He said teasing your clit with the head of his cock. You could only let out a soft whiny moan as he teased you. He let out a quiet breathy moan, spreading your wetness through your folds. You pushed back on him slightly. He dug his free hand into your hips and pushed you onto the bed. He roughly thrust into you fully. He groaned lowly and tightened his grip on your hips. He moved his other hand to your upper back and pushed lightly as he slowly pulled out and thrust into you roughly. He moaned out loudly as he set a rough and fast pace. He pulled you back into him, and with every thrust assaulted your g spot causing you to scream out in pleasure. He let out a deep moan and pulled your hips back onto his cock. You moaned out in ecstasy as he moved his hand from your upper back to rub feverish circles on your clit.

“Are you close baby girl,” he groaned out. You nodded meekly, and gripped onto the sheets as hard as you could. “Cum on baby. Cum for me,” he said pushing harder onto your clit. You let out a strangled moan as you leaned back into him.

As you came you let out a squeak and shook in his grasp. His deep groans almost sounded distant while you buried your head into the sheets and leaned back into him with a slight sob as you came down from your high. You were so lost in your pleasure you didn’t notice him pulling out of you, and combing your hair back soothingly while you kept whining into the sheets. Your legs shaking under you, coughing slightly at the raw feeling of your throat. You couldn’t tell if it was because of how he used your mouth or from you screaming out in pleasure. You could feel yourself clenching around nothing as you sucked in deep breaths. He lifted you up slightly and set your head gently on the pillows. As you felt his lips press against your cheek softly you let your eyes flit open. He smiled down at you as he moved to lay on the bed next to you. When he was properly laid down next to you, you both turned on your sides looking into each other’s eyes. He brushed your hair behind your ear and smiled at you.

“Are you alright my love,” He slid his hand from the side of your face, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb on your neck. You nodded at him, and let him lean in and press a small kiss to your neck. You leaned into him and nuzzled yourself into his neck. You wrapped your arms around him and moved your body to be pressed against his. He wrapped his arms around you. One on your back, one softly combing through your hair as he kissed the top of your head. Before you could drift off into a peaceful sleep you thought of something. You smirked into his neck.

“So you like Bomb Pops®,” You said teasingly.

“Mmmm, very much so,” He said with a small chuckle. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

A/N: It’s finally here! Sorry this took so long, I've been pretty busy, but I got it done. I know it’s not too long, and not well written, but I tried. I might get another out tomorrow, so i’m pumped. I’m also gonna make a master list soon I swear. Anyways, requests are open and so is my tag list. I hope everyone is having a good day/night. ❤❤.