#baby sapphic tickles

[thefootadmirerman]

Now, I've seen a bunch of people doing #TummyTuesdays, but my name is footadmirerman. My thing is #ToesTuesdays! 😉

So let's show love to some really cute toes!

@nyxtickled

@vex-switch

@tklmeadi

@sophiasayslaugh / @sophiasaysbark

@daisylovestickles

@baby-sapphic-tickles

@sweetly-sapphic-stoned-tickles

@shyticklee02

@vasilikixo

[eds6ngel]

Okay but Ronance x Reader where they show you how to get fucked with the strap? Being spread out on the bed, back leaning against Robin’s chest and thighs spread open over Robin’s while Nancy steps into the harness? Robin rubbing lazy circles over your clit as you both watch Nancy? Finally, Nancy leaning over you to fuck you, whilst the woman behind you makes sure to whispers dirty things into your ear and plays with your clit simultaneously?? 💋💋

-🪷

double the pleasure ᯓᡣ𐭩°⟡ᝰ.ᐟ

nancy wheeler x afab!reader x robin buckley

summary: when your girlfriend nancy brings out her strap for the first time, you feel a little intimidated. but, from the first feeling, you never wish to part from it again.

warnings: SMUT!! afab!reader. sapphic!reader. poly!reader. threesome. strap-on use. boob play. hickies. soft turned rough. mommy kink. established relationship. poly relationship. sapphic!nancy. ronance. use of pet names (honey, baby, babe.) orgasms for everyone !! some fluff at the end. talks of consent. [1.1k].

a/n: thank you for requesting, babe! absolutely loved the idea of this, so just had to tackle it first in my requests. any poly people, feel free to correct me on inaccuracies !! i don’t identify as poly !!

“I-I’ve never used one before.”

Nancy chuckles at you, a sly grin forming on her face as she shows you the glittery, pink dildo in her hand.

It’s pretty, you have to admit. From your limited knowledge of dicks, you guessed it had to be at least six inches in length, a four inch girth at the least. As you admired the toy, you noticed the small vein on the underside, knowing that would feel good up against your smooth, velvet walls.

“It’s okay, baby. I’m not gonna rush you or anything. Robbie can confirm it feels real good though. Can’t you, Robbie?”

You are laying on top of Robin’s chest, her left arm wrapped around your front as her right hand gently rubs up and down your thigh. Every single word she utters tickling against your neck, each sentence of hers being soothed by the harsh sucking of her teeth against your soft skin. “Oh yeah. It feels so good, baby. Especially when she speeds up. She just knows how to hit all the right spots.”

“And honey,” Nancy directs towards you, your lidded eyes lifting to make eye contact with your girlfriend, “If anything hurts at any time, do not be afraid to let me know, ‘kay? Want this to feel so incredibly good for you.”

“Okay…” you breathlessly let out, Robin’s hand getting dangerously close to your mound.

“Robbie, keep her open for me, ‘kay?” Nancy directs the other girl, “Rub her pretty little clit for me. Make sure she’s nice and wet. Don’t want to break her after all.”

Robin’s movements on your bud are just right. Her actions are lazy, yet firm, putting down just enough pressure for the pleasure to softly sit in the pit of your stomach. Just like you, she is too mesmerised by the sight of Nancy’s long legs stepping into the harness, so delicately and simply tightening the harness around her legs and front.

“Check her for me, Robbie. How wet is she?”

Robin knew exactly what Nancy wished of her, her hand dipping lower as she pushes two fingers into your heat, a choked moan releasing from your mouth. She pushes her fingers to the hilt, curling them slightly before pulling them back out.

As Nancy finishes tightening up the harness, she leans forward to inspect Robin’s fingers. Eyes flicking between the both of you laying down in front of her, she takes them into her mouth, sucking them clean and moaning at the flavour.

“Mmm, I think she’s ready. Such a needy girl, getting wet just at the sight of me and Robin’s poor, little actions.”

Nancy takes her palm and wipes it up your mound, using your slick as lube as she rubs the juices all over her dick.

“Perfect, perfect. Just the right amount. You’re so good for me, baby. So good for us,” she praises, “You ready to take mommy’s dick? I’ll start off slow, I promise.”

You nod ferociously, the movement of Robin’s hand back on your clit so agonisingly slow that you needed that extra dose of pleasure.

And just as you pleaded, Nancy slowly sinks the strap into your pussy, your walls hugging it tightly as she pushes to the hilt.

“Mmm, so fucking good for me, honey. Look at that, Robbie. Look how good our girl took it.”

Nancy slowly pulls out, before pushing all the way back in, creating a steady pace for you to enjoy.

Robin’s breath is still fanning on your neck, her voice low and sultry as she begins to whisper the dirtiest phrases into your ear.

“Taking her dick so well, baby. So perfect for your mommy. Poor pussy cannot let go of her.”

You can’t utter a word back, all that’s escaping your mouth being a guttural “Uh” every time Nancy hit the back of your pussy.

“Think she’s too cockdrunk for us, baby,” Nancy speeds up her pace, her hands coming to massage your perky breasts, “Poor thing can’t even get out a sentence, can you, honey?”

You swallow thickly as Nancy takes your nipple into her mouth, Robin’s fingertips pressing a little deeper on your clit, “F-Feels so good.”

“I know it does, pretty girl,” Nancy replies, bucking her hips in a particular harsh thrust, Robin letting out a gasp herself.

Her thrusts become more rapid, Robin letting out soft moans as she whispers out, “Balls are hitting my clit, babe. Shit!”

“Oh, are they?” she chuckles smugly, “Both my girls getting pleasured at once? What a sight to see.”

The room is filled with grunts, gasps, and moans, the bed creaking loudly with the sheer strength and weight of the three of you, the smell of sweat and sex lingering in the atmosphere.

“N-Nance, baby. Getting close,” you mumble out, Robin’s moaning directly into your ear, her hand struggling to keep a solid pace on your clit, her high slowly building up also.

In a harsh movement, Nancy grabs Robin’s hand from your clit, the other from your waist and pins them either side of her head, hovering over the both of you, hips bucking more frantically, trying to get you both to cum at the same time.

“Pleasure yourself, baby. Get yourself there. Get yourself to cum on mommy’s dick.”

You obey her orders immediately, right hand sneaking down to your clit, rubbing fast circles as your other gripped Nancy’s waist tightly, leaving marks in your movement.

Robin is the first to let go, a sharp whine being let out in your ear as her body shakes beneath you, Nancy grunting, turning into a whine as she bucks wildly into you, pushing you towards the edge.

“Come on, baby. I got you. Cum for mommy. Cum for me.”

And with that demand, you let go, Nancy pounding you through your high, juices coating the pink dildo as she also lets out a squeal, turned loud moan.

Coming down from your highs, Nancy puts her full body weight on top of you, Robin letting herself be crushed by the two of you, settling into a post-orgasm bliss.

“So… how did you find the strap?” Nancy asks you between pants.

You let out a soft giggle in response, “Put that in the regular use box. Gonna need that a lot more often.”

The three of you giggle together as you finally say in a sultry voice, “Although, maybe next time I could try it on.”

And both Nancy and Robin were definitely down for that.

taglist: @agxxb

[rain-in-numbers]

Lately, I've felt the need to have a girl by my side whom I can just baby. To feel the comfort of her weight on me, to run my fingers through her hair while she sleeps, to feel her steady breathing tickle against my skin, to feel the warmth of her body covering me like a blanket... Holding myself back from squeezing her tightly because I can't get enough of that closeness, but I don’t want to wake her up. No, I wouldn’t want to interrupt her beautiful, peaceful dream.

This is about wlw/sapphics/lesbians

[pastel-peach-writes]

Hey how are you? your headcanons for caitvi with a short girlfriend was pretty cute could you maybe make one for them having a tall girlfriend as well? 🥰

Hi hi Anon! I'm great, thank you for asking! I'm more than happy to do this for you. Enjoy!

Skyscraper | CaitVi Headcanons

╰┈➤ PLOT: Headcanons of CaitVi with a taller partner!

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Cursing, Not Proofread

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

– Now, Caitlyn and Vi are tall girls. Vi stands at a good 5'9 and Cait 6', so, they're used to being the tall girls in whatever mix they're in.

– However, once they met you, their hearts skipped a few beats.

– Vi was used to looking up with Cait so it wasn't too offputting or out of the usual with you, but Cait?!

– Caitlyn will do anything you tell or ask her to simply because you're tall.

– No one: Caitlyn when an attractive tall sapphic looks her way: Marry me please 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

– In the crush stage, Caitlyn would shower you with gifts like clothes made for taller folks, your favorite pairs of shoes in your exact size, and she'll purposely take you to places that cater towards tall people.

– Being a 6' woman herself, she knows how challenging it can be to navigate the world, so when you guys get together, she heightens the door frames and buys mattresses that support your height.

– Vi in the crush stage is more like a brat.

– She could shower you with gifts and compliment you sure, but she takes pleasure in seeing you crumble even though you tower over her.

– If you're more comfortable with touch, Vi will purposely brush her ass against you when she's trying to get past you.

– She'll hold her arms out to the side while she shimmies past the front of you, looks up at you with a slight smirk, and when she knows she's at that certain spot, she'll push back a little to see you stumble.

– Stumble you do, almost every time, and it makes her laugh.

– When the three of you get together, you and Caitlyn often exchange cute habits of Vi or cute things she's done that day.

– Naturally, towering over Vi lessened her scary-dog-ness and amplified her cuteness.

– "awh, are you pouting?" "oh, look at you with your puppy dog eyes." "what the hell? I'm not pouting. Stop that!"

– It's harmless teasing, as most teases are, so Vi enjoys it more than she's willing to admit.

– Anyways, back to the topic at hand, you and Cait sit on the couch after a long day or maybe early morning on the weekend and you converse about Vi.

– As stated above, you mention the cuter things she's done and the cute habits of hers. (your favorite is when she purses her lips to the side and chews on her bottom lip. Caitlyn's favorite is when her eyes get wide and sparkly when she sees something she enjoys).

– When it comes to cuddles in bed, you and Cait LOVE to have Vi in the middle so you can squeeze and squish her.

– She'll groan and whine about it, but she actually loves being smothered by you two.

– Vi's usually the one to fall asleep last, but when you put her in the middle of a tall person sandwich, she's out like a light.

– Also, random ass headcanon, but if you're taller than Caitlyn as well, you often find yourself cleaning the tallest areas of the house.

– For example, if you have overhead cabinets that don't reach the ceiling, you're in charge of dusting them. Oh! And in charge of cleaning the top of the fridge.

– Caitlyn and Vi do not care if you're taller than the beanstalk Jack climbed, you will be sitting on their laps and yes, you will be getting the baby treatment.

– On their own, baby treatment towards you looks different.

– Caitlyn's definition is easing your load. So if that's cooking all your meals for the day, crafting your favorite beverage, or even but not limited to opening doors for you and calling you old-fashioned nicknames.

– As for Vi, babying you looks like pinching your cheeks, smothering you with kisses, tickling your sides, and treating you as if you're a hopeless toddler. If you try to nap on her watch, she will make sure she tucks you in tight and kisses your forehead goodnight.

– Now, the both of them babying you looks like an overwhelming amount of compliments, both of them agreeing you should be relaxing in the bath while they do the dishes, and even picking out your favorites so you have a day of joy. Especially when they know they're not going to be home all day.

– Caitlyn and Vi are hopelessly in love with you and your height, tall or short, will never change that fact <3

WC: 724

[the-iceni-bitch]

She’s Many Places

Relationship: amazon!lawyer Natasha Romanov x petite!curvy fem reader (Big Red and Peach, NLLYL AU)

Word Count: ~1.4k

Summary: You love when Nat comes home.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (titty worship, petting, teasing, f/f sex, mentions of f receiving oral sex), good natured teasing about sugar mommy/baby relationship even though that’s not what they have, so much fluff, age gap relationship, an offended kitten, SMUT! 18+ ONLY!

A/N: Some sapphic fluff for pride (yes I know it’s not still Pride, but that’s a technicality) and oh my god I love these two. They’re so sweet together and playful and they give me the heart eyes 😍

I am no longer doing taglists so if you want to stay up to date on my fics, follow my sideblog @the-iceni-library and turn on notifications!

Natasha hummed to herself as she shook the rain off her umbrella, grabbing the mail out of the box and taking one last look at the gray sky before walking into the brownstone.

“Baby?” She took off her coat and kicked off her pumps, unpinning her hair as she moved down the hall while Gus wound between her legs. “Peach, are you here?”

“I’m in the living room!” You beamed at her over the top of your book. “Is it still raining?”

“Yeah, it’s gloomy.” She scooped up the kitten and sank next to you on the couch, kissing your cheek before resting her head on your lap. “And work was long. How do you feel about ordering in?”

“I feel fantastic about it.” You ran your fingers through her hair while she pulled out her phone to order something. “I want pasta.”

“Pasta?” She kissed your fingers after you poked her nose affectionately. “We can do pasta. With garlic bread. Split a tiramisu?”

“Mmhm.”

These soft domestic moments were everything with Nat. It was like every moment the two of you spent together just being close made you fall in love with each other even more. Saturdays at the farmers market always left you smiling when she would buy you flowers and you would share fresh blueberry scones. Sunday mornings in bed together where you made her pancakes and the two of you ate in bed and did the crossword while the kitten napped in a sunbeam would set her heart fluttering. And every time it got rainy and gloomy outside when the two of you would just cuddle were perfect.

“Hey peach?” Nat beamed up at you when you peeked down at her, turning and wrapping her arms around you so she could nuzzle into your stomach. “I love you, baby girl.”

“I love you too, Nat.” You giggled when she kissed your tummy, trying not to squirm when she pinched your side and tickled you a little. “Hey!”

“Hey yourself, wait a minute.” She scoffed when she pulled the blanket aside and saw what you were wearing, sitting up and pulling you into her lap while you squealed. “This is my sweatshirt!”

“It’s so comfy!” You laughed when she growled playfully and bit your neck, wiggling in her arms and gasping when she gave you a hickey. “Natasha!”

“What? It’s not like you have to go to the office.” She kissed the mark before pulling the collar of her sweatshirt aside to make another on your collarbone. “Bucky and his beefcake say hi, by the way.”

“My boys! I do miss them.” You tried to stay focused when she started kneading your ass but it wasn’t working. “I am enjoying my life as a sugar baby though.”

“Of course you are.” Nat purred when she edged her fingers under the edge of her sweatshirt and found you were only wearing panties. “Don’t even have to wear your own clothes, get to cuddle the kitten all day, and your pretty little pussy gets all the attention it deserves.”

“Wait, let me mark my page!” You screamed and laughed when she flung you down on the couch and climbed on top of you, your face heating up while the kitten ran off after screaming at the two of you for disturbing him. “Sorry Gus!”

“Gus will be fine.” Natasha grinned as she straddled your hips, her pencil skirt rising up her thighs until you could see the tops of her stockings while she tapped her finger against her plump bottom lip. God, she was hot, you still couldn’t believe she was in love with you sometimes. “Now, the food isn’t going to be here for twenty minutes, should I suck on your tits the whole time or just until your little pussy is all hot and wet then eat you out until you scream for me?”

“Well, I’m already wet.” You bit your lip and arched your back so the sweatshirt started to ride up your tummy, gasping when she reached between the two of you to rub your pussy through your panties. “Feel?”

“Yeah, I feel.” She started petting you while she leaned down to kiss your neck, tutting when you started to take off her sweatshirt. “That stays on. You wear my clothes, you get fucked in my clothes, new rule.”

“Okay.” You whined when she continued rubbing your cunt as she kissed her way down your chest. “You realize that’s not going to discourage me though?”

“It’s not supposed to, hush.” Nat winked at you before pushing her head under the sweatshirt and kissing the undersides of your breasts. “So soft.”

Natasha had never thought of herself as a tits man, but something about yours drove her fucking crazy. Maybe it was the way your pretty nipples would pebble as soon as her breath fanned over them, or when you shivered while she ran her nose along their soft curves. But she was pretty sure it was just because they were yours, and that you were so damn responsive when she paid any attention to them at all. So she started covering your chest with kisses, humming against your skin when you squirmed and whined for her.

Your eyes fluttered closed when she pulled as much of your breast into her mouth as she could and sucked softly, moaning as her tongue swirled around your nipple. She kneaded your other breast with her hand, smiling around your soft flesh when you arched your back to get even closer to her. When she felt you start to vibrate she bared her teeth, biting your nipple gently until you squealed.

“Natasha…” You laughed when she just grunted before kissing her way to your other breast. “One track mind.”

“Yep.” You could practically hear her smirking, but then she sucked on your nipple and pressed her fingers against your swollen clit through your panties and all you could do was whimper.

The rain kept pattering against the window as she worked you over like only she could, adding to the pleasant haze you were in while you gasped and sighed underneath her. She was so warm, so gentle with you. Her fingers kept stroking your pussy while she nibbled on your breast, rubbing your sensitive button until she heard your breath catch. All it took was a little pinch and you came with a squeak, your panties getting even more sticky as you gushed your release.

“Such a messy baby.” Nat ran her nose down your soft stomach slowly, her head slipping out from under her sweatshirt so she could grin at you. “You’re lucky I like it when all my furniture smells like you.”

“Oh my god, perv.” You giggled when she nipped at your hip before rubbing her nose over the gusset of your panties. “You’re such a dirty old lady.”

“Watch your mouth or I’ll spank you instead of licking your pussy.” She buried her face in your cunt and moaned even as she pinched your thigh in warning.

“Oh nooooooooo…” You yelped when she pulled back and swatted your pussy over your panties. “How terrible for me.”

“Oh… shut up.” Nat rolled her eyes before going back to work, taking the crotch of your panties between her teeth and growling mischievously when she started to drag them down your legs.

“Nat!” She didn’t stop when the doorbell rang, just grumbling as she kept dragging your underwear off like she was a riled up frat boy. “That’s the food!”

“But I’ve already got a warm, delicious meal right here.” Nat huffed when you poured at her, sitting up with your panties still in her mouth and giving you a show of sucking your juices out of them before she tossed them aside. “But I know you want your pasta.”

“Thank you.” You tugged the sweatshirt down to cover your hips and covered yourself with the blanket, clapping excitedly when you smelled the bolognese. “You’re the best sugar mommy ever.”

“You’re such a tease.” She pulled you into her lap after handing you your container, kissing your temple when you bit into your garlic bread. “I do love spoiling you, though, sweet little peach. So eat your pasta, and I’ll let you eat all the tiramisu while I have you for dessert.”

[sassymajesty]

wow, lota of books! How do you choose what to read next? Any recent books that you'd recomend?

I HAVE A PROBLEM 😫😫😫😫😫 i'm a mood reader, i guess. so i'll often start a book and go "ooooo what an interesting book too bad the stars haven't aligned for me to dive into this right now"

i use goodreads both to keep track of what i read but also books that catch my attention, and i usually have a handful of books noted down that i want to get to next (then again, it depends on the stars). when i finish a book, i check my "currently reading" collection on my kindle and if nothing there tickles my fancy, i'll spend a few hours browsing my "want to read" bookshelf on goodreads

and i do have recommendations!!

babel, by r.f. kuang: it shot up to my favorite books list while i was halfway through it. it's a love-hate letter to academia, it talks about the dangers of colonialism, what's lost in translation, made me fall in love with linguistics. it's a book i want to reread over and over because i know i'll find something else in it each time i do

satisfaction guaranteed, by karelia stetz-waters: a sapphic romcom that i cherish so much. it's opposites attract, sapphics working in a sex shop. it's a nice light read

11/22/63, by stephen king: i started reading this because oh it's an alternative history time travel book how fun, but then ended up sobbing with the most wonderful love story i've read in a while

i'm glad my mom died, by jennette mccurdy: it's heartbreaking and incredible and it's one of those books that stick with you for a long time

project hail mary, by andy weir: my review on goodreads was "spent half of it crying because i got too attached to a little baby alien with five arms who speaks in songs. wouldn't have it any other way."

[thefootadmirerman]

Time for a 2n1! Today's shout-out is for this lovely tickle couple:

The adorable, tiny @sweet-sapphic-tickles and her equally adorable, tall other half @baby-sapphic-tickles.

Who doesn't love a fabulous pair of loving, tickle obsessed beauties? We all do!

There's waaaaaay too much cuteness here, though. Both should be severely punished for the overload of cuteness. That's illegal.

BANISHMENT TO THE ISLAND OF PERPETUAL TICKLING! (👀)

[eds6ngel]

may i request some sweet robin x reader smut? like robin just got off work at the video store and she’s rlly shy n needy for her gf?? 🥵

desperate little thing ᝰ.ᥫ᭡。

robin buckley x fem!reader

summary: robin comes home from work to what you think is tiredness, but her movements against your body paint an entirely new picture…

warnings: SMUT!! fem!reader. kissing. fingering. oral (robin receives.) praise and dirty talk. r loves boobs and vaginas (as do i.) mentions of consent. use of pet names (baby girl, baby, honey, hun, sweetheart.) swearing. mentions of homophobia. implied lesbian!reader, but vague enough for any sapphics to enjoy !! established relationship. mentions of food. some fluff and comfort at the beginning and end. [1.7k.]

a/n: thank you for the request, sweetheart!! made this into my lil domestic smutty sapphic dream. hope you enjoy !! ♡

Dinner on the stove. Robin on her way home. Everything perfect for a relaxing night in as a couple.

You and Robin had recently bought an apartment together, residing just thirty minutes away from Hawkins. It was convenient enough to get out of the homophobic town and closer to the accepting lesbian spaces of the city, but still close enough to Family Video, as well as Steve, Nancy, Jonathan and the rest of your friends and family.

With your hand stirring the pasta, the sound of a key turning alerts you from your concentration, knowing that only one other person in your life would be entering at this very second.

“Smells good, sweetheart,” her voice comes softly through the hallway, keys being thrown into the dish by the door, her body slowly pattering towards the direction of yourself.

“Thanks, honey. Trying some pesto tonight. Haven’t made it in a while,” you reply back, her presence becoming closer before eventually two slender arms wrap around your waist, the feeling of brown locks tickling your neck, a soft cheek pressed into your shoulder.

“God, baby, you look exhausted,” you chuckle, feeling her relax into your body, a faint hum leaving her mouth.

However, what you soon discover is that she isn’t tired at all. Her body was already entirely pressed against you, but the slow movement of her clit against your ass has you reeling in the fact that maybe it was a different emotion entirely…

“You okay back there, baby?” you ask, trying to get her to admit to her neediness.

“Yeah… Just…”

Robin always became slightly shy when she was desperate, afraid to ask for what she needed. Despite you both being switches, she never wanted to cross any boundaries. It was sweet to you, always having to remind her that if you didn’t want to do something, you would simply verbalise it.

“Just what, hun?”

“Just… want you. S’been a long day.”

That’s what you needed her to admit. Your hand comes down to the knob, turning it so the stove was off, the pasta water quickly losing its bubbles.

You grab her wrists from where they are perched on your stomach, spinning around and pressing a light-feathered kiss on the top of each of them.

“Yeah? Pretty girl just wants to sit back and let me help her relax? Is that it?” you say in between the fluttering of your lashes, hands moving from her wrists, to her arms, all the way up to her two pink-tainted cheeks.

“Please, baby. Just want you. Do whatever you want.”

You bite your lip with a smile, pressing a kiss to the underside of her jaw and murmuring, “No, baby. This is about you, ‘kay? Tell me what you need.”

Robin gulps, never liking to admit to her own needs and desires. She was a giver at heart and always followed your lead whenever you needed it. It was very uncommon for her to put herself first, but tonight… she may just have to do that.

“Need your hands on me, please…”

You chuckle lowly, licking your lips, “Where to, honey?” Teasing her, you begin to trace over every area that made her squirm, “This gorgeous neck of yours? Or maybe… your perfect boobs, all for me. Or…” you cup her mound, “Is it here?”

Robin lets a whine escape her mouth at the feeling of your bare hand against her clothed pussy.

“Oh, right here, sweetheart? I can feel it, too. Feel how wet you are through these pants.”

“Please, baby. I will do anything, just—”

This is the kind of behaviour you wanted from her. Needy to the max. “Nuh uh, none of that, baby. You had a tough day and I’ll take care of you however you need, okay? All I need you to do is strip for me and sit that cute ass on the counter.”

Robin follows your orders, ridding of her restrictive Family Video attire, meanwhile, you remove your flowery apron.

“That’s it. Such a good girl for me. So pretty. So gorgeous.”

Your hands instantly land on your favourite girls, needing them between your hands, flicking her nipples between your thumbs. You spend every minute worshipping every inch of her skin, drawing every moan and whine you can from her. There was something so magical, so alluring and arousing, about hearing your girl succumb to your words and actions. How some people found the art of treasuring and pleasing their girl to be boring and unattractive forever confused you. How could the pure action of worshipping your favourite person’s entire existence be a drag?

You finally come to her beautiful pussy. What a sight to see. She was an outie, which you relished in. There was something so gorgeous about them, about hers specifically, that made you thank whatever God or star that exists for her presence in your life.

“You ready for my fingers, baby? Think you’re wet enough for two, don’t you?”

Robin’s eyes are closed, her head already floating amongst the clouds, simple nods and rambles “Yeah, yeah. Two is good, perfect even. You’re perfect. Always perfect.”

You chuckle, pressing a light kiss to her clit, her hips bucking at the feeling, “You’re perfect too, baby.”

Sucking your two fingers between your lips, you dip them down before slowly pushing them inside of Robin, her thighs raising up towards your head, caging you in, perfect for you to eventually add your mouth to.

“Fuck, honey, y-yes. Just like that, baby girl. S-Shit, just like that.”

The squelching of her pussy against your slick fingers, combined with her praise and gorgeous moans had you subconsciously increasing the pace. You look up at her with innocent eyes, before slowly lowering your head down to her clit, lapping at her juices. Robin instantaneously throws her head back, eyes fluttering shut as she tries her best not to rut against your mouth.

You could feel her pussy gush more and more of her slick around your fingers, your mind spiralling with the fact that all it took was you doing a household chore, a basic human need, for her to get this damn worked up for you. For her to be sat atop the kitchen counter in your newly shared apartment, high-pitched whines echoing against the four walls, probably vibrating through the floorboards below, all because of your tender and loving care. The transfer from sweet to sensual sending shock waves to your own vagina.

Robin’s hands are scrunched up in balls amongst your messy hair, sweat transferring onto your cheeks from where her thighs are suffocating you, to which you have no complaint, of course.

Her praise and general explicit words are a bunch of babbles, your focus too much on the movement of your fingers dragging against her velvet walls, sucking you back in each time you tried to leave, and the flick of your tongue in both upwards and sideways motions on her clit.

You wrapped your entire lips around her bud, sucking it harshly, her hips instantly bucking in a now speedy motion, her urge no longer being able to be held back. Your movements were fast, harsh, Robin having no care about anything else in the world except for you. If she died right now and went to Heaven, or simply nothingness, she wouldn’t care. Whatever situation, it was for sure the best way to go.

With the extra brash movements, your fingers start struggling to move, Robin’s walls tightening around them, her orgasm approaching with the increased sweetness hitting your tongue and the beautiful noises of gasping breaths infiltrating your ears.

“G-Gonna cum soon. S-So, close. So, so close, honey.”

Knowing that your next action would tip her over the edge, you break eye contact with the beautiful girl in front of you to shake your head back and forth against her clit, lips suctioned around her as you feel her thighs crush you against her vulva.

“F-Fuck, I-I’m cumming. Holy shit, I’m cumming,” is what you make out of her breathy gasps and sweet moans, mouth open in a wide ‘O’ and eyes shut tightly as her entire body shakes against you. The grip of her hand against your hair tightens to the max as she rides out her high, hips rutting in small thrusts against your lips, your fingers slowing to a steady pace as to not overstimulate her.

Once her body stops shaking, you bring your fingers to a halt, Robin’s cheeks rosy and hair messy as she lets out steady deep breaths, catching herself back to normality.

“Less stressed now, Robbie?” you sweetly ask, lips parting from her clit. Robin opens her eyes to the wonderful sight of her slick dripping down your chin, more being added to the inside of your mouth as you suck your fingers clean.

“Yeah,” she pants out, “Feel so much better. All thanks to you, sweetheart.”

You cup her face, pressing a tender kiss to her lips before parting and stroking her cheeks, looking her in the eye, “You’re too sweet, honey. Just wanted to take care of you when you needed it.”

You almost melt with the amount of love and appreciation present in her eyes, her blue orbs sparkling with affection and adoration for your presence in this exact moment.

“I love you,” she whispers out, almost giggling like a schoolgirl in the waves of her afterglow, to which you had to admit was a different kind of gorgeous sight to witness on a multiple weekly basis.

“I love you too,” you reply, placing a kiss to her forehead, “How about I finish plating up this pasta for you and then we can cuddle and stick on a movie?”

“Ooh yeah! I love that!” she brightens up, “I actually brought a new one home today. It’s called ‘Desert Hearts.’ It’s actually a lesbian rom-com, which I was shocked to find as it’s basically perfect for us—”

You chuckle to yourself, heading back towards the stove to heat up the pasta once again. This was the Robin you came to love, that you wanted to see in every living moment, and you were glad you were able to get her back to her rambling, talkative self in such a small amount of time.

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미쳐써: the lost years

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r stealing all of nat’s clothes. nat only notices when one of her drawers is literally empty except for a few clothes. she asks r where they all went and tells r she literally has no clothes left and r is just like oh well. they’re mine now. nat then tackles her onto the bed and tickles her and they kiss and SO SOFTTTT

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Natasha had just gotten out of the shower after returning from a month-long mission. 

She wrapped her body with a towel and made her way to her closet. She quickly put on her undergarments and some pants before reaching into a drawer to grab a sweater. 

However, she was completely shocked to see that practically all of her clothing was gone. There was one sweater leftover, but all of the others had seemingly disappeared. 

It took Natasha a minute, but when she realized what had happened, she rolled her eyes with a smile on her face; you. 

Natasha knew you had a thing for wearing her sweaters, especially when she was away on longer missions like the one she’d just returned from.

So, the redhead grabbed the only sweater she had in the drawer and threw it on before making her way to your room. 

She didn’t even bother to knock, she walked straight in without permission, not that she needed it anyway. 

You were sat on your bed and your head shot up at the sound of the door opening. 

You let out a squeal and hopped off the bed, running towards your girlfriend. 

She let out a laugh as your body collided with hers, her arms wrapping around your waist tightly while yours went around her neck. 

“Natty! You’re back. I missed you so much.” You shoved your face into her shoulder blade with a huge smile plastered on your face. 

“Hi, moya lyubov (my love). I missed you too… but would you care to explain why my sweaters are missing?” 

Natasha pulled back from the hug slightly and took notice of what you were wearing. It was one of her S.H.I.E.L.D sweaters. 

You blushed at her question, biting your lip nervously. 

“I don’t know. I guess they kind of just… grew legs and walked away? Maybe?” 

Natasha let out a loud laugh at your response as she shook her head, her eyes locking onto yours. 

“You know I don’t mind you wearing my clothes, baby, but at least leave something for me to use as well.” 

You pouted and glared at your girlfriend. You were trying to be intimidating, but Natasha just found the look adorable. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“I did leave something for you! You’re wearing it right now.” 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

You mumbled out and Natasha rolled her eyes at your silliness. 

“You left me one sweater out of the twenty I own. That’s like leaving me a crumb of a foot-long sub.” 

You pulled away from the redhead’s hold and crossed your arms in front of your chest. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Oh well… I don’t care. They’re mine now.” 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

You let out a yelp as Natasha suddenly picked you up and threw you onto the bed. 

She quickly crawled on top of you, straddling your waist as she aggressively tickled your sides. 

“Nat! Please, stop!” You laughed out contagiously and Natasha couldn’t help but laugh along with you. 

She finally stopped tickling you when your face turned red. The room fell silent, the only sound being your heavy breathing as you recovered. 

Natasha leaned down and kissed your lips. You put your hand on the back of her neck as she deepened the kiss. 

She broke the kiss and smile down at you. Her green eyes were shining with love as she stared deep into your Y/E/C irises. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“I’m just playing, dorogoy (darling). What’s mine is yours.” 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“So… does this mean I can have all of your shirts too?” 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“No.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

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Tastes Like Sugar (ch. 16)

Summary: India Mae, or Indi, is a music major, struggling to pay bills, tuition, work, and make good grades.  Emily Prentiss is a BAU profiler, as well as a DC socialite thanks to her huge family fortune.  The two enter into a mutually beneficial arrangement: Emily will pay for Indi's school if Indi accompanies Emily to her social functions for a few months, posing as her girlfriend.  As weeks go by, the lines between their arrangement and their true feelings start to blur.  But money can't buy love, right?

Pairing: India Mae Banks x Emily Prentiss; OC x Emily Prentiss

Warnings: smut! (18+)

Word Count: 3.3k

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Chapter 16 - Convergence

"Shall we?"

Emily had asked me repeatedly to wait for her to open my door for me.  And usually, I loved how chivalrous she was, but there was no way I was waiting for her tonight.  I pushed my seatbelt off as I slid out of the car, slamming the door behind me.  I didn't bother waiting for Emily; I hustled to the front door.  I heard the click of Emily's heels right behind me increasing in speed and volume.  Fuck she was fast, quickly making ground.

When we got to the porch, she had caught up with me.  She wrapped an arm around my waist, turned me around, and pushed me back into the door.  She was so smooth, so fluid; I worried I would be too clumsy for her to find me sexy.  But then her lips were on mine, and I couldn't think anymore.  My stomach fluttered in anticipation; my breathing increased in excitement.

Emily's lips trailed down my neck to nibble on my ear lobe.  I sighed at the feeling of her tongue caressing my skin softly.  "Remember our first night here, angel?"  Her breath raised goosebumps on my neck, and I swallowed thickly.  She wanted me to think and respond right now?

"Yes," I gasped.

"I almost kissed you then," she admitted.  "You looked so pretty that night.  And the way you were looking at me…" she pulled back, "Just like you are right now…"  Her hand caressed my face, and my eyes fell shut.

"Em," I whispered.  She kissed along the underside of my jaw, my head thumping against the door.

"Yes?" she asked, her voice taunting.

"Please unlock the door," I said breathlessly.  Her breath tickled my neck as she chuckled lowly.  But I heard the soft beeps of the keypad as she typed in the code.  Her arm wound around my waist, pulling me close into her as she pushed the door open.  She walked me backwards into the house, her lips never leaving mine.

I heard her clutch loudly clink against the vase on the foyer table as she tossed it aside.  Then, I felt her fingers wrap around my hand and pry my own clutch from my grip.  I just dropped it on the floor.  I could always grab it tomorrow.

"Indi," Emily gasped against my lips, stopping just at the stairs.  "Let me take you to bed."  I nodded and pulled her back in for a kiss.  She pulled back, "I need to hear you say it."

"Please," I whimpered.  "Please make love to me, Em."

"God, baby.  You're so sexy.  Do you know how long I've been waiting to touch you?"  Probably about as long as I've been waiting for you.  Her mouth attacked mine in a renewed frenzy.  She felt so far away from me.  I pulled at her hips and tugged at her clothes, but nothing was working.  I couldn't get close enough.

"Em," I whined.  She pushed me against the wall halfway up the stairs.

"Say my name like that again, and I will fuck you right here, angel."  Her threat tightened the delicious ball of desire forming in my gut.  Her voice was so sexy.  If she didn't touch me soon, I would soak through my panties.

"Touch me, please," I begged.  I passingly wondered when I had gotten so desperate.  Never once had I begged for anyone to touch me.  But never once had I wanted someone this badly.  She resumed kissing me.  Her tongue lapped at mine slowly.  Her hands held my head in place.  I was trapped against the wall, unmoving; I was completely at her mercy.

Her hands trailed down my body, whispering over my collarbones and raising goosebumps over my skin.  She lightly squeezed my tits through my dress, and I whimpered.  It wasn't enough.  "Come," she said grabbing my hand.  She pulled me up the stairs and dragged me to her bedroom.  She stopped us at the foot of her bed and stared into my eyes, rubbing her thumb over the back of my hand.  "Are you sure?" she asked softly.

"I've never been so sure of anything or anyone than I am of this and you."  She sighed and pulled me back in her arms, swallowing my gasp as her lips captured mine once again.  Her hands slid all over my body, never staying in one place.  She sucked lightly on my bottom lip, soothing the slight sting with her tongue.  Her hands cradled my face so delicately.  As if I were precious to her.  Her hand slid up my back and smoothly pulled the zipper of my dress down.  She caressed the newly exposed skin all the way up my spine, giving me chills.  Her touch on my naked skin felt holy, like god herself were touching me.

I expected what Penelope had always described: the frenzy and the rush.  I expected the overexcited nipping at nipples, the pinching and pulling, the overly grabby hands.  But there was none of that.  Emily was passionate but gentle.  Maybe it's because I was sleeping with someone much older and more experienced.  Maybe it was because Penelope only slept with men.  But Emily was different, special.  She set me on fire.

And suddenly, I didn't care that she was so much more experienced than me.  I didn't care that she was way out of my league.  Overwhelming need flooded me worse than before.  I whined at how slowly her hands were moving over me.  I whined at how many clothes we were still wearing.  I moaned for her to touch me, shocking myself with how needy and desperate it sounded.

Her fingers slid under the straps of my dress and slid them down my arms, my dress finally falling to the floor.  "Indi!" Emily gasped in shock.  Her eyes widened as they raked over me, taking in the black, strappy, lace lingerie.  I appreciated her reaction because it took me ages to figure out how to put it on.  "Baby, my god," she continued breathlessly, "You look amazing.  Did you wear this just for me?"  Her fingers whispered over my collarbones.

I nodded shyly, and she smirked.  "How did you know I would see it?"

"I-"  Fuck.  Her smirk grew.  "I thought I might…uh…"  I felt my cheeks flame in embarrassment.  "…seduce you," I finished on a whisper.  She cupped my cheek to draw my eyes back to hers.  "I'm tired of waiting, Emily."  I reached up on my toes to kiss her.  Her hands slid up my back to pull me in close. 

"You're so soft, Indi," she murmured against my ear, her fingers ghosting up and down my spine.  She pushed me until my knees hit the back of her bed, and then I willingly tipped backwards.  Emily stood before me, eyes heavy with lust, and reached behind herself to unzip her own dress.  Immediately, I understood her reaction to seeing me in my lingerie.  Emily looked exquisite in her black bra and panties.  I salivated wondering what was hidden beneath that satin.  My eyes caught a flash of black ink.  Was that a tattoo?  I tried my hardest to see what it was, but the lighting wouldn't allow it.

She stepped out of her heels and lifted each leg to pull my own off of me.  She trailed kisses up my left leg as she crawled on the bed and up my body.  When her lips jumped over my thighs I exhaled in disappointment.  Her lips descended on my collarbones, sucking lightly.  Her hands pulled the straps of my bra down my arms, sliding the cups below my nipples.  Her lips followed the line of my bra, moving lower and lower.  I squirmed beneath her.  And finally, her lips circled my nipple, taking one into her mouth.  I arched my back into her mouth, sighing at finally receiving a slight reprieve from the growing ache in me.

"Em," I sighed contentedly, my fingers winding through her hair.  She continued sucking lightly as she trailed her lips to the other nipple.  Her hands slid under me and unhooked my bra, pulling it off of me completely.  She cupped my breasts, pushing them together, her thumb circling the other nipple.  My hips bucked into her.  "Emily, please," I begged.

She lifted her head up, my nipple pulling out of her mouth with a soft pop.  She moved up, elbow next to my head as she hovered over me.  "What do you need, angel?"  Before I could answer, she was kissing me again, her tongue plunging in my mouth.

Her hand slid up and down my side, raising goosebumps at her soft touch.  I pulled back for air, panting heavily.  "Touch me, please," I pleaded.  I couldn't take any more.  Her hand, tracing circles into my hip, shifted down and teased my inner thigh.  My breathing stuttered when one, single finger traced a line softly over my panties.  Before I could ask for her again, she expertly slid her finger under my panties and slid her finger up my slit again, this time skin on skin.  I hissed in pleasure.

"Fuck, Indi," Emily whispered.  "You're already so wet, baby."  Her finger continued to stroke up and down, spreading my wetness around.

"I was before we even left the fundraiser, Emily.  I've wanted you for so long," I admitted.  It seemed easier to confess such embarrassing things when my mind was distracted by her touch.  I squirmed beneath her, aching for more stimulation.  All she was doing right now was teasing.

"Is that so?" she asked. 

"Ye-" her fingers slammed into me, "Ung, Em," I gasped.  She slowly pumped her fingers into me.   My hips rocked into her thrusts, urging her to pick up the pace.  Her hand had to work around my panties, and that bothered me.  "Take these off," I complained, already tugging them down my hips.  She chuckled but pulled her fingers out to comply.  I groaned at the loss.

I grabbed her hand – already slick and covered in my arousal – and pulled it back to my entrance.  She teased me again, rubbing me up and down, ignoring my clit and refusing to enter me.  "I have a better idea," she said.  "Can I taste you, angel?"  My stomach clenched, thrilled at the idea.

"Please," I whispered.  Emily slid her hands under my thighs and pushed my knees up.  Her nose slid along my thigh, her lips touching them softly.  Her tongue laved down my thigh, closer and closer to where I needed her.  I rocked my hips up, hoping to make contact with her mouth.  Her hands wrapped around my hips and pulled them down to the bed, keeping me still.  "Em," I whined.

Her tongue slid up from my hole to my clit, circling it slowly.  I groaned, my hips rebelling against the tight hold she had on them.  She lapped at me with strong, long strokes.  "Fuck," I gasped at a particularly good stroke.  "Fuck, right there, Emily."  She tightened up her strokes, sucking softly at my clit.  "Oh my god."  My hands tangled in her head, pushing my hips against her face harder.  "Don't stop, please."  The pleasure in me mounted, tightening in my abdomen deliciously.  "Please, Em," I gasped, "Don't-fuck."  I bit my lip to hold back a loud moan as she helped me through the strongest orgasm I had ever had.  When she picked up speed and sucked harder, I couldn't contain the loud groan as my orgasm continued for several more seconds.

Her tongue slowed down, her hand softly rubbing my hip and top of my thigh as I panted.  I released her hair from my tight grip, my muscles relaxing fully.  She pulled back, pressed a few kisses to my thighs, and then up my torso to my lips.  I sighed into her kiss, caressing the back of her neck.  "Em," I sighed, "That was incredible."

"Well I'm not done yet."  Two of her long fingers smoothly entered me.  My mouth ripped apart from hers, my head falling back in ecstasy.  She felt divine.  Though I had only been with one person, Hunter had never made me feel this good.  She quickly built me back up, needing no time at all to drive me to the edge.  Her fingers pounded into me relentlessly.  I dug my fingers into her shoulder and bicep, needing to ground myself to something.

"EM!" I shouted, "God, baby.  Please," I whined.  I was so close.

"Come on, baby.  Cum for me.  You can do it.  I know you're so close," she cooed in my ear, curling her fingers into me slightly.  I held my breath, my orgasm crashing over me, not as strong as the first, but extraordinary nonetheless.

When I finally opened my eyes, I was greeted by the sight of Emily licking me off her fingers, eyes still hooded in lust.  "I want to return the favor, Emily."  My own fingers trailed up her arms, barely touching her.  "Can I?" I asked tugging on her bra straps.  She reached behind her and unlatched her bra, throwing it to the side.  My hands immediately cupped around the swell of her tits, tracing the pads of my thumbs over her nipples.  She was beautiful, and I wanted to show her just how I felt.

I licked up the center of her chest and then nibbled my way to one of her nipples.  I sucked on it lightly and delighted in her loud exhale.  "India, baby, please.  You've teased me enough," Emily stated, her voice somehow commanding but wanting.  She pushed my hand down her torso and pushed it under her underwear.  My stomach flipped, desire flooding me again at how badly Emily wanted me.

She flopped on her side, grabbing me to roll on top of her.  She slid her panties down her legs and flipped them off her ankle onto the floor.  "Em!" I said in shock.  Seemingly uncharacteristically, Emily had a purple tattoo of a small bundle of violets on her hip.  I slid down her body and kissed it reverently.  Inexplicably, the small flowers were extremely erotic against her smooth, flawless, pale flesh.  Her hips bucked into me, her hand pushing my head to the right towards her clit.

"So demanding," I teased her, my eyes alight with amusement.  She rolled hers at me as she pushed my mouth against herself.  I poked my tongue out, getting my first taste of her.  We moaned at the same time.  She felt so soft on my tongue.  I lapped at her in long strokes, trying to get as much of her arousal on my tongue as I could.  I was already addicted to tasting her.

Emily's chest rose and fell heavily, her breaths coming out more unevenly than usual.  I longed to hear her moan below me; I vowed to make it happen.  I slipped a finger inside her as I continued to lap at her clit.  She hissed softly, her hands grabbing at the sheets.  I curled my fingers slightly, eliciting a soft, "India."  Strangely, the use of my full name falling from her lips in pleasure excited me.

"Faster," she demanded.  I pushed my fingers in her faster, all too eager to give her exactly what she needed to feel as good as she had just made me feel.  I started sucking at her clit like she had done for me.  She sighed, caressing my hair.  "That's it, angel.  That feels so good," she praised.  Her hips lifted up into my mouth again, rocking against my mouth.  "God baby, just like that."  Her hips picked up speed.  She moaned, her sounds of pleasure long and drawn-out.  It thrilled me.  "Deeper," she panted.

I slid a second finger in her and pushed them in further, stroking her walls.  "Fuck, Indi.  Don't stop."  I pumped in and out of her, continuing to circle my tongue over her clit.  "Don't stop," she repeated, her hand tightening in my hair.  The slight sting of the pull surprisingly felt nice.  "Fuck," she hissed out, a loud moan following her curse as she tightened around my fingers.  I slowed my tongue and fingers, relishing in the new rush of wetness around my fingers.

When she relaxed back into her pillow, I slipped my fingers from her gently and licked them clean, moaning at her taste.  She pulled me against her chest quickly, rolling us over and peppering my face with kisses.  "Emily!" I giggled, secretly thrilled by her attention.  I wrapped my arms around her neck and smiled up at her.  She cupped my face and smiled back, her radiance taking my breath away.

"I'm sorry, Em," I said softly.

Her brow furrowed in confusion.  "For what, baby?"

"You only came once," I pointed out.

She scoffed.  "So?"  Her left eyebrow lifted, daring me to respond.  She propped herself up on a bent arm, turning to be face-to-face.  "Sex is about more than orgasms, Indi.  It's about intimacy and trust," she said trailing her fingers up and down my arm.  "It's about closeness," she continued softly.  "It's about coming together."

"But you made me feel so good," I objected.

"And you made me feel good too, angel.  I promise.  I enjoyed every second, and we never need to have an equal number of orgasms.  I like giving you pleasure.  And I hope you received some pleasure," she teased, tickling my sides.  I curled around her hand, trying to move away from it, my shrill giggle interrupting our serious moment.

"You know I enjoyed it," I said through breathless laughs.  She pulled me back into her arms, my head settling on her chest.  A few seconds passed as I contemplated asking her about the tattoos.  "Em?" I asked nervously.

"Yes, love?"

"How many tattoos do you have?"

She chuckled.  "Just the two," she responded.  My fingers traced over her ribs, curious if they would be able to feel the ink etched into her skin.  I was disappointed that they couldn't.

"What's this one?" I asked, dancing my fingers over her ribs.

"It says 'So it goes.'" 

"Ahh, Slaughterhouse Five again," I teased.

"It is very hot that you know that," she admitted nipping at my jaw, her hand squeezing my hip.

"Is it for someone?"  I was inexorably curious about it.  Emily just didn't seem like the type of person to have tattoos.

"Uh, her name was Lauren Reynolds.  I'll tell you about it another time."  Her tone rang with finality.  I didn't want to push Emily.  She was one to shut down quickly when someone threatened to topple the walls around her heart.

"And the one on your hip?" I asked, running my fingers down her slender form.

She smirked.  "Rebellion against my mother.  I was sixteen."

"Sixteen!?" I nearly shouted.  "How did you get a tattoo at sixteen?"

"It's all about who you know," she said cryptically.  "Kidding.  I made my friend do it with a sewing needle and a bottle of ink.  We were both rebelling against our parents' expectations and ideals of who and what they thought we should be."

"And why the flowers?"

"Violets are sapphic," she smirked.

"Ahh," I exclaimed, understanding the 'rebellion' now.  "Did your mom ever find out?" I asked, enthralled by her life.

She laughed ruefully, "God no!  I think that would have been it for me."

I ran my fingers over it again; I couldn't help it.  It was so sexy, even more so because only those who had been with Emily like this knew about the tattoo.  I wondered just how many people that was.  "Okay sweet girl," she said sternly, capturing my wrist in her hand to pull up to her mouth to kiss.  "Don't start something you can't finish," she warned.

"Who said I can't finish the job?" I asked cheekily.  She groaned, pulling on the back of my neck to kiss me again.

"You just might be the death of me, India Mae."  And then suddenly my lips were busy, hopefully for the rest of the night.

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[reidyoulikeabook]

the battery was dead

Ship: GN! Reader x Spencer Reid

Warnings: Mention of case-typical violence (more specifically, a bomb), told from Spencer's perspective and he experiences anxiety about reader having been harmed (they're okay though!), Spencer's self-deprecating thoughts, general mood of anxiety throughout, stressful team situation, big feelings of guilt, very much hurt/comfort.

Word count: 1.6k (i did not intend for this to be this long but it's basically a whole thing)

A/N: This is not what I intended to write today but my brain's on a whole hurt/comfort vibe apparently so here we are: something I wrote all in one go in about half an hour. Oops.

Everybody was in different places when the bomb went off. Spencer was with Derek, in an SUV headed uptown. The explosion was downtown. Where you'd been headed. Alone.

The geographical profile had indicated he wouldn't strike downtown. The geographical profile that he had made. The geographical profile that the team had trusted, that the team had based their assignments off, that had led Hotch to conclude it was safe to send you downtown alone.

"Garcia," Derek answers, putting her on loudspeaker and glancing at Spencer who could be pictured and pasted into the DSM-V as the definition of anxiety right now, "Garcia tell me you can patch everybody through."

"I'm trying," She rambles, her voice pitching upwards, "I'm patching ___ through now I'm trying their cell."

Spencer's leg bounces. It bounces so hard it's a miracle the velocity of it doesn't send Derek veering right across the road. He scratches at his neck. There are no words to be said. No words in any language in the world can describe the fear coursing through his body as he hears Garcia scramble, pressing keys and typing and he's only vaguely aware of Derek's hand coming to rest reassuringly on his bouncing knee, managing to still it just a little bit.

"___ will be fine," He reassures him, "Just fine. I promise. It's not your fault kid, you couldn't have known, how would you have known?"

"It's my job to know."

His tone is bitter, angry, and he feels even worse for it because it's not Derek's fault. Derek is trying to help. Derek is trying to be kind and somehow that's worse because he doesn't deserve it. He doesn't deserve anybody's kindness right now and he can't get your face out of his mind. How you'd smiled at him before walking out of the door of that precinct and how it might be the last time he ever got to see you smile and it was all his fault. All his fault.

His stomach is in knots. Garcia's practically smacking her precious equipment in her hurry and then the line goes mute.

"Garcia?" Derek asks again, "Garcia are you still there?"

There's a beat of silence and then the background noise returns, "I'm just trying ____'s cell."

What's taking so long? She could have tried by now. He's never known Garcia to be slow at her job and even though it feels like time has stopped. Fractured like a mirror, throwing off pieces, and he's trapped inside a piece that has all of the horror and guilt he's ever felt in his life staring him in the face. But she can work faster than that. Why isn't she working faster than that?

It all becomes clear as he hears her clack again. Then your voice floods the line.

"You've reached SSA ____ ____ of the Behavioural Analysis Unit. Please leave a voicemail, or if you're calling regarding an urgent matter then please direct your calls to SSA Aaron Hotcher at the following number-"

"Maybe she's already on the phone," Derek suggests, cutting over your recital of his number, "Maybe her line's already busy. Right Garcia, is her line already busy?"

"I can't tell."

She's lying. Spencer knows she's lying and it knocks him sick. He practically wrenches the handle to the window off in his quest to get it open. The cold air pours in and he feels worse. He can't allow himself to bask in any feeling of comfort when you're God knows where.

He can't let himself think like that. He blinks hard, shaking his head as if he can physically remove the images from his brain. They flash through, his neurons defying him as they keep picturing you in worse and worse scenarios, and he can't breathe.

"Pull over," He directs Derek, wrenching off his seatbelt before Derek even manages to get the car in park.

Somewhere amidst all of it, Hotch has been patched through.

"We're convening downtown. Our presence has been requested at the crime scene."

Derek is saying something to pacify him. Or he's telling him something. He can't tell because his head is swimming and then Derek is squeezing his shoulder, physically pulling him back into reality.

"Kid. Listen to me. You're not helping anybody getting yourself all worked up like this. We need to focus. We've got to work this through."

He nods. He nods because Derek is right. They do have to work this through. Even though they would be better working this through without him because he's the one who made the profile that was wrong and his contributions clearly can't be trusted and-

"Put your seatbelt on. Talk to me. Let's talk through how it could have gone wrong."

Derek's voice strikes just the right balance between commanding and reassuring. It always does. So he does it. He clips in the seatbelt and starts to ramble, discussing avenues they haven't explored before, suggesting why he could have been wrong. He's never doubted himself like this before, and it's an uncomfortable feeling. What's more uncomfortable is the realisation he's never failed you like this before.

They pull up to the crime scene. Derek scrambles out of the car, but he pauses for a beat. It's only when Emily opens the door, that he's pulled back into reality again.

"Spencer," She says, "Spencer, come on."

There are SUV'S everywhere. They've tried to contain the scene as much as they could but they needed the bomb squad, needed paramedics, needed FBI.

She's walking him somewhere and he's frantically searching around him, frantically trying to orient himself. It doesn't help that it's dark, gone midnight by now, and the street lights were taken out in the initial explosion. Most of the lights come from torches, or headlamps that people are wearing. It's not enough, he can barely make out Emily let alone find your face in the crowd.

And then he hears it. His name. Your voice.

You found him.

"Spencer," You call, and he can't possibly turn around fast enough.

He barely has before you come crashing into his arms, cinching them tightly around him. He practically scoops you off of the ground, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you as close as he can possibly get you to his body, inhaling the familiar scent of your shampoo and there's tears coming out of his eyes, tears of relief and fear and-

"Spencer," You tell him, sniffling, "Spencer you're kind of crushing me."

You let out a little laugh, and he lets out one too. But it's puffy, practically just air. He releases his grip a bit and you lean up, your arms looping around his neck and playing with the baby hairs situated at the nape of it.

"Spence I'm okay, I'm right here," You reassure him, pressing a kiss to his cheek, "I'm right here."

You are right here. He can hear the pound of your heart, he can smell your perfume, he can feel you playing with his hair in a way that tickles but is so comforting, so domestic, so reassuring that you still love him despite his fuck up, that he couldn't bring himself to tell you to stop even if he wanted you to.

He doesn't even know he's still crying until he speaks, his voice wavering as it manoveurs past the lump in his throat, "I-Garcia tried calling you. You didn't answer your phone."

"The battery was dead," You tell him, "I plugged it in in the car and next thing I know I'm getting pulled over. I got brought straight here when I told them I was FBI and I tried to borrow somebody's phone to call but they cut off cell reception here in case there was a second bomb."

He swallows. He can't say anything else, can't do anything else. He manages to open his eyes, and you lean up, apparaising him. You thumb at the tears on his cheeks, a kind of softness and love entirely exclusive to you filling your eyes along with a couple of tears. You don't look at him like you're angry. You don't look at him like you're disappointed. You look at him with a kindness he's entirely undeserving of at this moment in time and the thought spurs two more tears out of his eyes.

"What's wrong?" You ask, your voice barely above a whisper, "Spence what's wrong?"

"It was my fault," He chokes, his head dipping a bit, too ashamed to make eye contact, "I made the profile. I was wrong. I sent you here, I-I sent you directly into danger."

"It was a copycat," You tell him, "It was a copycat, he didn't get away in time and got caught up in the blast. Our guy is smarter than that, so they think this guy tried to imitate it. It's not your fault. You couldn't possibly have known, you can't profile a person you don't know exists."

The revelation is like foam on a petrol fire. It quells the pain in his chest, the one that had maliciously licked at him, igniting all his own wounds and insecurities.

It wasn't his fault.

He holds onto you even tighter, burying his face in the crook of your neck, "Thank you. Thank you."

"For what?"

"For being okay."

"I'm always okay," You tell him, your voice nothing but sincere, "I'm always okay because I always have you."

With that, the fire is out. You reluctantly wiggle out of his arms, taking his hand and squeezing it reassuringly. He's not okay yet. Not entirely. It all still feels surreal, and he knows it'll take a long time for his heart to settle down. But you're here. By his side. And that's enough for now.

In fact, with you? That's enough for always.

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[thewidowsghost]

Chase (Natasha x Pregnant!Wife!Reader)

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One-shot Masterlist (Nattie)

This is for @marvelxreaderfanfictionfest's Secret Santa Exchange.

This is @mostly-marauders-headcanons's gift. They asked for the prompt "just as long as you didn't get hurt" "well, about that..." with Natasha or Shuri. I went with Nat, just because I'm more well versed in writing for Nat.

(Y/n) fixes her (E/c) gaze on the front door of her and her wife's home as she hears the doorknob move. (Y/n) grins, heaving herself off the couch, her hand resting on her pregnant belly.

"Hiya, hun," (Y/n) greets as Natasha Romanoff walks through the door, (Y/n)'s eyes glowing with affection. "How was work, love?" she asks, leading Natasha to the couch.

"It was alright. Just training today," Natasha replies.

"Just as long as you didn't get hurt," (Y/n) says, her hand moving to rest on her belly again.

"Well, about that . . ." the former assassin replies, trailing off at (Y/n)'s expression.

"Are you alright? Where are you hurt?" (Y/n) asks frantically.

Natasha readies herself for Steve's attack, her muscles tensed.

Steve's eyes narrow, and it is the super-soldier who attacks first.

Natasha holds her own for a while, but with a lunge from Steve and a resounding crack, the two stop, Natasha cradling her right wrist in her left hand.

Natasha isn't really know how she'd managed to get home or the key in the door, as she wasn't left-handed.

(Y/n) heaves herself to her feet again, struggling a little more under the cumbersome weight of her seven-month bump.

Natasha stands up to help, but (Y/n) pushes her back down with a gentle hand.

In the dim light from the TV, (Y/n) finally sees the black cast peeking out from her sweatshirt's - one that (Y/n) liked to steal quite often - right sleeve.

(Y/n) pads over to the freezer in the kitchen, puts some ice in a Ziploc bag, and then wraps the bag of ice in a paper towel.

(Y/n) brings the ice bag to Natasha, who accepts it gratefully, before the pregnant woman pads over to the closet in the corner of the living room, and grabs a blanket, and returns to the couch.

Natasha cuddles up to (Y/n) on the large couch, her broken wrist resting on (Y/n)'s belly. Natasha grins when she gets a gentle kick from their son in response.

"Remember how we met?" Natasha asks, and (Y/n) grins, her eyes glowing.

"Oh yeah, you were a wreck," (Y/n) replies teasingly, her eyes shining.

Natasha's eyes fix on the pretty young woman talking with Tony.

The party rages around Natasha, but it seems to go silent as Natasha gazes at the woman.

Sensing eyes on her, the woman looks over and Natasha feels as though she'd been struck by lightning.

She's breathtaking, Natasha thinks. Her feet disobey her thoughts as Natasha starts towards the woman.

"Hi," the woman says, a gorgeous smile spreading across her face, and Natasha's brain short circuits.

"I - I, uh," Natasha's words stumble to a halt, not knowing what to say to the woman.

"You must be Natasha," the woman guesses. "I'm (Y/n). (Y/h) (L/n)."

"I'm, uh," Natasha gazes, wide-eyed at (Y/n); (Y/n) chuckles as Natasha continues, "lesbian."

"So am I," (Y/n) says, waving Tony away, and her friend just laughs, walking away.

"T-that's cool," Natasha replies, stuttering a little.

(Y/n) laughs softly again, and she focuses on Natasha's features.

Fiery red hair.

Sparkling emerald green eyes.

(Y/n) flushes and averts her gaze from Natasha's piercing eyes.

"D-do you wanna go out with me sometime?" (Y/n) asks, her (E/c) eyes fixed on the ground.

"Um, t-that sounds fun," Natasha replies, and (Y/n)'s eyes meet Natasha's again.

"Hey! If I remember correctly," Natasha says, her uninjured hand brushing soothingly across (Y/n)'s stomach under her shirt, "you were a disaster."

(Y/n) rolls her eyes affectionately and her arms tighten around Natasha slightly, being careful of Natasha's broken wrist.

"Well, at least our first date was memorable," (Y/n) comments with a laugh.

Natasha is the one to roll her eyes this time. "Yeah, who knew getting ice cream and a walk in the park could've gone so wrong?"

"Hey, it wasn't my fault my ankle was broken," (Y/n) retorts, her eyes glowing. "At least you felt partly responsible for some reason."

"Those few weeks were nice," Natasha agrees.

Natasha's gaze lands on the injured woman lying on the couch in (Y/n)'s apartment, her leg elevated, fast asleep.

Natasha had felt responsible for (Y/n)'s injury - she'd been the one to suggest the walk through the park - and had insisted on being (Y/n)'s personal assistant until her ankle had healed, Natasha taking the spare bedroom in (Y/n)'s apartment.

(Y/n)'s eyes blink open, (Y/n) squinting from the harsh light shining through the curtains, and Natasha darts over with a glass of water.

(Y/n) chuckles, taking the glass before moving to sit up, her ankle resting on the coffee table - Natasha had put a pillow down. (Y/n) pats the couch beside her, and Natasha sits down, her eyes glowing.

"You're still here, Romanoff?" (Y/n) asks her, (E/c) orbs twinkling. Natasha nods and (Y/n) smiles. "You're very sweet, you know that?" she asks, and Natasha turns to meet (Y/n)'s gaze. (Y/n)'s smile widens as she registers the redness growing on Natasha's cheeks. (Y/n) reaches over with her free hand, and takes Natasha's hand, entangling their fingers.

Natasha flushes redder but leaves her hand in (Y/n)'s.

"Surprisingly, you were always the boldest of the two of us," Natasha comments, her head resting on (Y/n)'s shoulder.

"I grew up with Tony Stark as a mentor, of course, I'm insane," (Y/n) says, her eyes glimmering with amusement.

"Oh, so you're calling me insane now?" Tony Stark says, entering the couple's house.

"Holy shit, Tony!" Natasha exclaims, sitting up, her uninjured hand resting protectively on (Y/n)'s belly.

"Anthony Stark!" (Y/n) scolds, not moving from her place on the couch. "What are you doing in our house?" she questions.

"What?" Tony exclaims. "We brought gifts!"

This time, (Y/n) does sit up to find all the Avengers and company - Wanda, Vision, and their boys Tommy and Billy, Tony, Pepper, and little Morgan, Steve, Bucky, Clint, Sam, Carol, Peter, Thor, and Bruce - standing in their foyer.

(Y/n) lets out a little grumble as she gets to her feet. A smile spreading across her face, she gives all of her friends hugs before tickling her god-daughter in greeting. Morgan lets out a squeal of delight and Natasha smiles fondly.

"You guys didn't have to bring anything," (Y/n) comments, the Avengers and company taking up seats and on the floor of the living room.

"But then we would've felt bad," Wanda says with a smile. "You two must've spent at least two hundred dollars on the twins before they were born."

"You still didn't -" (Y/n) falters, her (E/c) orbs softening at the tiny baby shirt from Wanda. "Nevermind," (Y/n) continues. "This is adorable." The shirt is black with a red hourglass, and in red writing, "Baby Widow!" with red hearts for the dots in the I and the exclamation mark. "Look, Nattie!" (Y/n) shows the shirt to Natasha, and the redhead beams at Wanda, wrapping her uninjured arm around (Y/n).

The rest of the gifts include another few baby shirts with Iron Nephew written one, a red shirt with the Avengers symbol all over it, and one with SHIELD symbols on it; some cute baby shoes from Sam and Bucky; diapers and wipes from Clint; baby socks from Thor, and an assortment of toys from the rest.

By the time (Y/n) and Natasha open the last gift, (Y/n)'s eyes are watery.

"All of you are so sweet," (Y/n) says, hugging Wanda as they all say goodbye an hour or later.

"Your friends are so nice," (Y/n) says softly as the two women cuddle on the couch once they had taken all the gifts to the nursery.

"They are, aren't they?" Natasha agrees, her emerald gaze warm with affection as they cuddle together.

. . .

(Y/n) snuggles into Natasha a week later, her baby bump fitting into the curve of Natasha's hip.

This makes (Y/n) smiles, the thought filling (Y/n) with warmth. We fit like a puzzle.

(Y/n) gently untangles herself from Natasha and pads into the kitchen to start breakfast - it being one of Natasha's days off.

. . .

Natasha silently enters the kitchen and wraps her arms around (Y/n)'s waits, her hands resting on (Y/n)'s belly.

(Y/n) lets out a squeak of alarm and burns her hand on the stove.

Natasha immediately lets go of (Y/n)'s waist and looks her up own and down for any sign of injuries.

"I'm sorry!" Natasha says apologetically. "Just as long as you didn't get hurt!"

"Yeah, about that . . ." (Y/n) falters, showing Natasha her burnt hand.

Natasha grabs (Y/n)’s hand, presses a soft kiss to the burnt spot before leaving the room, returning quickly before returning to the kitchen with some burn spray and a roll of gauze a moment later.

Natasha sprays the burn with the spray before wrapping it tightly with the gauze. “Better?” the redhead asks, a guilty expression on her face.

“Tasha, hun, it wasn’t your fault,” (Y/n) tells her distraught wife. “I’ll be alright,” she soothes, brushing her unburnt thumb between Natahsa’s eyebrows to chase away Natasha’s frown.

It works, because the frown does slide off Natasha's face to be replaced with a look of tender affection.

“Chase,” (Y/n) says suddenly.

“What?” Natasha asks, her eyes wide with bewilderment.

“Chase,” (Y/n) repeats, taking her hand and placing it on her swollen stomach. “We should call him Chase.”

“Chase Anthony Romanoff,” Natasha says with a smile, testing out the name. “I like that."

Word Count: 1644 words

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[moon-spirit-yue]

Idea inspired by @incorrectgg. We’re just gonna say after Spine they had to go back to Talon for more provisions. Sapphic yearning Namaari series:

Raya, strolling with Noi right beside her: man this was a very long day. How are you holding up, Sisu?

Sisu, groaning: I’ve been better, but I’m okay for the most part. Really not loving being back at Talon right now though

Raya, nodding: yeah that’s fair

Noi: *stopping right in front of Raya and making grabby hands*

Raya, raising an eyebrow: child, just a couple days ago you were practically flying away from me when you took my gems. We both know you’re completely capable of walking

Noi: *tearing up*

Raya, sighing and scooping her up like a newborn: okay okay! I’ll hold you

Sisu, squealing: awwwwww! She’s so cute

Noi: *giggles and lightly taps Sisu’s nose*

Raya, shaking her head with a smile: yeah. She kinda is

Atitaya, who’s also getting provisions for the Fang army with Namaari: well I’ll be damned, is that Raya with a baby?

Namaari, noticing and scowling: and she’s with another woman that cheating little binturi

Atitaya, rubbing her temples: you two were never dating, Namaari!

Namaari, pouting: you don’t know that. Anyways, we’re gonna go spy on them

Atitaya, rolling her eyes: I really don’t get paid enough

Raya, gently rocking Noi as her and Sisu step onto the boat: I really don’t get why she’s so attached to me today, she won’t let go

Noi, snuggling into Raya and mumbling: mama

Raya, tearing up and looking at Sisu: oh spirits did you hear that?

Sisu, grinning: awwww are you crying?

Raya, with obvious tears streaming down her face: n-no. That would be preposterous

Namaari, glaring: why did that kid just call her mama?!

Atitaya, rolling her eyes: oh gee, I don’t know, maybe because Raya is her mom?

Namaari, shaking her head: there’s no way! We’ve been tracking her down for years and she’s never once been pregnant! Besides, that kid looks nothing like her!

Atitaya, shrugging: but she kinda looks like her wife. Besides the hair, obviously

Namaari, scowling: excuse me?! You think the chick with peacock colors for hair is Raya’s wife?!

Atitaya: well if they have a kid together it makes sense that they’re married

Namaari:….but like be honest. Who’s prettier, me or her?

Atitaya, trying not to laugh: you’re such a dork

Sisu, yawns and rests her head on Raya’s shoulder: I’m gonna sleep now. G’night….

Raya, smiling fondly at her: alright, bestie. Good night *kisses the top of her forehead*

Namaari, getting jealous and hopping on the boat. I cant believe you!

Raya, shushing her: quiet down, you’re gonna wake up the baby!

Namaari: oh shit my bad *clears throat and whispers* you never told me you had a baby!

Raya, not knowing Namaari meant a biological baby: so what?!

Namaari, ignoring her: you and the gem pieces are coming with me!

Raya: can we do this later, binturi? Noi just fell asleep

Sisu: *snores and leans closer to Raya*

Raya: *giggles because Sisu’s hair is tickling her*

Namaari, sighing sadly: so. When did you two get together?

Raya, thinking Namaari meant when they met: oh probably a couple weeks ago?

Namaari, gawking at her: what? You can’t have children with someone after only knowing them for a couple weeks! You need to come with me to the palace! You can’t take care of a child I don’t even think you take of yourself! What if you run out of food?!

Raya: *opens her mouth to respond but gasps as Sisu returns to her dragon form in her sleep*

Namaari:…….so I feel like I’ve misinterpreted the situation slightly

Raya, scoffing: yeah no shit. Why were you so upset, anyways? You shouldn’t care who I’m with or what I do

Namaari, sighing: you’re right. I shouldn’t. But I do

Raya, frowning: but why?

Namaari, blushing: I love you, okay? I have for a while. So seeing you with someone else and having a kid with them gutted me-

Raya: *beckons Namaari closer*

Namaari: *confused but leans in*

Raya: *kisses her and leans back with a smile*

Namaari: h-huh?

Raya, blushing furiously: I like you too, binturi. I thought it was obvious. I just assumed you were with Atitaya so I was avoiding you the last few months

Namaari, frantically shaking her head: I’d never like someone that isn’t you, dep la

Raya, smiling: really?

Namaari, nodding: yeah, really. Anyways, I’ve been thinking, now that I know that Sisu is real and can save us, I’d be more than willing to help you get Fang’s gem pieces

Raya, eyes sparkling: that would be amazing! Thank you so much, dep la! I love you

Namaari, grinning and kissing her cheek: I love you too, Raya. *suddenly cringes* I honestly can’t believe you thought I liked Atitaya. That sounds genuinely terrifying

Atitaya, who’s literally right there: well damn-

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[chickawah23]

Some happy news - my Valentine's order arrived today!

It made me think, I don't remember anyone talking about how the guitar picks make up two bi flags (two pink, two purple, two blue); and that guitar pics embody Taylor in a way no other symbol ever will. They're just as symbolic as the dice, if not more so.

(I also want to applaud your ability to deal with all the nonsense - my sanity depends on ignoring it, which I can only do because I came for Taylor and stay for her. I seem to be the only sapphic who doesn't find Karlie attractive 😂)

😘

Ooo the picks ! I’m glad they finally came in. Post a picture of the picks if you can!! The artist 🎸and the muse🧍🏼‍♀️

And hey beauty is subjective! Karlie doesn’t need to tickle everyone’s fancy. Lol

As to your parenthetical: the applauding is unnecessary. Lol Everyone has their boundaries and the best way to shimmy through life is to respect them. For me I just like talking about things that make me laugh and interpreting Taylor’s art. Since there isn’t new art I just like to joke. But I find comfort in knowing there are other blogs that enjoy or are willing to talk about things I don’t. It creates variety like a mall food court. YA GOT OPTIONS BABY!