#sensory anchoring

[glowettee]

hi there! im a fan of your page 💕

can you give me the best studying techniques?

hi angel!! @mythicalmarion tysm for asking about study techniques 🤍 i'm so excited to share my secret methods that helped me maintain perfect grades while still having a dreamy lifestyle + time for self-care!! and thank you for being a fan of my blog, it means everything to me. <3

~ ♡ my non-basic study secrets that actually work ♡ ~

(don't mind the number formatting)

the neural bridging technique this is literally my favorite discovery!! instead of traditional note-taking, i create what i call "neural bridges" between different subjects. for example, when studying both literature + history, i connect historical events with the literature written during that time. i use a special notebook divided into sections where each page has two columns - one for each subject. the connections help you understand both subjects deeper + create stronger memory patterns!!

here's how i do it:

example:

left column: historical event

right column: literary connection

middle: draw connecting lines + add small insights

bottom: write how they influenced each other

the shadow expert method this changed everything for me!! i pretend i'm going to be interviewed as an expert on the topic i'm studying. i create potential interview questions + prepare detailed answers. but here's the twist - i record myself answering these questions in three different ways:

basic explanation (like i'm talking to a friend)

detailed analysis (like i'm teaching a class)

complex discussion (like i'm at a conference)

this forces you to understand the topic from multiple angles + helps you explain concepts in different ways!!

the reverse engineering study system instead of starting with the basics, i begin with the most complex example i can find and work backwards to understand the fundamentals. for example, in calculus, i start with a complicated equation + break it down into smaller parts until i reach the basic concepts.

my process looks like:

find the hardest example in the textbook

list every concept needed to understand it

create a concept map working backwards

study each component separately

rebuild the complex example step by step

the sensory anchoring technique this is seriously game-changing!! i associate different types of information with specific sensory experiences:

theoretical concepts - study while standing

factual information - sitting at my desk

problem-solving - walking slowly

memorization - gentle swaying

review - lying down

your body literally creates muscle memory associated with different types of learning!!

the metacognition mapping strategy i created this method where i track my understanding using what i call "clarity scores":

level 1: can recognize it

level 2: can explain it simply

level 3: can teach it

level 4: can apply it to new situations

level 5: can connect it to other topics

i keep a spreadsheet tracking my clarity levels for each topic + focus my study time on moving everything to level 5!!

the information architecture method instead of linear notes, i create what i call "knowledge buildings":

foundation: basic principles

first floor: key concepts

second floor: applications

top floor: advanced ideas

roof: real-world connections

each "floor" must be solid before moving up + i review from top to bottom weekly!!

the cognitive stamina training this is my absolute secret weapon!! i use a special interval system based on brain wave patterns:

32 minutes of focused study

8 minutes of active recall

16 minutes of teaching the material to my plushies

4 minutes of complete rest

the specific timing helps maintain peak mental performance + prevents study fatigue!!

the synthesis spiral evolution this method literally transformed how i retain information:

create main concept spirals

add branch spirals for subtopics

connect related concepts with colored lines

review by tracing the spiral paths

add new connections each study session

your notes evolve into a beautiful web of knowledge that grows with your understanding!!

these methods might seem different from typical study advice, but they're based on how our brains actually process + store information!! i developed these through lots of research + personal experimentation, and they've helped me maintain perfect grades while still having time for self-care, hobbies + fun!!

sending you the biggest hug + all my good study vibes!! remember that effective studying is about working with your brain, not against it <3

p.s. if you try any of these methods, please let me know how they work for you!! i love hearing about your study journeys!!

xoxo, mindy 🤍

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[il3x]

speaking of villainsonas for funsies (re: my tags here), here's my cooler cringier sound control sona!

she's called miss phonia and a generic insert for any superpowers 'verse. though I will admit I made her based on the worm powers poll (shaker w/ stranger secondary ftw!) her power is AoE sound control. absolutely not the power I'd actually get, but if I could choose...

also, my ass would NOT be on scene for fights!! concussive sound blasts are concussive sound blasts wherever they originate... catch me as far off as my range permits, disguised as a civilian, keeping track of things with binoculars. hiring people to wear my costume and act as decoys while I centre my sound control around them. when the enemy captures them and lets their guard down enough to resume audio communications I silence their comms and insert my disguised voice in its place. honestly idk why more shakers with wide range don't use master tactics. c'mon you guys

that's also why her costume has a cape. looks over practicality because she's not gonna be in the fray.

and yes. @thesternest. she can do the shrimp thing :)

[lornteeleaf]

Dressing up, just to then dress down, because the look was too imprectical, just to then feel like shit.

[xyywrites]

How to Introduce and End Flashbacks

Introducing a Flashback

Through Sensory Triggers A sound, smell, or physical sensation can catapult a character into a memory. Example: The faint scent of jasmine wafted through the open window, pulling her back to her grandmother’s garden. She could almost feel the warm sun on her back as they planted flowers together, her grandmother’s laugh ringing in her ears. Sensory cues are especially effective because they feel immediate and relatable.

Using an Object or Photo Physical items are natural prompts for reminiscing. Example: He picked up the crumpled letter, its edges worn with age. As his eyes scanned the familiar handwriting, the years fell away. He was 16 again, reading those very words for the first time.

Dialogue That Sparks a Memory A conversation can easily lead to a flashback when a particular word or phrase resonates. Example: “You always overthink everything,” she said, laughing. He froze. Those were the exact words his father had thrown at him that night, before slamming the door and leaving for good.

A Character’s Internal Reflection This works well in introspective or emotional scenes. Example: As she stared at the divorce papers, her mind drifted to the first time they’d met.

A Sudden Triggering Event High-emotion events often cause memories to resurface. Example: The screech of tires on asphalt sent a cold shiver down her spine. In a heartbeat, she was back on that icy road, watching headlights careen toward her father’s car.

Dream or Hallucination For a more surreal tone, a dream or hallucination can segue into a flashback. Example: The dream unfolded like a reel of film, showing her the beachside house they’d once called home. She saw herself, small and wide-eyed, chasing the waves as her father’s voice called out in laughter.

Abrupt, Emotional Break For intense moments, an abrupt flashback can mimic a real-life flood of memory. Example: The argument escalated, he slammed his fist on the table. The sound echoed in her ears, morphing into the memory of her father’s hand hitting the dining room table, his voice booming in anger.

Ways to End a Flashback

Tie Back to the Trigger Return to the sensory cue or object that initiated the flashback. Example: The scent of jasmine faded, and she blinked, back in her office. The garden was gone, replaced by the gray walls and the cold glow of her computer screen.

Return to Present Action Use a sharp, present-day event to jolt the character back. Example: “Hey, are you even listening?” Her coworker’s voice snapped her out of the memory. She turned, realizing she’d been staring at the clock for minutes. OR “Are you okay?” His voice cut through the silence, pulling her out of the memory. She nodded quickly, hiding her unease.

Reinforce the Emotional Impact Show how the flashback has affected the character’s current emotions or decisions. Example: The memory left her hands trembling. She wiped her eyes quickly, unwilling to let the tears win this time. She had a meeting to face.

Transition with a Parallel Action Use a seamless flow between the past and present through similar actions or emotions. Example: In the memory, she had dropped the vase, its shattering echoing in the quiet house. Back in the present, her hand hovered over a similar vase on the shelf. She hesitated, her breath shallow, before carefully setting it down as if the past might repeat itself.\

Narrative Reflection Let the character or narrator explicitly acknowledge the memory and its significance. Example: She exhaled, shaking off the memory like dust from an old book. It didn’t matter anymore, she told herself, but her heart still felt heavy.

Anchor to the Setting Bring the reader’s focus back to the surroundings. Example: The memory faded, and she was left staring at the cracked pavement under her feet, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows over the street.

[unboundprompts]

hi! i wanted to ask how could i write a scene of a band performing and make it flow smoothly? Reactions to it and inner dialogue of the leader singer while performing?

I hope that makes sense!

Thank you :)

How to Write a Band Performance

Set the Atmosphere with Sound and Sensory Details

Use sensory language to capture the energy of the music, the movement on stage, and the audience’s reaction. Think about the sounds of instruments, the lights, the thrum of bass vibrating through the floor, or how the crowd looks.

Example: The drums kicked in, a thunderous heartbeat that pulsed through the packed venue. Strings followed, filling the air with an electric charge, and the lights dimmed just enough for the crowd to lean in, hungry for the next note.

Anchor the Lead Singer’s Focus

The lead singer might catch moments in the crowd, like a fan mouthing every lyric, someone laughing, or even seeing familiar faces in the sea of people. These little connections add a human touch and make the performance feel alive.

Example: He spotted a girl in the front row, eyes closed, every word leaving her lips like a prayer. She knew each lyric by heart, maybe better than he did. That look kept him grounded—kept him singing.

Use Inner Dialogue to Show Nerves, Confidence, or Distraction

Let the lead singer’s mind wander a bit, but keep it tethered to the music. They might think of something unrelated that they suppress to stay focused, or maybe they reflect on what this song means to them, especially if it’s deeply personal or symbolic.

Example: Here we go. Breathe. Just like rehearsal. But it was never just like rehearsal. Each word brought him back to the night he wrote it—a night he barely survived. He shook off the thought. No. Tonight, it’s just for them.

Describe Body Movements and How They Connect to Emotion

Physical sensations can be as telling as dialogue. The lead singer might feel the warmth of the spotlight, the stickiness of sweat on their skin, or the way their voice feels strong, raw, or strained.

Example: He gripped the mic stand, fingers tight, and leaned forward. His voice cracked on a high note, but he let it, gave it to the crowd raw. They wanted his truth, his realness. That was all he had to give.

Show the Crowd’s Reaction

Describe reactions like a wave, where energy ebbs and flows. The crowd might sway during slower parts, roar during the chorus, or go silent in the song’s more intimate moments. This back-and-forth dance adds rhythm to the scene.

Example: As the first chorus hit, the crowd became a sea of outstretched hands, fingers clawing for a piece of the music. A roar rose, then softened as they sang with him, their voices tangling with his own, something fragile and fierce all at once.

Balance Between Action and Inner Thoughts

To keep the scene flowing, alternate between what the singer does (interacting with the mic, moving on stage) and what they think. Too much inner dialogue could slow down the scene, so give action and reaction space to keep the reader engaged.

Example: He took a step back, holding the last note, letting it resonate through the space. He stole a glance at his bandmates. They were lost in the music too, faces set, eyes closed. It felt like the old days—a secret between them, shared with everyone.

End with a Climactic Moment or a Release of Tension

End the scene with a dramatic finish, like a powerful note, a burst of applause, or even silence if it’s an emotional song. The lead singer could feel relieved, drained, or exhilarated by the end.

Example: As the last chord faded, a brief silence hung over the crowd—a pause, a heartbeat—before it shattered with applause. He closed his eyes, letting it wash over him, knowing that for now, the song was enough.

[kikunai]

man flopstyle is so pretty but god the css and the theme page itself is a nightmare to me

[sugarcoatedcherry]

Reach Turiya (Void state) in sleep

Words used alternatively- Pure consciousness/Turiya/Void.

Reaching the Turiya state (the "fourth state of consciousness") through sleep is a profound spiritual practice rooted in many traditions, including Vedanta and Tantra. Turiya is a state of pure awareness beyond the three conventional states of waking (jagrat), dreaming (svapna), and deep sleep (sushupti). It represents transcendence and connection to universal consciousness—the formless, eternal aspect of reality.

Turiya is the underlying state of wakefulness, dream state and deep sleep. Experienced yogis and meditators find it easy to transition from wakefulness and Turiya. For the rest of us, transitioning from the other two states is easier.

In sleep, Turiya can be accessed by cultivating awareness during the transitional states of dreaming and deep sleep phases, where ordinary consciousness is dissolved but awareness remains. Here's a detailed explanation of how to use sleep as a pathway to Turiya:

Key Concepts of Turiya and Sleep

1. Waking, Dreaming, and Deep Sleep as Portals:

In waking (jagrat), the mind is tied to the external world. In dreaming (svapna), the mind is absorbed in internal projections. In deep sleep (sushupti), the ego and mind dissolve, but there is no awareness. Turiya exists as the witness behind all these states, observing without being bound by them.

2. Sleep as a Natural Entryway:

Sleep provides a fertile ground to access Turiya because the mental activity reduces significantly, and the ego temporarily dissolves. With training, awareness can be sustained during the transitional phases and deep sleep.

3. Awareness as the Key:

The critical difference between ordinary deep sleep and reaching Turiya is awareness. Normally, in deep sleep, consciousness is inactive. To experience Turiya, one must retain awareness as they transition into and through sleep.

Steps to Reach Turiya through Sleep

1. Preparation Before Sleep:

Meditation: Before lying down, meditate to calm the mind and detach from sensory distractions. Focus on your breath or a mantra to center your awareness.

Intention Setting (Sankalpa): Set a clear intention to remain aware as you fall asleep. A simple affirmation like, "I will remain aware as I drift into sleep and beyond" can help.

Body Relaxation: Practice body awareness or progressive muscle relaxation to ease tension. This creates the foundation for effortless transition into subtle states.

2. During the Hypnagogic State (Between Waking and Sleep):

Observe the shifting mental states as you fall asleep. Be a witness to the random images, thoughts, or sensations without becoming attached to them.

Focus on a mantra, breath, or inner sound (nada). This acts as an anchor for your awareness.

Stay relaxed but vigilant, avoiding active engagement with any arising mental content. The goal is to observe without being drawn into dreams.

3. Cultivating Awareness in Dreaming:

Practice lucid dreaming techniques. By becoming aware in your dreams, you begin to dissolve the boundaries between dream consciousness and the witnessing state of Turiya.

If you become aware that you are dreaming, remind yourself that you are the witness of the dream. This awareness is a step toward accessing Turiya. Follow one of these.

4. Maintaining Awareness in Deep Sleep:

In deep sleep, there are no thoughts, forms, or perceptions—only pure stillness. To reach Turiya, the goal is to remain aware during this formless state. When people say they "woke up" in void, this is what they mean.

5. Practice Witnessing the Transitions:

Pay attention to the gap between wakefulness and sleep, between dreams and deep sleep, and between sleep and wake fullness. These gaps are portals where the ego dissolves, and pure awareness/void can be glimpsed.

Challenges and Solutions

1. Falling Asleep Completely (Losing Awareness):

Solution: Strengthen your practice of mindfulness during the day. The more aware you are in daily life, the easier it becomes to retain awareness during sleep.

2. Restlessness or Overthinking:

Solution: Practice calming pranayama (like Nadi Shodhana) before sleep to quiet the mind. Or switch between direct and indirect techniques.

3. Difficulty Transitioning into Deep Sleep Awareness:

Solution: Focus on the witnessing state during meditation daily. This helps train your mind to maintain awareness even in non-ordinary states. Or use Lucid dreaming techniques instead.

Vijñāna Bhairava Tantra is an ancient Hindu scripture that reveals 112 techniques to enter the void state. Let me know if you want a post on that.

(this is not the guide/challenge I was talking about, this is only a informational post. The other one will be out by tomorrow)

[rin-and-jade]

Heres a reminder for you that being dissociated isn't limited to the common misconception where you are frozen in place, incapable of doing anything or even thinking, or experiencing a significant time gap,, those things. (This is a very important post, read till bottom so im happy!)

And while its hard to spot the milder signs when you're dissociating, don't worry i got you covered by bringing awareness, im showing what those signs could look like:

Dazing/blanking out several times

Hands looking weird (depersonalization)

Surroundings also looking weird (derealization)

Feeling detached emotionally, physically, or both

Light-headedness

Less reactive in responding

Forget things more often

Unable to focus or keep concentration straight

And many more..!

When you have multiple of those signs at once, then chances are you are dissociating (extra note that it can also co-occur with derealization/depersonalization). While it can be caused by various factors, i would like to add that it may or may not get worse as time passes and no one wants that thing to snowball until it got too bad (remember, preventing now is better than dealing later) so having a few tips would help:

Grounding (sensory): listening to music, feeling different textures, paying attention to things in your surroundings, trying different fragrant or scents, have some snacks to occupy your senses

Grounding (physically): feel your chest as you breathe, get your body moving to redirect focus, splash some cold water, hold something you can squeeze (such as a stress ball)

Practice being mindful. As it can help you re-anchor back to reality faster, regulate better, building more resilience, increasing awareness of oneself's state

Sometimes we go do our day without giving a thought that were detached from reality, usually by going autopilot and scrolling through social medias without being aware (well, atleast for me) and forget lots of things while being dysregulated at the end. So by being aware of the mild signs and incorporating grounding skills im sure memory gaps and those funny aftermath stuffs won't be a problem anymore, have a good day peeps.

EDIT: I forgot to mention that another sign is your hearing feels muffled, that you can hear sounds feel more distant despite close, i thought it could be grouped with the “less reactive” before.

EDIT 2: It is true that sometimes these techniques will not work,, so it's recommended to create a peaceful environment in hopes of going away sooner when waiting it out. grab some videos to watch, put some of your favorite musics or cuddle your soft pillows (if any, pets) and stay comfy! Do not stress about it because it'll be counterproductive. Full explanation at here.

- j

[curatedbyondrea]

The Art of Rest: 7 Invitations to Recharge Your Feminine Energy

Ah, rest. The very word evokes a sense of tranquility, a sigh of relief as we sink into a haven of rejuvenation. But in our busy lives, rest can often feel like a luxury we can't afford. Yet, true well-being hinges on this precious practice.

Just like a beautiful flower needs a variety of nurturing elements to bloom, we as women require different kinds of rest to flourish. Let's explore seven invitations to cultivate a deeper sense of rest and radiate your feminine energy from the inside out.

1. The Invitation to Physical Ease: Imagine yourself nestled in cozy blankets, the soft weight of sleep gently cradling your body. Physical rest is the foundation, allowing our muscles to mend and our energy to replenish. Grant yourself the gift of sufficient sleep, gentle stretches, or a warm bath – acts of kindness your body will surely thank you for.

2. The Invitation to Quiet Your Mind: Our thoughts can sometimes feel like a relentless current, pulling us in a million directions. Mental rest is about creating a sanctuary within. Curl up with a calming book, step outside for a mindful walk, or simply allow your breath to be your anchor. As your mind quiets, a sense of peace will naturally wash over you.

3. The Invitation to Sensory Solace: Dim the bright lights, put down the phone, and allow yourself to truly listen to the world around you. Sensory rest is a gentle retreat from the constant stimulation of modern life. Create a calming ambiance with soft music, or step outside and feel the earth beneath your bare feet. Let your senses savor the present moment.

4. The Invitation to Unleash Creativity: Sometimes, the most creative ideas spark when we allow ourselves to simply be. Creative rest isn't about forcing inspiration, but rather letting it flow freely. Engage in activities that bring you joy, like dancing to your favorite music, or simply daydreaming with a cup of tea.

5. The Invitation to Nurture Your Emotions: Just like delicate flowers, our emotions need tending to. Emotional rest is about creating a safe space to process your feelings, whether through journaling, spending time with a trusted friend, or simply allowing yourself to cry. By acknowledging your emotions, you create space for inner peace to blossom.

6. The Invitation to Embrace Solitude: While connection is vital, social rest allows us to fully recharge. Take an afternoon for yourself, curl up with a good book, or simply enjoy the quiet company of your own thoughts. In this solitude, you'll discover a renewed capacity for connection when you return to social spaces.

7. The Invitation to Connect with Something Bigger: Spiritual rest allows us to connect with something that transcends the everyday. This might involve spending time in nature, practicing a form of meditation, or simply reflecting on your values and purpose. By nurturing this connection, you'll find a deeper sense of peace and grounding.

By embracing these invitations to rest, you'll discover a wellspring of renewed energy, a blossoming of creativity, and a radiant inner glow that exemplifies the true essence of feminine energy. Remember, dear friend, rest is not a sign of weakness; it's the foundation for a life overflowing with grace and strength.

[melanchoire]

Reader has an oral fixation and is usually sucking on lollipops to soothe the fixation but when there’s none for her to fixate on her girlfriend (Karina)offers to help her out by letting her suck on her boobs/breasts/tits(idk which to use lol)

BETTER THAN SWEETS ──── yu jimin

── ( 🍨 ) you’ve always found comfort in the sweet, hard shell of a lollipop, the constant motion a balm for your restless mind; however, your chronic oral fixation, fueled by an endless supply of lollipops and the incessant schmack of your chewing, has finally pushed karina, your girlfriend, to the edge; one night, instead of nagging or leaving, she takes matters (and your mouth) into her own hands, devising an intensely sensual and shockingly effective intervention that will challenge everything you think you know about your desires… and maybe even her own.

pairing. soft dom!girlfriend!karina x sub!girlfriend!fem reader

warning(s). nipple play, titsucking, oral fixation, suggestive at the end.

word count. 2,5k

the flicker of the television screen dances on the walls, a pale blue glow that does little to illuminate the comfortable clutter of your apartment. karina is lost in the endless scroll of her phone, the soft tap–tap–tapping a counterpoint to the quiet hum of the refrigerator. you barely register the movie playing on the screen, your world narrowed to the sweet, artificial cherry flavor coating your tongue. this is your haven, this small, sugary escape. you’ve always found comfort in the act of sucking, chewing, the sensation of something in your mouth, and a lollipop is a perfect, portable solution.

the sweetness coats your tongue, a familiar comfort, a sensory anchor in the mundane. you run the hard candy over your teeth, licking the sugary surface, the rhythmic sound of your enjoyment filling the space. it’s always been like this. when you were a child, you were a magnet for well–meaning adults, hands filled with sugary treats, happy to indulge your insatiable sweet tooth. it was a simple, innocent pleasure then; grandparents would slip you hard candies, aunts would press chocolates into your palms, and the world felt like a giant, edible playground.

but then you grew up, and your habits, like everything else, evolved. the candies became gum, then lollipops, then the nervous gnawing of pen caps during class. you knew it was a quirk, an oddity, but it was a part of you, and you’d learned to live with it, mostly.

you steal a glance at karina, lost in the glow of her phone screen. you’re grateful for her understanding, her acceptance when you first hesitantly confessed your “problem” as you sometimes called it. to her, it was just another habit, like the way she always rearranged the throw pillows on the couch or how she had to have the radio on while she was showering. “everyone had their things” she had said.

but tonight, the silence of the apartment is suddenly broken by the thunk of her phone hitting the coffee table. you’re pulled from your sugary reverie as her eyes, a deep, startling brown, land on you. her face is devoid of expression, an unsettling blankness that makes your stomach clench.

karina throws her phone onto the coffee table, the sudden clatter startling you. she turns to you, her eyes fixed on you, her expression unreadable, blank. “do you have to chew it like that?” her voice is flat, devoid of the usual warmth. “like you’re a horse eating grass or something?”

the question catches you off guard. you pull the lollipop from your mouth, the sweet, cherry scent still lingering in the air. “was i… making a lot of noise?” you hadn’t noticed, lost in the comfort of the familiar flavor and the rhythmic motions. you’d been so focused on the simple act, you hadn't even considered that it might grate on someone else.

she folds her arms, her gaze intense. “It’s like… i can hear you slurping it from across the room.”

you set the lollipop on the table, the plastic stick clicking softly against the glass. “sorry, i didn’t realize.”

a moment of silence hangs between you, thick and uncomfortable. then, she asks, “how long have you had that thing? you opened it this morning, right?”

your heart sinks a little. you know she means well; she’s always been concerned about your well–being. but this feels different, like a criticism. “uhm, actually.” you admit. “i had more than one.”

her eyebrows shoot up, a flicker of surprise in her eyes. “more than one? how many more?” she asks, incredulous. “you didn’t even eat lunch. how are you not sick?”

you nod, avoiding her eyes, suddenly feeling like a misbehaving child caught with your hand in the cookie jar. “i… i don’t know...” you can’t bring yourself to look at her. “i think— three? maybe four?”

a sharp intake of breath. “four lollipops? today? that’s… a lot of sugar, isn’t it?”

you feel a prickle of defensiveness. “it’s not like i’m eating them all at once!” you quickly add: “mostly.”

she looks at you, a mixture of exasperation and worry swirling in her eyes. “okay...” she says, her voice calmer. “okay... you know, i used to buy you those boxes of lollipops, because i thought it was… helpful, to allow it. i never thought you did it so much.”

you’re immediately sheepish. it wasn’t to hurt. you never thought you did it that much.

you shrug, a little sheepish. you know it’s a lot of sugar, but it’s not about the sugar, not really. It’s the sensation, the movement, the comfort. you carefully remove the lollipop, leaving it on the coffee table, discarded like a toy that has outlived its use. you were about to reach for it but she called you over.

“come here.” she gestures for you to come closer. you obey, your heart pounding a strange mix of nervousness and anticipation. you settle onto her lap, the soft fabric of her pajamas a welcome contrast to the sudden tension — along with the gentle pressure of her thighs against yours sends a shiver down your spine.

her hands find your hips, her fingers tracing gentle circles on your sides. she smiles, that slow, mesmerizing smile that always sends shivers down your spine.

her voice, usually laced with warmth and amusement, is now a husky whisper that makes your skin prickle. “maybe…maybe we could try something different.” she purrs, her fingers lightly tracing the curve of your hip, but moving away from your curves and towards her own pajama shirt.

the buttons of her pajama shirt yield to her nimble fingers, one by one, until the silk falls away, revealing the soft, pale expanse of her chest. the sight of her breasts, full and inviting, sends a jolt of heat through your veins. they look… edible. the thought, unbidden, makes you blush.

her fingers dance over your skin, sending sparks of desire through your veins. “think you can help me out with that?” she asks, her fingers trailing up your sides in a light caress. “try something new?”

your gaze is fixated on her chest, your mouth suddenly dry. the craving you usually satisfied with sweets takes on a new, almost overwhelming intensity. it’s not just about the taste or texture anymore, it’s about something deeper, a connection. you nod, your own hands reaching up to touch her, to feel the warmth of her skin.

karina leans closer, her gaze locking onto yours. “I’ve always wondered if you…” she hesitates, a shy smile playing on her lips. “if you’d like to try this.” her hands, now gripping your hips with more purpose, guide you forward. your face is level with her chest now, the faint scent of her skin and vanilla lotion filling your senses.

a soft gasp escapes you as she gently pushes your head forward, her fingers threading through your hair, guiding you toward her right breast. it feels incredibly soft against your cheek, warm and pliant. you hesitate for a moment, still processing the sudden turn this night has taken. but then, she strokes your hair again, her low hum vibrating through her chest, and the last vestiges of hesitation melt away.

you open your mouth, and with a nervous, almost reverent gentleness, you take her nipple into your mouth. it’s softer and warmer than anything you’ve ever tasted.

she leans her head back against the sofa, a soft moan escaping her lips as your mouth finally reaches her. the skin is soft and warm, and as you gently suck, the taste is intoxicating, a combination of her soft skin, warm body temperature, and the subtle, almost salty flavor of her sweat. a tiny gasp as you explore her. the feeling is overwhelming, the warmth and softness nothing like the artificial sweetness you usually crave, and you find yourself drawn in, completely captivated.

her hands tangle in your hair, her fingers gripping and massaging your scalp as you continue. you suck on her nipple, your lips moving in a gentle way that she deeply appreciates. her skin is supple and soft, the perfect texture just for you. you suckle gently, your tongue dancing over her nipple, reveling in the sounds escaping her lips: moans of pleasure mixed with soft sighs.

your tongue circles the areola, exploring the texture of her skin, before you begin to suckle more. it’s not a frantic, desperate need, but a slow, deliberate exploration, as if your mouth is mapping every inch of her. with each delicate tug, a wave of pleasure washes over you, and the gentle hums escaping karina’s throat become more pronounced, a clear indication that you are doing something right.

“oh, baby.” she murmurs, her voice thick with a mixture of pleasure and wonder. “that feels… incredible.”

you continue, drawing her nipple further into your mouth, your lips caressing the sensitive skin. you suckle harder, the gentle tugging a source of immense satisfaction. the taste of her skin is subtle, slightly salty and warm, and it mixes with the faint scent of her vanilla lotion, creating an intoxicating combination. you move back and forth, letting your tongue flick over her nipple, the soft rasp driving her wild.

“you’re so good.” she whispers, her hands moving from your hair to your back, pulling you closer, her nails lightly scratching at your skin. “you have such a gentle mouth, baby. i love the way you’re doing this." her words, a gentle wave of praise, makes you want to continue, to explore every inch of her, to taste her entire body.

you try to deepen your hold, your hands cupping her breast, trying to draw her closer, as if to meld yourselves. the sensations are overwhelming, and so you concentrate your efforts on pleasing her. you suck a little harder and she moans again.

“you’re so good.” she says, her voice breathless. “so, so good. i love how you do that.”

you shift to her other breast, teasing and tantalizing her nipple, drawing out soft groans and shivers from her. the low hum of her pleasure is a melody you find yourself wanting to replay forever. you lick, you suck, you nibble, exploring every inch with your mouth, finding satisfaction in her pleasure.

“yes...” she breathes out. “that’s it. you’re making me crazy.”

as you continue to suckle, the tension in your shoulders starts to melt away. it’s like you’ve found the perfect substitute for the lollipops, a new and infinitely more satisfying way to soothe your oral fixation. you’re not just filling a need, you’re connecting with karina on a deeply intimate level, sharing a moment of vulnerability and pleasure. her skin is soft against your lips, her heartbeat a comforting rhythm against your cheek, and each delicate suck brings her closer to you, and you to her.

you pause for a moment, looking up at her. Her eyes are half–closed, her lips parted, and your skin tingles with the power that your mouth has over her. she looks beautiful, vulnerable, and utterly in your thrall.

“you’re my little baby.” she murmurs, her fingers tracing the line of your cheek, and she pulls you back to her chest. the sweetness of her skin fills your mouth as you continue to suck, your desire finding not just release, but connection and genuine, deep intimacy. this is so much better than any lollipop could offer, and you know, in this moment, that this is exactly where you’re meant to be.

oh, and that’s what makes you completely lose the little sanity that was still present in your system.

your hand, almost instinctively, seeks the other breast. you cup it gently, the weight a grounding sensation. you press your face further into the first, inhaling the scent of her skin, a warm mix of vanilla and something uniquely karina. it’s a comfort, a balm for a restless soul. you find yourself tracing the areola with your tongue, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine, not of sexual arousal, but of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

karina doesn’t react at first, content to let you have your moment of quiet bliss. but then, you start to get silly. it’s not intentional, not exactly. it’s like a switch flips, and the playful, somewhat childish side of you takes over. you don’t realize it, but you accidentally start drooling on her skin, your attention on her mounds becoming more messy, your hand now moving to grasp the second breast. it’s a clumsy hold, a little too tight, but somehow right. you pull the other one closer to your mouth.

this is where things take a turn. you try to hold each of her breasts cupped in your hands while trying to keep the other one in your mouth. you’re like a newborn, trying to coordinate your limbs, and she can’t help but burst into laughter. it’s a bubbly, infectious sound, the kind that warms your chest from the inside out. it’s not mockery, but genuine amusement, and something that makes her whole face shine.

you lift your head, a little confused by the sudden sound. you see her face, lit up with laughter, her eyes sparkling with mirth. it’s both disarming and strangely endearing. your usual self might be mortified, but in this moment, you find yourself beaming back at her. you look like a little kid who's just found the best toy in history. you even try to nuzzle back into her chest, trying to recapture the feeling, but she gently pushes you back slightly, still chuckling.

“alright, you little baby.” she says, her voice laced with a playful tenderness. “i think that’s enough now.” you try to move back into position, reaching for them again, but she holds you back. this time, there's a sparkle of something more in her eyes.

she gently but firmly pushes you away from her chest, her hands now resting on your shoulders. your lower lip pouts out, and you make a grab for her breast, your face now a mask of mock desperation.

“no, no, no.” she says, shaking her head, “that’s enough. it’s time to move on.”

you whine, a low sound of protest that somehow manages to sound both comical and needy. you try to nuzzle back, your hands searching for a familiar grip. but she’s firm, her hands a gentle but impassable barrier.

“oh, don’t give me that face.” she says, her eyes dancing with mischief. “i have something planned, and it’s time to go to the bedroom.”

a slow smile spreads across your face, a sudden rush of excitement replacing your earlier silliness. you can’t help but notice the way her eyes are sparkling, the promise that lingers in her voice, and your heart skips a beat.

"the bedroom?" you ask, your voice a husky whisper, no longer childish.

karina smiles, a slow, knowing smile that sends shivers down your spine. she takes your hand, pulls you to your feet, and tugs you towards the bedroom. “yes, the bedroom,” she repeats, her eyes never leaving yours, “now, come on.”

and as she leads you away, the lingering scent of her perfume still clinging to your skin, you feel a thrill of anticipation wash over you.

based on her smile, you can’t tell if that means she’ll let you fuck her with the strap–on in missionary to have her tits bouncing in front of your face and do whatever you want with them or she’ll fuck you with the strap and put two fingers in your mouth when she feels you’re being too loud.

[darqx]

Snakes on a post

Another particularly long answer dump since i, once again, have a backlog of things to potentially answer |D

❗️For commonly asked qs please see my BTD FAQ

Got jumpscared with my own old art for a hot minute there LAUGHS.

(For those wondering, the naga doodle from here was attached to the ask)

That is every other Royal that exists in the Nether and also at least some of the demons that challenged him for his Royal title lol.

Believe me, no one was or is more surprised then me XD;

So, the thing about where Rire's ichor manifests is that it kinda exists and doesn't exist at the same time. Meaning that his upper back is where the manifestation point is anchored, BUT it can still manifest with a bit of space in between it and his back hence why it will manifest over his clothes and not through them.

So if you touch where the manifestation point is sans the ichor, than you are just straight up touching his back. With the ichor, he still gets sensory input from the tentacles to his back but it's a lot more soft and muted esp the further away it gets from him. As you've seen implied though, he would feel a very sharp pain if a great deal of damage was done to the ichor where it clusters at the manifestation point, since he'd DEF be feeling that straight in his back lol.

He is definitely a top and the only way he would bottom for anybody is if they somehow forced him to.

Ah i knew i'd answered this a long time ago [finally found it]! Holy crosses (those that have been blessed) can also burn him but they would need to be in contact with him the entire time. Being a Royal he also has more of a tolerance to these than normal demons.

Well, unless said person actually has the undeniable ability to make good on their words, Rire would just stand there rather genially with that little smile he sometimes has and let them finish.

And then he might use them as reverse suggestions for dealing with said person (why would you give him any ideas!!?)

both

In BTD canon it is quite possible that they actually haven't in person. But we are using creative license here haha.

Rire heals a lot faster than a human. Cain is not my character so I don't know how his stacks up.

I've grouped these asks cos they kind of have similar answers - 360° (jk sorry sorry to the second q that is just a very common spelling mistake and I couldn't resist XD; )

Now, even though we mashed all the characs together in BTD, they all actually come from different storylines and so their canons outside the "BTD canon" may differ. This tends to bleed in. With this in mind:

The rules of Rire's canon (eg the concept of Battle Royales and how to become a Royal) don't apply to Cain. Anyway, they don't live in the same place either.

Cain is canonically the oldest and most OP character in BTD lol so yes he is stronger than Rire - you might've noticed, but Rire is never in the same drawing as Cain voluntarily. I play with this along with the "natural weakness" aspect - which I've also referred to as scissors-paper-rock rules XD Basically; demons beat humans, angels beat demons (purely because demons have weakness against holiness).

It would (be insane) but I hope you are not looking at me to fulfil this :d

Not really

His coronation day is a public holiday in his sector so yes XD

Aww thank you very much for your interest! ≧(´▽｀)≦ It's really cool that some of you guys want to actually fund such a thing - I'd have thought you'd have enough of him killing you in BTD1 XD Unfortunately, I have no plans for a Rire game at the moment as I'm working on a webcomic which looks like it will take up all my free time (that being said, he will be in the webcomic at some point).

Nope! Although i can kinda see why you might think that lol.

Whatever that one is where he doesn't particularly care what someone else identifies as. It really makes no difference to him or how he will act.

There are viruses in the Nether that if contracted could potentially kill you, yes. Part of being a Royal is becoming a lot more robust than normal Demons though. As for if/when Rire dies, I dunno maybe either in a Battle Royale somewhere thousands of years down the line or by old age (which is rare for a Royal but not impossible if you play your cards right).

If you are asking if he has a heat/rut of some sort, he does not |D

[bestanimal]

Round 1 - Phylum Gastrotricha

(Sources - 1, 2, 3, 4)

The Phylum Gastrotricha, animals commonly referred to as hairybellies or hairybacks, are a group of microscopic, cylindrical animals.

They are widely distributed and abundant in both freshwater and marine environments, though some species can be found on land living in the film of water surrounding grains of soil. Though simple, they have a head region, with a brain and sensory organs, and a trunk with a simple gut and reproductive organs. They anchor themselves to the substrate via adhesive glands and use cilia (said “hair”) to move around. They feed on detritus and have a lifespan of just a few days. Nearly 800 species of gastrotrich have been described.

Propaganda under the cut:

Fertilized eggs leave their parents by bursting out through the skin, which then repairs itself. Pretty metal tbh

Some species are capable of laying eggs that remain dormant during times when the young would be unlikely to survive, but are also capable of laying normal eggs in times of plenty.

Baby gastrotrichs just look like miniature adults (or, miniature miniature adults), and reach sexual maturity in about three days.

One species has lived up to 40 days in a lab, producing 4-5 eggs during the first 10 days of its life.

Basically a whole phylum dedicated to living fast and dying young

Idk they’re kinda cute

[hargreeves-duncan]

hi!! i would like to request a Viktor Hargreaves x fem!reader period comfort (fluff)? i’m currently going through my cycle and really would love some comfort from my fav boy, totally understandable if you don’t want to do this :] <33

a/n: thank you for your request!! period comfort fics are my LIFELINE when i’m on mine so i totally get it. it's a little short but i hope that you love it nonetheless❤️

summary: your boyfriend always knows how to comfort you

warnings: none!

word count: 1.0k

It had been a really long day. The second day of your period was famously the worst and it was just your luck that you had been scheduled for tonight's evening shift, when Hotel Obsidian’s bar was at its busiest. Bartending was a drag at the best of times, but tonight you could not be bothered.

By the end of your shift, you were sick of socialising and you couldn’t bear to have another person even look at you. Your feet were aching in your stupid, uniform-code shoes and your entire body felt like it had an anchor weighing it down.

You ran your hands through your hair, undoing the work of the gel that had slicked it down all evening. Everything was feeling like a sensory overload right now and the sticky feeling of your hair on your head along with the throbbing in your head and stomach was proving to be too much.

The rest of the evening’s staff had gone up to bed, having been replaced by those unlucky enough to be working the graveyard shift, and in the late hours of the evening, the sky had turned dark. You took the elevator, selecting the floor of Viktor’s room.

As you walked down the corridor, you couldn’t help but feel grateful, knowing that you’d get to spend the rest of the night and morning in the arms of your boyfriend. The door to your room popped open with a gentle click.

As if sensing your presence, Viktor sat up in bed on his elbows, “Y/N?” He called, squinting at the darkness that covered the room.

Your voice croaky, you mumble a quiet ‘hi’. You toss your room key onto the table and hold onto its matching chair as you slip your shoes off, one by one, throwing them behind you. Viktor smiled gently at you, pushing himself up and resting against the headboard.

You slip off your uniform and Viktor watches you with a gentle smile as you change into more comfortable clothes. Noticing your wiped out demeanour, his eyes soften and he opens his arms for you, “You look tired...”

“Mm… that's because I am,” You say, crawling into bed next to him, “I’m sick of people today.”

He pulls the covers up over your chest, wrapping you up warmly. He pecks your cheek, brushing your hair from your face, “I’m sorry.” He says, his hand moving under the covers to gently rub your lower abdomen.

You sigh happily, leaning your head on him. You smile, “Don’t be sorry. It’s not your job to be sorry.”

Viktor continued to rest his hand on your tummy, hoping his touch would provide you with some comfort, “No, I know, I just… it sucks, you know?”

You hum in agreement as Viktor followed his words up by asking, “What about your cramps? Have they gotten any better?”

He asked, running his hands over your bare skin. His fingers ran back and forth over you, matching the pace of your breathing. You nod, “A little.”

Viktor nodded, cooing softly, “Good, that’s good.” You shifted so that your head rested on his chest, letting you spend a moment, taking in the sound of his breathing. It’s peaceful at this time of night, but, despite the relaxed atmosphere, you still couldn’t settle.

You started to fidget. You fussed over the feeling of your hoodie on your body, the drawstrings were starting to annoy you. You pouted, letting out a small, “Hmph.”

Viktor looked down at your frowning face, “What’s wrong? Do you need me to get anything for you?”

You shake your head, but your pouting didn’t stop. After a moment, you sigh and turn, so that your face is buried in his chest.

“I really want scrambled eggs right now.” You mumble sadly, smacking your lips together as you thought of how good your salty craving would taste.

You felt the rumble of Viktor’s laughter beneath you. He looked down, tilting his head to the side, as he smiled, “Right now? It’s one in the morning.”

“Yeah, I know, but I just want them.” You laugh softly, burying your face against him and breathing in his scent. You felt the tension in your shoulders release.

“I don’t think they make them at this time of night,” Viktor moved his fingers up and began to run them through your hair. He hummed gently, “But I’ll get you some when you wake up, okay? I’ll order room service.”

“Kay.” You muttered softly. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, continuing to massage your scalp in gentle motions as you let out a small huff of frustration at having to wait a whole eight hours.

You sighed, curling up closer to him. His fingers gently began to trail up and down your back in soothing motions. You whined again, wiggling your hips to try and find a position that was comfortable.

He smiled amusedly, moving you so that you were lying on the bed. He began to get up, “You know… I can go and get you some Tylenol or something, if that’d help.”

“No!” You protest, wrapping your arms around his hips as you rest your head on him again, “Stay here, with me.”

Viktor laughed softly, running his hand through your hair again, “I’m not going anywhere crazy. I just want to get you something so that you can feel better.”

You shake your head, clinging to him tighter, “I don’t need it.” Your cheeks were looking a little sickly, and if you were honest with yourself, the pain was starting to make you feel sick, but you didn’t care right now.

Viktor shook his head, smiling at you, “Sometimes you can be so stubborn.” He said, pulling you closer to that you lay on top of him, your limbs tangling with his.

You shrug, smiling sleepily as you press a kiss to his lips, “Just let me have this.”

Viktor chuckled and nodded, pecking your lips again, “Alright.” You cuddle up to your boyfriend and before long, he can hear the soft sighs of you, sound asleep.

[xyywrites]

Contextual Details in Description

When you add contextual depth to the little things around your characters, you can subtly reveal their emotions, their past, and even the plot itself without hitting readers over the head with it. Here’s how to do it. 👇

1. The Vase on the Table

Instead of just saying “There was a vase on the table,” you could add:

"A cracked vase sat on the table, half-filling with wilting daisies, the dried petals spilling onto the wood in a scatter of pale yellow."

This says a lot more, right? 👀 The broken vase suggests something is off. Maybe it’s been neglected or maybe it’s been damaged by something or someone. The wilting flowers signal that time has passed, that things are not as they should be. And the pale yellow petals spilling over could symbolize something fragile—emotions, perhaps, or relationships in the story that are falling apart. You’ve got a moment in just that vase.

2. The Book in Her Hand

Instead of saying “She held a book,” try:

"Her fingers curled around the edges of the leather-bound book like it was a lifeline, the faint smell of ink and paper clinging to the cover as if it had absorbed every secret she’d ever whispered into its pages."

Now, the book isn’t just an object—it’s an anchor for her emotional state. The “lifeline” suggests she’s in turmoil, possibly using the book to find comfort or distraction. The detail of the “smell of ink and paper” gives us sensory insight, while also implying that the book is well-worn, loved, or possibly even overused in moments of solitude. Suddenly, this book tells us something about her, too.

TL;DR

In literature, every description should serve multiple functions:

Setting the Scene – What does this detail tell us about the environment?

Revealing Character Emotion – How does the character interact with this object? Is it a source of comfort or pain?

Foreshadowing or Thematic Connection – Does this object hint at something bigger coming up?

[turntechcosplayer]

🍒SKIN: Spencer Reid x Reader

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Word Count: 3.1k

This is my first piece for Kinktober, in which these kinks are explored:

1.) Fire and Ice 2.) Sensory Play 3.) Somnophilia 4.) Praise 5.) Bondage

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I watched as Spencer stood behind me in the mirror. His eyes scanned up and down my body. He hesitantly reached up and placed his hands on my arms, dragging them down to interlace our fingers. He leaned in slowly, wrapping his arms, and therefore my arms, around my middle, tucking his head into my neck and kissing down my skin gently. Goosebumps raised along my bare shoulders, arms, breasts, and legs. My nipples hardened and I felt Spencer drag his lips down my neck, finally perching them on my shoulder before looking up to meet my eyes.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Spencer asked. I sucked in a deep breath and slowly nodded.

“I’m ready…” Spencer reached into his back pocket, pulling out the black slip of fabric. He reached up, fastening it around my eyes. I let out a quiet sigh, swallowing hard as my eyes fluttered closed. His strong hands ghosted down my shoulders and down my sides, landing on my waist for a moment. He was probably examining my body in the mirror as he usually did on nights like these. This was my first time trying this, but Spencer had expressed it was something he enjoyed, so I was immediately interested in trying it. The fingers of his left hand splayed out against my supple skin and I sighed, letting my head loll back against him. His other hand wrapped around my wrist. He led me out of his bedroom and into his kitchen. The smell of lit candles flooded my senses as he backed me up against his kitchen table.

“You can turn back at any time.” He whispered. My lips parted, but no sound came out. I closed them and rolled my tongue around in my mouth for a moment. It suddenly felt very out of place. I raised my hand to where I knew his face would be, leading him down slightly. He leaned in until our lips were almost touching.

“I trust you…” I said against his lips. 

“That’s what I like to hear.” He murmured, “Good girl…” He connected our lips and I felt a warmth flood through my body that only his kiss could bring upon me. Every feeling in my body became sharper. The hardwood beneath my bare feet felt smooth with only a small divot under the ball of my right foot and the table pressed against my ass was cold. But these feelings brought me no goosebumps and raised no hairs on my arms. The warmth of Spencer spread from his hand on my waist, his face against my hand, and his lips against mine. He pulled back and I could feel the cold again. He guided my body wordlessly to lie back on the table, turning me so I was lying lengthwise. Feeling the freezing table that my back pressed into made the downy hairs on my body finally stand at attention again. “You look so fucking beautiful…” Spencer said in a low, breathless voice. I then heard the unmistakable sound of a camera, the sound of a polaroid photo sliding out of the camera. A heavy blush coated my face. “Oh… this is going in my wallet.” He whispered. I felt his hands on my arm, pulling it up above my head. I then felt a leather restraint wrap around my wrist, anchoring me to one of the table legs. He did the same with my other arm, then moving on to my legs, anchoring my ankles.

My heartbeat quickened and pulled slightly on my things binding my arms. They had some give to them. I then tested out my ankle restraints. They had barely any. I sucked in another deep breath, feeling things being placed around me. Heat radiated against the right side of my rib cage. It must’ve been a candle. I inhaled through my nose. It smelled like… sage and… cedar? Yes, cedar- I was pulled from my thoughts by the sound of ice clinking into a glass, then the sound of Spencer’s sock-clad feet padding back over to where I was. 

“Are you ready…?” He asked. I ran my fingers along the edge of the table and cocked my head up towards where I assumed Spencer stood.

“Yes.” I whispered. I hear him lift the glass and tip it, most likely into his mouth. An ice cube clinked against his teeth and my breathing became louder in anticipation. I heard him set the glass down beside my arm.

I then felt his breath on my chest, right above my right breast. My teeth dug into my bottom lip and I held my breath as his head dipped lower and I felt the ice cube finally make contact with my skin. My breath erupted out from my mouth and my chest retreated slightly from the cold. A dark chuckle came from Spencer’s lips, bending around the ice cube to meet my ears.

“God, Spencer…” I whispered. He leaned back in, dragging the ice cube along the top contour of my breast. My goosebumps became more and more intense and a ragged breath tore its way forth from my lungs. “Oh… Oh my god…” 

“Mmh?” Spencer hummed.

“Good… It’s good…” I whispered. He continued his movements, dragging the ice cube down the valley between my breasts, pulling his mouth away and leaving the ice cube there. He picked up the glass, tipping it up again and catching another ice cube in his mouth. I fluttered my eyes open and closed, feeling my eyelashes against the fabric of the blindfold. The knot pressed into the back of my head and I attempted to pull my arms closer to my chest. I knew my nipples were hard and there were goosebumps raised all along my skin. I heard him round the table and I felt him place the ice cube down above my left breast. He gave me a moment to get used to the sensation before he dragged it along the top contour as that breast, he let it follow the same path as the other ice cube, letting it rest just behind the first. He pulled his mouth away from me and I heard him pull up a chair. I felt the ice cubes melt on my skin, the water running down and pooling on my stomach.

“How does it feel…?” Spencer asked.

“Fuck, Spencer… This is… This is amazing…” I heard his lips part into a smile. He stood and bent over my body, bracing himself against the table. His lips parted and he laid his tongue flatly on my nipple. I bent into him and instinctively moved my arms to caress his head, feeling the immediate and undeliberate halt of my movements from the restraints. He grinned against my breast, taking my nipple fully into his mouth, sucking and lapping his tongue against it. His mouth was still coated with the residual cold from the ice. The juxtaposition of his warm mouth and the cold on the tip of his tongue and his lips were almost enough to drive me insane. My back arched, desperately trying to feel more of him, but all I felt was the cold water droplets rolling off my sides. Spencer pulled his mouth away from my nipple fluidly and I heard him kneel. I then felt his tongue on my side, just where the water had rolled off. His tongue took the water’s reverse path until he landed between my breasts. Chills covered every inch of my body as he continued up to the base of my neck. I tilted my head up to expose more of my neck to him, but he didn’t go further. Instead, he rounded the table and I heard another ice cube clink out of the glass. 

This one, he guided with his hand. I could tell because his breath was no longer on me. He placed the ice cube at the base of my tummy, slowly dragging it up in a straight line. He then arrived back at the base of my neck where he paused. I positioned my neck how I had before, tilting my head back, surrendering to him. I sighed loudly as he ran the ice cube up my neck and under my chin to my lips. I opened my mouth and he slipped the ice cube, leaving it there for a moment before leaning down. He pressed his lips to mine, rolling his tongue along the ice cube, then pulling it from my mouth. He dragged it down my neck, leaving it there. He let it go and stood. I then heard the polaroid noise again.

“Fuck… You are… God you look so fucking amazing right now.” He whispered. I blushed. “Are you ready?” My lips parted and I took a deep breath.

“Kiss me first?” I asked. I heard his lips part into a smile.

“Of course.” He murmured. He leaned in, connecting our lips again. His were cold, and now mine were too. He only lingered for a moment, but it was enough to quell any nervousness in my gut. It was now replaced with anticipation. He stood back up and I heard him pick up the candle. I took a deep breath and shut my eyes tight.

“Okay… I’m ready.” I said. I waited, feeling the butterflies in my stomach become more and more rambunctious. I then felt the hot wax splash down between my breasts. “Ah- Ah! Fuck!

“Are you alright?” Spencer asked, stopping the flow of wax. I breathed deeply, the breaths coming out in a shaky way.

“Fuck yes.” I whispered. I heard Spencer smile. He knew I’d love it. He let the wax continue in a line around the top and bottom contours of my breasts, then down my stomach. I shuddered and arched my back as we went lower. I felt the wax lines crack on my skin. He poured more wax down both legs all the way to my ankles. The warmth burned through my skin and my breathing became shallow. I blew out a breath and my toes curled. Then I felt something that sent shockwaves through my body. Hot wax cascaded down on my left nipple while an ice cube laid flatly on the other. “Spence…” I whispered. He didn’t move. My back arched and I tugged against my restraints, curling my toes and clenching my fists.

“Stop squirming.” Spencer commanded, I did as I was told. “Good girl…” He whispered. He raised the ice cube and placed it between my lips. I then felt his mouth envelope my nipple.

“Ah… Spencer…” I hummed.

“Mhm…?” He hummed back. I pulled on my wrist restraints, desperately wanting to tangle my fingers in his long, gorgeous hair like I had so many times before.

“Let me touch you…” I whined, “Please?”

“I’m sorry baby…” He whispered, pulling away from me, “But no.” He leaned down and I felt his lips ghost down my stomach.

“Mmh… Spencer…” I heard him round the table and drag his chair down between my legs, taking a seat. I knew what he expected, what he wanted. But I didn’t know if I could do it. I took a deep breath, stretching my body slightly, pulling my knees up a bit. My mobility was severely limited. I ran my fingers along the edge of the table, inhaling through my nose. The wax smelled good. I bent my knees inward slightly in an attempt to cover myself.

“Do you want a blanket?” Spencer asked.

“Yes… please.” I answered. He stood and I heard him pad into the living room, getting my favorite blanket of his off the couch and bringing it back over to me. He tossed it, letting it flutter down over my body.

“Is that better?” He asked.

“Yeah…” I murmured. He sat back down in his chair and I let out a yawn, tilting my head into my arm slightly. He tugged the blanket down slightly and I felt it slip down under my breasts. A hot blush laid itself over my nose and a small grin found itself on my lips. I relaxed back on the table, tilting my head up. The knot under the back of my head was uncomfortable, but it was nothing I couldn’t manage. I felt Spencer place his hand delicately on my ankle, rubbing his thumb along my skin. 

I slowly felt myself begin to fall asleep. I was always good at falling asleep just about anywhere. I tended to fall asleep on the jet when we flew home, typically on Spencer's shoulder while he read.

I woke up to the sound of Spencer’s grunting. Then I felt it, his cock coming in and out of me at an excruciatingly slow pace. I felt his hands gripping my hips. I pulled on my wrist restraints and arched my back. The restraints were tighter and I couldn’t feel the edge of the table anymore. He had pulled me down further on the table. Waking up to this was more amazing than I could have imagined. This had to be the best way to wake up.

“Mmh…” I groaned, and rolled my hips against him.

“There you go sweetheart… just like that…” Spencer coaxed. He sped up and I moaned louder, arching my back.

“Sp- ah! Spencer!” I gasped. He gripped my left hip harder, pulling his other hand down, perching his thumb on my clit. I pulled hard on my wrist restraints, wanting to claw his back. I loved leaving marks on him and I knew he loved it too. I clasped my hands together, digging my nails into my own hand.

“I- mh- I know you’d rather be scratching up my back right now honey, but I’m not taking off those restraints.” He said. He leaned down, attaching his lips to my neck.

“Oh… God!” I gasped. I yanked my arms down, bending my elbows up and catching his head against my arm, nuzzling my head against him. He chuckled, but continued his assault on my neck. The kisses he was placing on my skin were messy and fast. He circled his thumb around my clit and kept pumping in and out of me, hard. I wanted desperately to be pulling his hair, scratching up his back, leaving any marks on him I could, bruising his lips from how hard I wanted to kiss him. Spencer laid his forehead on my shoulder, using it to balance himself. His thrusts became sloppy, like his kisses. He panted against my skin. He continued moving his thumb in a circular pattern around my clit. My walls clenched around him and my mouth fell open. I gasped. “Ah! Ah! Ah!” I cried out. My nails dug into my hand.

“(Y/n)! Fuck!” He groaned. I desperately bucked my hips to meet his sloppy thrusts and he shot up, arching his back. His nails dug into my hip and I felt him finally let go. He came hard, coming to a rest and just pulling my hips toward him, guiding me, as he couldn’t make himself move anymore. I bucked my hips to help him and he became a mess of moans and ragged breathing, continuing to circle my clit moving faster and faster. I felt the overwhelming warmth well up in the pit of my stomach.

“Oh god, Spencer! Oh my god!” I groaned. I felt him let go of my hip, reaching up and grabbing the glass with ice clinking inside. He tipped the glass and poured it over my chest. Goosebumps raised again all down my body as I got closer and closer, basically fucking myself with his cock. My toes curled and my head tipped back as my mind exploded with an intense wave of pure pleasure. He slowly began rocking his hips again, and I felt my walls clench down, stopping his movements immediately. A gargled scream clawed ot’s way out of my throat. His neighbors definitely thought I was being murdered in here, but I didn’t care. My orgasm fully washed down over me and after a few final convulsions, my movements finally ceased, leaving both me and Spencer panting loudly. He slowly pulled out of me. I felt empty as a shiver went down my spine. Probably because of the ice slowly melting down my chest.

“Let me take care of that.” Spencer muttered, breathlessly. He grabbed for something beside me, placing a soft cloth down on my chest, cleaning up the water. Once he was done with that, he placed what was probably a rag back down and  rounded the table. “Do you mind if I take one more photo?” He asked.

“Y-yeah.” I answered. I heard him pick up the camera and I heard it go off again, this time, pointed between my legs. I immediately tried to shut my knees. “Spencer!” I gasped, chucking.

“What? You’ve got to see this view!” He said with a similar laugh. I felt his hands land on either side of my head, lifting the blindfold off. The apartment was bright and I immediately shut my eyes. “Oh- crap- sorry.” He said, flipping off the lights. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He was blushing, but he was wearing a beautiful smile. He showed me the photos he’d taken. He’d taken more while I was asleep. I could see the marks on my skin from the hot wax. He’d washed it off of me while I was asleep, that must’ve been what the washcloth was for. I looked up at him and smiled. 

“Uncuff me.” He did as I asked and I immediately pulled my arms down, letting them rest on my chest, clasping my hands together. He went down and unbuckled my ankles, pulling my legs together. I slowly sat up and he laid the blanket around my shoulders. Pins and needles began in my feet and hands. It would be incredibly annoying, but it would end soon. I rubbed my hands together and looked up at Spencer.

“Are you feeling okay?” He asked. I nodded and reached out to him. He ducked through my arms so they laid on my shoulders, wrapping his arms around my waist. He slowly picked me up from the table, holding me tight, so my feet didn’t have to do any work. “Okay, let’s get you in a warm bath.” He murmured. He hoisted me up in a princess carry and brought me to his bathroom. He paused in front of the mirror and I looked up, examining all the red marks along my body. “See how beautiful you look?” He asked. I chuckled and turned to look in his eyes.

“I love you.” I murmured.

“I love you more.”

Turn's Notes: Hi guys! I wanted to let you guys know that, while I am planning on posting for Kinktober, I do not plan on posting everyday. I want to try to post these little oneshot-blurbs once or twice a week. I hope you guys enjoyed this one! <3

[merbear25]

How they give and receive

Finding yourself in bed with a memeber from the Cross Guild has lead to sparks flying as you have a chance to explore each other's bodies.

CW: NSFW, MDNI!!, oral sex, fem!reader

Cross Guild

Mihawk: perfers giving

Would love to worship you in the bedroom.

Kissing each and every inch of your body, a spell of lust would be cast over him upon hearing your desperate moans.

Caressing your delicate curves whenever you quake under his touch.

Gently squeezing your hips and thighs, he'd end up having to anchor you down, so that he could keep his tongue focused on your sweet spot.

His hands wander up your body to your breasts.

He flicks and pinches your nipples, groaning into you when you arch your back.

Nibbles at your inner thighs to hear you yelp from the sudden sensation.

When receiving

Wants to be able to look at your pretty face when you take him.

Will hold your hair back to get a better look at you.

Would find eye contact extremely erotic.

Strokes your face when you struggle to take his full length.

Gives you compliments on how lovely you look with him in your mouth.

Would do his best not to thrust into your mouth, but sometimes he can't help himself.

He likes if you gag when he thrusts into your throat.

Crocodile: prefers receiving

Loves having full dominance over you.

Holds the side of your face when you take him, stroking your cheek when you're clearly struggling.

Likes knowing you'll never be able to take all of him but finds your determination to try provocative.

When you get really into it, he wants to put you in your place.

Standing over you, he'd start thrusting himself into your mouth.

Watching the saliva building up around your lips, dripping down your chin and onto your breasts, and eventually the floor would be the most erotic part of it for him.

When he releases you from this torment, he'd pull you in for a sloppy, passionate kiss.

When giving

He likes having you sit on his face.

Even though you're the one on top, he's still in complete control of how you get off.

Will control the speed of your orgasms.

If you're reaching climax too quickly, he'd deny you release without a second thought.

He wants to see you sexually frustrated and flustered.

If you're taking a bit longer, he'd hit all your sweet spots at once for a sensory overload.

He gets a huge ego boost when you unravel on him.

Buggy: prefers giving

He wants to treat you like the princess you are.

He'd be attentive to your desires, noticing what kinds of touches send you over the edge faster than others.

Would absolutely love overstimulating you.

It's a huge confidence boost knowing he's the one sending you over the edge―repeatedly.

Hearing your mewls increasing from each rush of euphoria makes him rut against the bed.

He'd always make sure you cum before he has the opportuntity to receive pleasure in return.

Even when you've reached your limit, he'd beg you to let him keep going; he loves making you feel good.

When receiving

He'd love it if you leave a trail of kisses down his torso before tenderly placing one on the tip.

He'd try to hide how good it feels but from the way he grips at the sheets, it's obvious how much he likes it.

Craving intimacy, he'd like holding your hand through out it.

The constant gratification you're so willingly giving him, as well as your comforting squeeze of his hands would make it hard for him to last long.

He'd feel embarrassed from this but would never admit it.