#sorry i'm sorry i'm just stressed and overwhelmed

[brooke121000]

go to sleep, love. • s. reid

warnings: n$fw, f/m, p in v, slight d4cryph1lia, dom!spence if you squint really hard, do a cartwheel and take your glasses off, aftercare! sleepy s3x

summary: wracked with migraines, you wake Spencer up with your crying. Overwhelmed and exhausted, he seeks the easiest possible method to make you go to sleep.

a/n: this did NOT seem as long when i was writing it.

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"ughh-" Spencer groaned, rolling over and rubbing his tired eyes.

you were crying softly, tears muffled into your pillow as your frame shook. Okayy, maybe you were being a tad bit dramatic.

"headaches again?" he murmured.

you nodded, rolling over to face him. enveloped in darkness, your eyes had to adjust to see him, but you were pleased when you did. his face was flushed from sleep, brows knit together and brown curly hair slightly tousled. "yeah." you replied solemnly. "and I can't sleep, at all. I woke you up. didn't I?"

he nodded, unamused.

"oh.. 'm sorry."

"it's okay," his face softened when he sensed how apologetic you were. "it's not your fault. can you sleep?"

your hand on the back of your neck, you shook your head again. he huffed in response.

"at all?"

"no, my head is killing me. You know what i'm talking about."

he sighed. "yeah, I do, but you need to sleep. we gotta go to work tomorrow."

Everything was too much. Your head hurt too much, you were too tired, you were dreading work, and Spencer's tone was much harsher then usual. Like a neglected pot on the stove, all of your emotions boiled over at once and you began to cry once again.

"oh-" Spencer was disheartened at your recurring tears. He scooted over and brought you close to his chest, resting his chin on the top of your head. "Please don't cry."

you sniffled. "I'm soo t-tired, i just want to sleep.."

"I know you do," he consoled you. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"...no.."

His next words came in a whisper. "..I could.. you know, try something to help you sleep."

that was enough to stop your crying for a second. sniffling your tears away, you pulled your head up and met his downcast brown eyes. "..what are you suggesting?"

" 'm not suggesting anything. I'm just reminding you, Orgasms release chemicals like Oxytocin and Prolactin, which can lower stress levels and induce drowsiness. They also temporarily reduce the bodies cortisol levels, whi-"

"prove it?" you smiled and cut him off, a little lost for words.

he stalled for a second. "oh... okay."

he quickly got to work, sitting up and grabbing his glasses off the nightstand. you quirked a brow.

"You're putting your glasses on? interesting method of foreplay."

"no, its just- I wanna be able to see you clearly." he cleaned the lenses with the collar of his shirt, slipping them on. "Y'know, when I make you cum?"

you just kind of stared up at him, dumbfounded. it looks like the night brought out a whole different vocabulary in this man. managing an eager nod, you got closer to him.

he slipped under the blankets, and you felt his warm hands on your legs, eliciting a shiver that ran through you like lightning. You were a little disappointed he chose to hide under the covers, but accepted the warmth.

this man wasn't wasting any time. Your already-on-edge nerves felt a string of warm, sloppy kisses up and down your thighs. You slept in only a t shirt and underwear, most nights- including this one, so there was little barrier between you and his lips.

god, those lips.

He considered this quick and anticlimactic, but the little teasing he was performing was driving you crazy. your legs shook in anticipation, and you tried your best not to cry out in joy when you felt his hands hook under your panties and slide them down, down, down, all the way to your ankles- one hand trailing along your leg in this fluid motion.

finally, god, you felt a small, polite kiss pressed to your clit. you practically could have come undone right then and there, if not for a pang of sharp pain hitting your head at the same time, a small 'ah!-" escaping you.

"I know, cm'on. shh." He said from under the blanket, rubbing deep circles into your hips with a free hand.

He licked a lazy stripe up your core, the lightning-strike of pleasure hitting you once again.

"mm- fuck-" you whispered, a quiet plea for only him to hear. He licked another long stripe, patiently anticipating more moans, which he received.

pressing small circles into your most sensitive spots, he eagerly worked you up to the edge. this teasing was driving you crazy, and your breath was quick and harsh.

"spence!" you whined, and heard a groan from him, his grips tightening on your thighs. The tip of his nose pushed against your clit as his tongue dipped and swirled, and you swear your vision went blurry for just a second.

"cm'on-" he murmured.

Your approaching climax was painfully obvious to you, every muscle in your body clenching as he worked magic on you. a hand flew under the covers, intertwining with his hair as a desperate moan poured from your lips. with that, you came, your head flying back to rest against the pillow as your frame shook.

he pulled his head out from under the covers, a smile spreading on his features. "Satisfactory, hmm?"

That was intense. If anything, you were more awake.

"I.. I think i'm less tired."

his brows knit together as he wiped some of the liquid off of his chin, licking his fingers clean for the sole purpose of tasting you.

"ah. I guess you'll just have to cum again."

unable to retort, you simply nodded and watched greedily as he tossed off his shirt, making quick work of his pants and boxers. He captured your waiting lips in a messy kiss, trailing little pecks up and down your cheek. He settled atop you, gazing into your flushed face for just a second.

"I love you." he mused.

"...I love you, too."

he placed more kisses to your neck and collarbone as his free hand aligned himself with your entrance, and you both held your breath. when he pushed into you, feeling your warmth envelop him, you both gasped at the same time.

"fuck-'

'ah-"

he rested his head in the crook of your neck, pushing allll the way inside you. when he was satisfied you had adjusted, he began moving at a punishingly slow pace, butterflies flittering about your stomach once again.

on hand beside you, one on the headboard, he pushed into you again and again, taking up a punishingly fast speed. you simply laid upon the pillow, a moaning shaking mess.

"so, so perfect 'f me, god-" he groaned.

wishing to be somehow deeper inside you, he abandoned the headboard and grabbing your hips, knees planted in the mattress for stability. you put a hand in your hair, a feeble attempt to ground yourself. as if things couldn't get any better, his hand slipped between you two- rubbing fervent circles on your clit, eliciting a string of desperate noises.

after what very well could have been an eternity, you both approached the finish. he gripped your hips desperately hard, his breaths coming shakily.

"oh, my- Spence!"

he buried himself deep into you as you two finished in unison, breath fleeting from your lungs as your head swam with pleasure- and the glaring absence of a migraine.

' "m gonna pull out, okay?"

"mhm- o.. okay."

he slid away and resumed his place beside you. pulling the covers over the both of you and placing a soft kiss to your temple, he sat up momentarily to remove his crooked, now fogged up glasses.

As you came down from your high, the shaking in your legs and the rushing of your pulse calming, you felt your eyelids droop. He pulled you closer to him and left a kiss on your lips, tinged with the soft sting of finality.

"go to sleep, love."

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[quinngefail]

I’m having a very very bad Christmas. Can you please tell me some sweet and fluffy chainshipping stuff? What do you think they’re doing for Christmas?

Well first off I'm sorry to hear, and I hope everything ends up alright :(

So uh even if it helps a lil bit, here's some Christmas things that came to mind! Absolutely putting a cut. Because it is Yap City down there 😩

So just to preface (and just really explain this in more depth for the first time), the way I'm writing them is with my timeline of the Bathroom Trap in October of 2004. The two eventually go back to their lives after being separately released from hospital care. They (Lawrence) do periodically get in contact with (Adam) one another, just to check in and all that… But as time goes on, they (Adam) stop answering each other's (Lawrence's) calls, and they completely drift apart. It's not until about a half a year passes (so June or July of 2005), when Lawrence happens to encounter Adam again, and it's immediately clear that things have gotten bad on Adam's end. Not that Lawrence isn't suffering himself, of course, but it's very apparent just how bad Adam is doing.

From there, they begin to shakily reconnect, and realize that they're the only people in the world who can ever truly understand the particular horror that they went through... And it slowly becomes clear that there is something still very much lingering between them. An ache, a desire, a yearn that has never left either of them since that day... Which brings only more to this difficult road they're already attempting to navigate.

...So with that established, I'm just gonna fast forward to December of 2005, where they've been together for a few months now, and have become close enough to want to celebrate the holidays together :)

(Quick note that Alison and Diana are physically out of the picture at this point in time, that's a whole other ramble for another time- in short, they got the fuck out of Saw City a good few months back, and are doing their own thing to recover from that day)

So WITH THAT ALL LAID OUT, here's some First Christmas headcanons:

First off, with Adam's dysfunctional ass family (whom he's also only sparingly talked to over the past seven-ish years), I just cannot imagine he's ever had a 'normal' Christmas. It "doesn't matter though", as he's declared for years now that he doesn't give two shits about this "Commercialized Crap Holiday for Brainwashed, Bible-Humping Idiots" ("The term is 'bible-thumping', Adam"). While initially he wears this attitude around Lawrence, he decides to just sorta ease up on it for now- especially after Lawrence expresses this simple, genuine want for the two of them to just have a nice celebration together.

Lawrence, meanwhile, has this lingering complication with the holiday from his upbringing- but he's definitely not at a stage where he's ready to get into all that with Adam. However, what's more important to him this year is just wanting to provide a nice Christmas for the both of them. He's really not fussy about all the 'Traditional Christmas Stuff™️' and genuinely just wants nothing more than a pleasant time with the person he cares so deeply for. Besides, it's only been a little over a year since the bathroom trap- and while things have gradually gotten easier since then, there's still a long way to go for the both of them. He knows that they both get stressed and overwhelmed rather easily, so he's more than fine with something that is just simple and laid back.

I think too, after he hears about Adam never having even one good Christmas, it's important for him to just. Provide that experience, y’know,

(And not in a WE NEED TO CONVERT YOU INTO LOVING CHRISTMAS 😤😤😤 sort of way lmao, it's more just like Hey it's that time of year where we take time to express love for one another, we just also happen to bring a tree into our house and cover it in decorations Iol. And I simply want to express love for you, while I happen to have a decorated tree in my house)

((Okay but speaking of trees I can fully imagine Lawrence being the type to have fake trees, but like dude my family has been doing the same for years lmao. I think we all just collectively got sick of the mess and I feel like he would be the same way HSJRJGK))

Anyway. Adam initially has the idea of putting together this collection of photos for Lawrence, as well as burning a CD for him with a very intentional selection of songs; both with the goal of just sorta expressing the things he struggles with actually saying to Lar. He has a very hard time with vulnerability, but finds it comes easier to him through art. However, it does not take long before a little voice in his head is hissing that it won't be enough for Lawrence, someone who he assumes is 'so accustomed' to 'high-class luxury'. This will be nothing compared to all that. Still, he goes through with taking photos of things he finds as captivating as Lawrence, and narrowing down a small selection of important songs that just make him think of Lar, their relationship, the difficult feelings Adam is grappling with, and anything between (he even tries to stay within that sappy shit Lawrence is so into, just to be extra sure that he'd like the music)... All while that critical voice in his head just grows louder and louder. Finally, a few days before Christmas, he has that breaking moment of like I CAN'T GIVE THESE TO HIM,

He scrambles to try and find a different gift- something big, fancy, and expensive- but quickly realizes that he cannot possibly afford anything that feels 'good enough' for Lawrence. This, of course, culminates on Christmas. But y’know before they do gifts and stuff, it is just a nice, quiet celebration- just staying in together, having a good dinner, and enjoying each other's company. Nothing too crazy or overstimulating, and more just romantic than anything. Like they got that low lighting, candles lit and shit, they got the mf Yule Log™️ on the TV of course with the instrumental Christmas tunes going, ALL THAT JAZZ

But uh when it's inevitably gift time, the very thing Adam had been dreading all evening, he begrudgingly hands over the photos and CD- but with about 50 million disclaimers over how I KNOW IT'S NOT MUCH, IT WAS A STUPID IDEA, I'M SORRY I COULDN'T DO MORE, YOU GOT ME ALL THIS STUFF BUT ALL I HAVE IS THIS FOR YOU, YOU CAN JUST THROW THEM OUT, ETC ETC ETC...

But obviously the gesture and intention behind them mean more than anything else here, and Lawrence is absolutely touched by it all. In fact, they could even listen to the CD right now, because one of the things Lawrence got him was a new Walkman 😊 !!

(Which like either the one Adam has is on its last legs and only works about half the time anymore, or he had to sell it among numerous other things to make ends meet during the time he and Lawrence weren't in contact post bathroom trap)

Adam loves it, of course, but the idea of listening to that CD with Lawrence definitely gets him all embarrassed lmao. But, after a bit, he relents- again, with the 50 million disclaimers of I MAY HAVE BEEN A LITTLE HIGH WHEN I PUT THIS TOGETHER (he wasn't), I'M SORRY IF IT SUCKS, I REALLY DIDN'T KNOW WHAT I WAS THINKING WITH INCLUDING THIS SONG (he knew). Lawrence assures him he won't laugh or judge or anything.

So with Adam's worry quelled just enough, they sit back on the couch and get close, share a set of earbuds, and listen to it together :)

(And y’know it would be fun to actually put that playlist together myself for the immersive experience HSJGK....)

And I just have the visual in my head of Adam, arms crossed over his chest, eyes squeezed shut, rapidly bouncing his leg, heart pounding out of his chest, just being like this sucks this sucks this sucks this sucks this sucks this sucks this sucks this sucks this sucks he hates this he hates this he hates this he hates this he hates this he hates this-

Lawrence, meanwhile,

THERE'S EVEN A FEW BEATLES SONGS IN THERE...... LIKE OOKAYYY, 🥰😭 (which y’know they may sound rather fucked with the both of them only getting one earbud, but THAT'S OKAY 🙌)

(💥 This has been a Beatles left/right sound channel mixing joke 💥)

But yes when the CD ends, Lar is over the moon lmao. Happily going on about how much he loves it, this is going in his car and he'll love listening to it again; and these photos must be framed and hung up as soon as possible- this one here especially is going in his office, immediately- while Adam sits there, just silently staring at him,, and feeling himself finally just relax.

(For now at least huhehghgh)

But of course, they share that very tender kiss and embrace. So all in all... It's a good night :)

So uh!! I got a bit fixated on just that whole moment here, but I hope you enjoy regardless hehehehh

And I hope you all had a nice Christmas yourself, if you celebrate!!

[mattslilies]

✩ criminologist!reader - lets matt distract her from studying ✩

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warnings: sexual content, smut scene, p in v, missionary sex, just overall soft n sweet

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"ugh!" you put your head in your hands, the frustration from studying completely overwhelming your mind.

you were in grad school, going to earn your master's, and while you had a good, steady job, you wanted to further your career, which lead to you being completely and utterly stressed out at 11:56 pm in your boyfriend's bed.

you rarely ever spent a night at your own place, having abandoned your roommate, but still paid rent, so it wasn't unusual for matt to find you doing all of your schoolwork in his room.

you had been sitting at his desk, but you had decided to move to somewhere more comfortable, which in hindsight was a wonderful idea, because your back would've been sore by now from all the hunching over your laptop you'd been doing.

it was just then that matt exited the bathroom, having been in there taking a shower.

often sleeping shirtless, it wasn't uncommon to see matt pop out of the bathroom with just a loose pair of pajama pants or sweatpants.

"baby?" matt noticed your distressed demeanor. "what's wrong?"

you looked up, removing your head from your hands.

"nothing, sorry, i'm just stressed out. i have a massive test tomorrow, and i feel so incredibly unprepared."

matt ran a hand through his hair, a gentle look on his face.

"babe, you've been studying since you got here. it's been six hours. don't you think you should take a break?"

you looked up, shutting your computer because you just couldn't stand to look at the screen anymore.

"I think at this point it doesn't matter if i study any more or not. i've crammed everything i could have possibly crammed."

sitting down on the bed next to you, matt gently pressed a kiss to your cheek, smiling when the corners of your lips lifted, just a tad.

noticing that it seemed to improve your mood, he moved the books and your laptop off of the bed, hovering over top of you to press a kiss to the opposite cheek, a wide grin covering your face.

his smile was contagious, you letting out a soft laugh, pulling his face down to press your lips against his.

he went to pull back to breathe, but your arms wrapped around his neck, only allowing him a millisecond to catch his breath before you entrapped him in a passionate kiss.

when you finally let him pull away, he laughed before speaking.

"given up on studying, then?"

"if you shut up long enough to distract me from it."

"mhm. noted."

it was a good thing that he hadn't moved from hovering above you, as he reconnected his lips to yours.

you didn't often get the chance to really enjoy your time alone with matt, as you were often working, or he was often working, or you were both just exhausted or otherwise busy.

your arms wrapped around his torso, keeping his body held close to you as one of his hands traveled up your shirt.

he only broke the kiss to speak. "can i take this off?"

you quickly nodded, moving to help him remove it, as well as letting your hands ghost down to his pants hemline, your eyes questioning as you slowly tucked your fingers under the waistband.

the both of you adjusting to make the ridding of clothes easiest, moving with practiced comfortability.

you let out a quiet gasp as matt's thumb easily connected with your clit, rubbing slow but firm circles as he laid open-mouthed kisses on your neck.

"so pretty, baby."

you couldn't even muster up a response, the feeling of matt's middle and ring finger slowly entering you, giving you time to adjust.

he felt your nails dig into his bare back as he curled his fingers, easily hitting your sweet spot with no effort at all. keeping his pace steady but not too quick, taking a small bit of pride when he felt your back arch, stomach pushing up against his chest.

he silenced your whine at his fingers leaving you with a deep kiss, running his free hand through your hair.

"you're okay, baby. breathe. you ready?"

an enthusiastic nod and a gasping "yes" was all he needed, aligning himself and pushing in, his thumb returning to your clit, the pleasure helping distract you from the uncomfortable stretch.

giving you plenty of time to adjust, he continued his motions, whispering gentle praise as he cautiously moved his hips, testing the waters.

when he received a low moan in response, he gradually began to pick up the pace, adoring the way your nails dug into his back with even more pressure hen he got the perfect angle, gasping his name right into his ear.

he felt you tighten around him, your noises getting more and more high-pitched, almost whiny.

"you're so gorgeous like this, baby. doing so good for me. cum for me, sweetheart, you deserve it."

it was the gentle praise combined with the consistent pace he kept that quickly pushed you over the edge, feeling him let go shortly after.

he stayed there for a few moments before pulling out, continuing to kiss you through the uncomfortable sensitivity.

carefully cleaning you up, matt helped you into a set of his comfortable clothes, ones that you would definitely steal from him later, before laying down with you, pulling you close.

"you're going to do great on your test tomorrow."

you fell asleep, the test the last thing on your mind as matt pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

[jtownraindancer]

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[nipuni]

Once again I bring you some Eriks 😊

[brown-little-robin]

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[ask-the-sexyman-squad]

*fast breathing* TWINS?!!!

IS IT TWINS?!!!

"My dear, why would it be twins? I only cast a spell that forms a singular child, no more or less!"

"Unless something happened that made you change your influence."

"Nah ah, my beloved! I wouldn't have wanted it any other way: one child is quite fine!"

"Oh cut the shit. I'm being serious. A single child wouldn't be developing this quickly with a demonic pregnancy and you know it. You have more knowledge about this topic than I do, so I need you to realize this."

"I took a test to figure out what we're having. You think this is all fun and games, don't you? Well newsflash."

"It's twins. Your. Twins."

Now Alastor doesn't know how to act...this is a joke. Just a farce and nothing more! He knew they were immersed in their roles when the time rolled around, so he laughed it off.

"Oh ho ho, my dear! Good one: my oh my, you always have such a lovely sense of humor."

"...are you kidding me?! You seriously think this is a joke?! I'm being genuine here! We only planned to have one kid, not two at the same time! Why aren't you getting that?!"

Okay, they definitely weren't acting. It was noticeable because how they were tearing up right in front of him. The first time in a while that they genuinely started crying, and it was concerning to Alastor.

"I am not ready for twins, Al! But I can't just abandon them like I was when I was born: I refuse to fail these two! The problem is how the hell are we going to pull this off?! On top of that, I'm going to look huge during this!"

Oh shit. Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit. This was a genuine reaction and fear coming from them, and Alastor felt his heart practically getting shredded into two. Their tears were something that spiked his nerves, and by God he was going to comfort and calm them down. This was not his intention, and he needed to let them know that.

"Double Trouble: my love, I need you to take a breath for me, alright? We are not going to fail them. We will not abandon them. And while you will get bigger, it doesn't diminish how stunning you are. Alright?"

"...alright...I'm sorry, Al..."

"Don't ever be sorry, darling. I love you. And we'll get through this...we're having two children: more to love, you know? And rest assured, I promise you..."

"I won't leave you for a minute. I swear on my afterlife."

//BONUS//:

"YOU CALLED IT?!"

"I WAS JOKING, I DIDN'T EXPECT THEM TO ACTUALLY HAVE TWINS!!!"

[quietlyblooms]

honestly speaking, the idea of going back to my dorverold multimuse stresses me out bc i think i would just want to start over? and make rin the main muse like i always should have done, but i dunno. it felt like work trying to get people invested in her before, and i just!! don't particularly want to deal with that again. which is sad to say, but it is what it is. i'm happy enough being able to just incorporate aspects of that lore into chiyo's modern fantasy verses for now. maybe in the future i'll commit to putting in the work for rin and her story.

[saltpepperbeard]

you ever feel trapped? like you’re just treading water, waiting to drown?

[desalvar]

ayo i'm not dead!

[nekrophoria]

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[miodiodavinci]

oughgh

[byanyan]

...staring at my drafts and realizing i should perhaps consider pausing on answering ask prompts to start getting caught back up on those instead bc the number is back in the 40s & i just found a starter i completely forgot about bc it got lost on the second page :x

[slashersgostabbystabstab]

Not trying to be weird or anything but do you guys actually care if I keep posting writing on here?

Genuine question

I know I promised to write, but what's it matter when the promise is basically for no one but myself?

Like I'm sure lots of you are here for DBD killers when I'm really only focusing on my own Xenormorph character and Singularity

[team-sleeps]

Anyone else go through each work day with a feeling of crushing defeat and despair that you try to drown out with caffeine and fast paced movement, cause there's an abundance of calls and not enough people to take care of them? And so it's just an overwhelming cycle of being a little numb and a little devastated over being unable to run a system that was never set up to succeed in the first place

[barbaracleboy]

Me: wakes up, decides to go on my computer and check what’s happening.

Tumblr: Tells me I’ve got 99+ notifications and over 400 notes on the “Characters with Closed Eyes” Post.

Me: HOLY SHIT, WHAT. 

(I know that screenshot says over 500. Here’s the thing: I woke up, like, an hour ago, and that was when I say it in the 400s. Now it’s in the 600s. Shit’s crazy.)

Anyway, uh, I can’t fathom having gotten this many notes, that’s insane. Thanks for the support, really. Haiku Bot even showed up, and that’s kinda nice.

Also, to everyone saying “where’s _”, I’ll be honest and say there’s a decent chance I’d have added them but I wanted to limit how many I represented in the original meme so as to not cover any Character too much. I’d rather people be able to experience as much of Brock’s charm as possible, you know?

That said, I fully appreciate those bringing up Characters they like, that’s cool. Kudos to the folks mentioning Frisk from Undertale and also @fierykitten2, who brought up a bunch of F-Zero Characters and Pokemon. BTW, to @chrimsss​ the cat at the bottom is Nago, from Kirby’s Dream Land 3. I like him, he’s a nifty little helper.

Finally, a kudos to all my fellow EO fans showing their appreciation. 

Let’s fucking go.