#I had really bad writer's block

[glasseffynity]

INTELLECT TO INSOMNIA ft. SPENCER REID, READER

Warnings: Blow + handjob, overstimulation, praise, mentions of insomnia, Sub!Early Seasons!Spencer x Dom!Reader

Wc: 1,209

There are very few challenges that Spencer cannot overcome; An IQ of 187, coupled with an eidetic memory, leaves very few obstacles that cannot be toppled through intellect and logic. Yet, the BAU's resident genius has come up on his third day of less than 2 hours of sleep.

Perhaps the most frustrating part of his problem is that his intelligence becomes utterly useless; All the genius in the world won't prevent him from needing one of the most essential keys to survival: Sleep. At the end of the day, Spencer remains painstakingly human.

Perhaps that raw humanity is what has led him here to this hotel room, sitting at the edge of your bed, crumbling under your soft hands; Whether he chooses to act on them or not, Spencer will always have desires, desires that cannot be abided by his hands alone, desires that you are more than happy to oblige in.

A slight jerk of your hands along his length rips a whimper from his swollen lips, aching from his biting down on them in an attempt to prevent the other members of the team learning of your shared endeavors. When you delicately wrap your lips around his leaking tip, Spencer all but drools at the sight.

You've always been a blessing to him: Indulging in his ramblings and statistics that made the rest of the team's ears bleed, holding him close when the thunder and lightning became too much to bear on his own, loyally remaining at his side and witnessing the brightest and darkest depths of his soul. It should come as no surprise to him that you, in all of your kindness and compassion, would happily come up with a solution for his insomnia; It doesn't come as a surprise that you would help, Spencer just found himself in awe that you would go to such lengths for his sake.

And so he sits, in (not very) quiet appreciation of your soft touches and unabashed worship of him, digging his nails into the sheets as you take all of him down your throat, your nose brushing the neatly trimmed hairs at his base. Being taken in so completely, so wholly, has Spencer throwing his head back in ecstasy, unabashedly whimpering pleas of your name. His vision flashes white, and any possible statistic, any equation, any semblance of proof that his IQ was even in double digits, goes flying out the window as his seed spurts down your throat.

Weakly, as his vision refocuses, and you have yet to ease up around his girth, Spencer begins to panic. You glance up at him, innocently, and lift your lips off of him with a soft pop. The sight and sensation makes Spencer shiver. And when your soft lips are replaced with your even softer hands, Spencer becomes truly afraid.

"I-It's too m-much," he stutters out, eyes wide with panic, bottom lip trembling. You only hum in return, continuing your pace along his shaft. As much as he'd like to tell you to slow down, that it's starting to hurt, his body betrays him, broken whimpers and pants falling from his lips; Curse his pathetic humanity, making him fall victim to your touch like this.

"You can take it, Pretty Boy," You reply, your nonchalance thinly veiling a genuine desire to comfort him. "You're being so good for me, you can take a little more." Spencer's desire to please being as strong as it is will clearly lead to his downfall; Then again, beneath the pain resulting from the sensitivity of his previous orgasm laid a plethora of euphoria, waiting to be lured out once again by your ministrations. With a hesitant nod of his head, he sits back and allows you to continue your work.

With much less effort than either of you would have expected, Spencer once again finds himself on the verge of cumming for the second time. Any hesitation Spencer may have held on to slips away the moment you press a chaste kiss right on the tip of his aching dick.

There isn't a single word in his vast vocabulary that can even come close to describing how Spencer feels. This is more than an orgasm, more than just euphoria; It's something much, much bigger. In what might just be the clearest thought he's ever had in his 24 years of living, Spencer has an epiphany. An epiphany about you, an epiphany about your future together. He can see it all in the most crystal clear resolution: getting down on one knee, slipping a ring onto your finger; Him and you, a big house, 3 kids, a dog or cat maybe-

"Sweetheart, are you ok? " His plans for the future are interrupted by your hesitant questioning, staring at up at him with big eyes, lacking the confidence you'd put on display for him just moments prior. It occurs to Spencer just then that smiling like an idiot and staring off into space likely portrays his psyche in a way that's less than flattering.

Admittedly goofy smile still plastered on his face, Spencer softly eases your concerns. "I'm ok, thank you." Satisified with the crease in your brow relaxing and the deep breath you let out, Spencer becomes blatantly aware of just how tired he is.

Thankfully, between you two, you haven't forgotten what you hoped to achieve when you unbuttoned his pants. Standing up, ignoring the pain in your knees from how long you remained in one position, you grab a washcloth, gently wiping the evidence of your actions off of his stomach. Knowing his sweater vest, corduroy pants, and converse are less than preferable for sleeping in, you go to the other room, grabbing him a pair of pajamas out of his still-packed suitcase. What you find when you come back into the bedroom, however, is that Spencer pays no mind to his current attire, already conked out on the bed.

With a small smile, you remove his glasses off of his sleeping face, and cuddle yourself in against him.

The team isn't oblivious to the obvious change in Spencer's state the next morning.

"Looks like Pretty Boy finally got some sleep last night," Morgan jokes, nudging Spencer's shoulder as they drink their morning coffee. Elle, hearing the two conversating, comes over as well, taking a break from reading over files on the most recent victims of the team's current case.

"So, what'd you do to finally get some shut-eye?"' Elle questions. It's by no means an unreasonable question; He hadn't slept for 2 days prior to last night, and it would take something miraculous to finally get him to fall asleep. While he certainly finds you miraculous, your relationship has been a private matter, and Spencer would prefer to keep it that way. "I had some help from a friend," He responds with a small smile. The connotations this brings on would be undeniable if it wasn't Spencer. The team, assuming the 'friend' in question made him some tea or got him some form of supplements, move on with the case, leaving Spencer in peace.

Spencer isn't ashamed of you, but he thinks that for now, he'll keep you, and your wonderful methods of curing insomnia, a secret for now.

[fruity-legos]

@wannabemasterofwindintraining here's the euphrasia edit >:3

This took me three hours idk about y'all timezones but it's currently 1 am for me I'm dying

If you don't like it I'm so sorry I give you permission to shoot me <//3

[ispridestillasin]

So I decided to watch a bit of Bridgerton with my mother, which I'm not really interested in (I don't really like period pieces unless it's a fanfic for a ship I like) but it's a show she enjoys so I sometimes catch her watching it and join her, and literally the only takeaway from the stuff I've seen with her is that Colin, Lord Debling, and Penelope should have all been poly

[crimsonlovebartylus]

mini something:

Barty spent countless hours watching Regulus from a far - always trying his best to not be spotted. Regulus couldn't know that he was watching him, specially after the fight that broke out about ice time and him stupidly calling figure skating a useless bitch sport compared to hockey.

Regulus hated him, he knew that. But Barty couldn't help and watch him in secret, because nobody moved the way that Regulus did on the ice. It was beautiful and poised, and he could feel the emotion from him. It was weird when he thought about it, how easily it was to fall in love with Regulus skating and perhaps with Regulus himself.

Barty eyebrows furrow as the speaker began to sing out army dreamers by Kate Bush, you could feel how quickly the air shift and the emotions became so intense that it made Barty want to punch himself through them and break free but he couldn't keep his eyesight away from Regulus. As he effortlessly began to glide around the ice, as if he was a doll being controlled.

His breath hitches as Regulus did a spin in the air and landed on the ice as if this was just a regular activity he did. It was beautiful how his body moved and he seemed free and yet what always made Barty heart pick up was the euphoric smile that spread on Regulus face.

He was in his element and fuck, Barty wanted to desperately to be apart of it.

[celestial--sapphic]

Chapter Seven

Ao3 link

Story summary:

Evelyn Caddel takes Poppy up on that offer of a butterbeer in the Three Broomsticks (minus Highwing) and fifth year does not end the way in which she expected. In fact, it's much, much better.

Or: Self indulgent Poppy Sweeting x f!MC to fulfil my sapphic heart

Pairing: Poppy Sweeting x f!MC (Evelyn Caddel)

Rating: Mature

Total story word count: 76,688

Chapter Seven word count: 11,626

Chapters: 7/?

Relationships: Poppy Sweeting/Evelyn Caddel Poppy Sweeting/Original Female Character

Tags: #Developing Relationship #First Relationship #First Kiss #Post-Game(s) #wlw #Sapphic #LGBTQ #Female Character #LGBTQ Themes #Evelyn is an anxious mess when it comes to pretty girls #Fluff #Slytherin/Hufflepuff relationship #pick and choose historical accuracy #Imelda is a bitch but we love her #Poppy Sweeting is Bisexual #MC is a lesbian #cursing #Alcohol #Making Out

*NOTE* thank you to @espressoristretto-patronum for giving the first part of this chapter a little read for me and for @myokk (@oerflink) providing with some good info on Spanish food and ingredients!

[sneezingfetishftw-fics]

Insufferable (5/7)

Getting close to the endgame here, I think! I’ve been excited about this chapter of the Vox sickfic for a while. Previous chapters: 1 2 3 4

Next chapters: 6 7

Wavs: 1 3

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If Velvette believed in prayer, she would be praying for a miracle right now. Of course, ending up in hell tended to make one think that any god would be unlikely to help out. So she resigned herself to hoping for a new development.

When Vox stumbled out from the bedroom, he was lacking all of the enthusiasm and energy he’d had the previous times. His screen was full of tiny cracks, though it was unclear if this was a broken screen or just a malfunctioning display. The center of his screen had a bright spot but everything else was dull. “Ugh, what time is it?”

“Morning, Vox. It’s 10.”

“Shit,” he said, rubbing his sore head. “Didn’t I have an interview today?”

Velvette shook her head. “That was yesterday, and it’s already taken care of. All you need to do is rest, love.”

Vox sighed and collapsed on the couch, as if he had used up all of the day’s energy just by standing and saying a few words. “I feel fucking awful.”

Velvette just nodded. “I know.”

“And I just…” he paused, turning his head around the room. “Where’s that radio coming from? Why the fuck is there a radio in here?”

“I’m not hearing anything,” Velvette said. “And besides, there’s no more functioning electronics in this room anyway.”

“I could have sworn I heard… hhh’tzzzch!” A small shower of sparks fell from his screen.

“And that’s why there’s no functioning electronics in this room,” she added, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. “How’s that virus scan coming?” she asked, approaching his display.

“I have a virus?” Vox’s face froze, not like a broken program but rather like a shattered hope.

“And memory loss.”

“You sure you don’t hear that radio?”

She shook her head. “And hallucinations, apparently.”

“What are you guys talking about?” Val asked, walking in.

“Val, please tell me you hear that fucking obnoxious radio static.”

Val raised an eyebrow. “What the fuck are you talking about? All I hear is your fans whirring like a helicopter.”

“Fucking hell, I can hear his cackling too. Buzzing static and maniacal laughter and… heh’TZZZZCHT! Constant irritation.” He clawed at his arms. Valentino left the room and came back with an anti-itch lotion, rubbing it in generously. “Thanks, Val, but I don’t think that’s actually doing anything.”

Valentino shrugged. “Worth a try. Speaking of worth a try…” he found the volume controls on Vox’s side and turned them down. “Do you still hear the static now?” Vox’s mouth moved in response, but no sound emerged. “Damn it, he’s lost his voice again!” He blew some smoke into Vox’s vents and Velvette stared at him incredulously.

“You turned his speakers down, idiot! Of course you can’t hear him!” It was very strange to watch Vox sneeze with no sound. Just the flickering screen, the odd facial expressions, and the flurry of sparks. Eventually, she turned the volume back up just in time to catch the tail end of the fit.

“HHHH’TDDZZZZZSH! Heh’TZZZCHT! Hhh’TTTTZZZZZZCHHH!” Vox deliberately aimed the last few at Val to express his discomfort, and the other jumped from the shock. “Thanks for nothing,” he groaned, clawing at his throat. He grimaced and launched into a hacking cough, looking incredibly frustrated and confused when it was done. “You guys didn’t suddenly adopt a pet while I was asleep, did you?” Velvette and Val both shook their heads. “And Val, you haven’t seen Angel recently?”

“No, why?”

“Because I have the distinct sensation of fur in my mouth and it just won’t go away no matter what I do. Fucking gross.”

A warning popped up on Vox’s screen. “Sensors appear to be malfunctioning.” Yeah, no shit. Vox’s fans kicked into an even higher gear than the Vees had thought possible and he began to shiver so violently Velvette wondered if he was going to shut down for the fourth time since this disaster began.

“V-V-V-V-V-V…” Velvette and Val made eye contact with each other and then with Vox, having no way to tell which of them he was calling for. “V-V-Val, c-c-could you get me some… hhh’tzzzsh! S-s-some w-water?” Val nodded and came back with a cup of warm water. He handed it to Vox, whereupon it promptly fell out of the weak grip of the TV demon’s trembling hands. “Sorry.” Val began cleaning up the spill and winced when a sneeze from Vox electrocuted him through the puddle. “Sorry again.”

Velvette searched the cupboards for a pitcher with a spout, then filled it with more warm water and poured it into Vox’s mouth. She had to pause a few times to let him swallow, but eventually all the water was in his system. A small smile spread across his dim screen and he seemed a little calmer, though still clearly quite pathetic and uncomfortable.

His eyes went wide as he stared at a spot in the room. “Wait, what? Alastor… no. No, he can’t be here. There’s no way he’d get past security. It’s just… why does it feel so real?” He buried his face in the couch, trying to dull his senses but nothing worked. He began crying again, this time deep, wracking sobs that shook the whole couch as his fist pounded limply against the pillow. “Please, God, no! I can’t do this anymore!” Valentino’s eyes flitted towards the guns, but Velvette shook her head. Vox looked up at both of them, his screen crackling with energy that was somehow both weak and desparate. “How the hell am I supposed to deal with this?”

Before either of them could formulate a response, another warning popped up on the screen. “Virus removal has been halted due to insufficient resources. Recommend upgrading to stronger anti-virus protection… Checking for updates… No updates available. Try again later.” From the way Vox’s face fell so far it was practically off screen, it was clear he was aware of the message. “No! Please! I can’t… I’ll do anything!”

“Oh ho ho, anything, you say? This will be fun.” Velvette and Val winced as the voice rang out through the room, first from the sheer volume of it and then from the realization that now they could hear it too. This was far from the new development Velvette had been hoping for. But it was the new development they would have to face.

[oh-meow-swirls]

was looking through old posts and i'm surprised to see that i seemingly didn't have any commentary on anything in 3 in chapter 7, 8 or 9, the posts related to 3's story go from "my first reaction when i saw yopple-bot was 'i love you. but also you are definitely the boss for this chapter-'" to "i have been in hell all day. hell being bada-bing tower." funny to me cuz those chapters are like, the best ones sdfkljsdfjfsdkjlfsdjkl-

[hisokamywaifu]

HRGRHRHRHGRAHHHH

translation: how the fuck is there no sub mori content I'm going to lose my mind he's such a maschist and i need to bite him and omfg his dub is so fine and his hair and his eyes and his hair i need to yank it and make him whimper and fuck i need to fuck him im lsing my mind i need to make his gasp and turn red and grasp the sheets so fucking hard and make him arch his back and mmmm his fucking dub his VOICE and his eyes and grhhrgrhrgrhhgrghAHHAGEHA

[animelover20]

Y'all why the fuck was I going back through my doffy wips after ages and realised that 4 months ago I blacked the fuck out one night at like 3am and wrote 5-6 paragraphs of the most descriptive, heart wrenching thing I've ever read.

AND ITS IN MY NOTES? I WROTE THAT?!

genuinely reading the dialogue pulls at my heart strings(hehe strings anyway-) it's from doffys pov(atleast so far)which makes it a bit strange but holy shit you just get to peak into this man's thoughts in the best way.(It's so sweet too🥲)

I'd describe the story but I don't wanna spoil it. However I may not even post it because I doubt the rest of the story could compare to how poetic the beginning is.

I suck at writing beginnings(it holds me back a lot cause I know what's gonna happen but I can't get there.) but this is the most poetic shit and it actually makes sense,aside from a few very moments where I use the wrong word.

Btw I also have question regarding the end of that. I can't tell whether sleepy brain was correct or I'm correct. Sleepy me said a window was projecting light but shouldn't it be reflecting? Listen I know that's really dumb but google sucks.

I'm sorry for this big ol ramble out of nowhere lmao I just went back and reread my masterpiece and god it's great.

I'm really proud of it,even if I'm the only person to ever see it.

[mothman-can-write]

A Bullet in the Body’s Worth Two in the Barrel

Clint&Natasha, T/M, whump, hurt/comfort, detailed injury

Clint never took the shot in Budapest. He was very adamant about not taking the shot in Budapest. Problem is, now Natasha is asking him to - and he thinks he loves her enough to believe her.

Read it here!

[zelda-posting]

tears of the kingdom could have been so good if it were built around like, its story or its characters instead of being a clunky shell to show off the mechanic no one asked for that it forces you to use

[ziltoidcoffee]

Chapters: 20/26 Fandom: Cobra Kai (TV), Karate Kid (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Daniel LaRusso/Johnny Lawrence Characters: Daniel LaRusso, Johnny Lawrence, Jessica Andrews, OG Cobras - Character, Ali Mills (Karate Kid), John Kreese, Vanessa LaRusso Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - High School, Teacher-Student Relationship, Bullying, Teacher daniel, Age Difference, Enemies to Lovers, Prank Wars, Karate, Hurt/Comfort, Jealousy, Underage Drinking, Pining, Slow Burn, Denial of Feelings, Internalized Homophobia, Feelings Realization, Forbidden Love, First Kiss, Fantasizing, Making Out, Hand Jobs, Frottage Summary:

Since becoming a teacher, Daniel’s dedication to his students has never waivered—until Johnny Lawrence. He's never dealt with a student this difficult who knows how to push all his buttons.

But Johnny’s opinion of his new history teacher isn't much different. He's struggling to graduate on time while balancing his personal life and karate, and Mr. LaRusso isn’t making this any easier.

Everything changes when Daniel becomes Johnny’s tutor. They grow closer together, and feelings begin to change, from hated enemies...to something forbidden.

(Chapter 20: Daniel decides what to do about his relationship with Johnny. Will the student for it?)

[nonbinary-androids]

Things have rlly been sucking as of late.

[bugster-o7]

MORE CATALYST THINGS

[dashuisofanubis]

My Sibuna Secret Santa gift for @house-of-secrets! Sorry it took so long Evie, I hope you like it!!

(Pre-series) After weeks of begging (and actually completing their chores for once), Alfie, Jerome, Joy and Patricia are allowed to go camping in the woods by the house. But of course, they're them and this is Anubis, so nothing's going to run smoothly.

[loveshotzz]

How I’m about to be switching between blurbs and chapter two tonight.