#lets do things that give serotonin

[moonlightpirate]

Okay brain we are over halfway done with this essay if we can at minimum finish getting it typed we will be good to go we can deal with citations and editing tomorrow if necessary we just gotta type it up

[fisheito]

WOOOUUGHGHHHHH HI ITS ME. THE ANON WHO SENT YOU SO MANY WORDS ABOUT BABY YAK AND THE AAAARRRRTTTTT!!!!!!! THE ART!!!!!!! oh my god the big baby cheeks the silly gulp GRANDPAS FACE!!!!!!! WAAAIIILLLSSS!!!!!! god i am bouncing off the walls, i have been poking at a longfic of the Baby Yakumo Acquisition that essentially would be the album full of from mostly snake to less snake more human but i am very easily distracted LOL. i almost sent you some in the initial enthusiasm burst but it was 1) pretty decently body horror heavy and I am not about to just send someone i don't know potentially squicky and/or triggering asks and 2) absolutely got tired and distracted and then forgot completely to do anything lmao. BUT BUT BUT!!!!! WAUGHH!!!!!! absolutely absolutely floored you did art, zooming with inspiration that i will try and unleash upon The Word Document ;w; also i know it's a little bit of many hoops to jump through w me being anon all the time, i'm mega shy and really appreciate the interaction and the sillies and THE WHOLE BEAUTIFUL ART......... going to get it printed as wallpaper and spend the rest of my life staring at the egg wall

truly, a very Considerate Etiquette nod to you for being mindful of what an internet stranger may be squicked by but 1) LUCKILY, I'M INTO THAT SHIT i meannN. i do not know what counts as body HORROR? like, waht would it take to horrify me? the body is already quite freaky in its mundane operations. what's a lil contortion and species mixing and differing structural anatomy between yokai :^).............

2) we tired out here. absolutely understandable. i will always support creators creatin' at their own wild whims

gotta say !!the way you wrote all those yaku snippets felt like . what my brain wants to see. BUT, written more concisely?? as in... if i tried to write out what u did, i feel like my words end up full of fillers and ermahuummmmms so idk i liked the way u formed ur words even tho they were in Casualish Ask mode. can't imagine how powerful they'd be in Edited Fic form 🤔

[francisforever2014]

“it’s so cool that an electrician can install wires but a construction worker can only build a frame”

[ectoplasmer]

did I tell you guys earlier that i might’ve almost cried when I saw littlekuriboh was streaming ryou playing phasmo. i’m so Unwell

[celibate-batjokes-mpreg-yaoi-911]

as a librarian i need you to see this.

https://www.tumblr.com/deathbecomesnerds/711233054827511808/every-day-i-am-percieved-there-is-a-reason-for

i want to kill myself

[g-ghostic-basil]

The void urge to give in to my impulses and go full autumn boy theme, despite me also liking my current theme, color choice, and lacking the energy and motivate to edit new headers/dividers/etc </3

[youremyonlyhope]

Guess who has dilated pupils which is one of the main symptoms of serotonin syndrome?!?!?!

[powdermelonkeg]

Important rules/tips I've learned as an adult that helped with anxiety

If people are mad at you, it's their responsibility to tell you, not your responsibility to guess

If they're mad at you in secret anyways, they're the ones in the wrong, not you

If people don't like what you're doing, it's their responsibility to tell you

If they say it's fine when it's really not, they're the ones in the wrong, not you

People are allowed to be wrong about you

If they are wrong about you, wait for them to bring it up, because if you try to, you will inevitably overcorrect

Some people are committed to misunderstanding you. You will not win arguments against them. Yes, even if you explain your point of view. They do not care. Drop it

The worst thing that will happen from a first-time offense is being told not to do it again. Maybe with a replacement if you broke something

You can improve relationships and gauge willingness to talk to you by giving compliments. It's like a daily log-in bonus and nobody thinks twice about it

Most things are better after you sleep on them

Most things are better after you have a meal

Most things are better after you shower

Your brain makes up consequences that are irrational. If the worst DOES come to pass and someone acts like they do in your head, they are overreacting, and you are entitled to say "what the fuck"

If your chest hurts after you feel like you've made a social error, that's called rejection-sensitive dysphoria. It means your anxiety is so bad that it's causing you physical pain, which is a good indicator that you're overreacting. Tense yourself, hold it for 20 seconds, let it go, then find a distraction

If you're suddenly angry at someone after you feel like you made a social error, that's also rejection-sensitive dysphoria. You are going to feel annoyed about it for awhile, but being genuinely pissed off is your anxiety trying to find something to blame to take the responsibility off your shoulders, and getting scared because it can't justify itself. Deep breaths, ask yourself how much you ACTUALLY want to be angry at that person, then find a distraction

"Sour grapes" is more healthy for you than stewing. Deciding you don't like someone who's perpetually annoyed with you, won't talk to you, etc. makes letting go of anxiety over them easier

If people don't like you, they will find reasons to be annoyed with you when they otherwise wouldn't. If people do like you, they will find reasons NOT to be annoyed with you when they otherwise would. People do not ping-pong between the two

You DO have to make a conscious choice not to think about something. If you're having trouble circling back to it, say out loud that you're done thinking about it and why. Then find a distraction

When you're upset, part of you is going to want to make false bids for attention (suddenly texting differently, heavy sighs, etc. but when someone asks you about it, you tell them it's nothing). Do not listen to it. You gain nothing from it except more misery

People like to help people they care about. It makes them feel good about themselves

If you think you're insufferable for needing help, see above. Yes, really. They get a serotonin kick from it

If you think you're insufferable for mannerisms you have, you either have to consciously choose not to do them, or accept that they're part of the package that comes with you. Being apologetic about existing does nothing except make you more miserable

If you do things you don't like when you feel meh about it, it makes it easier to do them when you hate it

If you avoid things you don't like when you feel meh about it, it reinforces and magnifies how bad it feels when you hate it

Seriously. Read those last two points again. If you can make yourself make a phone call when you've got nothing to lose, you will slowly lose that panic you get when you have to make a phone call you haven't prepared for. You do have to CONSCIOUSLY take that step

Hobbies that make you care for something get rid of that nagging feeling that you're not doing enough. Go grow some rosemary

If you don't engage with your hobbies regularly, you will feel miserable, and anxiety will spike

Hobbies are things that give you a bit of happiness. They do not have to be organized or named to do that. Go be creative in something. Play with coins. Make up lists. Start a new WIP

No one cares what you look like

If people point out things they don't like about how you look unprompted, they are being rude. You are entitled to say "what the fuck"

People who like you will find you pretty to some degree. Minor things about your appearance go completely unnoticed. Literally, scars and dots and blemishes do not register to someone who likes your company

You looking at yourself in the mirror is 10x more closely than anyone is going to look at you

If you're anxious about your body type, and you're creatively inclined, make/write an oc with that same shape. Give them nice things and make other characters love them. Put them on adventures. You'll start to see yourself in the mirror more kindly

You care about wording and perfect lines/colors way more than anyone who views your work ever will

Sometimes when you're upset, you're going to feel like not eating. Do not do that. Not eating makes you more miserable

Same with things you normally enjoy. Denying yourself helps no one. You are punishing yourself for being sad. Stop it

Both of these will take conscious decision to break the habit of. Make yourself do it anyways, and it will slowly get easier

And again, to reiterate: If someone is mad at you, it is THEIR responsibility to tell you, not your responsibility to guess

[auspicioustidings]

https://www.tumblr.com/auspicioustidings/734619885087375360/i-cannot-write-for-shit-right-now-so-any-little

Hmmmm I’m seeing so many x single mom readers and not sure if this is something you’re even interested in BUT

Simon meeting his pretty new neighbor while she’s moving I and realizes she is either a.) heavily pregnant or b.) has a very young baby so Simon goes “hmmmm mine now :)” and helps her out a little? (Alternatively, if you don’t wanna do Simon for this, then maybe Price?)

(Also if you haven’t read @peachesofteal’s Light On fic, Simon x single mom reader, I implore if you to do so!!! It’s so good)

Peaches Light On fics, and I am being so deadass serious, give me such a flood of serotonin any time I see a new one. Everyone get your butt over there because they are the standard for single mother content as far as I am concerned!

That being said, I've put a bit of a twist on this so it's not really what you requested at all, sorry :') I could not do a similar idea to Peaches because there is nothing I can do to improve perfection!

Tactical Action

Words: 1.1k

CWs: mentions of death

“It's not a shame Price, it's fucking ridiculous.”

Simon Riley was furious looking at the paperwork. It wasn't often that TF141 kept tabs on a promising rookie so when they did he expected nothing but excellence. What he did not expect was a large ‘Early Service Leaver’ stamp over an otherwise exemplary record.

“Their brother died in that warship collision, can't blame them for wanting out.”

“My brother was murdered, I kept fucking going.”

He had met you once when Johnny had dragged him. His Sergeant was both excited and annoyed that someone had gotten the new record for the 3rd selection phase. It made sense to get some feel for you then, if you were as good at escape, evasion and tactical questioning as the test scores suggested then the 141 needed to have you on their radar because the PMCs certainly would. 

You were a determined thing, shoulders back and addressing them with just the right amount of respect. Not arrogant, but not a pushover. Soap had been talking about how much he wanted to get his hands on you the whole drive back to base because he was a horny idiot and you were a challenge he found intriguing. Simon had just rolled his eyes and added your record to the small pile in Price's office. 

He knew a little of your background. Both parents gone, one sibling in the navy. Well one sibling now KIA. He could have understood taking leave, but to quit entirely? It made him angry, he thought it was a waste of potential. Price could see how it affected him and he sighed. 

“Go talk to them then. But do not get yourself reported for harassment and intimidation Simon, if they don't want back in then we make our peace with that.”

That was all the permission he needed. He probably should have taken Soap really, someone who could be comforting and coax you back. But fuck it, you were supposed to be good under pressure so he was going to give you some hard damn advice on not bloody giving up.

–

Exhausted didn't even begin to describe how you felt. This was the hardest thing you had ever done, but you were not going to just give up. You couldn't, not with this tiny thing relying on you. 

She had never even got to meet her parents. Your brother died just before the due date in that accident and then his girlfriend had died from complications in childbirth. You had promised her you would look after their baby if anything happened, made an oath that you'd not let her parents anywhere near such an innocent little thing. 

So you were on your own with nothing but grief and exhaustion and an ever dwindling death in service payment. They would pay part of your brother's pension out each month at least for the baby, but you were terrified that it wouldn't be enough to give her a life she deserved. She certainly deserved her parents and not her fathers ill equipped sibling, but you could only do your best even with the knowledge it would never be enough. 

You flinched when there was a hard knock at the door of your flat, freezing but taking a breath when the baby remained sleeping in your arms. You needed to move at one point you knew, a flat in a bit of a rough area was fine for a soldier (ex-soldier you reminded yourself) but not so much for a baby. 

The security you had upgraded as best you could at the moment and you checked the door camera to see Lieutenant Riley. Ghost. You had met him briefly once, but what was a legend like him doing here? Shit. You knew you looked a wreck but it wasn't like you could ignore him so you opened the door, bouncing baby girl gently to keep her sleeping. 

Simon's planned tirade died the moment he saw the situation. You had a baby. Oh that changed his tirade significantly. Your marital status had listed single, so he could only assume you had gotten yourself knocked up by some casual hookup. That was unacceptable in a soldier, so bloody stupid. 

“Shit” you cursed when she woke up, heading back inside and giving him a nod of invite.

You bounced her and tried to coo at her to go back to sleep. To please God go back to sleep. You never knew what she wanted, it felt like whatever you did was always wrong. And of course then she started wailing and the Lieutenant was in your flat closing the door behind him witnessing your absolute failure to take care of a baby. 

“Oh for Christ sake, give her here.”

Simon took the baby and hoisted the little thing up onto his shoulder, rubbing hard at her back. 

“When was the last time you fed her?”

“I- well, just before you got here. 10 minutes ago maybe? Just got her to sleep.”

“Did you burp her?”

“Oh. I…” you replied, straining yourself in an attempt not to cry. “No. I forgot.”

While his eyes were sharp on you his hands and voice were gentle and soothing for the baby. He was good at this. Did he have kids? Fuck was everyone just innately good at caring for babies but you? 

“Didn't stop to think if you could take care of her before having her?” 

“She's not mine. Well I suppose she is. I'm her only living relative, or only decent one at least. I, um… that warship accident from a few months back. My brother died during it and her mum passed during the birth. I'm her legal guardian now. I'm what she has sir, it was the best tactical action given the circumstance” you said, straightening up despite your exhaustion and prolonged terror at being responsible for such an innocent little thing. 

Simon cocked his head to the side as the baby on his shoulder burped and gurgled, now trying to get back to sleep. You were still a soldier he saw then, you were fighting back your emotions to give him a report on the situation. He reevaluated after the sitrep and took a moment to find the best course of action.

“Marry me then.”

“Sir?”

“We can get it done tomorrow. Might take a bit of time to get a decent house but we'll stay in my flat until then, better area. Still going to be out on assignment a lot but any death benefit would go to you and the widows pension would set you up for life. I'm what you have rookie, it's the best tactical action.”

“Yes sir.”

[d0youc0py]

So, i've read through a lot of your stuff, and its giving me instant serotonin, and i already love your writing, I also have a rather interesting ask, and you can completely ignore it if you wish to, but!- TF141 + Alejandro and Rudy learning that the new addition to their team is a bit younger than them(around 17-19), and a bouncy ball of ditzy airheaded-ness, and actually sees a them as Brother/Father figures? A little bit of a comfort for those, and myself included, who have platonic attachments to these badass men!

Your relationship with Price comes the most natural. He has always had an overwhelming desire to nurture and mentor those who are close to him- or those that he believes could become close to him. Considering he recruited you, he definitely saw you as one of those lucky few. You are a bit of a mess, needing some serious fine tuning, but you have an obvious want to learn and you soak up every bit of information he shares with you. He sees a lot of himself in you. He was only 16 when he joined the military and he wished he had a mentor to guide him and teach him so he didn’t have to learn from his mistakes, (not that he would’ve listened).

He was also the gateway to getting the other TF members to trust you- especially Ghost.

There is a lot of uncertainty in your job, but one thing you can always count on is that Caps got your back. You need a place to crash on deployment? He has a guest room. You need life advice? He feels like he hasn’t done anything right- but he’s been through enough things to know a thing or two. You had a nightmare? He office door is always open.

He’s a bit over meeting new people. And he lets you know that. For a long time he saw you as a reckless pain in the butt- a risk. You were a powerhouse on the field, yet you lacked that certain refinement. It wasn’t till he saw you and Price during a training. The Captain had your full attention and he saw an eagerness to learn that he hadn’t seen for a long time. He decided to give you a shot, throwing out tidbits of wisdom to see how you would respond. It would always surprise him when you not only listened but implemented what he had told you.

It was like a switch had flipped in his brain and he became the older brother that he had always so desperately tried to push down. He knows all your little quirks. What gets you fired up. What calms you down. He’s incredibly observant and it feels like he knows what you need before you do.

“Keep sleeping, I’ll cover your watch.”

“If you forget your MRE one more time.” He huffed taking out the said MRE you forgot out of his bag.

He’s the definition of tough love. His toughness keeps you grounded and on track. His loving side makes sure you are always taken care of (even though he wants to strangle you daily) and the first time you introduce him as “your brother” he nearly had to excuse himself to dry his eyes.

You’d think that the two of you would be partners in crime. Running around, causing trouble, giving everyone a headache. While the two of you do have your moments, Soap understands his responsibility as not only the elder, but the ranking officer in your relationship. Outside of the work the two of you are as thick as thieves, but out on the field it a whole different story. He’s serious, taking his self appointed job as your mentor to heart. This is the first time he’s taken someone under his wing and he is not going to screw it up. He teaches you as much as he can, as much as you need to not only be safe but successful.

The change is a shock to the TF at first, but they admire the way Soap “ages up” and it inspires them to do the same.

He doesn’t treat himself of your “mentor” or “elder” he treat you as though you two are equals. He treats you with respect and never talks down to you and he makes sure everyone else does the same.

The two of you hit it off instantly. Snarky comments are constantly flying back and forth between the comms and despite their better judgment the rest of the TF can just fight back a chuckle. He teases you relentlessly (out of love). All you have to do is make one slip up and this man will never let you forget it. But he also makes sure that if he can dish it out, he can take it too. This results in the two of you laughing hysterically, doing your best impersonations of each other. After long missions the two of you can often be found on the couch fighting over a blanket, watching your favorite comfort movies. You really are the sibling he never knew he needed.

Like Price he sees a lot of himself in you. You have drive. You do have a tendency to be a little too aloof for your own good, but it’s nothing he can’t handle. He embraced you with open arms and makes you feel like you’ve been family for decades. He’s hard on you and demanding, but it’s just because he knows what you are capable of. He understands the trust you place in him and will do everything in his power to live up to the image you have of him in your head.

You have a permanent room in his house. He always makes sure to have the ingredients to your favorite dish on hand just in case you had a hard day. He makes sure all of your trainings are up to date so you have every opportunity to make it out alive. You are so important to him and he never lets you forget it.

He’s wary of you at first. Even after Alejandro welcomed you with open arms. He saw you as a flight risk and he didn’t want to end up dead because of it. It wasn’t until one night you confessed how much you looked up to him- how you wanted to be like him.

He had misjudged you, and he apologized for it. He made up for lost time by going out of his way to be extra kind to you until it just turned into a habit. You and Alejandro both wear him out, he wouldn’t trade either of you for the world. He’s the voice of reason when you get ahead of yourself and he’s always the one who slows down and explains things to you when you find yourself lost. His patience seems almost endless and you thank his everyday for it.

Thank you for your kind words! Hope you liked this.

[the-s1lly-corner]

craving some more fluff serotonin in life, can we please have some promts of kissing/first kiss with the TADC cast? (caine will be....something lmao)

Kissing hcs w/ TADC cast

gonna format this kind of like the hugging hcs post! also reminder that requests are still closed, i am answering requests that were sent before this morning! any requests sent after are going to be deleted due to me trying to clear my inbox; please hold onto your requests until i announce requests are open again! if in doubt refer to my bio!/nm/not targeted

CAINE:

this man would not be shy about giving you affection, he would kiss you as soon as he felt it was right and you were giving him the cues and all that. he understands that teeth arent ideal for kissing so similar to kinger (who i wrote first for this post) he gently presses himself into your mouth. weird feeling but hes careful not to bite you or get too harsh, i give him a 6/10

POMNI:

very short you might have to kneel or pick her up so she can reach you if you're taller than her.. very timid and awkward, quick peck on the lips. pomni does not know what she is doing!! who let her cook! 7/10 though, pomni as a whole is soft, its kind of like kissing a marshmallow... actually she kind of tastes like one too, weird... give her some time and she'll be more confident!

RAGATHA:

soft but not as soft as pomni, instead of kissing a marshmallow its like kissing one of your dolls... i think it depends on what kind of material ragatha would be made out of... assuming the digital world gives her textures and give and all that.. hmm...her mouth is odd, i personally hc that its just. 2D. like pomni has a proper mouth, you can see the depth of it. but ragathas mouth is like, stop motion... 7/10 simply because she probably holds you close and her hugs are amazing so it just adds to the experience

JAX:

similar to caine, i think! we never see jax actually.. open his mouth, its just teeth. personally i think thats just how his mouth is, he cant open his teeth. so... teeth kisses... though caine can actually open his mouth, jax just has. the wall of teeth... odd... kiss the teeth wall i promise he brushes his teeth/j i give him a 6/10, i think its something you have to get used to

KINGER:

i said it a few times but kinger would need to hype himself up before kissing you for the first time. or alternatively, if a tense moment just happened where say.. one of you guys almost got hurt (or as hurt as you can get in the digital world,) he would probably kiss you me thinks... no mouth how will he give kiss kiss :(? gently presses where his mouth would be to yours. hard and cold, 5/10 but he still tries to be gentle so its not like hes clacking himself against your teeth

ZOOBLE:

similar to kinger but also not because of how zoobles head is shaped... maybe you guys can assume the space between their eyes is where their mouth would hypothetically be. its like putting your mouth against those plastic foods.. cold, their head feels hollow like some of the plastic food toys.. not noticeable unless you press hard against them.. 4.5/10

GANGLE:

you see this one i can work with since i have already written characters with masks getting kisses! just kiss where her mouth is and you're golden! sure the mask is also her face and shes like ragatha in regard to the 2d mouth thing... but hey its better than zooble, i think! similar scoring, i think, 7/10 also i think she would put her hands on your cheeks while you two kiss

[reidbae]

DAY 2: Drenched In You — shower sex w/dom!spencer reid

KINKTOBER 2023: masterlist

summary: After spending some quality time with your husband, the two of you shower together to clean up. But, cleaning up isn’t the only thing that the two of you have in mind while you’re in there.

pairing: dom!husband!spencer reid x sub!fem!wife!reader

warnings/mentions: vaginal sex, unprotected piv sex (pls do not do this), use of pet names (honey, my love, angel, baby, sweetheart), praise, fondling, titty sucking, thigh gripping

wc: 1.6k

tags: @nalycandy @prettyboydrspencerreid @mega-kittyglitter-1

"Come on, honey. Will you please let me clean you up?" Spencer asked you with a soft smile.

You were cradled in Spencer's lap with your face buried in his chest, having just made love with him. Spencer had been asking if the two of you could get up and shower for a short while now, and while you did feel a little unclean, you were too comfy where you were to want to move even an inch.

"Mmm, but I'm so comfy here," you voiced to him, only burying your face further into his body. Spencer chuckled at your behavior, running his hand softly over your hair.

"Yeah. But you're going to feel better after you clean up, sweetheart," Spencer whispered to you as he played with your hair. "Showers can decrease one's anxiety, as it relaxes the muscles and reduces tension, relieving stress from the body as a whole," he explained.

"And, it can also increase the production of mood-improving hormones, like serotonin and norepinephrine," the genius rambled on.

You grumbled a little, because as much as you didn't want to admit it, he was probably right.

You weren't one to doubt the words of a genius, especially when that genius was your husband.

"Okay, okay," you muttered. "We can go shower."

Spencer kissed the top of your head, bringing you closer to him before getting up, with you in his arms. "There's my good girl," he praised you in a warm tone of voice.

You felt your face heat up as Spencer carried you to the bathroom, setting you down on the counter. You were already naked from your time with Spencer earlier, with him being in just his slacks.

Spencer ran the water until it was warm, then removed the rest of his clothing. You tried not to look down as he did, but your eyes weren't too fond of the idea. You skimmed over his body, biting back a smirk.

Spencer was too preoccupied with the idea of getting you clean to notice the look that you were giving him, and took you back into his arms. You wrapped your legs around his torso, laying your head on his shoulder as the two of you got into the shower together.

Spencer wasn't joking when he said he'd clean you up. He made sure to get every bit of your body, pressing kisses to your skin before washing down each area. He asked if he could wash your hair, too, to which you let him.

You closed your eyes as he rinsed conditioner out of your hair, relaxing into the affectionate manner in which he was handling you.

If there was one thing your husband was, that was just it: Husband material.

After finishing up with washing your hair, Spencer wrapped his arms around you, hugging you from behind as he kissed your neck. "Do you feel better now, my love?" he asked gingerly.

Your eyes were still closed as you let out a happy sigh, muttering, "Yeah. Yeah, I do."

After a short while of silence, you then spoke up again as you opened your eyes. "Well—"

Spencer's eyes met yours as you tilted your head back to look at him, giving you a curious expression. "Well, what, honey?" he asked, running his hands over your torso.

"I- I'm still—Needy for you," you responded shyly, turning your face away from him.

You could see Spencer smile out of the corner of your eye, raising a hand up to tilt your chin, so you were gazing at him again. His look was loving as he rubbed his thumb under your face. "I'm always happy to please you, honey. You know that," he murmured. "No need to be shy about it."

"I- I know," you said in a timid voice. "Still, though."

Spencer shook his head and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "You're too cute, baby," he said in a sweet voice. "What do you want me to do to you, my love?"

You considered it for a second, blushing as you gazed up at the taller man. "I want to feel you again. If that's okay with you," you said, like you even had to ask for permission.

Even after years of being married to Spencer, you still felt so shy around him. It wasn't what he did, really. It was just who he was.

But Spencer had grown used to it, and he knew exactly why it was the case.

And, of course, he also knew how to handle it.

"Of course it is. I want to feel you again, too," Spencer smiled down at you, moving a piece of your own damp hair away from your face. "Can I pick you up again, angel?"

You nodded your head quicker than you meant too, causing Spencer to laugh softly. Handling you as if you would break like glass if he dropped you, Spencer took you back into his arms, to which you then interlaced your fingers behind his neck.

Warm water fell over your backside as Spencer's lips met yours, bringing you in for a soft and sensual kiss. He was incredibly slow and gentle with you, knowing that there was no need to rush a thing when the two of you were together like this.

Your hands played with his wet hair as your lips moved with his, his hands rubbing your back with a gentle touch. You could feel him smiling against your lips as he kissed you, sinking deeper into it as the time went on.

You felt the cool surface of the shower wall on your back as Spencer pushed you up to it, veiny hands gripping your thighs to hold you up. He then managed to move a hand away, now only holding you up with one. His free hand moved down just to feel his cock, that had since become hard.

You opened your eyes as water ran down your faces, gazing at him with needy eyes as you looked down. You could feel yourself growing wetter as you eyed him, and that wasn't just because of the shower.

Spencer moved his hand up and down for a few more seconds, then guided his tip to your cunt slowly. Gently, he pushed himself inside of you, and you quickly melted into the feeling that you'd been craving ever since your time together earlier.

Spencer moved his hands back down to your thighs, gripping them again as he moved himself into you, your back still pressed into the wall.

Spencer set you down to your feet, taking one of your legs into his hand and lifting it up for better access as the two of you made love. "You're so beautiful, my love," Spencer whispered.

You smiled, meeting his eyes with a needy expression. "Mmm, am not," you said in response, your brain too messy with pleasure to say much else.

"Yes, you are, baby," Spencer said, bringing his free hand up to cup one of your tits. He ran his thumb in slow circles over it and squeezed down with force, causing your head to tilt back on the wall in pleasure. "Especially when you're needy for me like this," he teased.

You only grumbled in response, allowing your eyes to close, and your body to refocus on the feeling of Spencer inside of you once more. You weren't quite sure how the taller man did it, but the hand that was fondling your breast was suddenly replaced with his mouth.

You couldn't miss the gorgeous view of your husband with his mouth full of your tit. You opened your eyes again to look at him, whimpering at the view of him bending down just to pleasure you.

Spencer's tongue swirled around your nipple as he pounded harder into you, holding your gaze as he did so. You couldn't help but moan out his name in a soft tone, muttering, "Mmm, Spence, please, keep going."

Spencer indulged you as rapidly as you had asked, his pace never slowing down.

He pulled back after a while to lean back up again, meeting your mouth in one more passionate kiss. His free hand moved down to rub your clit this time, moving in hard circles.

When Spencer heard you whine out at the new feeling, he looked at you, face still shiny with water from the shower. "You like that, huh, angel?" he asked in a teasing tone. "You like the way my fingers feel?"

You nodded, moving your lips up to kiss him with a passionate need. "So much," you whispered in response. "You have no idea how much."

"I think I have a clue," Spencer chuckled as he continued. "I like making you feel good, honey. I'll never get sick of it."

"Please don't," you groaned out.

That was the last thing you could ever want.

Spencer could feel your climax closing in after a short while, which only encouraged him to get you there quickly, so long as that was what you wanted.

Of course it was. It was what you craved, at that.

Spencer's tongue moved with yours as the both of you soon rode out your highs. You allowed both the water from the shower and pure bliss to wash over you as you reveled in the tang of Spencer's lips, the feeling of his cock, and the way he was moving his hand all at once.

You soaked Spencer's dick with your release as he filled you with his, the feeling being the final touch to fulfilling your needs when it came to having sex with Spencer.

You took a few deep breaths to calm yourself down as Spencer lowered your leg, taking a second to relax as well. When he did, he used both hands to cup your face gingerly, and pressed soft kisses to your jaw, nose, lips, and cheeks.

You giggled as he peppered you with kisses, smiling breathlessly up at him. "Thank you," you said.

"You don't have to thank me, angel. Making you feel good makes me feel good, too," he smiled down at you. It was clear that by that, he didn't mean only in the physical sense of the phrase.

"Now, for the second time today," he smiled, kissing the tip of your nose again. "Can I get you cleaned up?"

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how would the yandere bat fam react to y/n having meltdowns (e.g kicking and screaming and sobbing ect)

TW: mentions of self harm and meltdowns, sedatives,

That depends entirely on why.

If it’s because of something like the hot and cold treatment, and you throwing their treatment back in their face? Then they will be a lot more patient than if you wanted to leave.

Bruce won’t react outwardly. On the inside? He’s beating himself up for everything he’s put you through. He feels like a failure, and will try to compensate with gifts and attention. He can’t fix the past, but he can make sure he doesn’t do it again. If you are a danger to yourself? He will try to talk you down, but if he can’t, he will knock you out. You will be on suicide watch until he thinks he can trust you again.

Dick will feel guilty regardless, and the only way he will step in is if you are in danger of hurting yourself. He’s angry at himself, you needed him! You are obviously acting out just like he did! Get ready to be infantilized to the extreme, and not have any alone time to yourself for a while. If you hurt yourself, she will be worse. Do you want be allowed to even stand, he will carry you from place to place. He didn’t do anything for you then, so he’s going to do everything for you now.

Jason will take it all without complaint. He knows he messed up and he will take the punishment. You need yo get it out of your system. If you are in any danger of hurting yourself, he will stop it in a second though. You can hurt him, but you will never be allowed to hurt yourself.

Tim won’t take anything you say as anything more than hysteria. He’s such a delusional yandere that he’s genuinely confused as to why you are doing this. Hewill get you any comfort items you have, but he will not know what to say, and may end up setting you off again. The second you are in danger of hurting yourself though? He will knock you out without hesitation.

Damian will flounder. He has no idea what to do, since this will be the first time he sees you like this. He will most likely just let you go through it, silently standing by, and will bring you water and food that he knows you enjoy once you stop. If you start hurting yourself, he will instinctively stop you. He’ll probably restrain you, and talk to you like a spooked animal. I can honestly see him being the best with you when you’re like that.

If you were having a meltdown about wanting to leave the manner, they will do the same things, but be a lot less guilty and a lot more firm. You almost died the last time you left. You aren’t allowed to leave. They have to make up for what they’ve done to you. Also, Damien will definitely sedate you if he thinks you want to leave.

You wanted this love for so long. You’ve got it now. They love you. Now be a good sibling/kid, and don’t try to leave. It’s too dangerous for you outside. They are giving you everything you wanted and will buy you whatever you’d like. You just have to stay with them. 

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[lcvclywon]

in sickness and in health

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synopsis After a long fight with Jay you find yourself giving him the silent treatment. Leaving you curled up alone sick in your room, with your only comfort being the instant tteokbokki you had microwaved for yourself earlier. However it seems Jay knew where to be and what to say at exactly the right times.

warnings: mentions of food, mentions of sickness, mentions of kissing, pet names (honey), slight angst, I made YN as the 6th member of lesserafim so that the whole same building thing made sense so...js roll with it pls 😁, also not proof read!, slight fighting

genre ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ hurt to comfort

pairings: idol!jay x idol!reader, established relationship

wc ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ around 1.14k

thoughts frm yuya 💭 i know i said i was gonna go on a hiatus but i needed a serotonin boost from writing after doing a horrendous maths paper.... so semi hiatus i guess ^^ anywaysss this drabble has been rotting in the back of my mind for a while soo here u are, i'm a huge huge HUGE sucker for hurt to comfort tropes so >,<

A week. It had been a week since you and Jay had a massive argument causing the two of you to give each other the silent treatment for god knows how long. However, as if the world was out to get you, the next morning after the fight you had been plagued with a sickness that you couldn’t quite pin down, all you knew was it left you bedridden until Friday. 

Due to said sickness, you obviously couldn’t join your group for schedules and barely entered the building for dance practice. You hoped Jay would at least notice your absence, send a message asking where you were or something. But to your dismay, radio silence.

“Who cares about some stupid guy anyways…” Grumbling under your breath you reached for your chopsticks to skewer another rice cake from your measly plate of instant tteokbokki and shovel it down your throat. Maybe excessive spice you couldn’t handle and soft pillowy rice cakes could solve all your problems. 

Ding dong! Weird, you didn’t think the members would be back this early? 

Begrudgingly ripping the covers off and placing your bowl back on your table, you went to the door. Hair still an oily mess from not showering properly and clothes stuck to your body from sweat, you clearly weren’t in pristine condition to be meeting anyone. Please don’t be a delivery man, please don’t be a delivery man.

However, after opening the door, you found yourself standing in front of the one person you’d been longing for the whole week. Park Jongseong. Your gaze softened slightly and a small smile crept onto your lips, but then you remembered that you were still mad at him. Fighting the urge to embrace him and cry out for his name, you plastered on a stoic expression of indifference. 

“What are you doing here.” 

“Chaewon told me you were sick,” he said before entering into your dorm, not bothering to wait for you to let him in.

Making his way over to the kitchen he placed a white takeaway bag onto the counter before emptying its contents onto the table: a warm bowl of your favourite porridge and a cup of tea from your favourite cafe. 

“What’s this?” positioning yourself in front of Jay, you scanned the table to see the numerous small boxes of side dishes sprawled across. 

“Porridge, it’s good for you when you’re sick.” he replied before shooting his head over to the remnants of your tteokbokki “Honey why are you eating tteokbokki, you’re sick you shouldn’t be eating instant food.” he scolded before reaching over throw your lukewarm leftovers in the trash.

“It’s not that bad…” you mumbled whilst picking at the side dishes “And why do you suddenly care, thought you weren’t talking to me” Scoffing you shot him a dirty glare. 

“Correction, you weren’t talking to me; I thought you needed some space, as you usually do after a fight.” well he wasn’t wrong, you did express to him that after arguments you wanted some time to cool down by yourself, “and also, I’m not ‘suddenly’ just caring YN. Who do you think Yunjin got all those drinks, medicines, and snacks from.” 

Oh… so she didn’t buy them herself. Your gaze reached his eyes as you felt your heart soften slightly, “Okay, well you could’ve sent me a text or something. You could’ve come here and given it to me yourself, why today out of all days do you decide to come huh?” meeting your glossy eyes, Jay could tell how hurt you were over his actions. He couldn’t deny that it pained him to see you this upset. 

“Okay look, I’m sorry. I wanted to come over, but Sakura said whatever you caught was contagious and that you isolated yourself to make sure you got nobody else sick. As I mentioned earlier, you told me you liked to have time to cool down after fighting, but it was stupid of me not to even try to text you. Today it all just-” Jay stopped his rambling, catching his breath before sighing out, “I just really missed you YN” 

That was all the confirmation you needed to run into his arms and hug him so tight he didn’t even think about leaving again. Jay was quick to reciprocate, arms wrapping around you to engulf you into his warm embrace, head buried into the crook of your neck whispering sweet nothings. 

Breaking away from the embrace and tilting your head up you were graced with a warm and familiar smile painted across Jay’s face; a smile you so badly missed the entire week. 

“Don’t ever do that again.” you said with a pout 

“Promise I won't honey,” his hands reached to cup your face before adding, “Only if you promise to stop eating that stuff when you’re sick.” 

“Hey, it’s yummy! I can’t help it that I can’t cook soup or anything, tteokbokki has never failed me.” 

“Guess I’ll have to keep bringing you food then.” he replied with a smirk

“Well, I could use a personal delivery man.” giggling you reached up to mirror his actions, cupping his face with your warm hands. 

“Oh really, would a delivery man do this?” and with that he pressed a playful peck onto your lips; soft and gentle, something you missed dearly. 

“Jay!” you exclaimed, “You can’t do that, you’ll get sick!” 

“So. What.” he said between pecks, peppering your face with kisses as you giggled and placed your hands on his chest to try and push him away. Pulling away he looked into your eyes with a warm and gentle gaze, smiling softly before leaning in to give you a proper kiss. Feeling the worry of your sickness transferring to him vanish, you melted into the kiss whilst wrapping your arms around his neck. In response, his hand found its way to the small of your back while the other reached up to cup the back of your neck. It always astonished you how easily he could pull you into his orbit, almost made you forget about the soreness of your body and the fever plaguing you. 

Retreating back he giggled at your pouting face. “I’d love to continue, but I wouldn’t want the food I bought you to get cold” intertwining your fingers with his, he led you over to a chair before sitting you down. “Let’s eat okay?” he muttered before taking his spot right next to yours, hand still intertwined with your fingers. His other hand however reached over to spoon you some porridge, moving the utensil closer to your mouth. 

You happily bent forward to enjoy the bite he crafted for you, an all too familiar sensation bubbling up within you—a warmth you could only describe as, home. Jay felt like home. And you hoped he would for the rest of your lives.

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[gay-dorito-dust]

How about some blue beetle romantic headcanons?

I might’ve gone on for a bit so I had to stop myself before I go overboard. 🦦

I don’t know much about Jaime but if there’s one thing I do know is that he’s got a big heart, a massive one at that, a heart that withholds a lot of love for the people he’s blessed to have in his life; which so happens to include yourself. ❤️

With you, Jaime is a puppy in love, he’s infatuated and sometimes he doesn’t even realise that he’s doing it unless someone mentions it, it might be because Jamie finds that admiring you comes naturally to him. So much so that it becomes almost second nature for him to just step outside of himself and admire you with a dopey/puppy look in those pretty eyes of his…that is until Khaji-Da’s voice echos within his mind- and interrupting his shameless ogling- to talk about how high his oxytocin and serotonin levels were.

To which he would jump at the sound of before then becoming increasingly warm with embarrassment, which would be something Khaji-Da would also comment on, much to Jaime’s dismay;

‘Jaime, you are flustered, perhaps, embarrassed even?’

‘Oh shut it.’ He would hiss.

‘I’m sorry?’ You’d ask, thinking he was taking to you, which only made Jaime feel even more uncomfortably warm beneath with his skin as he tried to make up for his accidental slip up.

His response would vary based on whether or not he had told you about the whole Blue Beetle thing.

If you didn’t know he was Blue Beetle: ‘Oh no, not you, never you, I was just…talking to myself.’

If you did know he was Blue Beetle; ‘that was towards Kahji-Da. Not you, never at you y/n. Now what we’re you talking about again?’ Jaime would urge you into continuing your conversation, all the while leaning against the wall as the adoring look upon his face reappeared.

Cuddle bug. Look me in the eyes and tell me he’s not because he fucking is!

You’d both be cuddled up on the couch with his head resting on your chest or yours on his chest, just being your lovely selves, when Milagro would often come into the room to tease her brother by dry heaving or telling you both to get a room. She loved her brother and that love often comes with teasing/taunting the fuck out of him like siblings always do.

Allows you to borrow his hoodies because he loves how you look in them, and totally would not try to discreetly snap a few pictures that you will sooner or later find out about after he uses them as his lock/ and or Home Screen. Where again he would trip over himself trying to find an excusable answer before you would have to ultimately stop him before he hurts himself by admitting to how cute and sweet of him that he would make you his home/Lock Screen.

Or even go as far as to dedicate an whole album to you that’s filled with pictures of you both doing mundane stuff but Jaime’s personal favourite pictures would have to be the ones where you’re with his family or stargazing up on the rooftop with him.

‘Of course I would, I mean why wouldn’t I?’ He grabs ahold of your hands in his own. ‘You’re my heart and soul, the light of my life, why wouldn’t I want to dedicate you in one way or another? I withhold no shame in showing you off because at the end of the day I’m remembered that you chose me, and that’s something I would never take for granted for you are my wish upon a star came true.’ He lifts up your hands so that he may presses a kiss to them before squeezing tightly. ‘So let me at the least reciprocate the love you’ve given me.’

Though let’s be honest Khaji-Da would assume that when Jaime lets you wear his clothes, it was under the pretence of a…territorial thing so that others that may pose a threat to your and Jaime’s relationship take note that you weren’t theirs to openly stare at. And to this Khaji-Da would simply say;

‘why don’t we just eliminate all threats, just so that there is no one left alive to challenge us?’

‘First of all, you’ve got it all wrong Khaji-Da, I don’t just give y/n my clothes because I feel territorial over them.’ Jaime would begin to explain. ‘I give them my clothes because I genuinely find them beautiful/handsome/cute/charming/amazing/stunning in them and most of all I want them to feel as though they’ve got a piece of me when I’m away Blue Beetling it up as my scent gives them a sense of peace and comfort. Does that make sense.’ He finishes.

… ‘we could still kill them.’ - Khaji-Da

‘Please stop.’ - Jaime Reyes

Words of affirmation, physical touch and quality time are Jaime’s bread and butter. (though that’s just my personal opinion.)

He’s got a whole book full of affirmations made specifically for you because he becomes like a never ending fountain of sweet, dorky yet beautiful words when it came to you; So much so that there wouldn’t be a day where you went without some affirming and words from your beloved Jaime Reyes. Words that never fail to make your heart melt, your smile grow and overall make you feel like you could move mountains because that’s how being with Jaime made you feel on a daily basis.

So in return, you smother him in kisses, affection and your own words of love because why should you receive all of his love without giving him all of your love back tenfold.

[teasteeper]

beach day ^_~ 🫧 (w.kh)

pairing: street fighter bf!hendery x f!reader

genre: fluff, smut 18+ minors dni

warnings: mentions of injury, smoking, oral (m receiving), pinv

words: 1.6k

Hendery is a bit of a recluse, opting to spend his time off alone with you in your shared apartment, healing his injuries and making up for all the time you’ve spent pent up in there by yourself. The sun hurts his eyes, seeing as he only really goes out at night, and he can’t stand the judgmental looks he gets from people when he walks around with raw, bloody knuckles and black eyes on display, especially when those nasty looks are directed at you.

He can usually pacify your begging for him to take you out and do something fun, pushing your face into his pillow and splitting your little cunt on his cock until you forget all about it. But summer is something you do not take lightly, especially when it comes to going to the beach. So, you have to pull out all the stops.

“Or… this one!” You tie the sixth bikini you’ve tried on behind your neck before doing a spin for Hendery, sitting in front of you on the couch. At first you went to the bedroom to change, but seeing as you had so many skimpy swimsuits to try on, you figured it made more sense to change right there. You made sure to face him as you untied each tiny top and let it fall to the ground, turning around to peel off the matching bottoms, bending down and taking your time to search for the next one. Remember, all the stops.

By now Hendery’s back is fully slumped against the couch, an almost pained expression on his face as you force him to watch you undress and redress into your bikinis.

“So, which one?”

“I know what you’re doing,” Hendery huffs standing up and grabbing your hips to turn you to face away from him. He pulls at the strings of your bikini, starting at your neck, then your mid back, and finally the bows at your hips that had just held up the tiny bottoms. “I’ll take you to the beach tomorrow.”

As expected Hendery takes you to a private beach - not actually private but pretty secluded, like a peaceful little sanctuary surrounded by palm trees and far away from all other beachgoers.

He’s dress like, well… like a street fighter off duty. His hat is pulled lower over his face with big black sunglasses covering his eyes. You don’t waste a second before pushing his big hoodie up his torso and over his head, throwing it over to where your overpacked beach bag sits in the sand. It knocks his hat off and sets his glasses askew, and he pulls them off and throws them towards the rest of your things, offering a pretty lopsided smile he only shows you.

Getting him to the beach is a miracle, so you don’t argue when he refuses to swim, only sticking out your tongue over your shoulder as you hop over the hot sand towards the sparkly blue ocean. Hendery’s content sitting in the shade, watching your tan limbs flutter in the water as he holds the ice cream he bought you in one hand, a cigarette in the other (you bit your tongue instead of telling him about the no smoking rule).

Swimming under the blinding sun tires you out, spending the rest of the day spread out on a blanket with Hendery. The fresh ocean air and the fact that he brought you all the way here when he’d probably much rather be at home gives you a serotonin boost, half straddling him as you lean over him. Your head is dizzy and your lips swollen from kissing all over his warm skin, pulling back to take in the sight of him somewhat relaxed for once.

You ghost your fingers over his torso, tracing the deep purple bruises over his ribs and chest. It should scare you how broken he looks, how fighting has hardened him, his eyes dark and narrow like they’re on alert, his knuckles always red and raw. But it makes you warm inside, his sharp jaw and firm muscles so familiar, the bruises and scars so pretty on his pale skin.

You’re lightheaded and stupid and so, so happy, letting out a bubbly moan as you plant your puffy lips on his. When you pull away he uses his fingers to brush your half dried hair behind your ear, pressing his palm to your warm, sunkissed cheek. “What is it, baby?”

You turn into his hand, kissing across his palm before licking a stripe up the column of his pointer finger before closing your lips around it and sucking the digit into your mouth. “I love you,” you mumble around him, meeting his soft gaze.

He sighs, using his other hand to trail across your bare shoulder, pulling at the strap of your bikini and letting it snap against your skin. “I love you too… Baby?”

His hand falls from your mouth as you back up, crawling to kneel between his legs as you tug at the waistband of his shorts, impatiently undoing the button.

“Shit,” Hendery looks around, but the trees create a wall, and no one can be heard anywhere nearby.

He never does this, just sit back and watch as you do all the work. You have to look up and see for yourself that he hasn’t tangled his hand in your hair yet, finding his hands by his sides, his expression stoic save for his eyes that have darkened, watching your every move through his half lidded gaze with bated breath.

You giggle as his hard cock slaps his tummy once you get his shorts down his hips, leaning over to press a quick trail of kisses down his torso before circling your hand around his base, licking at the precum on his tip. He hisses, encouraging you to wrap your lips around the sensitive head.

You’re already drooling for him, pulling back and pursing your lips to land a glob of spit on his cock, pumping him with your first to get him slick. “Your throat,” he chokes out, “Put it in your throat, honey. Like that, fuck, my pretty girl.”

You whine sharply around him, his cock filling your mouth and his deep voice making your back arch deeper, wiggling your hips with your knees pressed together to get some friction on your centre.

At last his fingers push your hair back before tangling in the strands, his other hand cupping your jaw. “Ah- god, fuck” he groans, pressing his palm to the bulge in your throat.

You’re so messy, drool leaking from the corners of your lips and tits spilling out of your bikini top, mewling as you choke on Hendery’s cock. He has to pull you off him so he doesn’t cum, taking hold of your hips to maneuver you onto your back.

A sigh leaves you, trying to catch your breath as he hurriedly kicks his shorts off before ripping your bikini bottoms down your thighs. Your legs are already sore, whining out as he pushes your knees to your chest, inspecting your glistening, aching pussy. “There she is,” he mumbles, spitting rudely onto his fingers before dragging them through your puffy folds.

The friction sends waves through you, already dumb and fucked and moaning freely as if you aren’t outside. You’re cut off with a kiss as Hendery bends over you, humming against his warm lips. He works his jaw to open yours, smoothing his tongue over your own and swallowing your gasps when he lines his cock up to your entrance, starting with shallow thrusts that get deeper each time.

He’s deep but lazy, so unlike his usual commanding movements. When he’d usually be grunting and gritting he’s teeth his jaw is slack, trailing wet open mouthed kisses across your chest, deep, drawn out moans humming against your skin.

Your nails press into his shoulders to leverage your hips to buck up to meet his thrusts, needing him deeper. And he just knows, smoothing his hands over your hips to hold them steady as he pounds that spongy spot inside you over and over.

“There,” he sighs, smoothing his thumb over your cheek before pushing it between your lips. “Be good for me, baby. Please.”

“I’m- mmh. Don’t stop,” you whine around his digit, letting your limbs grow weak, your frame rocking up and down with his thrusts.

His torso tenses, abs flexing as his breaths get sharp and fast. “Fuck.. That’s a pretty girl. Let me see you cum, baby.”

The cord in your tummy pulls taught before it snaps, drooling around his thumb like you gush around his length.

“Baby,” he coos. “Jus' like that. Y’so fucking pretty. Look so pretty like this.”

He’s rambling, pulling his cock out of your cunt to rub through your folds as he fucks himself, warm sticky cum covering your tummy.

Hendery finally pulls his thumb from your mouth, pressing his lips to yours when you push them out in a pout. The kiss makes you smile a sort of lazy, lopsided smirk with your eyes closed.

“Sleepy girl, hm” another kiss as he lays down on the towel beside you. You look so pretty for him, skin glowing and soft from the sun and water, lips plump and red to match your flushed cheeks. Your lips part to let out shallow breaths, and he eases his thumb back into your mouth, sighing out when you accept his digit with nothing more than a small sigh. Next time you wouldn’t need to pull out all the stops for a beach day.

p.s. this pic is so sf!hendery <///3