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Releasing Tension

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings: 18+ NSFW, fem!reader, p in v, blowjob, creampie, no use of protection (don’t be stupid, STDs are bad), idk let me know if there’s more

Synopsis: Spencer is tense and you stumble upon a way to ease his tension. (I don’t know how many times I wrote the word tense in this but it was too many)

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

He was always tense. Something about him never seemed to be able to relax, and although he seemed happy sitting up against the armrest of your shared couch, reading a heavy old book - that you couldn’t for the life of you figure the name of since it was printed in russian - you could see his body was slightly rigid, as though he felt he had to be wary. It had always been like that, you’d brought it up to him before and all he said was that “stress is a part of his nature” but that it “didn’t stop him from doing things he enjoyed”.

That seemed to be enough for him. It wasn’t for you, though. “Spence.” You murmured, facing him from the other end of the couch. He glanced up at you, humming his acknowledgement at his name and giving you a small smile. You loved the way even the teeniest of his smiles to you would reach his eyes, making the golden brown almost sparkle.

“Hey, is everything okay?” His soft voice broke you from your thoughts, and you nodded your head.

“Yea I’m fine, was just lookin at you.” He gave a shy smirk at that and tucked a piece of loose hair behind his ear.

“Is that all you wanted? To look at me?” The amusement in his voice was undeniable, and you gave a small shrug to feign nonchalance.

“Mostly just to look at you,” You lifted yourself up and draped yourself over his lap, curling up against him like a cat, “also because I could see how tense you were from the other side of the sofa, and it was agitating me.” You gave a sheepish smile, tucking your head into his chest and he sighed, looking at you as though you’d asked “are we there yet” for the twenty-third time in a half hour trip.

He set his book down on the coffee table and put a hand on your cheek. “I love you baby, you know I do, but you have to understand that I’m just like that. I’m fine, and I know you worry that I’m not okay but it’s just how my body works. It’s how I process stress; from the bau, and from anything else. But I’m okay, and I’m happy. I promise, sweet girl.” His voice was soft and you could hear the steady heartbeat in his chest as he rubbed soothing strokes against your cheekbone with his thumb.

“I love you more.” Is all you replied with, capturing his hand in yours and kissing his palm. You adjusted your position to sit up a little and kiss his cheek, his jaw, his lips. You gave him a peck, both smiling into it like lovesick fools, and resting your foreheads together as you pulled away. This time he leaned back in, connecting your lips, and it was longer, softer.

You moved on his lap again for better access to your kiss, and he sucked in a breath. “Stay still.” He barely got the words out before attaching his lips back onto yours, suddenly feeling much hotter than it was before. You lifted up and moved to straddle him, quickly merging your lips back together. When you fully sat down, Spencer's hips bucked up to meet yours and he let out a breathy groan, tucking his head in your neck and kissing the skin there.

His half hard dick pushed up into you as you sat on him, and the combination of feeling him against your now wet cunt and the way he sucked at the skin just between your neck and shoulder had you letting out a soft whimper. “Doc…”

His hips jumped when he heard you, and he moved his hands to grasp your hips, pushing you down as he rutted himself against your cunt. The wetness that had started to form was now soaking through your pants, the skirt you were wearing pushed up by his hands so he could glance down and see the mess you were making on his trousers.

“Fuck, please… so good baby, feels so good.” His grip on your hips tightened and he gasped into your shoulder, biting down slightly. He was close, and what kind of girlfriend would you be to let him cum in his trousers, when he could cum in your mouth instead?

You lifted yourself to stand, legs wobbly as you had been nearing your own orgasm along with him. He whimpered at the loss of contact, and tried to reach out for you to pull you back, but you just smiled. “Turn around, Doc. I want you facing me.”

Spencer and your’ relationship was normally fairly equal in dynamics. It was all about giving each other pleasure, and so by focusing on each other you both settled into a comfortable situation. If one of you were in the mood to take more control, you would. If you recognised that one of you needed something, you would give it. It was interchangeable, and that was what you enjoyed about it.

A few days before, Spencer had bent you over your kitchen table, fucking into you roughly and leaving marks on your body that you could still faintly see. Now you were giving him a peck on the lips and dropping to your knees, delicately pulling his trousers and boxers down his legs and watching his cock stand against his stomach.

He was very still, eyes wide in anticipation. It looked as though he was trying not to scare you away, and the thought amused you. As you reached to hold him, you raised your eyebrows, silently asking for permission, and he nodded profusely. That encouraged you to wrap your hand around his cock, which was dripping precum, and he hissed as you dragged your hand up and thumbed his head, spreading the precum down his shaft to make it easier to work him.

After you had stroked him a few times, you decided it was probably best to give him what he wanted, so you leaned in and licked from the bottom of his dick to the top, tonguing his slit. His hips involuntarily pushed up, and he leaned his head against the back of the sofa, letting out little breaths as he flexed his fingers against the couch to calm himself.

The sight of him was beautiful, eyes scrunched up, mouth hanging slightly open. You couldn’t help yourself, so you took his head into your mouth and hollowed your cheeks, running your tongue over the sensitive underside of his head. He choked out a groan at the feeling and the noise went straight to your core, soaking your pants even more.

Your clit was throbbing but you refused to pay it any mind as you took him further into your mouth, bobbing your head and stroking what you couldn’t achieve. He was looking down at you now, and when you made eye contact you pushed yourself further down on his cock, making your eyes water.

“‘M not gonna last.. feels too good.” He breathed out, lacing his fingers through your hair and gripping it, but not making a move to control your actions. You moaned around him, mostly just to see his reaction, and you were pleasantly rewarded as he whined, whispering an amalgam of curses and your name.

A tear began to drip down your cheek from taking him so far into your throat, and he lifted the hand that wasn’t in your hair to hold your face and wipe away the tear. Even through the pleasure burning in both his gut and yours, he never failed to do little things that warmed your heart. It gave you the motivation to speed up your motions, bobbing your head faster. The room echoed with the obscene noises of your mouth around him and his little moans that let you know he was ready to cum.

With your free hand, you moved to cup his balls and lightly squeeze and he could barely let out a groan as his breath got caught in his throat.

“I.. I’m-“ He tried to warn you but it was too late, and hot ropes of cum shot into your mouth. His hips stuttered and his grip in your hair tightened, forcing you to groan around his cock as the last ropes of cum filled your mouth until it was dripping down your chin. You carefully suckled his head until he looked satiated, and then pulled away and made sure to look directly into his eyes as you swallowed the mouthful of cum and grinned.

His head dropped to the back of the couch and he grumbled out a “fuck me”, shaking his head and smiling at your display. “C’mere.” He beckoned, helping you to your feet until you re-straddled his lap, centimetres from his still-hard cock.

“Did you like it?” you asked, daring to look timid now, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

“Like it? Did I like it?” He let out a breath and shook his head, swiping his thumb over the cum on your chin, and before he could do anything you pulled his thumb into your mouth, lightly tonguing the pad of his finger. “You are so perfect.” He pulled his thumb from your mouth and replaced it with his lips. “So perfect. I loved it.” The taste of himself in his mouth felt unusual but mixed with the taste of you he couldn’t complain.

You placed your hands onto his shoulders, squeezing lightly. “Less tense. I’ll take it.” Your remark made him scoff, and he pulled you in for another kiss - to shut you up you presumed. You didn’t much mind though.

As he pulled away, his head dipped down to kiss just under your chin, and then continue his kisses down your neck. It was soft, showing his gratitude, but you couldn’t help the way your walls clenched at the action despite his intention. “Spence..” You warned - though not exactly sure what you were warning him about - but he understood nonetheless.

“Do you want something?” He teased, acting as though a minute ago he wasn’t moaning and mumbling nonsense as he came in your mouth. His little kisses never ceased, although now they were much less little.

“Please.” Your voice came out whiny and needy and the sound he made in response was almost pained.

“When you ask like that I can’t refuse you. I would do anything if you asked just like that.” He lifted his head to your face, hands pulling at either side of your head to crash his lips against yours, He was somehow soft and rough at the same time, making you unable to breath and unable to want to. “Do you want me inside you baby? Can I be inside you?” He was rushing his words between kisses but you heard them perfectly, and it shot straight to your aching clit.

You pulled away momentarily to question, “Can you go again?” You didn’t want to push him, but he seemed overly enthusiastic about fucking you.

“I need it so bad.” He was almost begging, even though he knew he didn’t have to. You needed this just as much as he did, the begging was just an added bonus.

“Fuck me, then.” You said pointedly.

“Fuck you?”

“Fuck me, Doctor Reid. If you don’t I think I’ll go insane.”

And at that he grinned and flipped you both over, now lying across the couch with Spencer between your legs. He made quick work of pulling your pants down and groaned when he saw the wetness glistening on your pussy lips. “So wet for me, sweet girl. I could never get over how wet you get for me.” He was barely audible, speaking more for himself than to you, and he leaned forward, grabbing his cock and giving himself a few short strokes.

When he was back to being fully hard, he pushed his tip between your lips and against your slit, collecting the wetness and dragging it up over your clit. Your eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, but they soon flew open as he roughly pushed into you without warning, filling you until your pelvises pressed together. The broken cry that left your mouth had him rocking into you as he waited to be told he could move.

He was desperate to fuck into you but he needed your permission and it was driving him insane. His face was nuzzled into your neck and he was inhaling slowly, gripping onto your hips bruisingly to ground himself.

“Move.” You uttered the word and he immediately pulled out half way, slamming back into you like his life depended on it. He set a heavy pace and it wasn’t long until you were a moaning mess, grasping at his arms that were now steadying himself on your hip and next to your head.

“Feel so good baby, you’re so perfect. So perfect for me sweet girl.” The nickname sent a bolt through you and you clenched around him. “Ah fuck, you can’t do that to me baby I won’t last.” He warned, but that’s what you wanted, so you laced your fingers through his hair and synonymously pulled at his hair as you tightened around him. The shocked moan he let out sent waves down your spine and you could feel that familiar coil tightening in your gut.

“I need you to cum for me Doc. Cum inside me Spencer.” He couldn’t reply, only whimpering in response as his pace lost its rhythm, sharp thrusts combining with shallow ruts as he began to reach his peak. His hand on your hip trailed over and began to rub small circles on your clit as his hips began to spasm and he warned with small groans that he was close.

Your orgasm sweeped over your body and your thighs tightened around his waist as you whined, white flashing in your eyes as the pleasure overtook you. You gasped and came back down as Spencer stilled, cum spilling deep inside you as his body lightly shook with the pleasure. He stayed like that, hips pushed as far against you as they could go, head rested on your shoulder as he gasped in little breaths of air while he calmed.

When he felt he could move, he pulled out of you and collapsed on top of you, his cum beginning to drip from your spent hole but neither of you moved to clean yourselves up. You lay there for what could have been minutes or hours, not saying a word, until you broke the silence. “Definitely not tense now.” You whispered, and you both couldn’t help but laugh.

“Hey, I’ll admit to being tense all the time if it ends like that.” He mumbled against your skin, and you chuckled.

“We could always just do that anyway.” You replied, and he hummed in agreement.

He planted a soft kiss to your jaw, unable to lift his head much further, and moved his hand to hold your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “Thank you.” He spoke quietly against you.

“Always, Doc.” You turned to kiss his palm and fell back into comfortable silence, almost sure Spencer was falling asleep.

#smut #spencer reid #spencer reid smut #doctor spencer reid #criminal minds #p in v sex

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odinsblog · 3 months

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This is what taking Alabama’s asinine ruling on embryos to its natural conclusion looks like

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self-aware-sawtrap · 2 months

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I’m so glad that other people had the experience of not being able to tell strahm and hoffman apart for the majority of saw v. when I watched it i didn’t even question that they were the same person. I was just like oh my god. this guy’s fooling everybody.

#I was just under the impression that hoffman was a criminal alter ego for strahm. alibi style not like. jekyll and hyde style #saw #saw franchise #mark hoffman #peter strahm #coffinshipping #detective hoffman #saw v

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balanc3d-p3nguin · 4 months

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✨🐠 [beach boy & orange zest ]🍊✨

[i'm losing my mind over our life i cried so hard during Reflection and basically throughout the rest of the game]

#art #fanart #digital art #artists on tumblr #our life #our life: beginnings & always #our life fanart #olba #ol:ba #cove holden #cove james holden #our life cove #our life mc #i played through all of it in one sitting #then immediately got all the dlc #THE WEDDING DLC RUINED ME #it is pure criminal that this game isn't more appreciated #the amount of l o v e in it is gut wrenching

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mggsv · 10 days

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“ HE’S CRAZY ! “

s. Jaeyun (JAKE) x f!black reader || (18+) || reblogs would be appreciated

warnings : criminal!jake, smut, fingering, dirty talk, squirting, over stimulation, talks of pregnancy, breeding,

“We encourage everyone to lock their doors, and other entry into your homes. If you see anyone who resembles this man, please call the number on your screens———“

“You see that shit?” Jake scoffs, turning off the television. He throws the remote on the coffee table in front of you, water dripping down from his hair. His orange jumpsuit halfway off, shirt drenched. “It hasn’t even been two hours.” He scoffs.

“Calm down.” You roll your eyes, sleep heavy in your eyes. You couldn’t believe it was him at first, being in prison for a little over a year already, his sentence not even completed yet, Jake was in front of you.

“I am calm!”

“Oi, don’t yell at me australian man.” You grumble, reaching over towards your phone to check the time. “...Jake it’s 12 am-“

“I needed to see you.” He sighs, “I hate it in there.” He starts taking his shirt off, making his way around the table. You felt his cold, damp chest against your bare legs. Sleeping in only a large t-shirt, his to be exact, and your bonnet. You fell asleep to the heavy rain outside.

“Well next time you beat up a guy think of the consequences.”

“He was hitting on you!”

“You did the same thing now look at you. In jail over a girl.”

“MY girl !” He looks at you in disbelief while you giggled to yourself.

“Hi baby..” he murmured, lips leaving sweet kisses up your leg. Anyone else would be freaking out, but this..this was normal for the both of you. It all started when he first got locked up, coming by to kiss your walls before he was back like nothing happened.

You squeal, feeling his wet hair tickle your thighs. “Go dry off- shower- hell anything before you get my couch dirty.” You swat him away, a faint chuckle could be heard while you rubbed the sleep from your eyes, fixing the bonnet on your head that nearly slipped off.

“No time.” He sighs, and in an instant he had you staring up at his body hovering above you. “Let’s just get married so you can come fuck me there.” He stared into your brown eyes, and you know there was some truth behind what he said.

“Or..you could stop having Jungwon let you out.”

“He owes me.” His shit eating grin flashed before he was kissing your nose, eyes, cheeks, forehead- everywhere.

“mm..they’re gonna get you.” You gasp, his cold fingertips brushing over your soft nipples. Your hands coming up to hold onto his broad shoulders, admiring the view of his muscles and the way they flexed with every movement. Just what the hell is he doing in there…

“They never do.” And he’s right. This happens so often people start to ignore the news when it comes to Jake. It’s like a joke at this point. Jungwon letting Jake out just to come see you..his everything. You remember when he first appeared on your couch, coming home from work to see him sitting there eating.

Jake’s lips capture your own. His hand rode up your shirt, you sit up a bit to get it over your head and onto the floor it went. His fingers grazed over your bare sex, leaving you whimpering. He groans, fingers slipping in with ease. Pulling away to watch how your eyes shut briefly before opening again, your brows furrowed- hand reaching for him. He loved to watch you…

“No one else has been opening you up but me right?” He talked quietly, sharing only the air with you. Your back arched at the curl of his fingers, pressing against that sweet spot inside of you. Your clit throbbed, hips rocking against his long fingers. “..fuck.. no-“ You gasp. His thumb rubbing small circles on your nub. “Jaeyun..”

Your body was on fire. Listening to the squelch of your own cunt. Jake toyed around with you. He slowed down..sped up. He left you a whimpering mess.

“No one?” he hums, small smirk glittering his lips watching you tremble. It’s been a while since it was him doing all the work. “No- n..o one- hah..” Your cunt squeezes around his fingers, throbbing. Legs shaking, you felt tears build up in your eyes. “M..m-cumming-! Please-“ Your hips jerk, he didn’t stop. You felt your blood run cold, warmth filling your body as your orgasm washes over you.

“My girl..” he groans, fingers leaving you empty. He slips them into his mouth, teasing you. “Fuck I miss you.”

“Gross.” You scoff, laughing a bit, though breathless- legs spreading further while he pumped himself. Jake let out a small hiss before lining himself up with your heat. Your slick gathering on his thick length.

“I don’t have long.” He looks into your eyes, making you snort and look away.

“..I know.”

“I’m gonna go fast.” you felt the tip of his cock push into your folds, a shaky moan leaving your lips at the feeling..it has been a while after all.

“I..I know.” Your back arching slightly at the feeling of his tip touching that sweet spot inside of you. He didn’t have to be so big.

“Hold on tight for me baby.” He whispers , hips pulling back slightly , all to snap back forward in an instant. “Oh fuck-“ you choke on a cry. Your hands found his broad shoulders, gripping. His thrusts hard, but slow. For a moment, you thought he’d almost lied to you just to tease. Boy were you wrong.

You’re not sure when, or how..but your face was deep into the arm of the couch, loud smacks of skip slapping together echoed through your apartment. Your breathless moans barely audible, Jake’s groans and whines filled your ears while he fucked you like no tomorrow. Fuck baby…feel so good- f-fuck..

Jake held your hips in place, his own snapping forward. You didn’t know when it would end. His groans turning into raspy moans. He bit his lip, head tilting back. His toes curled. Gonna leave you with a gift before I go yeah? Cumin’ so much in this pussy-

He filled you to the brim, and after that, again. Good fuckin’ girl taking this cock so well-

“Jaeyun-!” You felt everything being pulled out of you all at once. Your shaking legs being the only thing keeping your body upright by him. You felt your cunt squeeze around his cock. Your creamy mess squirting around the both of you (and getting on the couch something you’d yell at him about later when he calls) leaving your eyes rolling back.

You felt his cock twitch inside of you, thrusts getting sloppier. His tip popped out of your hole with a small pop, fat globs of his cum slipping down your cunt. a fucking mess, and he knew you hated messes..it’s gonna be hell cleaning up.

Your eyes flutter shut, ears filled with Jake’s heavy breathing. “I love you.” He pants, thumbs rubbing circles on the prints he left on your hips. “m..you too” you say just as tired. It still rained outside, but you could hear a faint beeping of a car.

“His timing is terrible.” Jake groans. He gets up, scoping your body up, holding you securely while taking you to the bathroom. He sits on the edge of the tub, holding you while he ran water. “I won’t have time to stay…i’ll call you tomorrow yeah?” He grins at you.

“What fucking gift were you leaving me with? I heard that-“

“Shhhh don’t ruin the moment.”

“If i come to visit you next week and im pregnant so help me Jaeyun-“

“Happy early birthday baby.” He kissed all over your face while you mugged him, pouting. “My birthday already happened fool.” You captured his lips, giggling softly. He turns off the water, giving your butt a small smack.

“Tomorrow?” He breathes against your lips. You knew he was on the verge of tears by the way his lips trembled.

“Tomorrow baby..or next week.” You scoffed. He sat you in the warm water, your nipples hardening at the feeling of it taking over your body. “I love you Jakey.” You stick out your tongue, holding his hand before he was off.

#sim jaeyun #sim jake #enhypen #jake x black reader #enhypen x black reader #kpop x black reader #engene #kpop #jake enhypen #enhypen jake x black reader #enhypen jake x reader #enhypen jake smut #enhypen smut #kpop smut #kpop x black reader smut #v chats 🐚#poc reader #criminal love

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justinspoliticalcorner · 15 days

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Jill Filipovic at Slate:

Should the very state of being pregnant place women in a subclass of citizen, vulnerable to criminal prosecution or civil penalties for behavior that would be perfectly legal from a nonpregnant person? Judging by their proposed legislation and various legal antics, the anti-abortion movement says: Yes. Pregnant women simply should not have the same rights as any other U.S. citizen. Take, for example, efforts to criminalize the crossing of state lines for abortion. There is a very, very long tradition in the U.S. of allowing people to travel out of state to access medical care, and it’s so deeply ingrained we barely think about it. Consider, for example, the businesswoman who lives in New Jersey but works in New York City and so goes to the dentist in midtown Manhattan, or the dad who lives on the Kansas side of Kansas City but takes his sick kid to a specialist at a hospital on the Missouri side. A great many Americans don’t think twice about crossing state lines for health care. Abortion opponents are trying to change that for one group of people: pregnant women.

Conservative legal groups are already drafting model legislation to prevent pregnant women from traveling for abortions by legally penalizing anyone who helps them, a strategy used by the state of Texas in one of its abortion bans, which allows anyone in the U.S. to sue those who assist women with abortions—and be rewarded with a bounty paid by the state. The architect of that Texas abortion bounty law was Jonathan Mitchell, an anti-abortion activist (and Donald Trump lawyer) who is currently representing a Texas man in his quest to probe into his ex-girlfriend’s abortion, which she allegedly sought outside of their home state. Mitchell filed a petition to learn the details of this woman’s abortion for, he says, a potential future lawsuit. But to be clear, the woman in question did absolutely nothing illegal: Traveling out of state for health care, including abortion, is not against the law in Texas or anywhere else. It’s just that Mitchell and other abortion opponents would like to change that—and are apparently happy to represent controlling (and, in another case Mitchell took on, allegedly abusive) men to do it.

They’re also happy to reclassify pregnant women as a kind of sub-citizen who, by simple virtue of their pregnancy status, are not entitled to the same legal freedoms and protections as anyone else. A Texas woman who goes to a Colorado abortion clinic is being treated differently from any nonpregnant person who travels for a medical procedure—and you can bet that this categorization of pregnant people as suspect, should they travel out of state, will lead to all sorts of investigations and abuses.

Take this hypothetical: Say the anti-abortion movement succeeds and makes it a crime to travel out of state for an abortion. Say a woman in Idaho (where abortion laws are so extreme, they have no exceptions for saving a woman’s health) travels to Washington state, where abortion is legal, and gets her hands on abortion-inducing drugs. Say she’s not pregnant. Say she takes the drugs anyway. Has she committed a crime? Or, to use a more likely legal model, say Texas makes it a crime to help a woman travel for an abortion, and a Texas woman goes to Colorado, gets abortion-inducing drugs, and takes them, despite not being pregnant. Is the friend who helped buy her plane ticket still liable? Presumably not: No pregnancy means no abortion, which means no violation of an abortion ban. But if the two women in these scenarios had been pregnant, the legal calculus would be entirely different.

Or to use a perhaps more realistic scenario: Mifepristone, an abortion-inducing drug, is also commonly used to treat Cushing’s syndrome, and researchers say it has tremendous potential to treat other illnesses, too, from various cancers to PTSD. Under an anti-abortion legal scheme, if a Texas woman with Cushing’s syndrome travels out of state, gets mifepristone, and takes it, she (or those who help her) would face potential legal consequences only if she’s pregnant. It’s her status as a pregnant woman—not the act of traveling or even taking an abortion-inducing drug—that is the problem. And generally, the law frowns on making a person’s status—rather than their actions—the basis of a crime or a lawsuit. That’s part of treating all people equally under the law, and offering all people the equal protection of it.

Preventing pregnant women from crossing into a state for a legal medical procedure isn’t the only way in which the anti-abortion movement is attempting to curtail basic rights and protections for anyone carrying a pregnancy. Earlier this year, abortion opponents argued before the Supreme Court that pregnant patients should be treated differently than nonpregnant ones in cases of serious medical emergencies—that doctors and other health workers should be permitted to give pregnant women a substandard level of care, and to essentially refuse to appropriately stabilize them. If a woman comes in and is very ill, she’s entitled to one standard of care; if she comes in and is very ill and pregnant, that standard of care is lower in states that criminalize abortion.

At issue in the Supreme Court case, a ruling in which is expected early this summer, is the Emergency Medical Treatment and Labor Act (EMTALA), a law initially written to prevent hospitals from dumping seriously ill patients who couldn’t pay. Pregnant women in particular were often coming into hospitals in labor, only to be refused care; there were stories of women birthing in hallways and cars. EMTALA says that any hospital receiving federal Medicaid dollars (which is most hospitals, both public and private) must provide lifesaving care to anyone who walks through their doors, regardless of their ability to pay. That means that hospitals have an obligation to stabilize ill patients. (If they don’t have the ability to appropriately stabilize a patient, they must move the patient to a facility that does.)

Jill Filipovic wrote in Slate the insidious trend of anti-abortion hardliners making pregnant people 2nd class citizens by enacting laws criminalizing access to out-of-state abortion services (this is also applicable to gender-affirming care).

#Jill Filipovic #Slate #Abortion #Pregnancy #War On Women #Anti Abortion Extremism #Texas SB8 #Jonathan Mitchell #Criminalization of Abortion #SCOTUS #EMTALA #Moyle v. United States #Idaho v. United States #Mifepristone

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ineed-to-sleep · 6 months

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decided to play the whole game again w nawen bc now I got her a fleshed out backstory + character development + most importantly. mods for pretty clothes

#I mean I had them by the end of the game but now I have them at the start #looking pretty at the start just hits different #bg3 #oc.nawen #sleep.txt #also this is ciri's outfit in different colors but it just really fits her story-wise and I'm feeling my feelings #I'm getting immersed I'm roleplaying I'm in the zone #bc like. just prior to this she had a rlly important position in the shadow thieves #and she was in baldur's gate on a mission to take control over the city's criminal operations for them and especially #to take the place of nine fingers keene #but behind the guild's back ofc. bc how else would they do this #she didn't exactly want to do it for a variety of reasons but what she wanted never mattered anyway #so she tried and made her move but. she failed #she got caught and attacked and barely escaped #she ended up crawling into a cave near the city to tend to her wounds #and it's right after that that she gets kidnapped by the mindflayer ship #so the messy clothes with barely any armor and the bandages just really complete The Look #if I could I'd just take away the belt on her waist but oh well. ig that would be too much to ask #but either way I am v happy w this heehee

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finnickodaair · 5 months

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EMMA MEYER Gen V (2023-)

#emma meyer #gen v #genvedit #the boys #theboysedit #emmameyeredit #lizze broadway #lizzebroadwayedit #tvedit #*#ít's actually criminal she doesn't have more love and edits?? :(

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chishikizi · 2 months

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⌕ MORTAL ENEMIES

Pedido pessoal

⚠︎ Caso se inspire, me credite

⎙ 17.03.24

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virescent-v · 1 year

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snap me, emily

a/n: emily prentiss x femBAU!reader. As the new liaison to the BAU, you're the expert in social media and cybercrime. But you've met your match in snapchat and Emily.

word count: 3.3k+, includes y/n

You’ve been a member of the BAU for only four months, but you knew this was where you wanted to plant your roots, if you could swing it. They had originally brought you in as a liaison, specializing in cybercrime and crime against children and adolescents. Your prime focus was on social media and violent crime between children. When they first brought you in, it was for a case involving two fifteen year old girls committing crimes against their classmates; unspeakable things that fifteen year old kids shouldn’t even know about, let alone have to worry about. But it was something you saw more and more of in your line of work.

The unit kept you on after that because the next case also involved teenagers. An eighteen year old and snapchat and the unthinkable. At your age, you couldn’t understand the hype revolving around an app where the pictures delete after a certain time, but hey, you’re old, according to your nephew, so what did you know? Your job, however, basically required you to have and understand all of the popular apps, so you were familiar with its features.

You’ve enjoyed your time with the unit. You’ve learned a lot, but you’ve also gotten to show off your skills. They’re like a family, so it was hard to stick around and assimilate into their group and not just be the liaison. But after that first case, they knew you were capable, and they were warming up to you little by little.

Doctor Spencer Reid was the first one to really take an interest in your work, besides Penelope, who was all about your involvement in cybercrime. Reid, though, just didn’t understand social media, so it was an enjoyable time trying to explain snapchat to a literal genius.

“You can take pictures or videos and send them to friends. But after you view them, they disappear,” you explained, settling yourself into one of the seats on their jet.

“Disappear? Where do they go?” He asked quizzically, with a little head tilt.

“Into the void, Spence. Gone, forever, never to be seen again,” Emily said with a smirk towards you. During your time with the team, you’ve come to realize her and Derek like to pick on Reid the most, but it was out of love and respect and hardly ever in malice.

Also during your time with them, you’ve realized a little more about Emily.

Just that you casually have a huge crush on the profiler.

The two of you have slowly gotten to know each other over the past couple of months, and you don’t think she knows anything about your crush. Or, at least, you hope she doesn’t.

Spencer looks adorably confused. “Why would someone partake in such an app? Why wouldn’t you want to save the pictures or videos?”

You smile at his confusion. “You can save them, if you want to. The people you send them to can screenshot them, but it will notify the person who sent it that you have.”

“And…that’s a bad thing?” He asked.

You giggle. “It is if you send something you don’t want them to save.”

He looks even more confused, if possible. “But what would you be sending to someone, for only ten seconds, that you wouldn’t want them to necessarily save?”

A smile burst out across your face as you caught Emily’s eyes. You looked back at Spencer, your smirk growing. “Nudes, Doctor Reid. Salacious, naughty, nude pictures of yourself.”

A blush immediately deepened on his cheeks. “Oh.”

“Oh, is right, pretty boy,” Derek laughed.

You and Emily caught each other's eyes again, laughing along with Derek. Sometimes you thought it was fun to poke fun at him, too.

—----------------

The case ended up being harder than any of you thought it would be. Apparently, the unsub was also a technological genius, almost outsmarting Garcia at multiple turns. The case ended up taking you over a week to solve.

On the jet on the way back to Quantico, it was quiet. Most of the team was laid out trying to catch a bit of sleep before landing, since it was past midnight by the time you got back on the plane.

You settled yourself in at the small table towards the front, since most of the team had taken to the back. You pulled out your phone, ready to check on your work emails, things you’ve missed since being with the team for this case.

“Sending salacious, naughty things on snapchat?” Emily said with a smirk, settling in the chair across from you.

You scoffed, smirking back. “Wouldn’t you like to know, Prentiss.”

She leaned forward in her seat a little, resting her arms on the table in front of you both. Her button up shirt split open just a tad more, exposing more of her smooth skin. You peeked down quickly, before catching her eyes again. “Actually, I would,” she said. Bringing out her phone, she opened her snapchat and just said, “Add me,” while showing you her snapchat username.

You glanced at her phone, before looking back at her. Her look was almost unnerving, confident in a way you hadn’t seen before. A challenge, you thought.

You pulled out your phone, opened your app, and added her. You decided to send her a picture of herself, sitting across from you, with a label across the screen that just said, “look at this pain in my ass.”

Emily’s phone dinged with the notification, and she looked down at her phone before laughing, actually laughing, at what you’d sent to her.

“Fair enough, y/n.”

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You made it back to your apartment close to almost two in the morning. Utterly exhausted, you threw your keys on the entrance table, shuffled your shoes off, and headed into the kitchen for some water.

While pouring a glass, your phone dinged on the counter. Sighing, expecting something work related at this ungodly hour, your heart leaped into your throat.

A notification. On snapchat. From Emily.

You knew her apartment was closer to the Bureau than yours was, so she’s likely already been home for over half an hour.

Staring at your phone, you couldn’t figure out if you wanted it to be a tame picture of the cat you knew she had, or…something…more.

But there was no way that Emily knew of your crush. You were so careful.

But, she was a top profiler, you thought. Maybe she could read you better than you thought.

Rubbing your palms on your pants to rid them of the sweat that seemed to come from nowhere, you picked up your phone. Swiping on the notification, your app opened. Hesitating just a second, you pressed on her snap.

Oh my.

The picture itself wasn’t terribly revealing. A glimpse of that skin you caught on the jet earlier. The top of her shoulder. A collarbone. The strap of a lacy black bra barely hanging on.

“Goodnight, y/n. Sweet dreams,” it read.

Ten seconds wasn’t nearly enough. You wish you had screenshot it.

—----

Your dreams that night were plagued by lace and skin, a thankful reprieve from your typical nightmares.

Still, you slept pitifully. Never getting more than an hour of sleep in a row before you’d wake up tossing and turning.

Seven in the morning came much too soon. The alarm blaring forced you to finally get up and start your day.

It was going to be a long one.

—---

“Wow, y/l/n, you look like death warmed over,” Morgan said from his desk.

You groaned. “I feel like it.” You headed to Hotch’s office. If there wasn’t a new case, you were sure you were going to be sent back to your home base in New York. You passed by Emily, who looked up at you from her desk. She smiled at you before hiding it by taking a sip of her coffee.

“Late night, y/n?”

“Just couldn’t sleep well, I guess,” you said, continuing to walk past her. Don’t give her the satisfaction.

“Why? Something keeping you up?” You could hear the taunt in her voice. Like she knew you couldn’t sleep because of her.

“Just some dreams, still hyped up from the case. Nothing out of the ordinary,” you mumbled. You kept walking, not making eye contact with her. Today is definitely going to be a long day.

—----

“Your work on the past two cases have been immeasurable, y/n,” Hotch said, sitting at his desk across from you.

“Thank you, sir. I’ve enjoyed working with your team these past few months.”

“Let me cut to the chase. How would you feel about transferring here to Quantico?” He settled his hands in front of him.

Your face scrunched. You definitely hadn’t expected that. “Sir?”

“Like I said, your work has been crucial for these past two cases. It’s been noticed by some very important people. If you want the transfer to the BAU and D.C. permanently, it’s yours.”

You couldn’t believe it. You were sure he was going to thank you for your work, but send you back to New York. The shot you’ve been waiting for was here. And, if it gave you the opportunity to explore whatever was happening with Emily, you weren’t going to pass it up. “Absolutely, sir. This is where I want to be.”

You thought Hotch almost smiled. Almost.

A knock sounded at the door. JJ poked her head through. “Sorry to interrupt. We’ve caught another one. A bad one. And we could use y/n.”

“Conference room in five,” Hotch said. “Welcome to the team, y/n.”

—---

In the conference room, Hotch announced to the team of your transfer before JJ could go into the case.

“Y/n has graciously accepted an offer to transfer into the BAU permanently,” Hotch said, looking at his team.

“Yes! This is so exciting!” Penelope clapped. This case, apparently, also needed her to be briefed. You smiled at her enthusiasm.

“Congrats, y/n. Welcome to the badass club,” Morgan said, smiling at you.

“Welcome to the team, y/n. Now we can talk more about Doctor Who!” Reid exclaimed. He found out of your love of the show from the mug you’ve been drinking out of while you’ve been here. You shook your head at his eager geekiness.

“I can’t wait, Reid,” you smiled. “Thanks everyone. It’s been a pleasure working with you all these past few months and I can’t wait to learn more from each of you.” Glancing at Emily, you saw her wink at you. You immediately felt your cheeks flush.

“Alright, let’s get into this next one,” Hotch said.

JJ pressed the clicker bringing up the next set of case photos, jumping into the briefing. “Wyoming. We’ve got five bodies so far. Clues to their whereabouts were posted on snapchat. We think the unsub is a young twenty-something, based on the voice in the video that we have, but we can’t be sure.”

You grimaced. Sounds like another social media fiasco.

—-

You once again settle yourself in the front chair of the jet, immediately pulling out your notebook and phone to start making notes about the case. Your mind worked best if you could write down thoughts as you had them, and then go back and analyze them. You already had some ideas about this case and, with how complex it already sounded, you needed to keep track of what you were thinking.

“So, y/n, what are your thoughts on using snapchat for this case?” Spencer said from his seat on the sofa. The rest of the team loading onto the plane listened in as they made themselves comfortable. Emily, of course, sat across from you again.

You cleared your throat. “Well, like I explained with the last case, snapchat allows its users to send videos that disappear after the chosen time frame. Since the unsub is sending videos from different accounts, no one knows when to screen record them, so it makes having the videos for us to analyze even harder. I’m surprised we even have the one video. This unsub is clearly seeking attention, but still wants to remain a mystery. They’re creating a game and expecting people to play.”

“How do we get access to the videos, then?” Derek asked.

You sighed. “Snapchat will sometimes let us into their servers. But they don’t keep the videos or user information long. It’s kind of their whole thing. I’m hoping Garcia will have some luck back tracing. Otherwise…we play along.”

You could feel the tension in the air. Playing along meant finding more bodies, usually.

As everyone got settled and the plane took off, you went back to your notebook, scribbling things down as they popped into your mind. You’d share with the team once they were more concrete ideas. As you wrote down a thought, you glanced up. Everyone was seated, except Emily. You just assumed she went to the bathroom. Continuing to write your idea about the multiple snapchat accounts, your phone dinged.

A snapchat notification.

From Emily.

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth. If it was anything like the one from last night, you weren’t sure you wanted to open it in a confined space with all of your colleagues. But, if it was like the one from last night, you didn’t want to wait. You wanted to see.

The decision was made for you when Emily settled back into her seat across from you. She looked you up and down, noticing the slight flush on your cheeks and neck, the way you bit your lip, and the notification highlighted on your phone.

She smirked at you. You were really starting to hate (love?) that smirk. “Gonna check that?” She asked, looking at your phone.

You glanced down at it, turning the screen black. “Nope. Nothing important,” you shrugged.

Emily leaned forward again. Mirroring the pose she gave you last time you were in this position. Except this time, there was no added sliver of skin. She licked her lips, raised an eyebrow. “You sure about that, y/n?”

You breathed in heavily through your nose. You weren’t sure if it was the right move, but you picked up your phone. You peeked back up at her before hitting the notification.

She was sitting back against the seat, almost too relaxed. A lazy sort of confident grin on her face, her elbow on the armrest, her hand resting against her face, chewing slightly on her thumb nail. Waiting. Watching you.

You hit the notification.

And you had to stop yourself from dropping your phone…or your jaw.

There on your screen was Emily. Or rather, her lower abdomen. Her shirt was untucked, held up by her hand. Her pants slung low on her hips, unbuttoned. A portion of red lace visible.

You knew you were being examined. But you didn’t care. This time, you didn’t make the same mistake.

You took the screenshot.

Emily’s smile widened.

Your blush deepened, but you couldn’t help smiling back.

—--

The day was almost too much. You spent most of it with the team at the local police station going over ideas and tactics to find the unsub. You were happy to be back at the hotel for the night. You needed some time to unwind.

After undressing and getting the water temperature right in the shower, your phone dings with a notification. Your heart starts to race, hoping it is what you think it is.

Reaching for the phone, your breath starts to quicken. Snapchat. Emily. It’s starting to become your favorite notification. You bite your lip while pressing on the notification.

Holy. Fuck.

You’re not sure how she got the picture, but whatever she did, you’re thankful.

It’s almost boudoir-like. It’s a side profile shot, Emily leaned in a door frame of her hotel room. She’s in nothing but her bra and underwear; you have no idea what color they are because the photo is black and white. Her back is arched against the frame, one arm stretched slightly above her head, the other resting on her lower abdomen, the tips of her fingers just under the elastic of her underwear. One foot is propped up a little on the frame, highlighting her thigh and calf muscles. You can’t see her face, as it’s shrouded by her dark locks.

Before the time runs out, you screenshot that one too.

A second later, a chat notification: “Like what you see?”

It’s at this point that you decide to not let her win whatever gauntlet she thinks she has thrown down.

You quickly take a shower, not wanting to miss out on the hot water.

When you’re done, you leave your hair as is. Without brushing it through, it’s got a little wave to it. You grab one of the fluffy white towels and set up your phone on the bathroom sink. You place the towel across your body, but don’t wrap it all the way around you. You use one arm to hold the towel across your chest, barely covering your nipples, making sure to push your breasts up a little to deepen your cleavage. You set the timer on your phone. You use your other hand to drag the bottom of the towel up from your mid-thigh. Doing so leaves almost nothing to the imagination; there’s skin visible on each side of the towel. Everything is covered, but it feels like almost nothing is.

You type a quick “Like what you see?” across the bottom of the picture and send it to Emily.

You smirk. Two can play that game, Prentiss.

You finish your nightly routine, getting dressed in just some underwear and an oversized t-shirt, your preferred sleepwear.

You’re just about to get into bed when there’s a knock at the door. You look at the clock. Who’s knocking on my door at almost midnight?

You pull the door open, standing a little behind it, covering up the fact that you aren’t wearing pants. “Emily?”

“Let me in, y/n,” she says.

She’s got this look on your face you’ve only seen at crime scenes. Determined. Confident. Ready for anything.

“Em, it’s almost midnight, I was just getting ready to get into bed,” you hesitate.

“Does it look like I care? Let. Me. In.”

You knew she’d back down if you really wanted her to. But you didn’t.

You opened the door, staying behind it as much as possible. When she passes through it, she pushes it closed, exposing you to her.

She looks you up and down. You can feel how hungry her gaze is. It makes you stagger back a little into the door she just came through. “Emily, I-” you start.

“Uh uh. Quiet,” she says. Her voice is low, almost a whisper. More gravelly than you’ve ever heard it. She walks forward, pinning your body to the door. She’s not even touching you yet and you’re already panting. “Do you know what that picture did to me, y/n?”

Your eyes are wide as you stare at her. You slightly shake your head.

“I was in bed. Lights out, ready to sleep. I thought you weren’t going to respond. Was just about to put my phone down for the night and roll over. Then I got that.” She paused, took a deep breath, so close to you that you could smell her shampoo. “I never thought you’d take the bait, y/n, but I was so happy you did. Then I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Naked, dripping wet, and teasing me.” She brought one of her hands up to your face, tucking your hair behind your ear. You shakily inhaled. “Tell me you want this, want me, y/n. Tell me, so I can make both of our dreams come true.”

You could hardly breathe. Emily standing so close to you made it almost impossible to think let alone speak. You nodded quickly.

“Words, y/n. Use your words.”

With a deep breath, you sighed, “I want you, Emily.”

She crushed her lips to yours.

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a/n: this story got away from me and I've been awake way too long. Wanted to post it anyways. I'm thinking a part - two might be in order if the collective agrees? ;) also sorry for any typos lol

#emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss #fanfic #criminal minds #emily prentiss x y/n #emily prentiss fanfic #virescent v fanfic

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secondhandmckie · 2 years

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@wearetheonesx | (continued from x)

It must have been around 11am, not your typical time for a break-in and surely Tess had not expected any company as Jason had left for some ‘business’ meeting in the next town over. Sleepy, dressed in her underwear and one of Jason’s oversized t-shirts, she looked like she was dragged out of some B-quality comedy. She was on her way down to make some breakfast, when she ran into the stranger at the table. Her entire body tensed up, and although she tried not to show her sudden anxiety, her eyes betrayed her. “Who are you?” Suddenly feeling slightly under dressed, Tess pulled the t-shirt down a little bit. But in her discomfort, she still noticed the blood and for some reason, her motherly instinct kicked in. She turned around and opened the small storage space to grab the first aid kit. She planted it on the table, grabbed some towels and a bottle of water. “Alright, come on” she said, moving around the table so she stood in front of the stranger. She was shaking slightly– she was actually afraid, but also not willing to let someone just bleed out in Jason’s house. “Do you know Jason?” She asked, reaching for the jacket Molly was wearing. She wanted these clothes out of her way.

So, this was the new eye candy? Maybe that was a little harsh--the girl seemed nice enough. Actually, she seemed more like a frightened animal than anything else, but there was an odd sort of pride in being able to do that to people. That was definitely not a normal reaction to have, she was certain, but that was also something she wouldn’t likely want to talk about.

Molly arched a dark brow as Tess moved about the space and gathered supplies. It was only when the woman reached for her jacket that she jerked away from her hands. Instinctual, but the message was clear--don’t touch.

“...we work together.” Replied Molly after a moment, glancing toward where Tess had emerged from. “Told me to meet him here. Guessing by your face that means Jay decided to cut out without telling either of us. Fuckin’ typical.” After a moment, she glanced to the first aid kit, and leaned (painfully) toward it to scoot it closer. She’d take care of it herself. “Men, right?”

#;tess #wearetheonesx #v; the criminal

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eleni-cherie · 13 days

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finished the raw draft for "a thief's origin" about Taehyung and Cassandra, which will be the prequel to jimin's "among thieves" and yoongi's "a thief's end" 💜

now I have to edit it and hopefully start publishing it soon 🥰 (gonna link its masterlist here when i post it)

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odinsblog · 3 months

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Just like wheat is not bread, embryos are not people

#politics #abortion #alabama #in vitro fertilization #reproductive rights #baby molly #embryos #healthcare #reproductive justice #roe v wade #religious reich #pro choice #ivf treatment #ivf #fetal personhood #criminalizing ivf #christofacism

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whiskeyghoul · 8 months

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All Tied Up || [Spencer Reid X f!Reader] Pt.4

A/N: Welcome to: The porn chapter part 2 electric boogaloo. This one is even longer, since it's the final part. I hope you like it. I took a bit longer to write it too. Lmk if there are any ideas for other stories you'd be interested in me writing and I will see what I can do.

Tags: shibari, aftercare, implied aftercare, softdom spencer reid, piv, safe, protected.

Previous part || First part

You laid on the bed, looking up at Spencer who had just taken his belt off. It fell to the ground with a soft clink, his pants did nothing to hide his arousal. Your eyes landed on it, taking in just how large he would be. How beautifully he could fill you up. It made your mouth water slightly at the idea. Spencer saw you eye him and he smirked, “Like what you see?” he asked teasingly. “I’m not complaining.” You said back, a streak of confidence in your current compromising position. You were still trying to catch your breath after climaxing around his fingers. Spencer let out another breathy laugh.

Spencer took his sweater off, discarding it to the floor together with his belt. He padded over to the bed, climbing back onto the bed. It dipped with his weight, your eyes following his movements. He sat up on his knees, leaning back and slowly unbuttoning his button up. Eyes trained on those fingers, how expertly he moved them. You could almost feel them inside you again. Your tongue darted out, wetting your lips unconsciously. He shrugged off the button down, exposing his torso and allowing ample time to look him over. He was toned, you knew he had to be but somehow under the button down and sweaters he just seemed skinny. Now that he had taken off his shirt you could see some of the clear muscle definition. He wasn’t muscled like Derek is, but you quite liked the sight in front of you. Maybe even preferred it to the more muscled physique that so many men tried to achieve. Spencer leaned down, placing his hands on either side of your body as he sat between your opened thighs. Leaning over you, his short curls falling forward slightly. He looked into your eyes and you stared back. Deep amber, brown honey almost completely swallowed by the black of his pupils. But you could still see some of the colors that you have seen so many times. His eyes flicked down towards your lips, then back up again to make eye contact. “I want to kiss you.” He said it so close to you you felt his breath ghost over your lips. “Go ahead.” You could barely finish the two little words before he pressed his lips against yours. You could feel the slight scruff of his day old shave as his soft lips molded against yours. It was soft, tender and gentle. A gentle sigh escaped your lips as you felt his hand move up your body, settling at the back of your neck to hold you close. The shift caused him to press his chest to yours.

Your nipples rubbed the skin of his chest, a soft moan escaping you and Spencer took it as his chance to deepen the kiss. His tongue invaded your mouth, licking and tasting around. Pressing together, the kiss turned from gentle to needy. His hand grabbing the hair at the back of your neck, pulling it slightly to turn your head upwards, eliciting a moan in the progress. The need to touch him took over. To pull him close and feel your arms wrapped around him. Running your hands through his soft hair was all you could think about. His hips ground into yours. The still clothed erection rubbing against the wetness of your panties. The friction caused a soft groan to be emitted by Spencer. The sound came from the back of his throat and you swallowed it up greedily. You wanted more of it, more of his sounds, his taste, his feeling. As much as he was willing to give at that moment. You moved your hips, grinding against him to pull another groan from him. Spencer let out a soft gasp, you grinned in turn. “I’ll wipe that grin off your face.” Spencer groaned, pulling on your hair again. A gasp leaving your lips, “I can’t wait.” You watched as he moved his free hand down, the sound of his zipper gliding down felt louder than it was in reality. He slipped his hand in his pocket afterwards, fishing out a foil packet that you recognized all too easily as a condom. This was really happening, not some weird day dream about your co-worker, he was right in front of you within reach and yet you couldn’t touch him. Spencer pulled his cock from the confines of his pants, which slipped down slightly to hang around his hips. Exposing the tuft of hair right at the base of his beautiful cock.

That’s what it was. Beautiful. Probably the most beautiful you had seen. It was long, slightly curved and smooth. The vein at the bottom was just begging for you to run your tongue over. Spencer wrapped his hand around the base, giving himself a few strokes. You bit the inside of your cheek, knowing you had been staring you looked up to see a half smirk on his lips. His look sent another shiver down your body. The thought of him inside you made your pussy clench, butterflies filling your stomach at the scene playing in your head. The sound of the condom being opened made your eyes flick down again, watching him roll the latex over the head and fully down the length. His right hand found its way back to your pussy, pushing the lace aside again before slipping his pointer finger and middle finger in effortlessly. You clenched around him, excited to be feeling filled up again. Spencer made a scissoring motion, spreading you open further before removing his fingers and gathering up some of your wetness. You watched him spit in his hand before stroking his cock again, wetting the length with the combined liquids.

Your hands wanted to move, touch him, urge him to be faster and enter you. Being tied in place made a frustrated groan leave your lips again. “Feeling impatient?” Spencer teased and you rolled your eyes at the comment. You were anything but impatient, he was just taking his sweet time. “I want you.” It was a needy sound, a plea for him. Spencer swallowed at your words, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down tempting you to kiss and bite it. You didn’t have time to, though, when he descended down on you, lips finding yours again as you felt the tip of his cock slide through your soaked folds. A surprised moan leaving your lips. He ground his hips against you and you gladly reciprocated. Moving your hips in perfect synchronization with him. Your tongue greedily searches out his, swallowing the soft groans that left him. His pants discarded along the way. He guided himself to have his tip rub against your clit a few times before he pushed it in.

The stretch made you gasp, your eyes fluttering close at the pleasurable feeling. Spencer’s hands grabbed your waist, pulling you closer against him as he entered you. Slowly, so slowly, he filled you. A low groan falling from his lips. Like you had thought, it was perfect. His cock was thick enough to make you feel full, the length hitting you right where it felt best. His pelvis met yours, skin to skin as he was completely inside of you. His right hand splayed over your pubic area, lifting his head to look at you. He gently pressed down, causing you to moan his name at the pressure on your walls. The feeling caused you to clench and in turn he let out a groan. Your name tumbled from his lips with admiration “God… I can feel myself inside you.” He said it almost like he was in awe of you. “Fuck, Spencer, move please.” You begged softly, grinding against him, rolling your hips to get any amount of friction.

Spencer sucked his teeth, a small grin as he pinned you in place to stop you from moving. Another whine released from your throat. “I’m going to be taking my time with you.” He said the words slowly, pulling his hips back as he spoke until just the tip was left inside of you. His breath hitched, punctuating his sentence. “You’re going to enjoy taking it just how I give it to you.” His hand stayed on your pubic area before he snapped his hips forward, filling you completely again. The tip hit your cervix. Strangled moan escaping you at the pressure of it, coupled by the groan that left Spencer, it sounded plain erotic. Spencer’s head dipped down, his lips finding the skin of your jaw before moving downward. Lips and teeth and tongue on your skin, down to your neck, your collar bone before they found the swell of your breasts, leaving probable hickies in his way. Your bra still pushed under them allowed his lips to latch to your nipple, warm and wet lips enveloping the left one, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin caused you to arch your back. Needing more of his touch.

He repeated the motion of moving his hips back slowly, pulling out near completely before pushing back into you in one fell swoop. Continuously hitting that same spot, causing waves of pleasure to move through your body, the slow pulling out working to calm you down to a certain extent. Each time a soft whine or whimper escaped you, wanton sounds that were needy and high pitched. If you were to hear yourself back you’d deny ever making these noises. When Spencer started to set a steady pace you rejoiced internally, eyes fluttering closed as your mouth hung open with pleasure. Perhaps he’d taken pity on you, or perhaps he couldn’t hold back anymore either. Spencer pulled his mouth away from your nipple, moving back to kissing you hungrily. Like he was trying to swallow every sound you made. His lips tasted of your skin. “More- Spencer- Need more.” You couldn’t form a full sentence. The words taken right out of your mouth as you tried to keep up.

The sound of your skin meeting filled the room alongside your gasps, the wet sound of your kissing and the moans that filtered out from both Spencer and you. The hand that had been planted firmly on your pubic bone traveled down, his thumb brushing against your clit in gentle circles. Combined with the steady pace you got closer and closer to your orgasm. You could feel Spencer’s pace falter every few thrusts, an omen of him possibly getting closer to climax too. Your limbs started to ache from the way they were angled and the pressure as your muscles flexed.

Spencer’s fingers moved more quickly, more intensely as he brought you closer to the edge. The action made your legs tremble, unable to clench them together in their tied up position. The spasms making their way through your body. Spencer’s name fell from your lips like chanted prayers, mixed in were the calls of ‘I’m close’ and pleas of letting you come. Your words and sounds only work to urge him on. “Come for me. Show me how much you love it.” Spencer whispered, pressing his lips under your ear with a breathy groan. His thumb flicking your clit expertly as he used his free hand to angle your body just right for him to hit your most pleasurable spots.

You closed your eyes, screwing them shut as you let the feeling overtake you. Pleasure washing over you in waves as you hit your climax. Your jaw slack as the moan that escapes your body can’t be contained. Feeling your walls clench and contract around Spencer’s length, earning you one of the most delicious groans from him. He kept his fingers moving, his thrusts even as he fucked you through your high. Leaning your head to the side against your arm, chest raising up and down with labored breathing. A whine left your mouth as Spencer continued to rub your sensitive nub, bordering on over stimulation. “I want to see you covered in my cum.” Spencer said, looking for confirmation as you opened your eyes to watch him. He’d slowed his movements down, lazily thrusting into you. You could feel every twitch of his dick, knowing he was close, holding back until he got what he wanted. You gave him a lazy nod, satisfied smile on your lips as you did. Spencer smirked, he pulled out leaving you feeling empty again, going to sit on his heels. You wanted to protest but then again you wanted him to come too. Watching his hands as he removed the condom he began fisting his dick. Stroking up and down the length you watched, wanting to remember what he liked. Just in case it was ever your turn to put your hands on that pretty cock. His ragged breathing mixed with groans became louder, his hand faltered in its steady strokes until the first drops of spent hit your abdomen. It was warm, milky white and there was more than you expected. You watched him rock his hips absentmindedly, getting himself off, a soft whine escaping him. He really was beautiful like that. You watched his chest rise and fall with ragged breaths as he came down. You must have looked a mess in your current state, lower abdomen covered in cum, hickeys and marks littering your neck and chest and that blissed out, just fucked hair. Spencer smiled as he looked down at his work. “You’re so beautiful.” He said it softly, letting his hand glide over your tied up thigh. That hungry look from before had left his eyes, now simply filled with warmth he looked at you. “Hmm, I think you’re just saying that to make me feel good.” You mumbled with a sigh as it felt like you finally caught your breath. “No… I really think so. Let’s get you untied.” Spencer said in that gentle tone, moving his hand back down to the knot that held everything in place. He slowly began untying you, hands so gentle you could hardly feel them working. He gently brushed the previously covered skin. Dipping down with the marks it left, they were shallow but where you had strained there were signs of discolouration. Once both your legs were untied he started to gently massage each calf, then your thighs. Soft satisfied sighs left you as you reveled in the touches that soothed your slightly achy muscles. Spencer sat next to you, “Can you sit up for me?” He asked quietly, touching your arm with the tips of his fingers. Once again your answer came in the form of a lazy nod as you allowed Spencer to help you sit up so he could start untying your arms. They felt heavy once they were untied, he gently rubbed your muscles again. Smoothing away the aches, bending them softly to help you relax. You could feel the cum drip down your stomach, over your panties, and on to the bed. Though you didn’t really care about the mess you’d made together. You haven’t felt better in your life. You looked at the mirror across from you, seeing the evidence of your late afternoon on your skin. The rope left red marks that could possibly stay there for a while. The starting hickeys on your neck were prominent. The white cum that dripped down your body, staining your panties and his bed sheets.

“You owe me a new pair of panties.” You mumbled with a smile before looking back at Spencer who was rolling up the rope in neat bundles already. “I first owe you a nice, hot bath.” He smiled back at you, leaning over and gently placing a kiss on your temple.

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