luckypressure:

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Behind a closed door and within the confines of a certain Cheerio’s bedroom, irregular pants and the hitching of breath could be heard, accented by tiny whimpers and small grunts.

“Mmph- Santana-” Small hands fisted the sheets under her.

The cheerleader laughed breathily as she looked down at the smaller brunette below her on, lying on her stomach. “Rachel, baby, I need you to breathe.” A whimper and a groan escaped the singer’s lips as the Latina pressed down and she squirmed. “And stop moving so much. Ay Dios mio.”

“I can’t- I can’t help it.  This is every uncomfortable and I- ah! Oohhh… Ne-nevermind- that’s good. Keep- mmmmn - keep doing that.” The diva took a few deep breaths and Santana smiled.

“That’s it. In and out now, babe. Nice and easy.”

“Yesss”, hissed out the vocalist, caught somewhere between pain and pleasure. “Harder, San. Right there- oooh.” The diva attempted to arch her back, but was held down firmly by Santana’s weight and she groaned in frustration.

Santana’s smile twisted to a smirk and she shifted her body forwards, pressing harder and repeating her actions until Rachel was absolutely humming in pleasure. The taller girl leaned down and whispered, right next to the singer’s ear, “See? I told you it’d feel good.”

She didn’t get a reply beyond another whimper, followed quickly by a drawn out moan. Not even pretending to hide the smug smirk on her face, Santana nipped Rachel’s earlobe before refocusing her efforts into making the little diva come undone.

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Later, when she was sprawled out atop of Santana, legs entangled and her head on Santana’s chest as the cheerleader’s hand ran through her hair, Rachel sighed happily. “Alright. I concede. You are an excellent, if unprofessional and theoretically untrained, masseuse.”

The Latina snorted, but didn’t stop the light scratching she was doing to the girl’s scalp. “Untrained my ass. Coach had us all trained in proper massage therapy like, freshmen year. I’m just naturally extra talented and did more than just legit therapy shit.”

Rachel only smiled, closing her eyes as she snuggled closer. “Well then. I’m glad to see you’ve put your talents to good use.”

“Damn straight, woman.” replied Santana, just before she yawned. “Now go to sleep, before you manage to somehow stress out over something and undue all my hard work.”

The smaller girl yawned as well. “Mmm. Fine. But only because you make an excellent pillow.”

Santana didn’t bother replying to that, beyond rolling her eyes and smiling affectionately. They were both asleep soon enough.

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((It’s sooo cliche but I swear to god this idea refused to leave my head. Hope you enjoyed it, despite the mild teasing. How many knew where this was going before they saw the end?))

Feels awkward, but mostly because I haven’t written for myself in ages and I’ve NEVER written fanfiction before. We’ll see how this goes.

mmmmrizzles:

Rizzoli & Isles Season 2 Gag Reel

:)

(source: RizzlesGirls Blog)

Oh God I’m dying. Completely and utterly dying XDDD

mmmmrizzles:

Rizzles hottness.

There’s even a handle to grab. I mean what?

(via empirestateofsan)

Coulson: We need you to look this over as soon as possible -
Tony: I don’t like being handed things.
Pepper: That’s fine because I love to be handed things. So let’s trade.

God I love these two.

(via observer-who-waited)

laughingstation:

I’M DYING.

I don’t know if that made it better or worse XD

(via purrpickle)

21/100 photos of Naya Rivera