I need hugs. Or porn.

[elrhiarhodan]

I swear...I work with some really smart people who are complete idiots. This has been a day that makes me doubt my own sanity (which can be questionable at times, anyway).

I need funny GIFs, fluffy animal pictures, snippets of your works in progress, links to funny videos. Seriously. Anything you'd like to share will be most appreciated.

And just to show that I can give as well as receive, have some porn



Neal struggled against the handcuffs and murmured, "Officer Burke, I'm getting a little uncomfortable here."

Peter smirked, spat on his hand and stroked Neal's obscenely erect cock from base to tip and back down again before commenting, "I don't think you're all that uncomfortable, Caffrey. We both know how easily you can get out of those cuffs - you just wanted one last hand job from me before I sent you down to Central Booking. If you're lucky, Clinton Jones won't be on duty - he's been fantasizing about your tight little ass for years. He also has a thing for public performances."

Neal blinked, considered a number of options and finally settled on the one that was must mutually appealing. "If I give you a blow job, will you let me go?"

"A blow job, hmmm - your mouth may be pretty, but it not pretty enough to risk my badge. Besides, if I let you go, my wife will be pissed. She was looking forward to watching Clinton break you in."

"You're a generous man, Officer Burke - willing to share me like that. Your desk sergeant, your wife - I'm surprised you're not planning on letting your dog have a go at me."

"Oh, don't worry, Caffrey - that's for the weekend. Satchmo really has taste for dirty criminals like you."

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[theatregirl7299]

Here's some small porn. You've read it before but it's been a while.
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Peter loved power.

Most people might have thought it would be the power that came with being in charge of the pre-eminent White Collar Division. Or maybe the thrill of being groomed for a higher position in Washington.

But no – his kind of power was different.

It was the 300 horses under the hood of his new BMW.

It was the rush of solving a case that everyone else had given up on.

But most of all, it was the ability to make Neal Caffrey fall apart with a simple word.

Watching him, kneeling so beautifully between Peter’s feet. Naked except for the Shibari ropes that El chose to perfectly match his eyes.

Neal’s lips pleading, begging for Peter’s voice. His eyes wide and frantic, cock fucking the air, thrusting for release, sweat dripping from his normally perfectly styled hair.

Waiting for that perfect moment, that exact instance when Neal crossed the line from need to submission.

Taking his time. Leaning in, close to Neal’s ear. Scenting the want, the desperation.

Molding the word like an artisan with his clay. Slowly releasing it, barely audible on his breath.

Come.

[elrhiarhodan]

Mmmmmmm, just lovely. Thank you.