#• 🦴 anon •

[rhiannonsknife]

okay, i don't wanna give spoilers, since you said you hadn't finished it, so.. first episode feels safe ??

fucking your cousin's is normal. it's a vault, there's limited selection. nobody blames you. but fucking your best friend.. well, that's a little much for lucy. not because your a girl. no, that's not- that has nothing to do with it, she promises. she just doesn't want to change your bond, that's all.

or super convoluted way to say lucy has a crush on you and refuses to admit it. mayb ?? idk if this makes sense sorry

also first ask i've sent that's not just conversation, so.. should probably put a name to my claim.

- 🦴 ( if possible </3 )

── KISS ME ONCE, THEN KISS ME TWICE, THEN KISS ME ONCE AGAIN

— summary: you and lucy decide to ‘practice’.

— warnings: friends to lovers. mostly fluff with some nsfw-ish content. so mdni.

the hum of the vault’s fluorescent lights buzzes overhead, the sound so constant it’s easy to forget it’s there at all until everything else is silent.

you and lucy are sprawled on the bed in her quarters, your shoulders pressed together as you share the same faded book, its pages worn from years of careful reading. the vault’s limited library doesn’t get restocked, after all.

“you ever think about what’s out there?” you ask suddenly.

lucy doesn’t look up from the pages, though her grip tightens slightly, the paper under her thumb crumbling. “not really,” she lies.

“come on!” you press, nudging her with your elbow. “you’ve never wondered what it’s like? the open sky, fresh air…”

at that, she snorts. “fresh air? you know the stories! it’s nothing but radiation and monsters out there!” lucy flips the page, her eyes fixed on the paragraph in front of her.

you roll onto your side, propping yourself up on your elbow to look at her. “you don’t think everyone out there is bad. you’re too nice for that!”

she finally glances at you, her lips quirking into a small smile. “you think i’m nice?”

“well, of course,” you say, your tone teasing. “i mean, you could just tell me to shut it and read the book, but here we are!”

lucy laughs, a quiet, breathy sound, and looks back down at the book. she doesn’t turn the page.

“okay, maybe i do think about it,” she admits after a moment.

it reminds you of childhood. of sitting in the quiet dark of the quarters, exchanging hushed secrets in the comfort of her presence.

“but not the way you do! you’ve got this whole…” she gestures vaguely, her eyes flicking back to yours. “…adventure thing in your head. like the outside world’s just waiting for you to show up and save it single-handed!”

“and you don’t?”

“nope.” she smiles. “i mean- eventually. once it is safe for all of us to return back. maybe our children will?” she clears her throat and nudges you with her shoulder. “anyway, why would i want to leave when I’ve got you around to drive me crazy?”

you grin, making a point of ignoring the way her words make your heart flutter. “lucky, lucky you!”

“don’t i know it?” she says, rolling her eyes, but her smile lingers, softer now.

the silence settles again, this time heavier with the book no longer her only focus. you don’t notice but lucy’s eyes keep darting your way, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of the paper.

she’s fighting a battle in her head. one she’s been losing for weeks, maybe months.

lucy’s been told, more than once and by multiple sources, that making out with your cousin, for example, is normal. perhaps expected, even, just to have some sort experience secured.

but wanting you? her best friend ever since she can remember? that’s something different. something that makes her palms sweat and her stomach twist in ways she can’t explain whenever she tries to picture it.

“hey,” you say suddenly, pulling her out of her spiral. “are you okay?”

“yeah,” she says quickly, her voice too bright. “why wouldn’t i be?”

“you’re fidgeting,” you point out, reaching to still her hand.

the touch is light, casual even. something you’ve done a hundred times before. but it feels different now, with pictures of your lips on hers flashing through her mind. lucy knows it’s not your fault. it’s hers. it’s always hers.

“i’m fine,” she insists, pulling her hand away and crossing her arms. “just…tired, i suppose,”

you don’t look convinced, but you let it go, lying back down and turning your attention to the book. lucy stays sitting up, her eyes on you instead of the page.

she shifts awkwardly, trying not to fidget again. you've started having that effect on her, and it's driving her crazy.

“you know,” you say suddenly as if you'd been reading her mind. “people in the vault are always talking about how it's normal to…y'know, experiment?”

lucy's head jerks toward you so quickly it's a miracle she doesn't pull a muscle.

“experiment?”

“yeah," you hum. “like...with other people…everyone says it's no big deal. ‘limited options,' and all that!”

she swallows hard, her palms suddenly clammy again. “uh...sure,” she says, trying to sound disinterested. “i mean, that's just how it is, right? have to keep the gene pool going or whatever,”

now it’s your turn to snort. “i'm not talking about marriage and babies, lucy. i mean..." you trail off. “practice.”

“practice?” she echoes, her voice an octave too high, the words catching in her throat.

“for when we do get married someday,” you clarify, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. there's a pause before you quickly add: “not to each other, obviously,”

lucy feels like her brain is short-circuiting all over again. you can't just say things like that and expect her to function like a normal person. “right….gee, of course not to each other!” she parrots.

you sit up fully now, visibly excited. “but think about it! vault life does mean limited options, right? most people are already making out with their cousins to 'prepare for marriage!” you pull a face, the very idea making you wrinkle your nose in distaste.. “at least this way, we're...helping each other out. as friends!” “as friends,” lucy repeats, as if saying it out loud will make it true. “you…you’re serious?” her voice wavers, and it’s humiliating. god, why couldn’t she just sound normal?

“why not?” you shrug. “it's not like it has to mean anything!”

she wants to tell you it already does. that it's meant something to her for as long as she can remember. that it could never not, when it’s with you.

but instead, she stammers, “i- i don't think-“

“oh, come on!” you tease, your grin widening. “what? are you scared?”

that does it. lucy always had a stubborn streak, and you’ve learned exactly how to poke it.

“i'm not scared,” she insists, sitting up straighter.

“then prove it!”

lucy freezes. the air between you charged with something she doesn’t quite know how to name. every ounce of logic in her brain is screaming bad idea, but it’s drowned out by the overwhelming desire to close the space between you. just this once. ust for the sake of practice.

“this is...for practice,” she says finally, the words shaky, as if she’s reminding herself more than you.

“exactly.” your voice is soft now, steady. reassuring.

she hesitates for a heartbeat longer, her eyes searching yours for any sign that this is some cruel joke, a trap, a mistake. but all she sees is you: familiar and warm and impossibly close. before she can talk herself out of it, lucy leans in.

the kiss is tentative at first, her lips brushing yours with a softness that surprises even her. it’s careful, until you don’t pull away. when you lean into her instead, it deepens. the warmth of your mouth sends a jolt through her entire body, a shiver that starts at the base of her spine and works its way up.

her hands hover uncertainly in the air before finding your shoulders and holding on for dear life. lucy senses you smiling against her lips, and feeling the curve of your mouth against her own sends her poor heart stumbling in her chest. stumbling, then falling. falling deeper than it ever has before.

your lips taste like the chapstick she applied on them earlier, reasoning that they’d been looking a little too dry when -in reality- all she wanted was an excuse to get to see you from up close.

now, that same gloss smears against lucy’s own, leaving the faint taste of cherry in her mouth. she wants to taste of cherry everywhere, overcome with an unexplainable urge to drown in the flavor altogether: a sweet trail drawn slowly along the zipper of her vault jumpsuit. perhaps even lower, after, so that when you’ll come back up to lucy’s mouth, you’ll taste of her instead of cherries and she’ll get a taste of that, too.

when you are the one to pull back first, heat rushes to her cheeks. you're both breathing a little harder, the space between you buzzing with something electric.

“well,” you begin, your tongue darting out to wet those lips. lucy finds herself watching, mesmerized. “that wasn't so bad, was it?”

her heart is pounding so loudly she's sure you can hear it from where you’re sitting. “uh...no. not bad!”

you grin, leaning back on your hands like nothing monumental just happened.

“we're definitely ready for marriage now,” you conclude, teasing.

later that night, after she’s made sure that the doors to her room are locked, lucy slumps down into the comfort of her bed.

her pillow is still crumpled where you sat earlier.

when lucy presses it between her legs, her face in the bedsheets to stifle her sighs, she smells cherries.

the door to lucy’s quarters hisses shut behind you.

lucy stumbles backward, her lips already pressed to yours, her hands fumbling against the curve of your waist to steady herself. the room feels smaller than usual, the bed barely a few feet away.

“just…practice…” she murmurs between kisses, her voice breathless and a little shaky.

“exactly,” you whisper back, your lips brushing hers again before moving to her jaw.

lucy hums in agreement, though the way her hands tighten on your waist as your lips find her neck suggests she’s not really thinking about marriage prep, potential husbands, or the repopulation anymore.

after that first kiss, something shifted between you. something neither of you could explain but could not resist either. what once was supposed to be casual, a vault-sanctioned form of bonding, a way to keep things ‘normal’ in an environment that was anything but had turned into something way more the moment your lips touched hers that night in her quarters. ‘normal’ went out the window then.

it’s become a familiar pattern over the last few weeks: a fleeting glance across the cafeteria, a brush of hands in the halls, a whispered promise to meet later when no one’s around.

not that you ever talked about it. with all the rules in vault 33, the unspoken one between you both was the most important of all: keep it light, keep it safe. you never pushed further than kisses, never ventured beyond the safety of your blue and yellow vault suits. anything else would be too much, too real.

still, it didn’t matter how many rules you set for yourselves; staying away wasn’t an option. not anymore.

lucy’s back hits the edge of the bed, and she lets out a quiet laugh, her cheeks flushed. “we’re getting really good at this,” she teases.

you grin, leaning down to press another kiss to her lips. “we’re dedicated to the craft,”

her laugh softens into a sigh as you pull back slightly and she can’t chase your mouth with hers, your foreheads touching.

“this isn’t weird, right?” she asks suddenly, her voice quieter now.

you tilt your head, brushing your nose against hers and drawing another chuckle from her. “weird?”

“yeah.” lucy swallows. “i mean, we’re best friends. and we’re…”

“practicing,” you finish for her.

“right,” she nods quickly. “practicing!”

you don’t say what you’re both thinking: that this doesn’t feel like what it was supposed to be. that it never did, to begin with.

instead, you kiss her again, slow and deliberate, letting the moment stretch. lucy’s hands finally settle on your waist, pulling you closer as her nerves melt away.

all these weeks of making out under the disguise of practicing for a hypothetical marriage neither of you had ever shown any interest in had been good already. great, even. better than anything else you’ve ever known. which truthfully isn’t that much, but it still counts for something that you’re more than willing for lucy to be your first.

the only inconvenience to your little escapades would come later, after sneaking out of her room: the shameful feeling of your arousal, a stubborn reminder that you could not truly be casual about any of this.

still, leaving lucy’s quarters with your wetness pooling between your legs uncomfortably would always be worth having the little of her that you'd been granted.

perhaps one day, it would actually feel like enough. until then, you'll continue with the familiar pattern you've both fallen into. you'll let her touch you through the way too restrictive fabric and say a little prayer that, one of these days, she will go straight for the zipper instead.

[bon3sandall]

[lumpmonkey]

I want to die from my ed not my alcoholism

[ana-angels-blog]

You ever just feel the fat on your body?? Like every movement, every lung expansion, every muscle tighten and you just can’t stand it. The fat jiggling, the fat in the way of being pretty?? Just the feeling of being overly disgusting?? To the point that you can’t stand even sitting in the fetal position cus you can’t stand to be in your own body??

[princessbrunette]

Princess are any of the readers scared of bugs if so do the boys tease them about it 😊

-🦴 anon

bunny reader is, but i don’t think rafe ‘teases’ her about it. its more so that he’ll catch the insect and lecture her like “jesus, kid the way you’re screaming you’d think there’s a fuckin’ dinosaur in here. it’s a spider. you’ll live.”

[hotchs-big-hands]

I've been thinking about Aaron finding out you've been masturbating to the thought of him... telling him you sometimes have to sneak off to the bathroom while you're in public... him calling you about something unrelated while your hands are down your panties....

Lowkey obsessed with the idea of Aaron finding out how feral you are for him

🦴

YASSSS you're not even dating!!! He started having suspicions cuz you sound so... off to him and sometimes he has to repeat himself when asking you or telling you things. So he conducts an experiment...

You're on a case, it's in the evening and you've retired to your rooms. As you're getting ready to go to bed your phone rings; it's Hotch. You're surprised, groaning a little at the thought of possibly having to head back out. But you answer anyway.

And god... his voice is so fucking sexy and sensual, deeper with tiredness as he discusses details abt the case... or something like that. You don't even know, his voice is doing naughty things to you, your pretty pussy is tingling and you can't stop your hand drifting down inside your underwear. You gasp a little, causing him to pause.

"Is everything alright?" He asks you. You clear your throat and force a chuckle.

"Mmm I am. Just thought I saw a spider on the floor but it wasn't really one. Guess I must be real tired, sir."

You hear him hum.

"Yes, very. Perhaps I should let you sleep now then-"

"-A-ah no! I- I'm okay to discuss the case still!" You squeak quickly, cheeks feeling warm from the outburst. There's silence for a moment and your hand in your panties stills.

"Very well, I would come and stop by but I assume you're already dressed for bed." He drawls. You squeeze your lips together to stop yourself from whimpering, opting to hum in agreement. He clears his throat. "I thought as much. Although, I am curious why you sound a bit out of breath."

Your eyes widen, thighs clenching together.

"O-oh I think it's the adrenaline of thinking I saw a spider."

"You must see a spider every time we talk then." Aaron cuts back. You gasp out, fingers rubbing rapid circles around your swollen clit.

"S-sir no I just-"

There's a knock on the door, startling you into squeaking again and freezing in place.

"U-um sir, I'm going to have to go. Someone's at my door." You say quickly, ripping your hand from your pussy and trying to adjust your clothes. "I-I'll work on my diligence in future, sir!"

Before he can answer, you end the call and fumble around to clean your hand enough to go open the door. You rush over to it, unbolt the lock and pull the door open. And then your mouth falls open; Aaron Hotchner is fucking standing on the other side, phone in hand as he towers over you. His steely gaze wanders over your dishevelled form, to the messy sheets and he nods once.

"Mhm, thought so."

He forces you to retreat back into the room and closes the door behind him, locking it. You have a lot to answer for...

[doctoratecuddles]

why is the fandom and crit community (they are more intertwined than you think) so depressing now. why are there so many predators and accusations made by said predators. getting doxxed over carruni impacted me less than this. v5 is out rn we should all be blossoming and rejoicing but no. this shit makes me wish i was there during the preboot days instead - 🦴

No because this fandom actually sucks now, it makes me think that all creeps just so happen to be a sparklecare fan.

[dontmakemeright]

God, I just started t and I’m so sensitive… I cant stop thinking about your posts. especially because I am terrible at touching myself, just having you sit me down and watch me attempt to please myself, not allowing me any toys, mmmf… I would get all whiny and probably start crying because I just need to cum **sooo bad** and I’ve been good, I deserve to cum, right????

I don’t knowwww

(Also can I take this anon 🦴?)

Hi angel, I'm so happy you wrote me. Such a sweet and well behaved little pup. I love sensitive boys. Would love to sit behind you, your back to my chest and watch you trying to get off in a mirror. Would love to hear those cute sounds leaving your mouth, feel the way your body trembles. I would open up your pretty legs wide for me to see your pretty parts ~

Answer to the second ask you sent me: Of course, DM me all you want, puppy ♡

[ghoulphile]

mayhaps a little bit of a self callout , but somethingggggg about mean ole cowboys rrmmm ...

cooper being a prick , forcing eye contact or else he stops whatever it is he's doing

" y' better listen to me , 'm dead serious . "

or

" naw .. you can do better than that , come on .. "

just a thought i had

🦴!l

i like when he's mean ok 😭?! simp solidarity~

it's so so hard to maintain eye contact when you're about to cum, lashes fluttering and dangling over the edge only to feel a sharp swat against your flank, and a low voice rich with malicious delight, "you ain't very good at listenin' - is you, sweetheart?"

when you whine, struggling to peel open your eyes and meet his harsh gaze, he chuckles. "shit, you should know better by now but i guess you need ta re-learn some rules." he shrugs, a ripple of compact muscle and taut radiation scars. "don't bother me none, s'your hide on the line after all."

...

"now, keep those pretty eyes o'yours on me or i might just have'ta find some... incentive. and that's the last thing you want, ain't it?"

a knife the incentive is a knife

ooooooh noooo what if it was the same but with being quiet 💀 man is full on fingerfucking you to within an inch of your life and it's literal life or death if you make a noise. and he stops any time you get louder than a breathy exhale, his fingers pausing until you squirm before thrusting back in so hard it rattles your spine, sharp sparks of pain making you wince. if the pain doesn't make you learn, by hell, he will.

"in the kindest way possible, sweetheart, if you don't shut the fuck up, i will leave you here ta die. and that'll be such an awful shame, won't it?"

askfgjakhsfgjhskdghs don't look at me i am going through it today

[dearcervus]

10 and/or 17 on the question post please…

-🦴

10. What’s your safeword?

Most of the time the traffic light system works just fine for me, even if it’s a little boring it easily understandable and hard to forget. For specific safe words I’ve used “rose” in the past, but I think I may need something a bit more fun haha 🖤

17. Biggest turn on?

Shamefully nervousness or crying- especially when needles or medical procedures are involved. there’s something so endearing about someone getting so nervous they start to stumble over their words or hide their face in things… absolutely adorable. And of course crying is just very hot to me in general, as long as it’s consensual of course. I would never want my partner to be feeling any sort of genuine distress 🖤

[starboye]

i've been having baby fever lately... but for cats instead of babies (fuck babies they're annoying as) i just really want a cat but i don't have time to put in the proper care for one because my uni semester is starting soon ☹️

— 🦴 anonnie

omg me to i fucking HATE babies their just so annoying plus animals are just better

[sappho-favourite-pupil]

id love to take a bath with you -🦴

I'd love that even more, omg, i haven't taken a bath in more than ten years 🥹

Tragic.

[tkfluff-fanatic]

i cant.. think of a req.. fuck. uh. draw ur. whatever ur favorite two are. or.. the evil one.. shudders and shakes i hate him please don’t draw him —🦴

[rodolfoparras]

i just had a dream about my dog and i cried because it's been three years since i last thought of her (she's dead and holy lord i miss her)

— 🦴 anon (BUT IM FUCKING BACK BITCHES LESSGOOOOO)

Oh my goodness I am so sorry Angel:(( it mustn’t been easy waking up and realizing the whole thing was a dream but on the bright side you can see it as her wanting to pay you a visit 🥹🥹

[thereal-moonknight]

Very important, do you think Khonshu would like the song Hot To Go?

If not him then any of the gods?

🦴

Khonshu doesn't like anything fun, but I feel like Taweret would

[doctoratecuddles]

i kinda maybe don't really care about the new robot thing and do not get why people are mad at it At Alll . apart from distracting from the main comic but like cometcare already does that too so who. cares - 🦴

Right? At this point who gives a fuck. I'm upset about it, don't get me wrong, but I'm not fuming or anything. I'm more mildly disappointed if anything else. I should've expected it at this point.