#if u need something to fill the time with

[ariestrxsh]

can u write a blurb ab chris or matt wanting to cum in you for the first time

Matt cums inside you for the first time...

You were straddling Matt on the couch, clothes thrown messily on the floor as you were riding him, steadily bouncing up and down on his length. He cupped your breasts, his soft hands brushing against your hardened nipples while the two of you were connected at the lips, tongues dancing against one another as he moaned into your mouth.

You held his face in your hands, caressing his cheekbone with your thumb as you pulled away to look into his dreamy blue eyes. "I'm getting so close," he whispered, the space between his eye brows wrinkling and his pink lips parting to let out a pretty moan.

"Want me to finish you off with my mouth, sweet boy?" You suggested. After a few seconds of hesitation, he shook his head no as he bit down on his lip. You were surprised at his answer as it wasn't often that he'd decline your offer to finish on your tongue. As tempting as it was, he'd been fantasizing about trying something new.

"Wanna cum inside," he whimpered, his gaze locked on yours as he anticipated your response. You slowly nodded as you rode him more urgently. You loved the idea of him emptying his load into you and despite never having taken that risk before, you both desperately wanted to try it.

"Be a good boy and fill me up," you softly cooed, giving him permission. You became even more wet at the thought of what was going to happen next. "Gonna cum," he purred, his eyes sparkling with lust and fluttering closed as a loud guttural moan passed through his lips.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you as far down as he could onto his length and driving his cock deep into your drooling cunt. He pumped you full of his cum, continuing to thrust away as he felt you rhythmically throbbing around his thickness while you finished onto him.

The two of you slowed your movements as he peered down at the way the mixture of both of your milky fluids coated his cock and left a ring around the base of his length. "Oh fuck," he breathlessly whimpered, getting turned on once more by the pleasing sight.

Despite how tired and satisfied he was, he needed a second round. He snapped his hips upwards again, pounding into your hole as he buried his face in your breasts. "Please. Let me go again."

[mariasont]

EEEEK your post prison fic for spencer is fREAking me out!!! could you maybe do one where spencer is now teasing the reader a bit? maybe he's giving her extra praise and she freaks (what would i do if he called me a good girl? 😩) (this is very indulgent to my praise kink i'm so so sorry 🧎🏻‍♀️‍➡️) tytyty!! i adore love and cherish you and your work 💕

I Aim To Please - S.R

a/n: shewwwwww to be complimented by post prison spencer fucking reid. im drooling!!!! but anyway babes i adore & love YOU!!!! so thank u so so sooo much for requesting 💖💖

masterlist

pairings: spencer reid x shy!media-liaison!reader

warnings: spencer being hot, reader being shy girl, spencer being a little shit who loves to tease

wc: 1.5k

There were a few basic rules you had established from working at BAU. First, avoid Rossi at all costs until he’s had at least two cups of coffee. Second, never attempt to outwit Emily; she’ll see right through you and crush your argument every single time. And third—perhaps the most crucial—do everything in your power to maintain your freaking composure around Dr. Reid.

That last one, however, was proving to be a monumental challenge. It wasn’t just the way he spoke, his brain firing off at a speed only he could keep up with. It wasn’t even the way he seemed oblivious to how endearing those very quirks were. No, it was the fact that the simple act of him breathing in your direction had you scrambling to hold yourself together. And honestly you were failing miserably.

Which is why you spent most of your time holed up in your office. It wasn’t much—just a desk, a slightly uncomfortable chair, and a perpetually growing stack of case files that seemed determined to bury you. But it offered privacy, and that was enough. Here you could breathe, decompress, and occasionally allow yourself to daydream about a certain genius profiler without the risk of public humiliation.

The bullpen was proving to be too chaotic, too close to him. Your office gave you distance, a buffer. But, as you had come to learn, hiding only worked when he didn’t decide to seek you out. And Spencer Reid had a knack for finding you when you least expected it.

"Hey."

You jumped slightly, nearly fumbling the stack of press notes you’d been carefully organizing.

Turning toward the door, you found Spencer leaning casually against the frame, a file tucked under one arm and a distracted sort of smile on his face. His tie was slightly loosened, his sleeves rolled up just enough to expose his forearms, and—just like that—your brain completely short-circuited.

"Hi," you said, trying not to sound too startled. "Do you, um, need something?"

"Yeah." He further into the room, lifting the file in explanation. "I was looking at the local coverage of our case, and I noticed a couple discrepancies in the timeline published."

"Oh,” you said softly, quickly shuffling the press notes into a messy pile and pushing them to the side. "Well, um, sometimes reporters try to fill gaps when they don't the facts. It's... frustrating, but it happens."

You glanced up at him briefly, but that look of his made your cheeks warm. Your fingers twisted together in your lap as you tried to focus on anything other than how ridiculously self-conscious you suddenly felt.

"That makes sense. I figured you'd know."

Instead of lingering in the doorway or leaving like you assumed he would, Spencer, casually grabbed the chair across from your desk. He spun it around in one fluid motion and sat it backwards, draping his arms on the backrest with an ease that felt strangely familiar—like you had been friends or colleagues for years instead of just a few months.

"I'll reach out to them about fixing the timeline," you said, your hand instinctively moving a stray strand of hair behind your ear. You clasped your hands together to still them, offering a small, nervous smile. "It shouldn't be too hard to correct."

"Thanks," he said. "That'll probably save from giving another long-winded lecture on factual reporting."

You gave a quiet laugh, grateful for the distraction from your tasks, though you weren’t entirely sure how you felt about the company. Not that you didn’t enjoy his company—there was plenty to enjoy, more than you cared to admit. If you could manage to function like a normal human being around him, you might even look forward to moments like this.

But then he tilted his head slightly, his eyes studying you as if he were unraveling some kind of puzzle and for one terrifying second, you were convinced he could hear every single thought racing through your mind.

"So," he began, "how are you liking it here so far? The job, I mean. Is it what you expected?"

You blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in conversation. "Oh, um... yeah. It's been great so far. Busy, but... I like it."

"That's good," he said, nodding. "I know it’s not exactly the most predictable job. Some people don't expect it to be so... chaotic."

"Well," you said, fidgeting slightly with your pen. "I knew what I was signing up for. Or, at least I thought I did. It's a lot, but it's rewarding."

"That's a good attitude to have," he said, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Honestly, you're doing a great job. I don't know how you manage to keep everything straight."

Your heart leaped, thudding in your chest as warmth flooded your face. You weren’t used to hearing compliments, especially from someone like him. You wanted to savor the moment, to bottle up the way his words made you feel, but your nerves refused to let you fully enjoy it.

"I'm just, um, organized I guess,” you stammered, your hand flying up to rub at the back of your neck.

"More than just organized," he replied easily, completely unaware of how his words were affecting you. "You've got half the team wrapped around your finger already. Even Rossi listen when you talk. That's impressive."

Your face burned. "I think that's more about respect for the job than me."

Spencer shrugged lightly, as he was watching you, like he didn't quite believe you. "Maybe. Or maybe you're just better at this than you give yourself credit for."

You let out a nervous chuckle, fingers twitching as you fiddled with the corner of the paper in front of you.

"I don't... I don't know about that."

He tilted his head, again, his brow quirking. "Do you know how to take a compliment?"

"Of course I do." You were sure your voice lacked the conviction needed.

He smirked, leaning forward over the chair. "Doesn't seem like it."

You opened your mouth to respond, but the words stuck in your throat, tangled in the frantic web that was your thoughts around this infuriating man.

"Well, uh, you’ve only done it twice, so I don’t think that’s enough for you to judge."

His grin widened. "Oh? So you’re saying I should try again? For research purposes?"

Your eyes widened, and you blinked rapidly as if to process his words, your hands shooting up as if to physically block the implication. "I—uh—no, that's not what I meant.”

"No, no," he said, sitting up straighter and waiving off your flustered attempt to deflect. "I aim to please. If more compliments are what you’re after, I’ve got plenty.”

"Please, no."

"You're incredibly efficient. Seriously, I think you've managed to anticipate what the team needs before we even know we need it. And your ability to keep your cool under pressure? That's impressive. I mean, do you even get stressed? Because if you do, you hide it really well."

"Dr. Reid—," you squeaked, covering your face with your hands as if that could somehow shield you from the onslaught of praise.

"And," he continued, clearly now enjoying himself. "You're probably the most patient person, I've ever met. Which is something, considering you work with people who constantly interrupt and derail your perfectly planned press briefings."

Your stomach flipped, and you felt a flush of heat that had nothing to do with embarrassment pooling in your chest. As much as you wanted to sink to the floor, the way he looked at you sent every nerve in your body spiraling. Each word felt like it was tailored to you, peeling back the very thin veneer of control you’d desperately tried to maintain over the massive crush you found yourself drowning in.

Your head dropped to the desk with a soft thunk, muffling your groan. "Okay, okay, I get it."

He leaned forward just slightly, resting his chin on his arms atop the chair. "Now what do you say?"

"Thank you."

He smirked widened. "See? That wasn't so hard was it?"

Your cheeks burned even hotter, and you averted your eyes, trying to hide the nervous smile tugging at your lips. "You didn't have to go on and on..."

"Oh, but I did." He was still grinning. "You deserved it."

You risked a glance back at him, losing your cool by the second. That only made your face heat up more. "You're impossible."

"And yet, you haven't kicked me out of your office."

"That's only because I didn’t think it would work."

"Well," he said, turning towards the door. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you didn't mind the compliments."

You opened your mouth to protest but no words came out. Instead, you watched helplessly as he shot you one last smile before disappearing into the hallway.

When the door finally clicked shut behind him, you let out a shaky breath and drop your head back onto the desk.

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[caitified]

more of paige bueckers family series pleaaaase i beg u 🥺😭

FIRST MONTHS

PAIGE BUECKERS X FAMILY

warnings:none. sorry for the wait, this is my most requested series so more to come.

the first few months with your daughter weren’t what you’d call smooth. you and paige knew having a baby would turn your world upside down, but knowing it and living it were two entirely different things. your once semi-organized life had turned into a constant balancing act of feedings, diaper changes, and figuring out how to make it through the day on three hours of sleep.

but somehow, amidst the chaos, you found a rhythm. it wasn’t perfect, and it wasn’t always pretty, but it was yours.

at first, neither of you knew what you were doing. the first night home from the hospital, you and paige had stared at each other in panic when the baby started crying at two in the morning.

“what does she want?” paige whispered, holding the baby awkwardly in her arms like she might break.

“i don’t know. food? a diaper change? emotional support?” you whispered back, equally clueless.

“great. so, all of the above,” paige muttered, already heading toward the changing table.

over the next few weeks, the two of you learned quickly—or at least, you learned to fake it. paige became the diaper-changing expert, able to handle even the most catastrophic blowouts with an efficiency that made you jealous. you, on the other hand, mastered the art of the middle-of-the-night feeding, figuring out how to balance a bottle in one hand and keep yourself awake with the other.

“we’re basically superheroes now,” paige said one morning after you both managed to get the baby down for a nap.

“superheroes who need coffee,” you replied, already heading toward the kitchen.

you quickly realized that sleep wasn’t something you could count on anymore. at best, you’d catch a few hours here and there, usually in shifts. there were nights when you’d both be awake at the same time, passing the baby back and forth as she cried like she’d been personally offended by the universe.

“this is payback,” paige said one night, her voice barely audible over the baby’s wails.

“for what?” you asked, half-asleep as you tried to rock her back and forth.

“for all the times we said, ‘how hard could it be?’”

you both laughed, though it quickly turned into groaning when the baby’s cries only got louder.

despite the exhaustion, there were moments that made it all worth it. like the first time she smiled which made you and paige almost cry.

“she likes me!” paige had said triumphantly, holding her up like a trophy.

“don’t get cocky,” you teased, though you couldn’t stop grinning either.

then there were the quiet mornings, when the baby would fall asleep on paige’s chest while you sat beside them on the couch. paige would be half-watching something on tv, one hand resting protectively on your daughter’s back, her face soft in a way that made your chest tighten.

“she’s obsessed with you,” you said one morning, watching the way your daughter’s tiny hand clung to paige’s hoodie.

“she has good taste,” paige replied with a smirk, though her eyes stayed focused on the baby.

and, of course, there were milestones that felt bigger than they probably were: the first time she rolled over, the first bath she didn’t scream through, the first time she actually slept for four whole hours straight.

“is this what winning the lottery feels like?” paige asked that morning, blinking at the clock as if it might be lying.

“better,” you said, though you’d never been so happy to sleep through an alarm.

the days were long, and the nights were longer, but you got through them together. paige took over baby carrier duty, insisting on wearing her whenever you went on walks, even if the baby drooled all over her hoodie. you were in charge of documenting everything, snapping pictures of every milestone and filling your phone with blurry shots of paige making faces at the baby to get her to laugh.

“don’t post that one,” paige said one day, glancing at your screen as you scrolled through photos.

“too late,” you replied, already uploading it.

“you’re lucky i love you,” she muttered, shaking her head but unable to hide her smile.

by the time the three-month mark rolled around, you’d started to feel like you had a handle on things—or as much of a handle as two sleep-deprived people could have. your daughter was growing more every day, her personality starting to peek through in the way she laughed when paige tickled her or the way she stared at you like you were the most fascinating thing she’d ever seen.

“we’re doing okay, right?” paige asked one night as you both lay on the couch, the baby finally asleep in her bassinet.

“we’re doing better than okay,” you said, resting your head on her shoulder.

she kissed the top of your head, her arm wrapping around you as she relaxed for the first time all day. “yeah. we’ve got this.”

and even if you didn’t, you were figuring it out together, one day at a time.

[viskitten]

ྀི nsfw .ᐟ vi x fem!reader

the sensation of your girlfriends muscular leg against you was enough to drive you mad. you're grinding down on her thigh painfully slow. you lean in and put your hands on her shoulders, kissing the spot beneath her ear, momentarily stopping to catch your breath or say something. she loves watching you get sloppy when you're close, because she loves to guide you and help you. your movements become sluggish. the knot in your stomach only building with each thrust. before you're too far gone you decide to get off of her. knowing your girlfriends getting no pleasure out of this leaves u feeling guilty. but holy.. the amount of pure joy she gets from just watching you is insane. regardless you sit yourself between your girlfriends legs. bodies entangled. she grabs you in an attempt to help you. "no.. 'm okay" you grinned. you didn't want her to have to do all the work. the first movement forward sends a shock through your body. your girlfriend tilts her head back due to the sensation and lets out a long breath. you continue the thrusts, placing a hand on her abdomen to stabilize yourself. your motions are constant now, synched and unremitting. her hands dig into your side leaving crescent marks all over your skin. the knot in both your stomachs growing tighter with each shift. the room completely silent except for heavy breathing and whines. you're biting your lip to try and suppress whatever sound is about to escape your mouth. lip turning white from the amount of pressure you're putting on it. your guys' lewd sounds filling the room as you both climaxed. you're seeing stars as your head is thrown back. you're latching onto your girlfriends leg for stability, while yours are quivering. violets rough hands gripping you aggressively as you ride out your high. strands of hair stuck to the beads of sweat scattered across your face.

warm clammy skin touching, the air in the room is anything but cold. you're resting on your girlfriends lap, skin to skin. her hands trace up and down your thighs. you're both looking at each other. the silence comforting, making you both ease into each other. your hands faintly gliding up her toned abdomen. her eyes trailing down your body with tenderness. you lean to the side, your girlfriends hands letting you down softly at her side, but still managing to keep her hand on you. you're laying in front of your girlfriend on your side, her hand stroking the dip of your side. you look at your girlfriend lovingly, staring at all her features. you could stay in this position forever, you loved spending all your time with her. her presence was intoxicating, you could never have enough. the next thing you know, you two are back to kissing and she's mounted you. she scoots back and positions herself between your legs. her hands softly pulling you by your hips to get a better view. her eyes almost bored holes into you. the attention was too much. you could feel her staring, hard. you gently grasped her wrist as you sat up, placing her hand on your face. her hand now tenderly cupping your cheek. she needs the reassurance from you, and of course you console her as you lean back. her hand falling from your face to your thigh. you put your forearm over your mouth in preparation, but you keep your gaze attached to her and what she's doing. she grips onto your hips, pulling you to the edge of the bed, leaving her kneeling in front the bed and you.her left hand gently lifting your calf and placing it over her shoulder as she readjusts her self so her face is directly between your legs. her hands fall to your thighs, gently gripping onto them and parting them. she looks at you one last time, in need of assurance. you urgently shoot her a nod of approval, and that’s all she needs before dipping her head down. she delicately draws lines up your slit with her tongue. your breath faltering and hips slightly jerk at the sensation. her icy blue eyes locked onto yours as you examine her and everything she’s doing. her movements are slow, her right arm curls above your thigh leaving her hand resting at your heat. she thumbs the area before slowly circling it. your breath hitches at the action. your thighs ever so slightly closing, in desperate need of more friction. your girlfriends movements are painfully slow, the need for more was becoming unbearable almost. you slither a hand down to her head, burying your hand in her pink locs. you gently inch her face closer to your heat, your actions lingered with sweetness. vi continues the assault on your slit, lapping your mess up on her tongue. she brings her right hand down, arm now beneath your thigh but hand resting between your legs, her fingers aligned with your entrance. you let out a string of lewd noises as she sinks a finger into you. her pace is slow, painfully slow. her tongue flicking into you, making your hips shutter due to overstimulation. she pauses to pepper wet pecks along your inner thighs, maintaining eye contact the entire time. your eyebrows furrowed and eyes half lidded, you could melt beneath her. she sucks on the supple skin that is your inner thigh, leaving splotches of discolored skin. she looked down upon the clouds of purple and red, it made her core heat up. she loved leaving marks on you. she gives your inner leg a soft bite before turning her attention back to your heat, tiny crescent shaped puncture marks lingering along your inner thigh. her right hand returns to its previous position, circling your clit. while her left hand traces circles on the flat of your navel. her tongue positioned at your entrance, slowly sinking in with a soft squelch. your hips buck at the overwhelming amount of sensations all at once. her tongues dipping in and out of you swiftly, while your lower abdomen continues to jerk slightly from the immense amount of pleasure. as her movements grow faster, your hand fists the pillow next to your head. your hips fluttering under her grasp.

her arm is expanded along the flat of your tummy, applying light pressure to your lower abdomen, trying to keep your stable. however that doesn’t completely work, maybe using her words would help instead. she pauses in between licks to let out a little “you have to keep still..”. the words bringing a flush to your cheeks, underpainting the apples of your cheeks a rosy hue. your brows pinch as a pleasure filled expression floods your face. desperately trying to maintain your composure as you inch closer to your high, you take the hand that was once on top on your girlfriends head and clench into the sheets beneath you, getting a fistful of the fabric. violet raises her head and removes the hand that was abusing your clit, to take your arm off of your mouth. she looks at you with love and tenderness, her touch gentle and fond. you bite your lip in an attempt to trap any noise that was about to escape your mouth. she peppers kisses along your inner thigh, giving you a sultry look, “ s’okay i wanna hear you..” she coos. her voice echoes in your head. her tongue and hand switch places, she's sinking two digits into you little by little. she swears you're made of glass, she treats you so gently, with tenderness and care, as if you could shatter at any second. its a contrast from her rough exterior, you weaken her. in a good way obviously, she's nothing but gentle with you and she does it on purpose. she pulls one of your legs up, your calf once again resting on her shoulder, only she's standing up now. her free hand gripping your thigh, there's sure to be bruises in the morning. your whines only grow louder along with the soft squelch noise coming from between your legs. your lewd noises and breathy strings of curses are like music to her ears. she kneels back down to continue the work on your slit with her tongue. the coil in your stomach has only grown tighter, your legs shaking and hips bucking tell her that you're close. she takes her free hand and starts massaging the skin of your thigh, trying to relax you and make sure you're enjoying it. you shove your face to the side, trying to hide any expressions you were making or shut in any noises that were about to escape your lips. brows furrowed and jaw clenched shut. you're biting down on your lip harshly as if it'll help. violet catches onto this and reaches her arm up to your face to softly cup your cheek and turn your face towards her. your hands massage her scalp as you relax and close your eyes. she's knuckle deep in you as you clench around her fingers and let out a string of lewd noises. lower abdomen shaking, twitching harder as she help you ride out your high. the pace of her tongue and fingers slow drastically. her eyes zeroed in on your face, catching every expression you've made in the last 45 minutes. she slowly withdraws her fingers and stands up. your chest is heaving and as soon as she could move her head your thighs were clenched together. your girlfriend hovers over you, planting soft kisses along the glazed skin on your face. beads of sweat scattered across your forehead. the action never fails to make your lips quirk up into a smile, except this ones got a bit of a tired winded expression with it. your girlfriend gives you a meek "i love you" and two little pats to your hip before going and running a shower for the both of you.

the end!!!

sorry if the writing is ass or if my vocabulary isn’t big enough i’m trying to expand it and i’m KINDA new to this 🤓🤓

[daisymbin]

Ok so this might be very suggestive but imagine getting on the bus with hansol after a casual coffee date and the bus is crowded so you're standing in the standing area and he's standing facing u, kinda Like shielding u frm the crowd or smth & u r sharing earpods (🎵: double take ~ dhruv) & he's staring out of the window & you're staring at him and you randomly say 15. "you’re my favorite person, you know that?" Cuz u just realise u might still hv a crush on ur long term boyfriend

(This is my 5th ask pls bear with me i just love u too much)

Also I can get this look of his out of my mind

!!!! thank you for coming back!!!! i chose another song as requested!!! 🥲🤍

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check out my masterlist! // hansol's m.list

the bus was packed, the kind of crowded where personal space became a luxury, and you found yourself standing shoulder to shoulder with strangers. it wasn’t unusual, but today it felt different. maybe it was the warmth of the coffee date still lingering between you and hansol, or maybe it was the way he looked so effortlessly himself, casual and calm, as if the chaos of the world couldn’t touch him.

he stood beside you, one hand gripping the railing above while the other tugged at his earphones. he handed you one without a word, the gesture so familiar it made your heart ache in the best way.

“thanks,” you mumbled, slipping the earbud in.

“you don’t even know what song it is yet,” he teased, his lips twitching into a small smile.

“doesn’t matter. your playlists are always good.”

the faint intro of be your everything by boys like girls filled your ears. you bit back a smile at the song choice, wondering if he’d put it on for you or if it was just a coincidence. hansol didn’t say anything else, just turned to look out the window, his profile bathed in the soft, golden light of late afternoon.

you shifted slightly as the bus jolted forward, trying to steady yourself against the sway of the vehicle. the standing area was cramped, people pressed too close for comfort. and then it happened—a sharp stop at a red light sent someone stumbling into you, their shoulder colliding with yours.

you stumbled forward, a soft gasp escaping your lips as you tried to regain your balance. hansol’s arm shot out instinctively, his hand catching your elbow and steadying you before you could fall.

“you okay?” he asked, his voice low, filled with concern.

“yeah,” you breathed, your heart pounding for reasons that had nothing to do with the near fall.

he frowned slightly, his hand lingering on your arm for a moment longer before he shifted, stepping in front of you. “here, stand like this,” he said, positioning himself between you and the crowd. his arm stretched out to hold the railing above your head, shielding you from the jostling around you.

you blinked up at him, surprised by the sudden closeness. “hansol, you don’t have to—”

“just in case,” he interrupted, his gaze flickering to yours briefly before returning to the window. “i don’t want you getting bumped into again.”

the way he said it, so matter-of-fact and protective, made your chest tighten.

the song played on, and you found yourself more focused on him than the music. his eyes were distant, watching the buildings pass by, his expression soft and almost thoughtful. you’d known him for so long, but moments like this still caught you off guard—the quiet way he cared, the little things he did without needing to be asked.

as the chorus swelled, you caught a lyric that made your breath hitch: “i’ll be your shelter, i’ll be your storm. i’ll make you shiver, i’ll keep you warm.”

something about those words hit you differently. they reminded you of everything hansol had been to you, everything he still was. he wasn’t just your boyfriend—he was your safe place, your calm in the chaos. and in that moment, staring at him as the music played on, you realized something.

you still had a crush on him. after all this time, after all the little moments and big ones, after he’d already become yours, the feeling hadn’t faded. it had only grown, deeper and stronger, filling every corner of your heart.

the words were out before you could think. “you’re my favorite person, you know that?”

hansol froze, his eyes flicking to yours, wide and disbelieving. “what?”

you felt the heat rise to your cheeks, but there was no taking it back now. “i said you’re my favorite person.”

his lips parted slightly, and for a moment, he just stared at you. then, slowly, a shy smile spread across his face, the kind that made your heart do flips. “me?”

you rolled your eyes, trying to play it off despite the fluttering in your chest. “obviously.”

he blinked a few times, his cheeks flushing a soft pink as he turned back to the window, suddenly unable to meet your gaze. “oh.”

you laughed softly at his reaction. “that’s all you have to say? ‘oh’?”

he rubbed the back of his neck, a sheepish grin tugging at his lips. “you caught me off guard. i don’t really know what to say.”

“you don’t have to say anything,” you said, your voice quieter now, more sincere. “i just… wanted you to know.”

hansol finally looked at you, his eyes warm and filled with something you couldn’t quite name. “well, for the record,” he said softly, “you’re my favorite person too.”

the bus jolted again, but this time, you barely noticed. your hand brushed against his where it rested on the railing, and instead of pulling away, he let his pinky hook around yours, the small gesture sending a wave of warmth through you.

and as hansol glanced at you again, his lips twitching into a smile that was just for you, you knew one thing for sure—you’d never stop having a crush on him. not now, not ever.

the song faded into the next, but neither of you moved to change it. the bus ride continued, but the world outside felt like it had fallen away, leaving just the two of you in this small, crowded space.

[clairesblouse]

Whispers of the Sea

𓇼 Chapter 8 │ Chapter 9 │ Chapter 10

𓇼 SMAU (Rafe Cameron)

𓇼 Ex-childhoodfriend!Rafe Cameron x Poet/Blogger!OC-Reader

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𓇼 Masterlist of "Whispers of the Sea"

𓇼 Summary: "Whispers of the Sea" breathes life into forgotten memories through wistful poems and hidden truths. Drawn to it's words, Rafe finds himself chasing echoes of a past he can’t fully recall. The anonymous blogger is the childhood friend forgotten in time. Rafe searches for the pieces of a forgotten puzzle, trying to make sense of the storm brewing in his mind, while his heart fills with the poems of the girl he once adored.

Rafe didn’t want to admit it, but a feeling of unease had settled in his chest. Maybe it was because of the illusion his mind had created, that this girl was the personification of the sun, and her last messages seemed like a storm.

He sighed, locking his phone as he burried his head between the pillows on his bed. A sharp pain began to sting in his abdomen, his mind spinning around something he still hadn’t figured out, and the need to do something overwhelmed him. Even if he didn’t understand what.

He adjusted the AirPods that were loosely hanging from his ear and turned up the volume on his phone. Without realizing it, he fell into a deep sleep, even though his body remained aware and recognized his surroundings.

The loud ping of a notification startled him, his heart racing, and it felt like the temperature had warmed, as his rebellious bangs now clung to his forehead, damp with sweat.

With foggy eyes, he unlocked the screen. New message.

From her.

julie's notes: it's literally WAY too late and i just finished this chapter....💀💀💀 i'm extremely lazy to edit SORRY but i promise I'll update more often, maybe in january.

anyway, don't be a stranger.

hope you liked it!! first time irl narration, what do you think? if u wanna be added to the taglist just lmk!! xoxo

taglist: @pinkyqily @frankoceanluvr11 @urbrunettebombshell @angelicameron @amidvalas

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[marionvonwolfstadt]

hii do u have any wip maybe ? :}

from the lestappen bodyguard fic:

Wednesday before the Monaco Grand Prix

The overpowering scent of rain suddenly surrounded him, the dampness of the grass and tree leaves filling his senses before anything else. It was dark, but it didn’t make him feel scared or alone. It was a pleasant kind of darkness, enveloping you with secure calmness. He buried his face into the pillow, nuzzling at the cover, trying to breathe in more of that smell, trying to prolong the dream some more.

There was no sound of raindrops hitting the windows. No hum of the water and wind. He knew what awaited him the moment he opened his eyes. Charles willed himself to do just that. His lashes fluttered, joints popped as he stretched his arms and legs out. He was momentarily blinded by the bright sunlight peeking through the flowy white curtains. His eyesight adjusted quickly and sure, no rain was falling from the cloudless sky and fogging up the harbour. Charles couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment in his stomach.

A heavy weight of the last night settled in his muscles and bones, a reminder just like the lingering scent. Charles should have breathed a sigh of relief but instead, his lungs squeezed unpleasantly. The alpha wasn’t there. He couldn’t decide if he missed strong hands on his waist or was happy to just avoid the unmissable awkwardness of waking up next to each other and having to act like it meant nothing. Because even if it did, they couldn’t let it be more. It was impossible.

Charles sometimes wondered why his life couldn’t be just a bit easier. Why did he always do it to himself? Maybe it was a way to balance things out. His life was the one people envied, a marvel really, maybe the suffering was the cost of it. His mother would just tell him to stop those silly thoughts and focus on being productive. Do something with himself and not rot in bedsheets all day just because he was feeling melancholic. Fucking omegan hormones. What did it matter that the alpha he slept with left at the crack of dawn, leaving him alone to pick up the pieces of himself? Charles survived worse and he did it by himself, no help was needed. Especially not from any alpha. Not even his head of security. He knew how hypocritical it sounded. He was just so tired of hiding, of always proving everybody wrong.

His thoughts in shambles, that bubble of mediocre peace and wallowing in self-pity was popped by an insistent but at the same time gentle knocking on his bedroom door. Charles groaned into the pillow, never an early riser by nature. Bryan invited himself inside, almost tripping over Charles’ slacks and belt, no longer immaculately ironed but crumpled on the hardwood floors.

The beta took one look at him and the state of the room and sighed like he was the one being miserable. There was only a handful of people that Charles knew would never judge him, Bozzi included among them, but it was still shameful that his advisor saw him in such a state. The only consolation was that it wasn’t Andrea who burst in there and gave him a lecture. It didn’t matter. Nothing about Charles’ existence was ‘proper’ in the eyes of the public. Not until he won the majority of them over. It didn’t matter how well he behaved, how he gave everything, every part of himself to perform the royal duties to the best of his abilities, there were still some people who deemed him unworthy of his position. In their opinion, he was only good for two things: being pretty and being married off to someone influential. Well, he didn’t give a fuck what they thought he was capable of.

[mintypsii]

mini sanusos 🤫🤫

[toxintouch]

Started out as an elaborate “draw me like one of your French girls” joke and spiraled outta control from there... @lu-dao-writes posted the same scenario in their Kinktober 2024 and they were kind enough to give me their blessing to post my take! Please check out their fics as well!  If this scenario in particular interests you, I rec you this post! :3

Further details below the cut so that the above the cut stays safe for anyone who is just scrolling through!

18+ Content MDNI || VERE x AIS x Reader

PROMPT/KINK(S): Dom!Vere, Dacryphilia (Tears)* + Cockwarming + Size Difference + Consensual Voyeurism. Power Play. (Some feral monsterfucking spice sprinkled v lightly on top.) [*original challenge prompt, randomizer used.]

OTHER INFO: “You” pronouns used for MC/Reader. Unspecified genitalia for both POV Character and Vere but Ais has a dick. Reader is the receiving partner in penetrative sex.

“Hmm, hold that pose,” Vere purrs.

Ais huffs a hot breath into your face as he freezes above you.  His brows furrow, mouth twisting into a determined grimace as he grits his teeth.  His forearms tense hard where they are resting on either side of you, fingers flexing against the silken sheets.

You can feel him pulsing inside of you.  A hot, insistent ache.

You try to relax, try to breathe through it but the lack of movement makes you hyper aware of every inch, the raw feeling of him stretching you open, the way your body twitches so sickly-sweet with the effort.  You inhale a slow, shaking breath, chest trembling, and shut your eyes in an attempt to block out some of the sensations—the clawing need gnawing at your core.

“Eyes open, darling,” Vere corrects you, tone somewhere firmly between scolding and teasing.  “And turn your face back towards Ais.  I’m trying to capture the moment .”  Your heart is pounding in your ears but you can hear Vere’s smooth, sly voice with perfect clarity.  Ais is an overwhelming force but Vere is a magnetic presence; no matter how caught up in each other you and Ais can get, Vere will always command attention without effort.

You turn your chin as requested, only to be caught in Ais’ gaze

(Caught and breathless–the same way you were when he was bullying his thick length into your hole, thrusting sharply and sighing in satisfaction, his fingers still at work massaging and pressing and stroking as he sunk into you inch by inch; he'd prepared you until your entrance was puffy and swollen, sopping with thick, medicinal smelling lube and he still had to take his time.  Fucking you slowly until you could take all of him.  And then, the moment you finally could...)

“Hmm, that's better.  Stay just like that.  Let me see those pretty expressions.”  You hear Vere adjusting his heavy vellum paper.  The glide of quick, clever lines being drawn.

You maintain eye contact with Ais, drunk off his breath, his body, the very essence of him, hovering so close above you, and are utterly unprepared to meet his intensity.  The way he looks at you like he’s seconds from devouring you, barely held in check by the challenge that Vere has laid before him.  Before both of you.

You bite into your lower lip as you shift involuntarily, oversensitive nerves still riding the throbbing of Ais’ dick.  He’s so fucking thick and girthy that he presses at the soft spot inside you without even trying. The angry pulse of him is a gratifying thrum, stoking your aching heat by way of mere burgeoning contact.

His cock gives another strong twitch and your insides clench around him.  He feels so fucking good–you almost think you might be able to come like this, if you can get your body to keep on clenching like that. 

—Almost.

Your next breath comes out as a sob.  There’s a high pitched whine building at the base of your throat and your lashes are wet when you blink.

A monstrous snarl escapes Ais’ lips, one that you can feel even more than you can hear, the vibration of it echoing through your body everywhere you're pressed against him.  The pinnacle between your thighs pulses with it, and your toes curl involuntarily as an errant tear runs down your cheek.  Ais is shaking, sweat dampening his face, his pupils expanding and contracting rapidly, his eyes locked on you as he barely holds himself back.  “Sparrow,” he says, gravel in his tone. 

You say his name in return, your head tipping involuntarily, bearing the softness of your throat, faded marks from both your lovers decorating your skin.  You hear the sheets rip below you, torn into shreds where Ais’ nails have dug into them.

Vere sighs pointedly.  You hear him stop his work, tap his charcoal against the paper as if he’s not entirely satisfied with the scene in front of him.  He pauses for a long time, leaving you both in limbo.

When he moves, it’s to stand.  To saunter over to you both.  You’re pinned beneath Ais, unable to look away, but you can feel Vere’s shadow fall over you just before his hand touches your face, forcing your eyes to his as he catches a crystalline tear with his index finger.

“Shame,” he says, dipping his fingers into his mouth, his tongue lapping up the taste of your tears, lavishing the digits with his tongue.  You whine out a desperate, quiet note just from watching his tongue at work and he basks knowingly in the attention.  “I really thought I could get you both crying.”  He smiles dangerously once his fingers have left his mouth. 

He uses them to drag a wet path down Ais' spine.  “Oh, but the night is still young.  Perhaps I may still think of something that will do the trick...”

18+ Master List | SFW Master List ✦"Kinktober Speedrun & Other Gratuitous (TOUCHSTARVED) Smut" on Ao3

[silusvesuius]

this drawing is from a couple mouths back now; ......but i still like it 😝 forbidden love as witnessed by ms. Varona. it killed off my traditional art kick when i was done with it, but i had fun. i used very faint watercolors for this one just to see how well i'd do with them and pencils together. my favorite part of it is this tree, love how it looked in this WIP pic i took:

and some random bits of the drawing but closer because i do love pencils as yk✍

had to compress the whole pic a bit cus it was huge, but a version that's a bit better can be seen heare, still not the best it could be, still crunchy, but better nonetheless

[transmechanicus]

Kind of hard to ask as anon

But you doing ok?

Need to vent?

Hi very kind and thoughtful of you to ask, i am doing mmmmm suboptimal but i do not need to vent to a person per se, so much as i need to say absolutely insane shit in my tags and have everyone pretend not to see <3

[seventh-district]

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[gemini-queen42]

I was originally gonna joke abt how me straightening out cogs's feet from my wonky pencil sketch resulted in screwing up my attempt at keeping their heights like.. proportional on the ref sheet to how I want them & stuff (unlike Amalure & Lefou's ref) but then I noticed.

This probably looks?? insane??? maybe is?? At least might be/look so with the info that: These are ALL sketches. just sketches. Only a couple details & refinements away from being ready for the lineart. and as you can tell, they've all been done.. just completely differently?? for like no reason???

[watery-melon-baller]

Lads i have Fucked Up Big Time

[kimmkitsuragi]

tbf it hasn't even been a Month since i came here but it's soooo embarrassing to say "sorry can u speak english :(" to everyone who ever talks to me ever

[girlivealwaysbean]

my best friend's MOTHER called me to scold me about being depressed and self isolating lol what has life even come to