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thyme-in-a-bubble · 2 hours
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「 let's bake something yummy to celebrate 10k 」
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i can not believe i've hit this number... it's only two years ago that i began writing and sharing it online, so to think over that there is that may of you out there is truly unbelievable. in my head there is just enough to fit on my little couch here at home, but i don't think my couch is big enough for that many. thank you all so much from the bottom of my heart for staying here with me, for reading my silly little stories and for always being so kind. i love you all.
this celebration will run from now till the 31 of march. anyone can participate and you can send in as many asks as you’d like, there is no limit.
if you need some prompts as Inspo for the request options, then try and click around on my sideblog @prompt-heaven where I keep a bunch of prompt lists very organised. 
navigation | masterlist | request guidelines
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cookie - games! (cast your mutuals, fuck marry kill, would you rather…)
muffin - come blabber with me! (it can be anything under the sun, from casual stuff to wip info about a certain fic of mine)
bread - tell me a random fact about yourself and I’ll say who I ship you with!
cake - i’ll give you a culinary-themed song that has your vibe!
bun - i’ll tell you which specific baked good has your vibe!
croissant - send me a sfw request! 
pie - send me a nsfw request! 
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moots: @oncasette @fightingdragonswithwho @fxllfaiiry @fettuccin-e @cosmal @creelteeth @inkluvs @inklore @reidslovely @spideyheart @ddejavvu @happyheidi @appocalipse @skullrock @starlit-moonlight @chvoswxtch @lanadelreyscokewhor3 @bruisedboys @midniteluv @bcyhoods @vhagarlovebot @bradshawed @mystcldydrms @katyswrites @strrawberrryjam @amorchai @venuslore @slvttyfied @ghostlyfleur @saraswritingtipps @cozhycottaghe @bunmurdock @chxrryhansen @fushic0re
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fortheloveofwonderland · 10 months
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My Reply | S.R
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This one was a request from the lovely @reidsaurora-replies for my milestone celebration which got wildly out of hand. I think I damn near used every lyric of the song in this one. Also, Maeve does not exist in this universe. I felt like his phone calls with her were too similar to the letters with reader and not needed
Summary - Spencer writes his deepest tragedies down on paper for his pen pal. After ten years of exchanging letters and some divine intervention from JJ, the two of you finally come face to face.
CW - this one covers most of Spencer’s canon storylines including Tobis Hankel and his drug addiction, his moms illness, his fathers abandonment, getting shot in the knee, his headaches, Emily’s “death”, prison arc, Mr Scratch and Emily’s kidnapping, angst, interfering friends, lots of literary quotes.
WC - 6.3k
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Making friends was always something Spencer Reid had been inherently bad at. He was always too young or too smart which always seemed to put people off of forming friendships with him. 
When he joined the BAU, his team called themselves his friends. But Spencer knew if he’d met any of them outside of work he would have nothing in common with them. 
They were simply friends by proximity, which admittedly was better than having no friends at all. But he couldn’t talk to them about everything, afraid to scare them away with talk of his mothers illness or his fathers abandonment. 
And sometimes he just needed to talk to someone. 
It was Garcia’s idea that he sign up for a pen pal. When she found out about his mom during the course of the fisher king case, he’d confessed that he didn’t feel comfortable talking to the team about such things. 
At first she’d actually suggested talking to someone online, she had many online friends who she talked to in various chat rooms. But after almost an hour of trying to explain that to the technophobe doctor and getting little more than a deep frown in response, she changed tact. 
A pen pal appealed to Spencer greatly. He already wrote daily letters to his mom and found it somewhat cathartic, getting his thoughts down on the page, but he never bothered her with the darker stuff. 
The idea of a faceless person he’d never meet reading his deepest, darkest thoughts was actually intriguing to him. And so with the help of Penelope he found himself a pen pal. 
In his first letter he’d just introduced the basics, his name and age, what he did for a living and that he lived in DC. 
He went on to explain how hard he found it to make friends and the difficulties of talking to his already established friends about the darker parts of his life. He ended the letter with a quote from To Kill a Mockingbird.
“You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view…until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it.” - Harper Lee.
He received a reply little over a week later. 
Your name was Y/N and you were twenty two, three years younger than him and a grad student at Columbia University. You told him you would be happy to read whatever he sent you, that you were more than willing for him to write to you about the things he didn’t tell his friends. 
You signed off with a quote of your own quote from the book Infinite Jest.
“You will become way less concerned with what other people think of you when you realise how seldom they do.” - David Foster Wallace. 
And so he did just as you said and he wrote another letter. 
His second letter to you was five pages long. He went into great detail about his mothers illness, how he’d been left to deal with it alone at ten years old. He wrote about how he’d made the decision at eighteen years old to have her committed to a sanitarium. 
He told you about growing up as a child prodigy in Las Vegas and how hard that was. You were the first person he ever told about Alexa Lisbon and being tied naked to a flagpole. 
He spoke about the events surrounding Elle leaving the team and how it didn’t feel complete without her. 
He ended the letter by apologising profusely that he’d wasted your time with his long winded rambles and said he hoped to hear from you soon and scrawled a quote from The Great Gatsby.
“The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.” - F. Scott Fitzgerald.
He said he would understand if you didn’t reply. But you did. 
The letter took two weeks to arrive and you explained that it was because you wanted to really process his words and give each and every one of them the time they deserved. He read the last few lines of your letter over and over again in a loop even though they were etched into his memory after only one glance.
I wish there was something I could say, to erase each and every page you've been through,
even though it's not my place to save you. 
“When I get lonely these days, I think: so be lonely. Learn your way around loneliness. Make a map of it. Sit with it, for once in your life. Welcome to the human experience. But never again use another person’s body or emotions as a scratching post for your own unfulfilled yearnings.” - Elizabeth Gilbert - Eat, Pray, Love. 
He wasn’t familiar with the book and so he’d gone out and brought it and read it cover to cover within an hour. 
Reading your letter made Spencer feel understood for the first time in his young life. You didn’t pass judgement on him. Spencer found that between the pages of your letters he found a kindred spirit. 
The letters continued back and forth for several months until one day you didn’t receive a reply. His last letter had been penned to you on route to a case in Atlanta, which you’d responded to the day you received it. But there was radio silence from Spencer. 
You shouldn’t have been as worried as you were, but you couldn’t help yourself. His letters had become such a huge part of your world, often rereading them hundreds of times just to make sure you didn’t miss any little nuance on the page. 
His handwriting was ingrained within you, his scrawly, sometimes barely legible penmanship danced behind your eyelids every time you closed your eyes. His letters had rapidly become the best part of any day. And for over a year you didn’t receive a reply. 
After a while you’d stopped holding out hope every time you collected your mail. Eventually you gave up ever expecting to hear from him again. Maybe he didn’t need you anymore. Perhaps he’d made a real life friend, maybe even a girlfriend and you’d been rendered ineffective. 
But then little over a year after you sent your last letter, you found an envelope in your mail slot with the familiar handwriting you adored so much and the DC postmark. 
Y/N,
I don’t really have any excuses, all I can say is I’m sorry. I have written you fifty three letters over the course of the last year but never mailed a single one. They are piled up on my desk, addressed and even stamped, but I couldn’t bring myself to mail them. 
I’ve been struggling, I can’t lie to you. I can’t even lie to you through a letter and tell you I’ve been fine because I haven’t. I think you would see through my prose, know that I wasn’t being truthful. And you’ve never given me a reason to be anything but honest with you.
The case in Atlanta was one of the hardest I’ve ever worked. I’m not going to beat around the bush, I’m just going to tell what happened and hopefully this letter will end up with you and not in the pile on my desk. 
I was kidnapped by the man we were hunting down. I spent two days tied to a chair being beaten within an inch of my life but a man with multiple personalities. In fact, that’s not strictly true. I wasn’t beaten within an inch of my life; one of the personas killed me. 
I’m not entirely sure how long I was technically dead before he revived me but obviously not long enough to cause permanent neurological damage. Irreversible brain damage occurs after four minutes without oxygen so it stands to reason it was less than four minutes. 
But during that time, my life flashed before my eyes, including every single word of every single one of your letters. 
One of the alter’s drugged me in his own way of trying to save me. Drugging me was supposed to help with the pain, both mental and physical. I fought it at first, desperate for him not to stick that needle in my vein. But after that first hit, I stopped resisting. 
I think you can probably already see where this is going. You’re incredibly smart and you seem to know me so well. After I shot Tobias Hankel dead I took three vials of dilaudid from his corpse. 
I should have prefaced this by saying I am now ten months sober, and offered up the good news first. But there were several months that I continued using the drug in secret, hoping it would aid in erasing the memories of it all. 
It took a case in New Orleans in which I met up with an old friend Ethan and ended up almost destroying my career for me to decide to get sober. I’ve had a lot of difficulties in my life, as you know, but getting clean is the hardest thing I have ever done. 
And now for the first time in months I’m craving again. Maybe that’s why I’m writing to you, determined to send this letter this time. I need to know that everything is going to be ok and you are the only one that I will believe it from. 
My team tries. Now it's all out in the open, they try to help. But you don’t even need to try. Your help is so effortless, so easy and I’m in real need of that right now. 
His letter went on in this vein for another six pages. He also included several pages of handwritten poetry which he had copied out of a book to send you. With each word you consumed you felt your heart breaking for him a piece at a time. 
And he signed off with a surprising choice of quote from The Lorax.
“Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It’s not.” - Dr Seuss. 
You spent the next month or so trying to cultivate the perfect reply, but for the first time in your life, words failed you. 
It was three days after Spencer received his one year sober chip that your letter arrived. 
I got your letter and the poetry you sent me, postmarked in December of last year. I really hope you’re doing better, all your friends close by your side, one step closer to recovery.
I hope by the time you receive this you are close to one year sober, but if you didn’t make it you need to know that’s ok too. Life is full of ups and downs Spencer. If you didn’t make it this time you will the next time. Or the one after that. 
If you relapsed I need you to not beat yourself up over it. You will be ok, Spencer Reid, for that I am certain. 
“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside of you.” Maya Angelou - I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings. 
***
When he got shot in the knee, he wrote to you from the hospital. He told you how hard it was for him to turn down pain medication when he was in so much agony. But he was over two years sober now and he wouldn’t do anything to risk a relapse. 
Your reply spoke of how proud of him you were and how you knew it couldn’t have been easy for him but you hoped the fact you were proud went some way to aid him. 
He told you it meant more to him than you would ever know. 
Then he started having headaches and the letters became sporadic. When he did write he told you how painful it was for him to try to focus on the words in front of him. 
I’ve seen so many doctors and no one can tell me what’s wrong with me. It’s like they think I’m making it up, like this pain isn’t real. 
On my good days it’s a dull throb but on the bad days it’s nearly paralysing. I’m so scared that this is a precursor for schizophrenia. I'm still young enough for my first break, and it is a genetic illness. 
I love my mom but I can’t turn out like her, Y/N, I just can’t. I'm so, so scared. 
But your letters are the greatest comfort to me. I don’t think there are words to describe how much they mean - I will try to surmise it with a quote from Charlotte's Web -
"'Why did you do all this for me?' he asked. 'I don't deserve it. I've never done anything for you.' 'You have been my friend,' replied Charlotte. 'That in itself is a tremendous thing.'" - E.B White.
You could feel his fear through the pages. His handwriting was somehow even harder to read than usual and sentences often tapered off with no ending. There were whole passages scribbled out so violently his pen had ripped the paper in places. There were crude drawings of brains and dark rain clouds in the margins. 
Spencer, 
I am so sorry you are going through this and that no one can give you the answers you seek. But this isn’t the end for you, even if it is schizophrenia, you can still live a full and normal life. 
If you'll just hold on for one more second, if you just hold on to what you have, you will wake up tomorrow. Behind every rain cloud lies the sun. As Victor Hugo said in Les Miserables -
“Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.” 
In his next few letters he seemed to be getting better, his headaches slowly dissipating until they only hassled him every once in a while. Things seemed to be looking up for him. 
But then one of his best friends died. 
His detailed letter told you all about Ian Doyle and Emily’s history with him and went on to conclude how she died on the operating table. 
I’ve been through a lot of trauma in my life, lost a lot of people close to me but never like this. I’ve never had to bury someone I love and honestly I don’t know how to move past this. 
My initial reaction has been dilaudid. It's the only thing I can think of to take the pain away. 
Tell me not to do it, Y/N, please. Please tell me that this grief will get better and that using drugs again is not the answer. Please help me stay clean. 
"When someone you love dies, and you're not expecting it, you don't lose her all at once; you lose her in pieces over a long time — the way the mail stops coming, and her scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in her closet and drawers.” John Irving - A Prayer for Owen Meany
It took you longer than it should have done to formulate a reply. You felt pressured, like his sobriety hung in your hands. You hated that his friend had died but you didn’t think it was fair of him to put this on you. And you told him such.
Spencer,
I am sorry to hear about Emily, I know how close the two of you were. I’m no expert on grief, I can’t tell you how to deal with this.
You know full well that using dilaudid again is a bad idea, you really don’t need me to tell you that. Honestly, I’m a little frustrated at you for putting this on my shoulders. 
I am always here to help Spencer, in any way I can but sometimes I think you expect too much from me. We’ve been trading letters back and forth for the better part of five years and I don’t think you’ve ever really asked me about myself aside from those first initial letters.
And it’s fine, you needed this friendship more than I did. But over time this has started to feel so one sided and I don’t always look forward to your letters as much as I once did. 
I realise this is not the best time for me to be saying these things but I can’t hold back any longer. I’m glad I can be someone you can turn to but I have my own life, my own issues and I have no one to talk to about them. 
You put too much pressure on me Spencer and it’s a lot to take. I’ve tried to help shoulder your misery all these years but it’s starting to bring me down. All I can say is you need to wake up, you've gotta believe; you can't give up. Time keeps going on without us, long after we're dead and gone.
And you finished it with a simple quote from After You by Jojo Moyes.
“No journey out of grief was straightforward. There would be good days and bad days.” 
It was no surprise to you that you didn’t receive a reply. 
***
Y/N,
It’s been two years and I’m sorry for that. Two years, one month and eleven days. The truth is your last letter was hard for me to read as you can probably understand. 
The hardest part of reading it was the fact that I knew you were right. I’ve been selfish all these years. I’ve treated you like a sounding board for my problems and never once asked how you were. 
It's taken me time to write this because I wanted to get to a better place before I responded. I was angry at first, I felt like I was being abandoned again and my anger would not have been conducive. 
Then I was hurt, hurt that the one person I thought would always be there for me had turned their back on me. I displaced my grief over Emily’s death onto you and anything I would have written in that time would have only been the rage fuelled epitaph of a grieving man. 
And then once I dealt with those emotions, life simply got away from me. Emily was alive and well, her death was faked to get Doyle off of her back. Again I was angry about being lied to by my friends but eventually I was just happy she was alive. 
Then I turned thirty and had a crisis of faith I suppose. I guess with my intellect I always assumed I would be doing something more with my life and turning thirty kind of threw me through a loop. 
We had some changes to the team, new agents coming and going. All in all things have been somewhat hectic. 
But that’s not why I’m writing. 
I am writing because I really do want to know everything about you. I want you to be able to open up to me the way I always have to you. I want to be your shoulder, your repreve. I really hope I haven’t completely blown our friendship and I hope to be the kind of person who you can talk to. 
These arms remain stretched out to you and maybe someday you'll accept them. Maybe it's too late to save a young girl's heart that's long stopped beating. But I hope that it isn’t. 
“You have been in every way all that anyone could be…if anybody could have saved me it would have been you.” Jennifer Niven - All the Bright Places. 
You wanted to tell him it was too little too late, that after two years of silence you weren’t interested anymore. 
You wanted to simply not reply, ignore him entirely like he’d done to you. 
But you couldn’t. And so you replied. 
It was your longest letter to date, depicting in great detail how he’d made you feel over the years and all the hardships you’d faced without having someone to vent to. 
But getting to write it all down had been purifying, and by the time you were finished you weren’t mad anymore. 
I am willing to give this another shot, but things have to be different. If we’re to continue this friendship then it has to be a two way street. 
But I can’t pretend that I haven’t missed your letters because I have. I see pieces of you between the words, parts of yourself I’m not sure you realise you leave on the page. 
I’ve painted a picture of you in my mind's eye and even after two years with no letters, I’ve carried that picture with me wherever I go. 
I feel like I somehow know you better than I know myself and I hope going forward you can start to know me the same way. Charlotte Bronte once said -
“Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear.” - Jane Eyre. 
***
Spencer didn’t know how it happened, he only knew that it had happened. Over the course of all the years writing to you it was almost a surprise it hadn’t happened sooner. Or maybe it had and he just didn’t realise until now. 
Spencer Reid had fallen in love with the woman who wrote her prose to him. 
It had been ten years of letters, every single one of which he kept in their envelopes in date order in the bottom drawer of his desk at home. 
Those letters were his lifelines on bad days, the one thing that kept him tethered. He didn’t even know what you looked like, even what you sounded like but he loved you. He loved you with every fibre of his being. 
And he couldn’t stop himself from telling you exactly what you meant to him. Even if it inevitably destroyed what the two of you had, he couldn’t stop the words from flying across the page. 
So that’s pretty much everything that’s happened these past few weeks. Mom’s doing ok but obviously it's a huge adjustment for her and I’m not entirely sure how long I can keep her living with me but for now it works.
How did the interview go? I have absolutely no doubts that you blew them all away with your presentation, you’re a hard person not to fall in love with.
Your presence in my life has brightened my every waking minute. You once told me that behind every rain cloud lies the sun; you are the sun behind my clouds. Your letters bring me back to life, your handwriting penned onto my soul. 
Is it foolish of me to be in love with someone I have never laid eyes on? William Makepeace Thackery said in Vanity Fair -
“It is better to have loved wisely, no doubt: but to love foolishly is better than not to be able to love at all.” 
I suppose that’s as good of an answer as any. 
***
Five days after he penned his love confession, he was arrested in Mexico. Once all the drugs had left his system, only after he was extradited and arraigned and placed at Milburn was he able to dwell on the fact he never received your reply. 
And being trapped in a cell gave him way too much time to think about that. 
It was possible you had replied, maybe even just to tell him he was crazy to even think he could be in love with someone he had never met. But he was sure you wouldn’t have even bothered to respond, thinking him a lunatic you needed to cut ties with. 
After a month in prison on one of JJ’s visits she brought a letter with her which she had found in his apartment. She recognised the handwriting on the envelope from several she’d seen him reading over the years. 
She wasn’t allowed to give him the letter but she offered to read it to him. At first he’d declined because he had no idea what to expect from your reply but after several long minutes he’d decided to let JJ read it to him. 
Spencer,
I am pleased to hear your mom is doing well but I do think you know that this solution won’t work in the long run. You say you live in a one bedroom apartment? You and I both know that you can’t sustain having your mother live there permanently. But I know you and I know you will figure out what’s best for you both.
The interview was amazing and they offered me the job on the spot. If it wasn’t for all your help with the presentation there is no way I would have gotten it, so thank you so much for that. 
As for the other thing…
For some time now I have been wondering about feelings I didn’t understand. You’ve been such a large part of my life for so long and even though we’ve never met I feel like we have, if that makes sense? I feel like in my heart I know you. My heart knows your heart.
Falling for you was as inevitable as the sun rising each morning. Perhaps it is foolish but I believe Thackeray knew what he was talking about. And I also believe Emily Bronte was talking about me and you when she said, “Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” 
Spencer had interrupted JJ then, when she was smiling from ear to ear as she read your words out loud. 
“That’s enough.” He cut her off, burying his head in his hands.
“Wow, Spence, I had no idea you’d met someone.” 
“I haven’t met anyone. She is simply a woman at the other end of a series of letters.” 
“How long?” JJ placed the pages down in front of her.
Spencer looked up at her, a small blush on his cheeks. He didn't want to be talking about this, least of all on the other side of a plexiglass screen with his other inmates nearby but he responded all the same.
“Ten years.” He shrugged. 
“Ten years?” JJ sounded incredulous. “Ten years of letters and you’ve never met? Why?”
“I, uh, it never really came up.” It wasn’t a lie, you’d never once discussed meeting in all those years. 
“Is it like a distance thing? Does she live far away?” 
“No,” He sighed with a shake of his head. “She’s in New York.” 
“New York!” She huffed. “New York is a five hour train journey, Spence!” 
“Jennifer, now is really not the time for this.” He lowered his voice as JJ’s had garnered eyes in their direction. “There is really no point in discussing this as we have no idea when or even if I’m going to get out of here.” 
“Don’t say that.” She shook her head.
“It’s true.” He shrugged sadly. “I really can’t think about all this right now, ok? Just take the letter back to my apartment and pretend you didn’t see it. Please?” 
If it weren’t for the desperation in his eyes she might have argued it. But she didn’t want to waste what little time she got to spend with Spencer fighting.
“Ok.” She relented with a small roll of her eyes.
“Thank you, JJ.” He offered a tight lipped smile. “How are the boys?” 
JJ filled him in but she wasn’t really focused anymore. In her head, she was already penning a letter of her own…
Y/N,
My name is Jennifer Jareau, JJ, and I work with Spencer at the BAU. I’m not sure if he’s mentioned me to you or not. He hasn’t really told me too much about you if I’m honest. But I have learned that he has strong feelings for you and you for him. I’m wondering if I can make a suggestion…
***
When you received the strange letter from Spencer’s friend JJ in response to yours, you’d been initially extremely confused as to why he was letting his teammates read your secret correspondence. 
But when she’d gone on to tell you that Spencer had been arrested along with all the details surrounding his incarceration and how she’d read your letter to him during their visitation, you started to understand. 
But then a few days later, before you had a chance to reply to her, you received another letter from Spencer with a postmark from Milburn Correctional Facility.
Y/N,
Maybe Thackeray and Bronte were right or maybe they were wrong, I can’t say for sure. What I can say with certainty is that I can’t carry on like this a moment longer.
Something has happened to me, it won’t be hard for you to figure out what as soon as you see the postmark. I am not willing to get into it or explain how I ended up here. But I have no idea how long I am going to be inside and I don’t want the rest of our communication to be sent through a string of guards who will pick apart each tormented sentence. 
I ask you not to write me back. This has to be the end of the road my dear. This letter has to be our last. I don’t know how much longer I will continue to be able to live like this. Each day my hope dies a little more and I’m sure I won’t make it out of here alive. 
I am writing simply to say thank you. Thank you for all your years of listening, for all your patience and kind words and your hopeful prose. In my darkest hours you have shown me the light, dragged me out of the shadows of my own creation. 
I love you for all that you are and all that you have done but even you can’t save me this time. This really might be the end for me and I don’t want you to blame yourself. You are the only reason I made it this far in this treacherous game we call life. 
Take care of yourself, continue to live your absolute best life. And in time I pray that you forget me and are able to love someone far more tangible. 
All that is left to say can be summed up by a quote from The Miniaturist - 
“You are the sunlight through a window, which I stand in, warmed. My darling.” Jessie Burton.
You replied firstly to Spencer, his heartbreaking words more pressing than JJ’s letter. You kept it short and to the point, knowing that various other prison guards would read it before it even made it to his hands. 
I appreciate but can't accept this thank you note that's sealed with your last breath and I won't stand aside and listen to you give up. 
You are stronger than that Spencer Reid and if I know anything about your team from all the years of hearing you speak of them it’s that they are the best at what they do and they will prove your innocence. 
Just remember what Ernest Hemmingway said in A Farewell to Arms -
“The world breaks everyone and afterward many are stronger at the broken places.” 
You will be stronger at those broken places, Spencer, I have no doubt about it. 
And besides, if you don’t make it out of there, how do you  propose to ever meet me? 
Whilst on a role, you grabbed a clean sheet of paper and started scrawling again. 
Jennifer,
Thank you for your letter. I have spent some time musing on your suggestion and I think you might be right. 
I think it's time for me to take a trip to DC…
***
Spencer never opened your last letter because he had no intention of replying to it. If he didn’t read it, he could pretend you had never sent it and he wouldn’t be tempted to write a response. 
Instead he stuffed it between the pages of his book and tried not to think about it. 
After two and half months his team proved his innocence and he was released but he was thrown into the deep end of trying to find his mother. 
And even once he found her unscathed, he was rapidly thrust right into Scratch’s web after he kidnapped Emily. 
Taking the elevator back up to the BAU alongside JJ after they’d escorted Emily to the hospital it already felt like a lifetime had passed since he left prison. And all he wanted to do was chronicle all of it to you. 
Maybe once the dust settled, once he’d wrapped his head around everything that happened he would open your letter and send you a reply. 
But for the first time in ten years, Spencer didn’t want to drag you into his mess. 
JJ was strangely quiet as the elevator made its ascent. He didn’t even want to be here, he’d planned on going straight home after leaving the hospital. He hadn’t slept in his own bed for two and a half months and he couldn’t wait to collapse into it. 
But JJ had insisted that instead of him getting the metro home, if he popped back to the BAU with her to collect some paperwork, she would drive him home. 
And honestly he was just too exhausted to decline. 
JJ’s eyes were hyper focused on the digital floor numbers as they got higher. A few seconds after it displayed number five, one floor below the BAU, she turned and looked at him. 
“Don’t hate me for this.” She blurted out. 
“Excuse me?” Spencer frowned, too tired to try to understand what she meant. 
“I couldn’t just let it go.” She shrugged, a guilty smile on her lips. 
“Let what go?” His frown deepened. 
Her eyes flicked back upwards as the number five rolled into the number six and the elevator started to judder as it prepared to stop. 
“Just remember I love you and that’s the only reason I interfered.” She shrugged as the elevator stopped entirely and soon the doors were peeling open. 
Spencer looked away from her and out of the open doors to where someone was standing just a few feet back. 
Spencer’s eyes landed on the stranger only it wasn’t a stranger. He wasn’t sure how, but he knew exactly who this person was standing on the BAU floor. 
He remembered the way JJ had read him your letter and how you’d told him your heart knows his heart. 
Well his heart knew yours too. And he knew the heart beating a few feet away from him was yours. 
“Y/N?” He croaked, slowly stepping out of the elevator but not too close to you. 
“Spencer?” You smiled at him, the kind that reached all the way to your eyes. 
Neither of you noticed JJ slipping quietly away, wanting to give you some privacy. 
“What are you doing here?” His brows were furrowed and he was rolling his bottom lip between his teeth. 
“You’re friend JJ wrote to me. She told me everything that happened to you. And she made me realise that ten years is too long to wait for a first meeting.” Your voice was like honey to Spencer’s ears. 
Your prose was beautiful, but hearing the words from your lips as you stood in front of him in all your ethereal glory was more than any letter could convey. 
“I…I am actually speechless.” He chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. 
“You? Speechless?” You giggled and Spencer felt the sound all the way to his heart. 
“You’ll come to learn I am much more of a wordsmith on paper. In person I am incredibly awkward and often trip over my words. I ramble when I’m nervous or clam up entirely, no in between. I spout facts and statistics rather than have a meaningful conversation. I am much more comfortable writing my words down on paper than speaking them out loud.” He let the words spill out of his mouth, proving his point entirely. 
“I’ve waited ten years to hear your voice. Please never stop talking.” You smiled so brightly at him he felt like he was floating. 
You were here in front of him, not just hidden between pages of letters. You were real, tangible; within his reach. 
And suddenly the last thing Spencer wanted to do was talk. 
He took a few tentative steps towards you and cautiously raised a hand to your cheek. You sighed in content when he cupped your face and nuzzled against his palm. 
“I could talk to you about anything and everything all day long, my love.” He smiled, inching his face closer to yours. “But at this moment in time I have one slightly more pressing desire to do with my mouth rather than speak.” 
“Oh yeah?” You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. 
The warmth of your body and your smile encompassed him. As he looked into your eyes, finally looked into your eyes, every bad thing that had ever happened to him slipped away. 
“Love starts as a feeling, but to continue is a choice. And I find myself choosing you, more and more every day.” He quoted Justin Wetch’s Bending the Universe. 
“Spence?” 
“Yes Y/N?” 
“As sweet as that is, I thought there were more pressing desires to use your mouth for?” 
“If you insist.” He smiled and quickly closed the small space between you.
When his lips finally met yours it felt like all the pieces of the universe were falling into place. 
For ten long years you’d communicated in the pages of letters, constructing replies to what felt like one sided conversations that were confined to only live on paper. 
As the kiss deepened every single one of those words seemed to float in the air around you, spiralling like a tornado made of a decade worth of missives. 
He swore he could hear each and every word whispered to him in the voice he’d longed to hear all these years as he kissed you like you were the most important being on the face of the earth. 
And when he pulled back and mumbled I love you against your lips, it was the easiest reply you’d ever given. 
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Fuck Yeah 2nd birthday x Seams sleepover
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So it turns out March is quite a big month in the Tumblr calendar for me! I posted my first story for the fandom on March 19, 2022, and last year on March 26, Joel met Pin for the first time 🥹
I have not one, but two Seams pieces coming for you this month! One is a drabble, and the other is a short interlude chapter that sits between Notch and the next full-length chapter. Let's call it Chapter 4.5, and we're turning up the heat in this one FINALLY 🌶️ It's been a long time coming, I'm excited to get the show back on the road with Seams!
If you feel like celebrating with me, I'm opening up some fun requests for Seams to get me back into the Jackson frame of mind. From today, send me one or more emojis:
🧢 Send me a headcanon request or send in your headcanon for the Seams universe!
💬 Put Joel and Pin (or any other character in Seams) in a situation - can be anything, soft, comical, spicy, crack - and I'll write a micro drabble about it (low-key nervous about this one, but I want to exercise my brain!) Requests closed, thank you!
🖼️ Request a moodboard of any Seams scene - you can even request for a future chapter if you're feeling cheeky 😉
🧠 Got any ideas that you'd like to see in the future for Seams? I'd love to hear them!
🃏 Wildcard - ask me anything about Seams! No questions are off limits.
I don't know how many requests I will get, but I'll keep them open for as long as I get them! Thank you everyone for the love you've given me these two years on Tumblrverse, this is a token of my gratitude for you, so I hope this will be fun for you guys! Here's to many more ❤️
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WOOHOO!!! LET'S GAURR!! 🥳 100 followers in 2 months is crazyyy. thank you guys for all the support, i'm glad to have made some new mb moots & hope to continue to meet some more amazing people!! ILYGSMM 🥺🫶
mb moots: @yeossemble @dollijongs @4jiminworld @bulilta @atinyniki @mikaklz @chanteamov @isaaidk @i029hu @alex-tinyy @y-uqis @m00nbap @crazyfrm @bianjay @y2jiz @lvrforeso @miuena @bluesnun @sungchan-for-life @joyuvv @kouijas @yeeunswrld @hrtsdoll @y-vna @lovelywony1 @tyuniwa @jilxxasu @snowonz @ayatxt @t3lepatia @eun-luv @stareesm @i4mnari @st4rii11 @iamthehotdemon @fioreis @mxlly143
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kryspiekream · 7 months
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WE ARE AT 400
Just a hundred away from the next goal!
I will be posting audio of me getting clicked stupid and then railed the day I hit that 500!
I already have an idea for the 1000 follower reward too!
Reblog this to get it even farther! We all want this 500!
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beautifulbrainrot · 7 months
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congrats on 1.5k that’s an amazing milestone!!!
i’d love to participate in your event - can i request peaches?
with timeless by taylor swift - it’s hard to pinpoint a lyrics but
‘And that's when I called you and it's so hard to explain
But in those photos, I saw us instead
And, somehow, I know that you and I would've found each other
In another life, you still would've turned my head’
just their idea of feeling like in each lifetime they were supposed to find each other - maybe spencer gets geeky and scientific about it hehe
thank you so much!!! ♡
Spencer reid x Gn!Reader
cw fluff, nothing else i don’t think!
come celebrate 1.5k with me !!
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You and Spencer had been walking around an antique shop, browsing the shelfs, when something caught Spencer’s eye.
A photograph collection of a wife and husband from some time in the past.
30’s most likely, He mused, admiring one particular photograph of the newly weds, laughing as they stared into each other's eyes.
Lovingly, He thought. Their body language portrays a comfortableness between them, both leaning towards each other, shoulders relaxed, fingers looped together.
It was as if the picture morphed in front of his eyes, the young couple turning into him and you. You looked beautiful. The white dress hung perfectly on your figure, and the smile on your face was beautiful and genuine.
He wondered if this is what his and your wedding would look like, smiling at the thought.
“What are you looking all wistful about, Spence?” You smiled, coming up behind him.
He jumped slightly, from being so suddenly pulled out of his thoughts, but quickly relaxed as he heard your voice.
“Not wistful exactly…” Spencer blushed, smiling at you as you cocked your head, eager for him to continue.
“To be wistful, would be to be full of yearning, mixed with melancholy. But I don't feel sad..” Spencer continued.
“What were you thinking about?” You asked softly, a small smile playing on your beautiful face.
“I just- I- I saw this photo.. And it reminded me of us.” Spencer stuttered, nervous to be admitting to you that he was daydreaming about you.
Your eyes widened, and you took the photo he was offering to you out of his hands gently.
You smiled softly at the photo. You saw the couple as you and Spencer as well, his gorgeous smile shining as he looked at you, looking beyond gorgeous in his wedding suit.
“It’s like us, In another lifetime…” You breathed.
“I guess… And It makes sense,”
You looked up, your eyes wide and loving.
“It’s like… We’re meant to find each other in every lifetime, because .. you’re the one for me.
Our love is timeless.”
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Thank you, Linked Universe Community!
Figured I'd make a post since I just reached some personal milestones on Ao3! (Hope that's okay)
Anyways, at just over 100,000 words, a little under 24,000 hits (half of which are Blood Drops On Roses) and an even 1000 comments in my inbox (of which about half are replies to my own ramblings on others' works XD), I just wanted to say thank you to all of you for being such a lovely, supportive, interactive community.
I've been lurking in the Linked Universe fandom for about 5 years now, but I never felt confident enough (or had the means) to actually start posting my own works until last fall, and even less to interact with the community (thanks @unexpectedstormy for getting me onto Tumblr in the first place XD). So, I just wanted to say thank you to so many of you (especially @breannasfluff and @majorproblems77) for helping me come out of my shell and start interacting more with this fandom. You're all such kind people for entertaining my ramblings and questions and such.
(Additionally, thanks to @wanderlustmagician and @somer-writes for being such lovely fellow writers and creators that allow me to bounce ideas off of them. Also thank you to all the regular commentors and readers that I don't think I have the space to tag here. And SPECIAL callout to @needfantasticstories for being such a lovely beta reader and person for tackling all of BDOR arc 1, please go give her love you guys and also check out her fics on ao3 under SkipBreaker)
Anyways that's the post, thanks for celebrating with me! You'll be seeing me for a while now (at least another year and a half given my backlog of chapters), so thanks for putting up with me! <3
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anna-hawk · 9 months
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Greedy
Pairing: Shane Walsh x F!Reader Fandom: The Walking Dead Rating: E 🔞 WC: ~2,5K
Summary: You have a surprise for Shane
Warning: this is basically just smut that includes a butt plug. The anal play isn't too intense, but Shane definitely is, and this is how we all love him 😏😏😏
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A/N: inspired by this picture, which was sent to me by @darlingshane as a request for my milestone celebration a few months ago. There weren't any specifics, but my brain went for that idea.
Also read it on AO3
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It was shortly past noon on a Sunday, the weather as sunny and warm as would be expected from the start of summer. Shane, however, didn’t care about that, nor about the small group of people currently sitting at the long table in the middle of his garden. Well, not that he didn’t actually care about them, or didn’t want them here, it was more that his whole attention was on you. As it had been since that morning after you’d informed him about one specific detail just when your first guests had arrived, which had rendered him unable to find out more. 
“Somethin’ up between you two?” 
Shane’s eyes quickly glanced at a smirking Rick, who had joined Shane at the barbecue without him noticing. His eyes immediately returned to you at Rick’s words, before Shane snorted and shook his head as he checked on the few steaks and veggies he was grilling. 
“Nah, we’re good.” 
Rick lifted his hands in an if-you-say-so gesture, and chuckled as he took another pair of tongs to turn a steak as well, before he returned to sit next to his son.
As obvious as he might have been to his friend, Shane still couldn’t stop himself from following your every move as you got up to get more drinks or serve a dish, all while laughing with your extended family. You were talking to Maggie when you suddenly lifted your gaze to him, only to meet Shane’s eyes, since he was still watching you. You blinked in surprise at finding him already staring, but grinned cheerfully a second later and returned your attention to Maggie. What had Shane stopping in the motion of putting some bell peppers on a plate was the tiny crease that appeared in your brow for a brief second as you sat back down. It hadn’t been the first time, today. And that, as much as what you’d revealed earlier, had been one of the reasons that had him continuously watching you as well. You didn’t look in pain, but you kept biting over your lower lip at odd intervals, and your eyes seemed to turn glassy while you did so. In simple words, you looked… aroused. Not obviously so for other people, but Shane definitely knew that expression or the way you kept squirming around, as if unable to sit still for too long.
His nostrils flaring with his own arousal, Shane was annoyed that he couldn’t just walk up to you and demand that you show him what you’d hinted at earlier. That morning, you’d chosen to wear his favorite summer dress over … a surprise, as you’d put it. That had been all that Shane had been able to find out. He guessed the so-called surprised to be a sexy new pair of panties, but if your behavior was anything to go by, there had to be something more. 
It was that more that had Shane finally giving in to his curiosity. He’d just taken the cooked meat and veggies off the grill and placed everything on the table for everyone, when he saw you rise once more and head inside. He threw a quick, be back in a sec, to the table in general, and followed you. 
He found you in the kitchen, pouring fresh water from the fridge into a large glass pitcher. Taking the pitcher from you, he placed it onto the kitchen counter before silently clasping his fingers around your wrist and dragging you to the back of the house and into the living room. 
“Shane?” you said in confusion as you walked behind him. 
He didn’t reply until you were standing behind the couch, and he turned to you to unceremoniously push your upper body over the couch.  
“Shane!” you gasped, as your knees hit the back of said furniture, and you had to catch yourself on the pillows. 
“Alright,” Shane rumbled, as he leaned over you while his hands trailed along the back of your thighs to push the dress up. “Enough teasin’. Show me what you got for me.”
“Wh-what? Shane, not now,” you whispered sharply and turned your head to the hallway leading back to the kitchen and outside. 
“Oh, yes now. Your own damn fault for tellin’ me about that… surprise, before everyone got here. You shouldn’t have said anythin’ if you didn’t want me to do exactly this,” Shane growled into your ear before he reared back to get a good look at what was hidden under the dress. He groaned when he saw the pretty new panties, the fabric soft and silky under his touch as he ran his fingers over your ass. You whimpered when he squeezed your cheeks and then slid a thumb teasingly over your covered lips. 
“So pretty for me,” he praised, loving the feel of how warm and damp you were on his fingers. 
His hand came to a sudden halt as his thumb moved higher and something hard met his digit. With a frown, he began sliding the panties down, but was surprised as you started moving and trying to bat his hands away. 
“Ah, Shane, wait. Not now, I-” you pleaded, voice going up an octave, sounding between aroused but also curiously embarrassed. 
Now all the more curious, Shane didn’t stop and ended up freezing at the sight that greeted him the second he revealed your ass to him. 
“Oh God,” you moaned as you hung there, hiding your face in your arms. “I told you not now.” 
Shane could do nothing more than simply stare for the longest time as his brain caught up to what his eyes were seeing.
A butt plug. A fucking butt plug was snugly fitted inside your ass, only the flat, colored crystal at the base visible to him. Teasing him. Shane swallowed at the unexpected erotic sight, his pointer finger tracing around the base. The two of you had jokingly talked about using this kind of toy a few weeks ago when a friend of yours had gotten one as a gag gift at his bachelor’s party. Except that Shane hadn't thought that you'd want to go through with it. Anal sex hadn't been talked about in your relationship, but only because it had never come up. Talking about that toy had been arousing, sure, but Shane had more or less forgotten about it right after that conversation. You, on the other hand, clearly hadn't. And it wasn't like Shane could complain. Far from it, with how pretty the color of the crystal looked against your skin. 
“So this is what had you squirmin’ like that,” he observed after a long silence, his voice deep. He lowered himself over your back again to speak into your ear. “Are you so greedy for my dick that you want me to fill all your pretty holes?” 
His dick throbbed in his khakis at your whimper. Fuck, the idea of getting absolutely all of you was making him slowly lose control. He'd only meant to check out what you were hiding before going back outside, but with this? 
Standing straight again, Shane licked his lower lip as he gently pulled on the base and grinned at your immediate intake of breath. He stopped you from turning around with a large palm pressed against the middle of your back. 
“Sha-Shane, no, ah,” you pleaded, only your head turning towards him and revealing your wide eyes. 
“Shshsh,” Shane whispered, as he turned the toy inside you before pushing on it and watching your arms falter as you bit down on a groan. “Can’t expect me to not play with it a little, hm?” 
Fuck, he was already so incredibly hard just from teasing you that little bit, and had to quickly adjusted himself.
“No, please… What – ah – what if someone co – oh fuck! Shane d-don’t.” 
You managed to keep your voice low as you begged, but you still pushed your ass out more as Shane began pulling at the toy. His heart was racing with the lust running through him and the need to see the warm metal stretching you for him. Despite you being right, despite several people being just on the other side of the house, Shane couldn’t stop himself from teasing you some more. Especially as he listened to you begging him to stop while moaning so wantonly, your body obviously loving every second of it. Shane was completely unable to pull his hands away from you. 
As soon as the widest part started to appear to his eyes, the act having your body shaking as you fought every sound you wanted to make, Shane pushed the toy back inside to the hilt. A cry left your mouth, but you managed to choke it down before it turned too loud, and instead you bit into your forearm. 
“Look at you, baby,” Shane said appreciatively, and ran two fingers along your soaked flesh. “Pleadin’ n’ beggin’ me to stop, but your pussy’s more honest than you.”
Your legs trembled, and you didn’t shy away from his touch, but you remained silent, your head lying over your folded arms on top of the couch. His mouth turning into a smirk, Shane pushed those two fingers slowly inside you until they couldn’t get any further. He hummed in satisfaction as you gasped, and your walls squeezed around his fingers. Playing with your entrance, Shane used the hand still lying on your back to go to the toy and pull at it yet again. Your head instantly flew up, and you slapped a hand on the pillow before fisting it as Shane tortured you in all the best ways. 
“Shane,” you sobbed in pleasure. “Please.” 
“Mh, please what?” Shane teased some more, pulling and pulling until the toy was almost all the way out. He had to fight with all his might to keep himself in check and not just fuck you right then and there at the sight of both of your stretched holes. 
“Just… oh fuck… please… you gotta…” The end of your sentence was cut off by your pressing your mouth to your arms as you cried out when Shane plunged both fingers and toy back inside you. 
Shane chuckled breathlessly. Shit, making you lose your focus was always such a turn on for him. Having you come apart on his fingers, mouth, tongue, or dick was the surest way to have him go over the edge as well. He’d never tire of watching you like this. As he tugged the toy out this time, he started to slowly fuck you with it, in synch with his fingers inside you. 
“Hey, you guys here somewhere?” Glenn’s voice suddenly came from the kitchen. 
Shane froze and so did you. Shane grunted under his breath as you tightened around his fingers, and smirked. 
“Oh, that’s what you like? Want someone to run into you lookin’ like this? You sure squeezed real nice around my fingers just now,“ he rumbled straight into your ear before lifting his head and talking loudly. “Yeah, we’re right here.” Shane smirked as he kept fucking you with both hands and saw your wide eyes and your mouth opening to speak, but he talked over you. “We’ll be out in a minute.” 
There was a pause in Glenn’s steps, before they retreated again with an audible grumble. Shane laughed under his breath. 
“You think he knows, hm?” Shane thrust his fingers faster before taking them out and going straight for your clit. 
You shook your head fervently while moans began falling from your mouth continuously as Shane increased the pace again. Shoving the toy back inside you, Shane wrapped his hand around your throat and pulled you up against him, turning your head until your eyes met. 
“No? Should I call him back then? Or even Rick? Let 'em see what a dirty girl you are, hm?” Shane asked as his fingers flew over your clit. 
“N-no!” you said in a high, urgent whisper and shook your head again while meeting his gaze with your wide, need filled eyes. “Please, Shane. Only need you.”
The hand on your throat tightened a notch as your declaration hit Shane deep, his possessive streak screaming in satisfaction in his head.
“That’s right, sweetheart,” he hissed before claiming your mouth with his for a hungry kiss. 
Shane groaned in approval as you lifted an arm to curl it around his neck to keep him against you. His erection pressed against your leg while his hand still worked between your thighs, and he growled deep in his throat as you came in his arms. The orgasm was so intense that your knees buckled, but Shane’s hold on you kept you from pitching over the couch, although you had to break the kiss to get your breathing under control again. Shane gently lowered you over the couch again to finally reach for his fly, and almost ripped it apart in his haste to open it and lower the pants enough to pull his cock out. Words of praise gushed out of him as he frantically fisted himself, the copious amount of pre-come making the glide easy. His eyes were riveted to your ass and slick folds, your juices covering the top of your thighs as well from how he’d played with you. Shane moved over you, his free hand holding him up on the couch as he kept speaking to you. 
“The way you look right now. Fuck… Wish I could send everyone home now and take you apart.” His eyes returned to your ass and the toy. “And that toy, baby? Such a big plug for my girl,” Shane groaned at your muffled moan from his continuous praise. The toy wasn’t outrageously big, but he’d seen smaller ones, for sure. 
“Had to,” you mumbled and turned your fully blown out pupils on him. “Had to make sure you’ll fit,” 
Shane’s dick pulsed at the hidden praise, and he growled deep in his throat as the visuals assaulting his brain, as well as the current sight of you, brought him to the edge of his release. Leaning up again as his hand flew over his dick, Shane pulled one of your butt cheeks to the side and grunted harshly as the first strings of come hit you straight over the toy before he painted the back of your thighs as well. 
Both of your quick breaths were the only sound coming from the room for a long minute, while Shane stared at your deliciously messy form through heavy lids. He leaned down to press a tender kiss to your nape before he helped you gingerly stand, making sure that your dress didn’t touch the mess on your skin. You turned around to face him with a languid smile, which had him moving in to kiss you for a few, long seconds. 
“I think you should head outside while I,” you trailed off with a chuckle.   
Shane snorted and nodded, watching you walking through the hallway and vanishing into the bathroom before heading outside. Sitting down next to Rick, he was greeted by Maggie’s knowing smirk across from him, which he unapologetically met head on with one of his own. Glenn’s uncomfortable expression, when you made your way out again a few minutes later, only served to have him laughing as he kissed you in welcome before he reached for one of the salads. 
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Redrawing my first post to celebrate reaching 100 Followers! Thank you so much for all of the support, I know I am still an incredibly small creator, but being able to get to this point, is still incredibly special to me, so thank you! I appreciate all of the help you have given me to get here!
The original is on the left and the redraw is on the right
Original first post here
Speed paint of redraw under the cut
@aurithedoodler
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prylc · 6 months
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HOLY SHIT. 100 FOLLOWERS ALREADY???
THANK YOU SO MUCH GUYS TwT
Literally just one month ago, I was at around 43 followers and I somehow skyrocketed to 100 omg- edit: BRO. FROM THE TIME THAT I QUEUED THIS TO NOW I SOMEHOW HAVE 111 NOW WTH- 💖
Huge thanks to @zucchiyeni for hosting that dtiys cause its really helped others see my work <3 and and that magma you was really fun! Was rly happy I was able to get to know other amazing artists ^^
And another huuuuge thanks to @akitagure and @cats-artbag for helping me along the way. They've both been great friends, big inspirations and have helped me a lot with improving my art ^^ <3
Annnnddd thank you to all of YOU who have liked, reblogged, commented and followed!!! I love each and everyone one of yall 💖💖💖
Well, I think it's about time I do something for this huge milestone eh?
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I'm making my own, very first, DTIYS + RAFFLE!
More info will be posted soon ^^ (if it doesn't come out before 10 October, expect it to come out around mid nov cause exams ><|||. Especially since I hav another event planned with a friend already sjhskshsjsh)
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And again, TYSM!
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crimson-skiesss · 5 days
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Here's a drawing of Lucifer I just finished up! I stuck to his older design for this one for nostalgia sake :) I do not own this character, he belongs to Vivziepop!
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thyme-in-a-bubble · 9 months
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let’s go to a greek island because three men are in love with us and celebrate 5k
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thank you all so so so much for 5000 followers! that is a super crazy number. like, wow. thank you all so much for being here, for reading my silly little stories and for always being so kind. I am unbelievably grateful for you all. this time will be a tiny bit different. not only will I hold a regular, fun celebration (this time in a mamma mia theme because why not? it's summer, it's fun) but I also just so happen to finish writing a story that I've been actively working on since january and thought that since I put so much love and time into it, it seemed fitting to share it as a part of this amazing celebration. here is a little schedule of when I'll be posting them, they are long and one hell of a read, I really hope you all like them ♡
friday (14/07) at 18:00 (CEST) - the murder at evergreen university
sunday (16/07) at 18:00 (CEST) - sour summer (an evergreen prequel)
this celebration will run from now till the 16 of july. anyone can participate and you can send in as many asks as you’d like, there is no limit.
if you need some prompts as Inspo for the request options, then try and click around on my sideblog @prompt-heaven where I keep a bunch of prompt lists very organised.
navigation | masterlist | request guidelines
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fernando - games! (cast your mutuals, fuck marry kill, would you rather…)
lay all your love on me - tell me a random fact about yourself and I’ll say who I ship you with!
super trouper - i’ll give you an abba song that has your vibe!
angel eyes - send me a sfw request!
kisses of fire - send me a nsfw request!
when I kissed the teacher - request a moodboard! (it can be for a character, a prompt, word, name, colour or ask me to make one that fits the vibe of your blog) 
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moots: @ddejavvu @oncasette @fightingdragonswithwho @angelulls @fxllfaiiry @prettyboyeddiemunson @cosmal @creelteeth @spencersfunkysocks @reidslovely @happyheidi @wonderlandhatter @spideyheart @appocalipse @skullrock @starlit-moonlight @chvoswxtch @lone-nyctophile @autumneverleigh @lanadelreyscokewhor3 @bruisedboys @midniteluv @solarluvs @ghostlyfleur @bcyhoods @vhagarlovebot @bradshawed @mystcldydrms @songs4themoon @katyswrites @strrawberrryjam @inkluvs
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fortheloveofwonderland · 10 months
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The Magic 8 | Ralvez x Fem! Reader
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This was another request for my milestone celebration from @andiebeaword which just turned into a crazy, smutty beast. This is so loosely tied to the song and I’m sorry. I had to throw weird magic 8 ball references into it that might seem out of place but it made me feel better for going so far off track with this. This is super NSFW Minors DNI.
Summary - Spencer and Luke’s relationship is on rocky ground as Spencer starts to regret never getting to be with a woman. When Luke suggests inviting Spencer’s favourite barista to join them in the bedroom, all signs point to yes.
CW - this is just utter filth, proceed with caution. Oof where to begin - talk of sexuality, Spencer has never been with a woman, sexually fluid Luke, PWP, very brief mention of drinking and past drug addiction, making out, sub! Reader, Dom! Luke, switch! Spencer (Dom with reader, sub with Luke), handjobs, swearing, slight masturbation (male), oral sex (f and m receiving), face sitting, multiple orgasms, fingering, overstimulation, coming untouched, penetrative, protected sex.
WC - 6.7k
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Uncertainties were a tragic and unfair symptom of living, something Spencer Reid had learnt all too many times in his years on earth. Life was inherently unforeseeable, unpredictable by nature. 
For someone who hated the unknown like Spencer, it was a hard pill to swallow but one he’d had to swallow time and time again. Life was no less random than the answers on a magic 8 ball, and he’d had to come to terms with that. 
If there was one thing Spencer had always been able to be certain of it was his sexuality. For as long as he could remember he’d always known he was gay and it was a small definitive in his world that he’d been able to count on for many years. 
He’d never looked at girls the way other boys his age had, Spencer had been too busy looking at the boys themselves. He didn’t really understand what that meant until he reached his teens and for a long time it was a part of himself he tried to deny. 
He was already an outcast with being younger and smarter than all of his peers and he didn’t want to add any fuel to the bullies fire. He kept it to himself, his own little secret. 
It was only once he was in his twenties he became ready to act upon it and once he did he never looked back. 
In an uncertain world, his sexuality was the only thing he was certain of. 
Until he wasn’t. 
When Spencer first met Luke Alvez he thought all his birthdays and Christmases had come at once. Spencer had fallen head over heels for him and much to his surprise, Luke had felt the same. 
He’d never been happier than he was with Luke, but then he met you and you changed everything. 
Spencer had never found himself looking at a woman the way he looked at you. There was something so magnetic about you that he gravitated towards you without even meaning to do so. 
You were the new barista at his favourite coffee shop and you were effervescent, ethereal in your beauty. Spencer found himself often getting tongue tied around you, tripping over his words and sometimes even his own feet. 
And without intentionally doing so, he pulled away from Luke. It was little by little at first until there seemed to be a chasm between them. 
Was his happiness simply a trend for Spencer? Tomorrow now seemed misunderstood, because it was reading outlook not so good. If only the signs would point to “yes” and you could maybe feel the same for him. 
But that wasn’t what he wanted right? He loved Luke, he was just going through a phase. It was nothing more than a harmless crush. 
Wasn’t it? 
Wasn’t it? 
Luke had noticed the way Spencer was acting but he didn’t understand what was happening other than the fact his boyfriend of three years was shutting him out. Every time he tried to talk to the younger man about it he changed the subject. And every time he tried to initiate contact, Spencer shied away. 
Eventually he’d had enough and he had to confront Spencer or risk losing him for good. It had taken some pursuing from Luke and a lot of resistance from Spencer but Luke managed to get to the bottom of his boyfriend's little crush. 
And thus had ensued a long and arduous conversation. 
Luke was, to Spencer’s surprise, extremely understanding. He understood Spencer’s curiosity even if Spencer didn’t. 
Luke had always been a lot more fluid with his sexuality, he’d been with both women and men in the past whereas Spencer had never been with a woman before. 
It confused Spencer and Luke also understood that. Spencer had been so sure about this one aspect of his life from a young age and it didn’t make sense to him how, in his forties, he was now questioning that. 
Luke didn’t begrudge Spencer’s interest and tried to tell the younger man it was perfectly understandable that one day he might find himself curious about these things he’d never experienced before. 
And somehow the conversation had culminated in Luke suggesting a threesome.
Spencer initially vehemently shut that idea down. He wasn’t exactly thrilled at the idea of sharing his boyfriend and the thought of being with a woman quite frankly terrified him. 
But the more Luke talked about it, the more Spencer started to open up to it. Although it was terrifying it was also incredibly exciting. And it would only be one night, one night in which he could explore a side of himself he never had before and then everything could go back to normal. 
So he found himself waiting at the coffee shop one day until your shift ended, closing his eyes and ready to take a leap of faith. 
He was prepared for you to say no, to probably call him a creep and he would subsequently need to find a new coffee shop. 
But after explaining everything to you, and showing you pictures of Luke, you’d been surprisingly interested. 
And that was how he’d found himself in a hotel room with his boyfriend and his barista, staring dumbly from across the room and ringing his hands together in his lap. 
There’d been some casual conversation, a drink in the bar to loosen them up, at least for the two of you who didn’t have a past with addiction. But soon enough Luke was suggesting they head upstairs and Spencer’s heart had been beating erratically ever since. 
He sat in the chair in the corner of the room while Luke, who had always been the more confident of the two, wasted no time in moving in on you. 
He held your face in his hands as he kissed you ferociously, bodies flush against each other and small gratified moans leaving both of your lips. 
The first thing Spencer felt was jealousy and not because you were kissing his boyfriend. He was jealous because since the moment he’d laid eyes on you he’d wanted to do what Luke was doing now. 
Your hands wandered Luke’s back while he kissed you, and Spencer felt like a spare part. For a moment or two he felt as though you’d both simply forgotten him and that he was in for a night of watching you and Luke together. 
But then Luke pulled back from your lips and stepped out of your grasp, turning and looking over at the shy man cowering in the corner.
“Spence, you just gonna watch all night?” Luke chuckled, heading over to him and pulling the younger man to his feet. “You’re the reason we’re doing this, cariño.” 
Spencer felt his stomach coiling into knots as Luke led him closer to you. You were smiling sweetly at him, your lips already slightly puffy from Luke’s kiss. 
When Luke let go of him you quickly stepped closer to him, placing your hands on his shoulders. 
“You've never even kissed a woman?” You tilted your head to the side as you looked at him. 
“N-no.” He stuttered with a shake of his head. 
“You do want this right, Spencer? You seem…uncomfortable.” You regarded him curiously. 
“I’m always uncomfortable, that’s normal. I, uh, I really want this. I’m just incredibly nervous.” He kept his hands at his side, acutely aware of Luke watching him. 
“That’s ok, we can go slow.” You moved closer to him, your breasts pushing up against his chest and he hissed slightly. “You can touch me, Spencer.” 
“Oh.” He nodded. “Oh, ok.” 
His hands trembled a little as he raised his arms and placed them cautiously on your hips. You offered him an encouraging smile as you inched your face slowly closer to his, giving him a chance to change his mind if he wanted to. 
But he didn’t want to. 
Your lips gently brushed against his own and that tiny action was all he needed and suddenly it was like a light had switched on. One his hands flew to the back of your head, holding you in place as he somewhat roughly slammed his lips against yours. 
You moaned at the sudden forcefulness and Spencer was quick to slide his tongue in your mouth. He gripped the back of your hair and kissed you so deeply the air vanished from your lungs. 
Luke’s eyes widened at the quick change in his boyfriend who was kissing you more frantically than Luke had ever seen. 
And when Spencer used his grip on your hair to lead you back to the bed and push you down to the mattress, Luke felt himself growing hard in an instant. 
He shoved you back to the bed and he remained standing, looking down at you with dark eyes. His previous nerves had disappeared, it was like looking at a completely different person. 
Truthfully the moment he tasted your lips everything seemed to click into place for him. He needed this more than he’d ever realised and now he had the chance he didn’t plan on squandering it. 
Spencer had spent his whole life as a submissive in every aspect of his life. But one kiss from you brought out his dominant side and he adored the way it made him feel. 
He glanced at Luke and the visible tenting in his jeans. Looking into the older man’s eyes, his dominance slipped for a moment and he rolled his bottom lip between his teeth. 
“Is this…is this ok?” He swallowed. 
“Spencer, it is more than ok. I want you to enjoy this, this is your night.” Luke encouraged him. 
Spencer nodded and turned back to you and your ragdoll form on the mattress. His lip twitched up into a slightly dangerous smirk. 
“Get undressed.” He commanded, his voice so stern you knew not to argue it. 
You were eager to do as you were told, scrabbling to get out of your clothes while the two men stood side by side watching as your articles of clothing got fewer and fewer. 
Once your bra was removed, Spencer’s jaw fell slack as he stared at your chest, the first pair of breasts he’d ever seen in real life. 
You puffed out your chest proudly and worked on getting off your jeans. Spencer couldn’t take his eyes off of you, off of every dip and curve in your body. 
If the tightening in his pants was any indication, he wasn’t nearly as gay as he’d always thought he was. 
He was so busy staring at you as you shimmied off your jeans, leaving you in nothing but a silk thong, he didn’t notice Luke moving behind him until he felt the older man’s strong arms wrap around his waist. 
Luke’s lips glided over the shell of his ear and one of his hands palmed Spencer through his slacks.
“Enjoying this, Spence?” Luke whispered as he nibbled on Spencer’s ear lobe.
“Very much so.” Spencer nodded dumbly. 
“He told you to get undressed, sweetheart.” Luke spoke to you while he worked on the buttons of Spencer’s slacks, grinding against him from behind. “Panties off.” 
As if being told what to do by one man wasn’t already hot, having them both command you made your head spin. 
You quickly did as you were told and lowered your underwear down your legs as Luke’s hand was slipping inside of Spencer’s pants and freeing his erect cock. 
Spencer made an animalistic hissing sound at the sight of you fully nude. That combined with Luke’s hand which was now languidly stroking him made his knees buckle. 
“What do you want to do to her, baby?” Luke nuzzled against his ear. 
Spencer moaned lightly at the mere thought. His options were wide open, he could do anything he wanted to you but where did he begin? 
Where was the magic 8 ball when he needed it? 
You watched him curiously, standing by the side of the bed in all your glory while Luke worked Spencer’s cock in his hand. 
His pumps were lazy and slow, not intending to bring his boyfriend to orgasm but more just to tide him over. 
“Fuck,” Spencer mumbled as all the sordid thoughts spun around his head. “I wanna…fuck…I think I want to eat her out.” 
You whined and pressed your thighs together at the thought. You knew the situation, you knew Spencer had never been with a woman before but you had no doubt he would be good at whatever he had planned. 
Luke bucked himself against Spencer’s ass and tightened his hold on the other man’s shaft. 
“Jesus I’d really like to see that.” Luke moaned, breath hitting the side of Spencer’s face. “I’ve got an idea.” 
Luke let go of Spencer’s dick and stepped around him until he was face to face with his partner, his back to you. Spencer whined a little now Luke was blocking his view of you but Luke was smiling. 
He brought his hands to the top button of Spencer’s shirt and started popping them open. Spencer didn’t question it and simply let Luke free him from his shirt. 
Once it was undone, Luke tossed the garment on the floor before helping Spencer out of his pants and boxers with zero protest from Spencer. 
With Spencer now naked too, his hard member standing to attention against his stomach, Luke led him towards the bed by the wrist. 
Spencer didn’t complain when Luke laid him down on the bed, head resting against the pillows. He was a little confused but he trusted Luke. 
Having Spencer in position, Luke turned to you with an almost wicked smile. He curled his finger, motioning you towards him and you happily complied. 
Luke quickly slammed his lips against yours again and his hands started wandering down your body while his tongue explored your mouth. 
Soon enough his large hand was between your thighs, spreading them a little before his middle and index finger suddenly swiped through through folds, causing you to yelp. 
“Fuck,” he mumbled into your mouth. “Spence, she’s so wet already. You’re gonna love this.” 
Spencer whined, his hand wandering of its own volition, finding his shaft and firmly squeezing the base. 
Luke collected your arousal on his fingers before brushing over your clit a few times but all too soon he was withdrawing his fingers entirely. 
His pupils were blown out wide as he pulled back from you, a smirk adorned on his lips.
“You want him to eat your pussy, angel?” He tucked your hair behind your ear. 
You mewled in response, but Luke was looking at you, demanding a verbal answer.
“Yes, yes! Fuck, please?” You whimpered. 
Luke nodded in satisfaction, turning your body by the shoulders to face Spencer who was still holding his cock in his hand. 
“Sit on his face.” Luke commanded, tone so stern that even if that didn’t sound incredibly hot you would have done it anyway. 
Spencer’s eyes widened as you crawled on the bed, his nerves returning in an instant. 
“What if I’m not…what if I’m not any good?” His cheeks burned with embarrassment but he directed his question at Luke and not you. 
“Baby, you’ll be just fine. You’re a genius after all, I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” Luke winked at him and it provided Spencer with encouragement. 
You kneeled over his chest, a little hesitant to go any further. But then suddenly Spencer was grabbing you by the hips and pulling you closer. 
He met no resistance from you and was able to pull you like a rag doll until you were hovering over his face. He exhaled a shaky breath and you felt it between your legs. 
“It’s ok cariño, you can do it.” Luke gave Spencer’s leg a reassuring squeeze. 
Spencer growled as he inhaled your scent and suddenly like a man possessed, he tugged you down so you were sitting on his face and his tongue brushed over your most sensitive area.
You whined loudly at the contact and Spencer’s arm came to rest heavily across your thighs to keep you in place. His tongue glided through you, gathering your arousal and hissing at the taste of you. 
When his tongue settled back on your clit and he started lapping and sucking on your bud you couldn’t help but wiggle on his face, feeling the glorious friction from his stubble between your legs. 
He didn’t go easy on you, he wasn’t tentative like a man who had never done this before. He was immediately eating you out with the desperation of a man devouring his final meal. 
His arm was heavy against your thighs, keeping you steadily in place. You leant your palms on the headboard of the bed to keep you upright.
Luke was moaning to himself as he listened to the glorious and slightly messy sounds Spencer was making between your legs. 
He watched the way his boyfriends eyes fluttered closed and he buried his face into you while his tongue worked your clit. 
Your body was already trembling above him, and the moans leaving your parted lips were the sweetest song Luke had ever heard. 
He undressed himself, his eyes never leaving Spencer for a second. As soon as he was naked like the two of you he climbed onto the bed. 
You barely registered the weight of the bed shift beneath you, too focused on Spencer’s work with his mouth. It seemed impossible that he hadn’t done this before because he knew exactly what he was doing. 
He flattened his tongue and ran it through your folds to collect more of your arousal before he settled back on his ministrations on your clit. 
He held you down with force, you wouldn’t be surprised if he left a bruise across your thighs with the pressure he was exerting. 
Spencer didn’t care. He was obsessed with the way you tasted and couldn’t believe he’d gotten to this age and never tried this. 
He could feel you soaking his face, as his nose buried against you while his tongue continued to lap and suck greedily at you. 
His cock was throbbing painfully, in desperate need of stimulation. He wouldn’t be at all surprised if he came untouched simply from the taste of you. 
He was certain this would not be his last time doing this. 
You suddenly felt a warm, hard body encompassing you from behind at the same time Spencer felt a pressure on his chest. 
Luke knelt either side of Spencer’s torso and pressed himself against your back. 
“Jesus Christ you have no idea how hot this is.” He panted against your ear. “How does she taste, Spence?”
“Hmm.” The younger man simply hummed against you, sending a vibration through your entire body. 
Your eyes were rolling back in your head at Spencer’s deft tongue but that wasn’t even the half of it. 
You felt something ghosting between your legs from behind and then suddenly two thick digits were plunging inside of you. 
“Holy shit.” You mumbled incoherently as your head fell to your chest. 
Luke smirked as he placed a kiss against your neck and started working his fingers inside of you. 
“Fuck, Spence she’s tight. Your gonna want to fuck her.” 
Spencer hummed against your clit again and tightened his hold on your thighs. He nuzzled his face entirely between your legs, desperate to taste more of you but the idea of being inside you made his cock pulse achingly. 
Luke thrust his fingers deeply inside of you, feeling you fluttering and clenching around him. The moans and whimpers leaving your lips were feral and he could tell you wouldn’t last much longer. 
“Are you close, pretty girl?” He mumbled against your neck. 
“Mmm hmm.” You pathetically replied. 
Luke grinded his hips against your back whilst his fingers moved in and out of you rapidly, pounding into you with bruising force. 
Spencer never let up even for a second and the sounds of his tongue between your legs filled the room alongside three sets of moans. 
Your body startled to tremble furiously and you felt your orgasm pooling in the pit of your stomach. Suddenly your back went rigid and your eyes shot open as you reached your peak. 
“F-fuck!” You screamed so loud the walls shook, clenching around Luke’s fingers as Spencer swallowed every drop of your orgasm. 
Soon you were going limp again and Luke held you upright with his body as he slowly slipped his fingers out from between your legs. 
But Spencer didn’t seem perturbed. 
His arm on your thigh tightened even more so and he continued circling your sweet spot with his tongue. 
Luke wrapped his arms around you to steady you, your body shaking. 
“S-Spencer,” you whined. “S’too much!” 
But Spencer still didn’t stop. 
His tongue traversed through your legs and back again to your clit where he pressed the flat of the muscle against you.
You whimpered, quaking on top of him and trying to squeeze your thighs together but his head was in the way. It seemed to spur him on and his tongue moved faster. 
“Spencer?” Luke tried to get his attention but Spencer didn’t listen. 
His own orgasm was building and he was so close he couldn’t stop now. 
He kept up his work, seemingly not noticing your whines or the tears rolling down your cheeks from the overstimulation. You felt him moan between your legs and then out of nowhere his body started to convulse beneath you. 
His grip on you loosened and you fell back into Luke’s waiting arms. Spencer was panting and moaning furiously. 
Luke helped you to lay down next to Spencer but he couldn’t take his eyes off of his boyfriend and the slickness coating his mouth and chin. 
When his eyes cast further down the younger man’s body he noticed his slowly softening cock and his come all over his stomach. 
Luke couldn’t help but smile at the idea of Spencer coming simply from pleasuring you. 
Luke laid down between you, two worn out and lifeless bodies either side of him. But he wasn’t done with either of you, he hadn’t gotten off yet. 
He gripped Spencer by the jaw and turned his head to face him before smashing his lips against his boyfriends. 
The taste of you on Spencer’s lips was phenomenal and he made a gut wrenching moan erupt from Luke’s lungs. 
“You liked that huh?” Luke smirked into the kiss. “I guess you must have done if you can come just from eating pussy.” 
Spencer simply mewled, his body shuddering at the thought and Luke chuckled as he slowly manoeuvred himself down the bed. 
He bowed his head to Spencer’s stomach and started lapping his tongue over his flesh, cleaning his boyfriend of his arousal. 
Spencer whined a little at the sensation, wriggling on the bed but allowing Luke to clean him up. 
“Come on guys, what about me?” Luke sat back on his haunches and looked at the two of you, already complete wrecks. 
He chuckled with a roll of his eyes and got up from the bed, tugging Spencer by the wrist until he was sitting up. 
“Since you have such an oral fixation, it’s my turn, cariño.” Luke nodded to his hard cock which was begging to be touched. 
Spencer whimpered again but nodded all the same and forced himself onto his knees in front of Luke. 
He would get a second wind, no doubt. One of his favourite things in the world was giving his boyfriend head and he would never turn down the opportunity, 
He placed his hands on Luke’s hips as he bowed his head closer to his length, blowing cool air over the tip and making Luke groan. 
Soon he was parting his lips and wrapping them around Luke, quickly taking the older man all the way in his mouth until he hit the back of his throat. 
But Spencer didn’t even seem to notice. He had the most impressive gag reflex that even when Luke got carried away and fucked Spencer’s mouth, Spencer never batted an eyelid. 
The sloppy sounds of saliva and Luke’s moans caught your attention and you rolled onto your side to see Spencer now taking the other man’s length like it was his job. 
You’d given plenty of blowjobs in your life but you’d never gotten the chance to witness one in real life. 
It was a dizzying sight, the way Luke’s entire cock disappeared inside of Spencer’s mouth, the same mouth that had been pleasuring you just moments before. 
The way Spencer’s tongue glided up the vein on Luke’s shaft and then danced teasingly over his swollen head was intoxicating. The way Luke’s abs tightened each time Spencer took him all the way to the back of his throat was glorious. 
Luke’s eyes snapped up from where they’d been watching Spencer and onto you, that dangerous smirk on his lips again.
“Come and give him a hand, angel.” He winked at you and his tone told you exactly what he meant. 
You still felt weak as you clambered to the edge of the bed, your skin so sensitive. You dropped down to the floor kneeling behind Spencer and wrapped your arms around his waist. 
He was already half hard again as you wrapped your hand around his shaft and a muffled scream left his lips at the sudden contact. You felt his body jerk forward at your touch, thrusting his face into Luke’s pubic hair. 
Luke chuckled and moved his hand to the back of Spencer’s head, balling up his locks and using his grip to control the pace. 
Spencer was standing at full attention in no time at all as you stroked him and you felt yourself getting turned on again too. 
Luke stared down at the two of you on the floor as he bucked back and forth in Spencer’s mouth. Luke had always been the more dominant of the two men and having both of you on your knees, so subservient to him was the most incredible feeling in the world. 
He wanted to freeze time, to capture this delicious image in his mind. He wanted this to last forever.
But he also wanted more. 
He knew this was supposed to be for Spencer’s benefit but it had been a long time since he’d had the opportunity to be with a woman and Luke didn’t want to let it pass him by. 
He already felt his precum leaking down Spencer’s throat but that wasn’t how he wanted to come. 
Suddenly he let go of Spencer’s hair and stepped back from the younger man’s mouth. If there was ever a sight to reduce a grown man to a fucking puddle it was the one Luke was witnessing now.
A trail of salvia joined the head of his cock to Spencer’s chin, dripping down from his pouty lips. His eyes were large and doe like, staring up at Luke like he hung the moon, messy hair falling in his face. 
And you were behind him, chest pushed up against his back while you continued to stroke his cock. 
The love he felt for this man was incomprehensible, the kind that defied all laws of nature. 
But he would put a pin in that, he had more pressing matters to attend to. 
“Both of you up.” He commanded and you both scurried to your feet without question. 
Luke’s hungry eyes took you all in, focusing on you while Spencer stood dumbly at your side. 
“On the bed, spread your legs.” He told you sternly and yet again you were quick to comply. 
Luke located the condoms, ripped one open and rolled it over his length. It was a little odd at first, he hadn’t used condoms since he and Spencer first started dating but at least it might mean he could last a little longer. 
Although given how turned on he was, even a condom might not help. 
Spencer looked at him a little sadly, a pathetic whine leaving his lips. 
“What about me? I thought I was going to fuck her?” 
“And you will, baby,” Luke cooed, brushing his fingers along Spencer’s jaw. “But it’s my turn first, you already got to come. It’s only fair that I do too.” 
“O-ok.” Spencer nodded. “W-what do I do?” 
“You get to watch, cariño.” Luke shot him a wink before climbing onto the bed where you laid out in front of him. 
He regarded you curiously for a moment or two before he pulled you up by your biceps. 
“I want you to ride me, angel. Can you do that for me?” He whispered so lovingly and you nodded which seemed to please him. 
He let go of your arms and positioned himself so he was sitting up against the headboard. You climbed into his lap, a knee either side of his hips and hovered over his length. 
Luke glanced at Spencer who was still standing dumbly at the side of the bed like a spare part. He patted the mattress next to him. 
“Come here,” he nodded his head, motioning Spencer over. 
Spencer did as he was told yet again and came and sat next to Luke just as you started lowering yourself onto him.
From this angle Spencer had the most incredible view of Luke’s cock as it disappeared inch by inch inside your cunt. 
You and Luke moaned simultaneously as he pushed inside of you. He was thick and heavy but maybe not as long as Spencer but he stretched you out as he entered you. 
“Fucking Christ,” Luke moaned as he bottomed out inside you. “I forgot how good that feels.” 
It was different than having Spencer around him. Not better, not worse; just different. He wouldn’t trade sex with Spencer for anything in the world but you felt so spectacular that for a brief moment or two he forgot about Spencer’s existence. 
It was only when the younger man let out a guttural moan that Luke remembered him sitting next to him. As you started bouncing up and down on his cock, he gave Spencer a sideways glance. 
“Touch yourself for me.” He whispered to his boyfriend. 
Spencer’s hand immediately found his own member and he started stroking himself languidly. 
Your eyes flit between where Luke was repeatedly slamming inside of you and to where Spencer was jerking himself slowly. 
Luke grabbed your hips and used his grip to help move you up and down. His own hips were bucking to meet you, his orgasm dangerously close after the night's previous events. 
His head was a complete mess, he wasn’t sure he’d ever been so turned on in his entire life. He didn’t want this moment to end so soon but he knew his release was imminent. 
“Fucking hell I’m sorry, I’m so close.” Luke whined, his thrusts becoming more frantic. 
You tried to meet his pace and each time he pounded inside of you his blunt head slammed right against your bundle of nerves. 
“S-Spence,” he panted, eyes hooded and full of lust. “Get a c-condom. You can f-finish her off.” 
Spencer squeezed the base of his cock at the thought, a cacophony of nerves and excitement bubbling in his chest. 
He reached over to the side table and retrieved a condom, his hand shaking a little as he tried to tear the foil package. 
Of course he’d helped men with them before but he’d never had the need to wear one himself. Rolling the rubber over his length was a new and strange experience but that would only be the half of it. 
It started to dawn on him that in just a few moments he would be buried inside of you, an encounter he never expected to be having. 
But he couldn’t fucking wait. 
Luke’s face contorted and his fingers dug into your hips as he bucked one last time and came with a strangled moan, spilling his seed inside of the condom. 
Spencer watched on in eager anticipation as Luke continued to lazily thrust in and out of you, growing slightly impatient. 
“My turn?” He whimpered pathetically. “Please?” 
Luke glanced over at him again, eyes barely open and a sheen of sweat on his forehead. He reached a lazy hand out to stroke Spencer’s cheek. 
“Of course baby.” He whispered, helping you off of him and hearing you whine as he slid out of you. 
You looked at Spencer while rolling your bottom lip between your teeth, unsure of what you were meant to do. 
“Where do you…how do you…?” You asked softly. 
Spencer’s eyes widened at the question, and he quickly became overwhelmed. Luke could tell by the slight panic in his boyfriend's eyes that his mind was over saturating, over-thinking this moment like he did every other moment.
“Take a breath, Spence.” Luke mumbled. “Close your eyes, I know you’ve pictured this moment. Close your eyes and imagine it.” 
Spencer once again did as he was told he closed his eyes. Luke was right, he had pictured this, a huge amount as of late. 
With Luke, Spencer gave over all his control, letting Luke have the dominance. He’d never minded, always happy in his role as the submissive but right now he craved that power. 
He wanted a position in which he could have full authority over you, in which he would hold all the cards. 
He opened his eyes suddenly and surprised you both when he stood up. He curled his finger for you to do the same which you did in an instant. 
As soon as you were on your feet he grabbed you somewhat roughly by the wrist and led you to the corner of the room where the armchair sat. 
He brought you to the back of it, turning you around so you were bent over it, your back to him. He shoved the back of your head down and parted your legs with his other hand. 
“Just like this,” his voice was breathy. “Fucking perfect.” 
Two fingers ran between your folds and you hummed against the fabric of the chair. But they soon disappeared so he could wrap his hand around his cock and guide it to where he needed it to be. 
He lined himself up and looked over at Luke who hadn’t moved. Spencer’s eyes were questioning, unsure as he looked at his partner. 
“If you don’t want to do this, Spence, no one is going to force you.” Luke spoke quietly, reassuringly. 
“I very much want to, trust me.” Spencer replied. 
“Then what are you waiting for, cariño?” Luke smirked and it was all the impetus Spencer needed. 
He took a shaky breath before he cautiously pushed his head past your threshold. His eyes instantly doubled in size and Luke noticed his entire body stiffening. 
Spencer was still looking at Luke as his mouth fell open and he dared to push another inch inside of you. 
You moaned as he did so, feeling that familiar stretch you’d experienced with Luke. Neither man was small, you would undoubtedly be sore tomorrow. 
“Keep going, baby.” Luke encouraged with a smile. 
Spencer swallowed thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing deliciously as he did so. Inch by inch, excruciatingly slowly he vanished inside of you, hands holding you steady by your hips. 
Once he was fully sheathed inside of you his whole body stilled as he adjusted to the way it felt. Nothing could have prepared him for it, the way he could feel your walls stretching to accommodate him; how warm and wet you were wrapped around him. 
“How is it, Spence?” Luke breathed. 
“I…I…no words.” Spencer panted his reply. 
There truly were no words to describe it and Spencer usually had a word for everything. But this was so beyond his wildest comprehension that even his giant brain couldn’t find the necessary prose that would do this justice. 
He took another deep breath, finally looking away from Luke and down between your bodies. He gasped loudly at the sight awaiting him as he pulled his hips back, seeing the condom coated in your slick. 
And when he pushed back in his head spun at the way he disappeared inside of you, taking his entire length. 
“Fucking hell.” He panted breathily.
His animalistic side took over then and he started suddenly pounding into you, hard and fast jabs of his cock as it filled you up again and again. 
You gripped the armchair and your moans muffled against the material. Your legs were shaking but Spencer was holding you up with a firm grip on your waist. 
Each time he slammed against you, he seemed to hit you in a new spot and his hips slapped against your ass probably leaving bruises. 
Luke was moaning from his position on the bed, his cock starting to grow hard again at the sight of his boyfriend pounding you. 
Spencer’s face was contorted into an expression of pure ecstasy, like nothing Luke had ever seen before. 
He looked delirious, his eyes half rolled back in his head and his hair sticking to the sweat on his forehead. 
He fucked you into the armchair, his thrusts unyielding as he worked his way to his orgasm. 
Luke moved without the forethought to do so, on his feet and moving across the room. He came up behind Spencer and wrapped his arms around the other man’s chest, pressing his lips against the soft flesh of his neck. 
“How good does it feel, Spence?” Luke mumbled against his neck. 
“Fucking…so good, so fucking good.” Spencer whined, hips snapping back and forth frantically. 
Luke nibbled on his boyfriend's neck, fingers brushing over his nipples before tweaking them a little. His dick pressed against one of Spencer’s ass cheeks and the friction caused by Spencer’s thrusts was dizzying. 
Spencer felt the telltale tightening in his stomach, the coil wound so tight it would imminently snap. He somehow pounded you harder and you could feel your own orgasm sneaking up on you. 
As if he could read your mind, Spencer spoke in a ragged voice, “are you close?” 
“Hmm.” You replied, nodding your head. 
“Fuck, me too.” Spencer agreed. 
Luke could feel Spencer’s impending release in the way his body tightened in his arms and his legs started to wobble furiously. 
“Oh fuck…oh fuck…oh fuck!” He bellowed, burying so deep inside of you as he came in the condom, at the same time he felt you clenching and pulsing around him as your own orgasm joined him. 
His hips kept slowly bucking and he closed his eyes, leaning the weight of his body back against Luke’s chest. 
Luke held him while he came down from his high, while he tried to compensate in his cloudy mind how anything could feel that good. 
Eventually his movements stilled completely and reluctantly he withdrew from you, causing you both to whimper at the emptiness you both suddenly felt. 
His arms still around Spencer, Luke first helped his partner to the bed where he collapsed like a doll, before he returned and aided you to the bed as well with an arm around your waist. 
Luke stood at the foot of the bed and watched the two fucked out bodies as you and Spencer fought to catch your breaths. 
Spencer was on his back with his eyes closed and his fingers ran lazily up and down his own rib cage as though trying to bring himself back down to Earth. 
You were curled up on your side, eyes also closed as you nuzzled against the pillow. 
Luke smiled to himself, hand involuntarily wrapping around the base of his shaft as he regarded you both. 
He started leisurely stroking himself as his eyes flicked between the two of you, dark eyes with blown out pupils. 
In his wildest dreams he never could have predicted how magnificent this night could be. What could have been his and Spencer’s downfall he knew would now only bring them closer. 
The magic 8 ball might have forecast a less than favourable outcome but right now all signs were pointing to yes. And Luke was by no means finished with the fun. 
He stepped a little closer, still stroking himself as he watched you both with a large smile on his face. 
“I’ll give you a moment to catch your breaths,” he spoke almost callously, forcing you both to open your eyes. “But don’t think we’re done here. We’re gonna keep shaking this magic 8 until it breaks.” 
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rongrii · 30 days
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500 FOLLOWERS!!! YAYYYYYY
Thank you all guys for your big support <:] it’s so nice getting good comments on my art and meeting new friends. Only a few months ago I celebrated 50 followers and now there is 500!! I will be happy to have more cool moments here with you all!!
Cheers!
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lipglossanon · 4 days
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You mad-lads have done it 😯
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Which I know this is just a floating number cause I lose and gain people everyday lmao
But it’s cause for celebration!! 🎉 so here’s a fun poll to let you guys decide on who we should party with 😉
Winner of said poll will get a follow up to decide on what I should write about lmao
That’s all the ones I can fit so choose wisely 😆 I’ll get started on the next poll as soon as this one ends!!
Big thank you to everyone for your support, follows, likes, reblogs, comments, just everything!! 😘 💜
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sitp-recs · 1 year
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Rapid Fire Recs
Hi everyone! This week we kicked off my latest follower milestone celebration following the poll results and also @oknowkiss’ amazing idea of a rapid fire reccing game. Simply put, send me a word prompt and I’ll list the 3 fics that come straight (haha) to mind. I’ll link the lists here to keep track of everything so I can include them on the masterlist post once it’s done. Thanks again for your support, I’m so grateful for all the love this blog gets and I hope we all continue having fun! 💜
Adventure
Addiction
Again
All-consuming
Baby
Birthday
Bubbles
Brat
Breathless
Classics
Cold & Ice
Comfort
Coming Out
Competent
Desperate
Discouraged
Divine
Dumb
Euphoric
Feral
Ferret
Flight
Flirting
Food
Fresh
Furry
Gasp
Girlboss
Hate
Heartbreak
Heat & Sun
Helpless
Home
Honey
Humiliation
Incoherent
Indulgence
Inheritance
Kid / Children
Kid
Lightning
Magic
Mayhem
Mean
Milestone
Mistake
Music
Needy
Nothing
Nudes
Potions
Quickie
Rain
Relief
Regret
Return
Rivals
Safe house
Satisfied
Short & Sweet
Slag
Sleep
Slut
Sparkle
Spies & Assassins
Taste
Threesome
Treasure
Truth
Tumultuous
Urgent
Water
Wet
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