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ok im back from the Dead.... happy january!
this is raspberry pie cookie :D she is the Technology Development Division's manager, she invented the R.A.S- the Rifting Analog System, the smallest ever Time Technology Computer that is used to train new TDD employees. her pet is called RAS-B PC!
wink wink she was (or maybe is) also Croissant Cookie's mentor :3
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đŠ¸once bitten twice shy doesnât quite apply đ
⥠if you like my art please consider buying me a kofi âĄ
#deityâs doodles#artists on tumblr#d&d#dnd#dungeons & dragons#dungeons and dragons#dnd oc#d&d oc#tiefling#tieflings#vampire#vampires#wlw art#cashmere#cashmere heartfilia#vicuĂąa#idk how all to tag this uhh happy pride month I managed to finish this on the literal last day of pride lmao#guess what song Iâm referencing in the caption <3#Iâm really proud of how this turned out#I spent like a collective 24 hours on this if Iâm counting like the amount of time my app counted#but like itâs been three or four days now#Iâve stayed up til 8am and then 5 and 6am on other days for this#if this flops I will ascend to godhood and bring about the end of the world
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The X trilogy + "psycho-biddy" influences
#x 2022#pearl#maxxxine#x series#strait-jacket#psycho#what ever happened to baby jane#horror#psycho-biddy#hagsploitation#made this whole big thing which i still might post eventually but. in terms of aesthetics. this abridged version is better lol#i'm not gonna finish the other post tonight but consider this a preview of sorts#i can't stop thinking about what if they leaned more into the 'hagsploitation' aspect of it all lol#i actually find it odd + off-putting that they start and end maxxxine with a bette davis reference#with a big significant psycho cameo at the bates motel itself#and there's not really any payoff for those allusions!!#i think if you're gonna try to tie into a legacy of older horror films you should do it in a sincere way#because that just felt like 'elevated horror' bonus points + nostalgia bait#anyway. it's fun to think about the potential it had + how all the building blocks exist within the narrative to do something interesting#and i am a 1960s hagsploitation subgenre apologist lol#what ever happened to baby jane? changed my brain chemistry the first time i watched it as a kid#so maybe i'm just nostalgia baiting myself making these connections lmao#but it could have been so good#it could have been the perfect synthesis of the shared themes across all three movies#but i don't think hagsploitation gets butts in movie theater seats like girlboss 80s nostalgia vaguely true crime related shit#oh wait also i guess calling psycho a hagsploitation movie is like. probably not 100% accurate#but it is though. it's not an inversion of the subgenre bc the subgenre didn't exist yet#but it builds up a mystery 'psycho-biddy' character only to reveal that she's not the murderer#which is also what happens in strait-jacket so i think it counts!!#+ psycho is directly referenced in all 3 movies so itâs a pretty clear influence on the trilogy as a whole
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a common thing in my experience with indie horror (i'm specifically talking about video games and animation) is that a lot of it references other, often well-known horror stories. sometimes it's just a cute little "ahaha yes the clowns are from space" or a bloody elevator moment. but i'm not super familiar with a lot of popular horror (ie Stephen King), so there are a lot of things i won't get and i'll end up associating it solely with what i'm watching. a youtube analysis explaining all of the references can be helpful with understanding some of what i just saw, but i'm not going to re-watch it and go, "oh, wow, this is just one long rip-off of references." i'm going to go, "oh wow, this makes more sense with the newly-gained background knowledge. what an incredible work of art." art referencing other art to make new art or something like that. love it.
#this post is about emesis blue btw#i never played tf2 nor was i in the fandom but i was like hey yeah sure let's watch this and. wowzers guys.#everything in there belongs to tf2 now. if i ever see anything outside of it i'm going to go 'wow just like in the tf2 movie'#'long night' 'longer than you think' i can't believe mr king received a premonition of emesis blue and referenced it in a story#i've been obsessed with this for like 3 days now.#when i say i don't know anything i mean... i know the Biggest moments but i wasn't able to identify the bathroom#i figured it was from something but never would've guessed what
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What's the worst reason you had to reset?
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"I HATE HOTLAND."
#undertale: scattered extension#UTSE#papyrus / scraps (UTSE)#papyrus#ic ask#ask#anonymous#okay so context:#dying is. probably the most likely way *anyone* would find out they have reset powers#it's also canonically how flowey first found out about his reset powers. so i'm gonna go with the same for paps!#however. flowey's first death was a suicide attempt#papyrus. would not do that. At All. i cannot see it#so instead. i'm thinking. his first death happened much quicker than flowey's did#papyrus was revived inside chara's lab in hotland. and well. with hotland's powerful air vents everywhere#and papyrus being a) not super used to floating around yet; and b) not used to being as light as fabric#and the lake of magma below the walkways all throughout hotland#that all sets up the unfortunate possibility of the highly unpleasant experience of getting blown off course#and sent tumbling down into magma </3#and thus. a very very horrible reason to have to reset </3#and a very very valid reason to hate hotland even more than he already did#though i'm not *100%* set on it happening? or i guess it's just more *when* it happens that i'm indecisive on#but regardless! that's what this is referencing
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*remembers what they did to Vanny* 500 FUCKING PIPEBOMB ATTACK.
#em.txt#WHY#how can you see the fucking absolute fire that is building up & go. 'yeah douse it. now bring back peepaw AGAIN'#BUILD HER UP 2 GAMES EARLY --- & THEN DO NOTHING!!!!!!!!? FUCK#WE CAN'T HAVE WOMEN DO THINGS IN FNAF I GUESS#the company's scop was too big & they developed the game seperately from the environment & made the environment above the game#cut playable vanessa sections. cut vanny appearances.#remove all the plot make vanessa a bitch throw in some invisible walls call it done. 30 dollars now please#security breach isn't just bad. it's not fucking done.#the thing normally with cut content is i can usually agree like 'okay this game cut this but that was a smart choice'#it can be better for time or budget & it can make for better writing.#for instance all the cut content in ahit is neat & as much as i like moonie it's smart to cut his character to build up other ones#& makes for a tighter story & less convoluted area that's more fun to play#when i look at the cut content for security breach their are obvious issues.#it's obvious the company's scope went too far. you built too big an environment. you built the environment before your game.#you prioritized a cool area to the point you expanded the mall from 1 story to 3. do you think that time could have been speant elsewhere#& the other problem is the insane fucking crunch that scott cawthon as a dev placed on himself & others to maintain relevancy#a single person locking themselves ina room for months to stay relevant is fucked. a game studio physically cannot do that.#you see shit in the prerelease like they wanted a bowling minigame a kart minigame a freeroam minigame etc#what about vanny? what did you want with this character? you clearly had something in mind#but we needed to cut it so we can fit in mazercise i fucking guess or chica's bakery or trash heap#here's what we have: less than 1 minute screentime. the 2 vanessa ending comic. that's it#oh wait i forgot. 'vanny. sounds like vanessa & bunny. this cabnot be a coincidence ' & THEN IT NEVER COMES UP AGAIN#princess quest used to be about that bitch in golden freddy you retconned it to be about vanessa SO DO SOMETHING WITH THAT#her whole shit is apparently in service to william afton. why isn't she in the afton fight at all#does she not know he's down there? is he unrelated? does she know she's working for the mimic? is she not working for him?#is she at all related to the fucking bunny from ruin or like what#what about the rainbow hair. what about her tech prowess. what about the cut missing kids only referenced in duffle bag messages now.#fuck you & fuck me as well why can't i be passionate about hvac systems#why's it gotta be this shittass gsme.
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helloo :DD i am here to check up on you and not release depressing ideas this time (yet) i will be sharing a bunch of songs that remind me of "if the door wasn't shut" series <3 but anyway, how are you?? i hope you're doing well <33
it's literally almost 3 am and i'm doing my research paper right now that is due on monday đ other than that i also have other stuff to do that is on monday so that's that (´â ŕźŕşśâ  â Ű â ŕźŕşś)
don't forget to take care of yourself and get that daily intake of water đđ¤
⢠leaves - ben&ben
⢠ride home - ben&ben
⢠end credits - eden, leah kelly
⢠just a man - jorge rivera-herrans, epic ensemble
⢠flicker - niall horan
⢠falling - harry styles
(this could pertain to the series itself or the "bonus" idea part, up to you to interpret itđ)
(feels like my signing has become suggesting songs and pedro pascal gifs đđ)
(din djarin this time because he's the loml <3)
HOWL!!! hello!!! apologies for the late response!! i have been cramming in my homework which is also due for monday đ what a pair we are. but i also had a nice day !!! went to the zoo which was fun !!! how are you doing??? how have the research paper / other upcoming things been going???? also whatâs the research paper on :0 ???
also howl pls get some sleep omg
I LOVE YOUR SONG RECS SM!!! i hope you know i have a playlist exclusively for howl song recs :â) and your pedro gifts r so lovely HAHAH its become your signature thing on my blog i think LMFAOOO i love when other people give song recs and start by mentioning you i think itâs so cute
anyway tlou part 2 scenario mention below so just to be safe xoxo
leaves ??? THIS WAS A NEW ONE TO ME!!!! but âoh you never really love someone until you learn to forgiveâ HOWL THE ABSOLUTE CHEEK OF IT!!!! it will always astound me how you have so many songs that fit so well. THE GOOD RECS ARE NEVERENDING LIKE HOW????
anf ride home too??? âwe just gotta let it go / so im coming home to youâ HELLO???? i have no words for this i genuinely donât understand HOW you do this every damn time
end credits ?? this is also a new one for me but im in LURV. i really like it. im gonna cry. and these songs rlly could relate to either that pt 2 scenario or the series itself like âbut this is how it goes / the end credits, they rollâ u canât tell me that doesnât immediately make u think of tje tlou 2 scenario. right. ??? im not losing it.BUT THEN YOUVE GOT âall i ever wanted was sunlight and honestyâ and adn âcause all i need is time and now / and i could leave this past behind meâ SCREAMINGGGGGGG. i also just really like this song in itself so thank u for these wonderful suggestions
just a man , initial thoughts r joel coded. im writing this as i listen so youâre getting my live reactions. it could also be like. tommy and maria coded but we know i lvoe joel. âwill these actions haunt my days / every man iâve slain? / is the price i pay endless pain?â HELLO. this is so tlou 2 scenario 4 joel idc. âWHEN DOES A MAN BECOME A MONSTERRRRR?â howl you knew what you were doing with this one. donât think i donât see you. HM and upon my second listen âclose your eyes and spare yourself the view / how could i hurt you?â im basically quoting the whole song atp BUT IDC ITS TOO PERFECT.
i heart niall horan ok but i donât listen to much of him (im sorry OK IM SORRY!!!) but iâŚâŚâŚ again live reactions. âstill a flicker of hope that you first gave to me / that i wanna keep / please donât leave / please donât leaveâ I AM SEEING YOU HOWL I AM PERCEIVING YOU. this is again tlou 2 scenario coded AND IM SAD. Y ARE YOU MAIKING ME SAD!!!
falling .. this one i know. i too had a harry styles phase ok. (again sorry to niall horan). you didn t ask for this but be prepared for unnecessary relating it to parts of the series. âforget what i said / its not what i meantâ joel when he said me and ellie not you. you see where im going ?!?! âwhat if im someone you wont talk about? / iâm falling againâ joel when he knows how much he f ed up. r hates him. SHE HATES. âand the coffeeâs outâ joel when that bag of coffee beans runs out and he has none left. heheheh. âwhat am i now? / what if im someone i donât want around?â joel. joel at all points ever. joel when he sees r again after the first part. joel when ellie finds out you know what. joel when he. âand i get the feeling that youâll never need me againâ lets not go into a deep dive about the character of joel and how he has ALWAYS had somebody relying on him, somebody needing him. but i would. i want to. i must calm.
again you didnt ask for this but i love song recs and going into way too much detail about how well they fit even when i am not asked to. alas.
HOWL I LOVE YOU I HOPE YOUâRE DOING WELL <333
#heartpascal says#howl <3#i truly do go into so much detail when i am#completely unprompted#i guess that is what you get#this blog should come with a warning for that i think#like: yes i will go into incredibly detail about asks you send. even when you donât tell me to. i will analyse lyrics and relate them#to my fics#i am an over thinker at heart (friends can attest)#its why i like english#the subject#not the language#although.#anyway#YOU GET THE POINT#also not really spoilers but im gonna tag it simply because ive referenced the tlou 2 scenario#so#tlou part 2 spoilers#tlou part 2#tlou 2#tlou 2 spoilers#tlou part two#tlou part two spoilers#tlou two#tlou two spoilers#the last of us part 2#the last of us part 2 spoilers#the last of us part two#the last of us part two spoilers#the last of us 2
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this is your sign to go play in the dirt and twigs and rocks and leaves like youâre 5 years old again
#Iâm serious it was so fun#a cookie for whoever first guesses what the videoâs referencing#toys#toy photography#toy photoshoot#dinosaur#me playing in the dirt today was actually inspired by my childhood best friend#we used to arrange rocks behind a bush in their front yard and call it the bug cafe. it was adorable#we would put leaves on the âtablesâ and place roly pollies in the restaraunt#I miss those times <3#friend if you see this you know who you are. anyway i value you and the memories we made as little kids together#tyler talks
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Just remembered my decision to make Veex tall (6') means there's a nothingburger of a size difference in diaveex. My condolences to size difference kink guy.
#size difference kink guy is referencing a comic. primrose if you see this please share it i cant find it#but yeah its like what 3 inches? thats nothing.#though i guess if taking weight into account veex is bigger in that regard. hehehehueheheheiea#hm I also need to remember if i made the human form shorter. i might've? but i dont know if i want to keep that
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clawing out of a fandom i never got to officially 'let go' in a way sucks cuz i can hear it beconing and i have to IGNORE it or else im gonna be there forever and not every fandom can be forever đ especially when youtubers are never forever
#yes this is about squid island how did you guess#im so dissapointed in crainer#i thought he was better than that#(referencing him trying to 'start beef' jokingly or not with jelly when him and slogo were the ones who inadvertently pushed him out)#like WHAT REFORMED TRIO MAKES A SEPERATE CHANNEL WITH ONLY 2 OUT THE 3 OF THE MEMBERS IN IT?#salty ex-jelliner shipper ramblings#sorry im insane
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lalisa can u teach me japanese i said hai hai
#i just read the prompt âmy mom thinks we are datingâ AND GUESS WHAT#yes this is about thomas again#about drabble 351 at this point lol#nah i don'thave that many... at least written lol but i had this idea ofhim not wanting to go to a family reunion and he tells#his mom and sis that he was with a coworker busy when in reality HE was the one to ask u for brunch that day#and he was going to just go to his apartment and stare at the ceiling after that lol but the conversation continued more than he thought#but he was enjoying his time w you and you end up going for an ice cream (yes to the same place as in ep 3 because i love#referencing canon thingies in my drabbles. it's so much fun) and while talking he's like Candy I don't want to go because blah blah blah#and while she's attempting to convince him i have 2 ideas:#1 he tells her fine i'll go and then for *plot reasons* he ends up bringing you and it's a good evening (iris picks on him WAY too much#after this because older sister. but not in a mean way in a really positive way like "oh i'm so happy you have this one friend i really#liked themâ and thomas is like âshuuuut up or i'll never bring them againâ and then iris is like âđĽşâ and after this#his mom ask him about you from time to time) or 2. While you are at the mall Thomas's mom sees you together and she comes to say hi#and ends up inviting u for the family hangout because they really don't mind and âif thomas likes u then my daughter will love youâ or#something like that idk đđđ ik this is really out of character sort of. but i imagine this scenario after befriending thomas for a long#LONG time like mayyyybe more than half a year? (yes i'm going for that slowburn fr)#and it's so funny because candy knows thomas's family is really nice but they weren't expecting them to be *THE* definition of nice#because iris is so bubbly and friendly and their mom is- well you know her she's amaziiiing#and candy is like dude you REALLY are grumpy huh
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probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.
we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."
at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.
the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.
the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.
what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.
here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.
#this is true#writeblr#warm up#relatedly for some reason one of our Favorite Jokes#amongst the Siblings#is like - ''this is so good u will love it''#while we are reacting to something we OBVIOUSLY find viscerally disgusting#like we will be actively retching and be like ''nooooo it's so good''#to the point that i sometimes get nervous if someone outside my family is like oh u should try it its good#(obvi we never force each other to eat anything. we are all just curious birds and#like. we're GONNA try the new thing.)#edit to answer why we had so much vanilla:#my mom is a very good cook and we LOVE to bake. so she just had a lot of staples in the house.#it's one of those things that's like. have u ever continuously thought ''ah i should get butter im probably out''#even tho u are not out of butter. so u end up with like 5 years of butter.#my mom would do that in a costco but like with vanilla extract#to be fair we WERE always using WAY TOO MUCH bc we were kids#so like she was right to stock up#ps. yes we were VERY sick after this lol i just didn't want to include it in the post in case ppl had an ick about that#u can tell it's real bc we knew "oh no we fucked up that's too much vanilla to waste'' but our reaction was to just. keep drinking it#> sibling understanding that vanilla extract isn't free > knowledge mother doesnt mind if we use it for milkshakes#> sibling choice to maybe get in a loophole of ''not wasting it'' if we drink it bc that's the same as using it (not throwing it out)#listen bud i was like 13 and my sister was like 9#when my mom discovered this we. got in. A LOT. of trouble. a lot of it. a LOT of it.#3rd edit bc i guess it isn't clear - i am 1 of my brother's 2 little sisters#i am the middle child#out of all the ways i have had to explain a post before being like ''did u forget a middle child can happen'' is my favorite
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List of words for the computer:
LONG POST- more under the cut
STANFORD- Pulls up a file on Stanford Pines, written by an unknown scientist. It discusses his extra finger and praises his intelligence, as well as calling him the ânext evolution in the human speciesâ.
BILL CIPHER- Takes you to the Wikipedia page for the Eye of Providence. Also took me to a Sesame Street video about a Jazzy Triangle and a Square. Not sure what prompted the change.
STANLEY PINES: Takes you to a list of EBay listings for brass knuckles.
FIDDLEFORD: Takes you to the music video for Cotton Eye Joe by Rednex.
SHERMIE: Nothing. I sure do wish we got some lore about Grandpa Pines.
GRAVITY FALLS: The text on the computer reads ânever heard of itâ and the red light on the bottom turns green.
ALEX HIRSCH: Leads to Google Images for âflannelâ. Huh.
WEIRDMAGEDDON: Pulls up an article from the Gravity Falls Gossiper about how nothing happened at all and there was no apocalypse.
DISNEY: Screen reads ârat.gif censored for your protectionâ
SOOS: Leads to a page of writing from Soos himself, referencing many things (including Tad Strange being gay and madly in love with Woodpecker Guy. Love wins!!!)
DIPPER: Leads to a creepy yellow parchment with a message from Bill Cipher himself trying to trick Dipper into blinding himself by staring at the sun for 13 hours straight! Silly! (Also if you keep clicking on it, the page gets darker and blurrier until it implies we've gone blind)
MABEL: Causes stickers to appear on every available surface. Clicking it enough times leads to message âlab now fully Mabelizedâ.
WENDY: Leads to a note from Wendy that mentions a way to ward off evil triangles written in the bottom corner of the book.
GIDEON: Makes a web recording of Gideon scatting play. It ends with âI love you forever Mabelâ. Please shut the fuck up you little creep.
TAD STRANGE: Plays a video of bread with smooth jazz in the background.
TOBY DETERMINED: Leads to a Google search for a restraining order. Holyyyyy shittttttt
WHO ARE YOU: âI could ask you the same questionâ
SEASON 3: âSeason Twoâ. I guess thatâs that lol
This was about all I could find. Please reblog with anything else you can discover! Thank you, fellow Gravity Falls enjoyers!
And make sure to give some love to all the wonderful folks down in the comments! Many of these answers and tips come from what they've found. I can't list everyone, unfortunately- I didn't expect this post to get popular- but, to everyone who's helped out, THANK YOU.
FURTHER EDITS:
BLIND EYE: Pulls up an optometristâs eye exam. Each line reads âWKHBOOVHHâ. Too lazy to translate atm.
PIĂATA: Bill Cipher getting beaten to death /hj
MASON: A note from Dipper listing several anagrams of Gravity Falls charactersâ names. You can check in the comments for the answers.
AXOLOTL: âYou ask alotl questionsâ. Thanks for the pun, Alex, but Iâm kind of losing my mind rn
MYSTERY SHACK: Leads to a Google search for Confusion Hill, the real-life Mystery Shack!
MYSTERY: â?â
MONSTER: Leads to several YouTube videos for âThereâs a Monster at the End of this Book.â
VALLIS CINERIS: Leads to an analog-horror-esque video of Baby Bill and his parents, who have been blotted out by static, and a voice repeating âWHY DID YOU DO ITâ over and over again until you stop the video.
PORTAL: âPortal.exe has been deleted. I bet you could build a new one.â
GIFFANY: You need to put it in multiple times. Several warnings about breaching firewall, followed by a message from GIFFANY saying âSOOS! I still love you!â or smth like that, and then GIFFANY herself briefly appearing onscreen. Trying again after that summons her more. Also lets you download some ZIP files.
DORITO: Summons an image of a spinning Dorito, followed by the most cursed image of Bill Cipher I have ever seen.
GOD: A short video of an axolotl in a tank with a Bill Cipher statue plays. This is Alexâs axolotl, shown in the Book of Bill countdown.
REALITY: âIs an illusionâ
FILBRICK: âIâm not impressedâ
CARYN: âI knew you were gonna write thatâ
GLASS SHARD BEACH: Leads to an image of the New Jersey Hell Hole.
ANY CUSS WORD: Pulls up a paper reading âNOT S&P APPROVED. WASH YOUR MOUTH OUT WITH SOAPâ with an image of soap below.
MATPAT: Leads to a video of MatPat next to a conspiracy board, holding the Book of Bill. He tells us weâre on our own.
BABBA: Plays an audio recording of Dipper singing BABBA. Not Disco Girl, a different song.
CRAZ: Leads to the Jem and the Holograms theme.
XYLER: See above.
AD ASTRA PER ASPERA: Shows us two new journal pages from Ford and Mabel, studying the Cipher statue. Theyâre definitely worth the read, I teared up looking at them.
ANSWER: âQuestionâ
QUESTION: âAnswerâ
SEASON ONE: âSeason -1: Antigravity Fallsâ
SEASON TWO: âSeason 1â âŚmaybe scratch what I said about Season 3. Or donât. Things are starting to damage my brain.
CURSED (got from @slimslamflimflam decoding the candle! Thanks!): Shows two pages talking about the dangers of drawing triangles, with the bottom of the second page showing several drawings of Bill and the words âHE IS COMING, RUNâ
THE UNIVERSE: âHologramâ
RIZZ: âLife privileges revoked. Now releasing poison gas.â This response is repeated if you type in SKIBIDI or FORTNITE.
BABY: Shows an ultrasound of a fetus Bill Cipher, captioned âLook at whatâs growing inside you! See you in nine months, papa!â
JOURNAL 3: âThe Journal for Meâ
PACIFICA: Leads to a note from Pacifica calling Bill Cipher âickâ and telling us to follow her on social media under âPlatinum Pazâ
PLATINUM PAZ: Pulls up an image of Northwest Manor with the llama symbol overlaid and a âNWâ logo beneath. There's also a short story beneath!
LOVE: Leads to an audiobook of âThe Love Triangleâ. Need to read later.
BLENDIN: âThe time agent lost and presumed incompetentâ. UhâŚ?
SCARY: Leads to another audiobook of a cheesy Goosebumps-esque horror novel written by Bill himself, apparently.
DIVORCE: Shows you the logo of the bar Bill went to after his fight with Ford⌠Billford bitter exes confirmed
ROBBIE: Leads to the cringiest messages ever. Heâs such a failure I love him
CONSPIRACY: Leads to a video of a man losing his mind over the countdown counting up. I feel so seen. (I have been informed that his name is Charlie Day, he's an actor from It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia and that one meme, he had a quote on the back of the Book of Bill, thanks to everyone who explained that to me, I'm sorry, I'm uncultured)
RAT: âThurburtâs number?â
BLANCHIN: Leads to a YouTube video on how to blanch vegetables.
TJ ECKLEBURG: âNever mention that name again.â
NOTHING: âSomethingâ
SOMETHING: âNothingâ
BURNSIDE: âBurned inside.â Well⌠at least we know what happenedâŚ
WADDLES: Leads to the pig placement network!
THERAPRISM: Pulls up a sign from the theraprism regarding an emergency situation. The code reads "THE OLD ONE".
SHAPE: Pulls up an article on Plato, triangles, and Ancient Greece. This article is presumably written by Bill.
LLIB and BILL: THIS leads to the Sesame Street video every time.
WEIRD: Shows a video of a frightened Weird Al panicking about being trapped in a computer. Sorry, man...
CLONE: Pulls up an image of Paper Jam Dipper, a warning about not getting him too close to liquids, and an option to print.
TRIANGLE: ")" or "Tri harder."
THEYLLSEE: "Is seeing believing?"
DEER TEETH: "For you, kid!"
LIFE: "Life: 72% complete. Now loading: death."
DEATH: "Life's goth cousin."
PINES: "A good family tree."
OWL TROWEL: A slab of hieroglyphs, translating to an ancient ad for an owl trowel.
SCALENE: "Life form not found." EUCLID has the same outcome.
WELL WELL WELL BEING: Some assorted notes from Bill's Theraprism file. These include his greatest love and fear, his art therapy notes, and notes on his phobias. Three clicks is required to read them all.
BOO BERRY: Offers a poem on the meaning of life! Wow! I feel so enlightened!
LOVE YA BRO: Shows us a doodle from Stan of one of his and Ford's Sea Grunks adventures, and another code on the back. It translates to "Kings of New Jersey." I've been told it lets you download the code as a font.
SORRY: Reveals the repaired Backupsmore photo, with a note from Fiddleford about his and Ford's growing friendship. Fiddauthor fans, we are eating well tonight!
HORROR: Pulls up an image and report on The Always Garden, which is essentially a cheap Italian restaurant hidden in the backrooms.
HOLOGRAM: "Universe."
NAITSUAF: Pulls up a page that looks like it would be from the Book of Bill, in which Bill tries to convince us to sell us his soul. Clicking "ARE YOU READY?" pulls up a contract where we can sell our soul to Bill (with an alarming amount of coded fine print. Will need to translate later). You can print this document out, back out, or sign it right there on the web. Hitting "SIGN" causes the words "PLEASURE DOING BUSINESS WITH YOU!" to appear, and the document to close. In other words, I no longer have a soul.
IMSTILLONYOURMIND: Plays a recording of the ocean, with Stan faintly talking in the background. Poor Ford ain't quite over the divorce yet...
HOTXOLOTL: Pulls up a "MOST WANTED" doc on the henchmaniacs.
SEVENEYES: Pulls up a faded polaroid of The Oracle with text on the back that reads "LEAVE HIM. Escape to dimension *blurred out*. It's against the rules but it's the only reality where you'll be safe from him." The code at the bottom (once again decoded by the powerhouse that is @slimslamflimflam) reads "Set a course for Dimension: R34LITY." Is another Cipher Hunt in the makes? Only time will tell, hehehe.
JUST FIT IN: Plays an old commercial with a few moments of speech in the glitches at the end.
EVEN HIS LIES ARE LIES: Shows a transcript from a therapy session at the Theraprism. Bill discusses his relationship with Ford and cuts off the session when someone brings up his parents.
NOT A PHASE: Shows a Google search for "black hair dye stained an entire bathroom."
PAPER IS BOOK SKIN: Instantly downloads a page of fleshy pink paper with the word "ENJOY" written on it!
SHAVE YOUR GRANDMA: Pulls up a few more pages about the human life cycle.
LIES: Pulls up an image of "The Game of Lies" board game, with a long stretch of text from (I assume) Bill, ending with "LIE UNTIL YOU ARE NOT LYING ANYMORE." Someone has some issues...
SAY BAAAA: Pulls up a neat little rhyme about being Bill Cipher's obedient flock of sheep. The code at the end translates to "Black Sheep."
ONE EYED KING: Plays a video of a hypnotist's spiral, with Bill proclaiming "YOU WANT TO PLEDGE YOUR SOUL TO BILL CIPHER" in the background. There is also morse code that translates to "NAITSUAF", leading to a previous discovery- the soul contract.
TANTRUM: Pulls up a transcript of a spat between Bill and Time Baby.
TITANS BLOOD: "HOOT HOOT! Password please!"
CURSE WITTEBANE: Pulls up an image of a Bill Cipher ouija board.
FORDTRAMARINE: Pulls up several rejected files from Ford trying to convince us Fordtramarine exists.
SUCK IT MERLIN: Pulls up a tapestry of Bill riding a unicorn. The code at the top reads "DAY MARE VS NIGHTMARE."
HEY NERD: Plays a commercial advertising things such as a Bill Cipher calendar, the Scrubba-Bill, a severed hand, and the entire Cygnus-XIII galaxy. Half of the image can be found in the Book of Bill.
DESTRUCTION IS THE FORM OF CREATION: Pulls up a frantic page of notes from post-portal-shit Fiddleford. A sticky note at the bottom has a code that reads "Unreality."
RUBBERHOSE: Plays "The World is Small Ever After for All."
IRREGULAR: Shows us Bill's mugshot in color. The code below reads "No prison or attention span can hold him."
UNREALITY: Offers a guide by Bill on how to become immortal.
GUN: "Oh yes oh yes oh yes they both."
ABUELITA: Leads to a video on vacuuming the walls.
YES: "What's McGucket's favorite soda?"
NO: "Your loss..."
REPEATEDLY CLICKING STAN: This stuff deserves a section of its own, away from the OG Stan stuff. It takes you through several Ebay listings on various Stan-ish items until you get to a page written by Bill about Stan's secret shames. "Ex-wives" further confirms our theory on Stan and Eda's relationship, as well as revealing many other bits of lore. "Fears" is somewhat goofy to be honest. "Secret Shames" reveals that Stan is a fanfiction writer and that his mother is the only member of his family who truly loves him outside of Ford and the kids. "Unreported Crimes" is somewhat goofy as well. "Failed Products" basically confirms that Stan is that world's Alex. "Lowest Moments" is genuinely depressing, and "Darkest Thought". Well. I'm not spoiling it lol. And the bit on "How He Beat Me" causes Bill to get more and more frantic/angry the more you click it! Comedy GOLD!
DIPPY FRESH: Leads to a Reddit post of the Burger King Kids Club.
MEOW: Leads to a TikTok of a man playing the Gravity Falls theme on that cap keyboard.
HELP ME: Pulls up another video of Alex's axolotl and the tiny statue. Rip Bill ig :/
R34LITY: Pulls up several photos of the henchmaniacs in live-action, captioned "They found a new home."
JOURNAL 1: "The journal of fun."
JOURNAL 2: "The journal for you."
FBI: "Your webcam is on. We are watching."
BURNED INSIDE: Shows an image of a charred Oregon Parks badge and nametag on the ground.
HECTORING: Plays a silly little country song!
OROBOROUS: Pulls up two journal pages about Fiddleford buying Ford an axolotl to keep him company, and Bill subsequently telling Ford to get rid of him. There's also some code on the first page that reads "CHONKY BOY." Ford, you wonderful dork.
#the book of bill#gravity falls#thisisnotawebsitedotcom#bill cipher#stanford pines#stanley pines#dipper pines#mabel pines#soos ramirez#wendy corduroy#gideon gleeful#(please help I donât know whatâs going on)
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#waitwaitwaitwait off topic but FINCH. FINCH i have been pestering Cat to tell me what character he plays for the past forever #For the past however long #And they won't tell me. can you BELIEVE this /joke
prev, i am well aware of your plight and i am reveling in it /j
what they don't tell you about making an audio drama is AHHHHHHHGGH
#im so curious what this is referencing within space specks btw iâm gonna be thinking about it all night#< prev >:)#also moo i actually told Cat they could tell you. i'm sorry but this is out of my hands /lht#guessing game figure out who is playing what character with next to no information loll#gosh im very excited for space specks#< IM ALSO EXCITED I'M GLAD YOU'RE EXCITED <3#moo tag
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dumb frat boy
đ starring. Lee Donghyuck x afab!Reader
đŽ preview. âIâd ask what you want me to do to you, but I did some research last night, watched some of that Hentaid shit you were talking about. Itâs a lot of bondage, isnât it, Angel? A lot of⌠creampies. Youâve got a thing for being held down and filled, huh? I guessâŚâ he lets out a small laugh, âI guess Iâm a little shocked, seeing as youâre so sassy with me. Guess you just want someone to put you in your place. What is it you called Johnny? A good daddy dom? I might not always be a dom, but for you, I can make it work.âÂ
tw/cw. yandere/stalker sub themes, âunknownâ caller, heâs horny, mentions of porn/masturbation, weed/alcohol use, unprotected sex, oral (m/f receiving), deep throating, face fucking, nipple pinching/nipple worship, fingering, dirty talk, praise, hyuck has a thick cock, cum/fullness kink, creampie, etc⌠I pet names: (hers) Angel (his) baby.
đš rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 9.1k
đ aus. uni/frat au, yandere subthemes, Halloween, etcâŚ
âď¸ mlist + an.  We're back in the Ghostie au! I'm so happy to be able to put out a fic for Hyuck a year after the original story captivated so many of us <3
Prologue
âIâve got the best idea ever,â Hyuck says the moment after heâs released his first breath from the bong.
Johnny lets out a sigh, leaning back in his recliner. âThis better not be another themed wet tittie car wash fundraiser.â
âExcuse me, that idea was brilliant- pairing up with our sister sorority and being horny on cars while in costumes that somewhat resembled cars from the Disney movie Cars made us more cash for the Humane Society than weâve ever raised, so dial it down on your tone there, Ghostie.âÂ
The elder frat boy rolls his eyes at the nickname. When word got out about how he wooed his girlfriend last Halloween, the term âGhostieâ ended up sticking, and Johnnyâs never been able to let down the sexy stalker angle, even this year's pledges know about it.
âAs I was saying,â Hyuck continues, âI figure Iâll take a page out of your book, and do some weird phone call thing to woo my Angel.â
âOh, so youâre finally gonna admit your feelings to your best friend?â Johnny asks in shock, sitting up to take a better look at the younger frat boy.
âYes, but after a week of toying with her,â Hyuck announces. âIt will be fun. We all know she got her nickname Angel because sheâs really more of a demon, sheâs going to love this shit.â
âWell, I guess you know her better than I do,â Johnny muses. âSo whatâs the plan?â
âBasically, you took the best phone call stalker with Ghost Face, but I figure there are other options out there. Have you ever seen Black Christmas?âÂ
âLike⌠the one from the seventies?â Johnnyâs apprehension is clear in his features, and he reaches for the bong to take another hit.
âYeah, the one where the dude calls the sorority and is a horny fuck on the phone.â
âIsnât there some weird incest plot and jaundice thing in the second movie though?â
âNo one watches the second movie! We donât claim the way they butchered the story with that!â Hyuck exclaims, feeling agitated already.Â
âI feel like, if you called her, and did the whole Black Christmas thing, she wouldnât know what the fuck movie youâre referencing.âÂ
âThey did a remake in 2019,â Hyuck insists.
âDid anyone actually watch it though?â Johnnyâs an avid horror film lover, and if he hasnât seen the remakes, itâs not looking good for you to be able to pick up the references, a thought that throws Hyuck off.
However, even though heâs been swayed, Hyuck wonât give up on this idea. âLook, think of it as a Love is Blind sort of thing- I can make her fall in love with me over the phone, and then when I reveal myself as her best friend, sheâll be all âwoah, weâre soulmates!ââ
Johnny looks as skeptical as ever. âAre you sure thatâs the way this is going to go?â
Hyuck scrunches his nose up in distaste at the lack of support. âYes.âÂ
The elder frat boy takes in a deep breath, shaking his head. âIf this is what you want to do, I wonât stop you. I just⌠I think your Angel would react better if you were just straight up with her. Maybe thereâs a reason the two of you have never gone past the friend stage. I think the good thing about me doing this last year, was I was just acquaintances with Tiny, I made it clear off the bat that I just wanted to know her better. If she didnât want me, then that would be fine. If you do this with Angel, and she finds out itâs you and doesnât return your feelings, youâre going to ruin a friendship.â
Hyuck thinks about what Johnnyâs just said as he watches the tall resident Ghostie take another bong hit. Itâs true- In Hyuckâs heart of hearts, he knows that⌠there must be a reason the two of you have never hooked up, but itâs a reason heâs never been able to identify.
The cocky side of him refuses to believe itâs because youâre not attracted to him- thereâs definitely sexual tension between the two of you, so it must be something else.Â
Heâs so tired of toeing the line, especially since youâve always been kindred, mischievous, horny little souls.
You were with Hyuck when he pranked Sigma Veta Tau last Christmas and put glitter on their ceiling fans. You were with Hyuck when he put a rotisserie chicken in Alpha Tappa Zetaâs air vents. In fact, youâve been present at almost all of Hyuckâs master plan shenanigans.Â
Thereâs something going on between the two of you and he knows it.Â
Last year, when Johnny had pulled his little semi-stalker Ghostie stunt, Hyuck had noted that whoever was behind the anonymous calls had some balls to hit on a girl that way, and heâll be damned if he doesnât live up to that.
âListen,â Hyuck sighs. âThis is between us. Angel is going to try to figure out whoâs calling her, and I need you to keep your mouth shut, okay?â
âFine,â Johnny agrees, shaking his head. âHyuck, I love you, but sometimes I forget how much of a dumb frat boy you are.âÂ
âYou know what?â Hyuck grabs at the bong. âIâll take that as a fucking compliment.âÂ
Sunday
Youâre in the middle of a much-needed nap. Curled up on your fuzzy blankets, your textbook long since discarded while your mood lighting twinkles through the space, itâs the most comfortable youâve been all term. Itâs late October, the nights come early, and youâre starting to not mind the cool air that seeps through the crack in your window.
Itâs because youâre dead asleep, that when your phone rings, you donât even check whoâs calling. You simply bolt up, dazed and confused, reaching to pull your cell to your ear.Â
âHello?â
At first, all you hear is breathing on the other end of the line, and you roll your eyes. Youâre no stranger to dumb calls, spam calls, and the like- but then, âAngel?â
Well, this is definitely not a spam caller, they wouldnât know your nickname if it was.
âWhoâs this?â you ask, pulling your phone away from your ear to look down at your screen. Itâs a âNo Caller ID,â and you let out another exasperated sound. Â
âA friend,â the person on the other end of the line tells you.Â
âA friend I donât have in my contacts?â you scoff.
âBurner phone, baby.â
âAnd what would be the point of getting a burner phone just to call little olâ me?â you sigh, relaxing against your pillows and pinching the bridge of your nose in annoyance.Â
âWhy so serious, Angel?â
âJeeze, dude, if youâre going to do the whole creepy caller before Halloween cliche, at least stick to your character.â You canât believe heâs quoting Health Ledgerâs Joker at you now. âWho are you even trying to be? Ghost Face is so last Halloween, we all know Johnny knocked that shit out of the park. A copycat sequel is just⌠early 2000âs.â
âOkay, let me drop character for just a second,â the man on the other end of the line sighs, and you giggle at how his voice modulator emphasizes his own exasperation. âThink, horny telephone guy.â
âI wouldnât call Ghost Face particularly horny, he was just a nerd.â
âIâm not Ghost Face!â he insists. âScream came out in the mid-nineties, think earlier than that.âÂ
âWhat, am I supposed to be some kind of horror movie expert?â you scoff.Â
âFine, Iâll just tell you,â the guy sighs. âHave you seen Black Christmas?â
âNever even heard of it.â
âFuck,â he curses. âWell, donât go watch it, it has some cult following but itâs not even one of my favourites- the reason I chose the dude from that movie is because heâs a horny little fuck and calls a sorority house and some shit- and also, donât look up the second movie, I donât claim the sequel.âÂ
âWow, I love that you chose a character based purely on horniness and not if the movie is even good,â you giggle.
âWell, Johnny took the best slasher caller! What was I supposed to do? Go all ghost child from The Black Phone movie?â
âWhatâs The Black Phone movie?â
âEthan Hawke? Horror veteran, who plays the hero author in Sinister, turned bad guy in the 2021 film by the same director?âÂ
You let out a whistle. âTBH, dude, it sucks Johnny got to Ghostie first last year, because Iâd bet money you know more about horror movies than he does.â
âI one hundred percent do!âÂ
âOkay, so back to the point,â you laugh. âYouâre calling me as this horny dude from some Halloween Christmas movie- for what?â
âTo talk to you?â he suggests. âTo uh⌠be horny⌠at you?âÂ
âAnd what does this accomplish? I mean- we all know Johnnyâs Ghostie story from last year, he called a girl every day, told her to come to his frat party, and revealed himself there. Is that your game plan?â
âI was thinking about it, but it sounds kind of lackluster now.â
âThatâs because itâs not an original idea at all,â you point out.
âSequels arenât always original,â the man counters. âLots of movies have the same plot just different characters, some recurring- look, it doesnât have to be original. The original angle to this Halloween movie is that Iâm going to be way more horny than Johnny probably ever was last year.âÂ
âAnd Iâm just going to allow that?â you grin.Â
âYeah, because we both know why you have your nickname, donât we, Angel? Youâre a dirty little minx, and youâre going to love this.â
âExcept, what if, Halloween comes, and youâre a frat guy that I think is ugly?â you ask. âIf you know me, you know I have very specific tastes. Thereâs only a handful of guys Iâd actually be interested in, what makes you think youâre one of them?â
The line is dead for a few stagnant seconds, then, âI just am, okay?â
âCocky little fucker,â you giggle.
âDonât be rude.âÂ
At this point, youâre pretty sure you know whoâs on the other end of the line.Â
Thereâs been a few tells from your best friend, Donghyuck. For example, heâs the biggest actual horror buff in the NCT frat. He idolizes Johnny, and was always salty that Mark got the Chicago man as a Big and not himself, so he had a close eye on the events that took place last year in NCTâs âGhostieâ Saga. On top of all of this, thereâs an extreme familiarity in the way heâs talking to you, a preexisting natural tint to his diction. Lastly, Hyuckâs the cockiest little dumb frat boy of them all, and itâs one of the reasons youâve always loved him⌠one of the reasons youâve also always kept a bit of distance from your best friend whenever situations have had the option of turning romantic.
Well, if this is how he wants to make his move at you, so be it.
Maybe heâll convince you that he can be more than a good fuck- youâd never risk your friendship for a one-night stand, no, heâll have to prove that he could go all in, that he deserves you.
And if all else is just extra, you can at least have some fun toying with Hyuck while he thinks heâs the one toying with you.Â
âOkay,â you sigh, stretching. âLet's do this, but we can start tomorrow, you woke me up from a nap, and Iâd very much like to get back to it.âÂ
Monday
âIâm not waking you up from a nap, am I, Angel?âÂ
âNope,â you grin, mischief working its way through your mind as you think of the best way to throw Hyuck off. âI was just watching some porn, flicking the bean, you know, that sort of thing.â
You hear him choke. âF⌠Flicking the bean?â
âCome on, you have to have heard of flicking the bean!â you insist. âBuddy, youâre the one whoâs supposed to be calling me to be horny, this is your perfect opportunity!â
âRight, I uhâŚâ he coughs. âHowâs⌠howâs the bean flicking going?â
âDude, do you know anything about seduction?â you scoff. ââHowâs the bean flicking going,ââ you imitate. âLame!â
âRude!â he counters.
God, heâs so obviously Hyuck and you bet he doesnât even realize it.Â
âYou know what, if you must ask, the bean flicking is going really well.â
âWhat kind of porn do you watch?â he questions next.Â
âWouldnât you like to know?â you tease.
âTell me,â Hyuck insists.Â
âMight have to get you to beg if you want to hear those kinds of details.â
âIâm the creepy phone stalker, I call the shots.â
You roll your eyes. âSure you do, buddy.âÂ
âStop calling me buddy.â
âOkay, dude.â
âDonât call me dude either!â
âThen what am I supposed to call you? Itâs not like anyone knows the name of the slasher from Halloween Christmas, or whatever. Youâre no Ghost Face, friend.â
âItâs Black Christmas,â he corrects you. âAnd Iâm pretty sure his name is Billy.â
âWow, how sexy, Billy,â you scoff. âYou really didnât think this one through that well, did you, buddy?â
âOriginal Ghost Face is who? Stu Matcher and Billy fucking Loomis,â Hyuck points out. âItâs not the worst name in the world.â
âTell me one person who refers to Ghost Face as Billy Loomis though, one person, and Iâll tell you what porn I watch.â
âThe⌠screenwriter?â
âJesus Christ, dude. Thatâs such low-hanging fruit.â
âNow tell me what porn you watch.âÂ
You let out a deep sigh. âAll this bickering has me not in the mood anymore.â
âWeird, Iâm extra in the mood now.â
âCuz youâre a weirdo who gets off on play fighting, I bet.âÂ
His voice takes on a whiney pitch when he says, âTell me what porn you watch!âÂ
âHonestly?â Youâre tired of this conversation, but you see one last opportunity to toy with Hyuck before you hang up. âHentaid on Porn Hub, Iâm all about that alien, tentacle shit,â your voice takes on the air of a damsel in distress when you muse, âNo mortal man can ever satiate me, Iâm afraid.â
âHoly shit,â Hyuck whispers. âAre you for real? Tentacle porn?â
âUh huh, now, goodnight, buddy.â You hang up on Hyuck with a shit-eating grin on your face, knowing youâve left him something to think about.Â
Tuesday
âHey,â you say, sitting down next to your best friend in the on-campus burger joint where you spend your Tuesday two-hour period between classes. âIâve got something to talk to you about.â
Hyuck is mid-bite of a burger, and he holds up a hand, covering his obnoxious eating style. âJust a sec,â he mumbles.Â
You wait patiently, staring at your friend while he finishes up. Heâs in a black hoodie, and black t-shirt, and his laptop is open next to where heâs eating his combo meal. Heâs usually here before you are, scoping out a booth and food so you two can chill in peace before your shared history course.Â
History isnât your major per se, itâs more of a special interest, and the same goes for Hyuck. Heâs a film major- another obvious dent in his plan to fly under the radar as your phone stalker who just happens to know everything about horror movies.Â
âOkay,â Hyuck says, swallowing the last of his large bite of food. âWhatâs up?â
âSo on Sunday, I got a phone call from some dude with a burner phone,â you explain, watching closely as Hyuckâs brows raise just a moment too late to be legitimate surprise.
âYeah? What did he say?â
âHeâs trying to recreate Johnnyâs whole Ghostie thing from last year, but as is the case with most sequels in the horror genre, heâs kind of missing the mark.â
Hyuck chokes a little on his food, and he reaches for his Coke to wash it down. âWhatâs he doing wrong?â
âWhat an odd question, Hyuck,â you say, narrowing your eyes at him. âBut, to answer it, heâs just⌠not loose enough. He feels too rigid. I gave him an in last night, if you know what I mean, and he just, fumbled it.â
âAn in?â Hyuck cocks his head to the side, âwhat do you mean?â
âYou know, an opportunity to be horny with me.â
âAnd you want him to be horny with you?â
âI mean, thatâs the whole point isnât it? He promised me heâd be more horny than Johnny was last year, but I feel like Johnny probably had this whole daddy dom thing down- I donât know what this new guy is trying to give, but heâs not giving, you feel me?â
âHuh, thatâs weird,â Hyuck shrugs, picking up his burger again. âDo you have any guesses who it might be?â
You shrug. âHe told me it was someone I think is hot. So that means it could be Jaehyun- God, you know how sexy I think Jaehyun is,â - youâre relishing in the way you get to tease Hyuck like this - âit could be Jeno, or Jaemin- I donât think Iâd even mind if both of them came up to me on Halloween, full original Scream style- Jaemin is definitely the Stu Matcher character, though.âÂ
âJeeze, Angel,â Hyuck grimaces, putting his burger down and leaning back in the booth. âDo you have to talk about two of my best friends tag teaming you while Iâm eating?â
âSorry, babes,â you snicker. âI just think this week is going to be fun, and I canât wait for my Billy Halloween Christmas stalker to find his A-game.â
You half expect Hyuck to correct you on the movie title, and you see him bite his tongue, fighting the urge to throw his own cover under the bus in a bid to protect the sanctity of cult films. But alas, Hyuck shuts himself up with another bite of his burger, and with one last look at your friend, you pull out your laptop to actually get some work done.
Wednesday
âHey, bud,â you answer your call with a grin, twirling your hair around your finger while your eyes skim your textbook. âWhat happened yesterday? You never called.â
âYou looked busy,â comes a curt retort.
âOh⌠did you see me with Hyuck?â you stifle a laugh, of course heâs going to play this jealousy angle, when in reality, he was probably just butthurt about you toying with him.Â
âIt was hard not to notice you with him,â he responds.Â
âSomeone sounds jealous.â
âWhatâs your relationship with him?â
God, Hyuck must be very desperate to be trying to get details out of you about how you feel about him, through his alter ego.
You take a deep breath, closing your book and leaning back in your chair. âWeâre close,â you start.
âBut just friends.âÂ
âJust friends,â you confirm. âI guess, I mean, obviously heâs cute. Thereâs no argument about Hyuck being cute. And heâs fun, heâs cocky, heâs mischievous- I guess my one concern with him is if he could do something long term. I may come off as a dirty little demon child, but in reality- I donât want to put all my eggs in one guys basket if heâs busy collecting eggs, if that makes any sense.â
âYou want a guy who just wants you, who puts in the effort.â
âExactly.âÂ
âIâm putting in effort,â your âmystery manâ points out.
âI suppose this could be considered effort.âÂ
âI spent twenty five bucks on this burner phone.â
âWow, buddy, that must have broke the bank.âÂ
âI have money!â he insists.
Hyuck definitely has money, itâs one of the reasons heâs probably so cocky. He comes from a large line of Leeâs, a family group that owns development all around the country. Youâve tried not to let any gold digging inklings stain your perception of the frat boy though, that wouldnât be fair to him.
âHey, friend?â you ask, choosing a base level nickname for this man who is clearly Hyuck.
âYes, Angel?â
âWere you thinking about it yesterday?â
âThinking about what?â
âMe, you know⌠watching alien tentacle porn and flicking my bean.â You try to make your voice sound innocent, but you canât help the mischievous grin that works itâs way onto your face.Â
You can hear him swallow thickly. âHold that thought, Iâm going to call you back.âÂ
âWait-â before you can get an explanation, the line goes dead, and you release an annoyed huff, crossing your arms over your chest.
Heâs such a little shit, leaving you hanging like this-
Two minutes go by, then five- and just as youâre starting to be really annoyed, Hyuck calls you back.
âTook you long enough,â you snap.
âListen, Angel, I needed to get in the mood. Iâm too rigid talking to a pretty girl like you, had to take some of the load off.â You can tell, even under his modulated voice, that Hyuck has most definitely just gotten into some weed.
This is so classic him- and to be completely fair, youâve witnessed the effects of Mary-Jane on one mister Lee Donghyuck. Heâs much more suave while green, less anxious, more willing to take risks.
âSo, to answer your question,â Hyuck continues, letting out a breath. âI have been thinking about you. Been thinking about your cute voice, how it would sound begging, whining, whimpering- what little noises youâd make choking on cock, or tentacle-â Hyuck laughs. âIâll be honest, I donât have an octopus dick or anything. If you let me, youâll have to be okay with a human style back breaking.âÂ
Youâre shocked.
Had he really just said all of this to you?
Was weed all it took for him to pull up his big boy panties and lay some actual sin onto you?
You canât ignore the way your pussy flutters with interest at his words, and you shift uncomfortably in your chair. âIâm sure we can make it work⌠what kind of tool are you packing, buddy?âÂ
Hyuck chuckles. âItâs thick, I think it will do the job.â
Hyuck isnât the tallest frat boy, but in no way is he the smallest either. Heâs average, and to think that he has an above average girthy dick- well, you canât help lick your lips in interest.Â
âStalker got your tongue, Angel?â Hyuck asks. âYouâve just gone awfully quiet.â
âIâm justâŚâ you swallow thickly. âJust thinking.â
âAbout my thick cock splitting you open?âÂ
God, your pussy is throbbing now- âHow⌠our first few calls were so awkward-â
âI promised you dirty, didnât I? Needed some courage first, but⌠I can tell youâre not mad about it.âÂ
Youâre definitely not mad about it.
You think maybe part of you would be upset if you didnât know your âmystery callerâsâ identity- but the safety of knowing, in your heart of hearts, that this is Hyuck- it changes everything, and you can allow yourself to feel the pleasure already beating through you.
âIâd ask what you want me to do to you, but I did some research last night, watched some of that Hentaid shit you were talking about. Itâs a lot of bondage, isnât it, Angel? A lot of⌠creampies. Youâve got a thing for being held down and filled, huh? I guessâŚâ he lets out a small laugh, âI guess Iâm a little shocked, seeing as youâre so sassy with me. Guess you just want someone to put you in your place. What is it you called Johnny? A good daddy dom? I might not always be a dom, but for you, I can make it work.âÂ
âSoâŚâ you find it hard to even speak because heâs so right about his assessment that it hurts. âSo⌠youâre more of a switch?â
âI can be. Generally, Iâm not about strict roles in the bedroom, but if youâre into that sort of thing, I can see what itâs about.âÂ
âTell me more about being a switch?â
âDonât want to give you too many details about myself, these calls are about you, Angel.âÂ
You let out a groan.
âBe patient,â he reminds you. âAnd tell me, are you as wet right now as I am hard?â
This time, the sound you release is really more of a moan, and it makes Hyuck chuckle darkly.
âIâll take that as a yes⌠are you gonna touch yourself after this? Gonna do all the work I canât do, not yet, anyway.âÂ
âMaybeâŚâ
âI like the thought of that, two horny people, whacking off together after a phone call, different rooms, but weâll be on each otherâs minds.âÂ
You get the suspicion that Hyuck is going to be on your mind for a whole lot longer than simply your upcoming bean-flicking session.Â
Thursday
âIâm here, Iâm here! Whatâs the emergency!â Mark asks, out of breath, his cheeks flushed from the cold outside and having just run across campus.
âItâs not an emergency, donât worry, just sit!â you tell him, pushing out a chair.
âAngel, you texted me, and I quote,â he pulls out his phone, â911, meet me at our spot in the library asap.â
âWell, I wanted you to come,â you shrug.
âGod, youâre as much of a drama queen as Hyuck is,â Mark sighs, taking his seat across from you.Â
âSpeaking of HyuckâŚâ you grin, leaning forward and clasping your hands together, âyour roommate decided to go full Ghostie this year.â
âWait, heâs not doing Ghost Face for Halloween-â
âNo, I mean, like, stalker phone call Johnny Ghostie,â you clarify.Â
âWhat?â Markâs expression is blank, and he looks completely unimpressed.
âBasically, he called me on Sunday, did this whole thing about doing a Black Christmas character or some shit- heâs been calling me from a burner phone with a voice modulator-â
âJesus Christ,â Mark sighs, covering his eyes with his hand.Â
âThe moral of the story is, Halloween night, Iâm calling dibs on your room.â
âMy room?â Mark peaks out at you through his fingers.
âYour roommate has to get laid. Actually, scratch that, I have to get laid⌠with your roommate.âÂ
âThis is so-â Mark groans. âI thought we were over this stalker Halloween thing to get girls. Donât any of us have respect or standards anymore?â
âYouâre frat boys, Mark, so the answer on that one is going to be a no from me.â
âWhy are you even into this?â Mark questions further. âLike- whatâs so sexy about any of this?â
âI mean⌠it shows Hyuck cares?â
âHe cares enough to get a burner phone and a voice modulator and call you and be creepy and horny? Wow, what a huge chivalrous act of love.âÂ
You narrow your eyes at Mark Lee. âIâm not enjoying your sarcasm, mister.â
âAnd Iâm not enjoying this,â Mark retorts, pointing between the two of you. âFuck, fine, have my room on Halloween.â
âLast thing though, Hyuck canât know that I know that heâs the one calling me.âÂ
âWait, so this isnât a bit? Heâs committed to trying to trick you?â Mark leans back in his chair, his expression getting even more bleak. âThe two of you are crazier than I thought.âÂ
As you open your mouth to respond, your phone rings, and you look down to see Hyuckâs burner âNo Caller ID.â
âHeya, buddy,â you answer, bringing your finger to your lips to shush Mark.
âWatcha up to?â
âJust in the library with a friend.â
Hyuckâs tone shifts. âWhich friend?â
âMark, you probably know him.â
âOf course I know fucking Mark. Whyâs he with you?âÂ
âJust chatting⌠why? You jealous?â
âNo.â
âYes.â
âNo!â
âYes!â You let out a laugh. âBuddy, settle down, we both know Iâm not into Mark Lee, weâve talked about this before.â
âWeâve never talked about Mark,â Hyuck responds, and you realize, you may have just betrayed that you know who he is-
âI mean, he wasnât on my list with Jaehyun, or Jeno, or Jaemin-â you quickly cover your blunder, and Hyuck releases an annoyed sound.
âI get it, I get it,â he groans. âFine, finish up your time with fucking Mark, then.âÂ
âDonât be salty about this,â you warn.
âYeah, whatever.âÂ
Friday
Itâs the final day before Halloween, and if thereâs one thing you know for sure, itâs that Hyuck is working. The SVT and NCT frats are the primary workers at the on-campus bar, Skeets, so they have a deal that NCT works the Friday before Halloween, and SVT works the Saturday.Â
Knowing these details, youâre also aware that itâs possible Hyuck wonât be home till three am, so youâre a little shocked when you get a call at one.
âHi, Angel.â
âIf it isnât my favorite stalker,â you grin, pausing your horror film- in all truth, youâd decided to watch Black Christmas, and now you can see why Hyuck told you not to bother, he hasnât nailed the deranged attitude of the main villain at all.Â
âWatcha doin?â
âNot much, you?â
âNot much,â he responds.
âAre you sure?â you counter. âCuz something tells me maybe youâre working right now⌠did you get a break, buddy?â
âIâm not working,â he insists.Â
âSure youâre not,â you laugh, dropping the line of questioning. âHey, tell me again why you chose Billy from Black Christmas?âÂ
âSeriously?â Hyuck lets out a sigh. âI guess I just wanted⌠an excuse to be horny on the phone for you, even if itâs just for a week.â
He sounds defeated, and youâre not shocked. Halloween is the busiest night of the year at the bar Hyuck works at, if anything, youâre surprised he even had a moment to dip outside and call you.
âYouâre cute,â you muse. âYou sound tired, so Iâll let you go, but uh⌠Iâll see you tomorrow, yeah?â
âYou will.â
âAnd how will I know itâs you?âÂ
âYou just will, goodnight, Angel.âÂ
SaturdayÂ
Youâve just arrived at the frat party, and already, youâre on the hunt for Hyuck.
At this point, youâre tired of the games. You feel closer to Hyuck, in some odd, sinister sort of way- closer than you ever have before. And youâre tired of hiding it, tired of this weird cat and mouse- you just want to have a conversation with him, to get everything out into the open so you can truly discuss your feelings.
You find him by the beer pong table. Heâs in a full denim fit, and you canât put your finger on who he is as you approach.
âHey, Hyuck,â you greet, tucking into his side so he can hear you over the music. âNice Canadian Tuxedo.â
âDo you know who I am?â he asks.
âUhâŚâ You look at him blankly. âAre you talking about your denim costume? Or the way youâve been calling me all week?â
Hyuck stares at you in shock. âUhâŚâ he clears his throat. âIâm Ken⌠you know, from the Barbie movie.âÂ
âRightâŚâ you trail off, wondering if heâs going to touch on the Black Christmas side of things.
âAlso⌠what do you mean? About me calling you all week?â
âHyuck,â you sigh. âPlease donât try to avoid this. Just be honest. Itâs you. I know itâs you.âÂ
He looks at you, and you can see the cogs turning in his mind.
âYou told me youâd reveal yourself tonight,â you continue. âI know I kind of just threw you under the bus, maybe I ruined your master plan or something, but Iâm tired of pretending I donât know itâs one of my best friends whoâs been calling me all week being horny.â
âAre you mad at me?â he asks, voice lowering. His eyes search yours, as if heâs trying to get a read on you.
âHyuck,â you let out a laugh, âIâm not mad at all, but I think we should go to your room and talk this out a little, donât you?â
âI guess thatâs a good idea,â he acquiesces.Â
âThen letâs go.â You grab his hand, lacing your fingers so you can drag him to the stairs that lead to the second floor. You donât say anything as you move, youâre on a mission, and what you need to discuss with him is better said alone than in a crowd of horny Halloween partygoers.
You make it to the privacy of his room, and you shut the door behind you. âSo?â
âSo?â Hyuck moves through the space, and you notice him heading for his bong.
âHey, donât do that,â you sigh.
âDonât do what?â he asks.
âYou donât need to get high to have this conversation.â
âI donât?â
âNo.â You shake your head. âI donât want you to be high when we do this.âÂ
Hyuck lets out another deep breath. âThis isnât how I planned things.â
âYeah, I guess not,â you admit, watching him take a seat on his bed. âHow did you see tonight panning out?âÂ
âI suppose I figured I could get some drinks in, liquid courage, that sort of thing. And then, maybe Iâd reveal myself at the end of the night or something.â
âAre you really so scared of me that you need to be drinking to confess how you feel?â you ask, melting a little. You approach Hyuck, sitting carefully on the bed next to him while he faces clear inner turmoil.
âIâm not afraid,â he states, but you can tell from the tone of his voice that thereâs something else going on. âI just⌠You told me you only want a man who can commit, a guy who only has eyes for you- and, I do, but⌠we both know my playboy track record, and I guess⌠I just worry about hurting you.â
âDo you want to hurt me?â you question, tilting your head as you try to understand him.
âNo, never.â
âDo you think youâre at the point where you could settle down a little? Iâm not trying to get you to stop partying, I just mean⌠committing to one girl, is that something you think youâre capable of?â
âIf itâs you, then yeah⌠I think so,â he nods, finally meeting your eyes.
He looks so vulnerable, and itâs very different from how you usually view your mischievous friend.
âHyuck,â you whisper, unable to help the way your hand raises to cup his cheek. âIâm willing to give this a shot if you are. If thereâs something real here, and itâs not just you being a horny, dumb frat boy.â
âOkay, rude,â Hyuck laughs, showing you a glimmer of the him that you know and love, âItâs more than being horny⌠but⌠in all honesty, seeing you in this fucking faerie costume has me all hot and bothered.â
âYeah?â You lean closer, grinning. Your lips ghost over his when you say your next words, âSo what are you gonna do about it?â
Hyuck sucks in a sharp breath, his pupils dilating- youâre so close to him, and you can make out all the pretty shades of brown in his irises. Gosh, he really is a pretty frat boy.Â
His hands find your hips, and he tugs your body closer. You can feel him breathing, his gaze darting between your own and your mouth. You watch his tongue dip out to wet his lips, and he swallows thickly.
âFuck it,â he mutters, finally smashing his lips to your own.Â
Itâs not gentle by any means, but itâs not necessarily aggressive either- one word to describe this kiss, is: desperate. Heâs so eager, and you kind of love it, love the way he tugs you flush to his own body, one hand moving to cup your cheek- his tongue glides against your own and you stifle a moan, shifting in his embrace so you can wrap your arms around his neck.
It feels so good to be pressed against him like this- youâre actually kind of shocked at how good it feels. And his hands, exploring your body, keeping you close, fingers digging into your hips-
Hyuck is everywhere, devouring you like youâre his last meal.
âOh,â you whisper, when Hyuckâs mouth moves to your neck. âBy the way, I called dibs on your room with Mark, he wonât be bothering us.â
Your dumb frat boy pulls away from your throat, a grin on his face. âYou really knew it was me all along, huh?â
âYouâre not exactly subtle, buddy,â you laugh.
Hyuck shakes his head, reaching to lock the door before his hands ensnare you again. He pushes his body against yours, urging you to move backward until your calves hit the bed. Before pushing you down, he removes your faerie costume wings, and only once the more delicate part of your costume is discarded, does he shove you onto his mattress.
âHyuck,â you giggle, looking up at him with starry eyes.
âYou look so good like this,â Hyuck muses, tugging his denim âKenâ style vest off to reveal a body hardened from Frat mandated work out brother time. Heâs not too big, not too built- Hyuck still has some pudge on him, but you kind of love it. You love that itâs not a full six pack and bulging biceps- you can imagine that when this is all done, heâll be lovely to cuddle with.
In fact, youâre not sure it would matter how muscled Hyuck is. Sure, it helps that heâs physically fit and hot, but- at this point in your friendship, youâre attracted to him for so much more than his body.
No man makes you laugh like him. No man has spent the time that he has to understand you and make you feel comfortable with him knowing you, the true you, the you that you donât get to show many others.
Hyuck is just⌠heâs good for you, and he always has been. That goodness has so far been a friend capacity sort of thing, but youâre excited about the new development in your relationship. You think thereâs true potential with him, and it makes you dizzy as you stare up at one of your best friends.
âI kind of want to eat you out, Angel,â Hyuck admits, one hand finding your thigh and pushing your short dress even higher up your leg.
âFunny, I kind of want to suck you off,â you grin, lifting one foot out of your shoe to tease your toes across the front of his jeans.
âSo⌠sixty-nine?â Hyuck asks, gently tracing his fingers across your exposed skin, setting tingles of pleasure off to erupt and skitter through your form.
âThat would work, but⌠I guess⌠I kind of want to lay with my head lolled off the side of the bed, your cock in my mouth, and your fingers pinching at my nipples while I work my own clit at the same time.â
âJesus,â Hyuck breathes, swallowing thickly as he looks up at you. âHow could I say no to that?âÂ
âThen, when Iâm close to cumming, you can eat me out, get me there, then fuck me stupid for your own release.â
âItâs funny,â Hyuck chuckles, âHere I thought I was the horny one calling you and trying to be a creep, but youâre the one with the dirty mouth and the great ideas.â
âYeah, your whole Black Christmas thing really wasnât the best idea Iâve ever heard,â you tease.
âHow many times do I have to admit it was a shitty plan but I just wanted to get close to you?â
âAt least once more.â
âFine. Now flip around, loll your head off my bed, let me put my cock down your throat and pinch your nipples while you toy with your cute pussy.â
âHow do you know my pussy is cute?â you ask. âYou haven't even seen it yet.â
âIâve been imagining, baby, and as a film major, my imagination is pretty fucking good.â
You giggle, getting into position for Hyuck. He stands near your head as you loll it off the side of the bed, and you get a good view of his bulge straining in his jeans.
âYouâre excited,â you muse, cupping him through the denim.
âWho wouldnât be?â he laughs, undoing his button, then the zipper. âFuck, you look so good laid out like this.â
âYeah?â You pull the top of your dress down, releasing your boobs.
âFuuuuuck,â Hyuck groans, pausing his motions on his jeans to reach down and massage your newly exposed breast. âI knew your tits would be perfect.â
You moan at the feeling of his warm hands. His fingers pinch at your nipple and your moan turns into a whine. âFeels good.â
âYou feel good,â he counters.
âGet your cock out,â you instruct, feeling impatient.
âStart rubbing your pussy,â Hyuck retorts with a laugh.
âYes, sir,â you respond teasingly, reaching one of your hands down to your thighs. You slip it under your dress, deciding on taking your panties off alltogether.Â
Hyuck continues to massage you as you pull off your thong.Â
You canât help yourself, you toss it at him, and Hyuck lets go of your breast in favour of catching it. âFuck, these are cute,â he says, admiring your panties.
âI knew Iâd be getting laid.â
His tone shifts to the darker, more annoyed side of things. âYeah?â
âAnd donât get all angsty, I knew Iâd be fucking you tonight.âÂ
âThatâs what I like to hear,â Hyuck grins, putting your panties in his pocket before he undoes his jeans, shifting them down his thighs.
The fucker isnât wearing underwear, and you get a good view of his cock for the first time.
âFuck, dude, you werenât lying when you said you were thick,â you muse, licking your lips.
âIâd never lie to you about my cock,â he laughs.
You slip one hand between your thighs, stroking your wet core- itâs crazy how turned on you are from this, but part of you thinks this has been building for a while- for a week, actually.
Hyuck strokes his cock, looking down at you. âReady for this?â he asks.
âPut it in my mouth,â you command, opening wide for him.
âIf Iâm going to deep, push my thigh,â he tells you as he slips his cock past your lips.
You moan a sound of affirmation around him, immediately beginning to suck on his tip, getting used to his size before you take more.
Hyuck is surprisingly gentle with how much heâs allowing you to take. If you hadnât been pacing yourself, youâre sure heâd be pacing you of his own accord.Â
One of his hands finds your breast again, pinching the nipple and sending jitters of pleasure down to your throbbing core.
You groan louder around him, sucking more into your mouth as you increase the pressure on your clit.
âThis is so fucking hot,â Hyuck moans, thrusting gently into your mouth so you can lay flat and still, allowing him to do most of the work while you rub your pussy deliciously.
You can only let out a sound of affirmation as he uses your mouth.
With your eyes closed, you can focus fully on the feeling of pleasure thatâs building inside of you.Â
When youâd imagined fucking Hyuck for the first time, this hadnât necessarily been a position at the forefront of your thoughts- but when heâd suggested eating you out, youâd realized this is exactly what youâd wanted.Â
You want to give back to him, want to show him how much youâve appreciated him taking the leap and telling you how he feels- even if it was in some weird, dumb frat boy, phone call kind of way.Â
The way heâs pinching your thighs is actually delicious- and then, you hear him spit, and you feel the cool liquid hit your chest. This time, when he rubs his thumb over your nipple, he spreads his spit across your skin, making it even more intense.
âPart of me just wants to cum on these perfect tits,â he admits.
You make a very clear sound of disagreement, and Hyuck pulls his cock out of your mouth. Youâd been salivating so much that as he moves away, your own saliva drips back down onto your face from his length. You swallow thickly, finding your voice. âNeed you to cum inside of me.â
âFuuuuck,â Hyuck groans, pinching your nipple even harder. âYou and your creampie kink.â
He slips his cock back into your mouth, and you greedily eat him up.
Then he leans further over your body, his fingers joining yours on your core. âYouâre so fucking wet,â he muses, pushing your hand out of your way so he can rub your clit, gently fucking your face as he does so.
Itâs a shallow face fucking, as heâs bent over your laid down body to access your core, but you donât mind.
Your eyes are still closed, and youâre enjoying every sensation, bringing your free hands up to your breasts to massage them and pinch your own nipples.
âYou look so sexy, want you to cum so bad so I can fuck you stupid,â he tells you, rubbing your clit even harder.
You rut your hips up toward his hand, a non verbal motion that tells him youâre close.
God, itâs like heâs been in your pants before- he knows exactly how to stroke and massage your clit-
âAnd youâre still sucking me off so good-â he continues. âAnd grabbing at your tits too, youâre my insatiable little Angel, arenât you?â
You moan deeply around his cock, and Hyuck fucks you a little harder, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. You gag around him, feeling tears in your eyes.
âShit, sorry, Angel, fuck, that just felt so good- can I do it again? Can I fuck your throat again?â
You make a sound of affirmation, shocked at how your body had reacted to his cock being fully inside of your mouth. A tingle of excitement had run through you, your nipples getting intensely sensitive, your core throbbing-
Hyuck does it again, hitting the back of your throat, and the same sensation happens. You can feel yourself getting desperately close to the edge, and you hardly have to do anything. Other than pinching your own nipples, Hyuck is the one taking care of you, and you kind of love it.
âI can tell youâre close, Angel,â Hyuck chuckles. âFuck, gonna cum from me fucking your face and rubbing your clit, right?â
You moan desperately, wiggling your hips. Hyuck reads your cue, rubbing your clit even harder.
Now, you canât help but pull off his cock, pushing his thigh to give you a bit of space.
âYou good?â he asks, motions pausing.
âYeah,â you tell him, swallowing thickly as you grab his cock to stroke him off. âJust keep- fuck, keep rubbing me like that, Iâm so close-â
âFuck this,â Hyuck mutters, and all of the sudden, heâs pulling away.
You let out a whine- only for him to spin you on his bed. He sinks to his knees, drawing your core to the edge where your head had just been, then he dives in, his lips immediately suctioning around your clit.
Two fingers push into your aching core and you whimper desperately, grabbing at his hair to keep him on your pussy as he works you closer and closer-
âHyuck-â you cry out, muscles clenching-
One more slurp on your clit has you topping over the edge, entire body electrified by the orgasm surging through you.
You slap a hand over your mouth, trying to muffle your sounds as he works you through your high. He doesnât quit, doesnât pull away- he sucks your clit through your entire high, until your thighs are shaking on his shoulders and youâre on the verge of tears.
âOkay-â you whimper, pushing at his head. âSensitive-â
Hyuck finally lets up. You open your eyes to watch him stand, pulling his fingers from your core and sliding them into his own mouth.
âYou taste just like Halloween candy, baby,â he muses, eyes clouded with lust.
âI wanna taste,â you whisper.
Hyuck pushes his jeans completely off, and then he gets on top of you, smashing his lips to your own. The flavour of your pussy is hot on his tongue, and it invades your senses, driving you wild as you kiss him deeper, threading your fingers through his hair.
His cock nudges between your pussy lips as he grinds down against you, rocking his hips.
âFuck me,â you tell him, moving your mouth to suck on his ear lobe.
âShit,â Hyuck groans, shivering from the sensation of your tongue on his ear. âWant you naked first.â
He pulls away just long enough to tug your dress up and over your head, then he returns to his spot, his cock rutting against your core once more.
The two of you have been friends forever. Hyuck knows you have an IUD, heâd been there for you when youâd gotten it last year, when youâd just wanted to stay in bed and rot for a few days. Thereâs no need to discuss birth control or safety- all thereâs left to do, is have his thick cock fill you in ways youâve been wanting all week.
Hyuck adjusts, grabbing his base so he can push his tip into your throbbing hole.
âFuck,â you whimper in his ear, clutching his shoulders as he pushes an inch into you.
âYou good?â he asks, breath hot on your throat.
âSo good,â you respond, locking your legs around his hips.
He pushes deeper into your pussy, and your core welcomes him in, walls stretching to accommodate his thick cock.Â
Hyuck bottoms out, and you both groan deeply. He forces his lips onto your own again, and itâs a clash of teeth and tongues.
Itâs animalistic in the best sort of way- like youâve both been caged up for as long as youâve known each other, and youâre finally letting your beasts out to do the most primal thing imaginable.
There are no thoughts in your mind as Hyuck begins to fuck you, thereâs only you, him, and this intense feeling of pleasure.
You feel so connected to him- missionary isnât always the most fun position, but with Hyuck, it feels right. It feels like this was meant to be your first time together, face to face, lip locked, breathing each other in, moaning desperately as he takes you as his own.
âFuck,â Hyuck groans, gently biting on your lip. âYour pussy is taking me so fucking well- first your mouth, now this- how do you expect me to last long?â
âI donât,â you giggle. âYou made me cum so hard on your tongue, Iâm about ready to be filled with your cum and then lay here.â
âIâm gonna cuddle the shit out of you after this.â
âYou better,â you grin.
Hyuck smiles against your lips, kissing you again as he fucks you even harder.
The stretch of his girthy cock is unlike anything else- and it feels like heaven as he pounds you into his mattress.
âRub your clit?â he suggests.
âI canât- I canât cum again,â you whimper, still sensitive from your first orgasm.
âIâll have to train you to cum more after this,â he promises.
You can only grin, drawing his lips to your own again as he uses you to find the ends of his own pleasure.
His whimpering sounds are like music to your ears- fuck, Hyuck is too hot to even imagine. Had this guy really been one of your best friends for this long without you ever exploiting this?
Youâre so fucking happy heâd called you and been weird all week- it was the perfect foreplay, and now, youâre completely enraptured by him.
âShit,â Hyuck groans.Â
âYou close, baby?â you ask.
âFuck, call me baby again.â
âBaby,â you whimper, âyour cock feels so good in my tight pussy.â
Hyuck moans even louder.Â
âJust like that,â you encourage him, tightening your legs on his hips. âKeep doing that- right there-â The tip of his cock is hitting the perfect spots inside of you, and youâre gasping from the feeling, burrowing your face in his throat and panting against his skin.
âShit, Angel-â
âCum for me, baby, cum in my pussy,â you urge him.
Thatâs all it takes for him to explode, letting out a deep groan as he releases deep inside your core, coating your walls with him.
His thrusts falter, his breathing laboured, entire body shivering-
You stroke the back of his head, cooing in his ear, helping him through it until heâs finished, coming to a stop ontop of you and breathing heavily.
âGood boy,â you tease.
Hyuck lets out a deep chuckle, and it turns into a sigh. âYouâre going to be the death of me.â
âAnd youâd love that.â
âI would,â he admits. âOkay, fuck, Iâm gonna pull out, gonna grab some tissues and sweat pants- we can head to the bathroom down the hall and hopefully clean up a little, then weâre gonna cuddle.â
âSounds like a plan to me,â you grin, laying there as he groans and gets off of you, following through with his intentions.
Soon, cum is being wiped from your pussy and youâre being helped into sweatpants.
The two of you exit his room, and youâre very pleased to see that most of the party is downstairs, leaving his floor pretty vacant.Â
You make your way to the bathroom with him, clutching his hand.
Once there, you both clean up, and you listen to Hyuck splash water on his face while you pee, making sure all his cum is out of you.
The two of you make it back to his room, collapsing into bed. He pulls you to his chest, cuddling you close.
âBefore I pass out⌠how did you know it was me on the phone?â he asks.
âOut of everyone in the frat, you idolize Johnny the most. It wasnât a reach that youâd recreate his Ghostie thing last year. On top of that, youâre a film major, you know horror movies better than anyone else. And, youâre a horny fucker, which is something Iâve always loved about you- I just⌠I needed you to make a move, which you never really did, until now. It just⌠made sense that it was you. The way we talk to each other, I could tell it was you from the very first call.â
âHere I was, thinking I was all suave and shit.â
âYou were very suave, baby,â you grin, pressing a kiss to the underside of his jaw.
âHappy Halloween, Angel.â
You giggle. âHappy Halloween.âÂ
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âOkay so, coming up, when the alien pops out of his body, the director didnât tell anyone this was going to happen, so when Sigourney Weaver and the others react, itâs genuine shock and surprise-â
You love his facts too, you do⌠but⌠sometimes, they get a bit much.
âBaby,â you coo, cuddling closer to your boyfriend, âCan we just⌠watch the movie?â
âWe are watching the movie.â
âI mean⌠God, Iâm going to sound like a bitch, but can we get through like⌠ten minutes without a fun fact?â
âBut⌠my fun facts are fun.â
âThey are, baby, they are,â you assure him, patting his chest, âI justâŚâ you sigh, âten minutes?â
âI can think of a distraction for my mouth,â Hyuck grins.
Your pussy immediately flutters, picking up on what heâs saying. âYeah? Donât you want to watch the movie?â
âIâve seen it a billion times.â His hand rubs your shoulder and he nuzzles against your cheek, breath hot on your skin. âCome on, let me eat out your pretty pussy. Iâve been wanting to overstim you for a hot minute- I think I could get three or four out of you while youâre watching.â
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Out of Town ŕź*¡Ë
18+ MDNI !!!
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader / You
Summary: Kinktober 2024 Day 18 - First Time. Spencer is sent to a small town police station to get some information, but doesn't expect to meet such a beautiful officer whom he connects with so easily.
Tags: Loss of virginity, Virgin!Reader, P in V, Unprotected sex, Fingering, Handjob, First meetings, Getting together, Fluff, Awkwardness, Factual inaccuracies, Autistic!Spencer, SoftDom!Spencer (ish), Briefly referenced violence, Set around season 2-3.
Word count: 5.7k
Read it on ao3! | Masterlist
Authors note: It's FINALLY here!! Virgin!Reader because of this poll!! I struggled with this one so much and I don't know why, it took forever to write and it's so long and I'm not even sure I like it that much, I will come back for Spencer after kinktober and redeem myself!! Hope you like it anyway mwah ( ââĄâ)㣠âĄ
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Spencer didnât believe in fate, but he believed that something close to it had brought him to that small-town police station. At first, he had complained vehemently about being sent alone to the next county over while on a case. The team were investigating an UnSub targeting very small towns, and communication between these tiny police departments was virtually non-existent. It was Spencerâs job to see if any missing persons cases in nearby counties would match the description of a recently discovered unidentifiable Jane Doe. He tried to argue, saying it was unwise to send him, the worst socialiser of the bunch, to try and negotiate information from the usually very territorial small-town cops. Unwillingness to cooperate was still rife in the culture and each department wanted to be the ones to solve the case, so information sharing was limited. However, his complaints fell on deaf ears and he was sent away, he would have never guessed how happy this would end up making him.
The first few county police departments he pops by offer nothing, no missing person cases (at least matching the necessary descriptions or timeline) and grizzled FBI-wary old cops who glared at him and commented on his âfunnyâ behaviour. Spencerâs confidence was a little shot as the day progressed. He sets off for the final department heâd be visiting that day, talking on the carphone with Morgan to find out how things were going with the rest of the investigation. He pulls up outside of a small rustic building, the smallest heâd seen all day, his only visual confirmation that he was in the right place being the rickety old sign off of which various letters were dangling. He hadnât realised places like this even still existed, or that information-sharing programs werenât implemented nationwide. He would have to read into that more when he got the time. The light outside his car is a deep blue as the sun prepares to set, he gets out and locks up before stepping inside. The place is absolutely tiny, with a small jail cell in the corner of the room like in a cartoon and a small desk behind which were two filing cabinets, presumably holding all the files that this place had. This whole day had been one big culture shock. The biggest surprise, however, is you, behind the desk smiling warmly. Youâre young and beautiful and not immediately distrusting when he presents his FBI badge to you. All day heâs been dealing with hardened older men, so youâre a much-appreciated surprise.
âDr Spencer Reid, FBI,â he introduces himself with an awkward tight-lipped smile. You give him your name too, referring to yourself as an officer.
âItâs not every day we get an FBI agent visiting,â you chuckle. âIn fact, I would bet it has never happened before,â He smiles slightly at your observation, not doubting it, remembering seeing the population sign when driving into town. Population: 342. If an FBI agent had been here before, he would have been shocked. Perhaps because of all this, you immediately guess what heâs here for, turning to grab a file from the filing cabinet. The drawer is barely full and you find what youâre looking for instantly. Must be nice, he thinks, thinking about the cabinets back at the bullpen. You hand him a missing persons file, a young woman, missing a month ago. âItâs only our fifth missing persons case since 1900, caused an awful stir in our town, I figure itâs what youâre here for, nothing much else going on,â
âYeah, this looks exactly like what Iâm here for, thank you,â he smiles, flipping through the file. The timeline fits with the estimated time of death, and she matches the height of the body found. âMay I use your copier?â he asks. You chuckle.
âGood luck,â you point him to a very old-looking machine. He cringes a little but supposes he has little other choice. He fiddles around with the machine, encountering various unexplainable errors. You come up behind him and give the machine a firm slap and it whirs to life again.
âThanks,â he smiles awkwardly. You just nod.
âNo problem,â he sets the machine to print a few copies and then sits down on a nearby chair while the ancient machine starts working. âYouâll be here a while, want a coffee?â you offer sweetly. He huffs a small laugh, fiddling with the strap of his satchel.
âYeah⌠uh⌠lots of sugarâŚâ he says awkwardly.
âHow much is a lot?â you ask, approaching the old coffee machine. Everything in this place is old, he supposes not much budget must be extended out here to such a small uneventful place.
âJust when you think youâve added way too much, add one more,â he mumbles, pleasantly surprised when you laugh, he laughs too. He takes in his surroundings as you make the coffee. âDo you work here alone?â he enquires.
âI have one co-worker, he does most of the patrols and stuff,â you explain while scooping spoonfuls of sugar into his cup. âItâs slightly more exciting than working here, but I suppose I get some excitement tonight, FBI agent visiting,â you smile at him over your shoulder. Youâre really beautiful, Spencer thinks as he nods along to what you say, so beautiful it doesnât quite seem possible, and heâs constantly surrounded by beautiful people. Or so heâs told anyway, most of his colleagues are very conventionally attractive, but he is more floored by you than he has ever been by one of them. He takes the coffee as you hand it to him and tastes it, pleasantly surprised by the amount of sugar. The whir of the copier continues as you sit down beside him, smiling sweetly. âYou seem young for an agent,â you comment, taking a sip of your coffee.
âYou seem young for an officer in a place like this,â he counters. âIâve been visiting stations all day and only been dealing with old guys,â he jokes, once again happy when you laugh.Â
âYeah, I suppose I am, but this is my hometown, a position here opened up right after I finished college and I applied,â you shrug. âI doubt anyone else applied, so they had to take me, but I was by far the most qualified person to have ever applied here, do you know Iâm the first member of this department to have ever gone to college?â you tell him with surprising eagerness. He finds it very endearing.
âIâm the first in my department with three Ph.D.s,â he smiles awkwardly.Â
âThree? Wow! Thatâs amazing! How old are you exactly?â you tilt your head at him. He goes on to explain his story to you, his early graduations, his IQ, all of it. You seem much more interested than most people and he appreciates it greatly. The two of you talk back and forth while the copy machine slowly does its work and he finds himself liking you a lot. Of course, he had immediately noticed your looks, but he had tried not to think about it, wanting to be professional, yet after talking to you for a while, he found he had a great deal in common with you. Or, at least, he found your interests interesting, as you did his. So, by the time the copying is done and heâs gathering up the papers, he makes a decision.Â
Heâs never been the most confident with women, far from it in fact, but lately, heâs been feeling a little more secure. His brief stint with Lila Archer, while a little regrettable with hindsight, had left him feeling better about himself and his romantic prospects. Heâd done a little exploring after realising that he and Lila really had nothing in common to base a relationship on, and was now no longer so inexperienced with women, though he still had a lot of trouble with finding someone he was compatible with for more than just something physical. He had difficulties that made a relationship with him hard, and while he had never intended for any one-night stands, most girls had backed out after spending a little longer with him. Theyâd been polite about it, explaining that they didnât have the faculties to support him through struggles with his career, with his autism, with his mother and he understood, but it still hurt. He was determined not to let it put him off though, not wanting to squander his newfound confidence. He liked you. Heâd mentioned his autism to you in passing when discussing being bullied as a child (why had he even told you about that? It seemed like heâd just let everything out), and you had said he hadnât deserved that. It didnât mean you would be able to handle him in a relationship, but it was one step closer to possible acceptance. Youâd been smiling and laughing with him all evening, giving him these sweet looks and he was no expert in this field, but it seemed like you liked him. He couldnât not do something about this attraction, he would never forgive himself if heâd had a chance and not taken it.
He leaves his name and number along with the words âI would love to see you againâ, written neatly on a piece of paper from his notepad, on your desk, right by your bag where he hopes you will see it. Heâs fidgety when he says goodbye to you, anxious that this may be the last time he ever sees you. He hopes not. He even hugs you goodbye, which he would usually hate, but for once it feels nice and comforting. You smell perfect, like warm spices, and he holds you way too tight for a friendly goodbye hug, but you say nothing about it. He prays that you will find his number and contact him, even if just to shoot him down so he doesnât have to wonder forever. He drives back to the hotel that the team is staying in with his head spinning. He really, really liked you, and he wasnât sure how these feelings had grown so strong so quickly, he wasnât usually like this.
That night, while reading in his hotel bed, his phone rings. He doesnât recognise the number, and though his line of work has taught him to be wary of unknown callers, the chance that itâs you overrides this worry and he picks up quickly. It is you. He canât help but grin with delight as he hears your sweet voice.
âSpencer?â you question softly.
âHey,â he laughs excitedly. âYou called,â you laugh too, surprised by how overjoyed he sounds.
âYeah, I figured I should since it could be a while until you go through your satchel,â
âMy satchel?â he chuckles in confusion, leaning over the edge of the bed to root through his bag. There, on a pink sticky note, is your number and a cute little smiley face. You gave him your number too, you wanted to stay in touch too. Heâs over the moon right now. He traces his fingertips over the little smiley face. âYouâre too cute,â he mumbles. You blush on the other end and laugh him off. âHow was your⌠uh⌠drive home?â he asks. Heâs never been good at starting conversations, usually best at taking them over and finishing them, but for once, he wants to know the mundane things about someone, as well as the deep and intellectual, he wants to hear you talk. Heâs glad when you start to talk about your day, going on a few tangents about this and that. He does the same, feeling so incomparably comfortable with you like heâs known you forever, like he can just talk without worrying about coming off weird or annoying. He can only hope the feeling isnât only in his head and he isnât actually annoying you. He doesnât seem to be, as the conversation occasionally turns rather flirty, and he finds it much easier to flirt with you than anyone else heâs ever tried it with. The way you flirt, sweet and coy, drives him crazy. You talk until way too late at night, given the time Spencer has to wake up for work, but he can barely bring himself to hang up on you, even when the both of you are yawning incessantly. Heâs never felt this way about anyone. People always say, when you know, you know, and heâs always thought that was ridiculous but now⌠he knows.Â
âLook, Iâm supposed to be at the station in four hours, I really need to get to sleep,â you yawn. Spencer sighs, disappointed but understanding.
âOkay, but⌠maybe we could see each other again while Iâm still in the area? You could come to my hotel tomorrâ I mean tonight I guess,â he chuckles tiredly. âDrinks on me, or no drinks⌠thatâs good too,â the question is followed by complete silence, and initially, Spencer is sure you must have fallen asleep, but then he hears you shuffling and realises you must be awake. He frowns. Why arenât you answering him? Youâd spent hours on the phone with him just now, you must like him at least a little bit, right? Could he have read this that disastrously wrong? If you didnât want to, you could have lied and said you were busy. What gives? He repeats your name into the receiver, prompting softly.Â
âIâm a virgin, Spencer,â you reply quietly, biting your lip. You feel embarrassed and ashamed to be admitting this, especially so early, but you figure there would be certain expectations if you came to his hotel, ones you couldnât really fulfil, or at least not in the way he probably wanted.
âWhat?â Spencer squeaks, confused by your words for a multitude of reasons and unsure why youâre saying them now. You worry youâve scared him off now.
âI grew up in a really small town, thereâs like two guys close to my age in the whole place⌠and in college⌠I was a huge nerd, just focused on my studies⌠and now Iâm back in that town⌠it just⌠hasnât happened for me,â you sigh, fiddling with the hem of your pyjama shirt. Thereâs another pause, Spencer swallowing audibly.
âThatâs totally cool! Really! I didnât mean to imply that weâd be... uh⌠I mean⌠not that I donât want to, Iâd hardly be opposed to us⌠um⌠but Iâm not going toâ I was a virgin until last year too!â he stumbles nervously over his words, cursing himself for his awkwardness. He rubs a hand over his forehead and takes a deep breath. âI didnât invite you here for that, we can do whatever you like, at whatever pace you like, donât feel pressured into anything,â
âI just made this completely awkward, didnât I?â you laugh self-deprecatingly. He smiles slightly.
âNo, no, please I⌠I know what guys are like, you werenât unreasonable to assume my intentions but⌠I just want to see you again, whatever we do,â he assures softly, relieved he hasnât messed this up.Â
âYeah, okay, Iâll come visit you after my shift is over, text me the address,â
The two of you finally hang up after a nervous goodbye, and Spencer immediately sends you the address of the hotel before he can forget about it, not that he could if he tried, even without the eidetic memory. Heâs tired enough that he falls straight asleep afterwards, using what little sleep he has to dream of you.
The workday goes by in a trance. The Jane Doe is identified as the missing girl from your town. Despite this, the case is no closer to getting solved. Selfishly, he is glad of this, as it means heâs likely to stay near you a little longer. He brushes away that thought, immediately ashamed of himself. He tries his best to push you from his mind to focus on his work, but you invade it in the quiet moments. Heâs never been so excited to spend time with someone in his life. He thinks occasionally about your confession. A virgin. Heâs partly shocked, youâre so beautiful, sweet and intelligent, however, your explanation had made sense. He understood the focus on your studies, while most people took college as an opportunity to have fun, youâd dedicated yourself entirely to your academia. He imagined though, that if you had decided to experiment, you would have had no trouble finding willing partners. By the end of the day, he is in such a rush to get back to the hotel that it rouses the team's suspicions. They donât know about you though, so they canât guess the truth. They figure heâs just aching for his own space like he sometimes is after stressful workdays, needing a dark quiet room to regulate himself in. He disappears into his room without any goodbyes, having received a text from you that youâre on your way. He spritzes himself with some fresh cologne, brushing his hair and making sure heâs dressed nicely, but not too formally, so he looks approachable.
He sprints down to the lobby to meet you, relieved none of his team is hanging around the bar to see the two of you. He does not want you to meet Morgan so early on. He embraces you, a little awkwardly, relishing that sweet but spicy scent that you have around you. Youâve taken the time to change out of your police uniform and into more casual, but still very enchanting clothes. He wishes heâd have had time to change too. You look absolutely gorgeous, but heâs not sure if he should tell you as such yet.
âA drink? On me, alcoholic, non-alcoholic, whatever you prefer! Iâm personally not a drinker, but I donât mind if you do,â he rambles, smiling excitedly down at you. You follow him to the bar, ordering a mocktail from the bartender. Spencer orders himself the same one, paying for them both. The two of you are quiet as you wait, both nervous. Spencer smiles dopily as you let him keep a hand on your back, the warm pressure calming you in some way. The bartender brings you your drinks and you take yours with a soft thank you, then the two of you go silent again.
âAre we going to your room?â you ask quietly. Spencer blushes a little at the thought but reminds himself that heâs not expecting anything out of this other than your presence. He nods, gently guiding you by the hand on your back to the elevators. The two of you are quiet in the elevator as it goes up, save for the occasional sip. You reach his floor and then the door to his room. He presents his keycard and the door swings open, revealing a modest but clean hotel room. You take a seat on the edge of his bed, and he takes a seat on the armchair nearby. Youâre both quiet again. âWeâre both nervous, arenât we?â you chuckle. He laughs too, nodding, finding it sweet that youâre nervous too, being used to always being the nervous one. âCome on, we werenât this quiet last night, tell me more about Vegas,â you prompt, hoping to rid yourself of this oppressive silence that makes your mind wander over his tall frame, his sweet eyes and the way his hand had felt on your back.Â
He starts slowly, not initially sure what to tell you about, but gradually talks more comfortably as you ask questions. After a little while, the two of you fall into easy conversation once more. He finds you intelligent and well-rounded, even if youâre not as well-studied as he is, you effortlessly keep up with his discussion. You explain that you have lots of time to read in the police station as barely anything ever happens that demands your attention. He finds your willingness to learn on a variety of different topics incredibly attractive and whenever youâre able to tell him a fact that he doesnât know, he just wants you all the more. Once heâs finished his drink (a fruity sweet drink he quite liked), he comes to sit beside you. He doesnât necessarily mean anything by it but quickly realises that you think he does. You go pink and start to stutter, looking down at the ground. He swallows.Â
âSorry, I wasnâtâ I just wanted toââÂ
âAre we going to have sex?â you cut him off, looking up at him nervously. He feels trapped, not knowing what the right answer to this is.Â
âWe⌠donât have to,â he replies, not wanting to imply disinterest but also not wanting to make you uncomfortable.
âWould you? I mean⌠itâs not off-putting that Iâm a virgin at my age?â you ask, looking down again and swinging your feet slightly.Â
âNo! No! Trust me, itâs completely fine, I was a virgin until last year, I completely get it,â he assures, placing a hand on your shoulder.
âReally? The handsome FBI man, a virgin?â you tease, nudging him. He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand.Â
âNo need to flatter me⌠and no matter what I look like, my⌠uhâŚâ he hesitates to bring it up again in case you missed it the first time and itâll scare you off. âMy autism makes stuff like that hard, very hard, so⌠I can hardly judge you,â he watches your face for a reaction, but you just nod in understanding. Heâs so relieved that he could kiss you. He looks at you for a moment and then decides to do just that. He leans in slowly, so you have time to push him away if the thought of kissing him disgusts you, and presses his lips to yours. He kisses you softly for a moment, sliding his hand around your waist and tugging you a little closer. Your hands settle onto his shoulders, your head tilting to press a little closer to him. He smiles into the kiss and you smile too.
He keeps it gentle and slow, carefully manoeuvring you sideways onto his lap so he doesnât have to lean his neck down so much to kiss you. He rests his hand just above your knee, keeping you held in place, his other hand on your back. Your hands on his shoulders slide softly around his neck, now embracing him to keep him close and comfortable. His thumb rubs back and forth on your back, his hand splayed out, keeping you pressed close. He likes this, youâre gentle, you smell good and the weight of you is comforting in his lap. He shuffles back clumsily, holding you close and upright until his back is against the headboard. He continues to kiss you, his hand smoothing up and down the outside of your thigh. You pull back and he frowns, though his hands donât stop their gentle caresses.Â
âPlease, be gentle with me,â you whisper shyly, your pupils wide in the dim light.
âOf course I will be,â he whispers, his hand on your thigh coming up to caress your cheek tenderly, his thumb rubbing your cheekbone. âSo⌠weâre doing this then? Youâre letting meâŚ?â
âYes, itâs about time, right? And⌠I know we havenât known each other long but I trust you,â you smile, leaning into his hand. He smiles too.
âWhen you know, you know,â he whispers.
âYeah,â you exhale. These words speak of something much deeper, feelings that would be crazy to voice so soon after meeting, but feelings that are shared anyway, just covertly. Somehow, even if itâs crazy, you both know. He gently pulls your face back to his, kissing you again, keeping it tender. His hand on your cheek caresses for a little while longer before returning to your thigh, further up now, closer to the tantalising swell of your hip. He rubs slow circles, enjoying the feeling of you, wishing he was touching bare skin. He pulls back, peppering a few kisses across your jaw.Â
âMay I see you?â
âSee me?â you question anxiously. He soothes you by rubbing your back.
âTo take off your clothes?â he clarifies. You shiver and suddenly look very shy again. âHey, I will think youâre beautiful no matter what you look like,â he promises. âYouâre so beautiful, itâs plain to see,â you still look nervous and donât make any moves. âWe canât really do this with clothes on,â he jokes softly, squeezing the plush of your thigh. You smile despite your reservations.
âBut you have to get naked too,â you assert, trying not to let your voice shake.
âOf course,â he agrees. He gently moves you off of his lap and sheds his sweater vest, then unbuttons his shirt, not letting his insecurities get to him so that he can reassure you. Heâs sure he has much more to worry about than you do, but if he got nervous, it wouldnât help your nerves. He discards his shirt and sits there shirtless, feeling better when you smile at him. You slowly but surely pull your sweater over your head, leaving you in a plain black bra. Your cheeks are flushed and he finds it incredibly sweet. He places a hand on your bare waist, kissing your shoulder before carefully unhooking your bra for you. You take shaky breaths, clearly nervous as he turns you around to look at you. He is immediately baffled by how you could be so insecure looking the way you do. He smiles down at you. âVery beautiful,â he soothes, kissing your neck gently. âIâd love to worship them, but I think we should speed this up before you overthink it too much,â
âIâm sorry,â you mumble, shivering as his hands skim over your bare skin.Â
âNo, I was a nervous wreck my first time, youâre doing way better than I was,â he promises, and itâs true. He briefly feels bad for the woman he lost his virginity to but pushes the thought away to focus on this much better experience. He tilts your chin, pressing his lips to yours again, kissing you softly. His hands slowly explore your skin, cupping gently. Youâre warm and weighty in his hands and he loves the feeling, squeezing softly. You moan into the kiss and he delights in it completely. He gives one last slight squeeze to you before pulling back again. âIf you let me, Iâll explore you thoroughly later, I quite like to understand exactly how things work inside and out,â you swallow and nod. He stands, carefully unbuttoning his slacks and sliding them down. Your eyes immediately flick to the bulge in his boxers and heâs momentarily embarrassed until he realises you seem happy to see it. âThatâs what your beauty does to me,â he whispers, making you giggle shyly. He smiles, and then slowly, a little apprehensive, he lowers his boxers too. Your eyes are glued to him in interest.
âCan you sit down?â you ask softly. He complies. You lower your jeans, leaving yourself in your underwear for now and he admires the skin of your thighs and the beautiful curve of your hips. You carefully wrap your hand around him and he gasps in surprise. âMay I?â you ask, examining him a little as he twitches in your hand.
âY-yeah, absolutely, go ahead,â he swallows, letting out a throaty groan as you slide your hand up and down in the way youâve heard about. He seems to like it. You watch his face as you adjust your hold, figuring out what's too loose and what's too tight until you find the perfect grip. He smiles a little at your analytical approach, tilting your chin so he can kiss you while you slowly stroke him. One of his arms wraps around you, the other propping him up. He kisses you intently as you carefully experiment with how to touch him. Itâs an odd sensation, holding him in your hand like this, but you find you quite like it. You kiss and caress him for a few minutes, finally falling into a rhythm he clearly enjoys based on the soft noises heâs letting out before he stops you. You pout a little as he moves your hand away by the wrist. âSorry, but I was getting too close and we havenât⌠you knowâŚâ he smiles, kissing your jaw again.Â
âRight,â you swallow as he starts to guide you back with him again until heâs against the headboard. He traces the sides of your panties softly.Â
âCome on, you can take these off, I promise I will like whatever I see,â he assures. You take a deep breath and then shuffle yourself out of your panties. Youâre shy, no one has ever seen you like this before. He smiles, gently massaging the flesh of your hips, pulling you to straddle his lap. You shuffle forward, your face red with embarrassment. He kisses your cheeks and carefully slides his hand down your stomach, giving you time to tell him to stop, before slipping his finger between your folds, rubbing softly up and down. He hums, feeling that youâre nice and wet. His fingers make you moan timidly and you close your eyes as his fingers gently explore. His free hand rubs your side soothing as he ever so carefully begins to slip a finger inside you. You moan, your head tipping back as his finger reaches further than your own ever have. âAnother place to explore thoroughly later,â he says matter-of-factly as if the thought isnât incredibly arousing. He spends a few minutes carefully stretching you out, easing in a second finger and pumping them in and out with great care. He watches as you moan and writhe above him and thinks that you look simply irresistible right now, leaning down and placing a few kisses on your stomach until he thinks youâre finally ready.Â
He slowly withdraws his fingers, which makes your eyes flutter back open to meet his. He leans up to peck your lips and then guides your hips a little until youâre above him, then positioning his cock against you, making both of you hiss a little. The head of his cock catches your entrance and he takes a deep breath.
âThere, you can set the pace, okay? Lower down as slow as you like,â he smiles, free hand still rubbing your side soothingly. You nod, taking a few laboured breaths before slowly starting to lower yourself onto him. You gasp at the stretch, even though itâs not too painful, stopping and starting as you lower yourself. He holds your hips with a feather-light touch, careful not to push you at all, holding himself back from bucking into your tight heat. His eyes are glued to your face as your lips part in pleasure. You fully seat yourself on him and sit there for a while, catching your breath and getting used to the feeling. He twitches inside you and he hopes you donât mind the feeling as he cannot get it under control. His hands drift up and down your sides. âHow is it?â
âYeah, ah⌠I feel fullâŚâ you whine softly.
âIn a good way?â
âIn the best way, Iâm going to feel empty the rest of my life after this,â you laugh slightly. He laughs too, although the words are oddly moving to him. His thumbs rub your hips.
âWant me to guide the pace?â he asks softly, eyes glued on yours despite his usual aversions.
âY-yeah, that would be good,â you nod, sighing softly as he begins to carefully lift your hips. You hold his shoulders as he moves you slowly up and down his length. He groans and bites his lip under you, moving you a little faster, making sure to listen out to make sure youâre feeling pleasure from his pace. You feel perfect around him, absolutely blissful, and he hopes beyond hope that you feel the same. He tugs you down to kiss you, holding you still as he starts to buck up into you. Your lips move together messily as he fucks up into you, careful to keep it from being too hard. He rubs your back as he kisses you.
âDo you feel good?â
âSo goodâŚâ you whimper, trailing off into a string of moans. He loves the sound of you, wishing his eidetic memory worked on sounds so he could remember the way you sound forever. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him as close as possible as he fills your body with pleasure, fucking you nice and deep. You whisper fragmented compliments to him as he drives you closer and closer to the edge, holding you close and kissing you desperately. âIâm going toâ oh Godâ,â you moan needily, he groans in response, moving faster.Â
âYeah, come on, Iâm with you,â he grunts, squeezing you closer to his body. With a few more deep thrusts, he feels you falling apart around him, making him whimper. He kisses you lovingly as stars explode behind his eyes, his mouth parting with throaty noises as he spills inside you. His chest heaves, his hands sliding up and down your body in a calming gesture as you both come down. He gently lifts you off of him and lies you down beside him on the bed, watching as you wipe the sweat from your brow. He hops up without a word and disappears into the bathroom, leaving you a little nervous and confused. When he reappears, you calm down, realising heâs just holding a damp cloth. He spreads your legs, making you blush despite what youâve just done and wipes you clean with careful precision.Â
âThanks,â you whisper.Â
âWell, it was my mess after all,â he smiles, taking the cloth back to the bathroom and rinsing it. He joins you back on the bed, staring at you for a moment. âWas that okay? You donât regret it do you?âÂ
âYes, it was good, I donât regret it,â you assure him, leaning into his as he kisses your cheek.
âGood, neither do I,â he lies beside you, pulling the blanket over the two of you and reaching over to caress your cheek. His thumb skims your lower lip. âNow, get a little rest, I intend to fully acquaint myself with your body in a bit, and I can be very thorough with things that interest me,â
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