#which i keep fixating on while reading

[nostalgebraist]

I've started reading Seth Dickinson's Exordia. (Only about 1/4 of the way through, no spoilers please.)

It's a lot of fun! But it's also kind of frustrating.

What I've read so far could be described – with an eerie degree of precision [*] – as "a cross between Axiom's End and Almost Nowhere."

And like, in the abstract, that sounds great! But that's the problem. These precedents set very high expectations for "how much I, personally, am going to like this book," and even when Exordia is doing fine on its own terms, it's hard for me to avoid thinking things like "this part was better the first time I saw it," or mentally rounding the book off to "just a somewhat worse version of something else."

You know that cute line people say sometimes, "[X] would be so good if it was good"? I won't say that about Exordia, because it is good, at least sort of. But there's a similar thing going on.

Again, I'm not that far in yet, so maybe it'll grow on me.

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[*] Seriously, some of the similarities are kind of spooky. My best guess is that it's all coincidental and/or the result of shared influences – among other things, the afterword says the first draft of Exordia was finished in 2017, predating AE and the vast majority of AN. (And of course the chances that any given person has read or heard of AN are basically negligible to begin with.)

[jackass-jones]

Gonna be honest im not ready for deltarune next week and then the new left at london album the next day I think I’m gonna pass out from stress agfjgj

[frogshipping]

There's some old self shipping + oc rps that I so badly wish I could somehow gain access to again.

I love re-reading old rps, even if the writing is bad since they're from when I was a teen. I only have a small handful saved from my skype days. I used to copy and save them on a word doc when they were completed/concluded for that very reason.

But discord never really had a way for somebody to copy an entire channel's worth of writing, so I never got to do that with any rps held on there.

Which really sucks cause my ex best friend was the one who made the server we would use to write in. And since I blocked him, the server disappeared. So essentially he got the rps in the divorce

[daily-lightbulbii]

(//i don't normally do text but cw in the tags erm. i went a little off track)

[sysig]

I think I finally figured out why I like him so much

[thevegetablewhichnoonedaresname]

tonight I go to bed grateful not to be in my bnha phase right now

[volfoss]

they need to keep me from consuming media when im going thru something bad lest i get a really stupid attachment to it

[that-one-girl2020]

Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader

A/N: K-Pop Demon Hunters has me in a chokehold and I have so many ideas floating around in my head but I’m really bad at actually writing and executing them. But I had to write something to help with this fixation. Also, I don’t know how the Honmoon works. Like, can anyone alter or control it after some training? Do you need to be born with a certain predisposition? So, I kinda just made some stuff up.

Edit (7/11/25): Please do not steal or plagiarize my work, I worked hard on this series and have a lot of pride in it.

Edit: Now has Part 2! Part 3! Part 4! Part 5! Part 6! Part 7!

‼️SPOILERS FOR KPDH‼️

“Okay, you guys are just going down there, right? I’m gonna go pick up some groceries,” You tell the three girls in disguise.

“Thanks, (Y/n)!”

“Thanks.”

“Thanks, (Y/n).”

Sighing, you wave over your shoulder as you separate from the girls. You managed their wardrobe and visuals, you were able to take the vague ideas in their heads and their music and bring them together in stunning visuals while maintaining their individual styles and own input.

But, you were also Rumi’s twin sister. You grew up alongside her under the guidance of your Aunt Celine. You trained with her, learning to fight, dance, and sing with her. However… You were never able to tap into the Honmoon like her or Mira or Zoey.

Which meant you couldn’t debut with your sister or help her with the Honmoon. All you could do was support her and the other girls how your Aunt Celine taught you: Cover up, keep your patterns hidden, cook for them, clean for them, make sure they always look beautiful, no fractures or faults in their image. And no faults of your own must ever be visible either.

You love your sister, there was never any doubt about that. And you love Mira and Zoey too, they were practically your sisters too. But you couldn’t help but feel… invisible and jealous sometimes. You wanted to perform too. Just once.

“Excuse me, miss?”

You were shaken from your thoughts by a smooth, male voice and a colorful flier being held out to you. Looking further up, your eyes widened and your face warmed at the sight of such a handsome guy right in front of you. You were no stranger to beauty working in the idol industry, but wow. Soft, black hair, warm brown eyes, clear skin and a soft smile. Your heart couldn’t help but skip.

“Uhm, I’m sorry,” You shook your head, trying to focus on listening to what the boy said. You couldn’t help but swallow thickly, your face still hot, “Can I help you?”

He smiled kindly, “My friends and I are having our debut performance this afternoon just a street over. We’d love for you to come watch and support us.”

Flustered by his charm and his beauty, you took the flier from him. “The Saja Boys…” You read. Looking around, you tried to spot the rest of his group.

You were startled when an arm suddenly landed on your shoulders. Actually, make that two arms.

Looking up, two more gorgeously unreal guys were on each side of you, an arm around each of your shoulders. One was a buff beauty with shorter magenta hair in a yellow beanie, his shirt hanging on for dear life. The other had longer pink hair that framed his face in a heart shape.

“That’s right,” the long haired guy smiled on your left.

“We’re the Saja Boys,” the buff guy on your right smirked. The two boys spun to slide into place on each side of the black haired guy, the three posing. “I’m Abby,” the muscle man posed, flexing which caused his shirt to strain.

“I’m Romance~” He blew a kiss at you.

“And I’m Jinu,” the black haired guy winked, smiling which made your heart pound all that harder to be the center of attention of three gorgeous guys. “We also have Baby and Mystery who are passing out fliers somewhere as well.”

“Right here, boss.” Oh great, more hot guys to make your heart explode.

A mint haired guy looked at you out of the corner of his eye as he walked past, joining the other three with a cool air. Another guy with long, pastel hair that covered most of his face walked past as well. Did he just smell you…? Was he purring…?

Oh boy. These boys were gonna give you a heart attack at this rate. Your heart was racing and you felt so flustered and awkward having their attention. “Uhm, wow, sorry, I’ll try to be there to support your debut! If you’ll excuse me,” You gave a small bow. Escape. Too many hot guys.

“You promise, sweetheart?~”

Your face flushed darker and you hurried away faster, “Y-Yup! See you there! Good luck!” You had groceries to get.

After getting enough groceries for you and the Huntr/x girls, you checked the time and noted that you had time to see that debut performance. The girls hadn’t texted that they headed back yet so they must still be at the doctors. Carrying the bags, you walked over to the other street, which was only a little more crowded than usual.

It seemed like you were just in time as a cloud of pink smoke grew in the middle of the street. You got closer as music started to fill the street and from the smoke, the five boys appeared.

“Don't want you, need you~ Yeah, I need you to fill me up~ 마시고 마셔 봐도~ 성에 차지 않아~ Got a feeling that, oh, yeah (Yeah)~ You could be everything that~ That I need (Need), taste so sweet (Sweet)~ Every sip makes me want more, yeah~” The black haired guy, Jinu, seemed to take the main vocals. The song was so bouncy and catchy that you couldn’t help but bounce your shoulders as the crowd grew around you. You got pushed to the front of the crowd and blushed as Jinu winked at you. You blushed, holding your groceries tighter.

“You're all I can think of~ Every drop I drink up~ You're my soda pop~ My little soda pop~ Cool me down, you're so hot~ Pour me up, I won't stop~ You're my soda pop~ My little soda pop~”

Okay, Huntr/x would always have your whole heartfelt support as your favorite group, but the Saja Boys were also really good… Like, if you weren’t Rumi’s sister, you might’ve jumped ship…

You were just a girl after all…

You blinked when some of the boys started blowing kisses into the crowd, launching hearts out of thin air. If they were just debuting, how’d they afford such great special effects…? These boys must’ve worked hard.

At least you thought so until you saw a flash of demon patterns and eyes on some of the boys.

You gasped. Were they… like you and Rumi? Part demons? Wait, no, they can control their demon features, you and Rumi can’t. No matter how much you tried to hide the growing patterns inching across your skin, it never worked. All you could do was cover up with long sleeves and pants.

They were just performing though. The girls would probably kill them as soon as they could once they caught wind of this demon idol group, because demons were all evil, emotionless creatures… But, if they were just demon guys performing because they wanted to perform, if they were nice demons, then wouldn’t that help prove that it was okay for you to live too…?

They helped the girl at the corn dog stand and gave those stressed kids some gifts, and they didn’t try to suck a soul once.

Your heart pounded, not just with how attractive the five were, but with hope.

The performance ended as the boys took their final poses before taking a moment to wave and send kisses into the crowd. As you scanned the group of boys, Romance sent you a flying kiss, Abby flashed you some finger hearts, Jinu’s smile widened at you, Baby raised an eyebrow at you, and Mystery gave a head nod.

What were you supposed to do now…?

[bizarrelovetriangel]

attention.

you're busy with something and they want attention.

mdni. 18+ only.

kinda like the guys' revenge to mc for this fic but it's not connected/necessary to read for this! ngl i almost discontinued this bc i was like "he would Not interrupt you while you're doing that" but. just this once i guess... sorry for any ooc moments!

- sylus -

Sylus has been waiting for at least thirty minutes.

You won't even look at him. Apparently, that new book of yours is just so interesting, you can't even spare him a second of your time.

Lying on the bed, as he rests his face on your chest, he suddenly came up with a plan that'll surely steal your attention.

He starts by leaving a trail of kisses on your neck. Then, he moves lower to your chest, your stomach, and even lower, right to your thighs.

At last, your eyes darts away from the pages of your book just to take a curious peek at Sylus, wondering what he's up to.

"Don't mind me, sweetie. Keep reading."

"...okay."

You should've detected the mischief in his voice, but you were in the middle of an intense scene in the novel that Sylus recommended you to read, so you dismissed him and brought your attention back to the book.

Not even five minutes later, his lips softly touches the inside of your left thigh. It was then followed by a peck on the spot right above it before moving even higher.

Sylus then does the same to your right thigh, with each kiss on your skin emitting a loud sound that breaks the silence in his bedroom.

You force yourself to keep reading, but your distracted state has caused you to read the same sentence over and over again. Your brain is not registering a single word.

He doesn't hold back a smirk as he notices your legs spreading wider, giving him a sign to keep going.

Even so, you haven't put your book down just yet.

He'll take that as a challenge.

And so, Sylus goes up even higher.

His lips latches onto a soft spot on your left thigh, dangerously close to your core. Then, he sucks in to leave a mark.

Followed by another.

And another.

Despite that, his mouth never makes contact where you needed him the most.

"Sylus...."

"Hmm?"

"You..." you could tell by his tone that he knows exactly what he's doing and how you're being affected by his actions.

"Why don't you tell me how the book's going? Which part are you on?"

And it was in that moment when he decides to press his lips right against the crotch of your panty. His tongue flickers out to trace your folds through the cloth, and he hears you draw a sharp breath.

You're unable to reply properly as nothing but moans leave your mouth.

At this point, there was no way you could focus.

Your vision has been clouded with lust.

Your left hand abandons the spine of your book so your fingers could grasp the strands of Sylus' hair, while his face remains buried between your thighs, with the hem of your night dress bunched up to your hips.

You could've sworn you felt him grin.

"I'll — I'll let you win this time..."

Sylus lets out a chuckle, though it comes out deep as his eyes are fixated on your face, arousal evident on your eyes that mirrors his own.

"In that case, I'd like to claim my reward. Now."

With that, he tugs on the band of your underwear and pulls it down, sliding the soft fabric off your legs. His mouth presses against your pussy and his tongue slides through your slit before humming with satisfaction from your taste.

As he listens to the delightful sounds you're making, Sylus feels his cock twitching from inside his pants. He can't help but grind his hips against the mattress as he yearns for friction, but he wants to make you feel good first and foremost.

He didn't have to wait for much longer because you fell apart quickly and came while his tongue was teasing you endlessly.

He came up to give you a kiss, though he was surprised when you suddenly pulled him down to switch positions. While he lies on his back, you pin him down by sitting on him — exactly where his straining cock is.

Even while wearing his pants, Sylus groans at how good you feel on him.

"Since you wanted my attention so bad..." you grinned, taking a moment to lean down and kiss his neck. "I'll give you all of it, Sylus."

His cock stirs at your words, shamelessly poking your core. Sylus' hands come up to your ass, urging you to move back and forth.

Before granting his wish, you undid the button and zipper of his pants. You free his leaking cock from his boxers, then you rubbed your cunt against it, emitting a moan from the both of you.

Him teasing you from earlier had taken away all of your patience, and so you didn't waste anymore time before putting him inside you.

Sylus wasn't any better. As you bounced on him, he pushes his hips upwards so that he could feel more of you, faster and deeper.

The room is filled with the sounds emitted by your bodies colliding, as well as the echoes of the synchronized groans from your lips.

His hands slide up to your waist, holding you tight but not enough to leave a mark. Just enough to keep you against him at every second, as his body feels intoxicated by your warmth.

Sylus picks up the pace even more, pounding into you as he feels himself reaching his climax. Once you clenched around his cock, he was unable to stop himself from bursting right inside you.

He pulls out a second later, only for the bedsheet to become stained by his cum as well as your own as you came not too long after him.

Your body drops down next to him as the two of you take a moment to catch your breaths. You picked up the book that had gotten neglected next to you and held it up between you and Sylus.

"Since you interrupted my reading time, you have to read for me now."

Sylus laughs at your demanding tone, though he can't say he doesn't love it.

"I could do that. Or..... we could go for another round — "

"You're the one who told me this book was good, so I want to know why you like it."

Sylus lets out a dramatic, playful sigh. "I never should've said anything if I knew you'd give it more attention than me."

Despite his teasing words, he follows your request and starts reading out loud.

Only for you to fall asleep five minutes later.

- zayne -

Tomorrow is Captain Jenna's birthday, so the Linkon hunters are planning a little celebration by bringing in some food. The others volunteered to make the main dishes, so you decided to make a dessert: cupcakes.

It just so happens that there's a special someone at your home today that can't resist sweet food.

As you busy yourself in the kitchen, Zayne keeps coming in to hug you from behind, constantly trying to taste the blue icing that you've been preparing for the second batch of cupcakes.

Right now, he's right behind you, arms locked around your figure while resting his chin on your left shoulder.

At any moment now, his hands will be moving towards the first batch of cupckakes that are already done.

His laptop is all alone in your living room because you'd robbed all of his attention.

And he's trying to steal your attention, since you're so focused on the cupcakes.

"Shouldn't you be working?"

"Mhmm. I should be."

Despite his response, he makes no effort to move a muscle as he's clinging onto you quite comfortably.

Of course you're not about to complain, so you decided to continue decorating the cupcakes in front of you, moving carefully so you don't bother him.

He reminds you of a cat who'd randomly sit on your lap, preventing you from getting up, ever.

When he softly kissed your neck, you smiled and affectionately leaned in towards him just for a few seconds.

Then, he gave you some more kisses, ones that were.... usually saved for the bedroom.

And that's when your focus starts to waver.

"Zayne..."

"Mhmm..."

He only pulled away to look at you with innocent eyes that clearly hides mischief behind.

"Those cupcakes are looking great. You're almost done. Keep going."

You narrowed your eyes at him with suspicion, but continued to work nonetheless. After all, you really did need to finish the cupcakes by tonight, no matter what.

That's what you keep telling yourself as Zayne's hands started to wander slowly, inside your shirt, then, higher and higher and higher, all the way to your chest, until his fingers are on your bra.

He squeezed your breasts while your neck continues to be cherished by his lips, tongue gliding against your skin.

You pressed your thighs together as arousal take over your mind and body.

Your hands shook as his fingers run over your nipples and his hips gently nudges you forward, keeping you trapped between the counter table and his body.

The cupcake.

You have to finish them.

But Zayne...

"Ugh..."

Zayne paused and watched with amusement while you clumsily rushed to finish icing the rest of your cupcakes.

At the end, they looked...decent.

Not horrible, but definitely not as pretty as the first batch that you've decorated before the... distraction.

"There was no need to rush." Zayne held up your right hand, displaying all the spots that have gotten covered with blue icing. "Now you have icing all over you."

Suddenly, he brought your hand to his lips, and his tongue flickers out to lick the icing off your skin.

"Delicious."

You failed to come up with a response as you were too flustered by his actions.

"Actually, you got a little bit on here too."

Zayne kisses your right cheek.

"And here." Your jaw.

"And here."

Once his lips were on yours, they stayed there for as long as they could.

He kisses you deeply while he pressed his body harder against yours, letting you feel his excitement behind his pants.

You grinded back against him, encouraging him to continue.

Zayne paused for a moment, only to bring you over to the empty side of the counter table, away from all your precious cupcakes. He makes sure that you're facing him before diving back to your lips even harder.

While his left hand caresses the left side of your face, his right hand works on undoing the button and zipper of your pants, and then his own.

As soon as your pants are off, Zayne lowers his own pants, though he didn't have the patience to remove them completely. He kept it just a little below his knees, then he takes his cock with his right hand before stroking himself for a moment, spreading his pre-cum all over his length.

Then, he pushes his cock between your thighs.

Not in you. Not yet.

He wanted to tease you a little more.

Zayne moans quietly as he thrusts back and forth, his cock spurting out even more pre-cum as its tip grazes your entrance and begs to be inside.

"Zayne..."

The whine you let out made him chuckle.

He recalls the times when you're the one teasing him. Now he realizes why you like doing it. Seeing you so impatient and needy for him is turning him on even more.

And so, he gave in for both of your sake.

He picks you up and sits you on the counter table before standing between your parted legs. Then, his cock finally enters you.

He starts slowy, but he doesn't wait for long before picking his pace. After all, he's just as needy as you.

He pushes into you roughly, but never too much to hurt you. Just enough to let you know how badly he wants you. How desparate he is for you.

He grunts loudly as you clench around his cock, and it immediately draws out his orgasm. His body slightly hunches over yours as he makes a mess on your floor.

But even after that, Zayne isn't satisfied yet.

He wants more.

And so, he picks you up and starts making his way to your bedroom.

The cupcakes are long forgotten.

- caleb -

There's a new TV show that you've been really into lately.

Usually, Caleb would always watch whatever shows you're watching, mostly just so he can spend time with you and have another common interest.

It's not any different this time. You've taken interest in a show, and Caleb watches with you.

Or at least, he's trying to.

But no matter how hard he tries, he just can't get into it. Sure, some the characters are interesting, but the story lacks a lot of things that would often catch his attention.

Although, there is something that has successfully gotten his attention.

Or rather, someone.

You're lying down on your stomach, facing the end of the bed so you can watch the television in front of it. Your eyes are glued on its screen, fully unaware of whatever's going on around you.

Caleb has been pouting and sighing dramatically for fifteen minutes, trying to get you to look at him, but the action scene on TV has taken all of your attention.

There is only one last thing he can do.

That is: squish you with his weight.

He decided to lie down directly on top of you, facing down just like you are. He's resting his chin on your left shoulder, peeking at the screen to see what could possibly be so interesting that you can't give him a second of your time.

It wasn't until a certain character popped up and he caught the way your face lit up when Caleb realized.... you're smitten with a fictional character.

That's not good.

"Woooow, look at that guy. I bet I can do more push-ups than him."

"..."

Alright. Still no response.

Fine.

There is one other thing he hasn't tried....

"Wha — !"

You finally snap out of your trance as you felt Caleb's teeth tugging your ear.

"Caleb!"

"Oho, finally got your attention, did I?"

"Why did you — " you couldn't finish your sentence because intense battle music rang from the TV and now you're looking at it again, with wide bright eyes.

Caleb huffs.

Failed again.

Next attempt: neck kisses.

Slow, lingering, wet, hot kisses all over your neck, specifically in the spots that he knows would have you melting.

As he sucks on your skin, Caleb hears a quiet gasp from you. He cheers in his head and he continues. He closes his eyes and run his tongue on your neck before finding another spot to mark.

Entranced by your warmth, Caleb's body began to move on its own as desire filled him up. He starts moving his hips back and forth, grinding against your ass.

It doesn't take long for a bulge to rise through his sweatpants.

He can't stop now.

His breath hitches as his thrusts remain slow, but deep.

But he wasn't the only one. Your eyes are still on the tv screen, but you've slightly arched your back and your ass had gone up to grind back on his cock.

A grin makes its way to Caleb's face.

He has your attention now.

But it's not enough.

Looking down at the crotch of his sweatpants, he saw that a wet spot has made itself apparent, while his hard cock pokes through the fabric, demanding to break out.

And so, he lets it out.

Caleb pulls down his sweatpants and boxers. His cock springs out and its tip instantly finds your ass.

Your body stiffened for a second, realizing what happened, then you once again raised your ass to feel Caleb, letting him know what you want.

He breathes out slowly, feeling the heat of his body rising along with his heartbeat. Then, he carefully pulls down your shorts.

You do nothing to stop him, though your eyes remain on the tv screen.

He rubs his cock between your thighs, feeling you through your panty that's now partly soaked with arousal. His tip traces your folds, moving back and forth, left and right, pushing just a little forward to your hole despite the thin, cotton barrier.

"Still not gonna look at me? Hmm?" Caleb whispers in your ear before moving your panty aside. "That's fine by me~"

With that, his cock penetrates you, hard and deep, earning a sharp breath from the two of you.

Caleb then pulls out, and slams back in.

Over and over and over again.

Until you could no longer looking at the television, because your eyes are rolled back with ecstasy. Until your body moves on its own to seek after his warmth. Until your pretty lips are making pretty sounds just for him.

The noises coming from the TV is overpowered by the sound of his hips snapping against yours, and the loud moans that you're bringing out of him.

Beads of sweat clung to his body as Caleb finds himself struggling to slow down, feeling addicted to the way you make him feel.

Suddenly, Caleb feels himself reaching his climax. He pulls out and strokes himself fast until ropes of thick cum spurts out from his cock and shooting all over your back.

Your own orgasm followed not too long later, right before you flipped over to catch your breath while looking at him and his grin.

"Ah, looks like we got a little...dirty. We should probably take a shower. I'll turn off the TV~"

Little did he know, he already had your attention from the moment he walked into the room.

- rafayel -

Rafayel sighs for the umpteenth time.

"So this is why pets run away from their home. They feel neglected and unloved. I understand them now."

He glances at you from the corner of his eye and saw absolutely no reaction. You stay lying down on the sofa, your eyes remain on the screen of your computer and your fingers continue to punch in your keyboard, not even pausing for a fraction of a second.

He sighs again, crawling on you to use your thighs as a pillow. He would've rested his head on your chest, but your laptop has stolen his spot.

Although...

This spot's not so bad either.

Since you're busy doing some research for the event that you two will be attending in two weeks, Rafayel figures he might as well keep himself entertained.

And maybe he could even give you a little motivation to get off your computer faster.

With that...

Rafayel's hands slowly make their way up to your thighs.

You glanced at him for a brief moment as you feel him poking you.

"Making biscuits?" you asked teasingly while giving him a headpat.

"Yep, don't mind me, cutie ~ "

That should've been your warning. His tone implies that he's up to something, but you've been so excited and focused on planning your trip with Rafayel, so you failed to notice his scheming expressions.

Rafayel gets even bolder and slides one hand even higher.

He doesn't bother suppressing a grin once he feels you tensing up under his touch.

Still, you don't look away from your laptop.

With an index finger, he starts drawing patterns all around your core, intentionally avoiding contact right where you need him to.

Your thighs twitch before you spread them a little wider, a silent encouragement for him to keep going.

And so, his thumb gently rubs your cunt through your pants, slowly moving in small circles and ever so slightly pushing in some pressure.

Rafayel's body heats up as soon as he hears you moan. Blood starts to rush downwards, and his pants starts to feel tight as his cock grows with desire.

His hands move on their own and quickly worked on removing your pants, carefully pulling them down your legs and shoving them at the end of the sofa before his fingers teased you through your damped underwear.

You threw your head back and gasped as Rafayel moved your panty aside to insert two fingers inside you.

In and out, at a painfully slow pace.

"Rafayel...."

He gives you a grin. "Finally got tired with your laptop?"

You scoffed at his smugness, though it turned into a sharp exhale as his fingers slid even deeper, curving up to hit you in the right spot that had your toes curling and your eyes rolling back.

Rafayel takes in your expression and feels himself getting harder.

He rubs himself through his pants for a moment before propping on his knees to undo his button and zipper. then, he fully gets rid of every single one of his clothing until nothing is in his way from feeling the warmth of your body.

You follow his actions and set down your laptop on the floor before discarding your clothes. Almost immediately after your bra is gone, he crawls on top of you and drowns you in deep, passionate kisses.

Feeling his cock leaking, Rafayel wasted no more time and fully shoves himself into you. He hisses at how well you're taking him, so tight and so warm that he couldn't help but stay still for a moment.

Your left hand brushed through his hair, wiping away some sweat on his forehead, before your fingers trailed down to his neck, then on his back. Your right hand is trapped by your side, pinned down by Rafayel's left hand, as if to keep you underneath him.

His breath hitches as you grinded yourself up against him, signalling for him to start moving, and so he does.

He immediately moves at a fast pace, pounding in and out of you as his body becomes desperate for you. His mewls echoes the groans you make, and the sofa screeches against the floor as your bodies move back and forth.

You ended up reaching your climax first, feeling drunk from how deep and hard he was fucking you.

Rafayel came a couple of minutes after you, though his body struggled to stop or slow down even then. You cried loudly in overwhelming pleasure as you feel your insides tingling, feeling like you're about to burst while he drills every drop of his cum into you.

Then, he was hit with a second wave of orgasm and this time, he pulls out and strokes himself fast until his juices spills out all over his hand, and staining your sofa in the process.

Out of breath, Rafayel lays on top of you, using your chest as a pillow. He closes his eyes while listening to your heartbeat that's slowly calming down after your release.

"I'm so much more entertaining than your laptop, right, cutie?"

- xavier -

"Hmm?"

Xavier just woke up from a nap just to find you on his gaming station, sitting on his chair and playing one of his video games. not only that, but you're talking and playing with Jeremiah using a headset too.

No wonder you didn't notice him waking up.

"Hi, doll."

Xavier came up to you to give you a kiss on the lips, only for his lips to land on your cheek as you suddenly moved at the last second.

"Did you just die?!"

Xavier could hear Jeremiah screaming a whole bunch of things through the headset, though that's nothing new to him. Jeremiah is always loud whenever they're playing games.

The issue here is...

Why is Jeremiah getting all of your attention?

Xavier furrows his eyebrows as your eyes concentrate on the screen. You haven't said a word to him nor glanced at him this whole time he'd been standing next to you.

Looks like he'll just have to... work hard to win your attention.

And so, Xavier settled in front of you, right between your legs, then got on his knees.

He managed to get you to look at him as he rested his chin on your thighs, though he couldn't hold your attention for long because Jeremiah had stolen it once again and you're forced to stare at your game.

As you start a particularly challenging level, Xavier starts off by leaving kisses on your thighs. He makes sure that his smooching sounds are loud enough for the microphone on the headset to catch.

Then, he reaches your upper thighs.

Just a few inches away from your core, his tongue runs over your soft skin before gently nipping on them, then he slowly sucks in your flesh to leave his mark.

His ears caught a pause on the movements of the controller, which means you've taken a second to stop.

But Xavier keeps going.

He continued to leave marks all over your thighs, going higher and higher every time until he reached the middle of your thighs.

It just so happens that you're wearing a skirt, so all he had to do was push its hem upwards to get to your clothed pussy.

Xavier goes straight to business and his tongue runs over your covered slit. You squealed at the sudden action, back arching while your right hand went down on top of Xavier's head.

"Huh? Are you okay?" Xavier hears Jeremiah ask.

You gulped as you look down at Xavier, catching him with an innocent smile with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Ahahaha, it's nothing..."

You try your best to keep playing, but your hands weakened at the moment Xavier pulls down your underwear.

He buries his mouth into your cunt, and his tongue grazes your clit, making you let out a loud gasp that had you almost dropping the controller.

"What was that?! Are you sure you're okay?!"

"Mhmm... fine...."

You force yourself to keep your mouth shut as Xavier eats you out, humming loudly with content while doing so.

"Wait, was that Xavier?"

"Mmmm, yeah..."

You spread your legs wider and ran your fingers through Xavier's hair, urging him to continue.

"Actually, do you think we could continue playing this at another — "

A moan out of your lips prevented you from finishing your sentence.

Just then, Xavier stands up and steals the headset from you. He spoke on the mic for a second just to say, "We'll be busy for some time. Bye." He then sets the device aside.

Xavier turns to you, with an obvious tent in his pajama pants, face red and pupils dilated. You could almost see his dark clouds of jealousy hovering above his head.

"Looks like you finally noticed me."

"I'm — "

Xavier picks you up from the chair and brings you over to the bed. However, he doesn't set you down on the mattress. Instead, he lets you stand by the end of the bed, and he positions himself behind you before lightly behind you over.

Xavier kisses your ear before whispering, "Do I need to show to you that I'm more entertaining than Jeremiah? That I'm more worthy of your attention?"

You were left speechless as Xavier's hands pulled up your skirt and pulled down your underwear. Then, you hear the rustling of his clothes, right before you feel the tip of his cock rubbing against your pussy.

Your lips parted and a quiet gasp sliped through them while Xavier teases you. His left arm is wrapped around your waist while his right hand is on the mattress of the bed to keep the both of you stable from all the movements that he will be making.

He kisses you on the cheek before his cock fully slides into you, causing your body to jolt forward. Xavier's arm keeps your body against him as his thrusts become rougher.

His groans are muffled by your skin as he leaves even more marks on your shoulders while his hips moves eratically, making your knees weak and your insides tingly.

At the moment you clench around his cock, Xavier moans loudly and shoots his load into you, mixing in with your own orgasm that came a moment after.

He remained inside you for a while, throbbing while his chest heaves to catch his breath. Then, he pulls out and sits down on the bed before pulling you down to sit you on his lap.

You wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled him close. "You know... Jeremiah was just playing with me because he's practicing to beat you."

He chuckles. "He can try, but — " he then paused as he realized something. "Wait, I think I forgot to turn off the console and headset..."

"What?!"

[404lizzylizard]

Decipher This

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Ditzy!Reader (Forensics Mythologist, ERT)

Summary: reader is a ditzy but brilliant forensics mythologist from the Evidence Response Team and a friend of Penelope. When the BAU struggles with a cryptic case, Penelope calls her in. Despite seeming scatterbrained and rambling off topic, she quickly deciphers the symbol no one else can.

Tone: PG, humor, mild fluff

word count: 703

a/n: literally made that job title up but we’re gonna role with it. Also shout out to google cause I had no idea about the history of symbols.

The bullpen was quiet in that tense, worried way that meant everyone was stuck.

Spencer was pacing, gesturing with one hand as he rattled off theories. “The symbol is vaguely Celtic, but the lines are wrong. It has Masonic elements but not consistent enough. And the numerology in the corners doesn’t reduce to anything meaningful—”

JJ looked between the board and him. “So... you don’t know what it is?”

Spencer bristled, pushing his hair back. “Not yet.”

Penelope, perched on the corner of Hotch’s desk with her laptop, sighed dramatically. “Okay, don’t get mad... but I think I know someone who might know.”

Morgan raised an eyebrow. “Better than Boy Genius here?”

Penelope patted his shoulder. “He’s not threatened. Are you, sugar?”

Spencer frowned but mumbled, “No.”

Hotch didn’t even look up. “Do it.”

Ten minutes later there was the sound of hurried footsteps in the hallway and an enthusiastic, singsong greeting before the door even opened:

“Hiiii BAU people!”

You pushed in, slightly breathless, a folder tucked under your arm, hair a bit mussed, Penelope scurrying behind you like she was corralling a puppy.

Spencer blinked.

You blinked back.

“Spencer Reid!” you announced, like you’d just won a game show. “You wrote that piece on colonial burial symbols in Forensics Quarterly! I loved it!”

He blinked harder. “You... read that?”

“Of course I did,” you chirped, dropping your folder and immediately crouching to pick up the papers you’d scattered. “Oops. Sorry. I read everything about colonial death rituals and coded symbology, it’s so—oh, wait, is that the symbol?”

You hopped back up and nearly collided with him, squinting at the board.

Hotch raised an eyebrow at Penelope.

She spread her hands in frantic jazz-hands of please trust me.

You peered closer, nose practically pressed to the picture. “Hm. Hm. Oh my gosh.”

You spun, narrowly avoiding smacking Reid in the face with your hair. “Do you have a pen? Pen? Pen? Never mind, I have a crayon.”

You produced a purple crayon from your coat pocket and began sketching on the back of one of Reid’s printouts.

Emily exchanged a look with Morgan.

Reid was speechless.

You babbled while you drew. “So the outer circle is wrong if you think it’s Celtic. It’s actually based on Rosicrucian variants. But they borrowed from alchemical cipher scripts, see? And then the inner part is Latin shorthand, just a weird one actually, wait, they used a funerary ligature system from 18th century Venice which is just so cool. I went there once, the pigeons are actually so aggressive, like I had a sandwich and they—”

“Focus!” Penelope chirped, clapping.

“Oh! Right! Sorry. Anyway.” You circled a section of the drawing. “It literally says ‘Judgment is Coming’ in an encoded form of Latin. This little line here changes the tense. Without that stroke it would have meant ‘Judged.’ Whole different vibe.”

Silence.

Spencer leaned in slowly. “Wait. How did you... you recognized it just like that?”

You beamed at him. “It’s my job, Dr. Reid. Forensics Mythologist. Symbol systems are kind of my thing. ERT keeps me busy. It’s amazing what you can learn if you hyper-fixate on crypt symbols for fifteen years! Also you wrote that really good breakdown of Puritan grave iconography, it’s super useful. Seriously. Top tier.”

Spencer actually turned pink.

Emily coughed into her hand to hide a laugh. Morgan didn’t even bother. Hotch just sighed — but in a way that sounded like relief.

Penelope grabbed your shoulders. “You. Are. An. Angel.”

“Oh!” You glanced at your watch. “Gotta go. I think I left my car door unlocked. Again. Last time a raccoon got in. Anyway, hope that helps! Bye guys!”

You waved, nearly hit the doorframe on the way out, then vanished down the hall with your crayon still in hand.

Penelope turned back to the stunned team, clapping her hands like a satisfied matchmaker.

“Well? Aren’t you glad I called her?”

Spencer was still staring at the door, a tiny smile creeping onto his face.

Morgan elbowed him. “Reid. You okay there?”

Spencer blinked, adjusting his tie.

“She, uh. She read my article.”

Morgan snorted. “Yeah. Try not to propose in front of the unsub.”

Spencer didn’t even bother denying

- Lizzy lizarddd 🦎 (I wanna change my user)

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PREC𝒾S . . when you gotta go but they need you closer, right in their arms.

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HEESEUNG

“one last kiss!”

“heeseung, go—” you groan in frustration, although your words are laced with half affection as you try to close the door on him, only for him to stop it by his hands, stepping inside.

you sigh at his smirk, arms crossed while he's putting on his best act, hand over his chest and all, words dripping with mock despair. “you're breaking my heart, angel,”

“and you're overreacting,” you huff, but honestly, you don't mind this one bit.

“one last kiss,” his hands find your waist, backing you up against the nearest wall. he feels your breath hitch, his own heart racing as he leans his forehead against yours and whispers softly. “just one, and i'll leave. i promise,”

it's like you're talking in gazes— yours fixating on him while his travels down to your lips. it only takes a brief second before you find yourself gravitating towards him, your lips moulding with his in a deep, slow kiss.

you gasp when he pulls you closer by your waist, tilting his head for a better angle, arms wrapping themselves around you like a lifeline. it's something between a longing hug and a needy kiss, and you're not sure if he's going home tonight.

JONGSEONG

it happens when he extends his arm to reach out for you.

cold. and he groans softly.

jongseong is a heavy sleeper and the only thing that can wake him up in an instant is you, or rather— your absence.

he opens his eyes, squinting them at your sleeping figure which is all warm & snug under the beige duvet. the sound of bedsheet shuffling fills his ears as he extends his arms and wraps them around you, pulling you flush against him.

“seong?” you mumble, voice dazed by the sweet slumber that was now interrupted by his sudden hug.

“nothing baby, go to sleep,” he whispers softly, pressing a soft kiss over your cheeks. you're not convinced but honestly, you're too sleepy to implore further.

so instead, you shift even close to him, arms wrapped around his waist, legs tangled, your warm breath fanning against his bare chest— a drowsy smile finds its way to his lips.

he could get used to this.

JAEYUN

“can't you stay longer?” you should've seen it coming, honestly. his constant need to hold your hand, soft caresses on your knuckles like feather on water while he was driving, the grip on your hand that keeps getting firmer as the car approaches your house— he's not ready to let you go yet.

“baby, i promise we'll meet again tomorrow,” you attempt reassuring him as he pulls over at your place, gently taking your hands out of his and cupping his face.

“yes but tomorrow,” he melts in your touch, lips jutted forward in a pout. “way too long”

it's hard to say no when he's being so desperate, giving you his best puppy eyes that are sparkling with pure love and yearning, the pout being cherry on top.

you can't help but laugh at his insistence, pressing your lips against the tip of his nose. “you're insatiable,”

“can't blame me, i have a beautiful girlfriend,” he knows he's got you right where he wants. it's in the way you let him press fluttering kisses on your cheeks, allowing his hands to pull you into a warm hug by your waist. “how am i supposed to live without her?”

and you know your next words are going to be a lie but you end up speaking anyway, sighing mockingly. “just five minutes more,”

SUNGHOON

sunghoon would never admit to being a clingy boyfriend even though his actions say otherwise every time you two are together.

“get up now,” you tell him for the fifth time now, hands ghosting up his hair and moving to his shoulders.

“mhm,” he hums in response, or perhaps it's discontentment with the way he holds you a little tighter, nuzzling his face in your stomach. “keep doing that,”

“doing what?”

“the thing you were doing with my hair,” you can feel his words brush against your skin, your top slightly lifted up as he draws random patterns on the bare skin of your waist. “it feels nice,”

and you can't help but comply, your fingers getting lost in his soft brown locks. the scent of his shampoo draws you in and your lips curl into a smile when you feel him relax further under your touch.

“don't stop, please,” his voice is quiet, laced with a silver of desperation, his need for you to be close. he only hugs you tighter, a breathy chuckle erupting from your mouth when he buries his face in your belly.

and sunghoon is definitely not a clingy boyfriend, but you don't mind if your mornings start a bit late just because he wants you to hug him and play with his hair a few minutes more. “i won't,”

SUNOO

your boyfriend has been following you around wordlessly for a while now,

he finally musters up the courage to reach out to you, hugging you instantly, afraid of looking at you in the eyes. “you're mad at me,”

“i am not, sunoo. let go,” you try to reassure him, hands on his arms as you gently push him away with a snicker, only for him to hug you tighter.

“you aren't even looking at me,” he's pouting now, once starry eyes now drowning in guilt as they refuse to let go of the sight of you. “ it completely slipped my mind. i swear it wasn't intentional.”

and sunoo isn't the one to forget plans. he makes them, he's the first one to get ready. it's unusual, rare, when he misses a date— your first time in two years and perhaps that's why it stings a little more than you had expected, but you do understand his urgency towards work.

you nod, caressing his cheeks, lips pressed in a thin line. “i know and it's okay,”

“really?” he wants to believe you, he hopes you mean it, and if you don't, he's ready to try a million times to make it up to you. “i love you,”

you don't get a chance to respond, words left unsaid on the tip of your tongue when he starts pressing butterfly kisses all over your face.

“never—” he whispers, pressing a kiss on your forehead. “—ever—” and then on both your cheeks, followed by the tip of your nose. “—forget that,” and lastly, on your lips.

JUNGWON

“do we have to go?” he asks with almost pleading eyes, the whiney voice only lurching your heart further when you look at him.

“yes,” you respond with a gentle kiss on his forehead before pulling back, your hands still cupping his face. “before our friends notice our absence,”

“i hate keeping this a secret,” he doesn't break eye contact when he says this, kissing both your palms simultaneously before his hands go back to your hips, wanting to have you in his lap just a little longer. “just wanna show you off, darling,”

it leaves you breathless when he tugs you closer to him, the lack of space in the storage not helping you with keeping your sanity together.

it's dark, you feel his warm breath fanning against your face. you almost lose all your reasoning before composing yourself. “we'll tell them soon,”

“promise?”

and you nod, caressing his cheeks gently under your fingertips. “promise,”

“okay, now let me kiss you more,” he doesn't let you respond, immediately brings his lips back to yours, and when you hear a knock on the door, your lips kiss-swollen, lipstick smudged on his— you realise you can't keep it a secret anymore.

NI-KI

“riki let go—” you try getting away for the hundredth time, hands on his chest— your best attempt at stepping away and once again, he manages to pull you in against him.

“shut up,” he mutters against your hair, pressing butterfly kisses before bringing his head down to your ear, whispering. “you talk too much,”

the hint of irritation in his voice is betrayed by the softness of his touch, in the way he gently takes your arms and wraps them around his waist, as if they belong there.

your head is tilted all the way up, chin resting on his chest and he looks even more handsome under the streetlight. “if my parents find out, they're killing both of us,”

“then i'll make sure to find you in my next life too,” and you don't know what has gotten into him— even he is surprised, but none of you say anything, letting the silence speak for your hearts.

“cheesy,” you whisper against his hoodie, melting in the warmth of his embrace in the cold night, biting back a smile when you hear him whisper a quiet 'i love you' in the crook of your neck.

[tfwbluu]

PAIRING — ni-ki + f!reader + jungwon

WARNINGS — 8th member!reader, hints of reader having smth with all of them, some mentions of reader’s appearance but i tried to keep it friendly for everyone, heejay cameo, blindfolds and cuffs again, threesome, oral (f. rec), raw sex (stay safe!), squirting, cum eating(?), double penetration (mouth + hole), edging, pet names, praise/degradation.

WORDCOUNT — 3.3K

NOTE — this was long overdue but it’s here! not beta read so sorry if it’s a bit wonky (not intentional). lots of warnings on this one so lmk if i missed anything !

It was another day of recording, this time for one of your b-sides, Brought the Heat Back. The concept was intense, and all of you were adorned in scratches and faux blood to match the gritty, rebellious aesthetic. You were dressed in an off-shoulder dress shirt held up by thin white straps, a loosely draped tie wrapped around your neck, flared jeans, and black short heels—only for the shoot, of course.

Your hair had been left mostly untouched, styled as you usually wore it, with the addition of a few silver accessories glinting under the lights. Your look was completed with simple hoops in your ears and fake snakebite piercings on your lower lip, which you kept fiddling with absentmindedly as you waited for the next take.

“(Name) got some cool lip piercings over mine being scratched up,” Jay suddenly commented, drawing the camera’s attention to you.

“Hm?” You looked up before leaning toward the camera with a playful smile. “Look, everyone, I got these piercings recently!” you joked, puckering your lips for emphasis.

Jay snorted, playing along. “I got hurt while eating, so I couldn’t get those.” He gestured toward the fake scratches on his face. “And I banged my head on a door while rushing to not be late!” He nodded to himself, satisfied with his joke, while you giggled softly.

The day carried on as usual, taking shots here and there while filming for the behind-the-scenes content. The shoot wrapped up smoothly, with everyone exchanging the customary “Good jobs” and words of gratitude. You sank into the couch with a satisfied sigh, the exhaustion from the day settling in, while the others began scattering to do their own thing.

As you leaned back, you felt a lingering gaze on you. Looking up, your eyes locked with Jungwon’s. He tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable but intense. Raising an eyebrow, you silently asked what he wanted.

“Meet me in my room later,” Jungwon murmured softly as he passed by, his voice low enough that only you could hear. His words sent a ripple of curiosity and nervousness through you, but you nodded in agreement without hesitation.

Later that evening, back at the dorms, Jungwon wasted no time. The moment you entered his room, he closed the door behind you and pressed you against it, his lips capturing yours in a heated kiss.

“Mmph—Won, w-wait—” you tried to speak, your words muffled against his lips. But Jungwon simply grunted in response, his hands gripping your waist tightly as his body molded against yours.

“I can’t,” he whispered hoarsely, his lips trailing down to your jaw before returning to your mouth, his kisses growing more desperate. “I’ve been holding back for so long, watching you with those lip piercings of yours.”

His thumb brushed against your lips, as he took a moment to look at you. “Please,” he murmured, his voice soft yet pleading. His gaze was fixated on your lips, the intensity in his eyes making your heart race.

A knock on the door made both of you flinch.

“Hyung, is Noona with you in there?” Riki’s voice rang from behind the door.

“What’s up, Riki?” you responded quickly, pushing Jungwon away slightly as you tried to tidy up your appearance.

“Can I come in? Need to give you something,” Riki replied, waiting for permission.

“Go ahead, Ki,” Jungwon muttered reluctantly, turning his back to the door to hide the growing tension in his pants. His annoyance was clear, though he tried to mask it. Meanwhile, you did your best to make yourself look presentable.

Riki stepped inside, holding a handful of snacks. “Got you these, Noona. You said you’d been craving them, right?” he said, handing them to you with a small smile.

“Oh! Yeah, thanks, Riki,” you replied, beaming in gratitude.

“Also, Hyung,” Riki added with a smirk, “if you’re gonna make out with someone, at least move away from the door. It’s obvious.”

Both you and Jungwon froze, snapping your heads toward him.

“Ha-ha, don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jungwon muttered, feigning ignorance.

“Yes, you do,” Riki shot back. “It’s obvious you like Noona. I’ve seen the way you look at her.”

Jungwon’s jaw tightened, but before he could retort, Riki continued, his voice tinged with playful defiance. “I know that because I like her too, Hyung.”

Your head darted between the two of them, the tension in the room so thick it was almost suffocating. You set down the snacks Riki had brought you, your hands slightly trembling.

“Well… what now?” you asked nervously, your voice barely above a whisper. Both of their heads snapped toward you at the same time, their intense gazes locking onto you, making your cheeks flush as you quickly averted your eyes.

Perhaps it was instinct or an unspoken agreement between the two because, within moments, Jungwon pulled you into his embrace and kissed you deeply, his hands gripping your waist with firm possessiveness. Before you could fully process it, you felt a warm chest press against your back—Riki’s.

“Stop being so greedy, Hyung,” Riki grumbled, pulling you away from Jungwon with a frown.

“Just say you’re jealous I got to her first,” Jungwon taunted, a smug smirk tugging at his lips.

“You wish. You’re delusional if you think you’ve won—Noona and I kissed long before you two did, which means I’m better,” Riki shot back, his pride shining through every word.

Jungwon’s smirk faltered briefly before he proposed, “Why don’t we let her decide?”

Both of their gazes locked onto you, making your cheeks burn as you tried to hide your face behind your hands.

“You two…” you mumbled, your voice small and flustered beyond belief.

“Can’t we show you who’s better at treating you, pretty?” Riki asked, his voice soft as he gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to, Princess,” Jungwon murmured, pulling your hands from your face to press a tender kiss on your forehead. “Don’t feel pressured. Just say the word, and we’ll stop.”

“Yeah, Noona,” Riki added, his tone gentle. “We can wait. It’s your call.”

You stayed silent for a moment, your mind racing. Being the only woman in the group had its challenges—and its perks. This wasn’t the first time you’d kissed one of your members, but this situation was entirely different. As much as you wanted to deny the offer, the slick heat between your thighs betrayed you.

“Maybe… if you treat me well,” you finally said, your voice soft as you broke the tension, agreeing to their offer.

“Of course,” Jungwon replied smoothly, his tone gentle yet firm. “But first…”

Jungwon guided the three of you into a quiet discussion, his words careful and measured. He ensured everything was clear, setting boundaries and understanding your comfort level before anything else. The conversation was brief but reassuring, leaving you with a sense of ease.

It didn’t take long for things to escalate afterward. Now, you found yourself perched on Riki’s lap at the edge of the bed, his lips pressing against yours in a fiery, hungry kiss. Meanwhile, Jungwon’s soft shuffling filled the background as he rummaged through a drawer. “Just grabbing the necessities,” he muttered with a low chuckle, amusement lacing his tone.

Breaking the kiss, Riki’s lips moved down your body, leaving feather-light kisses on your neck. “Remember, you’re in control, angel. Just tell us if anything is too much,” Riki reassured, his lips now suckling on your neck.

When he found your sensitive spot, a small moan escaped your lips. “Oh, here?” Riki teased, sucking a bit harder on your skin.

“That tickles...” you muttered, squirming slightly away. Suddenly, your vision was obstructed—a blindfold covering your eyes.

“W-what’s this...?” you asked, your voice unsteady.

Jungwon was quick to respond, his voice smooth and teasing. “Guessing game, princess. You’ll have to figure out who’s touching you, kissing you, and fucking you. Get it right, and you’ll be rewarded. Get it wrong...” he trailed off, his hands roaming slowly down your body before settling on your breasts, squeezing and kneading until a soft moan slipped from your lips. “And you don’t get to cum until you do.”

“We’ll take care of you, angel. Just relax,” Riki murmured near your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. His deft fingers began unbuttoning your shirt, and Jungwon, working in unison, slipped it off with ease before unhooking your bra. Within moments, you were left in just your bottoms. Jungwon’s hands quickly found your wrists, and before you could register what was happening, the soft click of cuffs secured your hands behind you.

“No touching, no seeing, baby. Just guess. You can do that, right?” Jungwon whispered, pulling you off Riki’s lap. He moved you to the couch in the middle of the room, propping your legs up. “Can I take them off?” his voice asked gently.

You nodded, letting out a soft, “Please.” He slid off your pants and panties in one motion, exposing your soaked core to the cool air.

The rustle of clothing in the background caught your attention as you breathed in anticipation. “Can one of you please just touch me alread—ah~!” you yelped as soft lips pressed against your folds, teasing your thighs as hands spread your legs. You couldn’t even tell who was doing it, but you were already moaning in need.

“Please, just do it already...” you whined, bucking your hips. A soft chuckle echoed before a tongue started leaving kitten licks on your wet folds. “Mhm, right there...” you sighed in relief.

They moved to suck on your clit, spreading your folds with their fingers before pushing them in. A loud scream escaped your lips, only to be muffled by a hand from behind you.

“Fuhhhghk...” you cursed against the hand, the one between your legs now curling their fingers inside your dripping pussy while teasing your clit with their tongue.

The man behind you toyed with your nipples, pinching and stroking them with one hand while keeping your sounds muffled with the other. Despite knowing the room was soundproof, you couldn’t help but wonder why he silenced you—until his fingers prodded your lips. Obediently, you opened your mouth, sucking on them as drool coated his fingers while he thrust them gently.

Wet lewd noises filled the room—the sound of your moans, your juices, and their synchronized movements blending together. The knot in your stomach tightened, making your hips buck against their tongue. The one behind you removed his fingers from your mouth, using your own drool to coat your nipples before playing with them softly.

Despite the blindfold obscuring your vision, you started piecing things together. The fingers working inside you felt slightly shorter than the ones that had been in your mouth. Leaning your head back slightly, you felt the firm outline of abs behind you, hinting at his height and build.

The sensations overwhelmed you, your moans growing louder as your release drew near. Desperate, you made a guess. “Please, Won… fuck… c-close!” you whimpered, his name falling from your lips in desperation.

“Good girl...” Jungwon’s voice confirmed your guess as he worked faster, his tongue and fingers driving you toward your peak.

“Jungwon…!” you cried out, trembling.

“I know, baby. Let go f’ me,” he murmured, watching intently as you finally let go, your body twitching uncontrollably before you squirted.

He immediately lapped up your juices, savoring the moment as he cleaned you up, leaving a soft kiss on your folds before pulling away with a satisfied hum.

“You can take a few more, right?” Riki said, his voice low and teasing as he pulled your head back for a heated kiss before slipping away from behind you, leaving you panting and trembling from the aftermath of your high.

The room was silent except for the rustling of movement and your ragged breathing. Your body trembled, overly sensitive, every nerve alight and begging for relief. Suddenly, your legs were lifted, propped against strong shoulders, the action sending a fresh wave of anticipation coursing through you.

A familiar pressure followed—a thick, hard tip tapping lightly against your clit, dragging along your slick folds in slow, teasing strokes before pausing at your entrance.

A whine escaped your lips at the unbearable sensitivity. Without warning, the head pushed in, stretching you inch by inch until they were fully seated inside. They started moving immediately, their thrusts slow and deliberate, dragging every nerve along your walls and leaving you gasping.

“Fuck… yes, yes, right there—hngh…” you babbled incoherently, the stretch filling you so perfectly it made your head spin. They weren’t especially long, but their girth was sinful, every stroke pulling you deeper into the haze.

The lack of sight amplified everything—every sound, every touch, every sensation. Your wrists strained against the cuffs, but there was no escape from the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you. Their pace picked up, hips snapping into yours, the wet sounds of skin meeting skin echoing through the room, mingling with your cries. The knot in your stomach tightened, the pressure building rapidly, but just as you teetered on the edge of release, they pulled out abruptly.

“No—please!” you cried, your voice raw and desperate as the emptiness left you shaking.

Laughter, low and teasing, sounded on either side of you. Their voices followed, disorienting you further as they whispered in unison, one voice in your left ear, the other in your right.

“You have to guess, baby,” one murmured, his tone sultry and amused.

“Guess it right, and maybe we’ll both reward you,” the other added, his voice a breathy tease.

Hands roamed your body, stroking, squeezing, teasing, but their touches were indistinguishable. The anticipation was maddening, your body twitching with every featherlight caress.

“Who was it, angel?” one asked, the whisper brushing against your ear, the heat of his breath making you shiver.

“Think carefully,” the other teased, his voice dangerously soft as his lips ghosted over your neck.

Your head spun, the sensory overload leaving you utterly at their mercy. Before you could answer, another set of hands slid up your thighs, lifting them slightly before a cock pressed back inside you, filling you in one smooth stroke. You gasped, your back arching as the rhythm began again, this time faster, more deliberate, coaxing every reaction out of you.

“Who is it?” one of them whispered, their tone deep and commanding, their lips brushing against the shell of your ear. A hand tangled in your hair, tugging gently, just enough to send a sharp spark of pleasure through you.

You opened your mouth to answer, but another voice purred against your lips before you could speak. “Careful, baby. Get it wrong, and we might have to start over.”

The stretch, the pace, the way they claimed you—it was impossible to think straight. Every sound, every movement, every word blended together, leaving you guessing, your mind a haze of desire and need.

“Take your time, princess,” one murmured, his lips grazing your jaw as the thrusts continued.

“No rush,” the other whispered, his tone dripping with amusement. “We’ve got all night.”

The overwhelming sensations made it nearly impossible to think straight. Your body trembled, teetering on the edge of delirium. Their teasing whispers, so close to your ears, blurred together, sending shivers down your spine.

‘Shit…’ you thought, barely able to focus, the lingering edge of your denied release making everything feel magnified. It didn’t help that the way they alternated, the subtle differences in their movements, forced you to pay attention to every inch of their touch.

“Ah—fuck!” you cried out suddenly as the current one inside you hit your g-spot with precision, causing your back to arch off the couch.

“Ahh, it’s right here, huh, angel?” he teased, his voice a deep growl as his lips brushed against your ear, his hips snapping harder and faster into you.

“Feels so good, doesn’t it, pretty?” the other murmured from beside you, his hand gripping your neck firmly, holding you steady as you squirmed beneath them.

The combination of sensations left you on the brink of being completely cock-drunk, your mind fuzzy and your body responding instinctively. But you forced yourself to focus, trying to distinguish between them.

The one before was a decent length, thick and stretching you with every thrust. But the one in you now? He was longer, thinner, reaching places that left you gasping for breath. You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to gather your thoughts despite the way your body was screaming for more.

“Have you decided?” one of them asked, their tone a mix of amusement and anticipation.

Taking a shaky breath, you finally spoke, your voice hoarse and trembling. Your lips parted, the answer teetering on the edge of your tongue, as another thrust sent sparks shooting through your nerves, nearly making you second-guess yourself.

“W-Won then, Ki…?” you gasped, breath hitching as his thrusts slowed before he pulled out again, leaving you whining in frustration.

“My, you seem to know us so well, angel,” Riki's voice rang clearer now, no longer whispering.

“Gonna have to treat her to something good, right, Ki?” Jungwon added, pressing a kiss to your neck. “Such a smart girl.”

“Mhm… please, ’m yours…” you murmured, breathless, as they carried you back onto the bed, your head hanging slightly over the edge.

“Blindfolds—on or off?” Jungwon asked softly, standing over you, his gaze intense as his hands stroked himself gently.

“O-on.. please,” you replied, causing Riki to comment, “What a dirty girl,” His body suddenly pushing back into you with a swift move, making you yelp. He moved quickly against you, his arms holding your knees tightly.

“Shh, you’re so loud, baby,” Jungwon said, tapping his tip near your lips, causing you to open them obediently. “Or you wanna show how much of a cockslut you are, hmm?” he teased, moving gently into your mouth, your moans muffled sending vibrations through him.

Jungwon groaned as you hummed on his dick, holding onto the back of your neck to balance you as he fucked your mouth. “Such a good cockslut for us, right Ki?”

“Mhm, such a good girl for us.” Riki replied, biting his lips as he watched himself going in and out of you.

Feeling their cocks filling you both ways had your head spinning, waves of pleasure surging through your sensitive body. Your muffled moans sent vibrations along Jungwon’s length, drawing a low groan from him as he bucked his hips, his restraint fraying with each passing moment.

Both of them began to pick up their pace, Riki’s hands gripping your hips firmly. “Your pussy’s taking me in so perfectly, angel” he growled, his hips snapping into you with a steady rhythm.

“Such a pretty girl taking us both so well,” Jungwon praised, his hand stroking your flushed cheek as his hips continued their relentless rhythm in your mouth. He gazed down at you, a hint of admiration in his voice. “Close?”

You hummed weakly, the vibration sent a shudder through him, and his voice grew more strained as his release teetered on the edge.

“Cum for us, angel.”

The next morning, it was safe to say they found themselves in a rather questionable situation. The boys assumed you were still peacefully resting in bed after the events of the previous day. But the same couldn't be said for the other two.

“I can’t believe you two,” Heeseung said, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration as the two youngest members sat awkwardly on the couch.

“Sorry—” Jungwon began, but you suddenly cut him off.

“Seung-ah, it’s fine,” you said, appearing in the doorway with a gentle smile. “Besides, I think you’re just jealous. If you want me, just say so, baby—but keep these two out of it.”

Heeseung froze for a moment, clearly trying to process your teasing words, before completely blowing a fuse. The two younger boys cried out in panic, while you giggled and walked off, ready to go back to sleep.

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pairing. bf¡drew && reader

content. fluff

summary. drew is obsessed with his new camera… && his girlfriend

drew always wanted to try new hobbies. whether it was chess, basketball (which he sucked at), baseball (which he was slightly better at), painting (which he only liked doing together), or photography—his new fixation. he had done a bunch of research on all the best cameras, types of film, and new settings to try. he was obsessed—in a cute way. you loved watching his puzzled look illuminated by his laptop screen when he was looking at new cameras to buy—his brows furrowing together trying to read all the different specs.

so, once his newest camera arrived, he wanted to take it for a test drive. drew stood up from the couch and made his way to your guys’ bedroom. it only took a few steps since your apartment was kind of small—in the cozy way—you always wanted an apartment in the city, and drew was happy to provide. once you saw this place, you fell in love with its charm and character. all drew needed to see was the way your eyes lit up, and he gave the landlord a check that day, without hesitation.

“hey baby,” drew said calmly, moving to hover over you while you laid on your bed. he had encased you with his arms on either side of you, palms against the bed and his face was getting progressively closer to yours.

“hey, what’s up?,” you replied quietly with a soft smile and laugh that made his heart melt instantly.

“wanna go out. get food, walk around, whatever. put on somethin’ pretty for me, mkay?,” he said, signature smirk adorning his structured face.

“mkay,” you had a curious look on your face, but chose not to ask any questions. you were happy just spending time with him—no matter what you did. he gave you a quick peck before hoisting himself off the bed and walking out of the room.

per his request, you got up from bed, picking out a cute little ‘day-out’ outfit that was good for anything he had planned. after fixing your curls a little, and putting on some light makeup you walked out into the living space, giving drew a little show as you strutted out theatrically.

“how do i look? and yes, you’re allowed to say amazing,” you said as drew looked up from his phone to see you standing there looking absolutely ethereal. he stood up from the couch to walk over to you.

“like a goddess, baby,” he said as he placed his hands on your hips, and pulled you closer. the way he looked right into your eyes made your heart skip a beat.

“ooo even better. yeah, i like that,” you said, pushing your lips out and squinting like you were impressed, before he leaned in to capture your lips. he didn’t waste any time pushing his tongue past your lips, and you gladly accepted him, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull yourself even closer. his grip on your hips tightened as he pulled you flush to him, deepening the kiss.

drew pulled back with a hazy look on his face, like kissing you just cleared his mind.

“mm, ‘s much as i would love to keep doing this, we got places to be, sweetheart,” he said with a lazy smile, releasing his hold on your hips and reaching for your favorite purse, “your bag m’lady,” he said holding it out to you on his fingers.

“oh thank you, sir,” you laughed, grabbing it from him, and placing it on your shoulder. the two of you left your apartment, making your way down the stairs, and into the city.

“sooo what’re we doing?,” you asked, hands secured behind your back as you walked side by side down the pavement.

“jus’ exploring y’know…,” drew responded, looking around for a good spot to test his camera.

“you got a new camera didn’t you, baby?,” you smiled mischievously, knowing what was about to happen in this ‘outing’.

“uh yeah i got a new camera,” he laughed, shaking his head as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

—

as the two of you sat at a table outside your favorite little ‘hole-in-the-wall’ restaurant, eating your lunch, drew didn’t hesitate to tell you all about his new camera. unfortunately, even with his current obsession, you had no idea what any of it meant. it didn’t matter though—you were happy just to sit and listen to him talk, and he was even happier to be heard. but, eventually all the tech talk became too much and you had both long since finished your food. he had to be stopped. you reached out onto the table to hold his hands in yours.

“baby, baby… i love you, and you know i love hearing you talk, but can you please just work your magic, and take some pictures,” you said with a hopeful smile that drew, of course, couldn’t say no to. he lifted himself out of his chair and grabbed your hand.

“‘course baby, c’mon let’s go. i found a cool spot when we were walking earlier,” he said happily, pulling you up from your seat.

“okay, okay! i’m coming!,” you laughed as your boyfriend dragged you behind him.

—

“you know my favorite thing about this new hobby?,” drew asked with a cheeky smile.

“what?,” you asked, walking away from him, into the spot where he told you to stand.

“having an excuse for my beautiful girlfriend to model for me whenever i want,” he said, lifting the camera up to point the lens at you. you just smiled and shook your head at his response.

you were currently just standing in the middle of some road that cars weren’t permitted on. you weren’t sure what drew found so appealing about this specific spot, but you weren’t the visionary here.

“what now?,” you stood there, awkwardly, awaiting his instructions.

“what now… you say that like you’ve never done this before. don’t be humble babe, y’know what to do,” he said with a smirk, your laughter filled his ears and he swore he fell in love with you more and more every day. you were literally his dream girl, and he knew he would never find someone like you. your wide eyes, and big, beautiful smile. the way you could make him laugh until he was crying, and the way you got him like no one else did.

he was gonna marry you—one day—he just knew it. he had to at this point because he was pretty sure he wouldn’t physically be able to go another day without you.

“my beautiful muse,” he whispered to himself, one eye closed while he peaked into the viewfinder and clicked the shutter button again.

you continued doing random poses until you ran out of ideas. drew didn’t mind though, he had gotten plenty of new pictures to add to his collection. he was a photographer, but it seemed the only thing he photographed… was you.

you in the city, you in bed, you with your coffee in the morning, you on the subway, you eating, you doing just about anything. his collection was growing, and he loved it.

—

you both walked around some more until your feet got tired, and drew got too excited to develop these pictures so, you headed home. by the time you got back to the front door of your apartment building, the sun was setting—and you had just had the most perfect day.

once you both walked through the apartment door, the first thing you did was change, and the first thing drew did was get the film out of his camera. he was so excited to see how these turned out—that was the great thing about you, you made any picture look good. he turned on the lamp beside the couch, because he knew you didn’t like the big light overhead the living space. you eventually joined him on the couch after changing into a t-shirt and some tiny lounge shorts, head resting on his shoulder as he looked at the now processed pictures.

“look how good they turned out, baby. straight outta a magazine. that’s my girl,” he kissed the top of your head while you just smiled. you turned up to face him, to watch his eyes wander over the images of you in high contrast with the perfect lighting. you had to admit they looked amazing. not because you were in them, but because your wonderful boyfriend had taken them, and he clearly knew his way around a camera because they looked professional.

he pulled out a large photo album that you didn’t even know he had, and flipped it open to the first unoccupied page, which was at least half way through the book.

“what is this?,” you looked up at him and asked with a curious smile on your face.

“my photos,” he said before you took the album out of his hands, and began flipping through it—they were all of you.

“why are they all me?,” you asked.

“because photography is about photographing what inspires you, and you inspire me,” drew responded softly, putting his arm around you.

“aw, drew! that’s so sweet. are you kidding?! these are amazing,” you said, flipping through some more pages.

“yeah? you like ‘em?,” he rubbed the back of his neck with his other hand, like he was actually nervous you wouldn’t like them.

“like them? i love them! you’re so talented baby,” you drifted off, admiring the quality of the photos.

“well it’s easy to get a good photo when you’re the focal point… you’re my muse,” drew looked at you, pupils blown, and the golden cast of the lamp on his face. you didn’t think he could be any more perfect.

“you’re my muse,” you responded softly with a warm smile on your face.

oh yeah, he was gonna marry you.

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HIII! can you write a fic in which Rafe and reader are like friends w benefits who are also roommates, and she’s been ignoring him for a while and he’s loosing his shit trying to figure out why. And one night he confronts her and she reveals that she’s pregnant and he’s so ecstatic that he knocked her up that he fcks her. I imagine him like telling her how he wanted to knock her up while he’s talking her through it, basically revealing how manipulative he can be. LOVE UR WRITING, would love to read your take on this! 💌

➤ w/c: 1.4k

➤ warnings: p in v, creampie, breeding kink, possessive and dark-ish Rafe, dub-con

➤ a/n: thank you for your request, anon <3 my first time writing something like this, so i hope you like it

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Rafe knew you well enough to understand that your sudden quietness and distancing from him meant something serious. Over the last year, when you two were roommates and half of this time you spent at a borderline of something you could name as ‘friends with benefits,’ he noticed patterns in your behavior that became a norm. The way you talked too much, the way you liked wearing his clothes, lying about not being able to find yours, or the way you had always sneaked into his room in the middle of the night. 

But he was fed up with your sudden change, when you didn’t even spare a glance at him, always locking yourself in your room and saying something about being tired. 

Rafe didn’t even knock on your door when he decided to end it, because there was nothing he didn’t see before, nothing you could’ve possibly been ashamed of. You were lying on your side, facing the wall, looking so small and vulnerable. 

“You’re ignoring me.” He said simply, standing in the middle of your room with his hands in the pockets of his sweats. He saw your sigh, the way your body slightly tensed at his words. “You can’t ghost me forever, you know that? Just say what happened and I’ll fix it.” 

You debated for a few seconds because, truthfully, he was right—hiding the truth was pointless. It only made you stress more than you would’ve preferred, and it was probably better to rip the bandage off and deal with Rafe’s reaction. 

Before you could think of a better way to say it, you had already rolled over, sitting at the edge of the bed, facing him, as the words instantly slid off your tongue. “I’m pregnant.”

He blinked once. Twice. His mouth slightly opened as his eyes burned a hole in your face, and your stomach tightened with anxiety. You expected Rafe to get angry, storm away, start screaming—anything. But you didn’t expect to see a one-sided grin spreading across his face.

“You’re pregnant? With my kid?” He stepped closer, being dangerously calm and relaxed, as if it was something casual, something he actually anticipated. 

“Whose else would it be?”

“Shit, baby.” Just like that, Rafe was kneeling in front of you, shirtless, spreading your thighs enough to make some room for him. His eyes were dark, roaming over your body, fixating on your belly, even if he couldn’t even see it through the shirt. Your mouth went dry and you felt your heart beating faster because you couldn’t quite understand what was going on.

He grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you into a heated kiss. He was greedy, missing the way you tasted after you ignored him for so long. Your hands grabbed his forearms, barely able to keep up with his sudden wild pace. You moaned into his mouth, not even sure yourself whether you wanted to push him away and ask what was happening or push him closer to release some pent-up tension. 

“You think I didn’t want it?” Rafe growled against your lips, pushing you back down on the bed and crawling up your body, until he was fully seated in between your thighs, his cock painfully hand against you. “You think I didn’t fuck you raw every time because I wanted to pull out?” Your heart was beating in your ears as pure shock washed over you at his words. Rafe didn’t stop though, didn’t even let you process it, as his hands were already pushing your shorts and panties down your legs. 

“Rafe, what—“

“I wanted to knock you up.” You felt his grin against the skin of your neck, his hands working on pulling his own pants down, too eager to feel you wrapped around him again. 

Your breath stuttered. “What?”

“You heard me. You wanted it too, didn’t you?” Rafe whispered, slightly pulling away and settling in between your legs. He smiled at the sight of your bare and slick pussy, seeing how you unconsciously parted your legs for him like you always did. Like your body knew what you needed even before you could process it. His hands were trailing up your sides like he’s already imagining them swelling. “You think I didn’t notice when you stopped asking me to pull out? Think I didn’t clock that little pout when I grabbed a condom that one time?”

“Rafe—”

“You wanted it. Just like I did. You liked the idea of me ruining you for everyone else. Of me making you mine.” He mumbled, grabbing his cock and dragging it up your soaked slit, then pressing further and sliding into your perfect wet hole. 

You should’ve pushed him away, should’ve yelled at him, but instead your eyes rolled back at the familiar stretch, your legs moving up on instinct to wrap around his hips. 

“Fuck, baby.” Rafe groaned, bottoming out with a sharp snap of his hips, like he belonged there, like he’d made it home in you months ago and now he was just settling back in. “You feel tighter. S’cause of the baby, huh?”

You whimpered, your hands clawing at his back, the words catching in your throat, unable to form any coherent thought. You hadn’t touched him in more than a week, hadn’t let him this close, and now he was inside you, stretching you the way he used to every night, making your body feel like it was floating.

“I knew it.” He rasped, biting softly at your jaw, your cheek, anywhere he could leave a mark. “Knew I did something to you. You kept coming back to me like a little addict, all needy and sweet, and now look—” He looked down, pushing your t-shirt up to show your still-flat belly, his eyes going up and down from it to the way your pussy was swallowing his cock. 

You gasped, nails digging into his back, as he picked up the pace, pounding into you until the bed creaked under your bodies. “I didn’t think—”

“You didn’t need to think.” His voice dropped to a growl. “I was already thinking about it. Dreamed about this happening. Knockin’ you up so you’d never leave. So you’d have to be mine.”

The words hit you the way you didn’t expect, with your core desperately tightening around him and dragging a ragged growl from his lips. You were panting now, your legs trembling, the burn of it all nearly too much.

“Say it.” He grunted, thrusts growing sharper, rougher, making you whimper helplessly. “Say you wanted it. Say you wanted me to fill you up.”

“I wanted it.” You cried out, body arching beneath him, the truth spilling just like your tears. “I wanted you…fuck! Rafe, I wanted you.”

He kissed you hard for that, swallowing every sound, every breath, holding your face so you couldn’t move away. “That’s my girl.” He rasped, forehead pressed to yours. “Fuckin’ meant to get you pregnant.”

Your walls clenched around him so tight he choked on a moan.

“Meant to make you mine. Knew the second you let me hit it raw, it was over. Knew your body wanted this.”

“Rafe, I—I can’t—” You whimpered, dragging your nails down his sweaty spine, pleasure crashing over you in a sudden wave, your body giving in before your mind could even catch up.

“That’s it.” He gasped, pushing his cock into you in another sharp thrust that was borderline painful, pace faltering as he chased his own high, face buried in your neck. “Gonna fuck you through it. Gonna come so deep you’ll feel it in your fuckin’ belly.”

And then, as your body started convulsing in shocks, you felt the warmth flooding your insides. Rafe’s hips jerked against you, filling you with cum and then fucking it into you until all you could do was whimper at the feeling. His body went still, pressed heavy against yours, his arms trembling as they held you close.

For a long second, the room was silent but for the sound of your breathing. Then he kissed your cheek, soft this time, lingering.

“You’re not sleeping in your room anymore.” He whispered, brushing your hair off your face. “I don’t care if we’re just roommates, friends, or whatever bullshit label we gave it before. I’m taking care of you from now on.” He touched your stomach slowly this time, then looked up at you with a crooked smile. “You’re mine. Both of you.”

[spencerreidenjoyer]

like the back of my hand | spencer reid x reader

wc: 1.8k, rating: explicit/18+

tags/warnings: needy!spencer, boyband reid loml, porn without plot, established relationship, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, mindless pwp tbvh....

a/n: had this one sitting in my google docs for a while so I finally decided to clean it up and post it. was worried about there not being any plot/story to this but my lovely friend meggie encouraged me to just send it. ily <3

You mean this with so much love, but Spencer Reid is needy.

To be fair to him, he is a twenty-eight year old who recently lost his virginity to you, but how eager he is to initiate sex is staggering. 

You’re lying in bed together at the end of a long day, both you and Spencer enjoying the quiet time to wind down. He’s finally home after a gruelling week away from you, all the way in Los Angeles to catch another serial killer. The nice thing about being with Spencer and getting to know him so intimately so quickly is that you feel so in tune with each other – both of you comfortable and content cuddling in bed and soaking in each other’s presence.

You’re sitting up against the headboard of the bed on your phone, while Spencer lays his head in your lap. You usually don’t pick up on things like this, but Spencer’s flipping through the pages of his book much slower than usual – which is still much faster than the pace at which you read, but it still has you concerned.

Your fingers run through his hair, fluffy and messy from having air-dried. “You okay, baby?”

“Hmm?” Spencer hums, sounding rather distracted.

“Something on your mind? You’re reading much slower than you usually do.”

Spencer looks up at you, blinking. His eyes are wide and puppylike, and you want to kiss him. Yet, his answer skillfully avoids your question. “I thought I was the one who usually keeps track of that sort of thing.”

“Well, yeah, but I couldn’t help but notice it. What’s up?”

Spencer sits up, looking away from you for just a moment as he considers what he should say. Then, “I wanna have sex.”

Your eyes grow wide, amused with his bluntness. Spencer usually is a little more self-conscious, a little more socially awkward, but all that seems to go away when he’s asking you to fuck. His one-track mind is fixated on you, especially when he wants you. You’re amused – he’s pushing thirty but he sounds like a monkey-brained college student when it comes to sex.

“Well, romance me first, then,” You say, giving in all too easily, because you often can’t say no to Spencer. Spencer smiles, his stupidly large hand cupping your face, and he leans in to kiss you. It’s sweet, romantic even in the mundanity of your current situation, and you hum as Spencer kisses you deeply. 

Spencer’s other hand trails around your waist, sliding down to grab your ass. You squeal against his lips. He hums, satisfied, pulling you close, grabbing whatever he can get his hands on. You laugh, “Needy.”

“Have you been romanced enough yet?” Spencer smirks, eager for you and your approval. He kisses your jawline, down your neck, like he can’t pull himself away from you.

You shrug. “I think you need to touch me more.”

Spencer’s brows raise curiously. “Now that I can do.”

Spencer cups your breast through your shirt, touching you all over with a reverence, an adoration, a desire that has your cheeks feeling warm. He leans in to press his lips to your neck, practically ravenous as he kisses down the column of your neck.

You’re turned on already, Spencer’s eagerness making you hot under the collar. You feel his hands roam over your body, making you feel special, wanted, desired. You don’t necessarily feel sexy in your oversized t-shirt and sweats, but the way Spencer kisses you makes you feel like you are – or at least, you are to him. 

“Spencer,” you gasp against his lips, as you feel his hands slide underneath your shirt, his calloused hands on your skin, the slight roughness of his fingers making your hair stand on end as he touches you. Spencer flicks his thumbs over your nipples, gropes you just a little. It makes you moan.

Then, Spencer’s hands slide down to your waistband, and he looks up at you for your approval. You nod, shuddering when the cool pads of his fingers press against the warmth of your skin, dipping past your sweatpants and underwear. You sigh, as Spencer easily pushes them off. You get comfortable with the pillows behind you, Spencer easily making his way between your legs. 

He kisses your thighs reverently, the slight stubble on his chin and his lips on your sensitive skin feeling ticklish. Still, Spencer’s hands are firm on your legs, firm in holding them apart. You shudder as you feel Spencer’s breath on your skin. He’s so gentle with you it makes you feel lightheaded. 

“Spencer,” you moan, when he wraps his lips around your sensitive clit. You’re so wet already, heightened by the feeling of Spencer’s mouth on you. You watch his jaw flex as he laps at you, mouth moving as he eats you out sweetly. It’s almost ritualistic, the way his eyes flutter shut, the hypnotised trance he enters as he goes down on you. 

You wouldn’t say you had a high sex drive, at least not until you met Spencer. Spencer didn’t seem like the kind of guy either, his nerdy, slightly awkward exterior making you very quick to assume that he would be a little awkward with sex. And sure, he was, when you first slept together, but now that he’s absolutely comfortable with you, he’s unashamed in wanting sex – wanting you. And his brazenness turns you on, which leads to the two of you fucking a lot.

You dig your nails into his scalp as Spencer flicks his tongue over your sensitive, hard clit, his motions relentless, eager, wanting to push you over the edge. You cry out with pleasure, watching the way he eats you out with a sense of pride, proud that he’s just so into it. 

You feel his hot breath on your cunt, hear his quiet moans as he pleasures you. You watch as he grinds against the mattress, just slightly, using the friction to get himself off too. 

“Darling– Baby, can- Can I fuck you?” Spencer’s voice is muffled against your cunt. He sounds desperate, needy, distracted like he can’t take his mind off of it. 

You whine, pushing your thighs to squeeze his face just slightly, like you can’t bear to let him go. You feel Spencer’s tongue retreat, missing the warmth on your pussy, and then he’s coming back up for air. His face is wet with your slick, and his big, wide eyes are staring up at you. “Please?”

You pout slightly. You can’t deny him, not when he looks like that. 

You tsk, rolling your eyes playfully. “Fine. You better fuck me as good as you eat me out.”

“I will! I will,” Spencer answers enthusiastically, eager as he fumbles with his pants. When his cock bobs up against his stomach, you giggle, amused with how eager he is for this– for you.

“Oh, you want me so bad,” you tease, unable to stop the grin on your face. 

Spencer smiles, sheepish. “I do. So badly, baby.” He cages you in, his tall frame making you feel so small, and his curly hair is messy and all over the place when he leans forward to press his lips to yours.

You whimper when he kisses you hard, eager and needy, and all you taste on his lips is you. Still, the way he makes out with you is dizzying, so intensely hot, and you don’t even care that you taste yourself as he practically eats your face. 

“Spence– Baby–” You barely get the words out between Spencer’s mouth on yours, but you wrap your legs around his waist and try and pull him closer to you, hoping that his horned-up brain will get the message. The motion bumps his cock against your soaking-wet cunt, and the both of you shudder at the sensation. 

With his lips kissing down your jaw, your neck, Spencer rocks his hips against you, sliding his cock along your wet folds, your hole leaking slick to make everything even more messy. His tip bumps against your swollen clit over and over, as he ruts against you like a horny teenager instead of actually fucking you. The friction is delicious, so good, but not what you or him actually need right now.

You groan. “Sweetheart, come on–”

“Mm?” Spencer hums, distracted. He’s never had this short of an attention span, but you suppose pussy tends to slash his genius. 

“Fuck me,” You bite, no malice in your voice. “Properly.”

“Okay, yeah, okay,” Spencer mumbles, only pulling away from you to look down at where your bodies are pressed together. He grips his cock before pressing himself against your entrance, his hands shaking with his eagerness to touch you. Spencer slides in with relative ease, considering how wet you are, and you whimper as the thick head of his cock pushes inside of you. 

Spencer kisses your cheek sweetly as he presses inside of you, the slow drag of his cock against your walls so perfect. He fills you up perfectly, feeling like he’s made for you.  

He fucks you hard and fast and messy, the slick sounds of his cock sliding in and out of you downright obscene. His brows are furrowed and his eyes are squeezed shut as he puts all his energy into pounding into you, desperate to make both of you feel good. When Spencer gets like this, you know he’ll stop at nothing to get there.

Every one of Spencer’s thrusts hits deep inside of you, making you feel so damn full. Your arms come around to cling onto him, shaking with the force of his thrusts. “Spence–! Baby, oh, fuck!” 

He grunts, a needy little noise, panting in your ear. “You’re so tight. Oh, you– You feel so good, please–”

You sob as he fucks into you hard, unrelenting, so eager to make you feel good while he chases his own pleasure. His brows are furrowed in concentration, sweat beading at his temple, and his gorgeous hair is in his eyes, bouncing with each hard thrust. 

“You’re gorgeous,” Spencer rambles, in between fucking you and kissing you literally everywhere, like he can’t get his lips off of you. “You’re so perfect. I love you.”

“You only say that when you’re inside of me,” you laugh breathily, clearly joking. 

Spencer grumbles, a low sound in the back of his throat. His mouth stays on your neck, and you feel his teeth graze against your skin. You feel him suck a spot into the column of your neck. “Don’t say that. I always tell you that I love you.”

“You do,” you giggle, holding him close, running your hand through his hair. “You always tell me how pretty I am too, don’t you?”

“You’re breathtaking,” Spencer says, sounding a little winded, since the only form of cardio he gets is sex with you. “Literally.”

“Okay, I love you so much, but I don’t know if your puns make for great pillow talk, honey,” you smile, kissing his cheek. “Now make me cum, love.”

Spencer grins, absolutely smitten by you. “Yes, ma’am.”

[howtodrawyourdragon]

Does Berk think Hiccup is frivolous in Httyd 1? Maybe a little bit aloof?

Stoick tells him to stop joking around in the opening scene of the movie, after the dagons have left. "This isn't a joke, Hiccup!" He tells him. And he tells him that after his rant about how he has things to worry about, like making sure the village doesn't starve in the coming winter, Hiccup answers to with a sassy "the village could do with a little less feeding, don't you think?" Which really only manages to make Stoick even more mad.

After their first lesson in dragon training, Gobber asks the class "where did Hiccup go wrong?" and Astrid's response is "he's never where he should be." I think she means it literally. Why is Hiccup, of all people, in dragon training? Ruffnut and Tuffnut make sense. Snotlout makes sense. Even Fishlegs makes sense. (especially since Fishlegs has already shown effort by memorizing the Book of Dragons, effort Astrid clearly approves of given her shock at the twins and Snotlout disregarding Gobber's order to read the book.)

But Hiccup? Hiccup McSassyPants? Who gets told that his village could starve in the winter and answers with "well maybe they should eat less"? Who steps outside during a raid and actually causes more damage than the dragons pretending he's capturing a Night Fury? What is he doing in dragon training? That class literally ended with Hiccup almost losing his life to a Gronckle.

This is further backed up when after she has to protect both herself and Hiccup from a Deadly Nadder, which happened because Hiccup wasn't paying attention the whole time, getting them both in trouble. (Which is because he's fixating on figuring out a certain Night Fury, but they don't know that. To them, it just looks like he's annoying Gobber with meaningless questions. Why are you asking about the Night Fury? The one dragon who's single instruction is "hide and pray it doesn't find you"?) She explicitly asks him "Is this some kind of a joke to you?"

Followed up by "Our parent's war is about to become ours. Figure out which side you're on."

Once again someone questions Hiccup about how serious he takes things. But it's more than that, she's trying to give him a wake up call! Wake up, Hiccup, our parents are actually fighting a genuine war here and someday it'll be your turn! Stop making everything a joke before you get yourself or someone else killed!

Astrid actually isn't as much against Hiccup at this point as people often believe. There are actually a few points in which she eithers feels sorry for him or tries to help him in her own Astrid-y way. (And if the deleted scene hadn't been deleted, there would've been an almost friendly conversation had between the two before dragon training even starts)

Let's also not forget Hiccup's and Stoick's talk before dragon training even starts. When Stoick shows some actual vulnerability by laying his son's life in his son's and Gobber's hands when he decides to give in and let Hiccup go to dragon training while he's off on a voyage.

Hiccup tells his father "I don't wanna fight dragons!" in a tone that is rather pleading. To which is father chuckles and says to him "come on, yes you do!"

Remember in the opening, Hiccup practically makes the claim that he lives and breathes to kill dragon, it's "who he is." And now he suddenly claims he doesn't want to fight dragons at all? Can't fight them?

Stoick keeps his tone light, telling his son that he will fight dragons, don't you worry about that, Hiccup. With Hiccup doubling down that he's very extra-sure that he can't fight dragons, which makes Stoick double down in return, his levity disappearing.

"Can you not hear me?" Hiccup asks, desperate to be heard.

"This is serious, son!" Says Stoick. Which makes this three times that Hiccup is explicitly told to take something serious. (And you can just see the disbelieve or realization in Hiccup's eyes as he's once again not being listened to.)

(Followed by Stoick telling him to act like everyone else and to stop being Hiccup, which gets him, you guessed it, a sarcastic remark from Hiccup.)

We know that Hiccup changed his mind about participating in dragon training because he found out he couldn't kill Toothless. (or rather, he can't kill the scared and the defenseless, as the Red Death would later show) But Stoick doesn't know that. Berk actually seems to know very little about Hiccup and that's why they think that he's joking around at all times.

I'm willing to bet that the "disasters" he causes "every time he steps outside" aren't much of a help either. (and I wonder how many of these are actually Hiccup's fault or if Hiccup happened to be involved, so the blame is just automatically put on him.)

And this isn't a post to bash Hiccup. I love him to death, I love his sass as much as any other fan. And I am very much of the opinion that Hiccup's sass is a defense mechanism.

His feelings get hurt, so he tries to hurt someone else's back. Like when he probably feels guilty about his father worrying about the village getting through the winter, so he makes that comment about how the village could eat less to offset that guilt. (Which again, only makes Stoick angrier.) And I think the proof is in the rest of the franchise.

Hiccup sasses the most when he's 15-16, a.k.a from Httyd 1 to DoB. But by the time we see him again in RttE (chronologically) he sasses a little less and in a friendlier and more playful context, but he has also matured to deal with his negative feelings differently. RttE is, chronologically, when Stoick actually begins to consider if his son is ready to be chief. He can see how much Hiccup has matured, especially when there's such physicaly distance between them. It's the equivalent of not seeing someone over summer break or watching someone go traveling and see how much they've changed when you reunite with them.

(also, he can knock Snotlout unconscious with a single punch, I bet that helps as well.)

But it is the way Hiccup chooses to defend himself, giving sassy comments (think "Thanks, I was trying!" to Snotlout's comment about the mess he made) to either painful comments about him or actual serious statements like the ones Stoick makes that still gets him in the feels that make him seem so shallow and unserious in the eyes of Berk.

Then there is his apparent history of crying wolf. When he actually does manage to shoot down a Night Fury, his father doesn't believe him and Hiccup explicitly says "this isn't like the last few times, I mean I really actually hit it! It went down!"

When you combine all of this, you get a teenager who doesn't appear to take anybody serious, including the lives of himself and others. Terrible traits to have as a person, let alone when you're the chief's son.

Somehow, a narrative of frivolity and aloofness was build around Hiccup that he just could not escape no matter how much he tried to crawl out of it. At some point, Berk put him in a box, marked it "jokester" and Hiccup's efforts to get out of that box only grew and grew. When his efforts failed, whenever he sassed back, Berk just pushed him even deeper into that box. Not looking further into what Hiccup actually needed or was trying to say.

Do I think Berk was right? Not at all, because this is all surface-level, things Hiccup legitimately says and does to protect himself and nobody realizes this.

Toothless doesn't speak a single word to him during the Forbidden Friendship scene, yet he can get across exactly what he expects from Hiccup (mainly "keep your distance, I don't trust you enough") without being mean about it. He doesn't snap, he doesn't bare his teeth. He just gives him faces that Hiccup understands. Only growling or hissing when Hiccup passes a boundary Toothless very clearly isn't comfortable with. (or, let's say, when his feelings are hurt, like when Hiccup steps on toothless' first drawing.)

And it's because he's not mean about it that he actually makes more progress with Hiccup in half a day than Berk does his entire 15 years.

And that's sad. That's what this post is about. About how sad it is that Berk takes Hiccup at a very shallow level and decides that must be his entire self as a person.