#or confident in it. I guess. I'm in no place to whine

[direscrowley]

been caught in one of those terrible "not good enough" spirals about my writing lately

[b-lossm]

•+*Workout Plan*+•

Caitvi! x reader [modern au!]

Synopsis: two strong women at the gym want you?? wait,, they're girlfriends??

The New Workout Plan [+18]

You where exhausted, but you had to perservere.

As you walked into the gym you where talking to your friend on the phone "you know ever since I started to follow that workout plan, I got all my shit together" you talk to your friend as you walk to the locker room. When you walk in you notice these two girls talking, a taller blue haired one, and a slightly shorter pink haired one with tattoos, What you don't notice is how they eye you up when you walk by them, mumbling something not being better then a man

By the time you come out, all changed and ready to go, you notice the blue one looking at you but then quickly looking away and talking to the other 'weird' you think, self deprecating thoughts entering your mind but that doesn't stop you from heading to the platies room to attend your little workout class.

You sit on your pilaties machine and see the blue haired one from earlier and give her a little wave, hoping that she isn't as mean as you think she is. When you wave she gives you a little confident smile and waves back, immedately taking her phone out and quickly texts somebody, you assume its the pink haired girl from earlier.

Annoingly, yout instructor cancles last minute "freak my life" you mumble under your breath as you start to get your stuff "I know this is so annoying" you hear the blue haired girl next to you say, handing you your lipgloss that fell out of your bag "Almost lost this" she chuckles awkwardly and messes with her bangs. "Oh! Thank you" you say, smiling as you introduce yourself "Oh my name is Caitlyn" she awkwardly sticks out her hand for a handshake and you smile while shaking it 'shes pretty...' you think while talking to her and walking out of the room

She then sees the pink haired girl from earlier "Oh! Vi! come meet my new friend" she giggles as the pink haired girl looks suprised, a subtle pink flushing over her cheeks "Hi, I'm Vi" she introduces, looking at Caitlyn "Nice too meet you Vi, it is short for violence" you giggle while looking at her bandaged arms and hands. She then gives a knowing look to Caitlyn "hmm well i guess" she replies, winking.

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After that you guys just..clicked you guess, you found out they where in fact girlfriends so you pined for the both of them in secret while the three of your's friendship blossomed past gym buddies. You three where now watching a movie at their place, you and Vi where on the couch underneath one of Cait's massive blankets while she got the snacktray ready.

"Cait we're watching Waves!" you shout from the couch, not noticing how Vi was eyeing you up in your cute flowy nightgown. You where too busy being exited to introduce the two to this Masterpiece, "Come on! hurry up Cait!" you whine impatiently "Yeah Cupcake can't keep Dumpling here waiting right?" she chuckles while playfully pinching your side "Shut up" you giggle and playfully hit her while Cait comes back with the snack tray. Cait sighs "Ten minutes without me and you guys are already tearing up the place hm?" she takes a seat next to you instead of Vi, leaving you in the middle 'Weird' you think, sitting up as to not lean on one of the other's girlfriend.

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About midway through the movie your hope to not lean into Cait, or Vi failed, your where laying on Cait while Vi laid between your legs and rested her head on your tummy "Why is he yelling at her? He said that its okay if they keep it....like I get that its a high school pregnancy but she is valid to be sad.." Vi complained, tracing shaped into your side "Its just the way he is, He's a very angry and stressed character" You say as Cait plays with your hair "You'll see" you start to massage her scalp with Vi's hair and she sighs relaxing and even leaning into your touch.

As the movie progresses, and you watch the perspective switch Cait and Vi eventually awkwardly switch places with each other. "This movie is so.. complex" Cait says while leaning into your stomach "Its beautiful.... It shows how someone's life is effected in a time of grief and how it effects them, but it also shows that they can love again while going through it" you sigh and lean into Vi's soft touches "S' a real emotional movie Dumpling, didn't know you liked such emotional stuff like this.." she yawns and looks at you and Cait laid out on top of her

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By the time the movie is over you start to help them clean up, not knowing how to react after basically spending the whole two hours cuddling "Uhm.. I should head home" you say, already putting your shoes back on only stopping due to Vi gently grabbing your wrist, her hand sliding down to meet yours "no!--uh, stay.. with us.. Please?" she says awkwardly, Cait coming over too see that their plan has worked "Its really no problem y/n" she says with a soft but confident smile, holding Vi's shoulder "Oh! uhm.. alright" you say with a soft smile, as you let them lead you to their room "In your bed..?" you tilt your head slightly 'cute' the girls think "Mhm, is that a problem, Dumpling?" Cait says, 'shut up are they seriously asking me to sleep in their bed' you think as you bashfully set your bag down and you pull out your brush and follow Cait to their shared bathroom to brush your hair, Vi lays on their bed and admires the two of you, wishing and hoping to see this everyday.

When you eventually get in their bed you find yourself on the edge to give them space but then Cait speaks up "What are you doing..? come here" she pats the space in between them 'holy shit' you think as you awkwardly crawl over to the space "So.....how's the weather?" you say with an awkward giggle and then the two then take initiative and lean into you, awkwardly shuffling before finding a nice cuddling position.

"uhm.. goodnight Cait.. goodnight Vi" you yawn, leaning to hug Vi who is in front of you while Cait braids your hair so it doesn't get tangled up "Goodnight Dumpling" Vi kisses your wrist "Goodnight y/n" Cait kisses your head.

You didn't wanna ruin the moment and mention how your only friends with them right now and how you felt a little weird, but I guess that's a talk that can wait for tomorrow.

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meowmeowmeowmeow umm spoilers for next part maybe its probably gonna be sesbian lex and I'm not gonna talk about how they all get together so !!

[tojirights]

Pls, I need Alastor and brat taming. 😭

Fem!reader who acts soo cocky around everyone and tells Alastor she isn’t scared of him only for him to respond “you will be.” and he spanks and overstimulates her until she submits to him. The next day she’s walking round the hotel thoroughly avoiding him bc she’s so embarrassed.

a/n: PFFTTT the brat in me is going wild for this one bestie

buy me a coffee?

tags: 18+ smut, nsfw, spanking, slight choking, over stimulation, brat taming, shadow tentacle use, sliiight ass play/double penetration

"dude you're fuckin' scary..." angel physically shudders when alastor rises from the shadows and appears at your side. you raise an eyebrow before laughing at angel. "for real? look at those fluffy ears and little tail! this is scary?" you reach up and boop his ears, which twitch at your touch. he narrows his glare at you, daring you to test him further. "go on, darling. keep belittling me like that and you will know just how scary i am."

you roll your eyes, locking arms with him as he starts to lead you away from angel and the others. "you're all bark, no bite." you continue to prod, poking his cheek with your finger. "stop it." he warns, and his tone is serious, but you just stick your tongue out at him. "i'm not afraid of you, al." you huff with confidence. reaching the door to your room, he pauses. "oh?" his voice cracks through the radio static for a brief moment, and you feel goosebumps rise on your arms. "is that so?"

even though the look in his eyes has you reconsidering your brave behavior, you stand your ground. "yeah, what's so scary about the radio demon, hm? gonna haunt me while the top 20 pop songs play? or i guess you'd only haunt me over some jazz or someth-" your words catch in your throat when alastor's suddenly pushing you against the door to your bedroom, for anyone walking by to see. "you need to learn your place, little one."

with wide eyes, you look up at him. "what are you doing?" you whisper, glancing around the thankfully empty hallway. alastor easily towers over you, caging you against the door. "you should be afraid of me, sweetheart..." he says, low and breathy against your ear. "i think you just need to learn your lesson, that's all." you're about to protest, your hand flat against his chest but then you feel his lips on your skin and you all but melt. "i don't-" you gasp, alastor's teeth scraping against your neck.

"shhh." alastor's hands slide around your body, opening the door and walking you through it. "alastor..." you swallow, about to challenge him more but his hand wraps around your throat before you can. "not another peep until i say so." your mouth opens as alastor pushes you to the bed, but the tug of your pants and underwear stop you. "w-wait!" you scramble, but alastor just chuckles. "not so tough now, are you?"

he rolls your panties up into a ball and in the process, he can feel the wetness your panties have collected. "if you can't handle it, you're more than welcome to admit to me that you are scared, my darling." he teases, but you hold your ground with a glare. "now, as for your punishment... over my knee." he commands, sounding so natural in this demanding tone. you bite your lip, wiggling further onto the mattress and away from him. when he sighs, you can't help but giggle.

but then there's something wrapping around your ankle and sliding you over to alastor's lap. "h-hey wait, no fair!" you whine when you see his shadow tentacle secured around you. alastor chuckles, another tentacle coming up over your mouth. "tap my leg if it's too much." he whispers, and you know he's giving you an out even after your playful disrespect. but your pussy throbs as you're pulled over his leg, bare ass up and ready for him and you're fully invested in this now.

you shudder when alastor's hand rests on your ass before coming down hard on it with a smack. your shriek is mostly muffled by the shadow acting as a gag, especially as the second hit comes faster than expected. wiggling in his lap, you whine against his restraints until you feel something prodding at your pussy and go completely limp as a shadow starts to slowly push inside of you.

eyes wide, you wriggle in his grasp but it only earns you a smack to your other cheek. "just relax, darling. or are you scared?" he pouts above you, watching the way your body reacts to his every touch. his tentacle eases into you, stretching your cunt in such a way that you're seeing stars already. you moan against your gag, jolting when you're hit once again. alastor's large palm rubs the irritated, bright red skin as his tentacle fucks you in slow, languid strokes.

you're certainly not scared, and alastor is well aware of that fact by the way your pussy squelches with every push of his shadow. he can hear how wet you are without even looking. you gasp when you feel yet another tentacle pressing ever so gently against your ass, just prodding the tight muscle but not threating to enter. your head whips around to look at alastor, eyes wide with a tinge of panic, but alastor's smirk is reassuring.

he may be teaching you a lesson here, but he's not a monster and respects your boundaries after all.

"tapping out, my sweet?" he snickers when your wide eyes drop to a glare once again. "that's what i thought." he hums, another smack hitting your abused skin. he's just toying with your ass, the tip of his shadow just barely edging its way in but the pressure itself is enough to start pushing you towards the edge. and when the tentacle slips passed the tight ring of muscle, you can't stop your orgasm from following quickly after.

every nerve in your body rings as waves of pleasure crash over your, your moans barely muffled by alastor's tentacle over your mouth. you swear you've never cum harder ever, and yet alastor doesn't stop. he's still pumping his shadow in and out of your cunt, spreading your wetness all over your inner thighs and even onto his pants. it's almost too much, the fullness of having both holes played with as well as the feeling of being restrained the way you were.

your eyes well up with tears, overwhelmed with the sheer pleasure coursing through your veins and alastor doesn't seem like he's going to be stopping any time soon unless you tap out.

and you're not a bitch, so tapping out is not an option.

alastor's free hand reaches your other cheek and spreads it apart, giving himself a view of the action in front of him. he'd be lying if he said his cock wasn't throbbing at the sight of his shadow pumping in and out of your slick pussy, prodding your tight ass. you feel so exposed, you can feel his eyes burning through you but that only makes you clench harder. alastor gives your cheek another quick smack and you're a goner once more.

shaking, your second orgasm hits you even harder somehow. your whimpers are barely audible, but loud enough to make alastor groan himself. "fuck, hands and knees, now." he breathes, pushing you off of his lap and quickly undoing his pants just enough to free his aching cock. your restraints are removed, giving you free access to move once more, but you also lose the fullness of the tentacles. its not for long though, as alastor lines his cock up with your leaking pussy

as alastor starts to slide his cock inside, one hand finds your hip while the other pushes your head into the mattress. your thighs shake with every thrust, and your pussy aches from the prior intrustion already but you can't help yourself from pushing back on him. you probably seem desperate, cumming twice already and still eager for more, but alastor has you like putty in his hands. "oooh now see, who's a good little slut, hm?" he coos, fucking into you harder.

you whimper into the blanket, still muffled like earlier but more pronounced now and alastor's ears twitch with every moan. he won't soon forget this little interaction, seeing you so needy and obedient. he smacks each cheek, enjoying your pathetic sounding cries as your body begs for a break. "cum again, darling." alastor grunts, hips slamming into yours in quick strokes. you shake your head, protesting the potential, but alastor's shadow sneaks around your body to play with your clit.

"n-no too much-" you pant, both convulsing with every flick of his tentacle. alastor just clicks his tongue to his teeth. "one more, sweetheart. then, maybe you'll have learned your lesson." you feel every thrust of his cock hitting right against your cervix, your head spinning as alastor works to pull another orgasm from you. "f-fuckk al-" you cry out, pussy pulsing around his cock, tears springing free from the overwhelming pleasure.

alastor's orgasm follows quickly behind you, and he chooses to pull out and paint your reddened ass cheeks with his cum. the red skin, in contrast with the milky white of his seed is a sight he won't soon forget. you whimper with each thick rope of cum hitting your skin before you collapse onto the bed.

you dont remember too much after that, but alastor gets you cleaned up and you're asleep within seconds.

the next day, you walk into the kitchen with your head down. "ah! good morning, sunshine!" alastor chirps, sipping from his coffee cup. you feel everyone's eyes on you, but all you can do is stare at the ground. "shut it, asshole..." you mumble on your way to grab a drink yourself. alastor just smirks. "naww, is someone embarrassed?" he pouts, eyes wide and teasing. "im never talking to you again." you threaten, but alastor hums and ignores your weak threat.

because you're crawling into his bed that night, begging for more.

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[luvyeni]

genre smut 𖹭 warning oral ( m. receiving ), unprotected sex pairing — inexperienced!jisung x sexworker!reader | back to library .

「 authors note 𖹭 」 this was a request but it was too long

you sat at the bar; your last set for the night finished; watching a group of boys you normally service walk in. “you feel like working a little longer?” the madame of the place asked. “they tip well; they don't touch below the waist.” you shrugged, “why not?”

you got up from your seat, still in your outfit from the day as you made your way over to them. “yn.” jaemin said. “we were just about to call for you.” you smirked , leaning over , giving them a show. “you almost missed me.” you said. “how can I help you guys today?”

“its not us today baby.” jeno rubbed your arm. “you know know i would never miss an opportunity with my favorite girl.” you smiled. “then if not for you , then who?” you looked around the group , noticing a fresh face , a cute fresh face. “who is this?”

“the birthday boy.” haechan patted the boys back. “he's beyond legal sweetheart don't worry.” you rolled your eyes. “it's his first time here , we want to give him the best of the best.” he looked nervous, he cheeks red , like he never seen a women like this before, which he probably didn't. “he's cute.” you gushed. “we'll pay you good baby , you know we will.”

you walked over to him , he was a stuttering mess. “poor thing.” you held your hand out. “you coming?” he looked around to his friends. “dude go.” renjun pushed him up , he grabbed your hand. “good boy , let's go.” his friends cheered him on as you guided him to the back. “what's your name cutie?”

“ji-jisung.” his hands were sweaty , he was nervous; he'd never to something like this before, and it felt like you were gonna eat him alive, your confidence was accelerating , and also nerve wracking. “don't worry jisung, im gonna take good care of you.”

you shut the door to the private room , locking it. “now it's just me and you.” you sat down on the couch right next to him. “wh-what now?” he stuttered out. “well now you tell me what you want.” you place your hand on his thigh. “i-i’ve never done this before.” he said. “i can tell that just by looking at you baby.” he sighed , feeling you rub his thigh. “you like this?” you kissed his neck. “y-yeah.” he whimpered. “you want more?”

he nodded, you kissed down his neck , his whimpers turning into moans , as you slowly worked down , his legs spread open , as you got on your knees. “are you gonna…” you smiled , he was adorable, he was so inexperienced. “you want that?” he nodded his head vigorously. “lift your hips then baby.”

he listened , his hips lifting; you pulled his pants and underwear down , letting his cock free. “such a big cock , i guess what they say about shy boys is true.” you grabbed his base , kissing the tip of his cock , sucking on the head. “oh-oh that feels nice.” he moaned , you lowered your mouth down on him , his hands gripped the seat , your head bobbing up and down. “you-you're really good at that.”

his hips involuntarily jerk , making you gag. “i-i’m sorry.” he really couldn't hold himself back anymore , he could feel it coming. “i'm gonna cum.” he gasped out , you pulled your mouth off of him before he could cum , he whined. “di-did i do something wrong?”

you chuckled , wiping the spit from you chin. “of course not baby , you were perfect.” you stood up, taking your panties off, climbing into his lap , “i just thought the birthday boy would want more.” your fingers threading through his hair , normally you wouldn't show this much attention to a client , but he was different , you want to make sure he was taken care of. “do you not?”

“n-no I do.” he quickly said , “if that's okay?” he said , you lifted your hips, lining yourself up with his cock. “perfect.” you sunk down on him , he whimpered. “that feels good.” you worked yourself up and down on him. “good , you like that?” he nodded , you moaned. “c-can i touch you?” you nodded. “of course you can.” his hands came up to your boobs , squeezing them. “so-so soft.”

“y-yn?” he could feel his cock twitching; balls tightening. “i-im not gonna last.” you gave him the go; he thrusted up three times , before you got off of him , stroking his cock , his cum covering your hand. “good boy.” you coached him. “you came so much.”

“h-how do i pay you?” he said. “haechan already paid, don't worry.” you said , cleaning yourself up. “here , return these when you come back” you slid your panties back off , putting your shorts back on. “wh-what is this?” he asked , you were already halfway out the door “a birthday present.”

“how was it?” jeno smirked , drink in his hand , jisung ignored him; he was already making eye contact with you, you were walking out the door, you gave him a wink , his face turned red. “what the fuck was that?” haechan asked a girl kissing his neck , he shook his head.

your lace panties still in his pocket , you knew he'd be back.

©LUVYENI

[my-debauchery]

Stop.

idol!jisung × afab!reader

g`smut

cw`explicit content, kissing(cheek), cockwarming, begging, edging?, mention of tears, teasing

A/N: not really sure about this, but i hope you like it. as always, constructive criticism is more than welcome. if you see mistakes in cw tagging, please, let me know.

all you can hear is humming of a humidifier, movie playing and jisung's breathing. both of you are naked, half laying against the headboard. you are on top of him. your back against his front. you can feel his rapid heartbeat both on your back and from his cock inside you.

it all started because you decide it'll be fun to tease jisung during dinner. saying he wouldn't be able to resist you and sit through the movie, while you cockwarm him. how wrong you were.

it's you who cannot sit still. you've been fidgeting and squirming around for an hour and there is still 45 minutes left.

you tried to bring jisung's hands forward to your breast's, but he just asked you to not distract him and huged you around the stomach.

you tried to subtly move up and down, pretending to get comfortable. but jisung just tightened his grip on you 'stop moving around, you are distracting me'

you tried to tighten your pussy, hoping he will finally fold. but it just made you acutely aware of how hard his cock become and how dip he's in now. pressing deliciously in all the right places.

'you seem to be quiet hard, do you want me to do something about it?' you say, as you turn your head to the side, trying to look at him 'no. but, please, stop moving around. i'm trying to watch the movie' he smiles and kisses your temple.

you are on edge. it seems you've never been this horny. you want to jump his bones now. you don't care who wins.

you decide to beg and whine for him, knowing it always gets to him 'jisuuuung, please. you win, okay? i am insane for you. can you finally fuck me? pleeease' you are scratching on hiss hands, like a cat in heat.

he chuckles and catches your hands in his grip 'really? are you that desperate? can't wait for 30 more minutes? but, baby, you were so confident, am i that irresistible? weren't you supposed to be the one in control of their desire?'

you flush and try to look away. seeing and hearing jisung be this cocky and slightly condescending to you, made you feel even more hot and wet when you were already 'please, stop teasing. you know i want you an unnormal amount. i was just joking before'

'were you? aren't i still young and quick to cum?' you whine like a kicked puppy 'please, i'm sorry'

jisung humms and traps your arms in a even tighter hug 'i don't know, love. i'm tired after practice and have an earlier call tomorrow for the comeback shoot. let's go to sleep' he says nonchalantly and makes a move to pull out.

'no! stop!' you try to move down, but his hold is to strong.

suddenly jisung pushes your legs over his to the sides, bends his legs and plants his feet firmly on the bed. jisung's action make his cock slip in deeper, making it kiss your cervix.

'oh, i'll stop. we wouldn't want to see you cry, right?' he kisses you cheek and starts slumming his hips upwards.

in the morning, during the shoot, mark asks him 'jisung-a, did you play games all night again? did you sleep at all? why were you late?' haechan sits down next to him 'you should pay attention to your girlfriend instead. she might not like to date a man-child'

he just shrugs 'we were watching movies, so i overslept. sorry for being late' jaemin ruffles his hair on the way out 'it's okay, kid. try not to be late next time, okay?' jisung nods and puts on his beanie. they all shuffle out to the set and jisung smiles to himself, remembering your pretty tears.

he guesses there is no need for others to know, just how hard it is for him to stop playing with you.

[spookwriter-xo]

Coppélia

Chapter 3 - The Figure Painter

Chapter Summary - Y/N visits a childhood friend to go over Seonghwa's odd invitation.

Series Masterlist

"And then he gave you a contract... Like from Fifty Shades of Gray?"

"I told you it's not a contract, he said it was an invitation."

"Honey, it literally gives you a place to sign at the bottom."

After Seonghwa had given me the envelope and left, I wasted no time in rushing over to my friend, Mia's, house to tell her everything. Mia and I had known each other since we were seven years old, hanging off of each other like leeches since. Her family was rich too, but unlike mine, they supported her artistic endeavors.

She was a painter, specializing in figure paintings and realism, and was also my voice of reason.

"I seriously don't know what to do," I whine, my head resting on her kitchen countertop.

"Well, what does it say? Like what does he want you to do?" She asks, her fingers twirling a teaspoon around her tea cup.

I glance down at the papers in front of me. So many rules were listed I struggled to even wrap my head around it.

"He wants me to move into their home," I say.

"Their home?" Mia clarifies. "As in other people?"

"I guess so?" I clear my throat as I continue. "I can remain as a dancer for the society as long as I don't practice for any longer than I need to be."

"Well, at least they're offering you some freedom." She mumbles sarcastically, taking a sip of her tea.

"Mia come on!" I cry out rather dramatically.

"I feel like there isn't much up for discussion here? Yes, it's weird and borderline controlling but when was the last time something exciting like this happened in your life?" She argues.

"I don't want to be controlled, Mia. This whole thing, it's just way above my pay grade. I had enough of it living with my parents, I don't need it in a romantic relationship too!" I point out. She lets out a sigh, nodding in understanding.

"You're right, I'm sorry." Mia runs a hand through her hair. "Okay, let's try a different approach. What things in there benefit you?"

"Uhm, I get to live in a big ass mansion free of charge," I say, my finger hovering over the bullet point. It sure would be better than the cheap studio apartment I live in now.

"You can never go wrong with a big ass mansion." She quips before I continue.

"It says... I have to be willing to, share myself?" I tilt my head with furrowed eyebrows.

"Oh, don't tell me they're the type to want a girl to homey hop." She seethes, leaning over the counter to read the paper. "Oh god, they are!" She exclaims.

"Just because you're monogamous doesn't mean you can judge!" I scold.

"I'm not judging, I'm cringing 'cause it's not for me." She says defensively. "If you're into that, I won't judge."

"Sure you won't."

"I might make fun of you a little, but you know I'll get over it!" She laughs. "Besides it's a bonus if they're all cute. I looked up Seonghwa and that Hongjoong guy and woo!" She whistles.

"Poor Mark." I tease, she gasps. "Listen, I don't know if I'm up for that either. I mean I don't even know who the others are, for all I know there could be a serial killer among them."

"Then call him." She states. "Call him and demand him to rewrite it on your terms."

"Would that work?" I ask, placing the papers back into a neat pile.

"He's a businessman, right? Of course, it would! Hell, you might even get to meet the others if you play your cards right." She says confidently. "You like this guy right?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Then fight for your own morals and boundaries, and if he doesn't accept that then move on." She says, moving over slightly to place her mug in the sink. "And if they try something, Mark and I will come over and beat them up for you."

"You and I both know Mark Lee is not going to beat anyone up." I laugh causing her to let out a snort.

"You're right, he could yap their ears off and give us time to escape the country though." She jokes, a wide grin spreading across her face.

I glance back down at the documents, genuinely contemplating for a moment. I hated the idea of being controlled by anyone again, let alone a bunch of men who, aside from 1, I have never had a conversation with in my life. But on top of that, it would be really nice to stay somewhere that didn't charge me almost my entire weekly pay for rent.

Plus Seonghwa was really good-looking, but was I really going to risk my freedom just because a cute guy gave me a second of his time? Mia was right, I needed to call him and set up some kind of meeting and get this document altered to my liking also, not just theirs.

"You're doing that thing again." Mia's voice cuts me out of my thoughts. "You know it's creepy when you stare off into space like that."

"Sorry, was just thinking about everything," I say softly, stuffing the document back into the envelope it came in.

"It's a lot, I know, but once you put your foot down like I know you can it'll all even out. You'll see." Mia was often right about these things, then again she was always the one to come up with the ideas that would get us into trouble growing up. I trusted her with things like this because I knew it would never leave the two of us, but trusting her to convince me to do something that could lead to me signing my life away? I was going to be a little more cautious of that.

"I should probably go, I got another show tonight," I say, hopping off of the seat I was perched on.

"Oh! I'm coming to the show next Monday! Don't mess up for me okay?" She says, skipping around the counter to give me a quick hug before I leave.

"Of course I won't, you're my lucky charm." I joke, pulling away and waving. She waves back, knowing I could find my way out.

I contemplated calling Seonghwa as I walked through the city streets. I let out an annoyed huff at the constant tug-of-war going on in my head. My finger hovered over the call button as I stared down at his contact. He'd probably show up tonight, but did I really want to decline his initial offer in person?

Without thinking I pressed call, holding my phone up to my ear as I chewed on my bottom lip nervously. I felt a sick feeling of nerves in my stomach, the same feeling I felt before I went out on stage.

It rings 4 times before he picks up.

"I thought you'd think about it a while longer." He states, his voice rough. I take a deep breath before I speak.

"I'm declining your 'invitation'," I stated, making sure my voice sounded defiant.

"What?" He asked, sounding genuinely surprised.

"You heard me. This... Contract is far too controlling for my liking and I refuse to subject myself to signing my life away for a man who only graced me with his presence last night." I say, earning some looks from passersby.

"Doll-"

"I'm not done! Look, I like you. But the only way this is happening is if we rewrite this to include my own terms. And I want whoever the hell you expect me to share myself with to be there also. No way in hell am I agreeing to something like that without even knowing what they look like." I say, rather rushed. Silence follows, and I look at my phone screen for a moment to make sure the phone call didn't end. As I placed the phone back to my ear I heard laughter.

"My, I really underestimated you didn't I?" Seonghwa chuckles. "A real firecracker you are, so unassuming up until now." I could feel his grin through the screen, and it made my blood boil.

"If you're going to waste my time-"

"Hold on a second, Doll." He says, his voice still laced with amusement. "I'll organize a dinner, how does that sound? You, me, and the others who helped write the original contract. That way you can meet everyone and get your boundaries heard."

I blinked in surprise at his offer. Was it really that easy? "You're serious?"

"Of course I am! Honestly, it's refreshing to talk to someone as pretty as you about business exchanges." He chuckles. "You have a show tonight, yes? Are you free Saturday night?"

I clear my throat. "Uhm, yeah?"

"Excellent, I'll send you the details tonight with your Gardenias." He says, hanging up before I can get another word in.

I gape at the phone, staring at it as I stand frozen in the middle of the street. I look around for a moment before continuing on my way.

I had a sinking feeling that this dinner was not going to be as easy as he made it seem. The others were most definitely businessmen also, co-owners of ATZ Corp. Me, a broke ballerina versus 8 businessmen on their own turf.

Pray for me.

[snippychicke]

Poppy Seeds -- Part One

As you may have guessed, I fell into a new hyper fixation. Poppy's Playtime of all things. >.<

Inspired by TooManyPsuedonyms work, which in turn was inspired by @semisolidmind fanart/cabin!Au for Playtime Poppy.

I know right now we have no idea who or what Ollie is, but I decided to go with the assumption he is just a kid and not the Prototype as some theorists are assuming. This will likely be debunked in chapter four, but I'm running with it until then.

Dogday/Player!reader (attempting keeping it gender neutral)

Warnings: will touch on the after effects of trauma, but nothing is super explicit. Maybe some unhealthy coping skills (Dogday holding Reader on a pedestal) But otherwise we're giving everyone a happy ending. (Everything is wonderful and nothing hurts)

One: Home

Your hands gripped the steering wheel tight as your old truck climbed up the steep incline. It hadn't liked the rough road on a good day, let alone with Kissy and Dogday in the back trying to drag it down. Now it whined and complained, the wheels occasionally skidding on the gravel. Ollie clutched to Poppy tightly next to you, his sunken eyes wide with fear. Poppy, to her credit, looked confident that everything would be okay.

By the time you reached the cabin nestled high above the valley, it was close to midnight. It was a sizable two story home, complete with a barn, garage, and even a chicken coop. Thick forest surrounded the homestead, assuring complete privacy. A year ago your grandparents had moved into an assisted living community in town, leaving the whole place to you. The rest of the family had not been happy but in your defense you would come out every school break growing up to help them out.

And then, after you left Playtime Co, you had moved in under the guise of getting your life sorted out. Your grandparents never asked why it was taking you a decade to figure it out. Which you were glad, because you didn't know how you would have answered them.

Ollie’s fear eased into wonder as he looked at the flock of sheep you had in the pens up front. You were just thankful they were still there, looking rather healthy despite the fact you had been unexpectedly gone for a week or so.

When you had received the letter and VHS about the old Playtime Co you had interned 10 years ago while in college, you thought you would be gone for a few days at most considering it was a few hours away. You prepped your home as best as you could for being gone that long-- giving extra water and feed to the animals, setting the sprinklers for your garden on a timer-- but had little hopes of your own survival let alone that of your animals after being dragged deep into hell.

You didn’t bother with the detached garage, but pulled up right next to the porch. You were exhausted, and you could only imagine everyone else was as well. The truck seemed all too happy to shut off with a rough sound. You looked over at Ollie, who was still looking at everything in wonder, though Poppy was carefully extracting herself from his grip. “You okay there kiddo?”

He looked back at you, “This is where you live?” he asked instead, voice full of awe. “It looks like it's from a fairytale book!”

It really wasn't, it's a typical farm for this part of the country. Hardly one of the fanciest or beautiful, just simple and sturdy.

“Let's get inside and get settled for the night,” you offer instead of remarking. “I should have the stuff for some sandwiches at least.”

“Sand…witches?” Ollie repeated, sounding confused.

“Meat and bread,” Poppy answered, unbuckling the boy. “Sometimes with ketchup, mustard, mayo, cheese.”

“So, food? I like food!”

Your heart ached. You knew the boy had been raised in the factory, hidden away and protected from the Prototype or hungry ‘toys’. The fact he had was a miracle enough--especially considering how small and thin he was. He had to be ten at the youngest, but barely looked as if he was half that age.

The passenger door opened, which considering how much trouble Kissy had with her hands, was surprising. Yet the pink creature reached in and pulled both Ollie and Poppy out of the truck.

Dogday waited for you as you exited the truck, your legs shaky from the long ride. However, his attention wasn't on you but the dark sky above. It was a new moon, meaning the Milky Way arched overhead with dozens of stars. A glance over to Kissy and the others showed they too were amazed by the stars--you could hear Poppy trying to explain all of it to Ollie quietly.

“It's beautiful, isn't it?” You said as you stepped closer to Dogday.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “I-I’ve never seen the night sky like this.”

“Well, now you can see it every night,” you said, shouldering his arm lightly. “Best place for meteor showers too.”

Dogday tore his gaze away and looked down at you. “Are you sure we can stay here, angel?”

“Of course. As long as you want, even if it's forever.” Granted, you didn't know where else they would go, especially Dogday and Kissy. But you didn't want to assume anything either, or make them feel trapped.

His hand found yours, so giant compared to yours but soft and warm. “Forever it is then.”

You felt your cheeks warm against the chilly night air as you laughed self-consciously. “Right, you might wanna sleep on that kind of decision, ‘Day.”

Two: Sleep

You woke slowly, feeling warm and cozy. Something soft was surrounding you, with the faintest hint of vanilla. At first you thought maybe you were wrapped up in a thick blanket, but when you opened your eyes to matted brown fur you realized it was Dogday instead, his arms wrapped around you and holding you close as if you were the toy. You could feel him breathe softly, each inhale and exhale caressing your skin softly.

(You didn't want to think about the amalgamation of organic and inorganic parts inside of him. You saw enough when you helped attach his legs to leave you with nightmares.)

For once, Dogday looked relaxed. Dark eyes closed and his smile softened. You couldn’t resist running your fingers along his face. He had been one of the few you had instantly trusted in that hell. One of the few that never even seemed to think about harming you.

Poppy had used you for her own means, not giving you a real choice ever since you released her. Kissy Missy had always been kind but you had soon realized that her partnership with Poppy may have played a part in it. And of course there was Ollie, though it took a while for you to trust the faceless voice on the phone, especially after you learned that the Prototype could mimic voices and Ollie had a very… peculiar way of phrasing things.

Yet Dogday… he had raised his head, and saw you as someone special as soon as his gaze met yours. Begged you to leave him behind and to run when the miniature Critters started to swarm. Actively fought to defend and protect you despite missing the lower half of his body at first.

And ever since, had refused to leave your side. While everyone else did their part, he determinedly stuck with you. Even last night after everyone finished eating and all anyone could think about was sleep. Kissy happily cuddled Poppy and Ollie in her arms as she climbed up the stairs to claim a bedroom. You expected Dogday to follow suit…

“Hey, uh, angel?” Dogday said softly, sounding rather shy. He had stuck around to help you clean up, though all that consisted of was a few plates, cups, and butter knives. Though the number of sandwiches consumed had emptied out all the bread, lunchmeat, cheese, as well as peanut butter and jelly in your pantry.

“Yeah?” You were getting used to the nickname, though you still felt as if it was undeserved the way he said it. As if you truly were an angel from heaven, sent to save.

“... Could I sleep with you?”

His question surprised you, and you almost dropped the cup you had been washing. Thankfully he quickly grabbed it before it could fall very far. “Sleep…with me?”

Granted those last two… days? You weren't sure, but you and him had found safe spots to watch out for each other while the other slept. It was the only time during the whole ‘adventure’ you managed to sleep. Wrapped up in his arms, feeling him breathe, listening to his heartbeat. It reminded you weren't alone anymore.

“I… don't want to be alone,” he continued, drying off the cup and placing it on the shelf. “Even if I know you and the others are nearby, I…”

Your surprise shifted into sympathy and understanding. Kissy, Poppy, and Ollie were together… and now that you thought about it, being alone right now did not fill you with any sort of ease.

“Yeah. I mean, if you don't mind cuddling close. My bed is barely big enough for two normal-sized people, let alone one me and one… well, Dogday.”

His smile widened. “With you? Never.”

Dogday shifted in his sleep, turning his head to nuzzle into your hand before his eyes slowly opened. His smile widened slightly, and you heard more than saw his tail thump against the bed which in turn made you smile wider as well. “Morning,” you greeted softly.

“Good morning, angel,” he said just as softly. “Did you sleep well?”

“Best sleep in a long time,” you admitted with a slight laugh. Trying to sleep in the factory had been a scary experience. Finding small places to hide long enough to close your eyes. Waking and jumping at every little sound. Plagued by endless nightmares.

And you had been there for just a few days, a week at most.

“What about you?” you asked. Him and the others had lived in that hell for a decade. You didn't startle awake from him lashing out at nightmares. Which you had seen him do a few times before at the factory. You had held him in your laps as best you could, reassuring him he was okay as he broke down.

He leaned closer, nuzzling your cheek slightly. “Next to you, how could I not?”

You laughed between his flirty words and his fur tickling your skin. “You're such a flirt!”

Three: Morning After

“It's so bright outside!” Ollie gasped as he looked out the window while you worked on breakfast. Thankfully none of the eggs had spoiled, nor had any milk, meaning you were whipping up a full course of scrambled eggs and pancakes-- as well as cooking the few boxes of frozen sausages you had found in the freezer.

Dogday was currently watching them like a hawk, occasionally licking his lips as he moved them around in the skillet.

“Actually. That's cloudy. See how the sky is gray. Not blue?” Poppy pointed out, also gazing out the window. “On sunny days, it's a bright vibrant blue, and even brighter.”

“Really?” The boy looked up to you to confirm the doll's words, and you nodded your head. To think he had never seen the sky before. To be unable to tell a sunny day from a cloudy one.

“It actually looks like it could rain,” you pointed out. “Maybe we should hold off on a bath until after you have fun in the mud.”

His brow furrowed in confusion. “I thought if you get caught in the rain, you'll get sick?”

“Psh, no. At least, not as long as you can dry off and warm up afterwards. It'll also give me time to look through stuff down in the basement. I think there should be some old hand me downs that should fit you.”

“A good bath can do wonders.” Poppy hopped down from the windowsill and into Kissy's hand before the giant monster also gently corralled Ollie to the table where the food was waiting. “It's been such a long time.”

“Er, excuse me for being intrusive…” you set down a towering plate of pancakes before sitting yourself. “But can you guys get wet?”

“We may not be flesh and bone anymore, but we can still enjoy a good shower,” Dogday answered as he set the plate of sausage links in front of you. “Or even a swim.”

“Why is the water white?” Ollie interrupted, looking oddly at the glass of milk Kissy poured in front of him. “I've never seen it that color before.”

“It’s milk,” Poppy answered. “You used to love it when you were a baby and we had access to some.”

Ollie sniffed suspiciously before taking a drink… and then nearly gulping the entire glass in one go. You took the opportunity of everyone chuckling at the boy to split the sausage between the others. Kissy noticed first and clapped excitedly, her mit-like hands muffling the sound.

“Angel,” Dogday sighed, though you weren't sure he was touched or exasperated. Or maybe both.

“Shh, I saw the way you were eyeing them. I can always buy more when I go to town.”

He was silent for a while before taking a bite of the sausage, savoring it unlike Kissy who had all but inhaled hers. Ollie was following Kissy’s example with the banquet of food, while Poppy was benign as dainty as could be, cutting everything into tiny bites, even for her smaller size.

You couldn’t help but savor your own food, feeling rather happy and optimistic about the future.

[pinkshortbread]

🌺 Daisuke X Reader 🌺

WARNING : NSFW ; cunniligus.

ENGLISH IS NOT MY MOTHER-TONGUE !

Daisuke is trans, Reader is gender neutral.

This happens before the crash.

[Wanna play ?]

You and Daisuke, you both have been keeping your relationship a secret on the Tulpar : Professionalism issues. The company can not handle that.

However, it wasn't a problem for the employees to sleep or stay in each others quarters, which is quite questionnable but you couldn't care less.

Right now, you were with Daisuke, both laying onto his bed. Your head on his chest, one of his arms around you. Your eyes on his game screen.

Lost in your thoughs. Some music played with his bluetooth speaker he managed to bring onto the ship.

Daisuke was playing with his GameBoy, you see his fingers doing the most confusable manipulations and yet... you were bored.

Not bored of him, bored of the whole context.

6 fellows, alone in the Universe.

2 young adults, keeping their situation as most discreet as possible.

You were both seen as close friends, friends who always spent their free-time together. That's what two young adults do, right ?

Shit, and you started getting horny.

Hhh...

"Babe ?" Daisuke called you, that lovable nickname he decided to gave you the first time you decided officialise your bond together.

"Ah, sorry. Yeah ?" You respond to him, your cheeks were close to flush. Your thoughs were suddenly cut off by his voice.

"You okay ?"

You look down at his hands, he defeated the boss, the little screen glowing his victory.

"A bit bored. I'm okay, don't worry." You looked up at him, he looked back down at you. A cute smile curled on his lips.

"Wanna play ?" He said, almost handing you his GameBoy to your face.

"No thanks Dai. I was thinking about..." You take the GameBoy out of his hands, placing the game console onto the bed table. "I was thinking about you."

"About me ? Yeah, I do that too sometimes, I always think about you-"

"No you idiot." You giggled and pressed a kiss to his lips, bringing your body close to his, almost hovering him. "I was thinking about...

...

...

...

Can I eat you ?"

"Right now ?" Daisuke asked, brushing his nose against yours.

You reply to his gesture by doing the same. "Yeah..."

"Horny, huh ?" He smirked close to your face, wetting his lips by reflex. "Yeah, why not Boo..." Daisuke nodded.

Your face flushed, you look down to your reward as you placed your fingers onto the hem of his pants.

He rose his hips so you can easily slide off the piece of fabric, you gulped, doing it so.

You licked your lips as you threw his pants across the room. You guided your hands to part his legs.

He soaked already his boxers. His half-lidded eyes locked onto yours.

He is panting already.

"Dude, do I have this effect on you ?" You say, pressing your index finger onto the soaked spot. You raise an eyebrow playfully.

He hisses in bliss.

"Shit..." Daisuke groaned out.

"I guess I do. Mh..." You hum in confidence, pushing your finger to create some sort of friction. Daisuke let out a long pretty whine at the action. You smile at his reaction.

"Babe, you're unfair, please-"

You didn't even let him finish his sentence that you snatched off his boxers just to see his glistening pussy.

"Arf... I missed that, you're so handsome... Holy shit." You manage to say between your sighs, bringing your face close to his intimacy.

Your arms around his legs, your hands travelling to his tummy, your fingers brushing his sides.

Daisuke squirms to your touch.

Your breathing brushed his needy folds, his body responds by a twitch. His back already arched.

And then, your nose met his clitoris, your mouth reached his sticky slit. Daisuke brought his fingers to your hair, making the same mess as he is already.

You savoured him like he was your last meal, so sweet and acid at the same time. All around your mouth it was covered by your saliva and his juices, and you took him like a piece of meat.

You sniffed his whole scent, he smells so good and yet you were almost ashamed of it but-

You needed him, you need him close, close to you, you needed him.

Your thoughs started to drift off but your body continued to move on his own, your fingers looking to grip onto his shaky hips.

You hold onto him and Daisuke holds onto you.

"Baby, baby, bab- BABYY- AH-"

The tip of your tongue teases his entrance, his eyes widened at you. Everything felt like he was about to scream your name at any moment just with your tongue.

Your thumb settled down onto his buddle of nerve, doing gentle but slow motions on it. And it was pleasurably painful to him.

As you managed to enter your tongue into his pussy, Daisuke felt like he could pull your hair but he decided to slap his hands onto his mouth to muffle his could-be-so-loud moans.

The Devil on your shoulder sang to you they wished they could hear them but the Angel stayed focused : you guys needed to be quiet.

Aaah yeah.

You missed your games together. ❤️

[svltzmans]

bet - h.m.

hope mikaelson x fem! reader

warnings: smut 18+! wrote most of this late at night (sorry if there are nonsense sentences) reader and hope drink a teeny bit (but are both of legal drinking age) <3

"truth or dare?"

hope erupts into laughter. she's sure y/n wasn't actually asking her to play a sleepover game invented by twelve year olds.

then again, y/n had suggested crazier things after a drink or two.

playing a party game on the floor of hope's bedroom was tame.

"i'm serious," y/n insists, before inadvertently starting to giggle alongside hope. "which one?"

"truth, i guess, i don't trust you to give me a dare," hope had to get on y/n's nerves a bit, considering she was the reason they were playing this immature game in the first place.

y/n feigns offense, bringing her hand to her chest in exaggerated shock. "you don't trust me?"

"not with this. now, what do you wanna hear the truth about?" hope quips, taking a sip of her beverage.

"how can i make this as scandalous as possible?"

"so i can't trust you with truths either?"

y/n can't help but laugh at hope once again, and before they know it, they're both laughing until they're out of breath.

"so, have you ever faked an orgasm?"

hope practically chokes on air, taken aback by the forward nature of y/n's question.

y/n continues to laugh. "sorry, too forward?"

"i mean, it's truth or dare. might as well make it interesting. yeah, i have."

"no way." y/n stares at hope with a doubtful look in her face.

"i honestly don't think i've ever... not faked one."

"what? you've never...?"

"i mean, i have by myself. never with anyone else."

y/n couldn't believe the conversation she was having with hope. they had always been close, but not quite this close.

hope hides her face behind her hands. "don't look at me like that!"

"that's just... pathetic," y/n laughs before finishing her sentence. "people still can't make a girl cum."

hope's breath hitches at the vulgarity of the conversation. she'd be lying if she said she wasn't enjoying the tension.

"well, they otherwise were winners i suppose."

hope's attempt to defend her taste in partners fails miserably, with y/n stifling a laugh.

"what, like you could do better?" hope interjects smugly, crossing her arms dramatically across her chest.

"i bet i could."

hope is sure y/n is joking. they had shared many laughs throughout the night.

but y/n is looking at her in a way that tells her she's dead serious.

and before she knows it, she's leaning into y/n, pulling her lips into her own.

y/n is swift at lifting hope off the floor and into her lap, hands firm on her thighs.

hope's hips inadvertently rock back and forth, gasps escaping under her breath.

y/n flips them over, hovering over hope laying on her back.

"strip," she mutters, with a sudden confidence.

hope is quick to oblige, shuffling out of her outfit in record time.

"you're perfect," y/n lowly mumbles. "spread your legs."

hope almost whines at her command before following it.

y/n rests her head between hope's legs, lightly kissing her thighs.

hope had never experienced so much care in this type of situation - or been so filled with need.

"my god y/n just hurry up- oh,"

hope's complaint is interrupted by y/n's tongue on her aching clit, her hands pushing her thighs further apart.

she whines when y/n pulls away, a smirk plastered on her face.

"already fucking you better than the others, huh?" she taunts, inches away from hope's pussy.

hope pulls her back in by the hair. "keep doing that. we have a goal here, don't we?"

"touché," y/n mutters before sucking hope's clit into her mouth.

"fuck, y/n. just like that."

motivated by hope's praise, y/n is unrelenting. she didn't intend to go easy on her.

"you're so good at that," hope mewls, running her fingers through y/n's hair.

hope presses her legs together, the sight of y/n between them making her moan.

she rocks her hips back and forth, letting y/n's tongue roll over her in a way that nearly sends her over the edge.

"i'm, i'm close, so close," she manages to growl, her back arching into y/n. "please don't stop, you're gonna make me cum."

hope is blabbering the words out, her brain only able to focus on the feeling.

y/n makes eye contact with hope, looking deeply at her with an expression of pure desire, throwing her over the edge.

hope lets out a raspy moan, her vision briefly going black. she swears she's on another planet by the time her body finally relaxes.

y/n smirks up at hope. "i won the bet."

"that you did," she responds, still out of breath.

[taesansbeloved]

The Dare to Love

| Kim Woonhak X Reader

| Genre: kind of friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, high-school.

| warnings: shy woonhak :(. Real names are used (Han Dongmin, Kim Donghyun, Lee Sanghyeok). Awkward woonhak. Not proofread :<

| Word count: 2,854

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Woonhak. If you asked one of Kim Woonhak's friends to describe him, they would simply say ‘obsessed with y/n’ without thinking.

I mean, it's really obvious how obsessed he is with her. She's all he talks about. She is the last thought before he goes to sleep. She is the first person he thinks about when he wakes up. She is the person distracting him during classes.

Everyone at school knows about his crush on the high-school sweetheart. Even guys are starting to pity the man so they stop talking to her to give him a chance.

But he always passes it.

Every time he musters up the courage to talk to her, he just chickens out as soon as he sees her eyes on his. It always leaves him embarrassed and red as a tomato, whining to his friends about ‘I couldn't talk to the prettiest girl in school’.. his words, not mine.

Now, Woonhak isn't the only one having a crush. Y/n also has always wondered about Woonhak. His shyness, his charming looks, his unwavering confidence have always amazed her. She kind of guessed that he had a crush on her. I mean, the guy could barely even utter a word in her presence. But she wasn't entirely sure either.

+*:ꔫ:*

Woonhak is now sat with his group of five, goofball friends.

One of his closest friends, Lee Sanghyeok, decided to bring them all over for a little ‘boys only sleepover’.

Woonhak was excited before, but now he is groaning in Myung Jaehyun's shoulder.

You must be wondering why… I'll tell you.

All of Woonhak's friends obviously knew about his HUGE crush on Y/n L/n, so his mischievous friend, Han Dongmin, decided to take matters into his own hands.

He thought it would be a good idea to play truth or dare, but before doing so he gathered everyone while Woonhak was grabbing snacks from Sanghyeok's pantry and told them all that they will press on Woonhak to choose a dare and he would have to call Y/n over.

Believe it or not, that was the entire reason for this said ‘sleepover’. The last thing Sanghyeok wanted was his friends at his place, but Dongmin is a damn good convincer.

“No, guys. There is no way I'm doing that.” Woonhak whined as he kept shaking his head ‘no’.

“Come on, it's a dare. You have to do it.” Kim Donghyun, another of Woonhak's closest friends, urged.

Woonhak shook his head once more.

“I don't even have her number.” Woonhak said, smiling internally, that he found a reason to not do the dare.

“I have it.” Park Sungho said, ruining Woonhak's relief.

“Why do you even have her number?” Woonhak asked with frowned lips.

“We're in the same group project. Why? Are you jealous?” Sungho smirked as he pinched Woonhak's cheeks.

Sungho got his phone out and shoved it into Woonhak's chest.

“Call, tell her who you are, then invite her over.” Dongmin said as Woonhak held Sungho's phone tightly.

“I can call her…. but I'm not inviting her over.” He said, voice small and barely loud.

Jaehyun cackled as he shoved Woonhak by his shoulder. “The dare is to call her AND invite her.” Jaehyun said, grabbing the phone and quickly searching for Y/n's number.

As soon as he found it, he pressed the call button, put it on speaker, and threw the phone at Woonhak.

Woonhak's eyes widened as everyone watched him panic as they waited for her to pick up.

In the midst of his mental breakdown, Y/n's sweet honey voice filled the room.

“Hello?” Y/n asked in utter confusion.

Woonhak's eyes widened even more as he looked around at his friends, not knowing what to say.

‘Say something!’ Donghyun mouthed to him as he vigorously gestured towards the phone.

“Sungho? You there?” You ask as you start to think he called you by accident.

“Umm..h-hi.” Woonhak immediately regretted opening his mouth.

On the other side of the phone Y/n moved the phone away from her ear and checked the contact with a frown. The contact name clearly said ‘Park Sungho’..then why isn’t his voice.

Y/n put the phone against her ear again and waited for any noise or shuffle.

Silence.

“Is this a prank?” Y/n spoke with an irritated tone.

“No, no. Um, this is Kim Woonhak from y-your Physics and Math class ....” Woohak spoke in a panicked rush. He was not letting this chance go.

Y/n smiled to herself as she understood why it was silent for a long time.

“Woonhak, hi. Um.. why are you calling from Sungho’s phone?” Y/n asked, still a bit puzzled.

The six boys that were sitting in a circle panicked at the same time. There is no way they’re telling her this is a dare. Woonhak’s eyes darted around the room, trying to find a reasonable answer.

“W-well..um..can you wait for a moment?” He said as he quickly covered the speaker of the phone so she didn't hear his and his friends panicked whispers.

“What the heck do I say?” Woonhak said as he whisper-yelled.

The five boys shrugged their shoulders as they all began to think in union. “You know what? Just tell her that you’re with Sungho and his friends and that you would like to invite her over.” Dongmin whispered quickly as Woonhak shook his head.

“Why would she even agree to come over when we’re all guys and she doesn’t even know you guys.” Woonhak chided as he heard a faint ‘hello?’ from the phone. “Just a sec.” He told her quickly before returning his attention to his friends that seem to really like the wall.

“Guys, what’s going on?” Woonhak voiced as he looked at Jaehyun who seemed to be guessing which shade of white was the wall.

“Woonhak, we’re all friends to Y/n because unlike you, we actually make conversations with the girl.” Sungho finally said. “So if you invited her over with all of us here, she wouldn't mind. Trust me. Now don’t keep the girl waiting.” Sungho continued as Woonhak gawked at him with wide eyes.

“Woonhak? Are you still there?” Y/n’s muffled voice broke the silence.

Woonhak panicked again as he removed his hand from the speaker. “Yes. Still here. Um..so..would you like to-would you like to come over at Sanghyeok’s place…everybody is here..umm Sungo, Dongmin, Donghyun, and Jaehyun are all here.BUT if you don’t want to then that’s absolutely fine, I totally understand-” Woonhak was cut off by Y/n’s heavenly giggle.

“Woonhak, I would love to. Just send me the address and I’ll be there. Should I bring anything with me?” Y/n said with a wide smile on her face.

Woonhak froze. Poor guy is stunned that the girl actually agreed. The guys shared proud looks as Donghyun took notice of Woonhak’s frozen figure and decided to answer for him instead, “No, Y/n, you don’t have to bring anything with you.”

Y/n chuckled again and bid them goodbye. Sungho quickly snatched his phone from Woonhak’s frozen hand and quickly sent her Sanghyeok’s address.

“Hak, this is your chance in everlasting love. You’re either getting a girlfriend tonight or you’re gonna screw up so badly she would have to move schools.” Jaehyun said as he shook Woonhak’s figure.

“Holy shit, Y/n is coming over. Oh my god. This place is a mess we need to clean.” Woonhak said as he got up and began to adjust the cushions and flatten out the already flattened carpet.

The boys looked around at the said ‘messy’ place. “Just let him be,” Dongmin said as they all watched Woonhak run around the house, frantically checking if there was something out of place or something that shouldn't be there.

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After a good 15 minutes of freaking out, Woonhak settled on the ground beside Jaehyun, fidgeting with anything he found.

“Dude, why are you freaking out so bad?” Dongmin asked with a smirk as he bonked Woonhak's head with his foot.

“Why? Maybe because she is the most gorgeous girl on this planet and she has a beautiful smile and a heart made out of gold. Or maybe it’s because I’ve had the biggest crush on her for over three years now. Or maybe it’s because I can’t seem to speak in her presence.” Woonhak rambled as he buried his face in the palm of his hands.

All the guys try to stifle their laughter as they watch Woonhak freak out.

Before any of them can start teasing him, the doorbell rang making all six heads look up. Woonhak shot up from the ground then rushed to the full sized mirror and hastily fixed his hair, clothes, and slapped himself twice.

While all that was happening, Sanghyeok got up from the comfort of his couch and opened the door, revealing the one and only, Y/n L/n.

“Hi, Y/n. I’m glad you could make it,” Sanhyeok said as he greeted the girl and ushered her inside the house.

“Same. Sorry if I’m a little late. I brought pizza.” She said as she held up the four boxes of pizza up making the boys rush towards her with large smiles on their faces.

“You are an angel.” Donghyun said as he took the pizza from her and took him with her inside.

Y/n chuckled as she looked around, searching for one specific boy.

“Where’s Woonhak? Did he leave?” Y/n asked with a frown.

The said boy peeked his head out of the room at the mention of his name. His ear and face started heating up as soon as he realized it was you.

He took a deep breath and thought to himself don’t mess it up, Woonhak. You’ve been waiting for this moment then he slowly made his way out of the room.

“H-hi.” He mentally slapped himself for stuttering.

Y/n’s eyes sparkled as she looked at the shy boy coming towards her. “Oh, Woonhak. I thought you left. Thank you so much for inviting me over.” She said, giving him one of her bright, dizzy-giving smiles.

Woonhak smiled at her as he nodded his head, not knowing how to respond.

“Okay, so Y/n, what kinds of movies do you like?” Sanghyeok asked after he watched the awkward exchange between the two.

Y/n snapped out of her daze and looked at the 5 boys that were watching her and Woonhak from the couch. “Oh, um, anything is fine with me. I like all genres.” She said as she walked towards the couch with Woonhak trailing silently behind her.

The two of them looked at the couch realizing there was no place for them to sit. Dongmin and Sungho shared a look then both slid out of the couch and on the ground beside Donghyun, giving Y/n and Woonhak a place to sit.

Y/n smiled at them as she sat on the couch and Woonhak sat beside her awkwardly. Beside Y/n was Jaehyun and beside Woonhak was Sanghyeok making Y/n and Woonhak in the middle of the couch beside each other.

“Okay, so, since it’s October, how about a horror movie?” Dongmin suggested, knowing how much Woonhak hates horror movies.

Y/n nodded with the rest as Woonhak and Jaehyun shook their heads. “You don’t like horror movies?” Y/n asked Woonhak as Woonhak looked at her with a perplexed look.

He shook his head, “I get easily scared.” Woonhak said, embarrassed. Y/n laughed as she looked at him with fondness.

“Don’t worry, your knight in shining armor will save you from any jumpscares.” Y/n said as Woonhak’s face heated up.

“What about me, Y/n? Will you be my savior?” Jaehyun asked with a pout, testing Woonhak’s patience.

Before Y/n can answer, Woonhak beat her to it, “No she won’t.” He said, confusing himself.

The boys all covered their mouths with their hands, stifling their laughter. “Okay, possessive.” Y/n said, finding Woonhak the most endearing person ever.

“Okay, buddy.” Jaehyun said as he turned his head to the side.

After a few moments of silence and Woonhak internally hitting his head on the wall, Y/n broke the silence, “So, what movie are you guys gonna play?” She asked.

“Oh, we have no idea. How about you decide?” Donghyun said, handing Y/n the TV remote.

Y/n reluctantly accepted it and started pondering on what to watch. Beside her, Woonhak watched her focus face with pure admiration and love (Dongmin took a photo to tease him with it later)

“Okay, how about…The Conjuring?” Y/n asked, looking around for approval. Everybody nodded as you pressed play.

“Don’t worry. This film isn’t that scary.” Y/n whispered to Woonhak as Woonhak accidentally made eye contact with the her, causing him to blush and immediately look away making Y/n chuckle.

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In union all the 6 boys screamed as the scary looking girl jumped on the camera.

Y/n looked at them with a dumbfounded face, confused on why they're scared.

“Y/n, why did you pick this movie?” Sungho whined from his place on the plush carpet, dramatically clutching his chest.

“Guys, calm down. What would you have done if I played The Exorcist?” Y/n said with a chuckle as she paused the movie and Sanhyeok turned on the lights.

“The Exorcist? What's that?” Woonhak asked, heart still beating loudly…but not just from the jumpscare.

“Would you like to know?” Y/n smirked as they all laughed.

Woonhak cleared his throat as he got up from the couch to serve some pizza (they couldn't eat during the movie because they were too tensed up).

Woonhak puts two slices of pizzas on a plate and turns around to serve it to Y/n, but as he put the plate on her hands Jaehyun yelled out “Woonhak's first serving is for the person he loves most!”

Woonhak and Y/n both froze.

Woonhak hastily gave her the plate and turned away.

“I'll go get water.” Woonhak mumbled and quickly went to the kitchen.

All 5 boys and Y/n shared looks.

“He likes me, doesn't he?” Y/n asked as all the 5 boys nodded.

She smiled to herself, “Where is the kitchen?” Y/n asked Sanghyeok. He pointed to where and Y/n followed his navigation.

“He should thank us for helping him with his love life.” Donghyun said as he continued munching on his pizza.

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In the kitchen, Woonhak poured water into a cup and drank from it slowly. This was his only chance to confess. He wanted to, really, but his shy nature couldn't.

Y/n sneaked into the kitchen, Woonhak's back to her. She trudged closer to him and stood silently beside him.

“So, I take it that you like me?” Her voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

He looked at her with guilty eyes and a red face.

He nodded slowly.

She chuckled as she nudged his shoulder with hers. “I kind of guessed. You're not that slick, Woonhakie.” She said with a fond smile as she looked up at him. She hadn't even realized how tall he is compared to her (She likes taller guys)

“Yeah.” That's all Woonhak could say as he pondered what to say next. Does he ask her out? Does he suggest being friends first? He has no idea what to do.

“Are you free this Saturday?” She asked, making eye contact with him.

“That's my line.” He chuckled as he looked away with a deep red flush.

She laughed as she waited for him to say something else.

“Yes, I'm free this Saturday. Also….I'm sorry I've always been so awkward with you. You're really pretty and you make me really nervous because as you know I have a really big crush on you. If you want to start off as friends, that would be totally fine. And-” He was cut off by her plush, pink lips clashing with his.

She moved her lips against his as he stayed still. She pulled away slowly and looked at Woonhak with a shy smile.

“Was that too early?” She said with a flushed face.

He shook his head, not letting his eyes move away from the ethereal figure standing before him.

“Yeah?” She said with a laugh that made Woonhak's heart flutter vigorously.

“Is this the right time to ask for your number?” He said, voice low and shy.

She chuckled as she nodded her head.

“You're really pretty.” He whispered as he looked at her with all the love in the world.

“And you're really cute.” She said back, brushing her knuckles against his smooth cheek.

Woonhak and Y/n stared at each other. There weren't really any words needed. They clearly fancied each other in ways that they found confusing due to their young age.

Woonhak told himself to remember to thank his friends. They really gave him the dare to love.

[rodrickrulezz]

HIIIIII

So I was thinking Rodrick x reader first time, but like not a smut just the way they explore each other body and just their first experience with sexuality

ILY and your work🫶

this is so cute ahh and tysm for ur support!!!! ( ´∀｀ ) this is probably the most spiciest fic I'll do ( ´△｀) pairing: rodrick × fem!reader

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The melancholic vocals of Chino Moreno drown out everything, leaving your focus only on your boyfriend, Rodrick.

His palms, mindlessly rubbing up and down your side, feeling the material of your black tank top. Seeming to be in the same trance you're in.

His eyes fill up with love, dilating them. A sudden grin spreads across his face. He makes a fanning gesture, "God, it is sooo hot in here, huh? " he continues, "I reckon you should take this off.." he tugs at the hem of your tank top.

You smile, knowingly, seeing through his words. You play along, "Oh yeah, it is.. I guess I'll have to take this off to cool down.. "

You replace Rodrick's hand on the hem and pull it over your head, discarding it, it landing on the bottom of his bed.

A breath Rodrick didn't even know he was holding leaves him, wide eyes stare back at you. His eyes switch to your face and then to your lacey black bra. "Can I? " he utters, it's all he can get out.

You nod, a bit too eagerly, waiting for his touch. He caressed the delicate cotton, tracing the decorative patterns. "You can touch," you murmur, taking his hand into yours cupping your adorned breasts with his hand.

You didn't know his eyes could get any wider but they did. He squeezed gently, breathing out "so beautiful.." The genuine adoration of his words makes your cheeks heat up a light pink. "Thankyou." He hums in return, leaning closer to you. Placing sweet kisses down your collarbone inching towards your chest. His hand cemented to your breasts. Looking up with dazed eyes as if your the most ethereal thing he's ever seen.

"Rod.." You groaned. "Yeah, baby?" he says in between kisses his eyes, raise to yours. "I want something pretty to look at too.." you whine as you tug the rim of his baggy shirt.

He smirks and repeats your actions of discarding his shirt the way you did, his shirt lands next to yours. "Like this? "

Your hands immediately attach your hands to his stomach feeling his skin. His chain embellishing his collarbone. Tracing his happy trail. He shudders from both the touch of your skin and your thoughts on his body. "So handsome.."

He grins, his confidence surging back, he puts all of his weight on top of you, causing your back to sink into the bed with a giggle.

"Rodrick! " you scold him playfully. His grin still glued to his face, he migrates to your stomach. His head now cushioned by your abdomen, he places kisses anywhere he can reach. Your fingers find their way into his head, rubbing his scalp. He purrs, his finger tips disappear into the waistband of your pajama pants, caressing the band of your underwear.

The vulnerability of it all comforts you both, the warmth of admiration heats you both. The mutual feeling of enjoying eachother grows the mutual love.

His fingertips advances further down your underwear, feeling around. A sudden realisation washes over him, "Hey! These boxers are mine! "

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ahh I love him sm (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) hope you enjoyed this!! I'm open to kind constructive criticism and tell me what you liked so I can improve :33

[ashomodeus]

How the OM bros + Dateables react to walking in on M!Mc in just a towel after a shower.

Notes: Bad grammar, I haven't written in 2 years, I'm rusty. Though the Mc in obey me is gender neutral, or advertised as such, I just wanted to write about a M!Mc. Probably smut warning. Milking mentioned and other kinks as well, probably. Sorry it's all over the place I'm writing this with a killer migraine and whilst at work. Consider this an I'm backkkk. PLEASE SEND REQUEST IM SO UNORIGINAL. Or even send a request on a full story of one of these scenarios.

Part 1: Lucifer, Mammon, Levi

Part 2: Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphie

Part 3: Solomon, Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon

I would like to thank Beyonce for everything...

Satan

● Satan always knocks, but he never waits for an answer.

● He walked in and stared at Mc’s hips. He tried to keep cool but couldn't help but to stare.

●"was there something you needed Satan..." Mc stood there not sure why Satan was frozen.

● "Clearly but now I'm distracted." Satan said honestly. He pulled Mc close to him rubbing his buldge against Mcs toweled ass.

●Clearly the towel didn't feel good so Satan yanked down the towel. Groaned as he rubbed himself against Mc. He could feel his pants feel a bit wet since Mc was still wet from the shower.

● Something about Mc being fully nude while He's fully clothed gets him going a lot more. Mc whimpers wanting more contact.

● Satan feels a rush as he grabs Mcs hard cock and rubs him.

● Let's just say... they didn't leave the room for HOURS.

● Satan now tries to barge in as much as possible to walk in on Mc again.

Asmo

● Asmo wanted to know if Mc wanted to do a spa day and he walked in, his eyes were blessed.

● He stares and he will make it known how hot Mc looks. He looks at every curve. He starts to imagine what's under the towel.

●Mc was confident at first but while Asmo stares more and more he gets a bit more shy.

●"Oh don't you worry doll, there's no need to be shy~" Asmo need to be in Mc or have Mc in himself.

●"Could I... see what's underneath that towel Mc?" Asmo looked at Mc seductively. Mc nodded shyly.

●He pulled down the towel and got on his knees. Asmo softly kissed Mc's hips before putting Mc's rock hard cock in his mouth and began to suck while massaging his balls.

● "Oh my sweet love I'm going to milk you until you can't anymore" Asmo smiled.

Beel

●He wanted to show Mc a new snack he made. At first Beel didn't process Mc was in just a towel. He thought Mc was working out. Then he looked down.

●"sorry I didn't mean to interrupt you." Beel respectfully turned around. He didn't want Mc uncomfortable.

● Mc didn't mind. Mc told him to continue to talk because standing there was just more awkard. Beel did forget the food he was holding. He's hungry for something else. Gluttony isn't just over eating, It's over indulgence.

● His mind is now about Mc and Mc only. Beel unfortunately couldn't hide what he was packing as he turned around and it shocked Mc.

● "I brought you a snack... but I guess my body has other plans" He turned around to Mc.

● Let's just say Mc couldn't walk after that night.

Belphie

●Belphie was actually sleeping in Mc's room when he walked out with just a towel on. As Mc paces the room the towel got lower and lower.

●Belphie slowly woke up to see Mc in just a towel. He actually thinks he's dreaming so he grabs he cock and starts rubbing himself. He let out small whines as he stared at MC. Mc turns to see Belphie pleasuring himself to Mc's almost nude body.

● Belphie realizes he's not dreaming as Mc walks towards him slowly. Of course it's a little awkward at first but once Belphie starts something he's going to finish it. "Hnnn Mc I need you" He moaned out as he pumps harder.

● Belphie is trying to act as needy as possible so he can absolutely destroy Mc's throat.

● His embrassed feelings immediately dissappeared when he saw Mc was hard as well. That's when Mc came over and started to pump Belphie for him.

●There were so many positions that they wanted to try.

[chestnutninny]

Femininomenon

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, male x female smut, oral (Hotch receiving), fingering, swearing, fluff at the end!!

(So I know the lyrics of this song are originally about a woman, however I saw that Chappell said something about the song being about men not being able to make her cum. So...this imagine is about the reader never having an orgasm, but Hotch is determined to change that. In this imagine, I guess the reader is the femininomenon :)))) Also, this is my first female x male fic, so I hope you folks enjoy it, and don't be afraid to join my taglist for more fics in the future.)

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'Make a bitch go on and on...'

Your chest heaved as Hotch pinned your hips up against his desk, your skirt hiking up your thighs slightly. His lips met with yours in a fast-paced assault, kissing you with a passion you had never experienced before. He trailed his kisses down your jaw to your neck, where he was insistent on leaving small nips and marks on the delicate skin.

"Aaron...not here." You gasped out between whines, pleading him to do this in a more comfortable and private setting.

He returned his focus to your lips, planting gentle kisses on your passion-bruised lips. He slowly agreed and guided you to stand, straightening your skirt on the way. He held your hand as he planted a kiss on your forehead.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. Did I make you uncomfortable?" He questioned, his eyes gazing into your with concern and worry.

"No. It's just...I-It's been a while since I've done anything like that, so I'd rather just be somewhere more private." You explained, straightening the lapels of his blazer.

"Oh, I see." He smiled at you, nodding his slightly in agreement.

"Maybe you'd like to come over tonight? How does 8 sound?" You asked, wiggling your eyebrows at him.

"8 sounds perfect." He confirmed, stopping his words with a kiss to your lips, before returning to his seat up to his desk.

You had a smile on your face as you exited his office, retuning to your own desk in the bullpen. Despite the excitement bubbling in your stomach, you still couldn't rid of the nerves that were settling their way into your mind, making your heart race just a little bit faster. You were nervous to share the fact that you'd never had an orgasm from any of your past partners, which made it feel like it was your fault.

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You were waiting anxiously for Aaron's arrival, drying your dampened palms on the sides of your dress. You had decided to go for something that hugged your figure in the most flattering way, hoping that the confidence in your physical appearance would help you feel more confident about tonight in general. You had ordered Chinese takeout, Aaron's favourite place, and poured two glasses of your finest red wine, which were all placed on the coffee table in your front room.

You were pulled from your thoughts by a sharp knock at your apartment door. You walked over to it and answered the door eagerly, your eyes locking with Aaron's as he stood before you. He smiled at you genuinely, a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other.

"Hey, you." He greeted, his smile taking over his features.

"Hi, baby." You responded, leaning towards him to plant a kiss on his cheek.

You pulled the door open further to allow Aaron access to your apartment. He set down your gifts before sliding off his jacket and hanging it up on the pegs on your wall. He then slipped off his shoes and put them on your shoe rack, before following your lead into your front room.

"Wow! You ordered my favourite?" Aaron smiled, his voice showing how grateful he was.

"Of course. Only the best for you." You winked, which made Aaron chuckle.

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You had both finished your meal, your plates set off to the side of the coffee table. Your attention was now solely focussed on Aaron, your legs draped across his lap as you both chattered and sipped on your third glass of wine of the night. His fingers your mindlessly tracing patterning across your supple skin, goosebumps raising when his hand draws further up your thigh.

"You know," he started, "I forgot to mention how sexy you look in this dress."

He emphasised his statement with a firm squeeze of his hand, leaving a light imprint of his hand into your skin. Your dress had rode up your thigh slightly, exposing more of your skin to Aaron's exploration. His eyes raked up your body and his tongue came out to lick across his bottom lip, wetting them as they parted slightly.

"Thank you." You blushed at his compliment, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks.

He set down his glass, you following his actions and he leaned forward to pull you in a gentle kiss. The kiss soon started to increase in pace and passion, Aaron pulling you closer to him until you were flush against his chest, your thighs straddling his own. He relieved your lips of his own and traced wet, open-mouthed kisses down your jaw, to your neck and across your exposed collarbones.

"Can we go to the bedroom?" He asked, searching for any hesitance or uncomfortableness in your eyes.

"Please." You gasped out, grabbing his hand to pull him towards your waiting bedroom.

Once you got inside the room, his lips locked with yours again and his hands began to explore your clothed body. His hands played with the hem of your dress, before settling his hands on your hips, pulling you impossibly closer to his body. One of his hands reached around your back and fiddled with the zipper of your dress, which is when you forced yourself away from his kisses.

"Aaron...I'm really nervous to do this."

"That's okay, baby. Do you want to do this?"

"I do, I really do. It's just...I've obviously done this before, but I haven't ever, you know." You tried to explain, not knowing how to word it without making yourself or Aaron uncomfortable.

"You've never finished?" He asked, his eyebrows raised in surprise.

"Yeah." You sighed, "I'm sorry."

"No! Don't apologise. I'm definitely sure that I can fix that for you." He boasted, before taking a step closer to you.

"You sound very confident about that." You laughed as you prodded a finger to his muscular chest.

"I don't have any complaints. I'll let you set the pace, and we'll take it as slow as you need. Is that okay?"

"Yes, thank you." You smiled contentedly.

His lips returned to your own, your hands running through his hair. His hands squeezed as your ass, your mouth falling open in a muffled moan. Aaron took full advantage of this new opportunity and slid his tongue into your open mouth, your tongues fighting for dominance until you finally submitted to him.

His hands went back to the zipper of your dress and his eyes silently asked for your permission to continue, which you eagerly nodded your head at. He pulled the zipper down your back and his hands pushed the offending material off your shoulders, watching as it pooled at your feet. You stepped out of the dress as your fingers unbuttoned his freshly pressed shirt, smiling into the kiss when Aaron throws it somewhere in the corner of your bedroom.

You reached for the belt that was supporting his trousers and unfastened it along with the buttons of his trousers, letting them bunch around his ankles. He eagerly kicked them off and they too were discarded somewhere on your carpeted floor. He walked you backwards until the back of your legs hit the bed, forcing you to sit on it.

Both of you were now only in your underwear, your chests heaving in anticipation at the things you knew you going to occur next. Your lips collided again as Aaron pushed you to lie down. His hands squeezed your breasts, causing your back to arch into his touch.

As your back removed itself from the mattress, Aaron's hand sneaked behind you and unclasped your bra, pulling it from your glistening body. His lips trailed from your own, tracing a blazing path down your neck and chest until he reached your hardened peaks. His lips enveloped your rosy buds, swapping between licking, sucking and biting, which pulled gasps and moans from your parted lips.

His lips sucked marks into your tender flesh, his tongue smoothing over the reddened skin. Aaron trailed his kisses downwards, down your chest and stomach, stopping at the hem of your lace panties. He planted gentle kisses across the top of them, your whimpers falling from your mouth in a beautiful melody in Aaron's ears.

"Can I?" He asked, his fingers tracing the band of your panties.

"Yes." You moaned.

His fingers hooked into the waistband of your underwear and pulled them down your toned thighs. He threw them onto the floor of your bedroom and spread your thighs apart before settling in between them. An audible groan left Aaron's throat as he caught sight of the wetness that had pooled at your centre, a sign of your desire for him.

"Fuck, baby. You're so wet. Is this all for me?"

"Oh, y-yes." You gasped as his fingers trailed through your folds, avoiding your sensitive clit.

"Good girl." He groaned, your hips bucking into his large hand.

His fingers toyed with your pussy, spreading your wetness around, before pushing two broad fingers into your entrance. A loud moan erupted from your throat as his fingers pumped in and out of your pussy, stretching you out. Aaron could feel your wetness running down his hand to his wrist as his fingers bottomed out until his knuckles grazed the outside of your entrance.

You could feel a coil tightening in your stomach before he pulled his fingers out, leaving you feel empty. You groaned in disapproval, which earned you a laugh from Aaron who guided his fingers towards you. He pushed his fingers past your lips, forcing you to taste yourself and clean yourself off of him.

Your tongue swirled around his digits, sucking your taste off them as his fingers were fucked into your throat, hitting your gag reflex as he pushed them back and forth in your mouth. Tears pricked the corner of your eyes at the sensation before he relented with his forceful actions and removed his fingers from the warmth of your mouth. You lifted your head to watch him as he pulled his body away from yours entirely, standing at the foot of your bed.

As he stood there, you could see the shaded outline of his cock, bulging in his boxers, which made your mouth dry and your pussy even wetter than what it already was. He pushed his boxers down his muscular thighs and you watched as they pooled around his ankles. When you looked up, you were met with the sight of his erect cock, stood tall in front of him.

"Fuck, Aaron." You breathed out, noticing the smirk that twisted his features.

He was way bigger than any man that you'd been with before, and you immediately knew that he was going to be completely different than any other sexual encounter you'd ever participated in before, and you couldn't deny the excitement that coursed through your veins at the thought. He returned to his previous position in between your legs, a bottle of lube wrapped up in the palm of one hand, a condom in the other. It warmed your heart at the thought he had put into this situation to make it perfect and comfortable for you, which you were extremely grateful for.

"Aaron. I honestly don't think we'll need either of those." You explained.

"Are you sure? I don't want anything unexpected in 9 months." He joked, however you could tell there was a hint of seriousness in his eyes.

"Baby, I'm sure. I have contraception. And I'm so wet, as you know, so please stop worrying." You pleaded with him, his eyes softening slightly, before he bit his lip.

He set the items in his hands down on your bedside table and focussed his attention back on you. Your hand wrapped around his dick, giving it a few firm pumps before guiding him to your entrance. His eyes looked into yours to make sure you were completely okay with the pace that was being set, as he didn't want you to feel forced or rushed.

"Please Aaron, I need you, so much." You begged.

He nodded and cautiously pushed his hips forward, his appendage stretching you out inch by inch until he was completely inside of you, his hips flushed with your own. He stilled for a while to allow you to adjust to the feeling of being filled, however it wasn't long until you started to push your hips into his to try and gain some sort of friction, to tame the ache of need that was starting to grow in your centre. He smirked as he watched your desperate attempts to relieve some of the friction and pushed your hips into the mattress, halting your actions.

His hips pulled back until only the tip was still inside of you and then plummeted his length back into you again and again, each time driving you further into the mattress of your bed, pounding into you relentlessly. You both groaned as the sensation of feeling each other for the first time, the sounds muffled as Aaron's lips captured yours in a passionate kiss, which would surely leave your lips bruised and swollen. He groaned into your mouth as he felt your walls contract around him, making you feel even tighter than what you already were around him.

"Fuck, baby. You feel so good around my dick." He moaned as his lips detached from yours.

He rested his forehead against yours as he fucked into you, your sweat mixing with yours as it formed on the surface of your skin. You could feel the tightening in your stomach approaching again as one of Aaron's hands pushed down slightly on your abdomen, swearing quietly as he felt his dick pounding into you. You had never felt as close as this before and couldn't help the series of moans and gasps that were released from your open mouth.

"Aaron...I'm so close, please don't stop." You drawled out, barely managing to get the words out of your mouth.

"I wouldn't even think of it, sweetheart." He promised, continuing with his firm thrusts.

He reached one hand down between your bodies and set his thumb on your clit, rubbing tight circles on the small bundle of nerves. Your back arched off the mattress as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You felt your orgasm rip through your body for the first time, and you could swear explosions went off behind your eyelids at the sensations you were feeling.

"Oh my God, Oh my-" You were cut off by Aaron's groan as he came inside you with a final thrust, his cum mixed with yours running down your thighs as he pulled his cock out of you, which made you whimper at the loss of contact as well as the sensitivity of your pussy.

"Wow! That was amazing." He admitted as he layed down beside you, his breathing rapid as he tried to catch his breath.

"Oh, I'm not done with you." You remarked, to which he raised his eyebrows.

"Baby you don't need to-" He started.

"But I want to." You finished, to which he sighed, knowing he wouldn't be able to argue with you and your stubbornness.

You pulled him up until he was sat on the edge of the bed before settling your self on your knees in front of him. You took his dick in your hand and guided it to your parted lips. You licked a stripe up the shaft of it before sliding it into your mouth until the tip hit the back of your throat.

You gave a few seconds to allow yourself to adjust before starting to slowly bob your head up and down on his cock, which made his mutter praises under his breath. One of his hands came to lace into your hair, creating a makeshift ponytail, whereas the other gripped onto the side of the mattress until his knuckles turned white. You sped up your pace slightly, occasionally sucking harder on his dick, earning your groans and grunts of approval, which were backed up with his large hand on the back of your head, pushing you down so that you would take more of his dick.

Your tears rolled down your cheeks as he thrust harder into your mouth, your throat choking around his large cock. Your spit was now running down your chin as it managed to escape from your moaning mouth, and Aaron couldn't believe the sight he had in front of him. You were on your knees, your mouth practically begging to be fucked by him, and the thoughts and the sight of your before him had him tumbling over the edge, releasing his load into the back of your mouth, groaning as you swallowed all of his cum.

He pulled you up off your knees and comforted you with a loving kiss, moaning at the combined taste of you both on his tongue. He pulled you onto the bed and pulled you to lie on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat almost lulling you to sleep. He eventually let you go to the bathroom, yet to helped clean you up before running you a bath.

He allowed you to get adjusted to the temperature of the water before settling himself in behind you, pulling you closer so that your back was flush against his toned chest. He pushed the loofah across the surface of your skin, cleaning away the sweat from the night's activities, the soap suds bubbling on your skin. You reached into the water to gather some suds and you bumped it onto the tip of Aaron's nose, giggling at the adorable sight before you.

"Thank you, for tonight. You made me feel so comfortable and it felt so amazing." You confessed.

"No, thank you my love. I'm so glad that you trusted me enough to do this with me. I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too, Aaron." You responded, smiling up at him as he planted a loving kiss on your lips.

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Pub Quiz (Crowley X Reader)

*not my gif!*

Warnings: use of alcohol, i think that's it? oh and crowley in a turtleneck - thats a major warning.

Pairing: Crowley x gn!reader.

Word Count: 2,355 (i got a bit carried away writing this whoops)

Note: to the lovely anon that sent me a request; i'm working on it! i see you!

Masterlist

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“Oh, c’mon it will be fun, you never want to do anything fun,” you whine.

“I’m plenty fun,” Crowley said, sipping his whisky. You roll your eyes at him. The Drunken Donkey was hosting a music quiz and you were desperate to go.  You had grown up around all sorts of music and back when you were a young teenager discovering the world of ‘decent music’ as your dad had put it, he would test you on your knowledge and it was something you had become quite fond of.

“Please,” you beg, “I’ll buy you a new plant, wash the Bentley, and buy you a drink.”

Crowley let out a sigh and looked down as he swirled the whisky in his glass. It’s not as if he had anything better to do with his time and he was rather fond of spending time with you, not that he’d ever admit that. An uncomfortable, but not unwelcome, feeling pulled on his heart when he looked up at you to see you giving your best puppy dog eyes. “Fine! Fine,” he said exasperatedly, “but don’t complain when I beat you.”

“We’ll see about that,” you say with a cheeky grin.

A few hours later, you were waiting for Crowley to make an appearance outside The Drunken Donkey. You had returned home to get changed into something a bit more appropriate for an evening in the pub, and so it seems had Crowley. He rounded the corner and you had to try to stop your jaw from hanging open. He wore all black, which was nothing new but the turtleneck jumper? Yeah, that was new, and he looked downright sinful.

“Well don’t you scrub up nicely,” you say when he approaches you, butterflies erupting in your stomach.

“Not so bad yourself,” he comments with a smirk. Your cheeks flame. “Ready to lose?”

“Oh, you’re so on.”

You both head inside and Crowley heads to find a seat in the busy pub as you approach the bar.

“What can I get for you my lovely,” the woman behind the bar said. You order yourself your favourite drink and a large Talisker for Crowley, before tapping your card and heading off to find him.  

“For you,” you say placing down the whisky in front of him. He shoots you a small smile that’s enough to make you clutch your drink a little bit tighter before sitting down opposite him. “So basically, you need to have this app to take part in the quiz, you just put your name in it and then tap the right answer. Simple! Do you need help or are you old enough to do it by yourself?”

“Oh, very funny,” he huffs pulling his phone out and situating himself. “Now remember; no crying when you lose,” he smirks at you. You just look at him as you take a sip from your drink.

“We’ll see about that,” you put your own information into your phone. “Shall we make a bet?”

“A bet with a demon Y/N? That’s a bit risky, even for you.” He gives you a wicked grin and he leans in closer. You can smell his cologne at this proximity, and it makes your palms sweat a little bit. You really do need to sort yourself out.

“Well,” you lean in, not letting the proximity to him make you nervous. “I’m feeling rather confident tonight.”

“Okay then. If I win, you have to buy me a coffee every day for the next two weeks.”

“And if I win, you have to drive me around in the Bentley for two weeks, chauffeur hat and all.” You smile sweetly holding out your hand. He grins and shakes your hand.

“Deal.”

Soon the quiz master is telling you the rules, and you feel a sense of nervousness in your stomach. Maybe this was a bad idea, he did have nearly 6,000 years of experience on you, which is an awful lot of time to listen to music. The quiz master explained that there was to be four rounds; the 1980s, the Naughties, Guess the Next Line and a round specifically dedicated to Queen. Crowley perked up when he heard the last round, he smiled smugly at his phone, thinking he had this in the bag. It would be nice to not have to pay for coffee for two weeks, he thought to himself. He takes a quick glance at you over the top of his sunglasses, seeing you slightly wiggle in your seat. Your nerves, weirdly, gave him a sense of confidence.

“Okay ladies and gents, Round One: The 1980s,” the quiz master starts. The first song plays and within the first second, you’re tapping the answer.

“What?” you say as you look up and see Crowley staring at you slightly open-mouthed.

“How did you know that so quickly? The song barely started!” he points out.

You feel your nerves start to disperse and that sense of confidence washes over you again as you shrug with a smug smile on your face getting ready for the next song. The opening notes to The Look by Roxette play as you tap again within the first few notes of the song. You start to sway along in your seat. You hear Crowley growl as you continue to get the questions right and get them right quickly.

Soon the round comes to an end and the quiz master puts the leaderboard up and you smile smugly at Crowley as you see your name at the top of the board and him close behind in second place.

“What was that about you beating me?” you grin cheekily.

“Shut up,” he grumbles “It’s only round one. Don’t get too cocky.”

You giggle at him; the host announces that they are starting round two. You shoot him a wink before looking back down at your phone getting ready to start. You miss the redness that dusts his cheeks.

After the end of the round, you find yourself at the top of the leaderboard again, but this time Crowley is only a few points behind you and getting closer.

“I’m catching up to you, Y/N,” he says smugly, “You seemed to miss a few songs there, are you slipping?”

“No,” you say confidently. “I just know the 80s better.”

“I see,” he finishes his drink. “Another?” He gestures to your now empty glass. You nod at him before he heads off to the bar. A small smile graces your lips. You rather enjoy spending time with the demon. You love spending time with Aziraphale too, but this was different. Crowley just seemed to get you and your sense of humour. He was kind, although he would never admit it. He once acquired a first edition copy of your favourite book for your birthday one year, but he brushed it off as something that anyone would do. That’s when your feelings towards him started. Something about the gesture was so heartfelt and thoughtful that you couldn’t help but fall just a little bit in love with him. You were so lost in your thoughts that you hadn’t noticed the drink being placed in front of you and Crowley retaking his seat.

“Penny for your thoughts?” he asked, startling you.

“Oh sorry,” your cheeks heat again, a common occurrence around Crowley, “I was just thinking about how I can’t wait to be driven around by you for the next two weeks,” you reply cooly, not letting your thoughts get the best of you. He takes a sip of his drink and leans back in his chair, not quite believing you.

“Hmm, I wouldn’t get too comfortable Y/N,” he smirked at you.

Before you could respond, the quiz master introduced the third round. The round went by smoothly, and you were now tied with Crowley in first place, who had been slowly creeping up behind you as the round went on. You felt yourself becoming more nervous as you went into the Queen round, knowing this is something that Crowley would do well in. It really was anybody's game. The round goes by quickly and before you know it the quiz was over. You look at Crowley and he looks back at you. He seems nervous. The quiz master is soon displaying the final results and you see your name at the top of the leaderboard, one point ahead of Crowley.

“Would you look at that,” you cheer smugly, sticking your tongue out at him.

“Don’t be so juvenile,” he groans at you.

“Don’t be so sour,” you grin at him “Oh I can’t wait to have a personal driver for the next two weeks.”

“You just got lucky.”

You lean over the table, “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” he said giving your face a once over, ever so slightly lingering on your lips.

You lean back in your seat, feeling quite proud of yourself. “You know, I think I should demand one of those special apology dances you make Aziraphale do for you.”

“Absolutely not.” He said, finishing his drink, “I don’t do the dance.”

“That’s not what I’ve heard,” you bring the last of your drink to your lips with a smirk.

“Shut up,” he huffs, glancing around the still-busy pub, the quiz long forgotten by everyone else in the room. The night was still young and despite him losing to you, he was rather enjoying his evening and didn’t want it to end. His gaze lands back on you as you type out something on your phone. “Do you maybe want to come back to the bookshop for one more?” he asks. He sounded nervous, as if you might reject his offer. “Aziraphale’s in Edinburgh visiting a friend, and I know he’s got some lovely vintage wine hiding somewhere.”

“Yeah, I’d like that a lot,” you smile at him, and he smiles back. He stands up and offers you a hand which you take, and you walk down the street to the bookshop.

A few moments later, you were in Aziraphale’s bookshop lounging on his sofa with Crowley. You sat cross-legged facing him, and he had an arm stretched behind the back of the sofa, sunglasses placed on the table by the door. You suggest to Crowley that you should put some music on, he snaps his fingers, and the sounds of Duran Duran filled the air. You smile at him, of course, he knows how much you loved them. It’s just the kind of demon he was, thoughtful, kind, and caring. One glass turns into two as the music continues to play in the background and you talk about this that and everything in between. He tells you tales of Rome and Athens way back when and you watch him talk. He describes everything in such a way that draws you closer to him. His hands waving around as he talks, little drops of wine occasionally falling from the glass that he never thinks to put down. He truly was a sight to behold.

“You’re staring,” he said finally placing his glass down.

“Am I?” you say blinking, you turn your head to the side.

“Hey, I never said I minded,” he said, your attention suddenly back on him. Was he flirting with you? The butterflies returned to your stomach, and you couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol or the way he spoke to you. He stood suddenly; a hand stretched out towards you. “Care to dance?”

You look at his outstretched hand for a beat before a shy smile appears on your face as you gently place your hand onto his. He helps you stand and is quick to pull you close to him. You look at him and he looks at you with a small smile on his face as he snakes a hand around your waist. The music suddenly changes into the soft melody of Spandau Ballet’s True. You giggle and hide your head in his chest. Was this his doing? You look up and find him gazing at you.

“So…” you begin.

“So…”

“This is different,” you smile.

“A good different or a bad different?” he asks twirling you.

“A good different.” You say before falling into a comfortable silence. You lean your head on his shoulder and he leans his on top of yours. The two of you swayed to the music as if you were the only two people on Earth.

“I’m glad you dragged me along tonight,” he says softly, the vibration of his words running over your body.

“I’m glad I convinced you to come, even if it means I need to buy you a plant and wash the Bentley.” You laugh. He chuckles.

“Don’t bother,” he says chuckling as he lifts his head. You move your own to look at him. He really did have the most beautiful eyes.

“I guess you’re right, I did win after all.” You grin at him, removing the hand that was once in his and placing it on his chest giving him a tap, “I’m just that good.” His now free hand now found its way to the side of your face. You tilt your head, confused at the movement. His face had an unreadable expression on it. “Crowley are yo-“

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up,” he said almost breathlessly, as he pulled you close and kissed you. A beat passes before your eyes flutter closed and you kiss him back, the hand that was once on his chest now cupping his face bringing him even closer to you. He pulls away just enough for him to rest his forehead against yours. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” he whispers just loud enough for you to hear him.

“Me too,” you whisper back, “Me too.”

He grins at you before kissing you again, his lips warm and soft against yours. He pulls back, a hand still cupping the side of your face, his thumb rubbing up and down against your jaw. “Would you maybe like to go out on a date sometime?” he asks softly. You nod, a smile wide on your face.

“Yeah, I would.”

[linooluvr]

𖥻𖥻 - attention! (teaser)

full fic posted! i can't put urls help me >-<

pairing - professor!bangchan x student!reader

genre - fluff [smut in the full fic] minors, dni.

teaser contents - reader is referred to as she/her, explicit language, pet names [pretty, baby, doll] mutual pining, power imbalance [not explicitly written], age gap [5 years, everyone is of age!]

teaser wc - 1k + [2 screenshots]

warnings - none

notes - this is extremely self indulgent (and my first time writing smut) don't mind me :D btw i don't condone this irl! this is purely fantasy. lowercase is intentional.

chris tried to keep his staring to a minimum, but it was extremely difficult. you decided to come to class in a short, flowy skirt and a matching blouse that showed your cleavage off just enough to still be appropriate for uni. your goal today was to finally make a move on mr. bang, your professor. you waited until a friday rolled around so in case things didn’t go your way, you wouldn’t have to deal with the embarrassment of seeing him the next day.

you two have always had an obvious attraction to each other. not obvious enough to draw attention, but more than obvious to each other. you’d come into class early just to have a small chat with him before the lecture started. he’d seem to enjoy your company; always happy and open when you two were alone and he would leave his classroom door cracked so you would know you’re welcome in. you’ve developed a crush on him to say the least, exiting his class with a fluttering heart and sodden panties just from your casual conversations.

twelve minutes. just twelve minutes until your peers begin to pour out of the lecture hall and you'd be all alone with chris. your heart is pounding, nerves and excitement flooding your veins. you occupy yourself with your phone so time seems to pass quicker. your confidence dissipates as the minutes count down but you decide to stick to your plan. you pull your phone out to open the group chat with your closest friends to help calm your nerves.

before you get the chance to respond, you hear chris dismissing the class. people get up at their own paces, tidying their space up before leaving. you watch as each of your peers leave one by one. you pretend to busy yourself with packing to not look suspicious to chris or your fellow classmates. you watch as the last person exits the lecture hall and silence fills the now practically empty room. you grab your black tote bag and stand, shakily walking over to chris's desk.

"good afternoon, mr. bang" you say shyly, unsure if your presence is currently welcome or not.

"good afternoon y/n." chris says with a smile. "you know you can call me chris, right?"

"y-yes, yes i know. i'm just. i don't know. nervous, i guess?" chris looks at you with a small head tilt, slightly confused and concerned by your nerves. he watches as you place your tote on the floor and rest against his desk.

"nervous? do you know why?" he asks looking up at you. your heart clenches at his words, not exactly knowing how to respond. you think and begin to realise feigning confidence is the best way to go about this.

"because of you" you say, not exactly sure how he'd react. you see one of his eyebrows raise for a second but he regains his composure.

"me? why? oh shit, i didn't do anything to make you uncomfortable, did i?" he asks as he gets up from his chair and stands in front of you, concern overtaking his features.

"no! no no, you didn't, it's just.. okay." you say before taking in and releasing a deep breath "so. i just wanted to know if… you were single?" you ask as you look up into his questioning eyes. the inquiry seems to calm his nerves as concern leaves his face and is replaced by a soft smile.

"why? who's asking, hmm?" he hums as he inches towards you.

"chris, don't tease okay?" you whine with a pout, but his answer seems to lean towards him being single.

"oh i'm not teasing, just curious. would the person asking happen to be the pretty girl standing in front of me?" he asks, his confidence growing when he notices how you react to his words; face flushed and cheeks tinted red as you nibble on your bottom lip.

"yes, i'm asking" you look away as he seems to be getting closer and closer, his cologne beginning to waft towards you. he chuckles deeply as he takes his hand and places it on your waist softly, giving you an option to push him away.

"and why are you asking?" chris asks looking down at you "is it maybe because… you want me y/n?" you look back up into his darkening eyes and nod slowly. his touch sets you ablaze and his gaze melts you from your heart to your core. "oh, so is that why you dressed so pretty today? trying to get my attention, baby?" you nod and this gives chris the green light to continue his teasing, his hand now softly gripping your waist as his unoccupied one reaches up to gently take your chin between his index finger and thumb, tilting your face up when you take a moment to respond to him. "i asked you a question, pretty"

"yes, you're why i dressed up. wanted your attention" your voice already seems to be softer than usual and chris takes note of that.

"but you already had it, baby. you just needed to ask" chris speaks softly as he searches deep into your eyes, already seeing how they're hazy and clouded with lust.

"can i kiss you, doll?" chris whispers, your faces mere inches apart. you whimper and nod rapidly, eliciting a deep chuckle out of chris before he closes the gap between you two. his kiss is so soft and tender, it makes your head spin. you bring your hands up to wrap around his shoulders as the kiss deepens slowly, the action causing your chests to press together.

notes - okay so, this is just a snippet cause i just wanted to see if anyone would.. wanna read this? 💀 this is my first time writing anything really so i'm a bit nervous to see how this will do. please give me any feedback, good or bad! if you'd wanna read the rest (i have some pretty nasty smut planned) please lmk ^^ thank you!~

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[deadlysoupy]

DATV banter if my Rook (Urchin) was a companion >> 1 << / 2 / ?

if you can't tell this is my addiction now. i pretend i'm being productive while not actually writing any long pieces i wanted to write. everyone wins!

Neve: Are you having any more headaches after Solas and Elgar’nan exchanged pleasantries in your head?

Rook: Well, they’re not headaches anymore, that’s for sure.

Neve: Migraines?

Rook: Yep.

Neve: If you need it, I have a good method for getting rid of them. Not permanently, of course, but they dissipate faster. I can cook something up for both of us.

Rook: Oh. Really?

Neve: Sure. Swing by my room and let me know.

Rook: Oh?

Neve: (laughs) Don’t get too excited now.

~~

Neve: So. You killed a noble.

Rook: Not my… proudest moment, but I don’t regret it.

Neve: That had to earn you some enemies.

Rook: Oh, for sure! I’m surprised no one tried to assassinate me yet. Unless they did try, and I was just too good.

Neve: (laughs) You are hard to get a hold of. But doesn’t it bother you?

Rook: Does your job bother you? You crossed a lot of important people in Dock Town.

Neve: Touché.

~~

Rook: You aren’t much of a crow, Lucanis.

Lucanis: Excuse me?

Rook: You’re more like a cat.

Lucanis: Are you… going to explain it, or?..

Rook: Nah, you figure it out.

Lucanis: (sighs) You and your riddles.

~~

Lucanis: You look good in leather, too.

Rook: Really? I don’t know…

Lucanis: You should try it. It could highlight your waist.

Rook: Oh? Been looking at my waist, have we?

Lucanis: I suppose I was. Just don’t wear capes. 

Rook: Ah, yeah, tried capes and other long dingly things. Got caught in a trap and almost ended up impaled. Don’t recommend wearing capes or cloaks in dungeons.

Lucanis: Duly noted.

~~

Rook: Davrin. What starts with an “A”...

Davrin: No. Nope. Denied.

Rook: But I didn’t even finish!

Davrin: And you won’t. Just keep walking.

Rook: (whine)

(a little bit later)

Rook: I’ll be quick. What squawks but doesn’t— 

Davrin: I said “no”! 

Rook: You’re a fun killer. A fun hunter.

Davrin: Uh-huh. Complain to someone else.

(and a little bit later again)

Rook: …

Davrin: …

Rook: Why can't you hear a phoenix go to the bathroom?

Davrin: …

Rook: Because it's pee is silent.

Davrin: (coughs to interrupt a laugh)

Rook: Ha! I heard that!

Davrin: (coughs) No, you didn’t.

Rook: O-oh, my dearest Davrin. I will never let you live this down. You like pee jokes?

Davrin: We aren’t talking about this.

Rook: Can we pee about it?

Davrin: I’m locking you up in your room when we get back.

Rook: Nice try. I can pick the lock.

Davrin: Not while tied up.

Rook: You wound me. Isabela teaches classes on how to unbind yourself to five-year-olds.

Davrin: Well then I’ll… figure out what to do with you later.

Rook: Challenge accepted, Pee Boy.

Davrin: I hate you.

~~

Rook: I had a pet once.

Davrin: Oh, yeah? 

Rook: A rat. It died.

Davrin: Oh. I’m… sorry?

Rook: (sighs) I’m making a terrible point. What I was trying to say is… We’re not always in control of who we take care of. You’re doing good, Davrin, even if you don’t think so.

Davrin: Uh. Thanks for the vote of confidence? Why did you bring this up in the first place?

Rook: I heard you talking to Assan before we left off. I guess I just had to say something.

Davrin: Hey. What did we talk about snooping?

Rook: “Snooping is bad”.

Davrin: That’s right. But thanks, Rook.

~~

Rook: “Professor Volkarin”, huh? You're a teacher?

Emmrich: Was, Rook. And, to be frank, I deeply miss it.

Rook: I wonder what you teach.

Emmrich: Simple evocations, really. Etiquette dealing with the dead, Nevarran culture.

Rook: Cool. Cool. Do you, um… teach reading, by any chance?

Emmrich: Well, most of our students already have some kind of basic knowledge of grammar…

Rook: Oh…

Emmrich: …But I would love to teach you, if you're willing.

Rook: Oh! Okay! Yeah, I’d love to.

~~

Emmrich: Rook, you’ve been to many an ancient crypt and ruin, correct?

Rook: Not to brag, but yes, I’ve been to a few.

Emmrich: Excellent! I would highly appreciate your help in uncovering a few mysteries I’ve come across. Your expertise would bring a new perspective on things, I’ll be sure to not waste it.

Rook: I… You want my experience in your research?

Emmrich: Why, yes! I’m sure you have a lot of knowledge on ancient architecture, traps, old magic, and many other skills I haven’t a clue about. Is that a problem?

Rook: No, I’m just… No one really wanted my skills in anything before. 

Emmrich: And that’s their loss, my dear. I assure you, your knowledge is as precious to me as any other book.

Rook: Wow. Thanks, Emmrich. That’s… really kind of you.

Emmrich: It’s nothing, I assure you.

Rook: Not to me.

~~

Rook: Harding. Hey. Lace.

Harding: Oh, sorry! What?

Rook: What do you call a sad cheese? A “blue” cheese. 

Harding: (hearty laughing) What was that! That’s terrible! 

Rook: (laughs) I know. You were all caught up in your thoughts, and you looked sad, so.

Harding: (chuckles) I was thinking about the Stone, but your awful joke helped. 

Rook: It’s what I’m here for.

Harding: To be a bard? Sorry, I should have clarified. To be a bard college drop-out?

Rook: No offence taken. Or maybe a little.

~~

Rook: Lace. You’ve been pretty much anywhere, right?

Harding: I’ve been to a lot of places, but I wouldn’t say I’ve been everywhere. My short legs can only carry me so far.

Rook: Still, you’re experienced. What’s the most romantic, or, I guess, scenic place you’ve seen?

Harding: “Romantic”, huh? Got someone to impress?

Rook: So what if I do! You wouldn’t want me to drag them out into the streets of Minrathous, right?

Harding: Oh, no, of course not. But… If I could recommend any place, it would probably be Val Royeaux, the capital of Orlais. Beautiful palaces, good roads, fancy attires…

Rook: Maybe something closer to home? I don’t even know if we have an eluvian that would reach so far.

Harding: You’re missing the point. Orlais has wyverns.

Rook: …oh. Wait, how did you…

Harding: (laughs) I notice things.