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

[saosinn]

hang the stars. — skips shadely 1.1k wc

nsfw under the cut, afab/fem reader!

playlist i made for skips! also, i'm well aware of the meaning of dive in, this fic is not angsty. reader has a tattoo, it is only mentioned once.

unlike some others, you've never found skips to be truly scary or creepy. of course when you first saw him you were a little intimidated, but never once did he make you feel unsafe, even if he did scare the shit out of you with those silverfish. something about him was just so different, but in a good way. the way he treated you so gently, how he looked at you like you were the embodiment of the constellations in the night sky he adored so much.

he wanted to drink you in, savour you like a fine wine and get drunk off of you alone. the taste of your lips was better than any liquor he'd ever taste. your presence gave him a high he'd never felt before, nothing that drugs or alcohol could ever dream of replicating. you were a dream, something that he'd been hoping for his entire life, and now that he has it, he'll never let it go.

your weight on top of his felt grounding, like you were always meant to be there. the position you two were in was one of his favorites, the way you straddled his lap felt so intimate, even if the two of you weren't even undressed. his hands found their now familiar place against you, the left on under ribs, thumb pressing gentle circles into your skin, while his right settled on your hip, squeezing softly. there was nothing that skips loved more than touching you, whether it was in a sexual way or not; he loved the way your skin grew hot under his touch.

soft breaths and pleading whines filled the air, accompanied with the sounds of fabric rustling, mixing with the crunchy audio from his cd player. it felt serene, like it was straight out of a movie. you hands gently cupped his face, guiding him into the kiss however you wanted. as the music faded out, you both heard that familiar screech of the guitar. you planted another kiss to his lips, and you breathlessly broke it with a tender smile.

his eyes shined as he looked up at you, lips glossy with spit. he casted a brief glance to the cd player, murmuring a soft 'god, i love this song.' as he took a moment to enjoy the music. turning back to you, the hand that was on your hip slid up your side, between your shoulders and settled behind your neck. it was so nice to see him be so confident in his movements now, never second guessing or worrying anymore.

he brought you down, kissing you deeply as his tongue lapped over yours. just barely, he pulled away, smirking at the way your lips chased after his. his breath was hot against your lips, voice low and amorous as he spoke into you. "i wanna be the tattoo ink," turning his head into your palm, he placed a soft kiss to the tattoo on your wrist. "that swims down through the needle in your skin." your face was dusted with a faint flush at his actions, a small smile finding it's way to your lips as you chuckled lightly. "god, you're such a dork." you spoke gently, guiding his head to your left as you leaned for another kiss.

skips's hand fell back to your hip, humming into the kiss. after a particularly long kiss, when you finally pulled back, he hit you with a myriad of pecks across your face, giggling all the while. "yeah, but you love it." the banter was the best part of this, everything felt so right, felt so natural, so right. at times like this, skips wondered if you knew just how much he truly adored you, you were his muse. when his fingers plucked the strings of his guitar, all he thought of was how you would react if he wrote a song dedicated to you, or learned your favorite song. god, he'd have to do that some time.

the way his hips bucked up into your's didn't feel lustful, like he was just eager to get this done, instead it felt like he couldn't get enough. you moaned into his mouth, brows knit in pleasure as you ground down into him, the clink of his studded belts mimicking your rhythm. he broke away from the kiss, a string of spit connecting you two before it broke, and when it finally broke you shivered as it hit your skin. skips immediately saw this as an opportunity, grip tightening slightly as he dipped his head to lick the spit away from your neck.

your head fell backwards on instinct, giving him more access to you. his tongue flattened against the column of your throat, lapping at the spot before sucking a deep, dark hickey into your skin. he rutted up into you again, letting out a trembling breath at the feeling of your wetness seeping through his jeans. his cock strained inside his boxers, his own wet spot growing as he felt the yearning in his gut grow larger. jerking your hips forward, a fold of the fabric caught under your clit through your panties, the pressure just right against your throbbing nub.

he could tell you were close, after all he's heard these beautiful noises multiple times before, he quickly became an expert. moving to a different spot on your neck, he began to work on another hickey, right hand reaching under your shirt to pinch and twist your nipple. "fu- ah, skips— please!" your whines were perfection, hearing you say his name like that made his cock twitch in his jeans. his name fell like a prayer from your lips, begging for something he would always give you.

"you're- shit," he uttered against your nape, an especially deep roll of your hips making him groan in ecstasy. "you're so beautiful- i love you so much, pl-please cum with me, fuck, please." hips thrusting up into with ardor. he always begged you, always asked for permission, even though he was the one in control, his orgasm wouldn't be worth anything if you weren't feeling good too. the muscles in your thighs began to spasm, and before you could even tell him, your vision went white.

skips moaned shamelessly at the feeling of your cunt fluttering, cumming with a choked whine; a white knuckle grip against you. those were definitely gonna leave bruises tomorrow, you never cared, but skips always made up for it by kissing each and every one. your body slumped forward against his, head falling against his shoulder, going limp in his hold. his hand gently pet your spine, catching his breath as he subconsciously memorized the tempo of your breathing. before long you were asleep in his grip, your heartbeats syncing, the cd player stuttering slightly in the silence.

— 𓈒 ❤︎︎ ࣪ ˖

7/4/25

sorry of this one sux butt, i kept getting scared by fireworks and ended up being anxious the whole time 💔 also yes i did include a few hcs in there... skips plays guitar trust me i saw.

[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 !!

[differenteagletragedy]

Simon Riley x Single Mom Reader, Part Six <3

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five

"We'll be fine, love."

"Are you sure? I can reschedule. Should I reschedule?"

"Not necessary."

"Simon ..."

"Sweetheart."

You sigh and nod, picking up the diaper bag by the door. Emma is on your hip -- six months old now, and her neck is finally working right. You needed to take her in for a check-up at the doctor's, but Charlie was having a particularly energetic morning, so Simon stepped in and offered to watch him for you.

It's his first time babysitting one of the kids on his own, and part of him is confident. He can lead men into war, he can watch a rambunctious four-year-old.

Another part of him though, a quieter, more anxious part that he tries to push down, is just a little worried. Things are going so well, and he wants to keep proving to you that what you have is good. That it's worth keeping.

"All right, Charlie," he says, firmly but not coldly, once you and Emma leave the house. "We've got to hold down the fort, you and me. Got it?"

"Aye aye, captain," Charlie says, giving a salute.

Simon chuckles -- the boy knows he's in the army at this point, but obviously not the ins and outs of it all.

"Not a captain yet, and you're not one of my men anyway. Simon'll do just fine."

It's a fun afternoon, more fun than he'd imagined it would be. He and Charlie make a blanket fort in the living room (his first time, but it turns out all right), then they make s'mores in the microwave (also his first time, and it's a little bit of disaster).

It's fun, but it's difficult in a strange, painful sort of way. Simon never got to be a kid, and he's never been around children. Emma is sweet, absolutely adorable, but she doesn't talk yet. Charlie, though, has a way of speaking that's so innocent and honest in a way he's never experienced. He's sweet too, and he's very certain that he'd die for either of them, but there's a learning curve with him, one he's so desperate to master.

At the heart of it all, Simon just wants to be good for you. For all of you. And he'll keep trying until he is.

When you come home, Emma fussy after her shots, Charlie is on a sugar high, zipping in and out of the blanket fort. You laugh, happy to see your son happy, and Simon takes Emma so you can talk to him.

"Did you have a good time?" you ask, a gentle hand on his shoulder to keep him in place for a moment."'

"Yeah, we always have fun," Charlie answers, grinning.

You swipe a bit of melted marshmallow off the corner of his mouth, smiling back down at the boy.

"You're kind of a mess though, huh? Want to go ahead and take your bath?"

He pouts, looking up at you with big eyes, and tells you that he wants to play a little longer. When he glances at Simon, the message seems clear -- he wants to keep playing with him.

"Not going anywhere, Charlie," Simon says quietly. "Why don't you listen to your mum though and get cleaned up now?"

The child smiles at his reassurance, and nods. Simon nods back, Emma still whining in his arms, and before he can process it, Charlie is hugging his leg.

"Love you, Daddy," he says, and then he's off.

Simon freezes for a moment, then looks at you. You offer him a tight smile, but something's off, and he can't quite place it.

"Never asked him to call me that."

"No, I know," you say quickly, shaking your head. "Of course not. It's just ... I don't know, he might be kind of confused? You've been around so much more than his actual father, he's probably ..."

You trail off, biting your lip, and he steps closer to you, the baby resting against his chest.

"What's got you so upset?" he asks softly. He wants to make it better, but he needs to know how.

"I just don't want you to think that I'm pushing it on him, I guess?" you answer, glancing up at him before looking back down. "I don't want to force that role on you at all. I know it's a lot."

He considers his words carefully, knowing how important they are, and finally he admits, "It is a lot."

Your head jerks up to look at him, and there's almost a fearful look in your eyes. With his free hand, he strokes your cheek lightly, keeping your eyes on him.

"But I wouldn't trade it for anything. You hear me? Being here with you, with them, it's ... more than I could have ever asked for. Much more than I deserve."

You let out a small, nervous breath. You're so expressive, and he's always so thankful for it, because in your eyes, he can see how much this matters to you. How you want to do all of this right, even if you're not exactly sure how to go about it.

Finally, you speak again, telling him, "I don't want you to feel like you need to be that though, you know? Be their dad. It's been, what, almost five months? Simon, that's ..."

"I'll be whatever you need, love. Always. I can promise you that."

And he means it, easily. He doesn't need the kids to call him dad, or a big conversation about his exact role in the family. What he needs, from now on, is to be able to take care of you, all three of you. Whatever that looks like, however it plays out, he's all in now.

He needs you to be all in too.

"Don't worry so much about me, all right?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm not running away. I'm not leaving."

You laugh, a little broken, and say, "That's kind of a first for me."

His hand, still on your cheek, moves to the back of your neck, gently pulling you against him. He keeps Emma, who's settling now, tucked against one side of his chest and holds you against the other.

"I mean it. As long as you'll have me, I'm yours."

You look up at him, your arms going around his waist, smiling a little more genuinely now that he's got you like this.

"And what if I want to have you for a very long time?"

"Then that's exactly what you'll get."

PART SEVEN - PART EIGHT - PART NINE

[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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[viasdreams]

Nightwalker ཐི❤︎ཋྀ ~ after route: immortality

"oh you might cum during it, so wear underwear you're ok with getting messy." jisung's voice blarred through your phone's speakers.

"thanks ji, but i think that was only a you thing."

"maybe, but for your sake, i hope it wasn't because that was the best orgasm of my life." jisung punctuated his sentence with a small sigh, reliving the memory.

this conversation was going in a strange direction, as most conversations with jisung do, so you decided to cut it off here.

"um well, thank you so much for the advice ji, i'll definitely keep it in mind. i'm almost home, so i have to go. i'll talk to you later, okay?"

jisung whined on the other end of the phone, "aw okay. you have to come over soon though, chenle and i made some blood popsicles and i saved you some."

"i'll stop by, i promise. for real, i have to go ji."

"okay okay, good luck tonight, i love you. please tell hyuck to call mark if anything goes wrong," his tone becoming worrisome.

"don't worry ji, hyuck has had multiple conversations with mark, jaemin, and renjun about tonight." you did your best to reassure him despite your own worries.

"what the fuck does renjun know about turning someone into a vampire?"

"nothing really, he was kinda just there to threaten hyuck. apparently he has a silver stake on standby if anything happens to me."

renjun had shown you the stake one time, it was massive. you begged him to return it, but he was adamant that he kept it "in case hyuck showed his true colors". jeno was currently in the process of finding it's hiding place so he could dispose of it for you.

"wait that's so sweet of him," jisung said.

"yeah i guess you could call it that," you sarcastically replied, "okay im at my front door, i actually have to go, love you bye!" you hung up, not waiting for a reply.

now standing in front of your apartment, you prepared for what awaited you inside.

after three years of dating and many conversations with your loved ones, you had decided to become a vampire. leaving your mortality behind finally felt like the right thing for you.

when you first told hyuck, you could tell he felt very conflicted about your choice. on one hand, he was over the moon at the thought of spending the rest of forever with you. but on the other hand, he was terrified of hurting you when it came time to actually turn you.

"chenle said i might nick your carotid artery, and you'll die. what if that actually happens?" hyuck asked you a few weeks ago.

"babe why are you listening to chenle? you know he's just trying to freak you out."

"i know, and it's working. he said he's seen it happen," hyuck whined, running his hands through his hair.

"well it's not going to happen to us, so stop stressing about it okay?"

hyuck nodded but was clearly still thinking about chenle's words.

eventually, after numerous talks with mark and jaemin, a lot of research, and one vampire deer (hyuck claimed he needed practical turning experience), hyuck felt confident enough to turn you.

you tried to be calm and optimistic while he was preparing so as to not psych him out any further, but you were probably more scared than he was. you weren't scared about hyuck messing up, you trusted him with your life (clearly). your fear stemmed more from the idea that this wasn't the right decision. you spent many sleepless nights thinking about what your life would be like as a vampire, and it all seemed wonderful. however, you couldn't shake the feeling that you were just making up all this greatness and that the reality of it all was going to crush you.

you had been visibly stressed all day, so hyuck suggested you go on a walk to clear your head. on that walk is when jisung called you, which was a nice, albeit lengthy, distraction.

now back home, you took a deep breath and turned the doorknob. the door opened about two inches and stopped. hyuck had latched the deadbolt.

"hyuck?", you called into your dark apartment, "can you come unlock the door, please?"

you heard the not-so-soft patter of footsteps coming to the door, and suddenly, hyuck's face was peaking through the crack.

“hi babe,” you laughed, “can you open the door?”

“no.” he shut the door in your face.

“girl if you don’t open this door right now, i swear to-”

the door swung open, revealing your grinning boyfriend.

“oh, thanks,” you walked in and he enveloped you in a tight hug.

you leaned into the hug, inhaling deeply. instead of his usual vanilla scent, he reeked of roses. the whole apartment did.

you pulled away, “why does it smell like flowers in here?”

hyuck looked at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “i'll show you.”

he laced his fingers with yours and took you to your shared bedroom. the room was gorgeously lit via candlelight, and a path of rose petals led to the bed.

you stared, awestruck by the romantic gesture. “you had this all planned?”

“yep, i sent you on that walk to get you out of the house, and had jisung call you to buy me some extra time. i locked the door in case you managed to shut him up quicker than usual.” hyuck’s pride was palpable. it was well earned, the room looked beautiful.

“i thought this would calm both of us down a bit." he said, squeezing your hand.

"thank you hyuckie, this is the perfect." you kissed his cheek.

"i know i've asked you a million times already, but are you sure about this? it's okay if you're not, i'll love you no matter what," he asked, looking intently into your eyes.

instead of answering, you walked over and sat on the bed, patting the spot next to you. hyuck quickly followed, grabbing your hand again as he sat.

"do you remember back before we actually started dating, when i was freaking out about my mortality and we met up to talk at the park?" you asked.

"oh you mean when you tried to end our relationship?" hyuck exaggeratedly raised his eyebrows.

"yeah exactly."

hyuck shook his head, "nah don't remember it."

you lightly smacked his arm for ruining the sweet moment you were trying to create with his sarcasm.

"yeah okay, wiseass, do you remember what you said to me?"

he sat for a second, thinking back. "that i missed getting drunk really bad?"

you giggled, "well yeah that, but i was talking about what you said about my mortality dilemma and our relationship."

recognition crossed his face, "i said that we'll figure it out together."

you nodded, "and that mentality has gotten us this far, so while i am nervous about this change, i know it'll be okay. i have you after all." you rested your head on his shoulder.

"yeah, and i have you," hyuck rested his head on yours, "we'll figure it out."

before you and hyuck lost confidence, you sat back up. "now bite me boy!" you demanded, pulling your shirt over your head, exposing your neck.

"yes ma'am," he saluted, "go lie on the pillow, please."

you gave him a quizical look, "are you trying to turn me or fuck me?"

he looked around all guilty like, "well i'm not going to lie, i did have some plans for after we finished, but this is just so you don't hurt yourself when you pass out."

"aw that's so thoughtful," you plopped down on the pillow, "and i had the same plan."

hyuck crawled over to you, straddling your waist and bending down to kiss your jaw. "oh yeah?"

"yeah," you said, both your breath and voice shaky.

"good to know then," he kissed your lips softly, "i love you yn."

you cupped his cheeks and your brought your gaze up to meet his, "i love you too hyuck."

you exchanged a few more kisses, hyuck's lips slowly trailing to your neck.

"i'm really sorry if this hurts you," he mumbled when he found the spot he was looking for.

before you could respond, his fangs were puncturing your skin. the sensation was vaguely familiar, almost nostalgic. you could feel your consciousness slip, but this time, the unknown wasn't quite as frightening.

this time, you wouldn't wake up confused or alone.

this time, you would wake up to start the rest of your life with your soulmate.

masterlist ~ route one: mortality

a/n: thank you for waiting and thank you for reading. i love you <3

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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

[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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[my-debauchery]

Stop.

idol!jisung × afab!reader

g`smut

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

wc`0.6k

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.

[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.

[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.

[captain-huggy-bear]

hi Lottie!!! congratulations on 1k!!

could i request "such a good girl f'me." and "we can take things slow if you want?" with kess or keller?

I've been really struggling to write smut lately, I guess I'm more of a fluff writer? Idk, but someone reassure me that this isn't crap and is actually good smut because I have no confidence with this stuff <3 18+ MDNI / NSFW - Oral (fem receiving), mildly possessive talk, Clay is a little desperate and needy as fuck lol 1000 Followers Celly Finished Requests are currently closed while I work through current ones <3 Writing Masterlist

You're clearly nervous, sat crossed legged at the head of his bed, pillows propped up against the headboard behind you. You're gnawing at your lip so much that Clay can't help but pull it from between your teeth, thumb smoothing over the skin to check you haven't bitten it completely raw. The contact causes a hitch in your breath as you hold it for a moment, eyes locked on his, wide and trusting, nervous but willing.

It has him aching in two completely different ways. His heart aches a little, in that affectionate kind of way that tells him he's definitely falling in love with you, despite the newness of your relationship, aching with affection because you trust him so much. Meanwhile, his dick throbs just as much because shit...you really trust him, you trust him so much that it doesn't matter that you're nervous or that you're unsure of what you're doing because you trust him to make you feel good, to take care of you.

Clay's palm slips down to cup the front of your throat, long fingers pressing gently into the skin, a reassuring weight as you breathe out shakily at him, throat bobbing underneath his palm.

"We can take things slow if you want?" He means it. He doesn't want to rush you, it's been a few months, what's a few more? You don't need to sleep with him for him to want you or like you, you don't need to do anything but be you. He's been in this for the long hall since the moment you smiled at him.

"I want to...just nervous." God, you want him. There's not a man on earth who's hotter to you than Clayton Keller and every time you see him it has your heart pounding. You want him so bad, bad enough you're already wet and all he's done is kiss you sweetly. But, it's new and it's scary and it's been a while since anyone took you on a date let alone kissed you, the idea of having sex with Clay is both exciting and terrifying.

"We can stop whenever you want, just say the word, okay?"

You nod, no words, just big eyes watching him, tongue wetting your bottom lip, but it's not enough for Clay. He needs to hear you say it, needs to hear that you'll stop him if you want to because he doesn't want to hurt you, he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable.

"Use your words, sweet girl, need to hear you say it."

"Okay, whenever I want we can stop, I just have to say." You repeat it like rote learning but you do understand, you really do and you're thankful, it has your shoulders relaxing a little bit further because you know Clay means it, you know he won't go past what you want.

"Such a good girl f'me."

Your cheeks and neck grow hot under is touch, a fiery heat from the rush of blood to your cheeks and it gives you away, a little reminder to call you that again stored into the back of his mind as he watches you. He's calculating, assessing, eyes catching the way your hips wriggle in place at his words, how you shift when his grip on your throat tightens just a touch.

The realisation that you really want him breaks some sort of restraint in him, he's not harsh by any means but there's no hesitation this time when Clay slants his mouth over yours and swallows your whines. There's no hesitation as he leans you back and crawls over you, no hesitation when he opens his mouth to you, tongue tangling with your own as your hands creep into his hair, tugging tentatively at first, cautious before gaining confidence as he presses his hard-on into you, a reminder that he wants you, wants this.

A hand slides under your shirt, over your tummy to cup your boob over your bra, his hips slotting with yours, your legs locking behind the small of his back as Clay rocks against you. You feel like a horny teenager, soaking wet, slick from a couple of rocks of his hips and a few deep kisses but that's Clay...just looking at him turns you on, you shouldn't be surprised.

"Is this okay, baby?" He asks a hairsbreadth away from your lips, nose brushing against your own. His voice is raspy, strained like he's trying to maintain a certain level of control as his hand reaches for the button of your jeans, stopping and waiting.

"Please, Clay..." You've learnt your lesson this time. No nods, no non-verbal communication, just simple and clear, as you help him to shuck your jeans down your hips and off you entirely.

Clay wastes zero time getting his own clothes off until he's left in his boxers, chain hitting the tan skin of his chest in away that just draws your attention, eyes unable to decide where to settle because Jesus...he's so beautiful. Boxers slung slow, bulge pressing against the fabric, hands, arms, all of it....and he wants you...

"I don't get it?"

"Mmm, don't get what, sweet girl?" He's careful as he comes back to you, settling between your legs with ease, arms wrapping around your hips as he rests a cheek on your tummy and looks up at you. No rush, even he throbs in his boxers, even as that wet spot on your panties calls his name.

"That you want me...I'm just...me."

"That's exactly why I want you, baby, fuck, you're gorgeous..." He sits himself up after pressing a kiss to your tummy, large hands, that ring gleaming, slide up your body reverently, like worship. They trail up until one finds your throat again, a familiar hold, as the other lands beside your head to support him as he leans over you, swallowing your senses. "You're mine..." Clay presses a delicate, loving kiss to your lips, slowly, warm, like honey, "and I'm so fucking lucky, baby...fuck, you don't know what you do to me, huh?" He punctuates his point with a hard grind against you, bulge catching your clit through your panties in a way that has you gasping against his mouth, twitching, sensitive.

You're so fucking sensitive and it just makes him hungry for you in a way that he's not really felt before. Sure he's wanted women before, sure, but this? This insatiable need to touch you, taste you, all while caring more about you than himself? That's...that's new.

"Can I taste you, baby? Please...fuck, let me eat you out, please?" He's practically begging like he's asking you to do something for him and not the other way around.

The please is barely out of your mouth before he's sliding down the bed to rest on his stomach between your legs, hands hastily pulling your panties off, moaning at the sight of the slick spot on the fabric, evidence you want him, evidence you want this.

He'd like to say there was a delicate sort of build up. He'd like to say that he pressed kisses over your thighs, warmed you up to his touches, but he doesn't. God, he can't, not when he's that close, not when your cunt is glistening with your arousal, not when you smell so fucking good.

He dives in like he's a man starved, mouth over you so suddenly that your hips jump, legs boxing in his ears, trapping him between your thighs. Clay's arms come over your stomach, pressing down to keep you there as you shift restlessly under him.

You taste so fucking good that he can't help the way he groans against you, tongue sliding over your slit, dipping in and collecting as much slick into his mouth as he can. You're wriggling, moaning above him with each touch of his tongue across your cunt, with the way he brings a thumb down to circle your clit. He's relentless, hungry. He doesn't stop. Not when your legs tighten around him like you might crush him there. Not when your fingers dig in to his hair and pull harsh enough to make him hiss. He can't because this is it, this is what he wants. You pliant, writhing back against his bed, your slick in his mouth, your moans and whimpers in his ears.

"Too much, Clay....s' too much."

"Want me to stop?" He pulls away only briefly, just enough to watch you shake your head vehemently even as you twitch, oversensitive, unused to the feeling. "You can do this, baby, just gotta let go for me, honey, yeah? Think you can do that?" Your moan tells him you'll try and it's more than enough to have him diving back in, mouth sealing over your clit and sucking almost cruelly as he slips a finger inside you, crooking until he finds that spongy spot that has your body jerking like you've been electrocuted.

That coil in your stomach keeps tightening, hips jerking involuntarily, throat raw from moaning as you arch off the bed, as that dam breaks and pleasure shoots through your entire body. Clay doesn't stop when you start cumming. He keeps going, milking your orgasm, working you through it until you're too sensitive, hands pushing him away.

He's debauched, a sinful sight when he comes up for air, chin gleaming with your slick, pupils blown wide, cheeks red and flushed, hair all over the place. It makes you moan again, clit pulsing as if your body wants to go again even when it feels too much, too sensitive.

Clay wipes his chin clear on his arm, crawling up your body.

"Enough for tonight?"

You nod, breathless and sensitive and Clay doesn't question it, doesn't complain. "You...you didn't..."

"Who says I didn't?" His cheeks brighten further at the admission, your eyes slipping down to catch on the big wet spot on his boxers because fuck, he'd cum in his own pants just from eating you out and that was...god, that's hot.

He doesn't try to push you to do anything else, just curls around you for a few moments, face pressing into your shoulder, hands smoothing over your skin, ignoring the discomfort of wet boxers in favour of bringing you back down to earth. It firms up that trust you have in him until it's so solid nothing could shake it. This man who waits, this man who cares about you enough to be happy with eating you out and cumming in his own boxers, a man who doesn't demand more from you when you're twitching like a livewire.

Safe.

That's the word that Clay embodies.

Safe.

[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. ❤️

[midnightcake5]

I'm Not Him | One Shot

Ghost x FReader x Soap

Word:

TW: Death, Bomb, Car cash, Alcohol

so this base on dream i had and supposed be just throw away idea turn but into a fic (my first ever fic) and I don't had plan to continue it most becase I'm not to confident to do so (yet) and also where to take, so you folk had my permission to continue or rewritten the story if you like just give me credit if you do, please and thank you.

Anyway, thank you for reading.

"Come on, Y/N. The map says we are close." I am huffing and puffing, trying to catch up to Jenna, who is practically skipping this point. "Girl, slow down please, im begging you," I whine. "I'm literally holding ten bags and some of them are yours, may I add" She spun around. "Oh shit sorry, I forgot" She took some of her bags making me a little bit lighter. "thank you" I sigh in relief. "again I'm sorry, I'm just so excited, we are finally here, in London, can you believe it?" she said energetically. "I can, I am right here looking at it right now," I said nonchalantly but I'd be lying I'm not excited as well, as I looked around the streets and some of tall build and people walking by us, I couldn't even believe myself that we are here, it took us 3 years to save up and in those 3 years it was rough Jenna got let go for her job, well I was getting last shifts at work but we manage through. Jenna got a better job and I, well I did some odd jobs here or there but at the end of the day everything worked out at the end, standing here carrying five shopping that weights me down, the pain coming from my feet as we walk down the street of the town, The street lamp being turn on as the sun is setting down I feel proud of what we able to accomplish together and to myself. "ah there is" she point, I look where she point at. "A pub? You know I don't drink," I questioned her, but she looked at me with her bright smile. "I know, but the review said it was the best place to get fish n chips." "Well," I quickened my step. "I hope you're right because I'm starving."

When we open the wooden doors, a little bell chimes, alerting the bartender. "Ah, welcome, welcome! What can I get you pretty ladies?" we walked to the bar counter and finally sat down and Jenna began to speak to the bartender. "I hear you guys serve the best fish n chips in London" "That we do, that we do, for two of I'm guessing?" As he grabs his pen and flipnote. "Yes, please!" Janne said excitedly. "Oh alright then," he walked out of the bar counter to presumably give our orders to the kitchen. As we waited, I took in the atmosphere of the bar, it was cozy and rustic and had tons of knick-knacks, there were of few people here but nothing too cowered, not yet anyway. The bartender came back to the bar counter and he said. "Do ladies want any to drink as you wait?" "Beer, please," Jenna answered. "And pop, please," I said. "Oh alrighty" he turned his back to pour the beer. "im guessing you lovely ladies are tourists?" he asked. "Yup, from the great white north," Jenna said proudly he turned back to us to give Jenna her beer. "oh, Canadian eh" he teased as he grabbed my pop below the bar and hand to me. "it always nice seeing you people come to visit," he said. "Oi Jim, I need another pint!" shouted the customer. "I have been there in a sec!" the bartender shouted back. "I've been back with your guy's food later," and he walks to the end of the bar counter.

Jenna took a sip of her beer and made this questionable look. "Is everything ok?" I asked. "yeah, I just had better beers" she looked a little disappointed. "better-tasting shit out there" I joked she chunks a little before saying. "look who talking Little Miss I need five spoons of sugar and half a gallon of milk to drink a cup of coffee" she tese. "said little miss I got no taste buds" I tease back. "ok little miss I-" she stopped. "is everything all right Jenna?" I ask worriedly. "yeah I think all that walking finally caught up to me," she said as she sat up from the barstool. "im going to the washroom can you watch for my drink for me?" she asked I grab her beer and brings it close to my chest and said. "with my life" in a fake serious tone she giggles and brings to walk to the bathroom. While I was waiting for her to come back or our food, I began to look around a bit till I noticed, well, more like heard a man who was loudly talking, I looked. There were two men at the end of the bar counter, one was wearing a black hoodie and black face mask he just holding his drink and silently listened to the other men who had a mohawk and assumed to be Scottish or maybe Irish (I never could tell them apart a part) that is loudly chatting to men with the mask while swinging his drink like a magic wand as he tells his tale. "Oi, you should have seen his face! When I sucked him right in his fucking jaw Si" The man with mask, si, just simply nod and said. "serve him right" in a low rough voice. "AYE that I said to my sister but nooo she goes defending his arse by saying "he was just joking" or "You have to be the bigger person" All rubbish I say," he said.

I continue to eavesdrop on their conversation till I hear a woman shout. "LOOK OUT!" I turn around instinctively to see a white van through the window of the pub coming towards us. I got up the fastest I could ever while still holding a beer, but didn't get out crash zone in time, as the van crashed through the wooden door and windows. Made my side body hit the side of the bar counter. Instantly screw my eyes shut for impending pain but all I hear is gasp and breaking glass and I open my eyes slowly to see the damage not too bad as look down on my body im still standing up. I bar counter still holding the beer in my hand. Then the pain starts, more so on my left leg. I look down to see my leg sandwiched between the front wheels of the van and the bar counter. Before I could even try to get out. I saw Jenna run out of the bathroom and look in horror when she saw me and the van next to me, and she shouted. "OH MY GOD, ARE YOU OKAY!?" I look at her and weakly smile. "I don't know, but I save your beer!" I said proudly and raised the beer above my head. Jenna looked less horrified but still worried. She began to walk to me but stopped by Si. There was silence for just sec and in those seconds I heard it. A ticking noise from the van. Then he yelled. "EVERYONE GET OUT OF BUILT NOW," and with that,t everybody starts racing to exit. I try to run too, but to my horror, my leg is stuck. Jenna noticed too and try to go off to help me but got grabbed by Si. "what the fuck think you are doing?!" he ask in a harsh tone. "she stuck, I need to help her!" she panic. Si looked at me with the darkest brown eyes I have ever seen, and looked back at Jenna and said quietly, "Leave her." Jenna yelled. "WHAT?! and then the man with a mohawk steps in. "what the fuck Si?!" as Si practically drags Jenna to the exit. "there isn't enough time!" he yells. "Fuck that! I help her," the man with a mohawk yells back and runs towards me. Si scream. "JOHNNY!" " I will be fine Si!, go help the other!" Johnny shouted back as he tried to pull my leg out of this death trap im in. Si just stood there for a second but snapped out and pulled Jenna and headed for the exit. "it okay lass, I'm going get you out here" as Johnny continues to try to pull me out, I could only respond is. "okay" I'm trying my hardest not show I am panicking right now, so I distracted myself by looking down at Johnny, I didn't notice how muscular he was and sure did saw it when I was eavesdropping but it looks more pronounced up close. I got ripped out of my ogling by bone-breaking pain. Johnny finally pulled out my leg. Before I tried to attempt to run on my broken leg, Johnny instantly picked me up and put me over his back like I weighed a potato sack, then again, I should've been surprised. He ran towards the exit, we were so close but yet so far away. I saw a bright light, then I felt the heat and then darkness.

I opened my eyes to see darkness around me, and there was little light, like stars, and I was floating in mid-air. I kind of just floated to let it sink in, and then it hit me like a baseball bat. The sorrow, the anger, the fear, and finally, confusion, all of it, hit me at once, the emotions I should have expressed during my last moment, but didn't. I already knew I was likely dead, but didn't stop feeling for flowing in, all I could think about was how upset my family would be, especially my mom, I could already hear my mom's wails at hearing her baby was dead. Then I started thinking about Jenna, my roommate, my best friend, god, I know she will think this is her fault, but it wasn't, hell, she was willingly risking her own life just to help me before Si stopped her, and I'm glad he did. Then think about the men who try to save me. Johnny was his name, is the guy feels upset about most, knowing im the one that caused his death, all because he wanted to help me, but selfishly, im glad he did because I didn't die alone, but im alone now in this space like a vortex. I floated there in my own pity party for a good ten in till I felt something tug me. I looked down, and there were strings or strands looping around my waist and tugging toward something. I kind of just accepted it at this point because im already dead, so worse can get (well, maybe hell). Also, im a bit curious where this will go. So keep tugging me close and close to something glowing, and the closer I got, the more it shaped like a person, till I had to shut my eyes, how bright it got.

The brightness finally died down, so I opened my eyes to see a cell light, and what I could see in the corner of my eyes, is a heart monitor and an IV fluid. So, from observation, I survived from the explosion and am recovering in the hospital. Then felt something squeezing my hand, and I looked down to see Si holding my hand with both of his. he looked so tense and pitiful. He finally looked up at me, something I noticed he was still wearing the same black face mask but a different hoodie, a green one, and I could see a spike of blonde hair under his hood. "Johnny," he said softly as he placed my hand on the side of his face. I was a bit confused till I saw my arm, it had more muscle, and there tattoo on my forearm. This isn't my arm, this isn't my body, this is Johnny.

[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.

+*:ꔫ:*

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.

+*:ꔫ:*

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.

+*:ꔫ:*

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.

[inkmonster21]

Falling for Faith

Gideon Gemstone x Fem!Reader

Series Masterlist

Warnings: swearing

6. It’s a Date

The day had flown by, but as evening approached, Gideon found himself getting ready for Wednesday's service. He took a deep breath, his mind filled with a mix of excitement and nerves. This was it - he would see you again, in person for the first time since he started texting you. He fixed his hair and ensured his shirt was ironed, wanting to look his best.

You stood before the mirror, giving your hair a final flip. You were dressed in a simple yet elegant skirt, paired with a cute shirt that hugged your frame just right. You took a moment to study your reflection, making sure everything was in place. It was almost time to head out.

Avery's gaze lingered on you as she propped her head up on her chin, watching you from your bed. She couldn't help but notice the effort you were putting into your appearance, knowing you were heading to church in search of a certain preacher's son. “(Y/n) and Gideon sitting in a tree. K I S S I N G!”

You rolled your eyes at Avery's playful chant, but couldn't help the little smile that formed on your lips. "Oh, shut up," you replied, playfully swatting at her as she lay on your bed.

“You like him,” she teased again, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. “You’re always texting him and smiling.”

You blushed slightly, unable to deny the fact that she was right. "So what if I do?" you retorted defensively, feigning nonchalance.

“When are you going to tell him?” she teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

You rolled your eyes again, but secretly, the thought of confessing your feelings had crossed your mind several times. "I'm working on it," you muttered, fiddling with the hem of your skirt.

Avery smirked, seeing through your attempt to act indifferent. "Really?" she pressed, clearly enjoying teasing you. "How are you working on it?"

You sighed, a mix of embarrassment and annoyance crossing your face. "I don't know, okay?" you retorted, "I'm just... taking it slow, I guess." You sighed, reflecting on your past relationships. "This is all new to me," you admitted, "You know my last boyfriend was the polar opposite of Gideon."

Avery let out a scoff, followed by a laugh. "Yeah, Ian wasn't even in the same league," she remarked, rolling her eyes playfully, “he literally sold drugs.”

You looked at Avery, feeling a mix of embarrassment and understanding. "That was a momentary lapse in judgment I’ll never understand," you admitted softly, remembering the tumultuous relationship you had with your ex-boyfriend, Ian.

Avery knew the history of your relationship with Ian all too well. She nodded, her expression gentle yet sympathetic. "Gideon seems like a much better fit.”

You couldn't help but giggle at your little sister's confidence, amused by her audacity. "I'm so glad I have the approval of the all-knowing 10-year-old," you teased, ruffling her hair playfully.

She whined and swatted your hand away, her annoyance only lasted for a brief second before a smile spread across her face. “I’m mature for my age!”

You grinned at her, gently ruffling her hair once more. “Sure, you are,” you replied, a hint of mockery in your tone, “And I’m the queen of England.”

You heard Grandpa's voice echo through the house, his impatience for punctuality ringing in their ears. "Girls! Let's go! We're on God's time!" he called out from the door, his tone a mix of urgency and respect for the divine.

You rolled your eyes playfully, amused by Grandpa's punctuality. "Alright, we're coming!" you called back, grabbing your purse.

Avery bounced off the bed, her energy unbridled as she practically skipped out of the room. "Last one to the car is going to hell!" she taunted, sprinting out of the room

You stared at her with wide eyes, unable to believe what she just said. "Avery, that is so fucked,” you muttered, before quickly booking it to the car, intending to beat her. However, just as she ran past you, you decided to play dirty, tripping her and letting out a victorious cheer, "Suck it!"

She stumbled, caught off guard by your strategic move. "Hey!" she protested, righting herself and glaring at you, "Cheater."

You couldn't help but smirk, enjoying the friendly competition. "All's fair in sibling wars," you quipped, sticking your tongue out teasingly.

Grandma helped Avery up from the ground and into the car. Meanwhile, Grandpa noticed your spirited competition and gave you a discreet fist bump, approvingly.

You walked side by side with Avery, heading towards the church's youth group area. You could see other kids gathering, some chatting, and others running around, their energy palpable in the air.

Kelvin made direct eye contact with you, a friendly smile spreading across his face. "Hey… you! It's you, Avery's sister," he greeted, a hint of eagerness in his voice. It was clear he was after something.

You couldn't help but notice the subtle hint of eagerness in Kelvin's voice, raising an eyebrow curiously. "Hey Kelvin," you responded with a friendly smile. "Is there something I can help with?"

His grin widened, showing off his signature charm. "There is something…" he asked, his boyish charm on full display.

You quirked an eyebrow, somewhat intrigued and anticipating what he might ask for. "Okay. Go on," you encouraged, gesturing for him to continue.

Keefe stealthily approached Kelvin from behind, his clipboard in hand. Without drawing much attention, Keefe muttered in Kelvin's ear, "Is this the one?"

Their whispered conversation piqued your curiosity, and you couldn't help but furrow your brow, wondering what it was about.

Kelvin nodded in affirmation. Prompting Keefe to hand you a clipboard with an awkward grand gesture. As you took it, you realized that it was a sign-up sheet titled "Holy Zoo-ly Journey: A Safari of Faith!" It had a cartoonish illustration of a zebra wearing a cross necklace and along with some corny puns and Bible verses.

Keefe pointed towards the zebra on the sign-up sheet, his pride evident as he shared, "I drew him." He patted the cartoon zebra and added, "His name is Charles."

You couldn't help but chuckle, "Charles the Zebra. Very creative," you replied with a hint of playful sarcasm.

Kelvin beamed, extending the invitation to you. "So, how about it? We need just one more volunteer," he said, hope in his eyes.

Your interest was piqued. Volunteering was never a bad idea but you knew this was going to be an interesting experience. You eyed the signup sheet, weighing the pros and cons in your head.

Your little sister, Avery, couldn’t help but chime in with enthusiasm. "Yes, yes, she’s doing it!" she exclaimed, excitement evident in her voice.

Kelvin and Keefe exchanged excited glances before turning their attention to you. It seemed like a decision had already been made.

You couldn't resist their enthusiasm and shrugged, giving in to the infectious energy. "You heard the boss," you agreed, a hint of a smile appearing on your face.

“Great!” Kelvin snapped his fingers, and Keefe quickly disappeared before reappearing just as swiftly with a T-shirt in your size. He extended it towards you, the shirt sporting “HONY HOLY CREW” in big letters with Bible references around and the cartoon of Charles the Zebra on the front.

You accepted the T-shirt with a mix of amusement and resignation, “Wow! Thanks.” you held the shirt up, “And it’s… mandatory to wear it?”

Kelvin raised an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth curving into a wide smile. "It's part of the Holy Zoo-ly Crew uniform. Mandatory for all volunteers," he replied, feigning seriousness.

You stifled a laugh, "Alright then," you resigned, "can’t wait to roll with the Holy Zoo-ly Crew in style."

Kelvin smiled, pleased with your acceptance. "Oh, you're gonna look so official and cool. The Holy Zoo-ly Crew badge is a big deal."

You couldn't resist a smile as you agreed, "And I am honored." You backed away, making your way towards the doors to make your way to your service.

Kevin and Keefe waved enthusiastically, their fingers fluttering in farewell. "Bye girl!" they called out in unison, their excitement palpable.

You cursed under your breath, frustration creeping in. You had gotten roped into this zoo-tastic mess, and now being late to Gideon's sermon only added to your annoyance.

Gideon was eager to begin his sermon, his eyes darting around the room, everyone was seated, except for you. Gideon's smile subtly faded, his eyes scanning the room once more, looking for any sign of you. His disappointment was evident in his slightly frowning expression, as he felt a pang of longing to see your face.

Despite the lingering disappointment, Gideon's professionalism kicked in, and he began his sermon. The weight of your absence weighed heavily on his mind, but he pushed through, delivering his message with utmost sincerity.

Despite his efforts to remain focused on his message, Gideon's usually confident voice lacked its usual gusto. His mind was preoccupied, his thoughts consumed by your absence. Rather than feeling the energy and connection with the audience as he normally did, he found himself constantly glancing at the door, silently hoping to see you walk in.

And just like an answer to his prayer, the door opened, and there you stood, making a graceful entrance. Gideon's eyes instantly fixated on you, his heart skipping a beat at your presence. The sight of you filled him with a mixture of relief and surprise.

Gideon's face immediately broke into a wide, genuine smile as soon as he saw you. His eyes lit up, the disappointment he had been feeling just moments before dissipating like smoke. It was as if a weight lifted off his shoulders, replaced by a sense of contentment and joy.

You graced Gideon with a warm smile, sending a small wave with a playful flutter of your fingers. He couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat at the gesture. You made your way to your grandparents and took a seat beside them, finally joining the service.

Despite your presence being a bit of a distraction, you also had a paradoxical effect of empowering him even more within his sermon. Feeling invigorated, he was on a roll, his words flowing with conviction and energy. Each glance at you only fueled his confidence, propelling him to deliver with greater zeal and passion.

Gideon spoke with conviction, his words resonating through the room. "Our God is a god of miracles. He sees us in our weakest, in our darkest moments, and He extends His hand with unconditional love and forgiveness. His miracles surround us every day, sometimes in the smallest of ways, other times in the most unexpected forms. No matter how difficult life may get, never forget the power of faith and prayer, for God’s miracles are eternal."

You couldn't help but smile, moved by his words. Gideon's words struck a chord within you, stirring up a mix of emotions. The genuine conviction in his voice, coupled with the message of hope and unwavering faith, resonated deeply within you. It was a beautiful sight to behold.

As the service came to an end, you locked eyes with Gideon, a warm smile spreading across your face. He beamed back at you, unable to disguise his feelings of joy and admiration. The connection between you both was palpable, a silent understanding passing through your shared gaze.

You exchanged a hopeful glance with your grandparents, noticing your grandma’s wink, hinting at their intention to retrieve Avery, "We're going to get Avery. Maybe we'll take a slow walk to the car. Grandpa's knee is acting up today."

Grandpa, seemingly puzzled by his wife's comment, protested, "My knee is fine. What are you talking about?" Your grandma chuckled softly, a playful glint in her eye, replying to him gently as she tugged him along, "Oh, honey, you’ve been favoring your knee all day."

Grandpa feigned reluctance as he allowed himself to be pulled. "Damn, Bonnie, no need to drag me. I can walk just fine!" His wife chuckled in response, gently guiding him as they walked out, "Oh, don't be dramatic, you old coot."

You chuckled softly as you watched your grandparents, shaking your head at their playful banter. As people began to file out, you remained seated.

Gideon smiled warmly at you, his eyes sparkling with playfulness. He took a step closer, unable to resist joining in on the fun. "You know, if you keep sitting there looking so cute, I'm going to start thinking you're waiting for me."

You couldn't help but smile back, feeling a flutter inside. "And what would you do if I was?" you replied, matching his playful demeanor.

A sly grin formed on Gideon’s face as he took another step closer, his eyes fixed on yours. "Well," he drawled, his voice a mix of tease and warmth, "I'd consider myself lucky to have such a pretty girl waiting for me."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, but you tried to keep your composure, feigning nonchalance. "Were you just born charming or did you have to work on that?" you responded, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of your lips.

Gideon chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the banter between you two. "A bit of both, I suppose," he replied, his smile growing wider. "But charm isn't always a choice. It just comes naturally when the right person is involved."

Your cheeks tinted with a hint of pink as you couldn't resist the compliment. "Smooth, Gideon," you replied, your lips curling into a soft smile. "You keep that charm going, and I might start expecting flowers at my

door."

Gideon settled into the seat beside you, not too close but still within comfortable proximity. He leaned back, a coy smile on his face as he inquired, "Do you like flowers at your door?"

You responded with a nonchalant shrug and a tinge of vulnerability, "I wouldn’t know. No one ever gifted me flowers before."

Gideon's heart wrenched when he heard your confession. His expression softened, and his gaze turned tender. "Never?" he asked softly, the question carrying a hint of disbelief.

Gideon's expression filled with a strange mix of sympathy and disbelief. "You're telling me," he started, incredulous, "that you've never received flowers? Not even once?"

You chuckled softly, the lack of flowers in your life a stark reality, but you wore a bittersweet smile on your face. "Not once," you echoed, the simplicity of your answer carrying the weight of truth.

Gideon nodded, a small, almost melancholic grin gracing his lips. “That’s a shame,” he agreed, his words carrying a gentle sense of sadness.

You waved your hand dismissively, a mix of nonchalance and acceptance in your gesture. "I'm not crying over it. I don’t have much of a green thumb anyways," you assured him, your voice steady despite the emptiness of never being gifted flowers.

After a beat of silence, you nodded appreciatively toward the front of the room, where Gideon had preached earlier. "It was a good message," you expressed with sincerity, your gratitude evident in your voice. "Thank you, Gideon."

He smiled softly at your words, genuine gratitude filling his eyes. "It was my pleasure," he replied earnestly, his gaze holding a hint of contentment. A few moments of comfortable silence elapsed between you two before Gideon spoke up, his voice gentle. "Can I ask you something?"

You smiled warmly, nodding in response to his question. "Sure," you encouraged, genuinely curious about what he wanted to ask.

He sighed, “When I preach… do you… feel it?”

You thought for a moment, reflecting on his question. The answer came easily, words of truth falling from your lips with sincerity. "When you preach..." you started, your voice steady and earnest, "The words touch my heart."

You continued, your voice tinged with a mix of vulnerability and conviction. "I'm someone who really needed the Lord," you admitted, your words echoing with honesty, "and I've been noticing this church... and if I can be honest, you specifically, always tend to deliver messages that resonate with me deeply, especially during times when I'm struggling to find my way."

Gideon's heart swelled with a mix of emotions at your confession. Your words struck a chord within him, and he couldn't help but feel moved by the impact his preaching had on you. "Thank you," he replied, his voice tinged with gratitude and sincerity. "That means more to me than you could ever know."

You smiled softly, understanding the weight of your words. "It's just the truth," you replied, your voice filled with sincerity.

The sound of the door opening broke the intimate moment between you and Gideon. Jesse and Amber walked in, their presence filling the room with their usual energy.

Gideon's cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and slight defensiveness as Jesse entered the room. Jesse tried to hold back a sly smirk, his eyes darting back and forth between you and Gideon.

Amber's eyes widened with delight as she spotted you. Her voice carried a hint of surprise. "(Y/N), what a surprise!" she exclaimed, her smile spreading across her face.

Gideon couldn't help but cover his face, a mixture of embarrassment and amusement, as he muttered under his breath, "Oh my god." His nerves were palpable in the room, and he took a moment to compose himself.

You beamed a warm smile, greeting the Gemstones with a touch of playful formality. "Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Gemstone! How are y’all this evening?" You replied, your voice filled with warmth and lightheartedness.

They grinned, loving your formality. Jesse responded with a chuckle, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he looked at Gideon. "Well, isn't that nice," he replied, the corners of his lips curling into a playful smirk. "We're doing just fine, thank you for asking, sweetheart." Amber chimed in, her smile mirroring her husband's amusement.

Jesse approached Gideon, placing a hand on his shoulders and giving him a friendly shake. He couldn't help but rib Gideon a bit, his playful nature shining through. "Just fine indeed," he echoed with a smirk, his eyes twinkling with mischievousness.

Gideon let out a soft grunt as Jesse gave him a shake, unable to hold back a small chuckle. "Dad, stop," he protested, but there was a hint of fondness in his voice, despite the playfulness.

Amber couldn't resist chiming in with a sly question, her smirk growing wider. "Has he asked you out yet?" she inquired, her eyebrow raised playfully.

Gideon sprang to his feet, his urgency evident, as he hastily ushered his parents toward the door. "Go, now, or else..." he threatened playfully, his tone filled with a blend of annoyance and affection.

Jesse let out a hearty laugh, his playful banter continuing as he teased, "Or what? You gonna come at me with those MMA moves? I've still got a few tricks up my sleeve. I’ll throw you down, son.”

Gideon's plea grew more desperate, his tone tinged with a mixture of frustration and playfulness. "Please, leave..." he implored, his hands ushering them out, "I have to lock up."

“Okay, okay, we’re going,” Amber conceded, patting her son on the cheek. “Don’t do anything the holy good lord would not do,” Jesse laughed, his wife following behind him with a knowing smirk.

Gideon groaned as his parents finally relented, their banter still lingering in the air as they made their way out. "Just go," he muttered tiredly, closing the door behind them.

As the door closed behind his parents, he let out a sigh of both relief and slight exhaustion. The playful banter and hints from his dad had left him feeling slightly embarrassed and irritated. However, the presence of you sitting nearby eased his nerves. He looked over at you, trying to regain his composure.

You couldn't hold back a smirk, your affection for them evident in your words. "I think they’re great," you confessed, your voice tinged with a hint of amusement.

He smiled softly, a mix of exasperation and affection on his face. "They can be a handful," he chuckled, taking a seat back next to you.

You nodded in understanding, still amused by their playful banter. "Well, I think you’re lucky to have such involved parents. They just want you to be happy," you replied, your tone gentle and understanding.

You looked at him with a small frown, “do you really have to lock up?”

Gideon sighed softly, looking at you with a slight frown, "Yes, unfortunately, I do." He glanced at the clock, his expression tinged with a hint of reluctance.

You couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment, your voice reflecting your feelings. "That's too bad," you replied softly, the disappointment evident in your voice.

He nodded, sharing your sense of disappointment. "I know. I would much rather spend time with you," he admitted, the sincerity in his voice undeniable.

Your heart fluttered at his words, and a small smile appeared on your face. "I would too," you replied softly, your voice tinged with a bit of vulnerability.

He couldn't help but smile at the vulnerability in your voice. He felt a connection between you two, his emotions growing stronger. "Maybe, I could… have you over? I can cook for you," he said softly, his voice laced with a hint of hope.

Your eyes widened at his suggestion, a mix of surprise and excitement washing over you. "You would...do that?" you asked, your voice filled with a combination of gratitude and hopefulness.

He nodded, a soft smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Yeah, I would," he affirmed. The thought of cooking for you filled him with a sense of purpose and anticipation, a desire to create something special for you.

You couldn't help but smile warmly, touched by his offer. "I would love that," you replied, your voice infused with genuine appreciation.

The anticipation and excitement in your voice only fueled his determination to follow through with his plan. His heart fluttered at the thought of cooking for you, creating a special moment between the two of you. "Great," he replied, his voice filled with a mix of nerves and eagerness. "How about Friday?"

You nodded, your smile growing wider. "It’s a date," you agreed, clearly looking forward to the evening.

A warm smile spread across Gideon's face, the excitement building inside him. "Perfect," he repeated, his voice filled with anticipation. "We'll make it a night to remember then."

Amber and Jesse were pressed up against the door, listening in. Jesse wrinkled his nose in disgust, shaking his head. "He was doing so well, and then he says that," he muttered, his voice tinged with amusement and slight embarrassment for his son.

Amber let out a soft chuckle, her voice filled with mirth. "Oh, honey, give him a break," she replied, playfully swatting at her husband's shoulder, “you said stupid shit every time your mouth opened when you were younger.”

You rose from your seat with a smile on your face, your words filled with warmth. "Text me," you said softly, excitement brimming in your eyes. You sauntered towards the door with a playful smirk on your face, uttering those words of farewell. "Bye, Gideon," you said smoothly, your voice tinged with a hint of sass.

He chuckled at your sass, a warm smile on his face as he reciprocated your departure. "Bye, (y/n)," he replied softly, watching you leave, the anticipation of Friday night swirling in his mind.

Jesse Gemstone nearly stumbled as you opened the door, his excuse spilling out awkwardly. "Just looking at this...thing on the floor," he muttered, attempting to cover his snooping behavior.

You couldn't help but sport a knowing smile, your voice filled with a mix of playfulness and a touch of sass. "Have a good night, Mr. and Mrs. Gemstone," you said smoothly, fully aware of their attempt to eavesdrop.

They tried to maintain their composure, nodding politely at your farewell. "You too, sweetheart. Be safe," Jesse replied, his attempted nonchalance failing to conceal his obvious eavesdropping attempt. Amber chimed in with a sweet smile, "Have a good night, dear."

Jesse watched you walk out and couldn't help but glance at his son, a smirk playing on his face. "Make it a memorable one. He did not get that shit from me, that's for sure," he said, nudging Gideon's arm teasingly.

Gideon rolled his eyes playfully, a slight embarrassment creeping up his neck. "Dad, come on," he protested, trying to brush off his father's remark.

Amber walked arm in arm with Gideon, a mischievous grin on her face, "I've got the perfect recipe for your date," she said, with a wink.

Gideon groaned slightly, rolling his eyes at his mother's comment. "Guys, seriously. I got this," he said, trying to sound exasperated but unable to hide a hint of amusement.

In reality, Gideon thought he was fucked. He had never attempted to cook a meal for anyone before. The thought of impressing you with his nonexistent cooking skills sent a wave of nerves coursing through him.

The outcome of Gideon's endeavor was uncertain. It could either be a disaster, a night to remember for all the wrong reasons, or it could miraculously turn out to be a night of unforgettable connection.