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oikadori · 4 years ago

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Sleepover after Horror Film

A/N: I just thought this might be a cute scenario LMAO...considering my experience with horror movies hahahaha. I’m REALLY jumpy so each time I watch one of these I NEED to be with someone. Also we’re close to Halloween soo...Hope you like it! Thanks for reading!

Pairings: Sugawara x f!Reader, Bokuto x f!Reader, Kuroo x f!Reader

Genre: fluff, crack?

WC~1,4K

“Are those blankets ok?” Suga opens the door of his room, both of his hands stuffed with mugs of hot chocolate as he looks at you with soft eyes when you snuggle even more on his bed.

“Thank you for letting me stay, Koushi”, he smiles at you, handling you the hot ceramic, “How are you not scared??”

“Oh, I was, but you were ten times worse so that kind of calmed me down!” his airy laugh bounces in the room, making you pout. Your nerves tense up as you look at the clock hanging on his bedroom’s wall, “Are you really planning to stay up all night?”

“If it gets to 3am and nothing happens, I’ll sleep then”

You sip the hot drink as Suga sits beside you, yawning. He glances at you, a devilish grin growing on his face as he gently grasps your mug, making you frown.

“I won’t let any scary girl come out of the TV to take you away” He loops his arms around you, placing you on his lap gently before kissing the back of your neck, emphasizing his words.

Just as Suga was leaning close to your face, a bird stomps against the window next to his bed, causing a loud thump. Your high pitch shriek makes Suga jolt, instantly covering you completely with his much bigger figure as he looks over his shoulder at the glass.

Your grip on the neck of his sweater is still tight a few minutes after. He places his warm palms on your shaky hands before giggling with nervousness, trying to ease you.

“I told you, your cool boyfriend is going to protect you” you feel as if you can breathe again and the color returns to your face, “Sleep, Y/N. I’ll watch the clock until 3am”

“A-Are you serious Koushi?”

“If that makes you feel safe, angel, I’ll do anything” you stare into his big brown eyes, embarrassed at your childish demand as heat spread on your checks.

“But if some other bird crash against the window or any other animal wants to make his appearance this lovely night, I’ll carry you to your house, no matter the hour”

Suga’s sweet chuckles make your heartbeat slow down, a faint smile appears on your lips as you bury your face on his chest. He looks at your small figure before pecking your head lightly.

“Suga, you’re amazing” you mumble, interwinding his fingers with yours.

“I am, aren’t I?”, he chuckles again as his heartbeat lulls you into sleep, all the scary scenes fading with each circle he traces on your back.

As a result, your eyelids grow heavier and he watches you closely. A big smile spreads on his face when they finally give in to the tiredness and tugs you closer to his chest.

“See? There’s nothing to fear about, pretty angel”

“You look way too comfortable, ace”

Bokuto turns to you, head below your bed sheets and pout on his lips as you throw an oversized t-shirt over your head, walking out of your bathroom. His hair falls over his forehead as he pulls the blanket down, pressing it against his head.

“Why did you take so long?”

“I–Koutaro I was, like, 6 feet away from you!”

“Don’t you remember the movie??” he leans forward, his eyes searching for any glimpse of fear in yours, “Bad things always happen when they go to the bathroom”

He pulls back huffing at the smile that twirls on your lips, his teeth clamp together, noticing how cool you act after the heart attack he almost had.

“Awww don’t be scared, Kou.”, you coo, cupping his cheeks, his eyes drifting away, avoiding your playful stare as red tints his cheeks, “Your girlfriend is here”

“I was supposed to say that!”

Bokuto narrows his eyes at you, causing you to chuckle before giving him a soft peck. He moves his arm, lifting the blanket for you to snuggle up. In a quick movement, you find yourself in between his arms as he throws the cozy fabric over both of you.

“Guess your plan didn’t work, huh?”, you can’t see the way his cheeks turn bright red but feel his body tensing up a little as his bulky arms tight their hold around you.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about”

“Oh, so there was no special reason for you to be so persistent in watching a horror movie?”, you turn to look at him, quirking a brow as a mischievous grin grows on your face, “Sorry Kou but I’m not a jumpy person–“

Suddenly, your room goes black, darkness filling every corner, causing you to shriek. In less than a second, the ace is searching for your waist with sloppy touches to bring you closer. When he feels your hands on his shoulders his heartbeat stops pounding on his ears.

“I’m here”

“Don’t let go of me” he whispers shyly, and you instantly stop your hand from moving to reach for your phone.

You hug him closer, looping your legs around his waist in a koala way as you shake your head lightly, giggling. His breath fans your neck and you feel his muscles relaxing.

“Baby, you hate horror movies so much, if you wanted to sleep with me you only had to ask”

In less than a second, Bukoto’s face moves away from your neck and despite the darkness you catch golden eyes staring into yours.

“So you knew from the beginning??”

“Sorta”

You feel his embarrassed stare in the dark and search quickly for his cheeks, planting a bunch of tender kisses, tracing his skin. A smile curves on his lips against yours.

“You are devilish, doll”

“Why aren’t you sleeping?”

Your heavy eyelids open a little as you adjust your position on top of Kuroo’s chest. One of his hands is running your sides while the other rest peacefully on his stomach, his amber eyes are contemplating the ceiling when you look at him.

“I can ask you the same, Kitten”

He looks down at you as your hands rub your eyes, trying to shove away the sleepiness.

“What are you thinking, Tetsu”, a grin creeps on the corner of his lips as you wrap an arm around his torso, yawning before looking again at him with interest.

“It’s so ridiculous”

“What–“

“The movie, you know that’s not how blood works, don’t you? And don’t make me start about the ‘I’ll go alone towards the suspicious sound’’ cliché”

His voice shows annoyance, and you frown at him, resting your chin on his chest.

“It was really convincing!” he chuckles with closed eyes and pats lightly your head, “Stop teasing! It really scared me–“

“I know, kitten, that’s what you asked me to stay, isn’t it?”

“I'm regretting it now”, you turn away, crossing your arms and pouting. Kuroo clicks his tongue, amused, as his fingers brush your back sending a shiver to your stomach.

“Aww, don’t get mad at me. You look cute, scared like that, makes me want to protec–“

The sound of metal hitting the wooden floor makes both of you jolt. You turn to him, eyes filled with fear, and to your surprise your boyfriend shared the same look at you.

“Are your windows closed? Maybe the wind threw something off the–

A louder thump echoes from the hall, cutting of Kuroo’s explanation attempt.

“Go to check”

“Me?”

“That’s why you are here”, he looks at your room’s closed door, resting on his elbows as he obligates his feet to fall onto the floor, “You said you’ll protect me” you push slightly his back as a final blow.

“I’m going! But – it’ll be smarter to go together”

“You are scared, too!”

“No. I’m being intelligent–” he sits on the edge of your bed as you smile teasingly at him, poking his back. “–If there is someone, it’ll be one and a half against one”

“You– I hate you. Go already!”

He grins, fighting the urge to ask you again to go with him as he stands and walks to the handle, he opens it carefully and peeks his head out of your room. Kuroo steps further, his back disappearing into the hall before a gasp leaves his lips.

“What happened, are you alright?” you lean on the edge of the bed, gripping tightly the bed covers as Kuroo enters again with a little cat on his arms, a cocky grin on his face, “How–?”

“It seems…you were not the only kitten in the house”

A/N: uGHHH I have like two requests but I really wanted to finish this first soo maybe for next week the requests will be done. As a said in my Requests post this month I’m kind of busy :(

❀Thanks for reading!❀

@kouffee-ink

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iluvchanniesposts · 3 years ago

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Vlive tickles.

lee!minho. lers! seungmin and jeongin.

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The second oldest, and the two youngest all decided to go live on Vlive. It had been a while since they all sat together and to be quite frank, the fans went crazy. It was such an odd mixture, seeing as Seungmin and Jeongin were just together, but Minho decided to join them today.

“Hello Stay!” Seungmin greeted the viewers with a cute wave, followed by the other two. They were sat side by side on the bed, Minho in the middle. “We want to do a small Q&A, so please ask us questions in the comments.” Jeongin spoke to the camera with a sweet smile, eyes flickering back to his phone every now and then. “Are Felix’s brownies actually nice?” Minho read out one of the questions in which everyone nodded. “Who argues the most?” Seungmin read out. “We don’t really argue, to be honest do we?” Jeongin looked at the other two who shook their heads in response.

Many questions later, they decided to finish the Q&A. Jeongin laughing caught the other boys attentions as his eyes were glued to his phone. “What?” Minho asked, trying to peer over his shoulder. “Hold on, is Minho ticklish. If yes, where and how much?” He laughed as he leaned away so Minho couldn’t see his phone. Minho’s head shot up as he shook it ‘no’ frantically. “Stay, shall we find out?” Seungmin smiled before pushing Minho back onto the bed. They turned his body so the camera had a good view. His arms were now pinned above his head, Jeongin leaned over him with Seungmin sat on his hips.

“Boys no! I’ll tell Chan!” He threatened but they didn’t listen. Jeongin leaned over and was tickling Minho’s armpits, making his arms struggle to come down. “Nahahah don’t!” He squirmed a little before Seungmin leaned down and blew on his neck. “This isn’t fahahahair!” Seungmin smiled at his dismay and carried on teasing his neck. “Oh he’s very ticklish!” Jeongin laughed and looked at the camera. “Where else are you ticklish, Hyung?” Seungmin asked with a playful tone, moving his hands to his ribs. “I’m not ticklish!” He tried to say without laughing, but Seungmin’s hands connecting with his ribs made him laugh. “Oh, is that so?” He teased again.

At this point, Jeongin got bored of his armpits, moving down to his knees. He adjusted the camera so Stay could see everything. “Are your knees ticklish?” He gave Minho no time to reply before squeezing his knee cap. In defence, his leg flew up but Jeongin held it down the next time. “CLEARLY HAHAHAHA!” He was still sarcastic no matter what predicament he’s in. “Let’s crack some eggs.” Seungmin suggested, as he put one hand over Minho’s knee in a closed claw position, tapped it a few times before sprawling his fingers out over his knee. Jeongin was doing the same on the other knee, causing Minho to throw his head back. “Stop you little brats!” He was out of breath and panting. “What about your stomach? Let’s find out.” Seungmin stated as they both made their way back up to his stomach, lifting his shirt a little. Jeongin dragged his slender nails all over his tummy as Seungmin swirled his finger around his bellybutton. “GUHUHUYS PLEASE!” He screamed, but their hands never stopped. “Aww. I think we found your sensitive spot!” His face was bright red and he tried to suck his stomach in but nothing made it stop. “ENOUGH!” He shouted, the boys listened this time. Minho sat up and straightened himself out for the camera. “Aw, your ears are so red.” Seungmin teased with another poke to his rib, making him jolt to the side.

“Your answer is yes.” Jeongin snickered as Minho playfully punched his arm.

#stray kids #tickle #bang chan #skz x reader #lee minho #skz #tickle fic #ler #stray kids minho #skz smut #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin #tickle art #bts v #btsgif #skz soft hours #skz soft thoughts

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fushiguromi · 4 years ago

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little bundle of sunshine — ushijima wakatoshi

synopsis: you and your daughter surprised ushijima by watching his volleyball game

pairing: dad!ushijima x f!reader

genre: fluff!! timeskip :))

word count: 1.4k

a/n: ahHhHhh i’m sorry if this is like ?? because it is my first time posting this kind of fic, so pls don’t judge me HAHAHHAHAHAHA

“Hello! Good morning.” You greeted the guard before walking to the daycare that was near your workplace.

You walked into your daughter’s classroom and you see her sitting quietly on a chair, observing her other classmates.

She’s just quiet while swinging her little legs because her feet don't reach the floor. She hugs her backpack closely to her lap and put her head on top of it.

You knocked on the door to excused your daughter and just smiled at the teacher and greeted her.

The five-year-old who looked more like her father glanced up to you, and a huge smile plastered on her face.

“Mommy! Mommy!” She called running towards you with a piece of paper in her hand. She presented it to you as you knelt to be on her height.

“Wook! I drew dada!” She excitedly said while swaying her body left to right and you take the paper from her hands and rubbed her head with your other hand.

“You’re good! It’s amazing, baby.” You looked over her with her big dark olive-brown eyes looking up to you. “Want to go watch daddy play?” You asked, already knowing her answer.

A big smile came onto her face as she jumped up and down, “Yes!” She always loves watching her father play and cheering for him.

Ushijima often jokes about having another one soon, so he can have a whole cheering team because you both get always baby fever whenever she’s around which is always.

You stood up and put out your hand for her to reach, “let’s get changed first, and then we’ll go.” She grabbed your hand as you got her backpack and headed to the bathroom to change.

You changed her school uniform to a volleyball jersey with Ushijima’s number on it and some shorts, fixing her hair to make it pigtails. You then changed quickly into jeans and a t-shirt with his number too.

You walked out and headed to your car. She easily goes to her car seat with excitement and because of your busy schedule, you don’t get to watch every game, so Ushijima would be surprised to see you and your daughter watch his game today.

You pulled into the parking lot of the venue, you made sure to look out for your daughter so she wouldn't run across the street because sometimes her excitements overboard.

As you walked in, the venue was already filled with many fans and visitors as the teams were about to play. You held your daughter firmly on your hip so you wouldn't lose her as you walked to find a seat in the front.

When you already settled on the front row, your daughter looked around for her dad and you pointed him out to her as they were all on the side, warming up and doing their drills.

“Daddy!” She screamed, waving up her two hands.

Ushijima stopped warming up and looked around, recognizing his daughter's voice. He didn’t know you were coming today and it was kind of a surprise. “Daddy!” She yelled again, this time he glanced towards you with wide eyes and smiled.

Standing up and walking over, “Dad! Wook!” She pulled out her jersey to show him. He smiled and pinched her cheek and kissed her forehead before reaching over to pick her up from you.

“My cheerleaders came here to support me?” he asked and looked at you.

She giggled and leaned more into him. You always wonder why she’s more a daddy’s girl when she always spends time with you.

“I got off early and we couldn’t waste this because everyone is looking forward to this game and we wanted to be here to support you.” You reached over and ran your fingers to your daughter's hair as she snuggled to her dad.

You felt almost everyone's eyes are on your family, “plus, she loves watching you play.” As you converse with Ushijima, many flashing lights are directed to you and your daughter.

Ushijima put her head on his chest to shield her from the cameras, he looked up over to you and smiled.

“What about you?” He teased, looking at your shirt because of his jersey number.

You smiled and moved closer to him, “you know that I have admired watching you play since you’re in high school. That's why we have this ray of sunshine.” He smirked, recalling what it would do to you to watch him play.

“Besides, it's been a while. I must show everyone this beautiful baby.” He chuckled and kissed your forehead.

“I have to go now. Cheer for me okay?” He asked and you and your daughter nodded.

You took her back in your hands as she held on to you, “wuv you daddy. Play well..” she blew a kiss with her free hand.

You could see how his heart melted because of his expression. Your daughter has that effect on everyone she meets.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” He replied, smiling before walking back to his teammates.

The game went on and intense. Schweiden Adlers had no problem beating their opponent and watching your husband play gives you different feelings and emotions. Every time you see him play, you fall in love all over again.

That’s the reason why your daughter was brought up to this world so soon. You just have no self-control when it comes to Ushijima.

After the game, you walked down the stairs, getting the usual looks of awe for being the wife of the one and only Ushijima Wakatoshi, you just smiled at them, and your daughter waves and smiles at them confidently. Some people noticed your daughter and look at her with amusement because of her cuteness.

Once you were downstairs of the gym, she wiggled her way out of your arms and ran towards her dad with open arms. He didn't notice her coming until she hugged his legs.

Some of the other players were looked so confused, except for Ushijima’s teammates as to why a child was hugging his legs.

He turned around and picked her up, getting her to giggle as Hosiumi tickled her. “Daddy did good right?” You asked, letting everyone hear as you walked over to your family. Almost everyone gasped and looked shocked.

Being a private person, Ushijima doesn’t bring it up unless you ask or talk it about him. “Yeah! Dada did so well!” Reaching up to pinch his cheeks and hugged his neck.

“I’ve never seen Ushijima-san being like that.” You heard a player whispered to his teammate.

“Uncle Yama and Iumi..” she tried to reach out for Kageyama but he just smiled and pointed to Hosiumi who looks excited to take her.

Your daughter reached for Hosiumi who happily took her. Once she was on his arms, Ushijima pulled you close to him.

“How was my performance, love?” He said softly for you as you smiled, moving closer to his arms.

“Hmm.. perfect as usual.” You replied, hugging him as he kissed you softly.

“Of course, you were watching and our ball of sunshine.” You felt your heart being contented to have this kind of life.

Ushijima’s arms snaked on your waist, closing your eyes, he kissed your forehead.

“I’m so happy today...” he trailed off and smiled. You felt your heart racing, it feels like you’re in high school again.

“Uh, Ushijima-san,” Hosiumi came up to you both with your daughter sitting on his shoulder, holding his hair up.

You laughed because her hands are playing with Hosiumi’s hair. Carefully, Hosiumi handed her to you as he also went to leave with his other teammates.

You put her on the ground and play with her for a little bit. Ushijima went to his locker and someone came up to you, he’s someone who kept looking at you earlier from the stands.

“Hi! Are you supporting someone?” He looked at your daughter as she plays with the volleyball.

“Yeah, Schweiden Adlers.” You replied and then smile over your daughter who’s now trying to dribble the volleyball.

“You look very pretty. Is she your sister?” You stayed quiet, thinking if he doesn’t know about you being married to Ushijima.

“No, she’s our daughter.” You didn’t notice Ushijima walking over to your daughter to pick her up before he came up to you.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t know.” The guy cowers away and just walked away.

Ushijima turned towards you, “I’m sorry.” You smiled and hold on to his arm.

“It’s okay.” You took your daughter from Ushijima’s arms and she snuggled on your neck.

He leaned over to kiss your daughter’s forehead, “let’s go home.” He gently said and kissed your lips.

a/n (take 2): if you read this, i just wanted to say congrats!! HAHAHAHA jk but thank you for reaching at the end of the story <3 i hope you liked it 🥺

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anotherblblog · 3 years ago

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KinnPorsche Episode 11 Liveblog blurbs

okie okie

I’m committed to live reacting this ep partially because I stumbled upon some amazing KP meta this week and am on an all time KP high

and ofc now that I’m even more excited than usual for KP my internet (or the iqiyi app) doesn’t wanna cooperate

anywhooooooooo let’s start the ep

starting off with VegasPete for all the patient fans out there both Vegas and his dad dress so ostentatiously peacocking much? Vegas is on the bad list lol, what did you expect dude

omg please Kinn, just think, a little harder, come on baby and nope... he seems to be buying it, or maybe this is another one of Kinn’s plans

but the KP snuggle scene is cute

ok, this is kinda hawt... >:3 this phone call neck kissing mindscrew I now see the appeal of Vegas >:3

Kinn is trying to hard to this past this plot enforced stupidity

oh I see we’re firmly on the comedy side of the KP scales this episode also didn’t Big and Ken like just die lmao y’all don’t care at all

lmao “there’s no rule” where is this rulebook or code of conduct

so it’s like VegasPete for serious/scary and KP for comedy ah Kimlock Holmes is back on the case with the full board of clues and plots and mysteries now honestly, I’m very interested to see how KimChay resolves

oh there’s the Chay half now Chay makes some good points in his plea but lol at Porsche wanting to be with them both

oh no, looks like the silliness has invaded the VegasPete parts of the episode

I guess after the Tawan mini arc concluded they wanted levity before it probably gets serious again...

oh it’s the other queer couple also here for silliness ok, yes this episode is like 10x more silly and saccharine that normal BUT I am absolutely all about Kinn and Porsche getting to openly declare their feelings for each other with their family and friends GAY RIGHTS!

also like Vegas is totally going to kill his dad right? like are we all sensing that coming or is it just me... “fudge” lol

ok Tankhun and Porchay I am really enjoying together even without the Kim plot bomb that’s probably going to drop later oh shit, it’s happening right now lmao pleae don’t let this be the only Tankhun and Porchay scene but lmaoooo at the only Kim and Kinn thing is a photo

lmao nurse torturer Vegas is here also he’s still handcuffed hahahahaha “you must suffer until I am satisfied” ........ >:3 your honor, I like it now they’re trading tragic backstories yeah, I think Kan is going to die for real but Pete might be the one who does it

dawww hahahahaha it’s kinda sad but funny, this KimChay breakup scene but not as funny as Kim’s fringe

and the mood whiplash continues with his helicopter KP date hahahahahahahahaha

tonally this episode is all over the place

Vegas in casual ware is so odd VegasPete - torture but comedy

omgggggggg KinnPorsche - horny but wholesome fucking mile high bj hahahaha

Kimlock giving this dude a shakedown and getting an answer to something that was a never a question to me lmao of course Korn is behind it

#kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche episode 11

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emeraldbabygirl · 3 years ago

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Mr. Pickles

Genre: smut hahahaha the bookends

Warnings/kinks: threesome, butt stuff uhhhh yeah :)

Length: it’s sweet :) haha it’s like not too much :(

“If you need us we’ll be out on the patio!” your mom called as you made your way to your bedroom. Your parents had been wanting to meet your boyfriend for a couple months now but you had no idea how to tell them that you were kind of dating two men at the same time. Hwalchan was your boyfriend as that was the story you told your parents and other family members but you never said anything to them about Uiyeon. Uiyeon was Hwalchan’s friend and to be honest you were still getting used to dating two men yourself so you never did much with him alone. Uiyeon himself was more of a watcher when it came to doing anything with you and Hwalchan. You definitely were not going to show up for the first time and tell your beloved parents that you were in a relationship with two men at once so you just said your boyfriend and his friend were coming over. Luckily they didn’t question it.

The trip upstairs was quiet. You studied Uiyeon and Hwalchan observing the house, taking in the pictures covering the walls and admiring the general setup of the house. Finally you got to your room. Upon entering you heard one of them stifle a laugh. You made your way to the bed and plopped down. “What’s so funny Uiyeon?” you questioned. Hwalchan and Uiyeon took in your room. “Well, there’s a lot of pink.” Uiyeon said walking around your room. You looked at all the pink colored items around, the pink curtains, the pink rug, the pink and white desk with the matching chair, the pink hanging lights, all the pink pillows and the pink throw you had at the foot of your bed. “I liked pink okay? I haven’t been in this room since I moved out. My parents left everything the same.”

“But princess you still like pink.” Hwalchan declared pointing to your choice of clothing. Expect for your white socks and your blue jeans your shirt and jacket and hair clips were all pink. “Well I still like pink.” you pouted. Hwalchan smiled sitting down next to you on the bed, Uiyeon joining you on the other side. “Who’s this?” Uiyeon asked picking up a stuffed pink rabbit. “That’s Mr. Pickles!” You exclaimed taking it out of Uiyeon’s arms and into yours. They both laughed. “I was three and a half when I got him and I named him pickles cause that was my favorite word.” you explained pouting. Hwalchan scooted closer to you moving your hair out of your face. “Baby you’re so precious aren’t you?” Hwalchan cooed. You froze as you felt one of his hands on your thigh. You let out the smallest gasp as his hand squeezed your thigh through your jeans. “Your room is so innocent and cute.” he said his lips grazing against your next trying to distract you from the movement that was his hand sliding up your thigh.

“O-of c-course it is. It’s my childhood b-bedroom. You stuttered feeling another hand on you. You turned your head over to Uiyeon who had his hand under your shirt slowly making his way up to your breast. Uiyeon wasn’t much of a talker surprisingly when it came to sex as he felt little comments were a waste of time. “But you’re the complete opposite. All the things you tell Uiyeon that you’re too afraid to tell me. Like how you want to be fucked on your childhood bed.” At this time you let out a much louder gasp as Uiyeon gave one of your breasts a harsh squeeze. To keep you quiet and distracted Hwalchan smashed his lips into yours his hand now cupping you right where he wanted. You squeezed your thigh shut as he started rubbing your through your jeans. Uiyeon continuing playing with your breasts his hot breath fanning against your neck followed by his soft lips leaving small kisses against your skin.

“Y-you want to f-fuck me on my bed?” you asked when Hwalchan broke the kiss. You stared into Hwalchan’s eyes and down to his cute smile. “Of course princess. Don’t you want your two favorite men to ruin you on your cute pink bed?” Hwalchan’s words had you hungry and without another word your top was off and you were laying under them as they touch every inch of you. Uiyeon finally decided to use his lips and teeth on your breasts instead of his hands and Hwalchan’s hand was down your unbuttoned jeans teasing at your opening.

You let out soft and needy moans as time went on. Your moans turned into whimpers when you were over Hwalchan pushing yourself down on his cock. “What if we break my bed?” you asked. Uiyeon had a grip on your hips teasing your backdoor with his tip, “we’ll be careful baby.”

As Hwachan fucked into you you felt Uiyeon enter your ass causing you to cry out lowering yourself on Hwalchan’s chest. “Is it too much? Do want me to stop?” Uiyeon asked concerned over how uncomfortable your cry sounded. Hwalchan watched you raise up tears streaming down your pink cheeks your pussy clenching around his cock. “No, no it’s just..god Uiyeon I didn’t expect you to feel so fucking big back there.” Uiyeon chuckled pushing his cock in further. “I’m sorry you just have the cutest little pucker and it makes my cock so big and hungry.

Uiyeon laid under you his cock now nice and snug in your ass as he held your legs apart for Hwalchan. “You’re so cute like this. God getting to fuck you like this on your pink bed hell even your cute pussy is pink isn’t that just precious.” You whined as your wall clenched around air. Your hands reached for the pink throw to give it a squeeze as it felt like Uiyeon was ripping your ass to shreds. “Hwalchan don’t say such things i-it’s embarrassing.” You looked away. Hwalchan chuckled and slid himself right into your pussy thrusting as fast as he can. “Oh I know but you like it when I say such things don’t you? You’re such a slutty little baby aren’t you. You whined at his words.

Hwalchan’s grip on your hips was tight as he rammed his cock into you over and over again. His hair was wet with sweat and sticking to his forehead his tongue sticking out from panting. You watched through blurred vision as his muscles tensed up at each thrust. His finger tips were surely going to leave bruises. Tears streamed down your cheeks as both men chased their highs getting you closer and closer to your orgasm. Uiyeon was a mess under you as his hands were everywhere squeezing and slapping your breasts wrapping his hand around your throat. His teeth were leaving deep marks into your neck and every time your ass clenched around his cock he hissed biting you even harder. You were definitely going to be covered in bruises and you had no turtlenecks.

“Fuck baby you’re so fucking precious,” Uiyeon growled into your ear from behind you. “You like getting your holes destroyed on your childhood bed? Gonna shoot my white milk all over your pink bed.” your body shook over Hwalchan’s as the boys switched positions again. Your back arching and your breasts jiggling at each thrust from Uiyeon. He was moving your entire body with each thrust and you and Hwalchan were both close to cumming. Hwalchan looked totally fucked out himself as he lay panting under you his thrust getting sloppy and even he began to moan and whine a little. “I’m gonna cum soon princess, are you gonna cum too? Cum for me princess you can do it.” As if a switch flipped in you your orgasm came crashing fast your thighs shaking uncontrollably. Hwalchan’s cock felt like it was growing inside you before he shot his hot seed all over your insides. Hwalchan’s moaning was so hot and so lewd that it caused you to cum another time with Uiyeon following his cum shooting quickly into your ass.

Uiyeon pulled out his cum still flying landing on your back, ass and thighs and even getting some on your bed spread and Mr. Pickles. Hwalchan was panting like crazy with cum still oozing out of his tip as well his cock twitching every time. You slowly and carefully tried to lower yourself onto your bed trying to find your balance but when your folds accidently came into contact with Hwalchan’s tip more cum came out of you. A cry came out as well as your whole body felt numb. You felt Uiyeon’s hand behind you hold you up and gently lay you down beside Hwalchan. Uiyeon didn’t take long to come down from his high and soon Hwalchan followed but you were still feeling loopy and out of it. “Do you think we went too hard with her? Maybe I shouldn’t have tried the anal huh?” Uiyeon asked moving your hair out of your face. Hwalchan’s hands ran up and down your arms gently kissing the parts of you that weren’t super sensitive like your shoulders and forehead. “No I think she’ll be alright she’s just sensitive is all.”

When you felt back in your own body again you snuggled into Uiyeon giving him little kisses. You were still needy and now wanted more. “More, I need more.” you said turning over to Hwalchan and reaching for his cock. Hwalchan quickly grabbed your hand before you could touch him. “No princess I’m still a little sensitive myself, besides, we should probably go down and talk with your parents and all that. They’re probably wondering what’s taking us so long.” You whined turning over to Uiyeon again. You gave him puppy eyes. “He’s right sugar, we can have more fun when we go home alright? We gotta get you cleaned up before dinner, you don’t want your parents to know what the three of us were doing up here do you?” Hwalchan and Uiyeon helped you up and got you dressed and cleaned up before the three of you tidied up your room.

“When we get home we can have all the fun you want ok princess?” Hwalchan patted your head as you all made your way out to the patio. Unfortunately for you the rest of the day you were too distracted with crazy thoughts about what you wanted Uiyeon and Hwalchan to do to you, especially after they fucked you silly on your childhood bed.

hHAhahah HAHA I just really needed something with the bookends as I’ve been hot for them recently ugh they are so big fUCK and shit I needed this getting railed on your childhood bed by the bookends as they mock you for still liking pink sksksksks it’s a whole mess cause it was just something I whipped out rq and so I’m sorry that it sucks. It’s my kink those two uwu. Just many reasons why I wrote this hahahahahh help. Also I just used their stage name just blah blah it doesn’t matter anywho I wanted to make a moodboard but it’s already hot to make moodboards for underrated groups cause I never find pics and on top of that finding pics that I want from my head is hard cause sometimes they don’t exist and of course sometimes I don’t like the way the moodboard turns out. Also also, there’s prolly a shit ton of spelling errors cause I didn’t reread it I’ll do it later blah blah blah ya’know what I’m sayin?

#great guys #hwalchan #uiyeon #jeon mingi #great guys smut #great guys fanfics #hwalchan smut #hwalchan fanfics #uiyeon smut #uiyeon fanfics #jeon mingi smut #jeon mingi fanfics #kpop smut #kpop fanfics #smut #fanfics

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jalybug · 3 years ago

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Tokyo Revengers x Fem Reader Chapter One

July 4th 2005~ You were sitting in class talking to your best friend Hina. Waiting for school to finally be over. It was July 4th and it was hot as fuck. The school air conditioning wasn't on, just a fan blowing back hot sweaty air. "Hey Hina do you wanna hang out after school?" You asked while fanning yourself, not that it helped much anyway. "Nope." "Ha?? Why??" Hina showed a cute small sweet smile, "Takemichi is going to walk me home today." "Takebitchy again??" "Y/n I know you don't like him but..." "Yeah yeah he's your boyfriend and you're practically in love with him." You began to tease Hina when you saw here blushing like crazy. "Hina and Take sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes the love~" "Y/N!! STOP! T-that's not it..." "HAHAHAHA! You should see how red you are!" "Y/n! Hina! If you want to talk wait until school is out. This is suppose to be a quieter time." "Literally EVERYONE else is talking! You chose to pick on us because??" "Young lady I do not appreciate that tone you're giving me." The teacher gave you a stern look. Hina leaned in and whispered in your ear, "Y/n stop. You'll get detention again." You groaned and stop, "Right sorry we'll be quiet." "Thank you." The teacher turned back around at his desk and began to do something on his laptop. "He's probably looking up porn," Hina giggled at what you whispered to her. "Y/n pffft- please stop... w-we'll get in trouble pfft-" "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The both of you were holding back your giggles when the bell to leave school rang. "FINALLY!" You jumped up from your seat and ran to go collect your things pulling Hina right behind you. "Hey-" "Come on! We're gonna get ice cream." "But I... Takemichi-" "Forget about him! We're going to get ice cream it's so hot!" "Fineeee." You dragged Hina to the changing room. You going to your locker and she going to her. Placing your school books in there and putting on you out side shoes. You could feel beads of sweat gathering up on the back of you neck. You wiped them away with you hand and went to go wait for Hina by the doors. It felt like five minutes when she finally came by the doors. "It took you long enough!" You could see that something was wrong. "Hina? What's the matter?" "It's Takemichi...he wasn't here like he normally is....I-I'm scared he's fighting again." You groaned and grabbed Hina by the cheeks. "If Takebitchy is fighting again I'll make sure I'll beat the shit of him for making you worry." This made Hina let out a little snort of laughter, "Now come one Hina, I'm burning up here!" "Right right sorry." The worry washed away from her face and she grabbed your hand this time pulling you. "Let's go!"

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Later that night you were walking around, the night was cool and the moon was out. You were reminiscing in memories. Those memories ended up taking you to the childhood park that you use to go to. "On July 4th twelve years in the future Hina will die." After hearing that you whipped your head around quickly and hid behind the bushes to hear the rest. It was Takimichi talking to Naoto who was sitting the swing in front of him. "I wasn't able to save your sister. Naoto, remember this date and work hard to save your sister." What the fuck is Takebitchy talking about? He's from the future?? Hina dies? That can't be true. Hina wouldn't just die? And what would Takebitchy know? Is this true??? "Ahaha! What am I thinking? You probably don't believe me." You watched as Naoto stood up from the swing looking determined. "I'll do it. I'll make sure to save her." Takemichi smiled at Naoto and held his hand out to shake his. "I'm counting on you." "Yeah." The two of them shook hands. After that Takemichi looked confused. Like he didn't even know where he was. The two starred at each other weirdly and then Takemichi walked in the direction you were. What the fuck?? Did Takebitchy just dump all the information on Naoto and now he decided to leave?? What the fuck is his problem!? The second Takimichi walked by you, you tackled him to the ground. Pinning him under you with you hand gripped around his shirt. "Y/n!? What are you doing? I didn't know you wanted me that much... if that was the case-" "Shut the fuck up Takebitchy!" "Damn calm down." "Why the fuck did you just tell Naoto that!? You making that shit up for the hell of it!?" "The fuck are you talking about??" "You know damn well what I'm talking about!" The frustration was building up in you. "No the fuck I do not!" Tears were building up in your eyes as you stared down at Takemichi. You could tell he genuinely had no clue to what you were talking about. "Never mind then." Your voice began to crack and you leaned back looking up at the stars. "Okay but Y/n... You're on my dic-" "EW NOPE!" You quickly jumped off Takemichi and ran the other way still thinking about what he said. While in deep thought you realized that Takimichi did seem different today. More mature? Was it possible that he was telling the truth? You were so lost in thought that you bumped into a couple of guys. "Watch it bitch." One of the boys said. "Ha!? Excuse you? The fuck did you just say to me?" The boy may have towered over you but that didn't scared you one bit. "I said watch bitch are you deaf?" The boy tried to advance on you but the other one held his hand out stopping him. "Stop do you know what you're doing?" The other boy who spoke wasn't as tall as the first on but he wore a scary expression. He had on glasses and kind of spikey hair with blonde streaks. "Huh?" You just decided to stand back and watch how the two boys interacted. "That's Y/n L/n. She's the 7th division Captain in Toman. Don't underestimate her. She's nowhere near being close to as strong as Mikey but that brain of hers got Toman out of many dangers. Apparently she's only known by Mikey, Draken and the members of her division. Not even the other founding members know of her yet. " You walked up the boy with glasses and held a knife up to his throat. "You see, everything you're saying is true. Which is crazy because no one is suppose to know. So how do you?" You pressed the knife deeper into the boys throat, blood trickling down his neck. He put his hands up defensively. "Now calm down, it's not what you think. I admire you and the rest of Toman. The only female who managed to magle her way into the gang. I just did research that's all." "As if I can believe that." You stared into the boy eyes behind his glasses. "No really I mean no harm." He grabbed your wrist and pushed the knife away from his throat. "Whatever." After carefully placing the lid back on put the knife back in your pocket. "I swear if you open your damn mouth once about this I won't hesitate to kill you." "Noted." "That goes for you too fat ass." "Yo Kisaki you just gonna let this bitch talk to us like that?!" "Yes I am." You rolled your eyes and walked away from the two boys. Once you were out of ear shot the other on spoke up. "Why the fuck did you let that bitch talk to you like that?!" Kisaki pushed up his glasses, "Getting on Y/n's good side is a way to get into Toman. She trusts Mikey and Draken with her life and they feel the same about her. Mikey trusts her feelings. If she doesn't like you, you're not accepted into Toman. And with Draken he trusts her to make the decisions of fights. Though no one knows, she the one who plans all the fights and strategies." "How the fuck can she even do that?" "Easy she's a spy. That's what her whole division is about. Except Y/n takes all responsibilities. She does the spying while she has the members of her division report back to Mikey and Draken. Just her being a female makes it easy to sneak in and out of other Tokyo gangs and gather information." "Kisaki..." "Hmm?" Kisaki looked at the other boy. "How do you know all this." Kisaki smiled evilly, "That's something you don't need to know."

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"Mikeyyyyy!!" You saw the blonde in his Toman jacket and his flip flops and jumped in front of him to greet him. "You're still wearing those flip flops I see." There was a large smile planted on your face. "Shush Pinkie!" "I TOLD YOU TO STOP WITH THAT NICKNAME!" "But that's your name!" "It's not! It's Y/n! Y/n not Pinkie!" "Y/n give it up. Once Mikey has a nickname for you that's your name."

Ever since you've known Mikey he gave you that nickname. It was all because the first time you met you were wearing a pinkie ring. It was the third grade and first day of school. You went to school wearing a pinkie ring thinking that the kids were going to think you were badass and cool. But the first person to notice was Mikey. He looked at you with a long stare and without asking who you were he said, "Hi I'm Mikey, that pinkie ring is cool. I'll call you Pinkie from now on. Let's be best friends okay Pinkie? <3"

And from then on, he has only ever called you Pinkie. "But Kenchin at least your nickname is cool." Mikey looked at you with pouting eyes. "So you don't like my nickname?" "Hush up Mikey." You threw the bag of candy you had at him and that shut him up really quick. "Wow way to give a child candy like that." "He's not a kid Keichin, he just acts like one." The two of you laughed. Mikey spoke up with his mouth full of candy. "ThiS isn'T THe gUod KinD" "Shut up Mikey that cost me 3 dollars. AND THAT WAS THE BIG BAG. BE LUCKY I GOT YOU ANY!" Both you and Draken could hear Mikey softly complaining under his breath. You both rolled your eyes and walked to Toman with Mikey falling in right behind. "Hey Keichin?" "Yeah?" "Do you know of anyone named Kisaki?" Draken looked at you confused while he thought about it. "No why?" "Eh I guess it's not that important." Right now you had two things to figure out. The first was if Takemichi was telling the truth about Hina and why he seemed different. While the second was finding out who Kisaki was and how he knew of your position in Toman. It was going to be a hassle but you knew you had to. Eventually once you found out who Kisaki was you'd tell Draken and Mikey but for now, this was something you had to do on your own.

Hey guys this is just a teaser check out the full story on my Wattpad 😩😩

https://www.wattpad.com/story/300590867-tokyo-revengers-x-y-n

#tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x you #x y/n #y/n #fanfic #fanfiction

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apenapaperandadoofus · 4 years ago

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A Starry Night (Jihyun x MC fluff!)

Here’s something for all of you Jihyun fans, I’m sure y’all were heart broken with the AE and I wanted to cheer y’all up a little bit :D

It’s been a while since I’ve written like this, and for V too, so uh- I’m sorry if it’s shitty lmao it was made at 4am by a very tired Amanda ✌️

Anyhow hope you enjoyyy~

“That’s not fair!” You cried as you looked at your husband’s gingerbread house. Jihyun only smiled humbly and glanced over at yours.

“Y/N yours isn’t bad, I actually think it’s really ni-”

´´Jihyun the roof literally collapsed and massacred all of my gingerbread family!!” You groaned as you tried to fix your broken gingerbread house.

It had been your idea for the two of you to bake some Christmas themed stuff that afternoon, and Jihyun happily agreed to do it.

You had been pretty confident about your cooking skills, granted neither of you had ever made a gingerbread house before, but you had seen enough videos and tutorials to feel as if you were going to emerge victorious in making one!

Yeah, no.

Everything was going fine at first. Both you and V were having fun mixing the dough, listening to Christmas music and dancing around the room, playfully. Sometimes Jihyun would suddenly grab you by the hand and spin you around, giving you a peck on the cheek whenever you finished dancing. There was also this mini food fight the two of you had, where you had wiped a bit of flour off in Jihyun´s cheek smirking mischievously. He smiled and then before you knew it, the two of you were head to toe covered in flour and icing.

It was really fun, and the two of you were really enjoying yourselves!

While you waited for the dough to bake, the two of you helped each other clean yourselves from the flour. Jihyun would gently take a towel and wipe your face, smiling lovingly at you while you also got bits of flour off from his hair.

When he was done, he cradled your cheek and rubbed his forehead against yours, making you giggle. He didn’t pull away for a few minutes, and then he started leaning his face closer and closer to you. He stopped just inches away from your lips with his eyes half closed.

´Can I kiss you?’ he asked.

You slowly nodded and let out a satisfied sigh as Jihyun cupped your neck and gently pulled your lips to his, enveloping you in a chaste kiss. You leaned closer to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, making him smile. The two of you held each other, your kiss eventually becoming hotter, faster, more desperate.

You didn’t exactly know when, but at one point Jihyun gently pressed you against the counter, still kissing you, and you rubbed your hips against him, making him let out a moan.

Before the two of you could go any further though, the oven let out a loud ding! That startled the two of you. You shyly pushed away, and smiled at Jihyun, cupping his cheek.

´Welp, we can continue this later. Now I am going to beat your ass in making gingerbread houses!´you said playfully, as you softly pushed a laughing Jihyun aside and got the oven mitts out.

The dough was perfect! You let out an excited squeal and the two of you began working on your houses.

At first everything was going well. You had the structure planned out, and the icing was ready! All you had to do was build and decorate the house, which you believed was the easy part.

Oh how wrong you were.

First, you had built the walls and put inside your little gingerbread people! It was a cute little family you had made, and they were all sitting around the place, some where even looking out the window! You thought it was absolutely adorable, and got ready to put on the roof.

Jihyun meanwhile, was still working on his walls, and you stuck out your tongue. “All I have to do is decorate and I’m done! This is another win for Y/N!!” You celebrated.

Jihyun smiled and shook his head, concentrated on steadily building the walls.

You had to admit he was really cute. So before putting the roof on your house you decided to sneakily take a picture of Jihyun.

He was sticking his tongue out, just like he always did when he was focused on something. There was also a bit of flour on his face and hair which was messily sticking to his forehead.

After you took the picture and sent it to the RFA chat, you put your phone back in your pocket and began the procedure of slooowly putting the roof on the house.

Slow...sloooooow...aaaand done!!!

You let out a small whoop as you took a few steps back to admire your work. It was looking really good, if you could say so yourself.

Jihyun laughed and told you that you did a great job! You waited for him to finished and then started decorating your gingerbread houses, making little comments or making up stories about your gingerbread people while time passed.

You did not enjoy decorating.

It was so friggen hard! You didn’t even know how to do it! Meanwhile Jihyun was beside you, making beautiful designs for the roof, the walls,the windows.

Well he WAS an artist after all. Still it made you a bit pouty that your own house wasn’t turning out how you wanted it to be.

“Ahh Jihyun! How are you even doing this? Decorating is really haaaard!” You whined as you stood behind him, watching him work.

He chuckled and then shrugged. “Well...I honestly don’t know. I can help you with yours if you’d like.”

You shook your head and went back to your gingerbread house. “I’ll just add a bunch of sprinkles or something to make it look better.”

You took some chips and started spreading them around the roof.

It wasn’t that bad honestly.

That was...until all hell broke loose.

All of a sudden (you didn’t exactly know why, though you were suspecting the amount of chocolate chips you had put on the roof had been the cause) your roof collapsed into the house and you let out a pained cry.

“NO MY HOUSE” you cried, as the roof collapsed and slaughtered all of your gingerbread people.

The two of you stood in silence for a few minutes.

Then, Jihyun, oh sweet Jihyun, started laughing. At first he tried to cover it up with his hands, but eventually he couldn’t hold it in anymore and laughed, hugging his stomach while bending over and sometimes looking up at you to see if you were actually mad.

“I’m...I’m so sorry Y/N, it’s just, hahahaha, it’s just- oh god! Was it the sprinkles??” He asked between fits of laughter.

You tried to glare at him, but eventually a smile formed on your face. “I do think it was the sprinkles..but Jihyun! You can’t laugh about this tragedy! All of them all dead!” You pouted . Jihyun gestured towards his house and gave you a small smile. “Why don’t we both work on mine then?”

“Really? You were doing such a great job and I might...I dunno screw it up?”

He shook his head. “Nonsense. Besides, your touch will make the house more special. Whatever you do will look like a masterpiece in my eyes. Except no sprinkles. Please.”

You blushed and chuckled as you walked closer to Jihyun and started working on his, no, your gingerbread house. It was something the two of you did together, and when you were done, you took a picture and sent it to the RFA. Then you decided to eat!

You were laying on the couch, holding each other.Jihyun was checking his phone and talking to the RFA members for the two of you, while you ate parts of the house and sometimes fed a few to V. It was calm, and beautiful. Until V let out a surprised gasp and you jumped, wondering what was wrong.

On his phone, you could see the picture that you had sent to the RFA of him bulding the gingerbread house. You couldn’t help but laugh at V’s expression, his eyes wide and his face all flustered. You only bopped his nose and said, “that’s what you get for being so adorable you beautiful man.”

To that, Jihyun blushed even more, but he smiled and told you it was fine. Although he would have liked to take a picture of you too later.

And so, a few hours passed, and the two of you made your way out into the balcony. You had one of those hanging chairs that you would always use, so V sat on it and then you quickly got on top of him and held him close. It was nighttime already, and the stars were beautiful.

Eventually V nuzzled his head on your neck, and whispered something.

“Jihyun....?” You asked.

Shyly, he looked up at you and nuzzled closer.

“I love you Y/N. I love you so much.” He said.

“I love you too Jihyun.” You smiled and kissed his forehead, but V shook his head.

“I just...I love you so much. You don’t understand how much you’ve changed me, how much you’ve helped me. I just want to thank you for everything. For being by my side, for...for actually loving me. I’m so lucky I get to be with someone like you, love. Sometimes I wonder how I got to meet someone as amazing as you, I don’t...I don’t deserve you, yet here you are, waking up by my side every morning. Thank you, Y/N, and merry christmas.”

You softly smiled and gently made V look up at you. “You silly little man. It’s me who should be thanking you. Jihyun...you deserve the best of the best, and I promise I will always work hard to give you whatever you want. You’ve also changed me, so much. And I’m so grateful that I’m with you. Thank you Jihyun. I’m glad I get to spend Christmas with you.”

And with that, you both kissed, and held each other, looking up at the stars and whispering words of love.

The end!

#mystic messenger #jihyun mysme #saeyoung choi #mysme #yoosung kim #jumin han #jaehee kang #saeran choi #choi bois #mysme zen

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lemonsandstrawberries · 5 years ago

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Lesson One

fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony), MCU, early relationship

summary: Steve already felt that dating Tony was more luck than he ever deserved, but one discovery about his boyfriend made him feel even luckier.

length: 1 586 words

a/n: just some loving, tickle fic for my Soobak! hope this fic will make you as happy as your feedback makes me ❤ !

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Lesson One

Steve Rogers was a man who didn't believe in something such as luck. Everything was a result of one's actions, a sum of good and bad deeds, which when added, created a person's destiny and lead him the way. Bad luck, good luck, it was all relative. Just there was one thing that made Steve happy, no matter the circumstances.

Dating Tony Stark made him happy.

Never in his life, he expected to be that lucky to be in a relationship with someone like Tony.

Tony was all sorts of great, under a layer of snappy remarks and ironic smiles, he was kind and warm-hearted, smart and generous and had the most beautiful, loving smile. Steve enjoyed their dating time, the shared meals and kisses and walks and discovering their bodies during long, heated evenings.

Each day, he was learning something new about Tony and something new about himself along the way.

And today, he learned something that made him really, really happy.

Maybe Tony a little less.

"Tony! Come back here!"

"Nope!"

"Come on! I promise to not do anything to you! … Too much…"

"Heard that!"

Steve only laughed, hearing the snappy answer. It was one of those evenings when cuddling went wrong and during holding his boyfriend in a loving embrace while watching a movie, Steve's fingers ventured low on Tony's tummy and squeezed the soft skin playfully. There was no hidden motive behind the action, and Steve didn't expect any results from it, but what he got, made his attention leave the imaginary world of Westeros and focus on the man in his lap. Muscles tensing. Stifled giggle. It was a too good opportunity to pass, so Steve continued, digging his fingers into the soft belly, curious what would happen and definitely not expecting that Tony would react so beautifully, high pitched laughter immediately falling from his lips, legs kicking rapidly in protest. It was sweet and made Steve smile and fill his heart with love. Of course, somewhere in the back of his head he did expect Tony to be ticklish, after all, not many people weren't, and everyone had at least a spot, where they were somehow remotely ticklish, but Tony seemed to be desperately and squirmingly ticklish, at least on his belly. Before Steve had a chance to explore other spots, Tony sprung up from the couch and started running, pretty much confirming Steve's suspicions, but there was no harm in making sure, right? After all, Tony was a man of science, he would understand the importance.

And so the chase began.

"Aw, come on, babe!" Steve play whined, spreading his arms, as he and Tony were circling around the table, "you don't want to cuddle with me?"

"Nope," Tony quickly denied, a nervous smile he couldn't possibly control, bright on his face and lightning his eyes, well knowing what his boyfriend meant by cuddling. He kept watching Steve, registering every move and ready to bolt when necessary.

"Ouch," Steve pressed both hands to his heart in a fake, dramatic gesture. "You wound me, Tony."

Tony, being the cruel person he was, just laughed. Steve narrowed his eyes at the reaction. Uh oh. Maybe it was a mistake to laugh.

It definitely was, as suddenly Steve jumped on the table, both feet handing heavily on the polished surface and then Tony saw long legs making their way towards him.

"What the hell-" Tony called in real shock, seeing the legs getting closer, "THAT'S CHEATING!" he yelled, stumbling backward, before resuming running. "And get off my table! Were you raised in woods or something?!" he yelled in outrage. While watching Steve make his way over the tops of cars during Avengers mission was something Tony found oddly mesmerizing and it made his heart beat faster, he didn't approve Steve defiling his property. It was a nice wooden table, sturdy and chopped from whole wood pieces. Not that plywood kind of thing that possibly couldn't survive in the Avengers Tower.

There was laughter behind his back and loud noise when Steve jumped back on the floor. Tony knew that Steve was perfectly capable of moving without any sound, and he was making it all on purpose just to make the chase a whole lot sweeter and watch Tony squirm.

"Shitshitshit," Tony chanted, his smile growing and the footsteps getting closer. He couldn't run anymore. Okay, he could, but he wasn't a fan of running. People invented cars for a reason.

Seemed that he didn't have to run anymore as arms wrapped around his waist and effortlessly picked him up, all without any warning and accompanied by Tony's undignified shriek.

"No!" Tony called, kicking away in the air.

"You really thought you can run away from me?" Steve asked, glee so hearable in his voice that it made Tony feel happy too. To further prove his point, Steve dropped him on the couch and into the pillows, quickly following and trying to pin his hands down. "That's lesson one for you - you can't outrun a super-soldier!"

"No!" Tony repeated himself, flailing his arms around and trying to wriggle out from beneath the said super-soldier. "You cheated! It doesn't count!"

"How did I cheat?"

"You can't just run on the table like that!"

"It is called strategy, Tony! And you-" ah, one hand caught, "are just a sore loser!"

"You are a loser!" Tony called, totally in a non-childish way, more insults getting lost in laughter, when Steve pinned his hand above his head, and spidered fingers over the exposed side experimentally. "HAHAHA! Nonono, stahahahap!" he made an honest attempt to stop his boyfriend and grabbed the tickling hand, but he couldn't match Steve in terms of strength and push him away.

Steve smiled, watching Tony squirming and a smile taking half of his face, nose scrunching up in that cute way he loved so much to see. Seemed that Steve was right. Time for more tests.

"And who is a loser now?" Steve asked in a playful sneer, hooking Tony's shirt halfway up and running quick fingers over the exposed skin.

"EEEH!" Tony shrieked, high pitched laughter ringing all around them. "Nohhahahaha! Come onn!" Tony protested, trying to turn on his side and using his free hand to push on Steve's chest.

"You have to bargain better if you want me to stop," Steve said sunnily, finding the jackpot and brushing fingers over the cutie outie belly button, one he didn't see and teased often enough and Steve made a mental note to fix his mistake. What happened, was definitely Steve's favorite moment. Tony's whole body jumped, high pitched giggling filling the whole room. Steve felt his heart swell with love for the ticklish man he was proud to call his boyfriend. The moment didn't last long and Tony quickly knocked Steve's hand, pressing his own to the middle of his stomach to protect the sensitive spot.

"Steve - hahahaha - please - plihihise -" Tony kept giggling, fingers softly brushing his stomach and sides, leaving tingly patterns. Steve nodded, liking this attitude better.

"I am listening," Steve smiled sweeter, waiting for Tony's offer.

"Gahahahahad," Tony's mind was melting. He couldn't decide what was worse - the rapid tickling, forcing him to struggle and clouding his mind with an overwhelming need to run that started this all, or this soft caress, making him shiver and unable to properly word or defend himself. He didn't remember when was the last time he was tickled like that, and almost forgot how good it felt to him when it was with the right person. It was somehow frightening to admit that he equally loved both scenarios and loved, even more, the man who delivered them.

"Okay, you can think about it for a while," Steve said generously, using a kind voice, "and I am just gonna tickle here," fingers digging into Tony's side and Tony's free hand immediately pressed to the skin there, "and tickle here," some brushing over his lower belly and Tony kicked in protest, "oh, and here is a free spot now too," and dammit, not over his belly button.

Tony laughed and giggled and didn't know what to do with himself, wherever his hand followed Steve's, it just left a different spot unprotected, one his boyfriend was quick to explore. From time to time, Tony caught the expression on Steve's face - soft and caring and almost admiring, as if Tony was something very precious. Tony felt so loved he was almost annoyed with himself.

"Pizza!" Tony called, running out of options and pressing a hand over his eyes, knowing that it was useless to struggle anymore. "Ordeheher any you wahahahant! I wihihihill pay!"

Steve laughed, softly spidering fingers over the quivering belly before he stopped completely. He leaned down and nuzzled into Tony's neck. "How can I say no to pizza night with my beloved?" he asked in a warm voice, enjoying the way Tony's skin became pink and glowing.

"Sappy," Tony muttered out, just because he didn't know any better how to respond to so much affection. Luckily, Steve knew, and moved his lips higher, brushing over the neck and jawline, until his lips found Tony's and he kissed him sweetly, Tony kissing back after a moment of hesitation, almost as unsure if he could do that.

Lesson learned and Steve decided the plan for the evening. Cuddling now, maybe some soft tickling in the meantime, because his boyfriend was too cute not to, and pizza later.

Lesson One - Tony Stark is ticklish and Steve Rogers is a fast runner.

#steve rogers #tony stark #stony #superhusbands #tony stark is ticklish #belly tickling #belly button tickling #tickle fic #fanfic #fanfiction

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Breaking The Law

Squares Filled: Cop AU for @spnaubingo / Neighbors for @spnkinkbingo / Thunderstorm for @spngenrebingo / Accidental Cuddling for @spnfluffbingo / First Kiss for BTZ Bingo

Warnings: Where do I start? Baking, Dean in uniform, incredibly horrible, daringly hilarious and completely inappropriate pick up lines, masturbation, dirty talk, use of a sex toy, use of handcuffs as restraints during sex, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, consensual role play, intentional law breaking. Crack, fluff, smut - what a package!

Summary: Y/N always bakes a pie for new folks when they move in to her quiet little Topeka neighborhood. When Dean Winchester moves in next door, she is in for a surprise. Her new, insanely hot neighbor is not what he appears and she formulates a plan to get what she wants.

Pairing: Cop!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 6333

Written for: @spngenrebingo @spnfluffbingo @spnkinkbingo @spnaubingo BTZ Bingo and @luci-in-trenchcoats who, over the course of a couple weeks said this: Hm, like obnoxiously fluffy lol. Maybe Dean meets the reader as a new neighbor or something and he doesn’t get a chance to say what he does for a living so she thinks he’s just this really nice guy always doing cute things around his house and with his family and then she finds out somehow he is one and is surprised because she thinks of him as super sweet Dean? Or you know, smutty cop Dean is always a safe bet too lol. Can’t go wrong with that. Dirty talk? Like because he’s so sweet that too is a bit of a shock.Maybe edging too? And then he’s as sweet as can be afterwards again? Michelle, I started writing and this is what came to me. I hope you love it! Even if it isn’t exactly what you asked for, I still think it’s pretty damn good! Thank you so much for the graphic! How you made this only knowing what squares I was filling boggles my mind!

Beta’d by: @hannahindie, my support beam and enabler, who had this to say: ‘Hahahaha yes. And yes...I am howling...Oh good lord almighty I’m gonna die...I think I blacked out.’ Han, thank you!

A/N: So when I got this request, I set out on a mission and google’d my little heart out. This is not the smuttiest, but it is definitely the funniest thing I have ever written. Enjoy!

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Ringing the doorbell, Y/N stood on the front porch of her new neighbor’s house. It was a sultry evening and with the fresh baked pie in her hands, still warm from the oven, she was starting to sweat. “Dammit, just answer the damn door already!” She cursed under her breath just as the door swung open, a cool breeze hitting her in the face.

“Oh Christ that feels good!” Y/N exclaimed, pushing the pie into his hands as she walked through his front door, lifting the hair off her neck and fanning herself. Only slightly cooler than when he opened the door, she turned to him. “Welcome to the neighborhood!”

“Thank you?” He replied, looking at her with a confused look on his face. That is when she finally got a good look at him in person and not through the dusty windows in her kitchen.

“Damn! You’re a handsome one aren’t you?” she whistled, giving him a once over. “Sorry! Where are my manners! I’m Y/N Y/L/N, your neighbor.”

He shifted the pie to one hand and held his right out to her. “Dean Winchester. Nice to meet you, Y/N. Did you make me a pie?” He looked down to the glass dish in his hands.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Romeo. I’m a baker. It’s what I do. I bake the best pies in the county. I always bake a pie for someone when they move into the neighborhood,” she rolled her eyes and walked further into the house, without even a glance back at him. “Looks nicer than when Mr. McGregor lived here.”

“Well, from what I heard from my realtor, Mr. McGregor was ninety, a bit senile and a hoarder,” he chuckled.

“Yeah, but he liked my pie,” she smiled, remembering the sweet old man that had passed a few months earlier.

“Oh I bet he did,” Dean muttered, not taking his eyes off her ass as she walked toward the kitchen. Not that he minded a beautiful woman in his house, but this was a bit odd. He followed her, placing the pie on the counter.

“What did you say?” she turned around to face him.

“I said, I bet he did. This smells delicious! Apple?” He changed the subject and bent down to get a good whiff of the spicy goodness he couldn't wait to dig into.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought you said!” She laughed. “Well, I am sorry for barging in here like that on your first day in the new place. It was just getting so damn hot out there and with the warm pie, I was sweating like a whore in church! I better get out of your hair and let you settle in.”

He burst out laughing. “Oh my god! I haven’t heard that in forever!”

“Things old folks say, right?” She giggled, a hand over her mouth. “Anyway, nice meeting you Dean. I’m just that way if you need anything.” She pointed to her house and made her way for the front door.

“Thank you for the pie, Y/N. I’ll get the plate back to you tomorrow,” Dean walked her to the door.

“No hurry, just bring it back when you’re done. It should keep for the week just fine if you refrigerate it,” she informed him.

“Oh that won’t be necessary because it won’t last long. Pie is my favorite thing and I will probably have it finished by lunch tomorrow,” he told her.

“Well, then. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow. Bye, Romeo,” she winked and walked out his front door.

“Holy hell! That’s the hottest guy I have ever met!” She shut her front door, leaning against the cool surface. “I’d only kick him out of bed to fuck him on the floor!”

“Fuck! She is the hottest chick ever,” Dean mumbled as he grabbed a fork and dug into the pie she made. “And she can bake pie? I gotta get me some of that.”

The next day, Y/N was busy baking away in her kitchen and trying to keep cool from the sweltering heat. Turning her trusty fan up a notch, she heard a knock on the door. As she approached the front, she could see a very tall, very built silhouette on her front porch. She turned the knob and opened the front door to a very sweaty Dean Winchester, her unfairly hot new neighbor. She stood there for a moment, checking him out.

“Do you work for UPS? Because I am pretty sure I just caught you checking out my package,” he asked, his deep voice rumbling through her body like an earthquake.

“Are you a sprinkler? Because you’re making me all wet,” she murmured in response, not even caring that Dean caught her checking him out and and damn did she like what she saw. “Well come in already! It’s fucking hot enough without you standing there, letting all the cool out!”

Dean’s jaw dropped an inch or two and he didn’t try to hide the fact that he was giving her the twice over. He had never met a girl so bold before and it made him bolder in return.

“Your pie was fucking delicious. I could eat that shit all night long,” he admitted, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, his eyes darting from her eyes to her mouth to her tits and back to her mouth.

“Oh yeah? What’s your favorite flavor Romeo?” she cooed, turning her back to him and slinking back to her kitchen.

“Whatever’s on the menu, Sweetheart,” Dean got a good long look at her ass as she opened the oven and removed the two freshly baked pies.

“Do you have a shovel? ’Cause I’m digging that ass!” He gave a hum of appreciation and continued to stare are her.

“Pretty awful pick up lines we got, huh?” she laughed.

“Yeah, they’re not the greatest, but it’s a good time!” He agreed.

She grabbed two beers out of her fridge and handed one to him. “So Dean, tell me a bit about yourself.”

“Uhh, I’m gainfully employed. I’ve got a brother, Sammy. He is an attorney in KC. My mom still lives in Lawrence in the house we grew up in. I have dinner with her every Sunday. My dad, uh, he died a few years ago,” Dean took a long pull off his beer.

“I’m sorry, Dean,” she smiled warmly, laying her hand on his arm.

“You know, he lived a good life. He loved us and he was proud of us. That’s all I need,” Dean shrugged. “But, you...you’re a baker. Like is that your career?” His deep green eyes lit up.

“No, not officially, not yet. Right now, I just bake as a hobby and I do some small time catering,” she replied. “I am saving up to open my own place. I have a responsible, adult job with medical coverage and a ton of vacation. I am kinda liking my gig right now.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean. I have held the same job for fifteen years and I love it. I get paid well to do what I love and the time off isn’t bad. I am dreading going back to work in a few days though,” he sighed, finishing the beer. “Thanks for the beer, Y/N. What time can I expect that pie delivery?”

“Oh, you think I deliver free of charge more than once?” she winked.

“I already told you I get paid well,” he winked back. His pink tongue darted out, licking his lips.

“You know, we could always just skip the niceties, go upstairs to my bed and do all the things I’m going to tell my girlfriends we did anyways,” she stepped closer to him, keeping her eyes locked on his.

He chuckled.

“What’s so funny, Romeo?” She was so close to him now, she could the heat radiating off him.

“Oh nothing. I was going to tell you a joke about my dick, but it’s too long,” he quipped. “Have a nice day, Y/N.” He turned and was out her front door before she could even respond.

It’s not that Y/N had never met a man as attractive as Dean before. It was that she had never met a man that attractive with a job and a sense of humor. He had values. He cared about his family. He had dinner with his mom every week and she could tell the way he talked about his brother that he loved him and was proud of him. So yeah, she had never met a man as attractive as Dean, and it wasn’t all about the looks.

She did not deliver a pie that evening. She stared at it on her kitchen island. Well, when she wasn’t staring at Dean. He was bent over the front of his car, his ass on full display, tinkering with something under the hood. She literally could stare at that ass for hours. And she mostly did, until it started getting dark. Then it just felt creepy watching him with the lights off. So she slipped on a pair of flip flops, grabbed the god damned pie and stomped over to his house.

He was still playing with that car when she reached his driveway. The muscles in his back flexing under the thin, damp cotton shirt. The flood lights illuminating every curve and dip as he worked. She admired his back side, before she made her presence known. “Are you butt dialing me right now Winchester? ‘Cause I swear that ass is calling me.”

He jerked upright so fast, he hit his head on the underside of the hood. “Son of bitch!”

“Oh my god, Dean! I am so sorry!” she placed the pie on the steps of his porch before rushing to his side. “Just let me take a look.”

“No! It’s fine!” he protested, still holding the back of his head.

“I’m sorry,” she repeated. “I brought a peace offering...pecan?” She pointed to the pie on the stairs.

“Did you say pecan?” He asked.

“I did say pecan,” she replied.

“Damn sweetheart, that’s one of my favorites,” he winked and turned to grab the pie. “I like a woman that can bake. You know what else I like in a woman? My dick. Come on in.”

“Ha! As much fun as that sounds, I’ve already got plans,” she turned to leave. “Enjoy my pie, Dean and remember my name. You’ll be screaming it later.” She licked her lips and sauntered back to her front door, swinging her hips more than necessary.

Y/N lied about her plans for the evening, but Dean didn’t need to know what she was really doing. As hot as it was outside and as hot as Dean was making her on the inside, she hurried up to her room and stripped out of her sweaty clothes. She turned the ceiling fan on high, and pulled out her favorite toy.

Armed with only silicone, batteries, and the image of Dean, sweaty and covered in grease, stuck in her head, she played out her fantasies of him until she was too weak to move. Buck naked, she rolled over and slept peacefully for the first time since this heat wave hit.

Dean sat under the shower head, the cool water spraying over his tired muscles. He couldn’t get Y/N out of his mind. The way she unapologetically gives as good as she gets. That was the thing on his mind...giving it to her, hard and fast. His hand wandered to his dick. It was twitching at the mere thought of her. He gave it a squeeze, but knew it wouldn’t help. Dean stroked himself to full hardness, picturing Y/N. If he didn’t feel so relieved by his release, he would be embarrassed by how fast he came, like a fucking teenager. She was right about two things now. Her pie was out of this world and he came screaming her name.

She stayed away for a couple days to give her mind and hormones a rest, but she still couldn’t get Dean out of her mind. She caught glimpses of him every now then, but did her best to stay put, enjoying the last few days of her vacation.

She stepped outside one morning, the air cooler than it had been in more than a week. She decided it would be a good day to walk to the market and gather the supplies she needed for the large birthday party she was catering in a few days.

With her wagon full of fresh ingredients, she walked down the street toward home. She felt better since the weather had cooled down some and was looking forward to getting her baking done. She whistled as she approached the corner, waving to the mailman when she noticed a squad car parked in Dean’s driveway. His car wasn’t there, but she should’ve seen it coming. She knew he was too good to be true. She cursed herself for letting herself think the best of him. She put her head down and walked right on past to her own drive.

“Hey, Y/N! Wait up!” A familiar, deep voice called out to her.

She whipped her head up and saw Dean rushing toward her, a pie plate in his hands. He was wearing a Topeka Police Department uniform, complete with the utility belt holding a gun, taser, baton, and handcuffs.

“Sweetheart, you’re gonna catch flies if you keep that pretty mouth open any longer,” he laughed.

“You know, that uniform looks great on you,” she composed herself and licked her lips. “It would look even better on my bedroom floor.”

“Wow, I - uh…” Dean stammered, rubbing his free hand over the back of his neck nervously.

“Speechless, Winchester? I’m surprised,” she smiled coyly.

“Oh no, not at all. I just wanted to thank you for the pie. It was incredible. And when you decide to open that bakery, let me know if you want to add ‘impeccable gag reflex’ to your resume,” Dean smirked, handing her the pie plate and walking home.

She stood and watched as he opened the door and slid back into his cruiser. He gave her a wave and sped off down the street in the opposite direction. “I thought he was a mechanic!”

Y/N spent the entire afternoon baking, icing and baking some more. She had cakes, cupcakes, and cake pops. Her first floor looked like a birthday party vomited everywhere, but she didn't care. She was formulating a plan. Now, she just needed to put it into action.

She waited until she heard Dean’s car pull into his driveway. She had showered the icing out of her hair and even put on a little makeup and painted her toenails. She dressed in her shortest cutoffs and a tight tank top and slipped on a pair of heeled sandals. She placed a few mini pies on a platter and gracefully walked over to Dean’s front door.

Without knocking, she opened the door wide and slammed it shut behind her. She counted to five, but only made it to three before Dean ran down the stairs in nothing but black socks and matching black boxers, his gun drawn. “What the hell are you doing, Y/N? I could have shot you! You don’t just walk into someone’s house like that! Especially a house that belongs to a cop!”

“Oh hi Dean!” She chirped. “I just wanted to bring you some pies. I’m sorry. Am I trespassing?” She bit her bottom lip and popped one hip out.

“What?” he answered perplexed.

“I’m sorry? Are you questioning the pies or trespassing?” She walked into his kitchen and dropped the platter on the table.

“Pies or trespassing? Are you drunk?” Dean took the last few steps, coming to a stop at the door as she walked past him, putting her hand on the knob.

“Oops! Sorry,” she giggled and walked out.

Dean locked the door and leaned against it, letting his head hang down. That is when he noticed for the first time that he was just in his socks and underwear. And sporting a tent in his boxers. “What’s a nice girl like her doing in a dirty mind like mine?”

The next day, Dean went home for lunch to find Y/N laying out in her front yard. She was wearing a skimpy kelly green bikini and...was she spitting? He took a few steps to the edge of his lawn. Sure enough she was spitting on the sidewalk. What the hell? He shook his head and walked back home. He let himself in, remembering to lock the door this time, although he was sure he wouldn’t mind her trespassing wearing just those two slips of spandex she called a bathing suit.

Later that evening, Dean was sitting on his sofa, a beer in one hand and the remote in the other. He was watching the last inning of the Royals game against the Twins. He heard what sounded like singing coming from the street. He put the beer down and moved to his front window. Pulling the curtain back a little, he opened the window to listen, and watched for a couple minutes trying to figure out what the hell she was doing.

Y/N was riding a bicycle in those too short shorts and flip flops. She was singing the Alphabet Song. Now, Dean couldn’t deny she was the hottest thing he had seen in his entire life, but he was beginning to think she just might be bat shit crazy. He made a mental note to run a background on her before his shift the next day.

Dean woke earlier than normal the next day, showered and dressed and was out the door in record time. He sat down at his desk and pulled her report. There was nothing. She was clean, like squeaky clean. She didn’t even have a speeding ticket on her record. He just sat there and shook his head, not knowing what he was going to do about the hot and crazy neighbor chick. He wanted nothing more than to fuck her sane.

Each night for a week solid, Y/N rode her bike, or walked, up and down the block singing that damn children’s song. He decided then and there if he ever had kids, they were learning their ABC’s some other way because if he heard that fucking song one more time he was sure he just might shoot her.

He avoided her for the next week or two. He still saw her out in her yard. She would sing some nights and was still oddly spitting on the sidewalk. He missed their dirty banter and her pie. Maybe he should try to talk to her. Maybe she just needed a friend.

Dean walked over to her house with a six pack of beer. He stood on her front porch waiting for her to answer and just as he was about to go back home, the door opened. She greeted him warmly.

“Hey Dean, come on in,” she swung the door open so he could follow her.

“What is that smell? It smells like heaven!” Dean breathed deeply through his nose and closed his eyes.

“That is an order for Saturday. I am catering a police retirement party,” she commented, waving her hand over the dozens of baked goods in her kitchen.

“You’re the lady Bobby and Ellen have been raving about?” Dean marveled.

“I make more than just pie, Dean!” She told him, throwing a pinch of flour in his direction.

“Hey! Be nice,” Dean ducked, avoiding the mess. He grabbed a beer and handed her one. “So, do you usually socialize when you go to these parties?”

“No, they’re my clients, not my friends. Well, except for Bobby and Ellen. I worked with Ellen years ago and she was what I needed when my mother died. They’re like family,” she shrugged, cracking a few eggs into the bowl.

“Well, since you put it that way, would you like to come with me?” Dean asked. “I’ll be there, too. Bobby’s been like a father to me and my mentor since I was in the Academy.”

“Dean, I’m already going, besides, I will have work to do. I don’t just get to hang out all night like you do,” she replied, whisking the cake batter.

“Well, what if I help? That way, you have less to do and more time to spend with your extended family?” Dean offered. “And me.”

“We’ll see, Winchester. Now, if you’re not helping, you’re just in the way!” She poured the batter into a waiting pan and popped it in the oven.

“I’ll just be in your way,” Dean made a move to leave, but stopped. “I’ll see you Saturday, Y/N.” He gave her a wink and showed himself out.

“Hey Bobby!” Dean called out to the retiring chief. “I didn’t know you knew my neighbor, Y/N.”

“Oh yeah. She and the wife go way back,” Bobby commented, taking a sip of his coffee. “Don’t even think it boy. I’ll whoop you.”

“I can’t deny I feel something for her, Chief. But I think she might be a little ‘One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest’, if you know what I mean,” Dean relayed, his finger turning circles at his temple.

“She ain’t crazy boy, unless she’s into you,” Bobby chuckled. “She’s a sweet girl with a good head on her shoulders and is close to opening her own bakery.”

“Bobby! She rides up and down the block on her bicycle, singing the fucking ABC’s! She spits on the sidewalk for fuck sake! You know who does that? Crazy people!” Dean was shouting now.

“Oh boy, she got it bad. I gotta go call the wife,” Bobby walked away.

“What are you talking about, Chief?” Dean stepped in front of him, blocking his path back to his office.

“You ever looked up old laws that just never got gone?” Bobby asked him pointedly and Dean shook his head. “Just look ‘em up. Don’t be late to my party and remember I like Johnny Walker Blue.”

Dean was driving home from the retirement party behind Y/N’s delivery van. He kept replaying the night in his head. He also kept thinking about what he had found out the other day. Y/N wasn’t crazy, she was trying to tell him something. Now he just needed to get her to admit it.

He pulled into his driveway and hopped out of his car. “I’m gonna change quick, then I’ll help you bring in the rest, okay?” He called out to Y/N as she opened the back of her van.

“No problem. I’ll leave the door open, just let yourself in,” she called back, carrying a few trays in the house with her. A crack of thunder sounded above her and she rushed for the door. If she hurried, she could get them in before the storm started.

Dean quickly took off his jeans and button down and changed his clothes. He gave his teeth a good brush, then walked back out his front door, locking up behind him. Lightning had joined the thunder and the sky lit up as he made his way to Y/N’s front door.

He stepped up onto the porch and pounded loudly on the door. “Miss Y/L/N!”

“Dean, I told you to let yourself in!” she reminded him as she opened the door. Her jaw hit the floor as she took in his change of attire. “Wha-what are you doing, Dean?”

“Well, Miss Y/L/N, we’ve been getting complaints in recent weeks and decided it was time to look into it before it became a big problem,” Dean stood with his hands on his belt and his voice carried an air of authority. The sky opened up and the rain pelted down.

Y/N involuntary pressed her legs together. She could already feel the wetness in her panties just from looking at him. “I’m sorry, Officer…”

“Winchester, ma’am,” Dean nodded, not breaking character.

“I’m sorry, Officer Winchester. What complaints are you talking about?” She asked, batting her eyelashes. This was it, she thought.

“One of your neighbors said you’ve been spitting on the sidewalk. And not only is it unfitting of a lady like yourself, it’s also against the law, Miss,” Dean took a step forward, breaching the threshold.

“I’m so sorry, Officer,” she cooed, looking up at him. Even as he took another step closer, she didn’t back up like he expected.

“You’ve also been singing the Alphabet Song at night,” Dean added to her list of complaints.

“I love to sing, Officer Winchester,” she smiled. “I didn’t know singing was against the law.”

“And you entered the home of a law enforcement officer without proper permission. Miss Y/L/N, that is trespassing,” Dean took one more step, closing the gap between them. His uniformed figure just inches from her. She ran her eyes up and down.

“But we’re neighbors, Officer Winchester,” she looked back up at him. “And I brought him pie. He likes my pie.”

“That’s not the point, Miss Y/L/N. You’ve been carrying on with illegal activities for days and I’m here to put an end to it,” Dean reached behind his back for his cuffs. “Unless we can come to some kind of arrangement…”

“Oh Officer Winchester, what kind of arrangement?” Y/N queried, her voice breathy as her lips parted. “I have pie.”

“Oh Miss Y/L/N, I’m not sure pie will be enough to get you out of this predicament,” Dean grabbed her wrist and unfolded the cuffs. He pressed the cold metal to her heated skin.

“If you show me what I can do to get out of this, I promise I’ll learn my lesson, Officer Winchester,” she panted, holding her wrists out for him. “Surely a big strong man like yourself can show me.”

“Oh, I can show you alright, Miss Y/L/N,” Dean slapped the cuffs on one wrist, then the other and led her through the house back to her kitchen. “This looks like it’ll do.”

Dean pushed her forward over the island, her cuffed wrists in front of her. He pressed into her back as he leaned over her. “You ready for your lesson, Miss Y/L/N?” He breath was hot and heavy in her ear.

“Yes!” She shouted. “Officer Winchester, is that a weapon in your pants?”

“Oh sweetheart, I am armed and dangerous,” he growled. He let go of her and walked around the front of the island. It was narrow enough that her hands her hanging over the edge. He uncuffed one of her wrists, wrapped the cuff around the silver handle and recuffed her.

“Oh my god, Dean,” she moaned as a gush of wetness left her throbbing pussy.

“That’s Officer Winchester, Miss Y/L/N,” he corrected her as he walked around the other side of the island, coming to a stop behind her. He undid his utility belt, letting it crash loudly to the floor due to its weight.

She heard the rustling of fabric and the metal of his zipper and swore her pussy was leaking like a sieve. She felt two strong hands on her back as they trailed down her spine and across the swell of her ass up in the air. The touching didn’t stop there. His hands moved over her cheeks and down her thighs until he reached the bottom of her skirt.

A cool breeze blew across the backs of her legs as Dean pulled up the back of her skirt. He whistled low as he admired her backside.

“Christ sweetheart! This all for me? You’re so wet, it’s dripping through your panties,” Dean breathed out heavily. She felt his breath against her thighs and spread them for him as much as she could in her position.

“I do love a man in uniform Officer Winchester. It just turns me on so much, I could come just from you talking to me and wearing that,” she panted, looking at him over her shoulder.

“Fuck,” he whispered. His fingers hooked into the sides of her panties, pulling them down and over the cute little boots she had on. “I can smell you. You smell just as good as those pies you’ve been making me. Now I want to taste your pie.”

Her moans increased as he buried his face in her wanting pussy from behind. At the first drag of his tongue against her sodden hole, she screamed out in pleasure. “Dean!”

“Sweetheart, do you know why they call me the cat whisperer? ‘Cause I know just what your pussy needs,” he licked, his tongue breaching her and sending her into her first orgasm. “Wow. That’s impressive.”

“I told you,” she mumbled against her arm. Her legs were trembling already and he had barely touched her.

“Well, I better try harder,” Dean announced. He walked back around and uncuffed her. He flipped her over and lifted her onto the counter. “Such a beautiful fucking pussy and I’m gonna wreck it.”

His tongue darted out over her outer lips as he slipped two fingers inside her easily. She was tight, but so wet and dripping for him. He pumped gently at first, exploring her both inside and out. Her moans were louder as he flicked her clit from his left and her hips bucked off the counter as he did it over and over. As he circled her swollen nub, he finally reached that sweet spot inside her with his fingers and within no time at all, she was coming again.

“Fuck, Dean! Oh my God!” she cried.

“Fuck me,” Dean panted, his cock hard in his pants.

“Upstairs, now!” Y/N sat up, her pussy dripping all over her counter and down her thighs.

Dean picked her up in one move and took the stairs two at a time.

“Last door on the left,” she pointed and he opened the door. He set her down gently on the bed then stripped out of his pants.

“God, I wanna fuck you so bad,” Dean confessed, his eyes never leaving hers as she slipped off her boots and skirt, wearing only a sleeveless blouse.

“Oh Officer Winchester, you have got a dirty mouth on you,” she tsked, running her hands up her body, stopping to play with her breasts.

“Miss Y/L/N, I’m afraid I do,” Dean agreed. He moved toward her. She opened her legs invitingly as he reached the edge of the bed. “I’m still new here, and I’m not stopping until your legs are shaking and all the neighbors know my name.”

“Dean, I’ve been waiting for this for so long,” she breathed.

“I’m going to make you feel so good,” Dean promised, as he removed his pants. She reached up and started unbuttoning his shirt.

“You already have. Please let me,” she reached for his boxers and slipped her slender fingers in the waistband,

“I can’t wait, Y/N. I’ve been dying to get inside that pussy for weeks. Please, there’ll be time for that later,” Dean was on his knees, shrugging out of his uniform shirt.

Y/N pulled her blouse over her head, revealing her lace and satin covered breasts to him. He swallowed loudly and got up off his knees. He picked her up under her arms and moved her to the top of the bed, before settling over top of her, bracing himself on his elbows.

Their eyes met and he crashed his lips to hers. The kiss was soft, but wanting. Dean’s lips were softer than she expected, but firm as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss. Her mouth parted and she slipped between his lips, her tongue seeking his. “Dean.”

“Y/N, you have no idea what you do to me, do you?” Dean murmured, his lips trailing across her jawline.

“I have an idea. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since that first night. And then there was all the flirting and fuck, I’ve never wanted someone so badly in my life,” she panted between the kisses he bestowed on her. His lips moved further down her neck.

“You make me so hard.”

“I’m so wet for you Dean.”

“Oh Christ.”

Dean’s lips wandered over her collarbone, stopping at the swell of her breast. He reached behind her with one hand and flicked open the clasp. His lips moved to her shoulder, slipping the strap down slowly as he edged on the thunderstorm brewing inside of her. He moved to the other side, mimicking his movements until she was bared to him.

“You’re ravishing,” Dean professed, his eyes roaming her bare body laid out before him.

“Dean, baby, fuck me, please,” she pleaded with him. Her hands moved to his boxers, slipping them down over his hips. She used her feet to remove them, until he too, was bare.

“Yes, God yes,” Dean moved back over her, one hand guiding his cock toward her entrance, but stopped. “Fuck! Condom? I didn’t bring my wallet. I’m sorry.”

“Dresser, top drawer,” she heaved, so close to where she wanted him.

Dean bolted from the bed, ripping open the top drawer of her dresser. It took him no time at all to find what he was looking for and he tore open the package, rolling the rubber over his dick. He was back in her bed and where he really wanted to be.

“You ready for me sweetheart?” Dean looked into her eyes and she nodded. He held her gaze as he slowly pushed inside her wanting hole. “God, you’re so fucking tight!”

She moaned as he finally bottomed out inside of her. “I love the way you fill me up, Dean. Like my pussy was made for you.”

Dean pulled out and pushed back in faster and faster with each pass, growling with intensity. “I’m gonna make this pussy mine.”

“It’s yours Dean, take it!” she sobbed as the storm raged on inside her. With the two orgasms he had already given her, she knew it wouldn’t take her long to reach that edge again.

“Fuck, Y/N! You feel so good,” Dean grunted, his pace increasing as he pounded into her. “Gonna wreck this perfect pussy.”

“Oh my god Dean! I-I’m gonna come. Ohhhhhhhhhh!” her pretty little mouth froze in a perfect o shape, the scream forced out of her under Dean’s thrusts.

“I’m right there, God you feel so good,” Dean groaned as he pulled her leg up to change the angle. He carried her through her release, her walls clenching around him as he found his own. He gave one final pump, stiffening and stilling inside her as he filled the condom. “Fuck.”

After they had given themselves a few moments of rest, Dean rose from the bed, and returned with a warm towel. He cleaned them both up, then crawled into the bed next to her. They were both laying on their backs, staring up at the ceiling.

“I was wondering how long it would take you. How long I would have to sing that stupid fucking song,” she turned her head to look at him.

“It took me a while to figure it out. It was actually Bobby that clued me in. I just thought you were all ‘Girl Interrupted,’ Dean admitted.

“I don’t know what it is about a man in uniform, but it literally does things to me. I can’t explain it,” she confessed.

“I’m sorry about earlier...you know, if I was a little rough with you,” Dean turned to his side, facing her.

“I kinda liked it, Dean. What would you say if I said I was thinking about installing a new bathtub?” she smiled at him.

“I would have to cuff you and read you your rights, Miss Y/L/N,” Dean leaned in and kissed her deeply.

She pulled away for a breath, looking into those deep emerald eyes. “Think we can have a snowball fight this winter?”

“You’re nothing but trouble woman,” Dean laughed. “I should probably get going.”

“You don’t have to leave, you know,” she placed a hand on his arm.

The sun broke through the flimsy curtains in Y/N’s bedroom, filling the room with the bright orange and gold of the sunrise. Dean stirred, burying his head in the pillow, away form the sunlight. The pillow moved, feeling silky under his stubbled cheek. And it smelled of vanilla. “Shit! I’m so sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean-”

“Dean, relax, it’s okay. I’m a bit of a cuddler myself. But I should probably ask...post-coital-cuddle-by-accident isn’t against some strange Topeka law is it?” she giggled, wrapping her arm around his waist, she felt his morning wood press into her thigh.

“No, no it isn’t,” Dean breathed in her scent as he pulled her into him.

“Damn, I guess I’m going to have to start breaking real laws now,” she pressed a kiss to his chin.

“I don’t want to have to arrest you for real. How about if I just show up in uniform once a week to take the edge off?” Dean offered.

“What about the other six nights? Can you take the edge off those, too?” She asked.

“I think we can come to some type of arrangement,” Dean agreed, his hips rutting against her.

“I think I’m going to order that new bathtub...the corner one. That’s big enough for two,” she breathed out as his fingers found her core.

“I think I should probably invest in some new cuffs,” Dean claimed her lips with his. They had plenty of time to come up with some type of arrangement.

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seekingthestars · 5 years ago

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sarah watches the untamed: liveblogging adventures, part twenty three episode 42

(aka: we’re going on a musical adventure)

alright we’re working on three hours of sleep and two kind-of-an-hour-ish naps so let’s see how loopy we get for this, shall we? LET’S GOOOOOOOOOO

episode 42:

dimples.......i am so disappointed in you.........

you know what, that lan clan defector guy, su she, he’s obnoxious

okay so like yeah you can get away with explaining wifey’s presence by saying you share possessions or whatever but?? how’re you gonna explain when she doesn’t respond to people??????

HEAD GONE????

wen ruohan dagger.......

WIFEY WOKE UP

OH DANG SHE STABBED HERSELF WITH THE DAGGER

i mean i suppose he’s honed it over years of BETRAYAL but meng yao’s putting on a good act

oh snap jiang cheng and huaisang are here!

HUAISANG COLLAPSED ;n; poor baby :(((((( i still wanna give him a million hugs ;;;;;;

wangji leaping forward the SECOND meng yao pulled out his sword, boy’s reflexes are on POINT

WUXIAN GRABBED HIS SWORD YAS BOY oh wait

ahhh yes there we go, the explanation on how mo xuanyu figured out how to bring wwx back

now THAT’S a loyal sword, sealing itself so no one else could use it bc it was wwx’s and, dang it, no one else’s. good sword <3

GRAB THE ARM AND FLY AWAYYYY

wuxian pushing wangji away when they get trapped on the stairs bc he doesn’t want him involved and hurt ;;

the mask is off the mask is off :O

WANGJI SAYING HE ALREADY KNEW IT WAS WUXIAN AND DRAWING HIS SWORD TO STAND BY HIM AND HELP UGH I LOVE

“The feeling of sticking to the single-log bridge until it’s dark is indeed not bad.” ;AAAAAAAA; HIS TINY BABY SMILE ;AAAAAAAAAA;

Just having a moment on the middle of the stairs surrounded by people who wanna stab you but like tbh i’m all here for it, this is GOOD CONTENT

JIN LING NO DON’T GET INVOLVED MY LITTLE BEAN

huaisang gripping his fan ;;

JIN LING NOOOOOO

the veins in his neck omg

“you’re the only one standing by me” and we’re all emotional about it, thanks

wow okay the way wangji just stood up like that, like straight from seated to standing without moving his arms or anything in one nice fluid movement, i am in no way that graceful nor will i ever be

“What if your brother finds out?!” “I have found out already.” LOLLLL XICHEN, just eavesdropping by the door, waiting for the perfect moment and he found it, bless

this hurts me bc i love xichen and he’s so adamant about how he trusts meng yao (look i will never use his new name at this point) but i KNOW the dimples are full of betrayal I JUST WATCHED A WHOLE EPISODE ABOUT HOW MUCH BETRAYAL THEY HOLD

gettin’ down to the facts about the musical issues

sorry these liveblogs have started to get very off topic bc this is not at all what this scene is about but look!!! at how cute!!!! wuxian looks!!!!! in just the black pants and white shirt!!!!! standing there playing his flute!!!!!! small cute boy!!!!!!!!

OHHHH secret room in the library!!

GAH the episodes always cut out RIGHT when they’re in the middle of discovery so now i wanna watch more

also even if i don’t necessarily always watch the ending credits, i almost always let them play and listen to them bc i just love that song hahahaha

omg okay i was taking a break for a second and someone i follow on twitter posted this image about something else but the first thing that popped into my head was Stairs Scene bc Wuxian’s like “Lan Zhan, pls, go away and don’t fight the thing, you don’t need to be in this mess.” and Wangji immediately fights the thing

(on the whole, though, it feels very Wuxian-esque XDD)

okay second update the plan was to watch at least two episodes tonight, i had every intention to, but my eyes started to hurt again so i put my head down and closed my eyes for a second and ended up kinda...falling asleep for a brief minute so........i think i should go to bed.

#sarah watches the untamed #sarah watches #i think i go off-topic more when i'm really tired lol #but who knows #i'm all over the place most of the time anyway XD

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ryncorrect · 6 years ago

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university!au: day6 jae

following my uni!au with young k (idk how to link my own post asbajdnskmd im Dumb) so here another one with jae lol i think im gonna make one for each one of them buttttttt no promise bc my brain works in a very mysterious way LOL

anyway leggo

warning: this is lame lmaooooo

name: park jaehyung / jae

major: politic science

other activities: guitarist (and sometimes vocalist) of university band, member of music club, founder and leader of LOL SQUAD

everyone knows that tall skinny guitarist of the band i mean he’s hard to ignore tbh

he always wears loose T-shirt, ripped jeans, a cap that he puts backward, and round big specs to campus

professors hate his ripped jeans but can’t really say anything because oh well style doesn’t define someone’s grades and boy, does this kid actually get some braincells in him

well i mean at least he never fails his classes

he has this giant LOLSQUAD badge on his backpack because he’s proud af of his title as the club founder and leader

he actually started that club so he could to brag about his gaming skill to everyone who wanted to listen but he ends up getting his ass handed to him every single time they play together smh

if he’s not in class or hanging out with his game buddies, he can be seen following that Popular Student™ kang younghyun or as jae prefers to call him, “brian” or “brIBRI” because they both joined music club and are in the band

yes yes he’s well known and easy to spot

but…

“jae? park jaehyung?? who???”

everyone refers to him as “that foreigner student”, “the American guy” or “the gamer guy”, or my favorite: “chicken little”

i will never let that joke die im sorry but seriously he looks like chicken when he plays his guitar on the stage don’t @ me

there are only like 5 students in the whole university who know his actual name

anyways in this scenario you’ve always been interested in playing guitar but haven’t gotten a chance to learn and your friend kim wonpil invites you to join music club so you’ll have friends to practice with

“you know our jaehyungie, right? he’s really chill, you’ll get along well with him!!”

deep inside you’re like

who the heck is jaehyung

but wonpil is so excited to have you there so the next week you come to the club meeting

you introduce yourself to everyone and finally you meet him

“ohmygod the chicken little!!”

“whO THE HECK ARE YOU CALLING THAT”

“sorry- i mean the chicken guitarist- wait no-”

he glares at you, you laugh instead

scaring the new member challenge: failed

but yeah you’d seen him performing before and honestly you almost decided to become his fan

a l m o s t

at first he (jokingly) refuses to teach you guitar because you called him chicken little

and since then you keep calling him that just to mess with him

“hi chicken little”

“what’s poppin chicken little”

“why do you look so flustered, chicken little? do i make you nervous??”

he turns red chicken little is now an angry bird “gO AWAY NEWBIE YOU’RE SO ANNOYING”

jae’s a foreigner but he speaks fluent korean

he tells you that even though he was born and grew up in america he always speaks the language with his parents

but of course since he lives abroad there are lots of words or slang he doesn’t know, so you gotta be an ass and slip some difficult words when you speak to him

he gets his revenge by replying to you in english

whenever you two are having an argument (usually over stupid things) everyone in the club suddenly gets headache

wtf they’re not even making any sense

besides music, jae is the most excited when talking about LOL or social topics because well his major

honestly idk much about politic science so cmiimw

one time someone asks for his opinion about social welfare and he ends up starting a sudden debate session with the said person about social welfare programs in south korea and america and the difference between both countries

you mention human rights and he sNAPS

i mean he gives a full 15 mins speech about it

“yknow what im sayin?”

“dude… i honestly don’t get it at all”

because he be speaking in full english like wat

he’s just so passionate about everything it’s almost adorable

a l m o s t

and it’s not only his passion but also his small eyes, his laugh, his voice, or the way he occasionally lifts his head to look at you while playing guitar and you smile and he smiles because you smile first shnshsbshs soft

even the corners of his lips are so cute wow

oh fuck im emo i love him

but you adore him just as a good friend

he’s always been bubbly and friendly with everyone, not just you, so yeah it’s really easy to fall for him but you assure yourself that you’re nOT

are we having “in denial” shit again omg im so uncreative

anyway fast forward it’s ur birthday!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYYY

you decide to throw a small party at your place and invite 5 or 6 of your closest friends but damn on the d-day it rains so hard

if ur bday falls on winter then change it to snowing hard, if it’s spring then maybe there’s strong wind or something, whatever suits you fam lol

so no one comes to your party lol you are Sad

BUT THEN!!!! JAE SHOWS UP!!!!!

PARK JAEHYUNG

OUT OF ALL PEOPLE

no you didn’t invite him because idk

are we really that close??? ehhhh he probably won’t come anyway haha why bother

BUT!!!! HE SHOWS UP!!! IN FRONT OF YOUR DOOR!!!

he’s carrying an umbrella but it didn’t really help apparently because he’s soaking wet

imagine that view i mean nvm

“i happened to be near here and i remember it’s your birthday today so i think i’m gonna drop by to say hi and suddenly it’s raining too hard on the way but anyway happy birthday can you let me in first i’m cold”

ofc you let jae in i mean we can’t let the chicken catch the flu amirite

but you warn him that he’ll have to leave before 11 or your RA will kick you both out the dorm lol

after a towel, two cups of hot tea, and one shared piece of chocolate cake, you told him you were supposed to have a small party tonight but no one could make it because of the rain and he’s like “hOW DARE YOU HAVING A PARTY BUT NOT INVITING ME I THOUGHT WHAT WE HAD WAS SPECIAL” and you’re just like “lol shut up chicken here eat more cake”

anyways you two spend time joking and talking about random stuff and it’s probably not the best birthday ever but at least you don’t have to spend it alone and to be honest you’re happy that he’s here

then jae pulls out his ultimate weapon

i mean his guitar

he was soaking wet but the guitar is clean and dry and all fine like hoW EVEN

“priorities” -park jaehyung

he said he gonna play a song of your choice because he came empty handed and he feels bad about it

you blush and pick whatever song comes to your mind because you can’t really think of any, and he starts strumming his guitar and sings

and while he keeps looking at you, you find yourself too can’t take your eyes off him

the song ends and you’re about to clap your hands when he suddenly starts another one

wait you’ve never heard this song before

it’s a slow song and the lyrics are all like, the sky turns dark on the birthday of the brightest star so that it’ll be the only light in his world, how he feels regretful that he has nothing to give but his small heart, and he hopes that this lovely person will hold his hand as they listen to this song together, that this lovely person will feel warm beside him

guys just imagine the song okay i can’t Romance

it’s dead silent until you whisper, “is that… a song for me?”

jae’s face turns red and he starts panicking™ like “i made up the lyrics just now okay i know it’s fricking sappy and cheesy as hell okay i just uhhh want to cheer you up!!!! because you seem kinda down!!!!! let’s not talk about this again uGh WhatEvER leT Me LIvE!!!!!”

but you chuckle and thank him, it was the best present you can get from anyone

you two stare at each other for a second that feels like years and he finally breaks the silence, “you know,,, maybe i came here on purpose,,, maybe actually i want to see you,,,”

“and why is it?”

“because i think,,, i miss you,,, kinda”

and you don’t say this out loud but maybe you do know that

even if you say you’ll never

in fact you’ve already fallen for him a bit

or perhaps a lot

like a lot

then he leans in to kiss your lips and you kiss back and it’s almost not awkward at all, it just feels right as if you’ve kissed him million times before

a l m o s t

you two still blush real hard after

but yeah that’s how you two start dating

none of you two tell anyone about it but it’s pretty obvious, i mean jae always picks you up at your dorm, he walks with you to your class or vice versa (if your classes don’t overlap tho), you two keep stealing glances at each others, also—

jae with you: “hey,,,, come here sit with me u3u,,,,, did you have lunch??? oh i wrote a song last night check this out,,,, what are you gonna do this saturday? oml you’re so cute”

jae with everyone else: “HAHAHAHA FUCKING FUCK SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU FUCKING PRICK ALSO BRIAN FUCKING KANG IF YOU STEAL MY FUCKING FRIES AGAIN I WILL LITERALLY SNAP YOUR FUCKING NECK”

welp actually he’s not always sweet with you, sometimes you two still argue about silly things using mixed languages but now everyone in the club knows better to just run away once it begins

because it’ll end up with you two fighting or you two kissing

yes im nasty and a disappointment bye

btw wonpil is excited af it’s almost like he’s dating you both

“it’s really nice seeing you two finally together!!!!!!! especially because jaehyung really couldn’t shut up about you ever since the first day you joined our music club”

“wait wha-”

“YOU SNAKE THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SECRET FUCK OFF”

I’m so in love with park jaehyung y'all hsnshsbsh aNYWAYS!!! 100 blocks limit has lifted from tumblr app AYEEEEE

#day6 #jae #park jaehyung #day6 imagines #day6 scenarios #day6 fanfic #day6 reactions #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #this is embarassing smh #bye

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i-writeandread-blog · 6 years ago

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A Portrait of a Tortured You and I - Chapter 2

Authors Note: I don’t edit or proofread usually when trying to get content out quickly, so I am aware there may be issues with my use of past and present tense. Please know I will fix any and all errors!

I was snapped back to reality, when I heard the horn blow on the ferry. It was pulling up to the dock. I was equal parts excited and nervous. This wasn't my first rodeo, I had been to over 50 concerts, traveling all over the world to see Mars, I was also a Camp Mars alum... but this was the first time I had left the comfort of my home since I had been brutalized.

Life has a funny way of surprising you though. Since the attack, my sisters and I have made up. I don't think we would have, had the unfortunate not happened.

Since I received the anonymous letter and check, I started working on getting better. I still wasn't out of the woods. The occasional panic attack and nightmare still happened. I didn't know if they would ever go away, but they were becoming less and less. I did have a few issues getting on the plane, but I used the breathing and grounding techniques that my therapist was teaching me. And here I am, ready to finally enjoy life again. I was so anxious to get to the island and get settled in.

Some of the Echelon that I was still friends with were meeting up with me and it was all about strength in numbers. That gave me comfort knowing that they had my back in the unlikely event I began to panic.

I looked around seeing many unfamiliar faces and was slightly confused. Having traveled a lot to the European shows, I expected to recognize people I knew, but alas I didn't. We began to load onto the ferry, everyone in a rush. I felt a bump and a push and at first just chucked it off as everyone being so eager and not looking where they were going. I felt an attack coming on and steadied myself against the railing. "Okay, you've got this. Breathe in, now breathe out." I did my breathing exercises and didn't care if people thought I was crazy. It subsided and I went to give myself a figurative pat on the back when I turned around and saw an unwanted familiar face.

"No one is buying it, freak!" She was laughing and acting so smug.

"What is your problem, Natalie?" I asked. I honestly wanted to clear the air with her. I knew I'd be seeing her at a ton of events going forward, as I had been for the last fifteen years. I'd like to be able to enjoy our precious time with the band without having to constantly worry about problems with her.

"You honestly don't know, do you?" She grinned, all the while looking at me very curiously.

"No. I've never had problems with you. In fact, when you were writing that Jared smut, I was your biggest fan, always complimenting you on your writing. Last years camp we even enjoyed some time together. So Nat, what's the deal?"

"You don't get to call me Nat anymore. Just do me a favor and fuck off." With that she stormed off into a group of girls all high five-ing her and congratulating her on a job well done being the biggest bully. The saddest part of this was that Natalie is a 44 year old woman acting like a 20 year old. It wasn't cute. Not by a long shot.

I was on edge the whole ferry ride which lasted approximately an hour and twenty minutes, but felt much more like an eternity. My eyes were constantly darting around and anytime the boat rocked, I felt absolute dread. I was repeating a sort of mantra over and over in my head, “you’re gonna be in the presence of Mars soon. It’s going to be the best time!” I just knew once I was there and settled, that I would finally be able to let my guard down. I would be able to relax and have the best time.

We pulled up to the island and from the boat, I could see the beautiful art installations and hear the sounds of laughter mixed with music being played on loud speakers. I was home, in my element. Memories of previous camps creeping in my head and replacing all the negative ones from the past year. I watched as Natalie and her groupies got off the boat before me. I was wishing and trusting that she’d forget that I was here, now that she was also on the island.

Check in was literally right at the dock and there were many faces I recognized there, I sighed a great deal of relief. Walking up, I presented my ID, passport, and my booking number. A cheery girl many years my junior, took my items and said, “Hi, Catherine, how was your trip here?” I smiled, “it has been uneventful up to now.” I didn’t need to tell her all of the details, she was just making small talk. “Okay, you are in.... hmm. I don’t see your booking, that’s strange. Hold on a second.” She turned and walked off. I was growing more nervous by the second. Was my email from Shayla fake? But if so, how did I end up with $3,000 dollars? I started putting pieces together. Maybe the email was fake and my parents gave me the cashiers check. This would be so awful, if true.

I was told to step aside while someone else took over that computer and was checking more guests in. I couldn’t breathe and I started crying and shaking. The place I was supposed to feel most at home in was now not feeling so homey.

The girl came back and asked to see any printouts I had from AiW. I fumbled around looking for the email from Shayla and any correspondence directly from Adventures, I grabbed the first thing which happened to be the original confirmation when I bought the package in January.

She took it from me and cross referenced something on an iPad. “Hmmm, I see this booking existed and then it was canceled. But, I also see your name is on the list of attendees. We don’t finalize the list until all payments are made. This is odd. Do you have proof of payment?” I didn’t have that, but I was able to show her the email from Shayla after digging around once more in my bag. “Oh, well I guess this actually makes sense now! Okay, so you had the moonlight tent package. Let me find you one that’s available since we don’t know which one you’re supposed to be in, anyway.” She found one that had a bed free and loaded up my bags onto a golf cart. I told her I didn’t mind walking, and set out to find my tent.

I hadn’t seen any of my friends yet as many people were still being ferried over and we all had different boat times. It was peaceful. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, the music was a great selection of garden variety pop and rock. I was actually feeling great, now that it appeared the email wasn’t fake at all.

As I was walking, I caught a glimpse of Jared and Shannon talking over by some trees. They were wearing swimming trunks and smiling as they talked. I thought to myself that they looked extra adorable and almost tripped from not looking where I was going. I heard a voice that I would know anywhere shout, “watch your step, the ground isn’t even!” Shannon chuckled as he spoke to me from a distance. Jared looked in my direction and waved. I kept going and finally found my tent. Number 4, one of my lucky numbers. I was at peace.

My bags were sitting on the only available bed and I made my way over to it, to start making my little space my own. I heard someone walk in, but they must have walked back out because I never did see anyone. Once, I had made myself comfortable, I decided to lay down and allow myself time to soften up. I needed to unwind in the worst way and the quiet was really tranquil.

I rested for what was likely to be about an hour, but I have no actual idea as I hadn’t looked at the time. I was awoken from reverie to a commotion outside the tent. And I drew my legs up and started rocking back and forth.

The problem with being out in the real world was that everything was so unpredictable. Loud noises were everywhere, no matter the cause... they were most always innocent. People fighting... that was a hard one for me, but I saw my share of it in the airport between husband and wives, or parents and children. Now, here on the island there is it’s own set of issues. I needed to know the cause for the arguing. I needed to know I was safe. So I cranked my neck forward to get a really good listen.

“Ughh, I’ve looked all over for someone who can help me and I can’t seem to find anyone that cares or knows what to do! I’m going to just start screaming. Maybe that will get someone’s attention!”

I instantly knew it was Natalie.

“Don’t worry. This is a great opportunity. We can fuck with her as much as we want.”

“Hahahaha, no! I don’t want to be anywhere near her. She’ll play the victim no matter what and then I’ll get kicked off the island. Nooooo thanks!”

“No one has to know.”

“That’s true! Oh wait, there’s Shayla. Let’s get her attention.”

“Shayla, we desperately need your help!”

“Not now ladies. I’m looking for someone. Can it wait?”

“No, it can’t. We are stuck in a tent with someone we don’t like.”

“That’s hardly a reason to throw a fit. Can’t you just ignore each other?”

“Me? Of course! I can avoid her, but it’s not me to worry about. Catherine, will be the problem. She’s gonna hurt me in my sleep or something. She’s really unstable.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. She was actually trying to make me sound like I was a monster. What’s worse is we were to share a tent for three nights. I became violently ill and threw up right there in the bed.

“Did you say Catherine? Where is she?”

“Hell if I know.”

Shayla stepped inside and took notice of me.

“Oh my goodness, are you okay, Catherine?”

I nodded. “Let’s get you cleaned up and out of here. There was a mistake at check out. This isn’t your room. I’ll have someone clean up in here, don’t worry.” I went to protest, but she waved her hands at me. She picked up a towel and wiped my face. I was so humiliated. I had known Shayla for a few years and she was always so kind, we were nothing but acquaintances so to have her help me when I’m at my lowest was really humbling and extremely embarrassing. She handed me clothes from my suitcase and I quickly changed into them. “You ready?” I sighed, then nodded.

Shayla had her arms around me and walked me out of the tent. She gave Natalie a stern look and said nothing. We took a few steps and I overheard a scream followed by, “that nasty cunt threw up in here, how fucking gross!” Shayla reassured me and told me to just ignore it. I tried, but I still couldn’t get over how things were unfolding. I was still so confused as to how it ended up the way it did with Natalie.

We arrived at some bungalows and Shayla motioned for me to follow her. At first, I thought this was where she was staying or maybe it was first aid. I was really perplexed, but I followed her in. She turned around and said, “I’ll have your things sent here. Is this room okay? I wanted you to have something peaceful to wake up to, this was the only room with a direct view of the sea.”

“Shayla, I’m completely baffled. This isn’t my room. Why am I here?” I had to ask because I knew there had to be a mistake. “I must have forgotten to tell you, the donor upgraded you to the VIP experience and this was meant to be your room from that moment on. Unfortunately, when I went into the system to change everything, there was a glitch so it erased your booking entirely. You shouldn’t have been in that tent and it’s my fault you had to experience that unpleasantness.” She looked truly sorry.

“Shayla, you couldn’t have known. But is there anyway you can refund back some of the money to whomever paid for me? I’d like to just be where I was if I had paid my own way?”

“Catherine, I’m under strict orders to make sure you have a smooth vacation and that you have a wonderful time. I can ask, but I don’t think there’s a chance that they will allow that to happen.”

“Shay, who was it? I won’t say anything, I just am a little freaked out that someone did this for me.” I pleaded with her to tell me. Honestly, I was more scared now then I had been traveling here alone. What if this person meant me harm?

“I can’t say. But they’re not a threat to you. I can assure you of that.”

“Okay, whomever it was is trustworthy? I have your word?”

“Yes. Now, I suggest you do whatever it is you need to, because your itinerary is completely full starting in about an hour.” She handed me a paper filled with activities and times. She was right, completely full, starting with front row seating to the soundcheck.

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Mission Success: Chapter 15

Ymir stared up at the ceiling fan, watching while the blades slowly went in a circle before coming to a stop. The freckled girl stood up and spun the star on her ceiling again, laying back down to watch it slow down again. She hadn't slept all night.

Now that she was back home, all the familiar things she was seeing was triggering an aggressive memory attack from Marcel. Every time she closed her eyes, she would see some random things like when he was training with the others(she was happy to note that a certain blonde really sucked), but what reoccurred more often than anything else was the day Marcel died. Over and over, like it was on loop, she would see her Titan leap up out of the ground, reach for Reiner, grab Marcel, and eat him. When she couldn't sleep, Ymir would turn her attention to the ceiling fan. Watching it wind down was oddly comforting for some reason...

A tiny knock sounded on the door before it creaked open. Ymir smiled a little as a tiny blonde head peeped at her from behind the wood." Ymir?... Are you awake?"

The freckled girl propped herself up on her elbows." Yep."

Krista returned the smile on Ymir's face as she slipped in through the door, shutting it behind her." Good. Want to go get some lunch?"

Ymir quirked an eyebrow." Lunch?..."

Krista nodded." It's around one o'clock."

Ymir sat all the way up with a yawn." Oh... Big Blonde and Sweaty Turtle down there?"

Krista shook her head." No, Reiner and Bertholdt left a little while ago to go home."

"Mmmm..." Ymir stretched her arms over her head and craned her neck to let out an audible crack! before returning her attention to Krista.

"What about the weird gal and the snub nosed assho-"

"Ymir, knock it off with the mean names!"

The freckled girl huffed in amusement." Why? My names suit them perfectly. The Porkchop guy has a weird nose and is a complete asshole, the chick with the black hair is really weird, Berty is sweaty and...the turtle just fits him, and Reiner is a huge blonde," she said nonchalantly before giving Krista a mischievous smile." Maybe I should call you the Tiny Blonde... oof!"

"Not appreciated, Ymir. I already have one name more than I should, and I don't need to be reminded of how ridiculously short I am," Krista huffed, rubbing her head as she stepped away from Ymir. One advantage of being her size was the ability to head butt just about anyone in the stomach. However, her hit didn't have much of an effect on her freckled friend.

"Alright, sorry!" Ymir smiled and held her hands up in surrender, not sounding sorry at all." Now, back to my earlier question..."

Krista sighed and brought her hands up to her hair, tying it back loosely as she answered.

"Yeah, they're still down there. It's actually kind of cute; they've been down there a while." The blonde smiled at the end of her sentence while Ymir stared at her blankly.

"Wow, you really are a hopeless romantic."

"Ymir!"

The freckled girl rested a hand on her hip and smiled at the blonde before her.

"I'm not really that hungry right now. Let's find something to do that's not boring."

Krista shrugged." Okay; chess?"

Ymir stuck out her tongue." Hell no; that is really boring."

"...Reading?"

"That's even worse."

"Sewing, cleaning, and talking?"

Ymir shook her head." We're already doing that, no, and no way in hell."

Krista sighed." Then what do you want to do?"

Ymir tilted her head, thinking. What did she want to do? The two girls stood in silence before a fuzzy idea popped up in Ymir's head. A huge grin grew on her face as a mischievous glint entered her eyes.

"I know exactly what we should do, Historia," said the freckled girl conspiratorially. Krista watched her warily.

"What do you have in mind, Ymir?..."

The brunette raised her eyebrows." Let's go exploring."

The blonde blinked." ...Exploring?..."

Ymir sniggered." You know, sneaking around this huge, almost empty place, snooping through people's rooms, messing with the important shit..."

Krista worried her lip between her teeth." Won't we get in trouble?"

Ymir strode forward and grabbed her hand, pulling her out of the door. Krista squeaked at the sudden move, and Ymir chuckled." Not if we don't get caught."

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Half an hour, a meeting room that Ymir rearranged, a balcony, and a lot of doors later, the duo found themselves...lost in H.Q.

"Ymir, where are we?" Krista looked at the portrait covered walls. There was a lot of men and women watching them from the stone.

"Hell if I know. Best I can say is the Hall of Creepy Staring People," Ymir said casually, also observing the pictures. They seemed...familiar somehow. Not the people, but the pictures themselves. As a matter of fact, the whole hall looked familiar. Must be Marcel...

A sharp tug in her vision proved her right, setting her honey eyes on a door with simple, yet detailed carvings.

"Let's check this out."

Ymir reached out and turned the knob, pushing it open to reveal some sort of sitting room. Opposite the door was a huge fireplace surrounded by comfy looking chairs and a table. On the left and right sides of the Walls were two more doors.

"This looks really comfy," said Krista, trailing her fingers over one of the chairs. Ymir shrugged and walked over to the door on the right.

"You check it out in there. I'm looking in here."

When the freckled girl walked through the door, she immediately saw three more doors, all in a row.

"Hmm... This is interesting..." she mumbled to herself, approaching the door to the far right. In the room behind it was a very comfortable looking bed surrounded by bookshelves of books and the occasional potted plant. The window above the bed also had some small, pretty flowers. In the corner next to a closet stood a wooden crutch with red wrapping. Ymir gave it two blinks and shut the door.

The door in the middle was completely empty, no bed or chair to speak of. When Ymir opened the door to the last door, the one on the far left, she stared in shock.

“ So these are the Warriors quarters...”

The room had a tiny, tiny bed, a small bedside table, and multiple punching dummies. On the bedside table was nothing but a small picture with a little girl and stoic man on opposite sides of a kicking target. Ymir didn't need to look closer to know whose room this was. This was, without a doubt, none other than Annie Leonhart's room.

Ymir suddenly felt a tiny wave of...guilt? Sympathy? Whatever it was, she felt it, and somberly left the room, walking back into the parlor where Krista was browsing through the bookshelf next to the fireplace. At the sound of her footsteps, the blonde turned to face Ymir.

"Find anything?"

"Yep. You wanna know where we are?"

Krista tilted her head a little." Yeah..."

"The Warriors quarters."

Blue eyes blew wide as the blonde carefully stepped back from the bookshelf." If this is their room, we should go, Ymir. This is an invasion of privacy-"

"Like I care," drawled the freckled girl, dragging Krista through the door on the left." Life is short, and a lot more fun when you break a couple rules." Ymir ignored the sudden twinge in her gut. She knew all too well that her days were numbered.

"Ymir...." Krista whined as Ymir pulled her through the door. Just like the door on the opposite side, there were three more doors. Ymir dragged her to the middle one first.

"Nothing in this one," said the freckled girl, towing Krista to the one one the far right.

In this room, there were two child sized beds against opposite sides of the room. At the foot of the bed on the right was a long, slim gun, and the bed on the left had a huge, curled up, man sized dip in it. On the bedside tables were the familiar ODM gas dispensers.

Ymir stared at the beds for a minute before releasing Krista and covering her mouth, trying to stifle a laugh. Krista watched incredulously as the freckled girl's giggles became full blown laughter.

"What is so funny?"

Ymir, who had bent double and was clutching her sides, released herself and started to wave her hand at the beds.

"This....hahaha....this is Reiner and...hehehe...Bertholdt's room...hehehe... You know how big those two are?...Hahahaha....now look at those itty, bitty little beds! Gahahahaha! Look at 'em! How the hell do they sleep at night?! Hehehehe! Look! That has to be blondie's bed; the only way....hahaha....he'd be able to fit would...hehehehehe....be if he curled up into a teeny, tiny, little...hahaha!...big man ball! And he's so big, he broke the bed! GAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Ymir fell to her knees in uncontrollable laughter, rolling onto her back as tears squeezed out of her eyes. Krista watched her with a blank stare and huffed before prodding her freckled friend lightly with her foot.

"Come on, Ymir, let's go explore somewhere else..."

It was a few minutes before Ymir calmed herself enough to stand, exiting the boy's room and leading Krista into the the last room.

The moment she set foot in that room, Ymir felt a chill run down her spine. This room was familiar; so familiar, that she knew it like the back of her hand. Up against the wall was a bunk bed, the top bunk neatly made and the bottom a complete mess. On the top post hung an old,worn leather jacket.

Ymir shivered as one memory after another flitted through her head. A late night talk. A game of cards. Consoling a hurt brother. A quick roughhousing session. A solemn embrace. They flitted through her head so fast, she felt dizzy...

"Ymir! Ymir! Can you hear me?! Ymir!"

The freckled girl blinked rapidly, trying to see who the voice belonged to. When her vision cleared, she saw Krista on her knees in front of her, shaking her by the shoulders. When she saw that her friend had recovered from her spell, the blonde stopped shaking her.

"Ymir! What happened!? Are you okay?!"

Ymir blinked again and rubbed her temple with one hand." Yeah, I'm fine. I just had a couple flashbacks from the guy who had the power before me..."

"His name was Marcel."

Both girls' head whipped around to see Porco standing in the doorway of his room, glowering at them. Krista visibly wilted a little.

"I'm guessing it was you two who messed with the meeting room. Am I right?"

Ymir smirked at him." Technically, that was my handiwork. This place is so big and boring, I decided to explore and mess a few rooms up. Got a problem with that, sir?"

Porco's eyes widened slightly before he huffed." Just go explore somewhere else, freckles. Get out of my room."

Ymir stood up and stretched nonchalantly." You heard the man, Tiny. Let's go."

Krista huffed and slapped Ymir's arm." Don't call me that," she said, passing Ymir into the hall. The freckled girl was about to follow her when she stopped.

"Hey... I just want you to know that I'm sorry. For taking your brother away from you."

There was a beat of silence before he took a deep breath.

"It wasn't your fault for what happened. Pure Titans can't help it."

Another beat of silence.

"When do you think you'll...eat me?"

"Maybe in the next two weeks. Usually they would have had me eat you sooner, but it's being delayed for some reason."

Ymir took a deep breath, both scared and relived. She was still going to die, but she had more time with Krista.

"I see. Sorry again for bothering you."

She was about to walk out the door when Porco spoke again." The exploring idea wasn't yours."

She turned her head to see him smiling sadly." Huh?"

"It was Marcel's. He liked to walk around this place and mess around with the stuff in some of the rooms. It really pissed Magath off."

Ymir looked down at her feet." From what I could tell from the memories, he was a pretty cool guy."

"He was."

"Ymir? You okay?" Krista popped her head around the door to the parlor. Ymir looked back at her before nodding at Porco. He nodded back at her before entering his room.

"Yeah, I'm fine sweetie. You know what, let's go see of we can wonder over to the mess hall from here. I'm starving."

Ymir looped her arm around Krista's shoulders as the blonde shook her head." I'm not sure if they have food down there anymore..."

"Then we can steal some from wherever they make the food."

Krista huffed." Ymir..."

Ymir sniggered." What? It's fun."

"You really are a...a...a..."

"A freckled girl who will be troublesome forever? Yes, you are correct."

Krista nudged Ymir with her elbow." I guess that means I'll have to be your friend forever so you don't do something too bad."

Ymir tensed a little bit as she forced a laugh." Yep. You and I will be friends... Forever."

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Word Count: 2207

Alright! This chapter came out a lot longer than I expected! I hope you all enjoy!

Up next is a little sad, but cute PokkoPikku(Porco and Pieck).

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