#Daaamn who's this and how did I write this

[teaberrii]

Chapter Eight: A Step Back?

Alhaitham has the looks and the smarts. He will also be the stand-in CEO for his grandfather's company for a year.

But, he's been mysteriously cursed to turn into a cat every night since his eighteenth birthday… until he meets you, an employee at his grandfather's company, who rescues him as a cat and changes him back with one kiss.

Alhaitham/You

Notes:

Cross-posted on AO3

Female reader

Chapter index at the end of chapter one

“Daaamn. So, he held her hand in front of you and mom and everything?”

You and Lumine are visiting Aether at the hospital. Lumine has just finished telling Aether everything that happened during that evening. You’ve been casually listening, ensuring Lumine doesn’t exaggerate the truth. By the end, Aether smiles at you.

“It’s like one of the stories you write, Sis.” Then, he lowers his voice and says dramatically, “What did they talk about after the mother and sister left? Stay tuned…”

Lumine laughs. “It definitely sounds like a cliffhanger.”

“Well, if things really go well, I’m happy for ‘ya, Sis.” Aether tears open a chocolate bar. “It’s about time that ginger gets some competition.”

A soft knock comes at Aether’s door.

You and Lumine are surprised to see a girl about the same age as the twins. Her eyes are slightly darker than the colour of her hair that's tied into a high ponytail. She's wearing a dark hospital gown that makes her skin look even paler than it already is.

“A-Ayaka!”

You and your sister glance at each other. Ayaka? Since when did Aether make a friend?

She walks in, and you see she’s holding one of Aether’s video games. “Hello. I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything.” She gives you and Lumine a slight bow.

“No! Not at all!”

“I came to return the video game you lent me the other day," Ayaka says, putting the video game on the nightstand beside Aether's bed.

“You lent her one of your video games?” Lumine gasps.

Aether shoots her a warning look, but his twin remains unfazed.

“Yes.” Ayaka smiles. “He was kind enough to lend me one when I was recovering.”

“Well, well, looks like Aether’s all grown up!”

Ayaka looks at Aether. “Are these two…”

“They’re my sisters.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Ayaka,” you say. “I should thank you for giving my brother company.”

Lumine nods. “That’s why we brought him his games in the first place. He wouldn’t stop complaining about how bored he was.”

Ayaka doesn’t see Aether’s deadpan look toward his twin. “I quite enjoy Aether’s company. He’s a fun person to talk to.”

“Oh, is he now?” Lumine asks with a smile. “That’s good to hear!”

Then, Ayaka bows once. “I should return to my room. My brother will be coming soon.”

“You have a brother?” Lumine asks.

“Yes.” Ayaka looks at you. “He should be around the same age as you or maybe a little older. His name is Ayato.”

“Ooh, perhaps we can all get lunch together sometime!” Lumine says excitedly.

“I think that would be a lovely idea.”

“I second that,” you say.

“I, uh, anytime’s good for me!”

“As long as you get to see Ayaka, right?” Lumine says quietly. Aether glares at her, and she returns it with a smile.

Ayaka chuckles. “I guess Aether and I can arrange something.”

“Yeah!”

You and Lumine give Ayaka a small wave just before she leaves.

Once Ayaka is out of sight, Lumine turns to her brother and asks, “Pickin’ up girls at the hospital, are we now?”

You laugh. “She seems like a nice girl.”

“Maybe the only girl who will give Aether a chance.”

Aether sticks his tongue out at his twin. “Ha-ha. Hilarious, Lumine.”

As your siblings continue to bicker, you look at your watch. It's almost time to meet your friends. You grab your bag off the armchair, which gets Aether's attention.

“Leaving already, Sis?”

“I’m meeting Candace and Dehya to get my dress today.”

Lumine gasps. “Oh! For the Awards night, right?”

“That’s the one.”

Once you leave the room, you see a woman walk out of the room next door. Isn’t that the room Alhaitham’s grandfather is staying in? Her long, blue locks make her stand out. Coupled with her fair skin, she would turn heads down the street. Could this woman be a friend of Alhaitham’s? Or…

You walk in the other direction, trying and failing to kill your curiosity.

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As soon as you enter the high-end boutique, Candace waves at you while Dehya goes in for a hug.

“There she is!"

You walk up and hug Dehya, a friend from school who you introduced to Candace a few years ago. 

"I should get your autograph now before you become too famous!"

"And what?" you ask. "Sell it?"

Dehya laughs. "You got me."

“Did you have lunch yet?” Candace asks.

“Yeah, I already ate. I came from the hospital, actually,” you say. “I was visiting my brother.”

“Aether?” Dehya asks. “What did he get himself into this time?”

“He broke his leg while snowboarding.”

“Ouch… but the kid’s learning to snowboard now?”

"Well, he isn't sure he wants to go again after that incident."

Soon, you and Dehya get caught up with what's happening in your lives. Unlike you and Candace, who are creatives, Dehya works in law enforcement. You aren't surprised. She was incredibly athletic in school, having more physical strength than some of the boys. Her grades were also good. Her intelligence and athletics made her intimidating to most of the students, but it was also the reason why the two of you became friends.

Dehya looks around the high-end boutique. “So, Candace, care to give some recs?”

Candace looks at you. “Do you already have something in mind?”

“Not really… but I guess I’d like to try something different.”

She smiles. “A bolder look, maybe?”

“Something that’ll truly knock people off their feet!” Dehya adds.

“Let’s start with the overall design,” Candace suggests. “Once you like the dress, we can start looking at colours.”

After a while of you and your friends going through racks and racks of dresses, Dehya brings up the school reunion, something you’ve been thinking about.

“I haven’t replied to Collei yet,” you say. “Are you going?”

Dehya nods. Then, she quietly says, "He won't be there, you know. Collei wouldn't invite him."

You know that Collei wouldn't invite your ex if she's inviting you. She's not that type of person. 

“...I know she wouldn’t.”

Is it bad to say that you don't want to see any of your old classmates? It's not like you're close to them. They're acquaintances at best. Some knew your ex and probably still kept in touch. However, you didn't want to deal with any questions about him. He used to haunt your dreams; his influence left harmful traces in almost every aspect of your life. 

"I don't want to see them." You sigh. "Don't get me wrong. I don't have anything against them. It's just…."

“Hey. You don’t have to explain yourself to me,” Dehya says kindly. “If you don’t want to go, don’t go.”

You give her a small smile, and she returns it with one of her own.

"...I haven't decided, though, so I haven't replied."

“Something wrong?”

You and Dehya look at Candace, who’s holding a black satin off-sleeve dress that’s round and low-cut at the front with a slit on the side.

“I didn’t know dress shopping would be such a downer,” she jokes.

“Oh, it’s not that,” you say.

Dehya quickly gets Candace up to speed about Collei's invitation to a school reunion. Candace quickly catches on; she knows, after all, that your ex went to school with you.

“The reason you haven't replied... Is it because you might want to go?” Candace asks.

She's right. A part of you wants to show off this incredible person you've become. But would there be a point to that? The more you think about it, it seems like you'd be going for all the wrong reasons. Maybe it's best to leave it all behind.

The bell at the entrance sounds, signalling a customer. You, Dehya, and Candace turn around, and your eyes widen when you see Alhaitham… with a woman. The same woman you saw at the hospital earlier today.

“Haitham?” Candace asks, obviously surprised.

Alhaitham is just as surprised to see you.

“Layla!” Dehya exclaims.

“Dehya?” the woman smiles. “I never thought I’d see you at a boutique.”

“That’s cuz I’m here with friends!”

“Well, it looks like we all know each other,” Candace says. “Care to introduce us, Dehya?”

You learn that the woman with Alhaitham is Layla, a Sumeru native living out of the city until recently. She and Alhaitham are old friends, while she and Dehya met at a city event a few years ago. 

“I’m not surprised Haitham knows so many great people,” she says. “It’s wonderful meeting you.”

“So… are you two on a date?” Dehya asks.

“No.”

“That was quick.”

“You must excuse his bluntness,” Candace says.

Layla chuckles. “But it’s true. We aren’t on a date. He’s just accompanying me for the day.”

“What brings the two of you here?” you ask.

"I want to get a new suit," Layla says. "Haitham says that he has a friend who works in the fashion business and thought she could help out." She looks at Candace. "I guess he was referring to you."

“At least he knows a good designer when he sees one,” Candace jokes.

“What about you?” Alhaitham asks, looking at you.

“I’m looking for a dress for the Awards Night."

Candace holds up the black dress. “What do you think about this one, Haitham?”

“Have you tried it on?”

“Not yet.”

Alhaitham smiles at you. “Go try it on.”

“What? So you can judge me?” you ask jokingly.

He leans close enough to whisper in your ear, "No, silly. So, you can see how beautiful you'd look in it."

Your eyes go wide.

“Something wrong?”

Looks like no one else heard what he said. You aren't surprised. With how he lowered his voice like that, it's only loud enough for you to hear but also sends a surprising shiver down your spine. You feel someone's hands on your shoulders. When you turn, you see Candace.

“I bet he told you to try it on, right?”

“Yeah…”

Candace smiles and hands you the dress. “Then, hurry and try it on, girl!”

Once you leave for the dressing room, Dehya points her finger at him. "Who are you to her? How come I haven't heard about you?"

“I’m her neighbour,” Alhaitham answers calmly.

“And her C—”

“She lives across from me,” Alhaitham quickly interrupts. He gives Candace a look, and she catches on and subtly nods.

“You two seem too... close to just be neighbours,” Dehya says.

“She’s also a friend.”

It’s obvious Dehya doesn’t buy it.

Layla chuckles. “Let’s stop grilling them, Dehya. Perhaps they’re a work in progress.”

Dehya jabs Alhaitham in the chest. "I don't know who you are, but you'd better not try anything funny."

“Don’t worry,” Candace says. “I’ll keep an eye on them.”

Dehya still looks suspiciously at Alhaitham as she says, "Well, if you're friends with Candace, I guess you should be okay."

“I appreciate you’re looking out for her,” Alhaitham says.

Dehya blinks once. Twice. Then, she turns to Candace. “Is he always like this?”

“Like what?”

Dehya looks back. “Like… I don’t know. Polite?”

“If it’s any reassurance, Candace already gave me a similar warning,” Alhaitham says. “I do not plan on trying anything’ funny’ with her. If anything”—his gaze turns stern—“I’d like to look out for her.”

You come out of the dressing room with the dress on. Candace is the first to walk up to you.

“It looks good!”

"You think?" you ask, looking down at yourself and then at the large mirror on the opposite wall.

Alhaitham approaches you, and you see his subtle smile in the mirror.

“Are you going to wear heels?” You see Layla just behind Alhaitham. “I think it would look nicer if you wore heels.”

You turn around. “I appreciate the suggestion, but aren’t you two here for something else?”

Layla chuckles softly. “Well, it seems like you completely grabbed Haitham’s attention.”

“Oh, I wonder why.”

You give Candace a look, and she smiles back.

“Well, I also think the dress looks nice on you,” Dehya chimes in. “The guy has a good eye.”

You and Alhaitham look at each other, but you’re the first to look away.

Sometime later, in a twisted series of events, you and your friends end up having lunch with Layla and Alhaitham at a nearby restaurant. After telling Layla about what you do, she looks visibly impressed.

“Wow, so you’re the scriptwriter for Love in the Spotlight? I binged it in one day,” she laughs. “It was so well done!” She takes a bite of her food. “How did you come up with the idea? Or… is that a secret?”

“Actually, it was inspired by something I read in the news.”

“I guess when inspiration strikes, it strikes hard.” Layla looks at Alhaitham. “Didn’t you watch it too, Haitham?”

“I did.” He looks at you. “And I enjoyed it.”

You aren’t sure why you find it difficult to meet his eyes. You’ve always taken compliments nicely. So, why do you feel… unexpectedly nervous?

“What did you particularly like about it?” Dehya asks. You gently nudge your friend underneath the table. “Whaaat? I’m just curious! Maybe he didn’t actually watch it and is just saying it.”

Candace cuts into her steak. “So… you’re testing him, is that it?”

"It was the characters who made it enjoyable," Alhaitham answers. "Perhaps it's a personal preference, but I especially enjoyed watching the female lead. From a rookie, unconfident actress to winning awards and giving advice to her juniors... her growth is quite inspiring."

You're pleasantly surprised at his response. You expected to hear "an interesting plot," "the high production value," or something similar. It never really crossed your mind that he'd comment on the characters.

"I'm sure many people would find strength in watching her as well," he continues. He looks at you. "It was a story with substance."

Curious, you ask, “I suppose you like character-driven stories then.”

"Truth be told, I've never thought about it," he says, slightly smiling. "But if my experience with Love in the Spotlight is anything to go by, it depends on whether I think the show delivers meaningful value."

Dehya whistles softly. “What a compliment.”

You can’t hide your smile, and you don’t want to. You feel a new sense of accomplishment as creating something purposeful and inspiring has always been at the top of your creative goals.

“That’s very motivating,” you say honestly. “I appreciate your thoughts, Catman.”

“Catman?”

You slowly look around at the confused faces. Alhaitham, on the other hand, has a slightly amused smile at your blunder.

“That’s… an interesting nickname for Haitham,” Layla says. “Never heard that one before.”

Candace chuckles. “It’s definitely a more creative one than Nerd or Bookworm.”

“Is it because he likes cats?” Deya asks.

Layla laughs. "Or… maybe he's like a cat. I can definitely see that."

You and Alhaitham glance at each other, and he enjoys seeing your little smile as you continue eating.

◆◆◆

You’ve just finished your shower that evening when you hear a knock at the door. You open it to find Alhaitham dressed in a black tank and pants.

“You’re… early,” you say.

"I was wondering if you'd wanted to come over instead."

You raise a brow. “You aren’t going to kidnap me, are you?” Alhaitham gives you a slightly deadpan look, and you shrug with a small smile. “Just making sure.” You lean against the doorframe. “Why, though?”

“I don’t think it’s fair if we keep using your place. If you’re comfortable”—he nods at his unit—“you could come over.”

You look past him and see the closed door. Alhaitham’s place… what would it look like? You’d imagine it would be minimalistic with a black, white, and gray colour scheme.

“...Curious?”

You immediately turn to him when you hear his low voice near your ear. Your lips almost brush against his cheek.

Then, he chuckles. “You can take a look at my book collection.”

“...Your book collection?”

“You have a bookshelf in your room. I assume you like reading.”

The bookshelf in your room isn't big and can be easily missed. So, you’re a little surprised that he remembers the detail.

“It sounds like your book collection is something private.” Then, jokingly, “Don’t tell me you have some R-rated stuff in there.”

To your surprise, Alhaitham looks at you mischievously. “...If you mean sensual literature, I assure you’ll find a little bit of everything.”

You laugh. “Is that what the academics are calling it nowadays?”

"So... is that a yes?"

And that's how you end up at Alhaitham's place.

It's just as you'd imagined, but it's also very clean. You're still standing at the entrance, looking around, when he comes out with tea.

“Take a seat.”

“Your place is nice,” you say, sitting on the black couch. “No cat fur.”

Alhaitham sits on the couch adjacent to you. “You should know I don’t shed.”

You almost choke on your tea. “Right. Of course, you don’t.”

"...There's something I'd like to talk to you about."

You put down your cup.

“The Best Hit Awards…” You already have a feeling you know what he’s getting at. “I’ll need you that night.”

You remember he’ll be the one giving the awards to the recipients. The event also takes place at night… but he would be a cat by then.

“You want me to change you back at the event?” you ask.

"Unfortunately, I don't see any other way."

“I guess not attending the event would leave a bad impression.”

Alhaitham nods.

"...That's a huge risk. But, if we plan carefully…."

“There’s nothing Catman and Batwoman can’t solve together.”

You cross one leg over the other. “What should I take that smile as, hm? Do you have something in mind?”

“Perhaps.”

“Well, I’m all ears.”

You're thinking over Alhaitham's plan later that night when he walks out of his bathroom in all his fluffy, four-legged glory. He jumps onto the sofa, and you turn to him.

“If I wasn’t here, I wonder what your plan would be.”

Alhaitham walks onto your lap and sits facing you. It almost looks like he’s smiling, but you can’t be sure.

“Don’t tell me you expect me to turn you back like this,” you deadpan. “It’s not going to happen.”

He steps toward you, and you stare at each other in silence. Finally, you scratch him behind the ears, and he nuzzles against your hand. Is this his cat instincts, or…?

“I thought you were going to show me your book collection.”

Alhaitham meows and jumps onto the floor. You eventually follow him to his room, where it's just as clean as the rest of his place. Your eyes almost widen at the wall completely filled with books. What surprises you more is that many books look old and have sticky tabs on the pages. Alhaitham jumps onto one of his bookshelves just as you walk over.

A book titled A Drunkard’s Tale gets your attention. “Did you read all of these?”

Alhaitham meows again. He walks along the edge and puts his paw on the spine of a green book. You put the one in your hand back on the shelf and grab the one Alhaitham is pointing to.

“...Heart’s Desire?” You look at him. “Is this the sensual literature you were talking about?”

You flip to a random page and start reading the first paragraph. But, Alhaitham suddenly puts his head on the page you're reading. His eyes are wide and innocent. He slowly inches closer, making reading anything on the page impossible.

You almost chuckle. “I thought I said you should behave if you want to change back.”

Behave? Pssh. He wants to drive you crazy. In a good way, of course. Alhaitham jumps onto the bed, patting the space beside him using his paw.

You assume he’s giving you permission to sit on his bed. So, you close the book and sit on the edge of his bed. You turn away from him, but that ends up being a mistake. Alhaitham jumps on your back, and his paws are on either one of your shoulders. You yelp in surprise. Then, you reach behind you and grab him off your shoulders.

You’re holding him in front of you, his belly exposed. “What was that all about, hm?”

His paws start moving up and down as if reaching for something. You slowly bring him closer until he’s close enough to bonk his head against yours and hug you. His head is against your neck, and you hear him meow softly.

“Is this your way of convincing me to turn you back?”

If that’s how you see it.

Once you put him down on the bed, you stand to face him as he looks up at you expectantly. Finally, he walks to the edge of the bed, his tail straight up. You lean down, not expecting Alhaitham to give you a light lick on your nose. Then, you and he stare at each other for a short moment before your lips curve into a small smile.

As soon as you kiss the top of his head, you almost gasp when you feel Alhaitham grab your wrist.

Then, you hear him whisper in your ear, “You’re getting harder to resist.”

You pull back. Alhaitham has a blanket over his lower half. The two of you stare at each other; his words are still sinking in until…

“I… I should go.”

You don’t wait for a response and hurry out the door.

Chapter Nine

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[smalltowngrl86]

Dean Winchester x reader Warning: Language, smut Word Count: Approximately 2900

So.

This is my first time writing smut AND posting on here.

(take it easy on my po ass, y'all 😂😂)

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When you woke up, the sun was filtering through the pine trees outside the window of your house. You sighed happily and looked at your husband. "Dean Winchester," you whispered, smiling as the sun kissed his features, "how did I ever end up with a man like you?" There was a soft knock on the door followed by the sound of your daughter's excited voice. "Mama, can we open presents now?" "Just wait a bit, baby." You whispered back as she stepped in. "Can I come sit with you and daddy?" Mary asked. "Sure." You invited, scooting over to make room for her in bed, "Is uncle Sam awake?" "Yeah. He's making coffee and breakfast." "Okay. Make sure your daddy doesn't run away on me." You muttered, crawling out of bed as quickly and quietly as you could. "Where are you going, mama?" Your daughter asked, pulling the covers up around her torso. "To Say good morning to Sam." You answered, clicking the door shut behind you. As soon as you reached the kitchen, your senses groaned with hunger for food. It all smelled so good. There was sausage, bacon, eggs, pancakes, and best of all, French Toast. "Sammy! What're you doing?!" You said, scarin Sam. "Holy smokes, Y/N! You really scared me! I'm making breakfast." "So I smell…" You whispered, walking over to him and wrapping your arms around his waist in a hug. "How'd you sleep last night, Y/N?" Sam asked, rubbing your back. "Good. Dean snored literally all night until about 5:30 this morning." You smiled, squeezing Sam and then getting a cup of coffee. "Typical," he laughed as you took a seat at the bar, "when we were living in hotels NON-STOP, he would snore all damn night." "It's only after a really long day, though. I think he does it when he's really tired." You noted, picking at a pancake with a fork. "You gonna eat that?" Sam asked, arching a brow and gesturing at the pancake with a spatula. "Eventually." You said sweetly. "Mama! Mama!" Mary yelled excitedly, running down the stairs into the living room. "In here, darlin." You called, smiling at Sam. "Mama! Mama!" She repeated, and came tearing around the corner of the kitchen. "Mama! Can we open presents?!" Dean asked, grinning tiredly like an idiot. You couldn't help but smile equally stupidly as you more or less drooled at the sight of your husband. His dumb ass came strutting down the stairs, hair still messed up from sleeping, shirtless with his grey sweats hanging loosely off his hips, and his voice still deep with sleep. No matter What he ever said, he was perfect in the morning in your opinion. His tired smile made your smile widen impossibly bigger. "Starin problem, beautiful?" Dean asked, kissing your forehead and sitting down next to you. "What? Yea- I mean No!" You caught yourself. "It's alright. Not everyday you get to see this." He grinned, squeezing your knee lightly. "Yeah, it is. I get to wake up next to you about 9 times out of 10." You sassed back. "Daaamn….easy." Dean smiled, getting up and pulling Sam into a bro hug, "How'd you sleep last night, Sammy? Really." He asked seriously. "Okay, I guess. Not too bad of dreams." Sam answered in a quiet voice. "Mama, can we open presents, now?" Your daughter pled, tugging on your pants leg. "Yes, Mary. We can open presents." You said. "I have the oven on low so I can stick for in there and keep in warm." Sam added, leaning into Dean and putting his arm around his brother's shoulder. "Okay. Let's kick this bitch in the teeth." Dean said, slapping Sam on the back.

"DEAN! NOT IN FRONT OF THE CHILD!" You laughed, yelping when he grabbed your ass with a wink.

"Mama, who is this one to?" Mary asked, holding up a bag filled with bright blue and red tissue paper. "That one is fooorr….dad. I think, lemme see." You said, trying to remember. "Yep. That's from Uncle Sam." "Here, daddy." She said, dropping it on the floor in front of your half asleep husband with a heavy thud. "Woah! What's tha-. Okay." Dean said, suddenly awake. Sam smiled to himself. "Hope it didn't break your floor." "Oh, hush." Dean glared at Sam as he tore the tissue paper out of the bag. "FIVE FRICKIN POUNDS OF SNICKERS?! HOLY SMOKES, SAMMY. WHERE'D YOU FIND THIS?! THANK YOU!!" "There's a wonderful place you'll probably never set foot in called " Sam's Club"." "Did you go there on the name?" You asked, skeptically. "Forget that, darlin'. We got 5 whole POUNDS of snickers!" Dean said with a smile, his eyes lovingly and sarcastically telling you to shut the hell up. "Naw. I was buying all of my canned stuff and whatnot when I saw that on the shelf and instantly thought of Dean." "Aww…thanks, Sammy." Dean said, hugging his little brother tightly. "Mama, can I open this one?" Mary begged from under the tree. "What's it say?" You asked "From Dad & Mom." She answered. "Yep," You said, then turned to Dean, "where's the one from you to Sam?" "In the garage." Dean said, wiggling his eyebrows mischievously. "Oh god." You groaned, smiling. "Do you know what I even got him?" Dean asked, arching a brow.

"No…but have the feeling I'll find out." You shook your head with a grin.

"Dean…I- I don't know what to say… I mean, this is great." Sam stuttered, rubbing his neck and trying to search for an appropriate response as he gazed on the sleek 1968 blue Chevy convertible Camaro sitting in the garage. "How 'bout "thank you, Dean. You're the best brother anyone could've ever asked for. How can I ever repay you, oh, marvelous one?' ." Dean said in a mock serious tone with a flourishing bow. "Jesus, Winchester, don't flatter yourself." You grinned, grabbing his ass, causing him to jump. "Thank you, Dean. Really. This is incredible." Sam said, pulling Dean onto a tight hug. "You're welcome, Sam. I love ya, man." Dean replied, patting Sam on the back and squeezing him tightly. "I love you, too." Sam said quietly, squeezing Dean back. "Don't worry, Y/N. I'll get you one next year." Dean said, rolling his eyes and looping is arms around your waist. "I don't mind being passenger princess until then." You smiled, kissing Dean's warm lips softly. "Fine by me. I want food, though. Let's eat." Dean announced, grabbing your hand and walking back to the house. "Of course you want food." Sam laughed from behind you two.

"Daddy always wants food." Mary agreed from on top of Sam's shoulders.

Breakfast was, as you had expected, amazing. Everything was done perfectly and tasted like heaven. "Sam," Dean managed with a slight laugh between drinking coffee and stuffing his face with French toast, "this is really good. "Glad to heard it. Needin' anything, Y/N?" Sam asked, turning to you. "A nap?" You asked, smiling, "no, I'm alright for now. Thank you, though, Sam." You added, wrapping an arm around Sam's shoulders. "Uncle Sam, can I have more sausage?" Mary asked politely, holding up her plate. "Sure, the links or the patty." Sam offered. "Links, thank you." Dean looked at you with surprise in his perfect green eyes. You shook your head to say "no clue" and took another drink of your coffee. Mary was usually fairly polite, but never on this scale. "You two," Sam said, getting yours and Dean's attention, "I gave her a couple pointers when you two were busy sleeping your lives away." "I slept until 6:30 this morning, thank you." Dean sassed, jokingly rolling his eyes with a warm smile. "Whatever." Sam laughed. "I'm doing dishes!" You announced, jumping up and starting to run dish water. "No, you're not!" Sam argued, picking you up and setting you down across the floor. "Sam, you made breakfast. I will do dishes." You complained jokingly, starting back towards the sink. "No, you won't. I live here just as much as you do. I will do the dishes." Sam reasoned, grabbing you up in his arms "Just let him do the damn dishes, Y/N," Dean interrupted with a wave of his hand, "besides I still have to give you your gift." "The hell does that mean?" Sam and you asked at the same time, you whipping around in his arms. Dean looked at you like it was obvious. "Winchester, I have no idea what you're talking about. It could be anything from a fight between me and Mike frickin' Tyson to a new puppy. You have to let me in on this." You said, raising my eyebrows at him. Dean closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose with a sigh. "Sam, we'll be about an hour." "Oh, god…."Sam groaned, " lock the door so Mary isn't gonna be traumatized like me." "See? Sam gets it!" Dean laughed, grabbing your hand and leading you up the stairs.

"If you had said that, I probably would've, too." You said, shaking your head with a chuckle.

When Dean had shut the door and locked it, you knew you were in for it. An hour? This could be some pretty filthy sex. You thought, sitting on the edge of the bed, awaiting your "gift". "Clothes." Dean ordered, pulling his pants off. You listened and yanked your sweatshirt off over your head and pulled your sweatpants off to reveal some lacy, black, lingerie that Dean had bought you for your 2nd anniversary. Dean had a staring problem. Big time. But only when it came to you or to pie. Pie was your only competitor. He was practically drooling just looking at you. "We doin this, or ya just gonna stare at me?" You asked, pulling on the waistband of your panties. "We're doin this." Dean confirmed, pushing you down on the bed and sliding your panties off. Dean started a your lips and began kissing and leaving hickeys down your body, ending at your ankle. Then, he went back up, lingering at your inner thigh and your chest. Then, he quickly went back down to your soaked sex."Dean, please…just fuck me." You whined as He traced a shape on your folds with his tongue. "Been a minute since we did this last. Wanna take my time." "Well, you only have a handful minutes." You noted breathily as he pushed two fingers inside of you. "Mmm-hmm." He mumbled, curling his fingers inside of you, causing you to cry out in ecstasy, "Hey, hey…gotta be quieter than that." He added gently, covering your mouth his his rough, calloused hand, and beginning to pump his fingers in and out. The faster his went, the tighter the band of pleasure got in your stomach. Your head fell back against the pillows and immediately Dean had you picking your head back up and watching his every move while he fingered you. "Dean…please…" You whimpered, so close to letting go. "What? What do you want. Use your words." He said, his green eyes flooded with lust. "I want your- Oh, God!" You cried as your high washed over you, your walls clenching around Dean's hand. Dean pulled his hand from between your legs and wiped his fingers on the towel he had grabbed off he towel rack in the bathroom. "What is it you want, sweetheart?" He purred from between your legs. "I need your dick it your tongue or something, Winchester. Don't tease me." You whispered. Dean obliged by sticking his head back down in between your legs and licking one solid line up and down your middle and then suddenly sticking his tongue inside you. All the while, he had you watching and keep eye contact with him. Just as you were about to cum all over his pretty face, he brought his head out and kissed your lips, the taste of you lingering heavily in his mouth.

You grinned devilishly as you brought you hand to Dean's hardening member and began to slowly slide your hand up and down its length. Dean groaned and pulled your bra off quickly. "You're so wet I don't think I even need any lube." He whispered, squirting the cold gel into the palm of his hand, rubbing his dick up and down and your pussy as he lined up with your entrance. "Beg." Oh, shit. You thought. You weren't the greatest at begging, but maybe since he hand fucked you in so long, Dean would just want to hear you. For a second, Dean's weight shifted and his dick slid against your folds and you 'bout came again. "God, I need this dick in me. Need to feel you cum in me and make me yours." You whimpered, biting your bottom lip and stroking his dick with your thumb, hand still wrapped around it. He answered by slamming into you, A wave of ecstasy coursing through your veins. Immediately, he found your g-spot and wouldn't let it go. Not long after, your second orgasm was welcomed by a string of dirty words and a barely contained scream. "Dirty mouth for such a pretty slut, huh?" Dean purred in your ear as you whimpered pitifully, riding out your high as best you could. "Yeah…well, I'm…fuck…I'm, shit, your slut." You panted as Dean kissed your neck gently. Whadda guy, whadda guy. This man could be railing you into an alternate life in an alternate universe and he would kiss your forehead or neck so gently and carefully that you wanted to laugh. Or you'd be blowing him and he'd all of a sudden stop you and bring your face up to his and kiss your lips before ordering you back to deepthroating him. He'd be calling you a slut or a dirty little whore accompanied by a few other expletives but he'd be kissing your face sweetly to punctuate every word. Whadda guy, whadda guy. "Yeah, and you fuckin' love- oh, shit, Y/N." Dean hissed as he met his high. "I wanna hear you scream my name, Dean." You growled in his ear, A dominant streak surprising both of you. "I'm not about to repeat myself." "They'll hear…" Dean whined as his dick throbbed inside of you. "Sam has the music up. Scream it, Winchester. I wanna hear it." You whispered as Dean pumped in and out of you. In the process of talking to him, you hand slipped your hand between your legs and had begun coaxing a third orgasm out of yourself. As your wrist had began to tire out, you could feel the Knot in your stomach about to break again. Dean moaned ever so slightly at you bucking your hips into his and that's when you were sent over the edge. "Holy shit, Y/N. God, baby. Fuck, Y/N. Just like- son of a bitch…" Dean sinfully moaned out your name and so many more swears that you were almost forced by your subconscious to ask him who had the dirty mouth now. Instead you smiled to yourself. "What's so funny, you little whore?" Dean muttered in your ear as he flipped you onto your stomach and Took you from behind. Your hands wrapped around the top of the headboard, steadying yourself as both you and Dean grunted and moaned your way through every movement. Dean had one hand around your throat whispering some of the nastiest things you've ever heard fall from his lips in your life. "Nothing, daddy." You answered, leaning your head against the headboard of your bed. Apparently, Dean has a daddy kink you didn't know about. That name had a little more power than expected. Dean exploded in you with sloppy movements and curse words galore. As soon as Dean came down from his high, he collapsed on top of you in a sweaty, panting, but incredibly hot mess. "I love you, Mrs. Winchester." He whispered, kissing the shell of your ear. "I love you, too, Mr. Winchester." You smiled, grabbing his hand. "And as much as I love you, I don't think I want another kid right now. So you'd better pray your ass off that I'm not pregnant." "And, Lord, we ask that baby Winchester #2 would be a little boy and that he'd be here in nine months. Amen." Dean joked.

"DEAN!" You cried, laughing.

As soon as you both had cleaned up (you, of course, had Dean's help. He was the master if aftercare and wouldn't allow you to do anything after sex.) and gotten dressed for the day, you went hand in hand downstairs. Sam was sitting in the living room with Mary in his lap, helping her read a book. As soon as he saw you he made a gagging noise, rolled his pretty blue eyes, and flipped you off discreetly. The look he gave said "that was a little more than an hour."

"Oh, Sammy, oh, my dear, dear brother Sammy…one day you'll Find a woman and you'll understand." Dean grinned, picking you up carrying you bridal style to the kitchen.

[vivwritesfics]

can you do that 52 questions thing you did about landoscar and maxiel about loscar?

y'all i spent wayyyy too long looking for this lol

1. Who do you think can do several rounds at one night? - oscar 100% like on his own he has ya going several rounds, with logan in the mix oscar has him going several rounds

2. Who is more vocal in bed? Like moaning, grunting and complimenting - LOGAN!! like oscar loves hearing him lol

3. Who is better at giving oral? - oscar AT FIRST but then logan perfected the art form

4. Who is lasting longer at one round? - oscar holds himself back me thinks

5. Who is showing more intimacy? Like kissing, looking into eyes while sex - depends on the mood, like oscar can be, but logan always is

6. Who is better at missionary? - Y'ALL MEAN THE 'MERICAN MOVE??? 🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅

7. Who is better at doggy? - Oscar, has a grip so bruising its addicting

8. Who is better when you're riding them? ^^

9. Who is more likely suggest to make a sex-tape?- logan, honestly can see something like a landoscar fic i wrote where its over face time and it progresses from there

10. Who is more likely suggest you to invite his friend to spice up things? - oscar would have invited logan along and that's how things started lol

11. Whom you would wake up with blowjob? - it's oscars idea to wake logan up

12. Who is more gentle during sex? - like i said before oscar can be, but it's second nature to logan

13. Who likes to give marks? (Hikeys) - both boys freaking love it

14. Who likes to receive marks? (Scratched back and ass) - LOGAN LOVES WEARING MARKS, OSCAR LOVES SEEING LOGAN'S MARKS

15. Who is more fun to have sex with? (Like sex with actual laugh) - logan on his own is so giggly me thinks

16. Who is more likely suggest semi-public sex? (Like in WC at party) - logan gets horny when drinking so...

17. Who is more into praising? - nothing oscar loves more than watching them, controlling the pace and praising his loves

18. Who has longer dick? - i think they're probably pretty similar in length

19. Who has more thicker dick? - but oscar is thicker

20. Who is more likely send nudes to you? - logan gets oscar to take pictures for goofy nudes, like silly poses with his dick out and stuff

21. Who is more likely to cum early at your first sex? - logan 100% (i'm pushing a narrative here lol)

22. Who is more dominant? - OSCAAAAHHHHH

23. Who can fuck while standing? - can imagine oscar is doing the actually fucking but they're both holding her up

24. Who is more like to cum at blowjob? - again, logan definitely, doesn't matter who it's from

25. Who is more likely to give multiple orgasms? - oscar, like overstimulating logan is a hobby at this point

26. Who is more likely do angry or post-fight sex? - logan angry, oscar post fight/make up sex

27. Who is more into spanking and hair pulling? (Receiving) - logan, again doesn't matter who by

28. Who prefer to cum inside? - BOTH

29. Who is more trimmed and who has more pubic hair? - i think they're both well groomed

30. Who is most likely to cum in the same time with you? - logan, but with Oscar controlling it

31. Who has best hair to play with while making out? - both, but post makeout logan hair is something else

32. Who has best lips to kiss? - idk if i can choose but it's so fun to kiss logan and get him all blushy

33. Who has best broad shoulders? - its in the name, babe (broadscar)

34. Who has best strong back to scratch while sex? - again, hard to choose but oscar prefers to see the scratches on logans back

35. Who has best (strong, veiny) arms? Biceps and triceps - again, both (but holding oscars strong arm while riding logans thigh? daaamn i wanna write this now)

36. Who has best pecs/chest with nipples to kiss? - seen more of logan shirtless so imma have to go logan lol

37. Who has best abs to lick? - again we've only seen logan sooooo

38. Who has best happy trail? - again i feel logan would lol

39. Who has best ass to squeeze? - PIASSTRI

40. Who has best tights to sit on? - again, either of them but oscar likes to move her while she rides logans thigh

41. Who is more into shower sex? - logans more willing to try, oscar thinks it's a chore

42. Who is more into morning sex? - neither of them, oscar isn't a morning person and logan trains early

43. Who is more into quickies? - logan, but it's something he doesn't tell oscar about lol

44. Who is more into slow passionate sex? - both of them, but it depends on the day

45. Who is more into fingering? - oscar looooves watching her writhe while he fingers her

46. Who is more into handjob (receiving)? - Oscar looooves watching logan writhe while he drags things out, torments him

47. Who is more into cumming on you (back or stomach or etc)? - oscar is ever the artist lol

48. Who has vocal kink? (Likes to hear your pantings, moans and screams) - again oscar loooves hearing the both of them make all their pretty noises

49. Who has praising kink? (Likes to hear compliments) - LOGAN 100% (especially after the last few races)

50. Who has is more into boobs, into ass, into pussy - boobs: logan, ass: oscar, pussy: both

51. Who wears boxers and who boxer briefs? - seriously what is the difference?

52. Who is more likely to be best lover? - it's something that came naturally to oscar (making love instead of just fucking), something logan perfected over time

[phantasmiafxndom]

Okay! I knoooow that the obey me pet au request thing you did not AO3 was from 2021 and that was like so long ago-I know!

But I just wanted to say I finished reading all of them just now and daaamn! your writing is so good!

Like I actually cried on the Asmodeus and Beel ones!!

Which is saying a lot because I'm not someone who cries easily! IDK how you write emotions so well, but I'm obsessed with it!

Have an amazing day! :)

Glad you enjoyed it!! And that's not too long ago at all— my oldest fic on there (started in 2017) is still ongoing, y'know? XD

[borathae]

okay i disappeared im sorry, college was kicking my ass. but @anjokoo here again and i've finally catchen up with the fic and OMG I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW IT!!!! SHE'S A WITCH!!!!! AND HER GRANDMA TOO AAAAAAA i feel so smart that i catched that so early on lmaoooooo

now girl..... what you did to yoongi why whyyyyy i cried so much you have no idea, and when he was finally wanting to live too, you're cruel!!!!! also jungkook is MY BABY i love him more than anything. he pretending to take her to the coast but taking her to the witches instead he's so smart!!! it made me wonder tho, why no one else thought of that before like??? but anywaysss, his scenes are always so cute and he truly is the only one who gets oc for reeeeal. now taehyung, god don't even know what to say... he was keeping that inside and torturing himself with that for a long time huh? like tae is such a complex character... but he can't say he never gave up on her because honestly when jimin was dead he pretty much gave up on everything, and you didn't say much about what happened in that time skip but it definitely didn't look nice. tbh idk, they're cute together but it's also such a mess sometimes??? i guess i wasn't really focusing on taehyung's jealousy over yoongi, but after that i realized he was already ahowing it since the beginning, even after they made up and all. like i see those chapters in paris and the thing with fringella in a whole different light now. also it broke my heart when you said the others don't know what is like to have yoongi like that, because it's so real and it showssss. like as much as they care about him, he wasn't such a big part of their lives like he is for oc and jk, so the others just moved on and did their thing but how can jk and oc move on like???? im not saying the others shouldn't have but it just doesn't sit right with me how they kinda left her to deal with all that without any real assistance, specially with the magic part. it's no wonder it started to consume her and get out of control.

anyways this is getting way too long im sorry jzjaksjddj i was just so exited!! i love this fic, love your writing, can't wait for the next chapters!!!

also jungkook is MY BABY i love him more than anything. he pretending to take her to the coast but taking her to the witches instead he's so smart!!!

JUngkookie is my booboo no joke :( he is so!!! without him we still wouldn't have a cure 😭😭

i guess i wasn't really focusing on taehyung's jealousy over yoongi, but after that i realized he was already ahowing it since the beginning, even after they made up and all. like i see those chapters in paris and the thing with fringella in a whole different light now.

OOOH DAAAMN 👀👀

also it broke my heart when you said the others don't know what is like to have yoongi like that, because it's so real and it showssss. like as much as they care about him, he wasn't such a big part of their lives like he is for oc and jk, so the others just moved on and did their thing but how can jk and oc move on like????

I AM CRYING ON THE FLOOR PLEASE THIS IS HURTING MEEEE

THANK YOU FOR SHARING YOUR THOUGHTS WITH ME ISTFG I LOVE IT SO MUCH WHEN YOU GUYS TELL ME EVERYTHING YOU FELT EHHEHEHE 💜💜

[bigtopveggie]

YOU BETTER DO THE 18 AS WELL. 🔫

1. who do you currently produce?

Takamine Midori! Otogari Adonis! And Morisawa Chiaki! Can't have too many bois to produce or else the gacha hell will be endless but I'm lucky I'm very picky in a way~!

2. who did you first produce?

Midori of course! The first pick as the four stars and then my first banner boi as I happened to have started during the Hello Kitty event and Dollhouse banner!!

3. do you have a producersona?

I wish we could have one... I'm way more of a fan of gacha games where the player character is a supporting character in the background AND can be of any gender... I think I am too much of a canon stickler to have a producersona at the moment? ...... wait does Gatekeeper count he's not a producer but he owns the entire t—

4. what got you into enstars?

✨✨F E L I C I TY ✨✨my bestie!!! I LOVE YOU MWAH MWAH!!! Follow them for the best brat content!!!

5. what’s your favorite headcanon about the character you produce?

That Midori at graduation becomes the tallest idol in ES.

6. how long have you been in the enstars fandom?

A bit more than one year now thank you for having me!!! I'm happy to see it is not dead on social media and the in-game community is so earnest and lovely!!

7. what is your favorite unit?

RYUSEITAI! Immediately was drawn to them. I love the concept of Super Sentai, I found that having an idol unit of them was hilarious and their stories kept delivering! I love how amidst the other units they really are 5 very different people, I love how they keep bursting with personality and how healthy they are together! They make me all warm inside!

8. what is your favorite song?

Forbidden Rain definitely topped it all. I love swinger and having a jazzy song really made me go AAAAA because damn Enstars really does not like getting out of pop does it now. I was so happy too and Koga and Adonis' vocal performance really KILLED IT I knew about Ono Yuki's talent but daaamn I'm really happy to discover Hatano Wataru his range is insaaane IT IS SO HARD to reach this high a note and have a deep voice!!! Adonis the best singer frfr!!!

9. which unit do you think is the most underrated?

RYUSEITAI ofc! I get it vibes go first and sex sells but if you open your mind you'll find all that degenerate stuff and more..!

10. which character do you think is the most underrated?

ADONIS! Adonis is so slept on because he is not as. Ahem. Sexily aggressive as other characters. He does not bring the sexy fantasy angst which they did "somewhat" address it in Forbidden Rain, but then again the game criminally does not put his appeal at the forefront..!

11. do you have a least favorite character?

Boi. That entirely depends on the perspective of least favorite. I'm very much more of a meta media consumer personally rather than an immersed one! Meta wise in my general enjoyment... I think it's hard to pinpoint one least favorite? For the most part, I dislike the characters who make the reading not interesting or even grinding. Like they will drag the already dragging gacha game writing by... just being not interesting. Enstars send its characters on wild goose chases, they are just silly little guys, and if they are not silly well I'm falling asleep. So let's put Kohaku Oukawa, Yuuki Makoto and Isara Mao there at the top. You three are just white guys whose biggest personality trait is liking white bread. And then Sakuma Rei, Sakuma Ritsu, Himemiya Tori and Kagehira Mika because I Know What They Are Designed For And That Makes Me Uncomfortable, technically a whole other bunch do that but they are the worst at it. From an in-universe perspective, definitely Tenshouin Eichi, which I nod to all his fans who handshake me on his atrocities. He is the perfect encapsulation of extremely privileged martyr syndrome and the most cruel acts possible... on an animu high school scale, but an Emperor is still an Emperor. The same goes for those who applied it, I'm thinking Aoba Tsumugi and Hasumi Keito. Again, it depends entirely on how you want to consume Enstars. I like analyzing its world and charismatic characters. From my standpoint, it takes a lot of, to be polite, balls to see teenagers throw themselves off the school rooftop, see the first corpse be dragged off by the medics, and be like "Yes. The purge is working. Let's continue." until there are so many young deaths that there is an epitaph of them. Amongst many other policies. There is a certain level when in the benefit of the doubt or suspension of disbelief something just reach the threshold of ok this is not just the animu tragedy aesthetic (like idk Leo or Madara who have not done anything to entire communities their angst is self contained to their personal story) this is heavy shit. If someone sees this happen once and don't blink I just. Meta wise though? I'm a fan, great antagonists. The realism is what I believe make for this cast a really compelling drama. For Eichi I wish they leaned more into the side of him that is just absolutely discriminatory and cruel to people but then again the writing does not like to lean too hard on one side or the other for gacha projection sake sigh... if it wasn't the case I'd probably be writing him... Eichi is, at the moment, too crafted of a martyr for him to get to the "you meanie you annoy me" to "you are despicable I love you" threshold. Would love to RP someone who brings out this character's full potential! I had way too much to say on this segment, but that is how I enjoy media to just. Surgically break it down with all its flaws and love it for that.

12. what was your favorite event?

RYUSEITAI Climax, definitely. Unlike a. LOT of Enstars it had actually interesting and tangible character growth that kept echoing through the characters afterwards, very poignant moments and also every duo had their moments. The cast of the unit being this colorful and endearing made it a very enjoyable read where those clashing personalities actually challenge one another to become better people.

13. which server are you on?

Global English! I'm here for the characterization I don't think I could play a game I cannot read.

14. what card are you currently saving for?

For Yuruseitai and Adonis FS2 in two years... I wanna max those... so better start now... wish me luck.

15. what is your favorite ship?

16. what is your favorite underrated ship?

Can't say Midochia again because it is the most popular ship in the East so...

17. what non-problematic ships do you dislike?

What do you mean they are literally all problematic. Well... No. They are all problematic. I cannot think of a single ship in this game who is not problematic. Every single one of those characters are toxic little shits amped up to 11, that is why they are so fun to see frolicking around. Add intimate relationships and it explodes. Plus, they are also like. All colleagues. Being together is a big 🚩 that complicates so much of their life for no reason so even entertaining that thought in the idol world is oof. But ok let's imagine the question is about ships period. We're really talking here about me playing this game... in roleplay anything goes. Any ship with Kaoru that is not with a girl. There is way too much sausagefest in this leave one for the girlies. I do not care what y'all say anything Kaoru says is... like, anything all those characters say are so coworkery and talking about their idol sex appeal is also like saying to your coworker chef that they cooked the steak nice today. Ok. He's had the heaviest subtext about legitimately falling in love with the main character that I am like. Guys. Guys. Leave him there jfc why you hate girls that much. I also find most ships just wildly professionally inappropriate. I get the shipping as a fandom phenomenon, it's very fun. I mean in-universe. It's like. Putting your entire livelihood at stake for a coworker you find hot I'm kinda eeEeeehhH. Ships I like are usually ones where the intimate connection has been done outside of the industry (the easiest path being in the same school) and then those characters happen to end up in ES. Especially the Leader x Unitmate ones. Antis losing braincells on two years difference between teenagers and here I am losing braincells over work power dynamics I'm thinking way too hard on this—

18. what is your favorite shuffle unit?

AtoZ because I find Chiaki hot, Getto Spectacle for best song and Flambé for best aesthetic.

19. what are your favorite 5* and 4* cards?

I put that sundae card twice I know just assume I REALLY like it... Limited myself to Music!! because jfc...

Again the bunny twice... assume I am really into bunny bois...

20. what are your favorite 3* cards?

21. do you have a favorite story?

idkwhatthedifferenceisbetweeneventandstory? If we're talking about I wanna say the broader story narrative, Meteor Impact and Crossroads is definitely out there! If we're talking Main Story, Music!! first main story introducing ALKALOID and Crazy:B is nice and effective, I enjoyed the twists. SS gets points just because it introduced my best boi Gatekeeper.

22. do you have any enstars ocs?

Gatekeeper got OC-fied don't look at me.

23. do you interact with the enstars community often?

Outside the RPC no, I am on the reddit discord if I got questions (people touch grass and are nice for an occasional pop in) and I interact with the Midochia community on Twitter - everyone is really nice and supportive and we share a single braincell! I do send messages through the ingame chat, again people are mostly teenagers who are living their best life and just enjoying themselves and that is really the healthy type of players I like to be around so I'm sticking to it~!

[asafeplaceforus112]

For context we put our hair up in two braided piggy tails because we can't sensory deal with hair, but we like the appearance of hair

anyways one time we hadn't washed our hair much so the strands all bunched together in the braids and there were holes

an enby friend with short hair their whole life complimented us and asked how we did it

Then this other enby in the group went "its just a simple braid, its not all that special, she just has oily hair"

and like

I don't know, fuck you??? Fuck you sir!

There were so many ways to explain that it is a simple braid and that anyone could do it

for example

"its a beginner braid but its pretty"

Or something like that

like obviously defensive because I'm the one whos fronting and writing this but like did you really need to be an asshole about someone complimenting me?

like???

bitch?? why do you think my hair was oily??? like I just??

I don't know

tldr: don't be a dick! if someone compliments someone don't do what this dude

fuck this dude daaamn):<

[suiciderape]

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[oolongmilkteaaddict]

WHEN YOU WEAR A NEW BATHING SUIT

genre: slice of life

warnings: slightly suggestive, sexual jokes

characters: atsumu, matsukawa, ushijima, tanaka x f! reader

a/n: since it’s starting to be a little warm where I am I decided to write some of these haikyuu scenarios :)

ATSUMU ✼

once you told atsumu you bought a new bathing suit he immediately took you to the bathroom to try it on for him to see. you rolled your eyes at how fast he reacted when you said that. “ready whenever you are honey!” he yelled from the living room. “ok ‘tsumu.” you tied the last string around your neck before walking out. you peeked from the hallway to see atsumu eyes closed sitting on the couch. you sighed at him waiting it was pure comedy. you honestly thought about just not going out to see how long he’d wait. “ok i’m ready!” you appeared from the shadow of the hallway and he opened he eyes. he didn’t say anything. “you good? is it not cute?” you did a little twirl to show him the whole thing. it was a simple one piece with an open back nothing too scandalous. “are you kidding me of course it’s cute! daaamn you look good!” his last comment made you laugh. he walked up to you and put his hand on your waist and the other a on your back. his thumb softly rubbed the fabric of the suit. “come on let’s go.” he ran to the room you two shared. “go where?” “to the beach!”

MATSUKAWA ✼

you and matsukawa were spending the day at the beach. it was really hot and you both wanted to escape. it the perfect time to try your new bathing suit. it was a cute two piece with a purple floral pattern. it wasn’t too showy but just enough to how you liked. you couldn’t wait to see matsun’s reaction to your new suit. he parked the car once you both found a parking space. while walking to the beach he would sneak a glance at the way your walked in to your two piece, he stayed behind just to watch you walk. “hey perv, come on,” you called out to him catching him in the act. as you both finally settled down matsukawa grabbed you by the waist. “you look really good.” he whispered into your ear before having you sit down on the beach chair. that made your heart flutter. while at the beach you guys would okay in the water and whenever he would lift you up to throw you into the water his hands would skim over your waist or butt. he thought you wouldn’t noticed but you definitely did. let’s just say that two piece didn’t stay on for very long.

USHIJIMA ✼

at you university the schools pool was open for the day so you and ushijima decided to spend the day at the pool. as soon as you come out with your bathing suit he just said “you look good” but he said it so loudly causing you to laugh nervously. curiously he asked if the bathing suit you’re wearing is new because he hadn’t seen you wear that one. “ushijima i told i got a new one.” “oh right! yes i remember.” you turn around to reach into your bag and as you grabbed the sunscreen you felt his fingers touch your back before adjust the strap on your bathing suit. “it was loose.” he told you with a slight tint in his cheeks. “thank you sweetheart.” you say before kissing him on the cheek. every now and then he would notice other guys looking at you, so he always made sure you were near him because who knows what weirdo is thinking about approaching you.

TANAKA ✼

“come one y/n! let’s get into the pool!!” your boyfriend tanaka yelled before jumping into the pool. for the day you went over to tanaka’s house to go swimming. you laughed as you watched him yell cannonball at the top of his lungs. “i’ll be there in a minute lemme just change into my new swim suit.” you grabbed your bag and changed in the bathroom. before stepping out of the bathroom you put you hair up gave yourself a smile and walked out. as soon as you appeared before his eyes tanaka was mesmerized. “hey.” you give him a light slap trying to get him to focus. “it’s nothing special tanaka, calm down.” you chuckled kind of flattered by his reaction to you. it was only a one piece suit. it took your boyfriend a few minutes to gather his thoughts. “yeah you look…hawt.” he couldn’t keep it in. this caused you to laugh.

[everylastlinex]

chenford week prompt day 6: “I thought I lost you”

~3.5k words, rated T

very nervous about this one! but I wanted to write a teasing scene like this one of everyone ganging up on chenford since the finale and it took a completely different route!

a collaboration with the great @poppypickle and @farfarawaygirl, please read the full collection HERE and leave some love to your favorite chenford authors churning out fic this week!

When Lucy approaches the others at their usual booth, they all look up at her, a little too in sync if you ask her, all their faces in various stages of laughter. Jackson’s got his full on lmao lol lol lol laugh going (3 LOLs that he tacks onto texts for extra emphasis, yup), Angela’s got her head tilted back, dimples out, and Tim, well, his eyes are doing that twinkling thing, mouth curved in a telltale smirk. “What’s so funny?” she asks curiously, sliding into the booth next to Tim, trying to ignore the brush of their thighs, the way his stretched out arm doesn’t move from the back of the booth, his fingers brushing against her hair. How she feels the warmth of his fingertips on a few stray strands of hair, she doesn’t understand. Scientifically, it makes no sense. There are no nerve endings there, are there? But she swears she feels it nonetheless. “What’s the joke?” “We were just talking about people desperately flirting to get out of a ticket,” Angela says with a knowing smile.

“Are we talking about when I pulled over Mario Lopez?” Her voice gets excited, sharing a grin with Jackson at her celebrity encounter from last year. She can hear Tim scoff next to her and she pretends to shush him. “I let him go. It was a mock day anyway.” “Oh, sure, because it was a mock day,” Angela teases her with a wink. “Otherwise you totally would’ve written him up, right, Chen?” “Yes!!” But it comes out a little too loudly, and everyone at the table laughs at her, even Tim. She catches his eye and shakes her head at him. “I would’ve, excuse you all. I can write up hot guys, no problem. Jackson, remember when we pulled over that underwear model for Armani?” Jackson whistles appropriately at the memory, and Lucy nods in fervent agreement. “Daaamn, that guy was so hot. Like, those cheekbones,” he gestures towards his own vaguely, “and that dimple.” “Two dimples,” Lucy reminds him, sighing blissfully at the memory. “There were two dimples. He had one on each side.” “And he had all those photos ready to show us,” Jackson recalls. “And I still gave him a ticket. See?” She turns towards her former training officer with her chin tilted up proudly, as if proving to him she’d stuck to the exemplary training he gave her. Tim just raises an eyebrow at her in amusement, eyes still twinkling with laughter as they roam over her grinning face. “I personally think you should’ve taken up his offer to join him in the backseat.” Angela bursts into laughter, sputtering so hard she nearly spills her drink. “He offered what?” Tim asks, his usual stoic voice high-pitched in disbelief. “He said he only needed five minutes to get you to-“ “Jackson!” Lucy covers her face with her hands in embarrassment for a second, pointedly not looking Tim’s way, then continues to glare at her oversharing best friend. This is him when he hasn’t even finished two drinks. “I’m just givin’ them the whole story of how you resisted temptation, Luce,” he teases back, “all the background info on what you gave up.” “Well, I did, so, yeah, perfect record here, thank you very much.” She flips her hair back dramatically with a wave of her hand, beaming at them all proudly. “Don’t be so cocky, Chen,” Angela warns from across the booth, “it only takes one encounter to bring you tumbling down from that pedestal you’re on. Ask Tim.” She smiles slyly at her best friend, raising her eyebrows so high teasingly that they nearly disappear into her hairline. Lucy gasps loudly, turning in her seat to clutch Tim’s arm . “Oh my gosh! You let someone go? You never do! Who was it?” Tim simply shakes his head at her, eyes fixed on the label of his beer bottle intently even as his lips quirk into his trademark half smile. “Was it Kate Upton? Was it a Victoria’s Secret model? Was it a swimsuit model? Was she wearing a swimsuit?” “Jeez, Chen, no,” Tim scowls at her, “what do you take me for?” “Then who was it that made the mighty Tim Bradford fall?” There’s a second of silence at the table, until Angela pipes in with, “Nova.” “Nova who?” Lucy asks before she can stop herself. Then, it hits her.

Oh. “Oh, you guys are talking about- the undercover thing with-“ She shakes her head quickly and releases Tim’s arm, wishing the room didn’t suddenly feel twenty degrees colder, a chill going through her at the memory. It immediately makes her edgy and restless in her seat, her skin feeling scratchy all over as if it’s invaded her bloodstream. “Okay, but that wasn’t real, so, don’t worry, you’re still perfect, I mean, your record’s still perfect,” she says quickly. His eyes are locked on hers but she looks away from his steady gaze. She wishes she’d grabbed a drink before she sat down so she’d have something to hold in her suddenly restless hands. Thinking back to that stop makes her want to downright throw up her dinner. There had been the wave of pure joy at seeing Tim, even when she knew logically that her getting pulled over undercover could mean something going very wrong in terms of potentially blowing her cover. But seeing Tim after many stressful days away from home, after not having ridden with him for weeks since officially graduating her rookie year, the emotional part of her was drawn to him, eyes racing over the familiar lines of his face, breathing a little faster to take in his woodsy cologne, mesmerized by him like he was a figment of her imagination she’d hallucinated. But the fear overtook any joy when she realized she had to get him and Jackson out alive. When Dahrio’s plan was to simply shoot the cops and flee the scene, her only plea had been to try flirting, to try anything before she could let it happen. Not to Jackson, not to Tim, not them hurt and bleeding or dead on the pavement, her being forced to drive off because she can’t break her damn cover. Not Tim dead on the road because she got distracted and swerved and got pulled over.   Not because of her. “It was such bad flirting too, if that’s what you really want to go down in history as breaking your incredible willpower,” Jackson’s telling Tim, and Lucy forces herself to breathe through her emotions and focus on his words. “I mean, why don’t you come to the party,” he imitates in a high pitched voice, grinning at Lucy. “I mean, really, girl? That’s all you could come up with?” “Seriously, Chen, all the wide world of cop come-ons and you kept it PG?” Angela snorts at her from across the booth, shaking her head slightly. “I would get guys offering to let me cuff ‘em every few months on patrol.” “Right? That’s what I’m saying!” Jackson’s nodding with Angela now, the both of them looking at her with various expressions of disappointment, like she hadn’t done her best work and let them down. “Nothing about handcuffs, nothing about what he’s hiding under his uniform, I mean, it was bad.” Jackson is still laughing, and his voice sounds horribly high-pitched and terribly close and there’s just nothing funny about this, why doesn’t he understand? Lucy forces herself to take another deep breath. “Well, I’m so sorry I disappointed you,” she snaps, but they don’t seem to hear her over their boisterous laughter. She sneaks a glance at Tim and he’s staring at her quietly, like he’s trying to figure her out, like he’s sensing the shift in her expression and her body language even if he’s not asking about it out loud. He furrows his brows at her in a silent question but she quickly looks away, not allowing him to read the answers on her face, and turns back to face the duo across from her. “It’s not like I had time to prep running into-“ “You’re the hotshot UC,” Angela says teasingly, “you’re supposed to be able to think on your feet. Although not much to go on when you’re working with dead weight like Tim over there.” “Hey,” Tim says, frowning at his best friend, “I did just fine, okay?” “We’d have fun at the party,” Jackson echoes in a horribly low imitation of Tim’s voice. It’s enough to make Angela understand though, and she promptly bursts into giggles again. “Smooth. Real seductive, sir.” “Shut it, West.”

“I’m just saying, the two of you?” He points a finder between them. “A whole year of riding together side by side, and that’s the best chemistry you could come up with? Boring.” “It’s pretty pathetic,” Angela echoes. “I’d do better with Jackson and he’s gay.” “Hell yeah, we would,” her former rookie tells her, the two of them sharing an in-sync high-five without looking at the other. “We’d flirt up a firestorm.” “Okay, enough,” Tim says, rolling his eyes at them. “Let’s move on-“ “Luce, you could’ve at least batted your eyelashes at the guy-“ “I’m so sorry that my flirting was too shitty for you, Jackson, I was a little busy trying to save your life!” Lucy exclaims in a burst of sudden emotion, her hands flying up as if she’d like nothing more than to reach across the table and strangle her roommate. There’s a long beat of stunned silence at the table, and though Lucy doesn’t look at any of them, she can feel the three of them frantically exchanging glances with one other, trying to figure out what the hell she’s talking about. Lucy had de-briefed with Nyla, but with the emergency wedding which was then overtaken by Angela’s kidnapping and La Fiera’s escape, she never got to talk about the UC sting with Jackson or the others. There was no need to when so much had happened and they’d all moved on to keep up with the new, more pressing events.   “Lucy…” Tim’s voice is unusually soft next to her, a tone she hasn’t heard from him since he cradled her in his arms in the desert. She tries not to let her chin wobble when she hears it, blinking back the sudden rush of tears that threaten to flood her eyes. “What are you talking about?” Jackson’s confused voice interrupts anything Tim could have been gearing up to say. She’s thankful for that actually, she can focus more clearly on the anger she’s feeling directed towards her roommate instead of falling apart at anything Tim might say in that gentle tone of his. “What do you mean-“ “I mean, that Dahrio Solanga’s plan was to shoot you both and leave you for dead in the middle of the road,” she explains bitterly, nearly spitting the words at him, “so, yeah, I used a little quick thinking and tried plan B.” Jackson inhales sharply in surprise, eyes darting to Tim’s to see the same emotion on the senior officer’s usually unreadable face too. He hadn’t known this detail either. Angela looks just as shocked as she stares at Lucy, her face a mixture of horror and pride. “I… shit, Lucy, I didn’t know,” he says quickly, reaching across the table to grab her hand in apology, “we didn’t know. I was just messin’ with you-“ “Yeah, no kidding,” Lucy says with an eyeroll, pulling her hand quickly out of his grasp. “Next time I’ll just take my top off and throw my bra at him, thanks for the feedback.” She grabs her purse and moves quickly, head down and towards the exit, quickly marching down the sidewalk, past the restaurant and convenience store next to the bar, only stopping when the building ends and she can turn the corner and rest against the brick wall. She takes a deep and shuddering breath, tries to remain calm, forces her hands to unclench and her back to stretch, rolling her shoulders to release the tension. Breathe in, hold for two seconds, breathe out. Breathe in, hold for two seconds, breathe out. She’s blinking so furiously to drive back the tears that are threatening to come to the surface, that she nearly misses the relieved look on Tim’s face when he comes sprinting around the corner. He stops right in front of her, barely a hitch in his breath from the sudden burst of exercise. It makes her snort a little and remember how he’d give her a raised eyebrow and subtle tilt of his head, making her chase after those pesky evading arrest suspects, even if he could get to them faster. “Hey,” he says as if it’s all casual, her exploding on her best friend and leaving the bar, like it’s something that happens every other week.

He comes to stand next to her and she resolutely ignores him for a full few seconds. Finally, she looks up at him. His face is half shadows in the low glow of the streetlights but she catches the intensity of his eyes, the solemn way he looks at her like she’s a puzzle he hasn’t solved yet.

“What?” Lucy means to snap it at him, to be as annoyed with him as she was with Jackson, for all the residual anger to come out in that one word, but instead it comes out soft, like she can’t look at him and not be swayed. The cauldron of hurt and anger that was bubbling with emotion suddenly was calming into ripples of tenderness as soon as she saw his face. “Nothing.” When she arches her eyebrow at him, Tim gives her a small, reassuring smile, leaning forward the slightest bit to nudge her shoulder with his own. “Just ignore them, they’re messin’ around,” he tells her. “I know,” she says forcefully. “It’s not funny. I mean, if you know the whole story, it’snot.” “You’re right,” he nods at her, eyes blue and bright, full of an emotion she can’t name but has been seeing so frequently whenever she catches his gaze across the hall or the crowded parking lot or the low light of the bar, “it’s not.” “I was… I…” Lucy takes a big, shuddering breath, forcing herself to breathe through it, blinking away tears. They spill over anyway and Tim’s eyes follow them, down the path of her cheeks until a few disappear into the corner of her mouth. “I was really scared. I thought I was going to lose you.” “You didn’t. Hey,” he bends down the slightest, his hands resting on her shoulders firmly, sliding down to her elbows, blue eyes solemn as they meet her frantic brown ones, “you didn’t. I’m right here.” She nods, tries to look away from him so he doesn’t see the way her lips tremble at the memory of the fear gripping her, the churning of her stomach every second he was standing at Nova’s car door. But he won’t break eye contact and he sees the emotion displayed on every line of her face, a few stray tears managing to escape. Before she can turn away, he’s muttering under his breath and tugging her towards him, right into his chest. All of a sudden, she’s surrounded by so much Tim. It floors her completely, her senses invaded by him. How warm he is, how tall, the smell of his cologne which was always faint from a foot away in the shop but now is tickling her nose, invading her lungs and working its way into her bloodstream. There’s a hint of the clean scent of whatever laundry detergent he must use when he washes his Henleys. How his whole chest just rumbles as he talks, his voice echoing in her ear as if it’s coming from the source itself, from right inside his oh so honorable heart. “You did good, Lucy, you did. Jackson and I are fine. You’re fine. I’m right here.” She nods into his chest, takes in a deep breath of fabric as if she can inhale his strength and stability through it as well. How long they stand there, their arms around each other, she doesn’t know, she doesn’t want to know because then she’ll start overthinking it. All she knows is that this is the most safe she’s felt in a long, long time. Reluctantly, Lucy tilts her head back to look at him, millimeter by millimeter, almost wishing she hadn’t because he’s looking down at her and now she has no choice but to step back, move away and break the contact. “It was a tough day, that day,” Tim admits softly. His hands slide into the pockets of his jeans, as if to prevent himself from reaching for her again. He rocks slightly and Lucy flashes back to a night at the precinct gym, her ring being thrown at her, his shy smile as he turned away and left her lost in thought about a rescue he never took credit for. “And that night, when you didn’t make contact… I thought I lost you too. But you’re here, I’m here, we’re okay.” “I know,” she nods, releasing a huge exhale and trying to shake off the heavy feelings clouding her judgment. “I was just so scared I’d-” She stops immediately when she realizes what she was going to say, biting her lower lip as if to physically contain the words. “You what?” When she says nothing, Tim gives her his old TO glare, frowning at her with impatience written all over his face. “Spit it out, Boot.”

Lucy takes a ragged breath before sharing her confession. “That I’d lose you before I even had you.” Tim’s mouth drops open slightly in surprise at the sentiment, as if she’s broken a law by saying the words out loud. He takes a deep breath, eyes stormy as he looks down at her. “Lucy… hey, you have me. I’m already yours.” This time, Lucy’s the one who steps forward. Her hair brushes the bottom of his chin when she looks up at him and spies his jaw clenching with unknown emotion. Her hands travel up to the sides of his face as if by some command of their own and she watches his eyes flicker down to her lips and stay there until she utters his name breathlessly. “Tim.” “Be sure, Lucy,” he tells her fiercely, fingers tightening on her arms as if holding himself back until she gives permission, “because once we do this-“ She’s already sure. She leans up and presses her lips against his fiercely, silencing any other words he thinks he needs to say. It takes him a moment to realize what’s happened. His mouth remains still under hers for an entire millisecond, then he responds quickly with enthusiasm. His hands wrap around her waist, tugging her closer and kissing her back. She doesn’t know when it happened but suddenly she’s got her back against the brick wall, her front entirely covered by Tim’s broad chest as he leans down and kisses her fervently, all lips and tongue and low moans emerging from both of them. “Come home with me,” Tim murmurs when their lips break and he trails his lips over to her ear, his breath hot against her skin. She tilts her head up the slightest to smile at him, panting to catch her breath as she tightens her grip around his waist. “Hmm, aren’t you gonna buy me dinner first?” “Tomorrow,” he promises with a tiny smile as he looks down at her earnestly, “I promise.” “Okay.” She says it so simply that it catches them both by surprise, but the word makes her feel so much happiness that it can’t be wrong. Not when she sees the look of pure joy on his face. “I want to see Kojo anyway,” she adds just to watch him throw his head back and laugh. She lives for that laugh, she has been for so long but now she can finally admit it. He leans down to drop a kiss on her forehead, wrapping an arm around her as he leads the way back down the block. “Oh, you do, huh? That’s what this is about, getting close to my dog?” “Our dog,” she corrects quickly. Just when they’re almost at his truck, she hesitates, looking back the way they came. He pauses behind her, looking at her nervously like he’s scared she’s changed her mind. “I should probably go inside and apologize to Jackson, huh?” “I guess you could,” Tim says slowly. “Or,” he winks at her, “let him sweat. He was being an ass and he wasn’t even drunk.” Lucy giggles, smiling softly in thanks as he opens the passenger’s side door for her. “I’ll just text him for now, I don’t wanna make him feel bad all night.” He shakes his head at her in mock disappointment. “You’re too damn nice.” “It’s nice to be nice. You should try it sometime,” she teases back just before sliding into her seat. “Hmm. Maybe, maybe not. Being nice to you is enough for me.” Then with a wink at her, he closes the door, leaving Lucy’s heart racing and cheeks flushing, the whole night ahead of them.

[suckthatskittlebiiitch]

"Just ASK! Me!"

A/N: YALL I am in NO WAY a writer 😭 but this is just something thats been on my noggin and just HAD to bring this baby to life!! Again I suck at writing but hey why not?? Lol

Summary: Coco has been watching the same porno over and over, he wants to try something with you but to scared to ask.

"Hey baby I'm home!!" You walked in carrying groceries that you just bought from Walmart and sat them on the kitchen table. "Daaamn Mami what'd all you get?! You say you were only getting shit for tonight!" He peeked in the bags one by one. "Yeah well figured I'd get some for tomorrow night too!!" You pecked his lips and started pulling stuff out. While doing so coco barely looked at you.

"Something goin on with you baby?" You leaned against the counter staring at the mayan.

Coco scratched his head "nah?"

"Oh you lying to me now? Woooow ok come on cruz I know you better than you know yourself talk to me." You wrapped your arms around his waist kissing his exposed chest.

Coco sighed now finally looking at you with those big brown chocolate eyes that melted your heart. "Ok so I was watching this..porno..and um.. baby you know I love our sex life you be putting it DOWN Mami like that thing you do with your tongue in my..." you stopped him before he could finish. "Daddy I know how much you love that you usually show me all over my face" you giggled. "Now tell meee" a slight whine came out.

Coco bit his lip looking at the ground then finally at you. "So next time your riding me or I'm fucking you from behind..can...can I put a finger in your ass?" Once it finally came out he looked back at his feet. You stared at him just waiting to see if there was more but when nothing else did...you laughed. Which of course cause coco to mumble something in Spanish and roll his eyes "Know what just forget I even asked I knew you'd make fun of me" he turned to walk away but you grabbed his arm stopping him.

"My coco I'm not laughing at you!! Hell yeah you can stick a finger even two fingers in my ass!! I'm definitely down you know how nasty I like it daddy" He smiled looking relieved "yeah? So so why you laugh?"

You bit your lip trying to stop the giggle fit. "Because!! How is it your a big scary biker who can take apart then reassemble a gun in under 15seconds, cross the border while carrying heroin and SHOOT a guy between the eyes no hesitation...but your scared to ask if you can stick a finger in my ASS?!!"

At this realization coco bubbled with laughter along with you.

"Thats pretty fuckin funny but you know what? Mi dulce?" coco picked you up throwing you over his shoulder heading toward the bedroom "What?" You questioned while kicking your legs a little

"That ass aint about to be laughing in a minute" with a hard slap on the ass to drive his point home, coco showed exactly why all. Night. Long.

[johannas-motivational-insults]

8 and 12 for the writing asks?

8. How often do people catch onto your little details?

Sometimes! I love leaving breadcrumbs and hinting at things, tbh in general my writing is all about the details and a lot of them are hidden. Sometimes no one catches them at all, like there was the implication a couple chapters ago in Demons that Catra had a sort of implosion of hopelessness because of Shadow Weaver and was contemplating ending things the night before canon starts... like to me that was a real painful revelation that adds a lot of context to her behavior in 1x01-1x03 but then no one picked up on it (or if they did they didn’t say) and I was like aw daaamn a good bit of angst wasted. (Okay for real my writing is all about the details and the angst lmao.) On the other hand, there are some readers who often pick up on the little details and analyze the shit out of my chapters, putting a lot of pieces together. @gimme-tea-bitch and @ncamferdam can be counted on for that, and sometimes @droamiin and @malachi-walker have some real great insights too. It’s really a mixed bag. And of course there are the little details that people will only pick up on reread because the chapters aren’t published all together. So sometimes I won’t even know if people picked up on stuff until a story is finished and has been for a while.

12. What’s the hardest thing to write for you?

Sex scenes. Knowing I have an upcoming sex scene to write is a great way to sap all my motivation — it’s why I haven’t updated [redacted] in over a year. It’s not because I don’t like them, it’s because they are incredibly fucking tedious to write. They’re intricate with a lot of things you need to consider, like level of detail and whether you’re gonna focus more on emotional or physical aspects, on top of all the usual considerations when planning/analyzing what you’re trying to do/say with a scene. I find them difficult because even if you’re not super detailed, they tend to be heavy on description both external and internal (i.e. in the character’s head) as well as highly emotional. So they are taxing to write on many levels, and I really have to be in the right mood for it... and no that mood is not horny (in fact that is counterproductive because it’s distracting), it’s a certain level of motivation and focus that is difficult for me to maintain. I gotta be really locked in/in the zone for it.

Fanfic Day Meme

[langdxn]

Oof can you do 98, 81 and 92 for Xavier? 🥵💕

Daaamn these were the most Xavier things on the list, thank you so much anon! Is it weird I’m enjoying writing for Xavier a little more than Michael right now? It probably won’t last long but I’m LOVING it so thank you for the ask! 🥵

Campfire spin the bottle was a hit at Camp Redwood. With the added twist of snog or kill, you could choose to slaughter your designated partner instead of kissing them.

So far that night, Ray had been murdered three times, Chet had been kissed by everyone and Montana was covered in blood - not her own.

The bottle landed in your direction and you gulped so hard, you were convinced the whole campfire had heard. You’d developed a crush on Xavier over the months but your anxiety absolutely refused to let you get any closer. Besides, he seemed far more interested in Montana these days - after all, blondes have more fun, right?

You leaned to spin the bottle again with an overwhelming trepidation - what if it lands on Xavier? Would you have to kill him just to cover up your interest? Would he demand you kill him so he didn’t have to kiss you? He was only half-interested in the game itself, he’d already had a bit to drink and he was too busy trying to wind a cassette tape to play in his boombox. You’d been watching him in the corner of your eye, holding the tape an inch from his face and twisting a pencil into the reel. He was at his most adorable doing the most mundane things.

Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it) the bottle landed on Ray. He pleaded with you not to murder him because he already had a killer migraine, so you landed a quick peck on his lips and somewhat revelled in the ‘ooh’s and ‘aah’s that reverberated around the fire. Ray appreciated the backslaps he received from Chet and Montana but not the utterly evil glares emanating from Xavier for the rest of the evening. That is, after he finally fixed his cassette.

Philip Bailey and Phil Collins - Easy Lover. Was Xavier taking a swipe at you with his choice of song? Had everybody else noticed? Or were you the only one over-thinking the hell out of it?

———

A few drinks later, you excused yourself and retreated to the girls cabin under the pretence of ‘girl’s troubles’ wiping you out. Chet booed and Montana begged you to stay but your alibi was solid enough to bargain you out of the evening. Slamming the cabin door behind you and falling back against it, you wiped a weary hand down your face.

Fucking idiot, you chastised yourself. Wouldn’t this be a whole lot easier if you just grew some balls and told Xavier how you feel? At least if he rejected you, you’d only have to spend the rest of eternity avoiding each other around camp.

Slumping into your bottom bunk, Xavier rattled around your thoughts like loose change. There’s not much else to think about in the afterlife, especially when you’re stuck in the most generic summer camp this side of Crystal Lake.

The other girls wouldn’t be back until much later, if at all. Chances were Montana would head back with the guys and stay there, you’d have the cabin to yourself for a good few hours.

Privacy. For an entire night. In Camp Redwood.

Wouldn’t hurt to take advantage of it, especially after the way Xavier looked tonight in his grey short shorts. Those had been torturing you for weeks, the way they clung to him, the way they showed you just how big he was. They left nothing to the imagination, but that didn’t stop your imagination doing its job right now. You only had to close your eyes and you’d picture him leaning against a tree in those goddamn short shorts.

Your hand slipped deftly under the waistband of your jeans, figuring you were just about tipsy enough to avoid the complications of unbuttoning and unzipping. Closing your eyes firmly, you grazed a curled finger over your heat and keened your hips upon contact.

Touch starved? You? Of course not.

Stroke by agonising stroke, you remembered just why you didn’t touch yourself often. Nothing you could ever do with your own hands could quite match the skilful hand of an experienced man, one who realised that a girl’s clit was more a sensitive record player needle than an Atari joystick. Admittedly you hadn’t found such a man since winding up in Camp Redwood, but you remained hopeful nonetheless.

Your back arched intently as you frantically chased your high, your head sinking deep into your pillow and your hands burning with the devilish pace you set yourself to trace aimless circles around your sensitive spot.

Suddenly a throat cleared from behind you, causing you to yank your hand from under your jeans and fall flat against your mattress. Not quickly enough, of course, but it was better than accepting your fate and remaining attached to your soaking pants.

“Were you... touching yourself?” A familiar voice enquired, almost fascinated.

Xavier.

“Seriously? What are you doing in here, Xav?” You swung off the bunk to stand beside it as if your crush had issued a roll call.

The painfully gorgeous actor paced towards you from the shadows of the cabin door, stopping an inch away from your face. He exhaled so deeply, your hair fanned behind your shoulders.

“You were, weren’t you?” Xavier towered over you, excitement dancing across his lips as he searched your gaze for an answer. “Was it Ray? Did you jack off to Ray?!”

“What?! No! We’re... just friends.” You shrugged as a little white lie coursed through your intentional pause, anything to distract you from the awkwardness of Xavier’s lips hovering so close to yours, practically daring you to chase him.

“So if it’s not Ray, then who is it baby? Who do I have to kill so they don’t touch my girl?” Your pulse booming in your ears, knees giving way, blinking becoming frantic and your hands shaking like a stuck record - you were the image of a petrified sorority girl cornered by her crush and you knew it. Problem was, so did Xavier.

“Baby doll, I think before you can be honest with me, you need to be honest with yourself.”

His words poured over you like the song on the radio you can’t bring yourself to turn over. Leaning into you so your lips brushed against his, you melted and chased his desperately. As soon as he caught on, he nudged his head back with a teasing ‘nuh-uh’ while a frustrated moan escaped your tongue.

“I’m not going to touch you unless you beg,” he smirked, emphatically waving his hands at his side. Your gaze dropped to your feet, scrambling for a witty response after all this incessant teasing.

“Then I guess I’d better get on my knees...”

[jae-bummer]

A  Perfect View

Request: Hellow! Can I ask for something really fluffy with Jay Park? Maybe a first kiss or anything of your choice? Thank you angel💕             

Pairing: Jay Park x Reader

Genre: Fluff

**Warning: Rough language...cause that’s how I write for Jay Park.

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“28 days,” Jay grumbled, pacing back and forth before his living room window. His brows were furrowing in frustration as he put one foot before the other. “A long 28 days.”

“Since you last saw saw each other?” Gray asked lazily, looking up from his phone screen.

“Since we’ve been dating,” Jay said shortly, continuing his angst-filled stroll.

“Okay,” Grey hummed. Jay could tell his friend was completely disinterested, which seemed to irk him even further.

“We still haven’t kissed,” Jay blurted, unable to hold in his personal torment any longer.

“Who?” Gray sighed, finally putting down his cell.

Jay bit his lip in an effort to not roll his eyes. “Do you need the cliff notes, motherfucker? Y/N and me!”

Gray blinked a few times in confusion before his mouth opened slightly in surprise. “You haven’t kissed?”

Jay solemnly shook his head.

“But...you’re Jay Park,” Gray chuckled.

Jay tried to hide his laugh as well before letting out a groan. “I think that’s the problem.

Actually, he knew it was the problem. Not that it was necessarily a problem. Most days he thoroughly enjoyed being Jay Park, but in this certain circumstance, it seemed to be a bit problematic.

“Is there a reason?” Gray asked, tilting his head.

“Probably,” Jay sighed. “Well...yes, there is, but I feel kind of shitty about it.”

“Not much hits your conscience,” Gray hummed. “So it must be serious.”

.

Jay had met you at a record shop located in a back alley somewhere in Hongdae. Record shops were a favorite of his, even considering his collection was relatively small. He loved the idea of having something tangible in his hands after creating music. In a dystopian future where all computers inevitably failed, none of his music would be accessible on digital platforms. His music could always play within those small grooves carved into the vinyl though.

Post-apocalyptic existential crisis aside, he had wandered into the shop for a reason, but quickly realized that reason had pivoted to become you. With his cap pulled low over his eyes, and his mask secured over his lips, he had been elbow deep into the hip hop bins. Hearing a light giggle, he looked up to find you on the opposite side of the isle, scanning through albums as well. He instantly became less preoccupied with what was in his hands, and more at what was before his eyes.

“Can I help you?” you had chirped, sending him a glare.

Letting his creepy smile turn into a grimace, Jay immediately realized that 90% of his face was covered up. You probably had thought he was going to kidnap you.

“Sorry mami,” Jay chuckled, ripping off his mask and tilting his hat to sit further back on his forehead. “I don’t mean to bother you, but daaamn.”

“I’m not sure if you think you’re giving a compliment?” you deadpanned.

“My apologies again,” Jay had stuttered, suddenly more nervous than he could ever recall being in front of someone he was interested in. “It’s just been quite some time since I’ve talked to such a tasty-”

You rolled your eyes, causing him to halt. He could hardly believe it as you spun on your heel and focused on the record table opposite you.

Blinking slowly, he attempted to recover. Normally he would have just left it at that. Find another person to lick his wounds with later, but no, he couldn’t give up just yet.

“Excuse me,” he cooed, shuffling around the tables and moving to stand beside you. “Did I say something to offend?”

“You didn’t have to,” you hummed, not even bothering to give him the dignity of eye contact. “I know your type.”

“My type?” he questioned.

“You’re Jay Park,” you croaked, finally tilting a brow as you turned. “Do you think I live under a rock? I would probably be safer if I did to be honest...”

“I don’t know what you’re assuming about me, but-”

“I don’t have to assume anything,” you said, cutting him off again. “Because I know. I do not want to get involved with you, so please leave me alone.”

Jay had nodded, taking the hint.

But he wasn’t one to give up.

Retreating to the register to finish his purchases, he left a $100 bill with the cashier. He had instructed to cover your purchase, and let the attendant pocket what was left over.

Just as long as the attendant handed over the small card with his name and number on it.

It was two days before you finally bothered to text him.

Not because you necessarily wanted to, but because there was something you couldn’t ignore about Jay Park. His charm and good looks aside, you knew why he had approached you, and you knew you needed to set boundaries.

.

“I have to prove I’m not a complete fuck boy before Y/N will ever put her lips on me,” Jay grumbled to Gray. “Or really show any type of intimacy I guess.”

“So...you’re not to be trusted?” Gray laughed.

“I mean...if I asked you on a date, and you knew only my public image, would you trust me?” Jay grinned.

“Okay, fair,” he nodded. “Only if the world knew how boring the reality of your life was.”

“I rap about sex and parties,” Jay grumbled. “But really I binge watched the Bachelorette last night.”

“Oh yeah? Which season, I thought about starting-” Gray began, only to catch himself. “Did Y/N explicitly tell you this?”

“Well...in so many words,” Jay sighed. “She has up some thick fucking walls. Everyone has a story about how they’ve been shitted on romantically, but I haven’t been privileged enough to learn the finer details of hers. She never said she wouldn’t kiss me...or that she doesn’t trust me, but I can tell.”

“You’ve been dating for nearly a month,” Gray muttered. “If it hasn’t happened by now...”

“Doesn’t look good, does it?” Jay chuckled sadly.

.

.

You leaned against the bars of Jay’s balcony and took a deep breathe in. It was the first time you had allowed yourself to go to his apartment, and you were glad that you had. The view from his floor was absolutely incredible. You hadn’t seen sky lines like this in the entirety of your life.

Glancing over your shoulder at your handsome host, you tried to hide your smile. He was looking at you with the same interest that you were looking at the night sky.

“You look like you have something to say,” you chuckled, looking back out to the city below.

“Oh, you know I always have something to say baby girl,” he hummed. “Depends on how R-rated you want it to be.”

“You’re disgusting,” you grumbled.

“You love it,” he cooed.

You shook your head, setting your elbow on the banister, and your chin on your palm.

“And your silence says everything,” he sang, taking the few steps to separate the space between the two of you. Leaning his forearms against the bar, he swiveled his face to glance in your direction. “Tell me something.”

“Something specifically? Or anything?” you smirked. You absolutely loathed that you cared so much about the man beside you. He was supposed to be a playboy. He was supposed to embody everything you should stay away from.

But no, you kept finding yourself running faster and faster toward him.

“Specific,” he grinned. “Why has it taken you so long to come here?”

“Wouldn’t want you to get the wrong idea,” you hummed, trying to keep your voice even. He was just as pleased about you visiting as you had been at the view.

“Like you would EVER give me the wrong idea,” he laughed. “I’m well aware of our unspoken agreement.”

Lifting your brows, you straightened, and turned to him. “Unspoken agreement?”

“You don’t trust me,” Jay confirmed. Something in his flawless face was pained.

“Oh?” you croaked. You felt as if your heart had dropped to your stomach. He really thought that?

“Well, do you?” he asked, tilting his head as if he were a puppy.

It was complicated. You knew that, and you knew that he knew that. You had just as many trust issues as the next person, but maybe it was time you started to go a little easier on Jay.

He was nothing like what you had imagined. Conceited, self-centered, and sex-driven. No, he wasn’t anything like that at all. In the brief time he had allowed you into his life, he was driven, kind, and loyal at all times. He cared fiercely for those around him, and was willing to make you one of those people.

So maybe it was time you let him.

Especially if he was willing to accept you, sharp edges and all. 

“I do,” you swallowed.

His eyes grew wide as he inspected your face.

“Believe me or don’t,” you sighed, looking down to your shoes.

“I believe you,” he nodded. “I just wasn’t expecting it.”

“What were you expecting?” you asked, dreading the answer.

“A dirty look,” he chuckled.

You tried not to roll your eyes, and attempted to hide the smile he always seemed to insight.

“You’re probably getting sick of those, aren’t you?” you grinned. Moving forward a step, you took his hand into yours. Mild shock filled his face as he looked down to your now intertwined fingers.

“I don’t get sick of any look you give me,” he smirked. “I just like when you look at me.”

This time you allowed your eyes to complete a roll.

“Even when they’re dirty,” he cooed, chewing on his lip.

The tone of his voice caused your stomach to knot, and send your eyes peering up at him again. He was much closer than you had anticipated, his breathing quiet and slow.

“...wouldn’t it be a shame,” he began, tilting his head to get a better view of you. He lifted up his free hand and ran a finger along your cheek. “If we let this view go to waste, and not commemorate the moment?”

“This view?” you croaked. “I could always come over again and it would be the same view.”

“No, not of Seoul,” he chuckled softly. “I’m talking about this view of you.”

“Oh,” you breathed.

“I won’t kiss you unless you want me to,” he whispered. “Not until you’re ready.”

“I don’t know if I’ll ever be,” you admitted.

“Then we can wait,” he nodded.

“But I don’t want to wait,” you continued. “Not anymore.”

Jay nodded again, sliding his feet the few possible centimeters to press his body against yours. You thought you would stop breathing as you felt his warmth against you, but knew if you did, you wouldn’t get to enjoy this moment.

“I’ve waited 28 days for this,” he chuckled.

“You’ve counted?” you gasped.

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” he grinned. “Because I’ve wanted to kiss you since day one.”

“Then you should probably start making up for lost time then,” you said quietly.

Jay’s smile was gorgeous as it grew closer, his lips not wasting another moment. Crashing into yours with intensity you didn’t know existed in such an intimate action, you nearly fell backwards. Hardly able to keep the smile from appearing between his gentle motions, Jay used his mouth with tenderness. His fingers had long since abandoned yours, with both hands now sweetly cradling your face. If you had felt out of breath before, your oxygen levels were currently at a critical low. His lips were soft, and with no surprise, he was an amazing kisser. With every renewed vigor, a spark would ignite in your stomach.

After minutes that seemed like much less, Jay finally leaned away from you and took a deep breath. “If we keep this up, we’ll be out here all night.”

“And you’re saying that like it’s an issue?” you grinned.

“I think the view of my couch with that ass cuddled up on me is just as good as this one,” he hummed. “I may even kiss you a there too if you’re lucky.”

You shook your head, reaching up to run your hand along his jaw. “I think I’m pretty lucky already.”

[zabdielsdejesus]

okay i love your writing!!! can u do something about Chris or zabdi getting jealous bc you like lunay a little too much?? (just found out about that boy and im in love 😍)

OMGGG do not even get me started on Lunay! i’m so glad you found out abt him because he deserves to be known!  ok i’ll pick zabdi for this one because they’re both puerto ricans so that could be an extra factor for the jealousy thingy fdhs

It took you one music video to be hooked on the charm of this new Puerto rican artist. Just one. But one video soon turned into two, three…until you watched the young man’s entire discography. During car rides, the volume would instantly go up once Soltera Remix would play on the radio, showing your boyfriend the new piece of gold you have found. And he liked it. The song was a hit, no one could deny it. As a latin boyband member, he naturally asked about this new artist. Where he was from? What was his name?

Lunay

But one night, your boyfriend’s reaction to your love for a new artist switched when his brown eyes studied his Instagram activity feed.

Y/INSTA USERNAME liked 8 posts

Y/INSTA USERNAME left a comment on @lunay’s photo: daaamn papi 🔥

They were all pictures of Lunay and your boyfriend was surprised to see how attractive this young man actually was. Soon, the pictures and your comment were enough to take a toll on his confidence.

Thursday, July 18th, the date displayed on your phone screen.

It was an important day for Zabdiel as he and his bandmates would host Premios Juventud for their very first time.

Staring at your reflection in the mirror, you applied your favorite lipstick — the final touch of your daytime outfit. 

“Where are you going?” he inquired as he grabbed his jacket.

“I’m coming with you. I want to support you during the final rehearsals, baby,” you said. It was the truth but not entirely the truth. When you saw Lunay’s instagram stories as he stood inside the venue of the show, you couldn’t help but want to go with your boyfriend so you could meet him.

The place was overwhelming. Cameras placed in every corner of the spacious venue, production assistants running everywhere to make sure every little detail was impeccable. Purple strobe lights illuminated the imposing stage while your boyfriend gave you a small kiss on your cheek and left you.

He climbed on stage with the rest of the band, a mic in his hand as they started to rehearse the introduction part of the show.

You watched, a sheepish smile on your face before you heard a familiar voice behind you.

“Mi gente, Premios Juventud esta noche, hay muchas sorpresas…”

You turned around to see your favorite current artist recording an Instagram Story and your heart skipped a beat.

Oh shit. He’s so good looking. Do I come and talk to him? Should I wait until he’s finished recording his story? 

Many thoughts ran through your mind while your eyes were still glued on the attractive Puerto Rican.

And his gaze finally met yours as he pushed his phone back into his pocket.

“Hi,” you timidly said.

“Hola mami!”

Oh God, help me. You were internally fangirling like an idiot but tried really hard not to let it translate through your body language.

“Hey,” you repeated. “Um, can I get a picture? Una foto por favor?”

“Si, of course!” he spoke, his infamous smirk playing on his lips. His arm wrapped around your waist as he pulled you closer to him, ready for you to finally take a selfie with him.

“Thank you so much, I’m a big fan!” you smiled.

“You’re welcome, mi amor,” he first said as he kept his grip on you. You were surprised to hear that he could actually speak english, his Puerto rican accent very similar to that of your boyfriend’s.

“Come on, show me the picture,” he suggested as you leaned forward and showed him the selfie you both had taken.

“Ah, we look good!” he exclaimed. 

Your cheeks flushed a light pink and a giggle escaped your lips.

While the man started to ask about yourself: your name, what you were doing here and so on, in the background, the boys were introducing the next nomination category. 

But when Zabdiel’s line came, he froze. For the past five minutes he had been staring at you and Lunay. While he couldn’t hear what you were both saying, you giggling while his hand rested on your small waist surely didn’t look good from where he was standing. 

Chris nudged his side, indicating him that it was his time to speak but instead he stuttered, eyes still locked on you.

Naturally, the boys followed his gaze and soon five pairs of eyes were on you while a heavy silence set in.

It was only then that you looked around, wondering what had happened before you noticed the dark gaze burning into you.

“Okay, take five!” one of the production assistants yelled as Zabdiel handed him back the mic. His steps were heavy, almost aggressive as he walked down the stage.

Having a crush on an artist was fine. But when this artist was clearly flirting with his girlfriend while she seemed to enjoy it, then things became a little more serious to him. In addition, the two men shared the same nationality and as he made his way towards you, all he could think of was how you’ve told him before that Puerto Rican accents were your weakness.

Gently, you pulled away from Lunay, offering him a small smile. One look was enough for the young artist to understand what was going on. 

Surprise washed over your face when you saw your boyfriend greet Lunay as though nothing had happened. They introduced eachother, complimented eachother’s work until Zabdiel mentioned you.

“So I see that you met my girlfriend?” he rhetorically inquired.

“Yeah, she’s very nice. Tienes suerte, papi!” Lunay politely answered, clearly not looking to get into trouble with the older man.

Neither was Zabdiel. He wasn’t the type to go and fight a guy who clearly was innocent. Obviously, he didn’t know you were taken nor did he know you had the biggest crush on him. But Zabdiel knew. And that was enough to provoke him. 

Your boyfriend’s arm wrapped around your shoulder as he grabbed your jaw a little harshly than usual and leaned in for a passionate kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth.

“Behave,” he whispered against your lips before he saw his competition leave.

He finally got what he wanted : making sure your celebrity crush knew you weren’t available as well as teaching you a lesson by ruining your fangirl moment.

[fieldfullofbangtan]

bts reaction: calling them daddy

WOOOW ok so this is a little NSFW. I rate it pg16 and im an innocent sweet little lamb so writing this made me cringe/want to die (lowkey tho it was fun but my chinese mother would fuckin murder me if she read this). So Jesus forgive me for this mild smut.

Seokjin

You had been thinking about calling him that in bed for a while and accidentally let it slip while eating dinner with the rest of the gang. 

- Can you pass the kimchi daddy?

Everybody stared at you in shock and both you and Jin looked mortified. But slowly a proud smile appeared on his face.

-  Y’all hear that? I’m daddy. 

Namjoon

He had been dropping hints by calling you “his little girl” etc, so you knew that he was looking for you to say that one word, you were just waiting for the right time. But he had been teasing you for way too long that night and you were on the verge of tears, it came out of you as an automatic response.

- Daddy please just fuck me already.

- What did you just say?

His little smile from before would fade and his eyes fill with lust. 

- Daddy-

Before you could even finish he was all the way buried inside you.

Yoongi

As soon as he heard that word out of your mouth his sex game would reach it’s peak. He’s usually not super kinky, just a little rough, but holy shit you got him fucked up by calling him daddy.

- Kitten, you’re going to need a safeword if your gonna start calling me daddy, cuz I can’t control myself.

Hoseok

Hoseok was surprised, not because you said it but because of how much he liked it. He was usually the one who could make you melt in a few seconds but now you’ve found his kryptonite. Whenever you wanted him to do something you could just smile your beautiful smile and say

- Please... D-

- Don’t you say it.

- Daddy~

- Ugh fine... How am I suppose to say no to that.

Jimin

You were feeling a little naughtier than usual so when riding the elevator with everyone else you leaned in and whispered a little something in his ear.

- Daddy, I’m not wearing any underwear.

A shiver went down his spine and he felt his pants become a little tighter.

- I promise I’ll take care of you later ok baby? 

He took your hand and sqeezed it to try and control himself, knowing damn well If you continued he’d take you right then and there in the elevator.

Taehyung

Taehyung walked into the workroom and he looked even finer than usual. He started to untuck his shirt and you couldn’t help yourself. You wanted to make him flustered.

- Daaamn daddy~

Taehyung chuckled through his embarrassment. After a few seconds of silence everybody else joined in.

Jimin - Yaas slay me zaddy.

Jungkook - Fuck it up papi

Jungkook

He wasn’t used to being seen as the dominant one since he was usually the baby of group. You had wanted to call him daddy for the longest time but worried that he wouldn’t be into it so instead you said it in an almost joking manner to test the waters.

- Babe can you get me a water?

- Yes daddy.

You smiled teasingly but his face remained blank. He stared at you dumbfounded while you walked to the kitchen and as what you said sunk in he’d be more turned on than ever before. Let’s say he wasn’t thirsty for water anymore.