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belliesandburps · 4 months

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Demonic Belly Love (Sadao x Ashiya Stuffing Fic)

Been a minute since I posted a kink fic, but here's another late December reward I just wrapped. This time, focusing on Sadao binging on a whole lotta Mgronald's because no self-respecting demon is gonna let all that junkfood go to waste.

The end result of which is a very bloated and burpy Sadao, which Ashiya doesn't mind one iota. ;)

“Sire, is this truly wise?” Ashiya asked while scratching at the back of his neck uneasily while the sound of munching and gulping filled the air. He watched as his young master sat on the ground, dressed in his usual T-Shirt and boxers combo, greedily munching away on burgers like the end times were fast approaching.

Sadao swallowed hard, sending a sizable lump down his throat before he huffed to himself and licked his lips. “Look, we had a huge takeout order that had to cancel after everything was already made. I wasn't about to let all this stuff go to waste. Plus, it tastes like crap if ya leave it in the fridge and reheat it,” Sadao insisted before taking another hearty bite of his burger. “So, unless you wanna jump in and help me eat more-”

“-Sire, truly, I simply cannot eat another bite before I start to experience digestive discomfort,” Ashiya chimed in, holding his stomach protectively with one hand. Though it wasn't visibly bloated the way Sadao's stomach was starting to get, it was nonetheless pushing against his shirt slightly.

“Well, there ya go then,” Sadao remarked with his mouthful before swallowing heavily, huffing, and going right back to munching away. “Besides, how often do I get to chow down like this?”

“...About once a week...” Ashiya muttered under his breath.

“What was that?” Sadao asked a little sharply.

“Nothing!” Ashiya said with an all too sweet and innocent smile, one Sadao didn't buy for one second, but nonetheless, let go so he could go back to his binge-eating.

The young demon ate at a rapid rate. His sharper, inhuman teeth made quick work of every burger or handful of fries he shoved into his greedy maw, causing every mouthful he gulped down to send a sizable bulge down his neck. Ashiya watched as Sadao continued to voraciously wolf down all that fast food, having been given a front row seat to Sadao's gluttony on numerous occasions, especially whenever there was left over food at MgRonald's in need of disposing.

Granted, both young men were demons, so even a whole lot of fast food wasn't even close to the most either of them could wolf down. But even though their appetites were unmatched compared to any other humans, in these young, lean human bodies of theirs, they did have their limits. Especially when it came to junk food.

Though, with Sadao, Ashiya could never gauge just what those limits were. When it came to free junk food, Sadao was a bottomless pit...

Sadao just ate and ate, sending more of that greasy, salty goodness down his gullet; devouring all he got his mitts on at a feverish pace. Ashiya was kind of astonished at how fast that pile of burgers and pepper fries was vanished. Honestly, if they ever held any cash-prize eating contests in-town, Sadao could probably clean out the competition with ease.

As time went on, Sadao's gorging slowed down; the sheer volume of food filling him up was starting to take its toll. Taking a break from stuffing his face, Sadao leaned back and groaned. “Whew, oh man, I'm gettin' pretty full...” Sadao moaned, rubbing his belly with one hand while the other rested against the ground for support. The usually flat organ had grown quite bloated at that point, rounding out beneath his shirt by over a foot, stretching his shirt out to the point where Ashiya could see a clear outline of Sadao's bellybutton.

Ashiya couldn't help but notice a sliver of flesh exposing itself from the bottom of Sadao's shirt, and blushing a little at the sight of his masters smooth, tanned flesh.

As Ashiya was about to suggest that maybe Sadao call it a day, a prolonged, gaseous gurgle erupted from Sadao's heavy belly while he rubbed it. Sadao grimaced with discomfort for a moment, until he lurched his head back and let out a big, rumbling belch. The abrasive sound echoed throughout their tiny apartment and could've easily been heard from outside.

“Sire, honestly...” Ashiya muttered, shaking his head.

But Sadao just sighed with relief and gave his belly a couple of hearty pats of satisfaction. “Oof! Damn, did I need that, heh...” he moaned out, giving his round gut one last relieved smack and ushering another burp in the process. “Hehe, think I made a lil more room there too.” Sadoa's grin turned impish with that as he turned back to the remainder of his fast food feast, and went back to chowing down.

As more and more burgers vanished down Sadao's gullet, his midsection continued to steadily swell out, growing rounder and heavier with each juicy, greasy burger he greedily devoured. Ashiya watched in real time as Sadao's already bulging belly expanded more and more. The blood rushed to his cheeks as the bottom of Sadao's shirt continued to ride up higher and higher, exposing more of Sadao's burgeoning bare belly as it grew weightier.

Sadao was getting so bloated that he had to scoot back just to keep his globular gut from pushing against the little table they had on the floor.

The young, overstuffed demon lord just kept on packing it away, eating more fast food than any being on this planet could ever justify wolfing down. He paused periodically to catch his breath or to rub his ever-expanding gut.

Sadao also found himself burping more frequently, both to make as much room in his heavy gut as he could manage, but also because of just how gassy all that junk food was making him.

The young demonic frycook kept at it, powering through his dwindling pile of burgers and fries, all while his growing gut gurgled and churned the more Sadao filled it up. Until finally, a long last, every last scrap of food was churning away inside of Sadao's utterly enormous stomach.

Ashiya honestly couldn't recall the last time he'd seen his liege so stuffed before. Sadao's gut had ballooned out by over two feet, riding his shirt up just below his chest, exposing the entirety of that dome. Not only were his thighs spread out to give that fleshy beachball of a belly some desperately needed breathing room, but Ashiya couldn't help but notice that Sadao's hefty gut was weighing his boxers down, showing off more of Sadao's hips in the process.

Sadao just sat there, groaning in an overstuffed daze for a few moments, before a long, rumbling belch erupted intensely from his maw for a good five or so seconds straight. When it ended, Sadao huffed breathlessly, then, using his hands against the ground for support, he slumped back, his huge belly wobbled from the motion while everything digesting within Sadao sloshed noisily.

“...Urrrgh, dude...I'm gonna buuuUUUUUrrrrrrrst...oof...” Sadao tried to speak up, only to cut himself off with another overstuffed burp that left him huffing and hitting his chest a few times to clear his windpipes.

“I'm kind of amazed you haven't already, sire,” Ashiya mused as he ogled his master and roommates' girthy gut with a hint of lust.

Muffling a rather deep burp behind his fist that puffed out his cheeks, Sadao exhaled the gas off to the side and grunted out, “Mph, y'mind doin' something about this, man...?”

Ashiya's eyes practically bugged out of his skull.

“...I...uh...w-why, of course, sire...i-it'd be my pleasure!” Ashiya insisted, swallowing thinly as he sat directly behind Sadao and, all too eagerly, wrapped his arms around Sadao's sides and placed both of his hands on Sadao's big, bubbling belly.

The big, churning organ felt so unbelievably soft to the touch, and so invitingly warm. Due to his demonic digestive system, everything Sadao ate churned away so much faster than it would for an average human. The result of which left Sadao's ample midsection much softer and jigglier than it would otherwise have been, being left so stuffed.

Ashiya practically shuddered at the sensation, but not as much as Sadao did when those long, delicate fingers began to gently stroke every inch of that vast belly.

“Groooaaaahhhh...hoooooly crap, that feels incredible, dude...” Sadao all but purred as Ashiya gingerly rubbed his belly.

“I live but to serve, my liege,” Ashiya replied, letting Sadao lean his back against his broad chest while he kneaded and caressed that big ball of flesh.

Ashiya kneaded into Sadao's belly, using his fingertips to really work out any knots in Sadao's stomach muscles that he could feel. All the while, Ashiya ogled Sadao's belly, marveling longingly at the swollen mass weighing the otherwise skinny demon lord down. He especially couldn't take his eyes off of Sadao's bellybutton; tightened yet a little deeper than usual.

As Ashiya rubbed, he looked down from past Sadao's shoulder and just took in the sight of the young demon lord's belly in his hands. He bit his lower lip and remarked, “I must confess, sire...unhealthy though your eating habits may be from time to time...this look suits you quite nicely...”

Even in his overstuffed state, Sadao managed a weak but cheeky smirk back at Ashiya from overhead and said, “Heh, what, ya wanna see your demon lord turn into a giant fatass now?”

“I confess, there is something rather...appealing, seeing your belly take on such a...corpulent state...” Ashiya conceded, stroking his hand down the side of Sadao's glutted gut, and starting to caress his oh-so-tender underbelly, before gripping at the soft underside and giving Sadao's belly a slight jiggle.

The jostling disrupted another pocket of gas within Sadao's gut, prompting him to push a fist to his mouth again and just barely manage to muffle another sizable belch. “Easy there, jeez...” Sadao muttered, palming his chest and letting out a smaller burp that he didn't bother muffling that time.

“My apologies, sire, how's this...?” Ashiya asked as his long index finger started slowly and faintly caressing the rim of Sadao's tight bellybutton.

Almost immediately, Sadao moaned with delight, especially when Ashiya's fingertip dipped into his navel and started to knead around inside. He slumped back even further against Ashiya's chest, making his hefty gut jut out more in Ashiya's grasp. One hand continued to gingerly stroke the soft, delicate underside of Sadao's belly while his other continued to finger his bellybutton.

Sadao huffed with euphoria, his tongue hanging out of his maw in an almost suggestive manner, the deeper Ashiya kneaded into his bellybutton. Both their cheeks were going flush at this point as Ashiya continued kneading his navel.

Ashiya couldn't get enough of the way he felt Sadao's entire belly slosh and jiggle whenever he pushed in and out. Sadao's digestive system really was working in full throttle to break down all that junkfood.

However, Ashiya might've pushed a little too deeply, because as he pushed into Sadao's bellybutton hard enough, Sadao's stomach gave an especially deep burble. Like clockwork, Sadao winced, then threw his head back as a big, raunchy belch rumbled out of him. Ashiya could actually feel Sadao's belly physically ripple in his grasp and around his finger as Sadao burped.

Sadao huffed when it finished and sat up a little, prompting Ashiya to pull his finger out of his bellybutton. The look on Sadao's face indicated he still felt another pressure pocket brewing. He gulped down some air, causing his throat to gurgle lowly as he gave the side his weighty belly a few firm slaps, making it jostle in his (and Ashiya's) hand, before Sadao burped again. It was another loud, obnoxious sound with some heft to it, but still not one that gave him relief.

“Oof...dammit, there's a big one stuck in there,” Sadao insisted as he smacked his fat, jiggling belly to try and knock it loose.

“Sire, if I may?” Ashiya insisted with a roll of his eyes.

He once again pulled Sadao back down against his chest and let his hands roam up and down that vast, smooth beachball of flesh. As he felt Sadao's belly up, he felt a particularly tense portion around the upper side of his stomach. So, Ashiya dug his fingertips into that portion of Sadao's soft flesh and pushed down firmly; a large, guttural belch bellowed loudly from Sadao almost immediately.

Sadao huffed breathlessly, but before he could finish catching his breath, Ashiya grasped that area just above Sadao's bellybutton and squeezed down. Like clockwork, another huge burp blasted past Sadao's lips, followed by a sharp afterburp.

Ashiya kept caressing Sadao's belly, feeling for any tense portions before pushing down and forcing Sadao to belch with ferocity. After an especially rumbly burp, Sadao was left panting like a dog with his tongue hanging from his maw while Ashiya continued to feel his belly up with dissatisfaction on his face. “Hmph, I can still feel all that pressure. We need to up our strategy, sire, and I think I know what to do.”

Before Sadao could ask what he meant, Ashiya grabbed either side of Sadao's big belly with both hands, and began to shake it up and down. Sadao's eyes widened as his bloated belly jostled aggressively; the digesting contents within him sloshing around heavily, and stirring up tons of gas in the process.

“Sire, refrain from belching at this time. No matter how badly you want to, hold it in for as long as you can,” Ashiya insisted firmly as he continued jiggling Sadao's belly.

Sadao winced painfully, but nonetheless complied, but it was getting harder and harder to do so. His thrashing belly churned and bubbled noisily and painfully. He could feel all that gas building up within him, begging to be released. Sadao had never needed to burp so badly in his entire life.

Ashiya jiggled away, blushing at how much he was loving this feeling of Sadao's big, soft belly quivering in his hands. But eventually, he felt enough gas build up, causing that bloated organ to grow slightly taut from the sheer volume of pressure now quite loudly gurgling away. And when he felt Sadao had finally had enough, he wrapped his arms firmly around Sadao's belly, grabbing it from the dead center, and squeezing down as hard as he could; hugging Sadao against his chest tightly to apply even more vice-like pressure to Sadao's gut.

Sadao's eyes bugged out for a moment as a rush of pressure rocketed aggressively up his gullet. Until finally, from the belly of the beast, exploded forth an utterly COLOSSAL belch!

It blasted from Sadao's maw with such ferocity that not only did his belly ripple intensely with the expulsion, but Ashiya could feel the ground itself quiver from just how strong that eructation was. The sheer volume was eardrum-shatteringly loud, to where it was all but certain they'd get a noise complaint for this one. And the burp didn't let up either. Ashiya squeezed on Sadao's belly even harder as he burped, causing Sadao's throat-abusing eruption to rattle out of him for a painful nine straight seconds. It seemingly just got louder and stronger as all that gas exploded past Sadao's rippling lips, with several strands of saliva spewing along with the gas.

After what felt like an eternity, Sadao was left utterly winded. Even with how enormous his gut was, he felt deflated. He panted and huffed, appearing dazed as he slumped back in Ashiya's arms in exhaustion. “Hah...hrraaaah, hooooooooly crap, dude, that was...” Sadao started to say, but paused, clenched his eyes shut, and let out one last big, throaty afterburp, too winded to even speak at that point. That, plus his throat actually hurt after that one.

Ashiya simply smirked and fanned the air around his nostrils and uttered, “Sire...I believe the correct words you were looking for were, 'excuse me'...”

But Sadao was simply too winded to say anything at that point. He just slumped onto his back, until his head was on Ashiya's lap and his enormous belly was jutting up like a fleshy hill. Ashiya simply rolled his eyes yet again, but blushed at the sight, and resumed rubbing it with one hand. Sufficed to say, Ashiya definitely wouldn't mind Sadao indulging more often...

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quicksilverdaisyday · 1 year

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Ya know i was about to do a whole bit on you about how your banner (the thing at the top of the blog is a banner right with the one person with an eyepatch? Im pretty sure thats a banner) i was gonna do a whole bit about how it reminded me of bobs burgers and if you liked burgers so much maybe you should marry them, but then youre literally out her putting that youre a big fan of bobs burgers on the damn description section like ok alright ive been beaten to my own punch, if this was a school function id be left with no choice but to become the spiker, im bringing in the hard liquor to get these irresponsible fucks drunker than a really drunk person i dont know whose the guy from mtv you know the guy, you probably dont actually i mean what are the odds like zero probably. Anyway bobs bazinga burger? Thoughts? I mean i hate burgers ok ive eaten more burgers than youve learned bug facts which if you dont know a lot of bug facts you should because bugs are cool and also terrifying and knowledge is power but long story short ive eaten more burgers than should be legal, like if you ever watch the movie supersize me i did that for two years straight except usually id only eat once a day because i was too poor to eat real food, this is the deep shoe fuck lore ok you might think im going at this from the pity party direction here but i assure you i am not i am merely validating my street cred when it comes to burgers ok i know burgers inside outside and possibly even inside-out. Anyway listen right he makes the bazinga burger, spicy pickles, mustard, smash burger, special ingredient? A healthy topping of pickled red onions and cabbage. Bam. Thats good eatin. If youre a believer in bobs bazinga burger gimme a bazinga back ya know its free youre not misleading nobody, nothing bad is gonna happen thats a shoe fuck guarantee, cmon you gotta say bazinga i dropped the hot and heavy lore on ya the loyal fans they gotta be appeased this is like a weekly thing now ok im like one of those guys the weekly comedy segment guys i get on i do my lines the crowd laughs we probably have a very charismatic instrumentalist who rarely speaks and when he does its about the trombone and everyone is like ah im so fascinated about the history of trombone. Ive got a good friend like that love that man holy shit though i dont care about the trombone but i just love him so much that im gonna listen with a smile anyway. Maybe you got a trombone enthusiast in your life i dont know but if you do ya know listen to them cause ya learn a lotta life lessons from trombone players. Probably cello players too. I mean chances are that theyre multi talented, people who are good at music stuff normally are, ya know its a passion thing, like youre out here doing art i bet youre real passionate about the art i bet you got lots of multi disciplinary shit going on behind the scenes like a regular pablo picasso or something ya know clay sculptures, get yourself a kiln man, id love to do pottery, make some pots, mugs, bowls, lil rabbits and the fucking special moments porcelain figures that everyones grandma owns, like do they just like them are they the pokemon of old people? Or are those beanie babies? My grandma does bells, weirdest shit ive ever seen woman just loves her bells i love you grandma but you dont even ring them ya know, theyre just little bells she doesnt want you to ring them. I dont know man. Anyway right, bazinga burger, from bob, bobs bazinga burger you know that shit would sell like hot cakes give it a consider in your mind space mull it over, hit me with a bazinga you wont regret it or your money back, its free though also. Just for the record.

Jasper.

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elianamarie-blog · 4 years

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The Things You Give Part 3

That 70′s Show

Steven Hyde x Reader

Here is part 3! Sorry it took a bit, but here it is. Make sure to leave a heart and follow my blog, but if you’re just stopping by, well then I’m okay with that too! Thank you and have a great day/night.

Warnings: Some foreplay (pun not intended)

“Wait, what?” he asks, turning to her fully. “You want me to come with you if you get accepted to Denver?” She sat there quietly, unable to respond. Her mouth had suddenly gone dry and she didn’t know what to say next. “I mean, Y/N, don’t you realize how crazy that is?”

Y/N felt her heart tighten, but she swallowed down her feelings and gave him a fake smile. “You’re right, I don’t know what I was thinking.”

Hyde seemed to have pick up on it because he grabbed both of her hands. “It’s not that I don’t want to,” he said gently. “It’s just, well, I didn’t even think we were serious enough for it, ya know? Secondly, how are we going to explain it to everyone why I decided to move to Denver with you? Besides, if I do decide to come with you, that’s a pretty big step that I think we would need to talk about.”

Y/N couldn’t help but feel a little relieved at that. His reaction wasn’t as scary as she thought it was going to be. She gave him a small smile and nodded. “Okay.”

He grabbed her face and pulled her in for a kiss, feeling a little giddy that she thought about him. She placed her hand over his and kissed him back, her heart thumping wildly. She couldn’t believe that she landed the infamous town rebel and bad boy Steven Hyde. Steven Hyde, the one who wasn’t serious about anything. The one who was rough around the edges and yet, here she sat kissing him. Being the only one who got to see his soft side made her heart flutter.

She pulled away and leaned her forehead against his. “You better get out of here before someone walks in,” she whispered.

“Yeah,” he said and gave her one more kiss before standing up and checking the hallway before leaving.

Y/N leaned back on her bed, sighing heavily. She could easily go back to sleep and not worry about the rest of the day, but she wanted to get up and get some errands done today. She sighed once before getting up and getting dressed. She decided she wanted to impress Steven and make him go a little crazy. She put on that pair of skin tight flare jeans that really brought out her butt and perfect curves and a white blouse that tied at the bottom showing some stomach and curves. It was a low V-neck that showed just enough cleavage to keep them guessing but classy enough by not showing too much.

She brushed her hair and braided a single braid down the side of her head. She put on some light makeup to bring out natural features and gave one last overlook in the mirror before heading out.

She sauntered down the stairs into the living room where she saw Steven sitting in the living room with Red, watching TV. He did a double take when he saw her and watched her from the corner of his eye.

“Hey, daddy,” she said sweetly and gave him a kiss on his bald head. “I’m going to the Hub. Do you want me to bring you or mom anything?”

Red gave her a loving smile. “No, it’s okay, Kitten. You have fun.”

She gave Hyde a wink behind Red’s back before entering the kitchen. Hyde sighed as if he was bored. “You know what—I think I’m going to go too. Get out of the house for a little bit.”

“Good idea,” Red mumbled and stopped Hyde with a simple raise of his hand. “Make sure no boys talk to her. I don’t need her distracted for her future. Can I trust you to do that?”

Hyde thanked the stars for his talent in poker faces, but he had an urge to smirk at him. Thankfully, he kept his face still as stone. “Yeah, sure. No problem, man.”

Red gave him an approving nod and turned back to the TV. Hyde casually strolled through the living into the kitchen and grabbed his keys off the counter. What he didn’t know was Y/N was waiting for him by his car.

She was leaning against the hood with her arms crossed and a smirk painted across her face. “I was hoping you would get the message.”

“Well, when you look hot like that, how can I not?” Hyde replied and looked around to make sure the coast was clear before a planting a quick kiss on her.

She pushed him away playfully and got inside his passenger seat. He got in himself and turned the engine on. He peeled out of the driveway and turned onto the street.

Y/N leaned forward and turned on the radio to AC/DC’s Whole Lotta Rosie playing. She turned it up and rocked out, singing every word. Hyde smiled and put his hand on her thigh, rubbing circles.

The simple gesture made her heart flutter and her head high. She scooted closer to him and leaned into his face, nibbling on his ear. She loved the way it looked in movies where the woman was all over the man while he’d be driving. She trailed light butterfly kisses down his neck and gently sucked on his skin. She felt him tense up and squeeze her knee a little tighter.

“You’re going to cause me to crash,” he said hoarsely.

She giggled and pulled away, sitting upright once again. “I like teasing you.”

“You do it anyway without realizing it,” he replied and looked at her. “I mean look at what you’re wearing. I don’t think you did that on purpose.”

“Did I?” she said, teasing him. “Or maybe not.”

He gave her a side eye and looked back at the road. “I hate you.”

She laughed again and he swore that he could never get tired of hearing it. “Sorry.”

“No, you’re not.”

She smiled at him as pulled into a parking spot behind the building. She knitted her brows together in confusion until he grabbed her by the neck and pulled her into a rough kiss. She immediately brought her hands up to his chest and allowed her lips to move with his. His tongue swiped against her bottom lip and she immediately opened her mouth more to allow entrance. Her grip on his shirt tightened as the kiss turned more heated and breathless.

He leaned forward into her, pushing her into the seat. She hummed and pulled back. “Not here,” she said, breathless. “Someone can catch us.”

“That’s why I parked behind the building,” he mumbled, kissing her neck. He kissed her right there which caused her eyes to roll back and a soft to moan to escape her lips. He knew what drove her crazy. He bit down ever so gently, causing her hips to buck into his.

“But someone could see us,” she breathed out. “A-and tell everyone.”

Taking one hand, he snaked it up her shirt and lightly brushed over braless chest. He hummed in pleasure and lifted his head. “I know you purposely didn’t wear a bra.”

She gave him a proud smile. “I just thought it would make things a lot easier later.”

His eyes darkened with lust before he started to untie her shirt.

“No, Steven,” she said firmly and grabbed his hand. “I said not here.”

“Mhm,” he hummed lowly and kissed her neck and chest. “I kind of like it when you boss me around.” He grinded his hips down to hers, causing an elicited moan from her. “But just so you know, Doll, it isn’t always going to be like this.”

She looked at him, feeling flushed; she’d never been so turned on in her life. She had never seen this side of him and oh, how much she was loving it. She almost wanted to beg for it. Now that she was all hot and bothered, she was tempted to say screw it and take him somewhere so he could have his way with her and she wouldn’t resist at all. But not here.

She sat up and fixed her shirt while he fixed his glasses and checked out his neck to make sure she didn’t leave any hickeys. She also checked out her neck. They were both in the clear.

As they got out, he had to stop himself from grabbing her hand. He spun her around to face him and gave her one last, sweet kiss before going inside.

They got their burgers and fries with their sodas and sat a booth table. She sat across from him and they started munching on their meals. She dipped a fry in ketchup and as she brought it to her mouth, a drop of it fell and into the crease of her chest.

“Oh, God,” she grumbled and swiped her finger inside. She picked up the glob of ketchup and brought it to her lips, sucking on her finger. When she looked up, she saw Hyde staring at her with his lips slightly pulled apart. “What?”

He pulled his bottom in between teeth and flicked his gaze down to her breasts before meeting her eyes again. “Nothing.”

She looked down and realized what he was staring at. “You perv!” she said to him, a smile playing on her lips.

He cocked his head to the side. “Really, I’m the perv? You’re the one throwing yourself at me!”

“Well, maybe I wouldn’t if you hadn’t showed me what a good time really feels like,” she purred and leaned forward to him. “You’re irresistible.”

He cocked an eyebrow and leaned forward, his face inches away from his. “Is that so? Should I show you again?”

“Like two or three times again?”

He put his finger under her chin and pulled her lower lip down. “Four.”

He leaned in to kiss her, but the sudden ding of the bell at the front door pulled him away when he saw Jackie walking through. Y/N was confused until she followed her gaze and quickly leaned away from him.

Jackie saw them and walked over to them. “Hey, when did you guys start hanging out?”

“We live together,” Hyde responded in his normal, rough voice. “Why is this weird?”

“You guys never used to hang out before unless we were all there,” she responded.

“Well, its not like you’ve been around a whole lot to even notice,” Y/N said, looking up at her. “You’ve been avoiding us.”

“I have not!” she defended. “I’ve been avoiding Fez.”

“Why?” Hyde asked and rested his elbow against the back of the seat.

Jackie sighed and sat down between the two of them. “I just don’t know what to do. I have so much going on with my parents that I feel like I don’t have time to love Fez anymore.”

“What do you mean?” Y/N asked.

Jackie put her face in between her hands and looked so downright miserable it even made Hyde feel bad for her. “I love Fez…more than anything, but I just don’t think it’s the right time for us to be together. I mean last night, he surprised me at my house with red roses and music and declared his love for me. I should’ve been ecstatic, but instead I cried. I want to stay with him but I don’t think I can. Not right now at least.”

“Well, then Jackie, you need to tell him,” Y/N said gently, rubbing her arm comfortingly. “Or at least figure something out between you. Explain that you really do love him—and make sure you say you are in love with him—but that you can’t be with him right because of your parents.”

“But I don’t want to hurt him,” she responded hoarsely. Her eyes grew glossy and her bottom lip started to tremble.

“Awe, it’s okay,” Y/N cooed and wrapped her arms around her. Hyde sat there awkwardly, waiting for this moment to be over. “Look,” she continued and looked at Jackie. “It’s not fair to either of you to keep this relationship if you’re not feeling it. It’s not fair that he isn’t being loved like he thinks he is and it’s not fair that you’re hurting. You need to go find him and talk to him.”

Jackie sniffled and wrapped her arms around Y/N’s neck. “Thank you.” Suddenly, she started shaking and sobbing into Y/n’s shoulder. Y/N patted her back reassuringly and felt her heart break at the sight of her friend’s heartbreak.

“You know,” Jackie said and pulled away, wiping at her face. “Normally, I wouldn’t cry on your clothes because, you know, it ruins the fabric, but this was so cheaply made that it doesn’t even matter!” She dropped her head on Y/N’s shoulder again and continued weeping.

Y/N’s face deadpanned at Steven and he had that famous smirk on his face, showing he was amused by Jackie’s dig at her. Y/N rolled her eyes at him.

Jackie finally pulled away and rubbed her nose with her sleeve. “I should go find Fez, but I wanted some comfort food.”

“Here, I’ll buy you some,” Y/N said getting up and walked over with Jackie to the counter. Hyde patiently finished his fries as he waited for her to come back. When he saw Jackie returning to their table with her corndog and coke. He groaned internally. He just wanted to make out with his girlfriend.

Y/N had finished her meal and was now chewing on the straw of her drink, bored and listening to Jackie’s incessant talking about her rich life. Y/N shared a look with Hyde who was also looking like he was about to fall asleep.

“Hey Jackie,” Hyde piped up, cutting her off. “I think you should go find Fez and then maybe come over later so we can ignore your talking later.”

Jackie made a face at him and stood up. “Fine, but I’m going to finish this later.”

“Oh, boy,” Hyde said, raising his voice like a little girl’s. “Then we can braid our hair afterwards.”

“I know you’re being mean and sarcastic, but that actually sounds fun,” Jackie said and almost skipped away.

Y/N laughed at her boyfriend who was grimacing. “You’re the one who said it.”

“Yeah, but now I can do this,” he said and leaned over and gave her a peck on the lips. “What do you say we get out of here?”

With hooded eyes, she nodded and they both got up, threw their trash away and rushed to the camino.

They clambered back in the car and Hyde quickly turned the car and threw the car in reverse before driving away from the Hub.

“Where are we going?” she asked, knowing they couldn’t go home.

“We’re going to go kill some time before going to the drive-in,” he responded and she wondered what he meant by that.

When he got closer to the drive-in, she saw a carnival. “A carnival?” she asked excitedly.

“Yeah, I figured you haven’t been to it yet,” he said.

She smiled at him lovingly and reached over to grab his hand. “Thank you.”

He brought her knuckles to his lips and gently kissed them.

He parked the car and got out. He moved around the car and opened the passenger door for her.

“What a gentleman,” she giggled and he rubbed his neck, a blush starting to creep up his neck. She moved closer to him and gently kissed his cheek.

They walked into the carnival and saw bright lights, games, the smell of popcorn and cotton candy wafting through the air, and the sound of laughter and chatter surrounded them. The afternoon sun was starting to set, causing the temperature to drop slightly and create that perfect breeze.

Hyde looked over at her and grabbed her hand. She looked down and smiled, squeezing her hand. It was nice for them to finally be able show some affection without hiding it. They walked through the carnival looking at the games to play. They came upon a ball throwing game.

“Hey, want me to win you a stuffed animal?” Hyde asked her.

She smiled at him and pointed to a stuffed dog. “That one.”

“You got it, Doll.” He rummaged through his pocket for a couple a few quarters and tossed it down on the counter. “I’ll take a few rounds.”

“You got it,” the man behind the counter said and gave him three baseballs.

Hyde picked up the first one and stood for a minute, concentrating on the glass bottles in front of him. He winded his arm back and knocked out the first bottle. He grabbed the second one and threw it at the second bottle, knocking it off the shelf, then the third.

“Wow, Steven,” Y/N said, impressed. “I had no idea you had a good arm.”

“It’s no big deal,” Steven said and pointed to the stuffed dog she wanted. The man picked up the dog and handed it to Steven, who handed it to Y/N. “I used to play catch with one of my supposed uncles growing up. By uncles, I mean Edna’s boyfriend. He was probably the only one who gave a crap about me. It’s probably why my mom dumped him.” He gave her an amused smile, but she couldn’t return the smile.

Y/N gave him a sad look and hugged the dog. “Awe, Steven. That’s so sad.”

He shrugged casually and shoved his hands in pockets. “Not really. You know how my life with Edna was. That’s not part of my life anymore.”

“But still,” she replied as they started walking again. “It’s not like you deserved it.”

“I don’t really care,” he replied. “It’s cool now.”

“You poor little orphan boy,” Y/N joked and reached up and kissed his cheek. He instinctively wrapped an around her waist. “Thank you for the dog. I love it.”

Even through his glasses, she could see the goo-goo eyes he was giving her. She knew she was returning the look because a woman who was holding a camera came up to them.

“Awe, you guys are such a cute couple,” she said and held up her camera. “You mind if I take a couple pictures? They’re for the newspaper. I’ll give one to you.”

“Oh, we’re not—” Hyde tried to say, but was interrupted by Y/N.

“Sure!” Y/N beamed and turned towards the camera, holding the stuffed dog close. Steven took his arm from her waist and lazily wrapped it around her shoulders. She smiled wide and he grinned at the camera. The camera snapped a couple times, flash almost bright. The first one printed out and then the second one, which the photographer gave to them.

“Thank you,” she said with a smile. “You kids enjoy yourselves.”

Y/N smiled back at her and held the picture in her fingertips waiting for the polaroid to form. When it finally developed, Y/N showed Hyde the picture. “We do look kind of cute together,” she said, giggling.

“Yeah,” he agreed and grabbed the picture and put it in his back pocket. “Let’s go ride some rides.”

Y/N found it kind of odd, but shrugged it off, figuring he didn’t want to say anything to make things harder.

They rode the Twister, the Round-Up, where she ended up throwing up in a trash can and Hyde patted her back, and eventually the Ferris Wheel which helped calm down her stomach. He ended up buying her a hot dog and some soda where he bought himself a funnel cake. They sat at a nearby table and ate in silence as they watched the spinning colorful lights around them. Night had now fallen and the lights around them twinkled around them and all Y/N wanted to do was stay frozen in this moment forever with Hyde. She loved the feeling of this night, how freeing she felt, and the way Hyde was just sitting there that caused her heart to pound.

She couldn’t believe how attractive one person could be. She could look at him forever. When she started thinking about possibly leaving him, her heart sunk. She knew that if she left, it would be too hard. She’d probably just have to do it like a band aid. But looking at him made her realize she wasn’t too sure if she wanted to leave without him, but until they were officially an item, she couldn’t make a decision.

Hyde checked his watch and notice it was drawing closer to nine. “Hey, want to go see that movie now?”

Y/N looked at him. “Absolutely.”

They got up from the table and made their way to the El-Camino. Thankfully the drive-in wasn’t that far from the carnival. In fact, it was just down the road by a couple minutes. When they arrived they purchased tickets for the new Superman and found a good spot to park.

“You want anything to eat?” Hyde asked as he was leaving the car.

“Just some popcorn and licorice,” she responded.

He nodded and left, leaving her to be alone for a few minutes. As she was casually watching everyone drive in and get settled in, she noticed a very similar tan and golden car that looked like Eric’s Vista Cruiser. It parked a few rows ahead of her and the driver opened up the door and stepped out. She found herself staring at her twin brother.

“Crap!” she squeaked and ducked down as he was turning around. Luckily he didn’t see and walked over to the snack stand. She silently prayed that he didn’t see Hyde. Right as she was hoping for that, Steven opened the door and climbed back in.

He saw her sunken in the seat and handed her snacks, confused. “Uh…what are you doing?”

“Eric is here,” she responded.

His eyes grew wide like saucers. “Seriously? Where?”

“A couple rows ahead.”

He looked over and sure enough, the Visa Cruiser sat and he could see Donna sitting in the passenger seat.

“Okay, I think we’re in the clear, but we need to keep an eye out to make sure neither of them see us or come down.”

Y/N nodded and sat back up, letting out a relived sigh. She started eating her snacks as the movie on the screen began to play. Luckily the street lights around them dimmed and the music began to play. Y/N couldn’t help but dart her eyes from the movie to the Vista Cruiser, but it wasn’t even fifteen minutes into the movie when she saw Eric’s head swallowing Donna’s face.

She made a face and focused back on the screen. Hyde casually threw his around her and she naturally scooted closer to him. She laid her head on his shoulder and inhaled his scent. The smell of her shampoo flooded his nostrils and he found himself caressing her hair.

“I’ve been wanting to see this movie for forever,” she commented.

“Yeah?” he asked, amused. “I’m not surprised.”

She chuckled. “Yeah, but Spider-Man always kick ass more.”

He snorted. “I think that’s where you and Forman are alike.”

She looked up at him. “You know it’s kind of weird when you call Eric by our last name because you could be talking to either of us, but yet I still can’t imagine you calling him by his first name.”

“And I find it weird that I’m dating his twin sister, but yet here I am,” he mocked her back.

She laughed gently. “Touché.”

“But seriously,” he said, his voice deepening. “Even though I’m dating my best friend’s sister, it doesn’t feel weird at all. You think this would be, but it’s not.”

“Yeah, almost like it should be forbidden. Like incest.”

He threw his head back, laughing. “Way to kill it, Y/N.”

She laughed along with him. “Well, Eric is your foster brother which makes me your foster sister.”

“I’d rather not think about that,” he said. “He’s my best friend whose family took me in.”

“And I am so glad they did,” she said lowly.

Staring into her eyes, he lifted her face up to his, bringing his lips to hers. He wanted to slow down the usual kisses this time. He wanted to actually put his feelings into the kiss. His hand slid from her neck to her cheek and just cradled her face as he kept his lips firm but gentle. Both of their hearts beat like a drum, beating at the same rhythm. They felt a bolt of electricity coursing through their veins, tingling sensations reaching their fingertips. His lips moved against hers and he deepened the kiss by tangling his tongue with hers.

Her hands found themselves holding the hand that held her face and the other resting in her lap. The way that he was kissing her made her brain short circuit. He had never kissed her like this before and they butterflies in her stomach were jackhammering against her ribs now. She wanted to be closer to him and raised her arms to wrap around his neck, his fingers tangling in her hair.

This wasn’t a normal kiss that they normally shared. This was something so much more and they both knew it. They knew this would make things much more difficult, but they couldn’t stop. They didn’t want to stop. With the movie completely forgotten, their breathing grew heavier, making the windows steam up quickly.

He laid her down gently, taking off his glasses and sitting them on the dash board. She wrapped both her arms around over and under his shoulders and pulled him in. She couldn’t get enough of those lips and just wanted them all over her. It’s like he read her mind because he moved his lips down once again to the spot on her neck that made her weak and sucked harder this time than earlier.

She moaned and squirmed, tangling her fingers in his hair and pulled him harder down. He ran his hands up and down her sides, feeling her curves and soft skin.

“Remember earlier in front of the hub?” he moaned. She didn’t need to respond when he pinned her hips down with his arm. He trailed his lips down to her chest then down the valley of her breasts. He snaked other arm down to her jeans and unbuttoned them. He looked to her for confirmation before sliding into her panties and feeling her arousal.

She sharply inhaled at the contact and felt something hard against her hip bone. As he moved his fingers, she couldn’t contain the moans that flowed out of her lips.

“Oh, Steven,” she breathed.

He growled in her ear which turned her on even more. “I know,” he responded. He slipped in two fingers which caused her to buck her hips.

“Oh, God!” she screamed.

He shot his head up and shushed her, hoping that no one heard that, but he secretly wanted people to hear that he knew how to please his woman. He sped up his movements which caused her to squirm even more. She knew she was coming close.

Her breathing grew heavier, choking on her moans and whimpers. “S-Steven,” she whispered.

“I know, Doll.”

Just right when she was about to have her big finish, a loud tapping came from the window. This caused them to freeze and their breaths to get caught in their throat.

“Hyde?”

“I got this,” he whispered to Y/N and cleared his throat. “Go away!”

“Hyde, it’s Eric.”

#that 70's show fanfic #that 70s show #steven hyde #steven hyde x reader

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starwesker · 5 years

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Cassette tape: rockin love

Request by @littleraton:Hi! How’re you? Good, I hope. (if not, I hope you feel better ❤️) [i might be rambling, sorry] I was hoping that you could write a fic of either the reader or dean confessing to the other w/a cassette mix they made (either when they’re alone in the impala or the bunker) thank you 🎃❤️❤️

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: LOTS OF FLUFF LIKE VERY FLUFFY, all in Dean's POV

An: there will be a short author's note at the end...

Dean's POV

There's this girl that I've known for about 5 years. She would help us on hunts, my brother and I would return the favor. Then there were times when she would come to the bunker needing assistance or to be healed, and once she was healed she would leave, she would leave in the middle of the night when we are asleep leaving notes on the library table saying 'I will see you soon boys don't miss me too much' she would leave little notes like that for us to see.

I would be lying to myself if I didn't say that I miss her because I miss her so damn much. I have never developed feelings for someone in a long time, every time I see her come to the bunker and she's hurt my heart breaks a little inside and I'm the one who cares for her, Sam was there just to help if I wasn't there. When she leaves it crushes me, I just want her to stay, I miss her, call me being overprotective but I hate it when she's out there by herself. I know she can take care of herself because damn that girl is a badass and that's one of the reasons why I fell in love with her and why I need her to stay.

There she was again...

My phone ringing and her caller ID coming up with a picture of her and I together leaning against baby, I loved that picture it was the only picture I have of us together. He remembers that day like it was yesterday, after a successful hunt they went out to go get burgers and Sam was getting the food when he couldn't resist the moment so he secretly took a picture of us and it was perfect. I was in mid laughter while y/n was smiling and looking at me with admiration. When I was done reminiscing about that day I immediately answered the phone.

I barely even had time to say hello before I heard her voice.

"Hey Dean, you're gonna hate me right now" she spoke softly, her voice was hard to understand.

"What happened Y/n?" I asked.

She sighed before she spoke, "I was hunting some vamps and I thought I could handle it on my own and I kinda did but I'm seriously injured again" she winces as she spoke.

I was furious that she got herself hurt again but I sighed and told her I would go and get her.

"Ah there's my hero, but hurry please Dean" She hung up, sending him her location.

I told Sam where I was going and he insisted in going with me but I told him no. Then he got a smirk on his face, I knew what that smirk was. I stopped him before he said anything.

"No not yet Samny, I will but I need find the right time and its not the right time" I smiled at Sam and he nodded.

"Call if you need anything" Sam yelled as I left.

When I got to her she was sitting outside blood everywhere I didn't know if it was hers or the vamps. Then when I got closer I knew it was hers.

"Y/n?" I called her name, she opened her beautiful (y/e/c) eyes.

"Dean my knight in shinning armor has come to rescue me" she winced as she spoke.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Its a long story, can you just take me back to the bunker please I'm bleeding out here for god's sake Winchester" She yelled but winced once again.

"Sure thing my lady" I said while picking her up slowly and carefully.

"I'm not your lady Winchester and just hurry to the bunker" she smirked.

I just smiled and thought to myself not yet you aren't but you will be. I carried her into my car making sure she was comfortable in the backseat.

When I arrived at the bunker I immediately tended to her wounds like I always do and make sure shes ok and that she has everything she needs.

There's one thing that still needs to be said but that can wait till she gets some rest.

While Sam and I are looking at possible cases she wakes up and makes her way to the library.

"Hi Sam, Hi Dean" She spoke out softly.

Sam smiled and said hi back she sat in the chair next to Dean.

"What are you guys doing?" She asked.

"Researching" Sam spoke, "well I am Dean might be looking at porn again" Sam chuckled,this made Y/n giggle. I love her giggle, scratch that I love everything about her.

"So, Y/n I need to ask you something" I cleared my throat softly as I spoke.

"What is it Dean?" She leaned back in her chair looking at me.

"Sam and I have discussed this recently" I spoke softly. She nodded and gestured me to go on.

"We think you should stay here with us in the bunker and once you get better you can help us on hunts and you can always help us" I felt like I jumbled my words all together.

"I don't want burden you guys" She said.

"Y/n, you are not going to burden us" Sam chimed in. She looked at me for my answer and she knew but my look I wanted her to stay. She thought about it for a while before agreeing that she would stay.

A month had passed by and she was still here it has been amazing having her here but there's one problem. My love for her has only been growing, Sam knew about this he could tell. He kept telling me that I needed to confess to her. I just waved him off like I always do or ignored him.

Then it wasn't until the day I saw her wearing one of my flannels. She looked amazing it, there were so many inappropriate thoughts going through my head and I couldn't stop any of them.

I cleared my throat before I spoke, "sorry if I scared you but that's my flannel" I smirked.

"Oh really I didn't notice, it's quite comfy" she smiled and winked.

I really wanted to bend her over the table in the library and... my mind really needed to stop.

As months passed by the feelings for Y/n only escalated and I needed to confess to her but I've never been good with my words, so I had to think of something to come up with to help me confess not feelings for her. I thought about so many ideas and I even talked to Sam about it. Then it came to me I knew what I was going to do.

I spent hours making this for her, I made her a cassette tape with songs that would maybe have a clue to how much I love her. This would be perfect for her, she appreciates classic rock songs just as much as I do. That is another reason why I fell so deeply in love with her.

Now its just taking her to a secluded area somewhere either here in the bunker or I could take her somewhere in the impala. I think the impala would be the best things because Sammy doesn't approve of our choice of music.

A day later while we were sitting at the library trying to find a case, I made eye contact with Sam to make sure its ok if I take off with y/n. He smiled and knew he was ok with that.

"Y/n,me and you let's go get some food" I smiled, while grabbing my jacket that was hanging on the chair.

She got up without hesitation and we were off. As we were driving I was very silent, that's because I had to plan out how I was going to do this how I was going to show her the cassette tape I made for her.

"Dean? Are you ok?" I heard her say.

"I'm peachy, sweetheart" I winked at her, I saw the light shade of pink that crept on her cheeks as she smiled at me.

As I was driving, I realized I had no exact destination to where I was going. Until I saw a dirt road on the right side of the road so I turned down the road, I had explored with Sam once. Just to make sure it was a perfect place.

The night was beautiful, this reminds of all the times her and I were talking about everything on the hood of the impala. It was perfect the stars above us shining brightly, the moonlight shinning down on us and the city lights over the cliff a beautiful sight, this was the perfect area. Once I saw this place I knew it was the perfect place.

"Dean why are we here?" She asked me.

"We are here because it's a beautiful night and I wanted to share this with you. I took out the cassette tape and put it into the cassette player in the impala.

The first song that played was Lady by Styx

I knew this song was perfect for her because of how perfect the lyrics are and how much they relate to her.

'Lady from the moment I saw you standing all alone'

'You gave all the love that I needed'

Her eyes lit up as soon as she realized what I had done.

"Dean.." she gasped.

"Y/n, I'm in love with-" before I could finish my sentence she crashed her lips into mine, her kiss was soft and delicate.

As the next song played Whole lotta love by Led Zeppelin

This song couldn't be any more better than this moment because this moment was the best of my life. As she stopped, resting our foreheads against each other.

"I'm in love with you too" She smiled and kissed me once more.

This moment was the greatest I couldn't be more happier in this moment alone.

"Do I get to add to this cassette tape you made or no?" She asked.

I smiled, "you can add any song you want I won't judge you" I kissed her again.

Nothing can ruin this moment or be any more better.

An: so I'm finally on summer break but I'll be moving so I'll be busy but I will get to writing much more now and sorry this took so long Finals really kicked my butt... I'm done now so keep those requests coming. I put songs in here if you wanna listen to them but I hope you enjoy this i tried my best

#dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester imagines #supernatural fanfics #supernatural x reader

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welovekpopscenarios · 7 years

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Intimate (Kihyun x Reader)

Admin: Candi Request: “Hi~ i would like to request a kihyun fluff/smut? Something that starts off very sweet and then becomes teasingly if you get what i mean🙈 Keep up the writing! I'm looking forward for more💕 – anon” Fandom: Monsta X Member/reader: Kihyun x Reader Genre: Bitta fluff and a whole lotta smut Warnings: Spanking, body worship, scratching Words: 1.5k Authors note: Kihyun needs to marry me and all of us who stan him tbh. Today was my last day at a job that ruined me mentally and I thought I’d celebrate by writing a fic.

Being in Kihyuns bed in his room alone was a normal occurrence while he was performing. Instead of waiting for him backstage, you’d wait in his bed, endlessly scrolling through your social media and catching a glimpse of the livestreams of Monsta X’s performance. You preferred waiting in his dorm rather than backstage because they usually took a while to finish the show and being in the comfort of his bed seemed better than leaning against a cold wall, seeing thousands of girls screaming his name.

The group has been working hard lately, they’re getting ready for their upcoming album and they’ve been making appearances everywhere, as well as concerts around South Korea therefore, they haven’t been getting much rest. You were used to seeing them tired but it started to get under your skin, in addition to them looking tired they were starting to look thinner and weaker. You always made sure to bring food over with you whenever you visited and they’d salivate at the sight. This time you bought a few meals from Burger King and left it at the kitchen counter for them so they could devour it once they were done with the show.

After an hour of waiting around you could hear the door of the dorm opening. You stayed put and listened to the voices, none of them said much, they were sighing, yawning and Minhyuk let out a painful cheer once he saw all the food waiting for them. Immediately after spotting the food Kihyun opened the door to his bedroom to see if you were still around. You smiled and waved at him and he seemed to loosen up, he walked over to the bed and collapsed on top of you.

“I missed you.” He said quietly.

“I missed you too! I saw the livestreams.”

“What did you think of the show?”

“As always, you never fail to amaze me. I know you’re all so tired but you put so much effort into your shows. You can make people believe you actually aren’t tired.” You laughed and he smiled. He hugged into you for a few seconds and let go in order to take a shower. He kissed your cheek and you went into the kitchen to join the rest of the group. You were greeted with the sight of them scoffing down food which always seemed to brighten your day.

“Thank you for the food Y/N.” Minhyuk said and the rest of the group hummed in agreement. You smiled at them and sat next to Changkyun.

“How was the performance? I mean, I saw the livestreams but how did you think it went?” You asked them.

“I’m pretty tired, I feel like I could have done better but sure, it’s over now.” Wonho seemed pretty disappointed with himself but you didn’t understand how can the guys be so hard on themselves when they work so hard.

“I think it went well. The crowd seemed to love us.” Shownu added his own two cents. You nodded your head and instead of distracting them from the food you just sat quietly and waited for Kihyun to come out to eat. Unfortunately, he didn’t come out for a while so you went to his room to check on him. He was sprawled out on the bed looking at his phone.

“Why aren’t you eating?” You ask, ready to give out to him for not having anything.

“I’ll have it later, I need to stay in my bed for a second. I’m too tired to move.” His reason seemed fair so you jumped into the bed with him. He put his phone away and wrapped himself around you. His breath was heavy, his tired body fit perfectly into yours. You ran your fingers through his hair as he let out a relaxed moan. The room was quiet and the only sound that was present was the one from the street and the kitchen. You enjoyed the silence and the warmth of Kihyuns body on yours.

He tightened his leg around yours and his hand moved from your shoulder to the edge of your jeans, slipping his finger underneath the button, tugging at it. Your core tightened and your breath got deeper. After he undid your zipper his hand slipped under your t-shirt, delicately caressing your stomach, making his way to your chest. He wasn’t making any noise, nothing was being said, the moment was so intimate and the sound of the street seemed to diminish while the rush of blood in your ears became the only thing you could hear. He lifted himself up and started kissing your neck, leaving bites and licks. His hand was on your breast now, lightly squeezing your nipple, you were crumbling under his touch.

He placed himself on top of you, put his hand under you and lifted you up. Your head went back and your chest came forward. He kissed your neck and went down to your chest, kissing you through the thin material of your shirt. You helped him by removing the t-shirt and he quickly undid your bra with one hand. Your bare chest was on display and he was admiring your beauty. He placed his hand on your throat while the other still supported you, squeezed lightly and moved on to caress your whole body, it made its way from your throat to your slit.

Kihyun let go of your back and pressed his lips against yours, his body coming into contact with your skin. Your legs automatically wrapping around his waist and his hips thrusting into you. He moved his hand to your already undone zipper and slipped his hand into your panties, two digits rubbing against you, his forehead pressed against yours and his breath heavy and warm against your face.

He stood up briefly to undress and got back to pleasure you. Every time you tried to touch him he’d press your hand into the bed, he only wanted to see you in pleasure, he wanted nothing from you, instead of fighting it you enjoyed the moment. You were beginning to get so wet Kihyun wasn’t able to hold back, you looked at him reassuringly and it wasn’t long before he pressed his whole member into you.

He sat up with you, you were on his lap now and he rested his weight by leaning back and supporting himself with his arms. He had the perfect view of you on top of his dick, moving up and down slowly, teasing him. You continued to slide up and down his dick while your hands grazed your clit, outlined your waist and moved to your breasts. You were putting on a show for him and you could feel him throb inside you. After a while he sat up and wrapped his arms around you, pressing his mouth onto your breast, his tongue nibbling on your nipple. Your fingers tangled in his hair and as quiet as you were trying to be you couldn’t hold it back anymore, you didn’t care who heard you.

Once Kihyun noticed you broke he got rougher. He manhandled you into the position he wanted, you were on your stomach with your ass out to him. A shadow fell over his face, he dived deep into you making you squeal. His hands were grabbing onto your ass and he was ramming himself into you, you bit into the sheets while he spanked you as hard as he could. Your ass was raw and you felt your orgasm approach at an alarming rate.

Finally, you weren’t the only moaning mess in the room, with every stroke Kihyun began to give in, the roughness started to disappear while he crumbled in front of you. His high was coming fast because his grip on your ass got tighter and his breath was faster. His finger nails dug deep into your back and within the next few seconds you and Kihyun were riding out your highs. For the whole time it was quiet in the room but not while you and Kihyun were orgasming, you were squealing while he moaned your name.

After he filled you up, you stumbled your way to the bathroom to clean yourself up. When you went back into the room Kihyun was still recovering. His forehead glistening from the drops of sweat on it, he always looked so good. You lied down next to him and this time it was him who was running his fingers through your hair.

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mittensmorgul · 7 years

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4.01: *sparks flew*

(For all your 4.01 Three Day Deancasversary needs, please see my extensive post on the subject, as well as my tag for that. This post is gonna mainly focus on the big meta themes as they relate to s12... so a lot of stuff about lying and trust mostly :P)

Dean crawls out of his grave, and I love this whole scene.

Handprint.

Cas tries to chat. Here’s a translation:

HELLO DEAN. IT IS I CASTIEL WHO SAVED YOUR SOUL AND RESTORED YOUR BODY AND CONVENIENTLY PLACED YOU IN YOUR GRAVE. WE NEED TO HAVE AN IMPORTANT CONVERSATION ARE YOU FREE NOW?

Until he sees Dean cowering in pain and fear and decides maybe it’s not a good time...

Dean doesn’t usually lie about Big Important Stuff, but when it comes to Hell, he’s got a lot of baggage. On top of the things he suffered through there, there’s also what he DID there... and what’s the point of dragging all that horror out and burdening his loved ones with it... It’s done, nothing he can do to change it now, so he lies:

BOBBY: What do you remember? DEAN: Not much. I remember I was a Hellhound's chew toy, and then... lights out. Then I come to six feet under, that was it.

Meanwhile, even though Bobby hasn’t been in touch with Sam for a while (sort of like how Sam went off the rails in 3.11), Dean instantly knows exactly how to track Sam down.

Compared to Dean’s lie about his time in Hell in order to spare his family the horror of the truth, Sam’s lie to Dean here was to spare HIMSELF, from Dean’s judgment...

Everything from how he’s working with Ruby to what he’s been doing for the last few months. Even Bobby didn’t know:

SAM: Well, once I figured out I couldn't save you, I started hunting down Lilith, trying to get some payback. BOBBY: (accusing) All by yourself. Who do you think you are, your old man?

and oh... Sam says he’s not using his “freaky ESP crap”

DEAN: You sure about that? Well, I mean, now that you've got... immunity, whatever the hell that is... just wondering what other kind of weirdo crap you've got going on. SAM: Nothing, Dean. Look, you didn't want me to go down that road, so I didn't go down that road. It was practically your dying wish. DEAN: Yeah, well, let's keep it that way.

Poor Pamela loses her eyes to Castiel, but Dean now has his name.

They’re confronted by a demon while in a cafe. Dean doesn’t get to eat his pie because of it, but still ends up paying for said pie...

SAM: We're not just going to leave them in there, are we, Dean? DEAN: Well yeah, there's three of them, probably more, and we've only got one knife between us. SAM: I've been killing a lot more demons than that lately. DEAN: Not anymore – the smarter brother's back in town. SAM: Dean, we've got to take 'em. They are dangerous. DEAN: They're scared. Okay? Scared of whatever had the juice to yank me out. We're dealing with a bad mofo here. One job at a time.

Yeah, in this instance, Dean’s definitely “the smarter brother,” mostly because he isn’t under the influence of Ruby (and her demon blood, and four months of her working to chip away at Sam’s moral compass...) But Dean was right. He called the demon’s bluff. Sam just... doesn’t have that skill at reading people.

Sam sneaks off with the Impala to go back and stake out that diner full of demons without Dean knowing about it. Dean is awakened by his second “call” from Cas (mirrors shatter!) and he realizes Sam is gone, Frankly the biggest “tell” here is Sam’s excuse that he’d gone out TO GET A BURGER in the middle of the night... I mean, Sam and Dean are doing the exact same thing here. If Dean knew Sam had gone back to kill those demons alone, he would’ve tried to stop Sam. Meanwhile Dean lies to Sam, that he and Bobby are headed out to a bar for a drink, which seems a lot more plausible than Sam wanting a burger...

But that’s also Dean’s “standard answer” because it IS such a believable lie. He’s still using it in s12, such as when he told Sam at the beginning of 12.14 that he was going out to a bar. Yet he returned home a short while later looking completely sober, and still looking to get that drink...

BOBBY: Why the hell didn't you tell him? DEAN: Because he’d just try to stop us. BOBBY: From what? DEAN: Summoning this thing.

But the look on Dean’s face as he’s telling this to Bobby, Dean at least suspects that Sam was lying to him...

DEAN: Bobby, whatever this is, whatever it wants, it's after me. That much we know, right? I've got no place to hide. I can either get caught with my pants down again, or we can make our stand. BOBBY: Dean, we could use Sam on this. DEAN: Nah, he's better off where he is.

Because Dean’s figured out where he is, and suspects exactly what he’s doing... He confronts the demon with its eyes burned out, then uses his freaky ESP thing to exorcise it, and we learn that the girl he was with before is actually Ruby. That’s a whole heckuva lotta lies coming out all at once. But unlike Dean’s “sparing his family from knowing about his suffering and the horrors he committed in Hell” lie, Sam’s is entirely based on EVERYTHING Dean told him to steer clear of (It was practically your dying wish!). Sam’s compromised himself, and we see that he trusts Ruby completely.

Thus begins the Season Of Sam’s Lies.

RUBY: Sam, he's going to find out, and if it's not from you he's going to be pissed. SAM: He's going to be pissed anyway. I mean, he's so hardheaded about this psychic stuff he'll just try and stop me. RUBY: Look. Maybe I'll just take a step back for a while. SAM: Ruby, you... RUBY: I mean, I'm not exactly in your brother's fanclub. But he is your brother, and I'm not going to come between you. SAM: I don't know if what I'm doing is right. Hell, I don't even know if I trust you. RUBY: Thanks. SAM: But what I do know is that I'm saving people. And stopping demons. And that feels good. I want to keep going.

Oh, Sammy...

*barn shakes, lights explode, nerd angel enters*

*love at first stab*

(I swear this gets better every time I watch it, and I’ve probably watched it 50 times)

Okay I got nothing from that whole last scene but the chills. Oh, and that Dean’s been chosen by God. Which I’m sure isn’t a theme that was confirmed in 11.22 and 11.23 with that whole “firewall between darkness and light” thing... Dean’s not the agent of Heaven, he’s the agent of Humanity, Free Will, and Balance. it’s just gonna take him a long time before he truly fulfills that destiny. It’ll take him fighting against God’s plans for him, and then Amara’s plans for him, and becoming that point of balance between them.

#spn 4.01 #s12 meta rewatch #seriously though why doesn't everyone just trust dean's gut instincts it's like he's got an uncanny magical gift here...#lies and damn lies #sam vs reality #this season's getting handsy #order vs chaos and darkness vs light #spn duality

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Whole lotta hugging

Pairing: Dean x Reader Word Count: 2290 Warnings: Panic Attack, Kinda Angst?, Fluff, Implied sex? idk, bad writing? A/N - It's Dean's birthday, so I quickly wrote this up. This is also connected to Scariest Man and Exhausted.

You didn't know why, but you were crying. And it wasn't the cute, a few tears, beautiful crying. No, it was the ugly, loud sobbing that almost tore through the walls of the bunker. Your legs had given out, your head was pounding and you wanted to do nothing but carry on with your task, but you couldn't, not today. Of course, it had to be today of all days that you couldn’t do it.

You couldn't do this simple task and for that your surprise was ruined. Sinking down to the floor, your back was against the cupboards under the counter, your legs were drawn up and your head was resting on your knees, willing away the tears that came and passed your eye lids. Breathing erratically, you couldn't stop the panic attack that was occurring in that moment, you tried to even them out, but your brain and your heart weren't cooperating with each other. But there was always the possibility that you were overreacting and the anxiety attack had happened due to the stress you had put yourself under lately but it wasn't healthy for you or the other little beings around you.

Your index and middle come up to caress your temples, trying to ease the pain. In that moment, your heart was racing and you still couldn't understand why.

It wasn't long until your bouncy five year old daughter and her father came barricading through the door. You didn't even heard them until warm, large hands enveloped the sides of your head, pulling it up so you could look at him in the eye.

Lizzie came around and saw that you were on the floor, she immediately ran to your side. Moving Dean's hands, she wound her arms around your neck and buried her head in the crook of it.

She was only young but she still knew how to calm you down almost instantly. It was a gift she had, she cared for people, she cared about the ones she loved.

You took in deep breaths matching her steady heart beat, you reached out to where Dean was leaning on haunches, watching the whole interaction between you and his daughter. Dean took your hand, gripping tightly, squeezing it every now and then, assuring you that he was there. He shuffled closer, his chin came to rest upon the crown of your head. He cradled both you and his daughter close to him, your sobs subsided and your breathing even and no longer erratic and out of control.

Dean gently pried away Lizzie from your body, so that she was leaning away, but he made sure that the two of you remained in close proximity. You were each other's anchors after all.

Momentarily, your hand left Dean's. They came up to cup Lizzie's face, you leaned forward, giving her a lingering kiss on her forehead, a giggle escaping her lips.

'I love you, Lizzie,' one hand left her face, tangling in Dean's hair and pulling him to you, so you could kiss him. When you retracted, you whispered that you loved him too.

Dean removed Lizzie from your lap, resting her on the counter top so he could lift you onto your feet. Once that was done, your tears had subdued, and you had managed to look him in his eyes.

'What's up? Why were you on the floor?' His forehead was placed against yours and his hands were on your hips.

You took a deep breath, deciding on whether or not to tell him. Now that you were calm and thought about your situations, it didn't really seem as much of a big deal than you thought it was in the heat of the moment. But you had ruined the day, it was an important day for Dean, and you couldn't do a simple everyday job.

You spoke extremely fast, it almost came out as one long word. 'I tried to bake you a cake but I got all the measurements and the times wrong, someone was also supposed to be here an hour ago and I'm scared they're not gonna come and I'm just going to be a big disappointment. I mean, it's your birthday and I've ruined it already,' you paused to check the time on your watch; it was only 14:27. 'What's wrong with me Dean? Why can't I do anything right, today?'

Clutching onto Dean's jacket, you closed your eyes, trying to prevent another episode of hyperventilation from occurring.

Lizzie had crawled over at Dean's beck and call, 'come'ere, nugget. Mommy needs us both.' She was behind you in an instant, wrapping her arms around your shoulders.

Dean's hands left your hips and enclosed around your face. 'You are anything but a disappointment. It doesn't matter if you bake me a pie and burn it, I'll probably end up eating it anyway. Or we could go to the store see if we get a slice for free. I don't care about that other guest, because as long as I have you and my little nugget over there, there's no place I'd rather be.

You remember why I said before, right? That you're a superhero? That still applies. Every. Damn. Day. Because, what person - other than a mother - can look after a five year old, a baby in a trench coat, a giant moose man and a no good hunter who got lucky with his two bet girls? The answer is you, (Y/N). You're the only one who did that and you mainly did that on your own.

When Cas lost his grace, you took care of him. When Sammy was getting sick from doing the trials, you took care of him. When I had the mark, you took care of me. You did your best to find a cure when I became a demon. You didn't give up on me. When you were giving birth to Lizzie, you never gave up, you kept pushing, you didn't let the pain stop you because that is who you are, it's what you do.

You are pretty awesome. Even when you were clueless about a situation, sweetheart, you still managed to pull through, you saved all of us when we were going to die and you didn't even know it back then. Don't you dare say that you are a disappointment, ever, because I swear to god you are nothing like that.

Those voices in your head that you get, they don't understand how truly strong you are in difficult positions you've been in. Through all the hard times, you know it gets better, that's what you told me. You fought for me, even when I pushed you away. You wouldn't let me go and I love you for that. So don't you dare say that you are a disappointment when you saved my life in more ways than one. I love you so damn much to let yourself be torn apart by your own mind when it is completely unnecessary. Your anxiety in this situation only shows you care to much to let anyone down but, sweetheart, we just want you. No add ons necessary. Just you. Just us. That's all I need.'

He stopped his emotional speech to put his arm around you after he helped Lizzie off of the counter and sandwiched her in between both I your bodies. 'I just need you - my beautiful girlfriend with a promise ring, and my gorgeous little nugget here who is always so full of either energy or compassion because, let's be honest, there is no in between. Is there, munchkin?'

He bounced her in his arms, gaining her attention, earning him a 'always, daddy,' from her as she gave him a toothy lopsided grin.

'I love you both so much.'

'Thanks Dean, and you too baby girl.'

Dean asked if you wanted to go to the local diner to grab a slice of pie and a load of meatloaf to stuff your bellies to last you a week. Even if there was left overs, you would happily wrap them in the containers you brought with you so you could take them to the bunker and eat them another time.

You changed into a blue sundress and threw half of your hair up, leaving the other half down and brushed it over your left shoulder. Slipping into your most comfortable pair of flats, you made eye contact with the image in the mirror. Your face returned to its normal colour and the swelling around your eyes and cheeks had gone down, and they were no longer red. You looked like yourself, the woman Dean had fallen in love with, the woman who had a beautiful daughter, a woman who had people around her who cares for her. You smiled at the thought and made your way to the stairs of the bunker.

Before you left, you texted Sam to bring the mystery guest to the diner you were headed to.

He lead you on one side of you both and sat Lizzie on the other, joining her, taking the protective stance, with an arm wrapped around her.

When the waitress came over, Dean ordered a large slice of meatloaf for you and himself, and a cheese burger for Lizzie; a large one at that, you knew Dean would steal the fries from her plate and scoff down the remnants of the burger that you knew she couldn't eat.

'I know your game, Winchester!' You smirked. He lead you to a booth, big enough seat six people, his hand splayed across the small of your back, his other gripping onto your daughter's.

'Always, thinking ahead, sweetheart. What can I say? I like food.'

'You know if you were that hungry, you could always order more food after we've eaten.'

Dean scoffed, 'that would make me look greedy.'

You smiled and took hold of the hand that was resting on the table. 'Dean, honey, you are greedy.'

'But they don't need to know that.'

'Daddy, you're always hungry. And you eat a lot. How are you not the size of an elephant?'

Dean released a full body laughter, one that was the epitome of a beautiful melody that you could listen to for the rest of your life and never tire of listening to it. 'Yeah, daddy, why aren't you the size of an elephant?'

'Alright, nugget, daddy's work requires a lot of running; either from the bad guys or to catch the bad guys. There's also other activities that make me keep in good shape, mommy appreciates those ones, don't you mommy?' He was mocking you, patronising you but all you could do was smirk and nod hoping that your little girl wouldn't press onto the subject any further. But as curious as ever, eager to learn more information, she asked the question you were dreading as she looked he father straight in the eye.

'What kind of activities?'

You said the first thing that was child friendly, before Dean said anything more that would dig a whole deeper into the ground. 'Mommy and Daddy hug a lot. Yep, that's what we do, we hug a lot.' You pinched the bridge of your nose, closing your eyes as you felt Dean's eyes bore into your head.

'That is totally what we do, nugget. We do a lotta hugging. We just do it when your asleep, the process is quicker and we enjoy it more.'

'Oh god, Dean. Oh look, food's coming!' You kicked his leg under the table, giving him a pointed look. He knew he was in trouble with the way he shrunk lower into his seat.

The food came but lasted longer that you thought it would. Before Dean could order, you told him to wait, and told him you were going to the bathroom. A quick detour to the counter and you asked if they could bring out the surprise in 10 minutes.

You got a text from Sam saying that he was going to be there within the next few minutes or so.

You saw him outside and waved him just before returning swiftly to your seat. You moved over near to the wall of the both making sure that there was enough space for your guests when they arrived. Sam and Mary came waltzing to your booth just after you sat down.

'Grandma!'

'Hey, gorgeous girl. Miss me?'

'Duh.'

'Mom, what are you doing here?' He got up to embrace her tightly, it had been at least six months since they had last seen each other.

You sat back watching the interaction between mother and son, you just adored that man with everything that you had.

'(Y/N) called me and invited me to the small gathering, so I thought I should come. I also wanted to give you this.'

She took off her necklace and placed it in his hands, closing it quickly. Even though he hadn't taken his eyes off of his mother's face, he knew instantly what she expected him to do in the not so distant future. It was her wedding ring.

Once everyone was seated and comfortable, the chatter grew, you learned more about what Dean was like as a child and how difficult Sam was to handle as a baby. You were interrupted when the lights went down and the employees started to sing happy birthday.

When they reached your table, they had finished singing, leaving Dean to blow out the candles on his birthday pecan pie.

'Happy Birthday Dean Winchester!'

'What did you wish for?'

He turned to you, but looked around the table quickly examination get the happy faces around him. 'Nothing. I got everything I need, right here.'

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