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More Japanese dual attack lines

So remember the dual attack quotes I posted way back when Warriors was first released? I’ve been doing more research over time, and it turns out all the Fates siblings have unique dual attack lines with each other. I also discovered that these change once the characters have reached an A-rank with each other, so that’s neat as well.

It’s pretty hard to understand them at times, since there a no subs for them, so I have to go entirely by ear while battle music and sound effects fire off as well.

With that being said, here are the ones between Leon<->Sakura and Takumi<->Elise, plus the A-rank quotes between Takumi and Leon. I might do more if I find the time in the future, but that’s unlikely.;;;

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little reputation things™
  • *ahem*
  • BUMMM BUMM BUM BUMMMM BUMM BUMM KNEW HE WAS A KILLA
  • i i i i  see how this is gon go
  • “but if i’m a thief then he can join the heist”
  • baby let the games begin! let the games begin! ahAH AHHHHHHHH
  • GETTING .5 SECONDS INTO END GAME AND UNDERSTANDING WHY THE ALBUM IS CALLED REPUTATION
  • ahHHH and ya heard about me”
  • ed sheeran rapping on a taylor swift song
  • “i swear i don’t love the drama IT LOVES ME”
  • ed in the background of the last chorus: “be yoUR A TEAM NOW”
  • the string plucky things in the beginning of i did something bad
  • “if a man talks shit then i owe him nothing”
  • THEN WHY’S IT FEEL SO BANG BANG GOOD BANG BANG GOOD
  • “and i’d do it over and over and over again if iiiii could”
  • RAH DI DI DI DI DI DI DI DI DI DAHHHHH 
  • “they’re burning all the witches even if you aren’t one”
  • taylor apparently wanting to be set on fire
  • ((agreed))
  • the harmonies on this album filling my entire soul
  • “oHHH LORD SAVE ME MY DRUG IS MY BABY I’LL BE USING FOR THE REST OF MY LIIIIIIIIFE” aka the only prayer i’ll ever say again
  • i get so high OH… trip of my life OH
  • the way she sings “using for the rest of my life oHH OH OH OHHH” after the bridge damn son
  • “my reputation’s never been worse so he must like me for me”
  • taylor finally discovering alcohol
  • the way she says “coz i know that it’s delicate” so…. delicately
  • how delicate feels like a rain shower in a desert
  • :) i :) don’t :) like :) your :) little :) games :)
  • OH look what you made me do
  • “i don’t like your kingdom keys, they once belonged to me”
  • “i’m sorry the old taylor can’t come to the phone right now. why? oh! BECAUSE SHE’S DEAD” is singlehandedly the most iconic thing i have ever and will ever hear.
  • so it goes being chill and then the chORUS AND ALL THE PIECES FALL!!! RIGHT INTO PLACE!!!
  • ;) scratches ;) down ;) your ;) back ;) now ;)
  • o n e  t w o  t h r e e
  • how getaway car is the only song i ever want to hear ever again
  • WE NEVER HAD A SHOTGUN SHOT IN THE DARK
  • think about the place where you first met me
  • “there were sirens in the beat of your heart”
  • the way she says getaway
  • the chorus of this song feeling like driving down a highway with the windows rolled down in the middle of the night
  • GO! GO! GO!
  • being part of a heist, leaving money in a bag in a shady motel, stealing keys and getting tf out in her getaway car. zoom zoom bitch.
  • COS NOTHING GOOD STARTS IN A GETAWAY CAR
  • “all the boys in their expensive cars, the range rovers and jaguars never took me quite where you do” calvin harris WHOM
  • the drums in king of my heart are more important than my need to breathe
  • “your love is a secret i’m hoping, dreaming, dying to keep”
  • ~up on the roof with a school girl crussshhhh drinking beer outta plastic cupsssss~
  • i’ll never let you goOOO
  • but we were dancing BASS DROP dancing with our hANDS TIED, HANDS TIED
  • “oh baby can we dance, through an avalanche?”
  • “swaying as the room burnt down, i’d hold you as the water rushes in” …. “so i punched a hole in the roof, let the flood carry away all my pictures” ….. h e c k
  • fiRST TIME FIRST TIIIIMEE OH 
  • how dress is literally an orgasm turned into a song and i’m… into it
  • take it oH OH OH OH OFFFF
  • “carve your name into my bedpost”
  • “but if i get burnt at least we were electrified”
  • wildest dreams who???
  • “and i woke up just in time, now i wake up by your side”
  • say my name and everything just stops -EVERYTHING STOPS-
  • THE ALARM BELLS IN THE BEGINNING OF NICE THINGS
  • ra’lin’ the chandilier
  • THIS IS WHY WE CAN’T HAVE NICE! THINGS! DAR!LIN!!!
  • AWaaaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaAAY
  • “and therein lies the issue, friends don’t try to trick you, get you on the phone and mind twist you”
  • the sound of shots being fired from every possible angle
  • if only you weren’t…. so shadyyyyy :)
  • they don’t care about the HE SAID SHE SAID
  • the way she says “and here’s to my baaabyyy
  • the organ?? piano???? during “and hereeee’s to youuu…” oh my god
  • CACKLE “I CAN’T EVEN SAY IT WITH A STRAIGHT FACE”
  • her voice at the end when she just says “nice things” 
  • her world crumbling around her and that’s just fine?? because of joe???? i wasn’t ready 
  • I’M THE ONE HE’S WALKING TOOOOOOO
  • “loves me like i’m brand new”
  • “all my flowers grew back as thorns” …. “all the flowers that we’d grown together died of thirst” again…. clean WHOM
  • I’M DOIN BETTER THAN I EVER WAASSSS
  • i’m laughing with my lover makin forts under covers trust him like a brother yeah you know i did one thing right
  • not because he owns me but cos he really knows me. which is more than they can say.
  • “you don’t need to save me, but would you run away with me?” “yes.” :’)
  • call it what you want is the lightest, softest pink sunrise seen from the window of a peaceful airplane in the early morning of a good day
  • how we went from pop anthems to??? i’m bawling in a sea of tissues on my bedroom floor at two in the morning and new year’s day is the most beautiful song i’ve ever heard??? 
  • it’s just a guitar and a piano and she’s harmonizing with herself
  • “don’t read the last page, but i stay”
  • “i want your midnights, and i’ll be cleaning up bottles with you on new year’s day”
  • “i can tell that it’s gonna be a long road” as in she knows that even if it’ll be a long road they’ll always be together don’t TOUCH me
  • hold on to the memories, they will hold onto you
  • hold on to the memories, they will hold onto you
  • hold on to the memories, they will hold onto you
  • and i will hold onto you
  • “please don’t ever become a stranger whose laugh i could recognize anywhere”
  • oh cool my heart’s shattered into a million pieces this is fine thanks
  • how there’s ten seconds of silence at the end of new year’s day because you bet your ass i need recovery time before the album starts over again and i gotta get back to boppin’
  • BUMMM BUMM BUMM BUMMMM BUMM BUMM KNEW HE WAS A KILLA 
  • ((they were not ready for it))
signs as sounds

aries - crackle of a fire
taurus - peacefully chirping birds
gemini - the sizzle opening a fizzy drink
cancer - rain hitting a window
leo - the voice of someone you love
virgo - crickets chirping
libra - wind chimes
scorpio - thunder
sagittarius - crunch of snow from your shoe
capricorn - grandfather clocks
aquarius - genuine laughter
pisces - naturally flowing water

Fellow writers.

Confirm to me that the finest feeling in this world comes from a person who reviews Chapter One by saying, “Ooh, this seems quite interesting! I’m looking forward to seeing where the story goes.”

And their review for Chapter Fifteen is either a string of incomprehensible noises, a marriage proposal, or sounds like it was fired at you out of a cannon.

they call her maid maleen

for the first few trembling years of her life, she is a princess. she is the daughter to the king, born of his beloved wife and of her visage. her dark eyes have the appearance of a smoky quarts and her mother carefully twists her mass of black hair into a hundred small braids down her back. she is a beautiful, quiet child, and for a while all is well. they call her princess maleen.

then her mother dies. it seems as if the king is determined to bury his love for his daughter along with his queen. he moves her to a different wing of the castle, and refuses to see her. her tutors are let go, and the nobles’ children are no longer allowed to play with her. only the maids look after her now.

the king remarries. the new queen gives birth to a son, and maleen is forgotten completely, banished from a home she still resides in and a life she can now only watch unfold.

the maids take care of her, braid her hair and kiss the blisters on her fingers, teach her to scrub at porcelain and polish silver, to clean a fireplace and mop polished marble floors.

they call her maid maleen.

~

the king has a son by his new wife, and then a daughter. they are pale and fair-haired like their mother, with only their dark eyes to show they are the king’s children. but they inherit none of their parents’ beauty, have faces that don’t look quite right and bodies that get stuck between gangly and chubby and never settle into one or the other. princess gisella and prince jan are privately regarded as unfortunate products of a lovely union.

maid maleen spends long hours working, and has neither the time nor funds for creams to soften her skin or oils to care for her hair, has never used face powder or lip color.

maid maleen is twenty three years old, and the most beautiful woman in the kingdom.

her braids are wrapped carefully atop her head, but when she lets them loose they hang past her hips. her dark skin is made even darker thanks to long hours working in the palace garden, and her eyes have never lost that same curious light. she walks straight and strong, years of hard labor giving her muscles and definition to her body that she never would have had as a princess. boys and girls give her long, considering looks and flirtatious smiles, and nobles have to double-take when she passes them by.

no one speaks of it anymore. but maid maleen looks ever more like her beautiful late mother, has the same eyes as her father, and dressing in ill-fitting cast offs and running her ragged can’t hide the truth.

maid maleen is the king’s daughter.

she has accepted her life as a maid in the palace she was one day set to inherit, and tries to see it as a gift. she sleeps with who she likes, may marry whichever of the charming boys from the city who’s smile she likes best. in the maids who raised her she has more mothers than she has fingers, and perhaps she longs for the days when she was a small princess, when she was the apple of her parents’ eye, when the whole of their nation was to be hers to inherit.

but then the blacksmith’s daughter lets her hands linger a little too long on her wrists, and maleen knows that she won’t be sleeping alone tonight. there are some things that worth more to her than a throne she was born to. she doesn’t miss the little girl she used to be.

until.

tensions have always run high between their kingdom and the neighboring one – too many squabbles over borders, over trade agreements, over patrols, over anything and everything the kings can find a reason to be upset about, it seems like. so when prince wolfgang is sent over, the whole palace is abuzz. the prince seems determined to inherit a peaceful land, and is coming over to talk with the king to do it.

maleen does not care for princes. nor for nobles of any rank, in fact. she remembers how they turned on her, she sees the small acts of pettiness and cruelty they thoughtlessly inflict on their servants, and she wants nothing to do with it. commoners may not be as educated as nobles, may not have as many objects to call their own, but maleen finds she prefers their company to that of lords. she’s uninterested in this prince, which is perhaps why she’s the one that gets sent to his rooms. her moms can trust that she at least won’t fawn over him.

“sir wolfgang,” she murmurs, pushing open his door and giving a low curtsy, keeping her eyes trained on his mud covered boots. “is there anything you require?”

silence. she can only stay bent in a curtsey so long before she loses patience. she’s almost given up on him, is about to cut her losses and call it a night when he says, hesitant, “queen sabine?”

her mother’s name is punch to her gut, and her head snaps up at the sound of it, the rolling fire of her temper bubbling just below her skin. “i am maid maleen,” she snaps, then tacks on “your highness,” after a moment’s consideration.

his cloak is half unbuttoned as he stares at her with a slack mouth. she supposes he would not look unhandsome if he were not currently doing his best to imitate a frog. he appears to be only a handful of years older than she is, and if she were not furious she would be impressed that he remembers her mother well enough to see sabine in her.

“maleen,” he repeats, and for a moment she wonders if he will recognize her as well, but he only says, “my apologies. if you would help me with my cloak, i would be much obliged.”

she’s instantly suspicious. she’s met nice nobles before, ones that were considerate and remembered her name and thanked her when she brought them wine. but she’s never met a nice prince before – they’re always of the worst sort. “yes, your highness,” she says, and the cloak is soaked through and clinging, it’s no wonder he’s struggling with it. once she’s gotten it off she hangs it to dry, then goes back to him. she slaps away his numb, struggling fingers and undoes the rest of the buckles and loops of his overly complicated clothing. she’s gotten down him down to an undershirt and pants when his hands grab hers. she blinks and looks up. he has freckles dusting across his nose.

“this is inappropriate,” he says, but honestly she’s stripped a lot of nobles, it wasn’t weird until he took her hands and looked at her like no one’s ever looked at her before.

“yes, your highness,” she agrees, and takes a step back. she places his clothes in front of a fire, curtsies, and leaves. she can feel the weight of his gaze on her all the way back to her room.

wolfgang continues his diplomatic agenda, having long meetings with the royal family. after, maleen goes and tends to him, setting out his food and taking care of his clothes, straightening up any mess that he’s made. at first he’s quiet, and he just watches her, but he quickly discovers that maleen has opinions and thoughts and isn’t afraid to share them. soon they’re debating the finer points of trade routes and arguing the effectiveness of a sliding tax scale, and maleen comes to cherish the evenings she spends with the prince, likes the way he speaks to her and looks at her, likes the shape of his smile.

weeks in she enters his room, dinner steaming in her hands and eager to continue their conversation about state funded orphanages versus a state funded foster system. he’s pacing and tense, shoulder stiff. “wolfgang,” she sets down the food and wipes her hands on her apron, “is something wrong?”

“is it true?” he asks, and he’s not looking at her. he’s always looked at her before.

“is what true?” she flinches away from his coldness, is already preparing to retreat and hide and beg someone else to watch over him.

he turns to her, and she’s baffled by the mixture of hope and anger on his face. “are you the king’s daughter? are you princess maleen?”

she takes a step back, “i am maid maleen.”

“please,” he follows her as she steps away from him, and her back hits the wall. he stops when he’s almost close enough to touch. “my father sent me here with the goal to seal our new treaty with a marriage. he expects me to marry princess gisella. but if you are the daughter of the king – then he will allow me to marry you instead!”

“who says i want to marry you?” she retorts, but he gets on bended knee and she freezes.

he holds a hand for her own, and against every bit of logic, she gives it to him. “maleen, i’ve never felt this way about anyone. i was willing enough to enter a loveless marriage before i knew what true love is, but now i do, and i can’t go back. marry me.”

she wants to. she thinks she loves him. she hadn’t been planning to fall in love with anyone. “i am the king’s daughter,” she tells him, “but i am no princess. i haven’t been a princess in a long time.”

he brings her hand to his mouth so he can kiss each one of her knuckles, “then we’ll have to change that.”

~

wolfgang goes to the king to make his case, to return maleen to her birthright and allow her to marry him.

it goes even worse than maleen had feared.

her father is furious. he’s so angry at the audacity of this request that prince wolfgang is thrown from the kingdom. so incensed is he, that guards drag maleen from her bed in the middle of the night and throw her into a tower. the door closes shut behind them, and she bangs on it and screams but no one comes for her.

there are no windows, and only one door with a sliding metal grate in the bottom. she’s high in the tower, she thinks, from the number of steps she’d been forced to climb, but she stands on a dirt floor. the room contains only the bare minimum needed for survival, and nothing more.

once a week food is slid through the slot in the door. she has to be careful, because if she eats it too fast they will not provide more, she will just starve. days turn to weeks turn to months, and she despairs of ever being let out of this tower. months turn to years, and she gives up hope entirely of leaving this tower. she considers refusing to eat, killing herself slowly through starvation, because death is preferable to life locked in this tower.

one night there’s a scuffle, and shouting, and for the first time since she was shoved inside the door opens. there’s a guard standing there, and princess gisella tentatively steps inside. “maid ma – i mean, maleen?”

maleen stares. this is the first time she’s seen another person in years, and suddenly for all the screaming she’d done she can’t find her voice. gisella takes another cautious step forward, “maleen, please – we don’t have much time.” she holds out her hand, “come with me.”

gisella is sixteen now. although she’ll never be a great beauty, she’s grown into many of the features that she was once mocked for. “where?” she asks, but takes gisella’s hand and lets her lead them down the twisting staircase. anyplace is better than the tower.

“i’m to be married in a week’s time to prince wolfgang.” maleen feels a sharp pain go through her chest. had wolfgang forgotten her? their farce of a romance was such a quick, shallow thing. she was a fool to fall for it in the first place. “i’m not going to show up. you are.”

she stares, “what?”

“wolfgang started a war over father locking you in the tower,” she explains, “but eventually it got to a point where neither could justify it, so our father and wolfgang’s decided our union would mean peace between our countries, as intended. but i don’t want to marry prince wolfgang, and he does not want to marry me.”

“i don’t understand,” she hadn’t paid much attention to the girl when they were in the palace together, and she’s regretting that now.

they finally reach the end of the tower. it’s the first time she’s breathed fresh air in years. she tries not to get distracted by it, and instead focuses on the carriage to her left, and the pure black mare laden like a pack mule on her right. “i’m leaving,” gisella says, “i don’t want to be wolfgang’s bride because i want to be klaus’s,” the guard smiles, and he must be klaus, the princess is rejecting a prince to run away with a commoner. “there’s a map and everything you need in the saddlebags. the wedding dress is waiting for you at the castle. no one will know you’re not me until wolfgang unveils you, and by then it will be too late. he will marry you, and i will be gone.”

“why are you doing this?” she asks.

gisella shrugs, “you’re my sister, and father is an idiot. i want you to be happy, and i want wolfgang to be happy, and i want to be happy too. this way we all get what we want. our brother will be waiting for you in wolfgang’s castle. he’ll help you.”

maleen is speechless. gisella grabs her in a quick hug – the only one they’ve ever shared – and then goes to the carriage with klaus trailing behind her. “i’ll see you again, princess maleen!”

she doesn’t have time for tears. she gets on the mare, and rides for the palace of the neighboring land.

~

she makes it just in time. she sneaks into the castle the night before the wedding, ducking around servants until she find her way to jan’s door. she knocks, tentative, wondering if this was a mistake and all one elaborate trap. but the door opens and his face slackens in relief, “finally!” he pulls her inside, and sits her down. there’s lukewarm water waiting for her so she can clean herself, and jan stands with his back to her the whole time, outlining the wedding and how it will go so she knows what to expect the next day. “father isn’t here,” he assures her, “he didn’t want to leave the kingdom, so i’m here in his stead.”

“won’t you miss your sister?” maleen finishes washing and wraps herself in a soft blanket.

“when i am king, gisella will return,” he says confidently, “she will come home and bring klaus, and you will rule here with wolfgang, and all will be well. our countries shall be great allies when it is me and wolfgang on the throne.”

he’s only a year older than gisella, just seventeen, and maleen feels oddly old next to them, feels old next to these children who know what they want and take it and don’t let anything stand in their way.

“we need to get your hair rebraided,” he says, “you should look perfect tomorrow. it’s your wedding day.”

she stares, aghast. “that will take all night!”

“i’ve brought help,” he says, and sends a servant down the hall. the servant returns with a half dozen of the maids who raised her, and who crowd forward and hug her and kiss her cheeks and say how much they’ve missed her. princess or not, bride or not, to them she will always be their little maid maleen.

~

it’s clear gisella picked her wedding dress with maleen in mind. it fits her for one thing, and is clinging and heavy, and it must have looked awful on gisella, but on her it’s perfect. her dress is accompanied by white silk gloves and a thick veil so that no one can see her, so that no one will know she’s not the daughter of the king they’re expecting to be there.

wolfgang is at the end of the aisle, looking like he’s going to an execution, and it takes more self control than maleen was anticipating not to go running to him. she turns to him, and he lifts her veil. he sees her and freezes, mouth sliding open. she winks at him, because they just need to keep it together until they’re married, he just has to keep his cool for a few minutes and they’ll have won it all. wolfgang closes his mouth and says nothing about how this is clearly not the bride he was supposed to marry. they turn so none of the guests can see them, and the priest gives maleen a confused look, but with a glare from wolfgang he continues on with the ceremony as if nothing is out of place.

“you may now kiss the bride,” the priest says, after what seems like an eternity.

wolfgang grabs her about the waist, dips her, and kisses her soundly on the mouth. her veil falls off and she can hear the horrified and shocked gasps of the guests, and under that jan’s laughter. when they break apart, foreheads still pressed together, she whispers, “hello, prince wolfgang.”

he kisses her again, quick and sweet, and does nothing at all to disguise the joy in his face. “hello, princess maleen.”

and they all lived happily ever after.


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  • Laurens: So, what’s the plan? We go in there and just pow, pow, pow! And pick up the hostages?
  • Hamilton: What was that noise?
  • Laurens: gun fire.
  • Hamilton: No, John, I think you mean pew pew pew.
  • Laurens: That sounds like fire works.
  • Lafayette: Technically, they are like pa-choo, pa-choo, pa-choo.
  • Mulligan: Ok enough with the bad sound effects. Besides it’s more like blam, blam, blam.
  • Laurens: What?
  • Hamilton: No way.
  • Lafayette: Wrong.
  • Burr: Guys, focus.
Jungkook’s little treat

Pairing: You/Jungkook
Genre: Smut
Summary: Jungkook has fallen head over heels with a very beautiful and, most definitely, older than him owner of a very popular bakery in town. What happens when he finally musters up enough courage to approach her? Better yet, what happens when both of them got stuck in the bakery because of the approaching snowstorm?
💖 🍬 🍪 Warning: I’m not responsible for the harmful effects of a sudden increase in sugar levels in your blood after reading this fic. Over-indulgence in Kookies may lead to diabetes.  🍪 🍬 💖


Jeon Jungkook is very impatient. It’s never been in his nature to wait for anything longer than it’s absolutely necessary. His hotheaded temper has always pushed him to his limits and made him achieve anything he’s ever wanted. Without fail.

Another adjective to describe this doe-eyed boy would be the incurable stubbornness, which demonstrates itself in every possible aspect of his life. If Jungkook wants it, Jungkook will have it. And, surely, it will be just the way he needs it to be.

A very dangerous mix. A quick-temper and a stubborn ass, when combined, can lead to the shaping of a very passionate type of personality.

So, once this charming boy laid his eyes on you- the owner of a very popular bakery in town- he immediately made up his made to have you as his girlfriend.

And there is absolutely nothing that could stop him now. Neither the fact that he is basically a complete stranger to you nor the fact that you’re more or less 4 years older than Jungkook. Not to look any further, this pretty boy wouldn’t even bother thinking about the possibility of you being in a relationship.

After all,

If Jungkookie wants something, Jungkookie will get it.


Originally posted by hopper310

So recently, it just so happened, that you’ve been continuously hosting a rather shy young man, a very handsome young man, to stick to the facts.

Naturally, it hasn’t escaped your notice, since the boy’s been rather evidently gawking at you whenever he thinks you don’t pay attention, that maybe his numerous visits aren’t just because of the addictive sugar in your cakes and muffins.


You break into a girlish giggle, the moment you see him bashfully peaking inside the bakery and instantly searching for you with his chocolate-brown eyes. It’s freezing cold outside and the windows are covered in a sparkly layer of thin ice. It’s been a long time since winter was this cold in your hometown. Eventually, he gets inside and cheers up a little once he is sure that you’re at work. He takes off his hat and almost tip-toes to stand in a queue. He seems to be nervous about something, or maybe it’s the excitement? You can’t really tell.

You keep giving him the side-eye while trying to look busy with your customer. You notice the redness of the tip of his nose and ears. His eyes glazed over, most probably owing to the strong wind outside.

He looks like Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer,” a very silly thought flashes through your head, “It’s so… Cute.”

“What’s cute about a snowstorm, Sweety?” An old granny asks, bewildered.

You’ve just realised that you haven’t really paid attention to your surroundings.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Ma’am,” you give an apologetic smile while handing her the box of freshly baked mini strawberry tarts.

“I am a bit distracted today,” you explain. “Could you say it again, please?”

Her face lights up with a warm smile. She turns around to look at Jungkook and playfully pokes him with her elbow.

“You young people, all you can think about are these… Dates!”

She chuckles lightly, her eyes keenly fishing for your and Jungkook’s reaction. He blushes furiously with his plump lips frozen in an “oo” shape.

“I was talking about the snowstorm. It’s coming tonight.” She patted Jungkook on his back. “You better get cosy near the fireplace and don’t wander off anywhere, kids!”

Having said that she winked in your direction and aimed for the door.

There was a moment of disturbing silence between you and Jungkook before you managed to snap out of it.

“Yes? How can I help you?” you sound very polite and professional. “Same as usual?” you add quickly smiling at Jungkook.

He has always asked for a black coffee and a small treat of your choice. Be it a piece of pumpkin pie, gooey brownie or a glazed donut, the boy didn’t care much as long as he could eat something recommended by you.

“Anything you would like to eat, Ma’am,” he has always answered with the same agonizingly sweet grin on his perfectly shaped face.

But this time, much to your astonishment, the boy shakes his head in disagreement.

“This time make it double, please.”

“Oh.” You keep staring at the boy with an expression of a deer caught in headlights. That annoying tinge of jealousy, a feeling you haven’t really expected to experience now, catches you off guard completely.

“I’m waiting for somebody,” the boy says gazing away, “Could you please bring it all to the table once my friend gets here?”

“Are you sure it’s a wise idea, boy? You heard the old lady… The snowstorm is coming,” you can’t believe your own words. Yet, you keep on talking.

“Maybe you should cancel the meeting and order a take-out?” Your hands firmly grasp the counter as your lips turn into a wry smile.

“No,” he says firmly, “It’s a very important meeting.”

“Of course. As you wish.” You turn around immediately to cover your disappointment while pretending to be busy with his order.

He walks away and, just as usual, chooses to sit at the table in the corner of the room, right beside the fireplace. Little do you know, though, that it’s not a mere whim, not a matter of a favourite place to sit or anything of that sort. It’s just the ideal place to stare at you when you stand behind the counter.


Gradually, it’s getting darker and darker outside and it seems that the wind’s really picking up. Howling noises of the gusting wind and the freezing temperature scare all the quests away, who hurriedly head back homes before it’s too late to escape the blizzard.

With the exception of Jungkook, of course.

The boy is still sitting at the table, stealing glances in your direction, even though his attention is supposedly focused on the phone in his hands.

It’s about the time to close, so you start pulling down the roller blinds while peeking at Jungkook. He doesn’t seem to budge an inch.

Does he know I have to close the bakery?” you wonder, slowly strolling to his table.

He looks up the moment you approach him.

“It seems I’ll have to get this take-out, after all,” he cracks a rather goofy smile.


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“Sure, I’ll go and pack it for you then.” You walk away to prepare the coffee and the box with two cinnamon rolls. Meanwhile, Jungkook walks up to the door and tries opening it. A powerful blow of wind almost makes him lose his balance. The wind mixed with white flakes of snow rush into the warmth of your bakery, making you shiver from cold. Jungkook struggles to slam the door and stop the blizzard from covering the entire room with snow and ice. He pushes the door with his back and finally succeeds. It’s calm and warm again. Once more, the comforting sounds of crackling fire fill up the bakery’s interiors. You can hear Jungkook pant slightly, as he stands with his back pressed against the door and his hands resting on his knees. You come up to him with the order in your hands. He looks at you and then at the box with his sweet treat

“I’m afraid you got stuck with me here, Ma’am,” he beams sweetly at you.

Rightly so, there is so much snow outside it’s impossible to go out, not to mention the piercing wind and the freezing cold temperature. You bite your lip, being worried about the prospects of spending the entire night here. Noticing your concern, Jungkook straightens up and gazes right into your eyes.

“How about eating these delicious sweets together, Ma’am?”

“How about your friend, though…,” you answer weakly. “Won’t she be disappointed?”

Jungkook blinks twice, looking very much surprised. You almost chuckle at his reaction. The boy looks utterly clueless.

“She?” he asks baffled.

“Yes, your friend.” You can’t hide the sour tone of your voice.

He starts scratching his head, still being completely oblivious, and then he smiles again.

“Ahh…”, he stutters, “Yeah…”


“It’s nothing important,” he moves closer and walks behind you. His long fingers dig into your shoulder blades and you almost jump when he starts pushing you in the direction of the table near the fireplace.

“Oi, hold on here, oi…!”  

You look behind your shoulder seeking for his face.

“You told me it’s ‘so important’!”

Both of you almost bump into the chair. Jungkook was so caught up with finding an explanation to your question that he didn’t notice it standing in your way. But, at the last moment, he grabbed your shoulders and not so gently forced you to stop, which ended up in you bumping into his chest and nearly head-butting him
.

“Ma’am, please be more careful!”

“You were the one pushing me!”

He sighs and moves the chair for you rolling his eyes in the process, which makes you pout your lips while staring at him angrily. You both sit down, averting each other’s gaze. Eventually, Jungkook gives in.

“How about we just eat the sweets and forget about all this nonsense?”

He smiles sweetly with his eyes glued to your face.

“I’m sure you’ve prepared something very delicious. Just as always.”

He opens the box and his eyes sparkle with excitement. He makes this “OOH” sound which children so often give out while opening Christmas presents.

“Cinnamon buns?! Are you for real?” he rejoices. “I thought all got sold out.”

He takes them out of the box, one by one, serving the bigger bun for you. Then, he takes the coffee and removes the plastic lid. It’s steaming hot. Much to your surprise, the boy starts blowing air at your beverage wanting to cool it off.

“Ai, it’s so hot!”

He puts the cup right next to the cinnamon bun and looks at you.

“Wait a little, please. I don’t want you to burn yourself.”

Having said that, the boy immediately reaches for his own bun and happily bites into it. You really feel relieved because if he didn’t start munching on the food, you wouldn’t even know how to react to his caring behaviour and words.

God, he is so sweet.”

Your mind screams as you keep watching the dark haired boy. He basically devours the bun, stuffing his cheeks with huge bites of the pastry. You could even swear you`ve just heard him humming in approval. His fingers get all sticky from the glaze as he doesn’t even bother using the spoon and eats while holding the bun in his hand. Your eyes widen a little when he puts his index finger to his mouth in order to lick it clean. He then notices your prying eyes.

“Aren’t you eating?” he asks worriedly.

“Of course I am.”

Right away, you take a bite, angry at yourself for staring at him for so long. He beams cutely.

“Good, you should eat a lot, Noona.”

You almost choke on the bun. Damn, he has just called you ‘Noona’.

“Listen here, boy-”

“It’s Jungkook,” he interrupts. “My name is Jungkook.”

He swallows one last bite of the bun and licks his lips while still looking at you. A ticklish sensation builds up in your belly and you decide it’s better to keep your comment for later.

“What did you want to say?” Jungkook nags.

“Forget it,” you say taking another bite to avoid answering.

Suddenly, he starts chuckling and when you give him a questioning look he seems to get more and more amused.

“What’s your problem, eh?” Your brows furrow.

Much to your surprise, he leans in and places his thumb on your upper lip. He rubs it gently and then brings the finger to his mouth.

“Now, I have none. But, the chocolate on your lip was a bit too… Distracting.”

This odd sensation in your gut has just reached its peak and your heart starts pounding.

“Would you like some more, Jungkook?” You question weakly.

The boy shifts in his chair in excitement, ”Can I get one, please?!”

“Sure,” you whisper standing up and hurriedly walking over the counter. You started panicking again and you’re happy that you managed to distract his attention and wriggle out of this… bizarre situation.

Moments later, you take a deep breath and head back to the table. You put on a confident smile and serve the boy yet another cinnamon bun with a double chocolate frosting.

Jungkook grabs the bun and begins chewing on it joyfully. Just when you think the boy will give you a much-needed breather to collect yourself, he starts talking with his mouth full of food.

“Noona, your boyfriend is really lucky. I’ve never eaten anything better than your pastry.”

You take one huge gulp of coffee before answering. His attempts at wooing you are as clear as day, and yet, something urges you to play along.

“Look at you, you curious bunny,” you smirk crossing your arms on your chest. This nickname seems to fit quite well.

Jungkook stops chewing and his eyes get even bigger than usual.

“I’m not with anybody and if you say such things you can upset your girlfriend, Jungkookie.”

He swallows the last bit of his second serving and readjusts himself on the chair.

“I don’t have a girlfriend, Noona.”

“How come?” you smile playfully. “No cute girls at school?”

He rolls his eyes. He rolls his eyes so hard you want to slap him for being such an arrogant ass.

It’s unbelievable!” you think to yourself. One moment he is an adorable kid and the next one he gets so cheeky it’s difficult to put up with him.

“At the University,” he corrects you. “I’m not interested in these girls. They’re all so loud… and childish.”

He leans in a little, closing the already small distance between you. His knee accidentally (or maybe not really?) brushes against yours.

“I prefer older women,” he announces flashing his bunny teeth. “Just like you.”


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“Ohh… Is that so?” you ask him while putting your elbows on the table. “What’s so attractive about us, older women? Tell me, please.”

The boy giggles nervously looking away for one or two seconds but eventually, he turns to you and quickly licks his lips before answering.

“You’re just so much more mature and…,” he drums his fingers on the table.

“And?” Your heart starts racing for no reason. It seems you’re really enjoying this conversation.

“And you know how to take care of me,” he clears his throat and adds, “Properly.”

You grin rather a bit too provocatively, “You mean sex?”

He nods his head vigorously, being visibly tense.

“Yes this is what I meant,” he answers trying to sound as cool as it’s only possible.

“So, you must have had previous experiences with older than you ladies, is that correct?”

The tension in the room gets so thick one could almost cut it with a knife.

“I’ve had one, ehh, let’s call her a friend.”

“Mhmmm…,” you hum in response waiting eagerly for him to continue.

“It wasn’t anything big. Just…,” he hesitates. “Just sex.”

“I see,” your throat goes dry when he glances at you hungrily.

“But it was a long time ago. Almost a year and a half.” He finishes the story still ogling you.

“So, it basically means that you haven’t had a girl for all this time?”

“Frankly speaking…yes.”

There is a moment of silence as you’re basically trying to digest his words and their implication.

“Noona,” his pitch of voice gets a bit too high, “How about you?”

“What about me?” you ask perplexed.

“Have you ever had a younger man?” Upon uttering this nosy question, Jungkook moves his chair closer to you and leans down. His elbows now resting on his thighs. It seems you’re basically trapped, with your legs right between his and his handsome face right in front of yours.

You have no intention of showing how much it affects you. Your palms start sweating owing to the close proximity between you and Jungkook.

“You mean… Rather a boy, not a man, right?” You raise your eyebrow cheekily.

His cute smile disappears from his face and is replaced with an angry-looking pout. It doesn’t last long, though, as the boy gives you an eat-shitting grin before he opens his mouth to respond.

“No, not a boy. I was talking about a younger man.”

“I’m afraid I know none, Jungkookie,” you smile triumphantly. “But I can safely say, that I’ve just met a very cute younger boy.”

He snorts with laughter and starts cracking his knuckles angrily. He bites on his lip gazing right into your eyes.

“I can easily prove how wrong you are, Noona,” he challenges and traces your body with his eyes. He wants you and you know it all too well.

“Oh really?” you mock. “How would you do that?”

But, you want him too and you’re not going to pretend. It’s just that the boy is really fun to tease and you simply can’t stop riling him up.

A lone vein throbbed above Jungkook’s right eye. You just smile a rather deceptively innocent smile in response.

“Right,” he whispers through clenched teeth and lowers his gaze and then suddenly he chuckles lowly which sends shivers down your spine.

“Actually, it is very easy to prove you wrong, Noona. I don’t really think you’d squeeze your thighs so much in a presence of just a cute boy.”

Instantly, you part your legs feeling the blood rushing to your cheeks and before you can say anything Jungkook’s hand creeps under your skirt as he crashes your lips together. His bunny teeth collide with yours but you don’t mind as the boy impatiently forces himself inside your mouth, eagerly swirling his tongue against yours. A delicious whimper escapes his lips as he runs his fingers over the elastic band of your stockings. Without much hesitation, Jungkook snatches at the band and pulls off the material to get to your bare thigh. You jump as his cold hand grabs hold of your over-sensitive flesh and begins fondling it.

“Mhmm… Jun-jungkook,” you mewl into the kiss.

He pulls away for a moment, both of you gasping for air. His nose brushes against yours and your foreheads are tightly pressed together.

“All my friends call me Kookie,” he grins cheekily seeing you so whipped for him after a mere kiss and some thigh petting.

“Feel free to do that,” he adds squeezing your thigh harshly and your eyes flutter shut as you bite your lip to stop yourself from gasping.

You’d feel ashamed for dropping your guard so easily, you’d be angry at yourself for moaning right into this boy’s mouth, you’d be disappointed at your own hips so wantonly pushing forward, encouraging Jungkook to move his shaky fingers a little bit higher, but the thing is, you don’t. He makes you so horny and you can hear your own heart beating through your chest. Once again, you jerk your hips being totally lost in your own lust. The boy fiercely grips your skin, digging his nails into your thigh so much that you can feel your flesh burning because of his rough groping.

Your breath hitches as you struggle to deliver an answer with a coquettish grin on your face.

“Why, does it get you off when your Noonas give you cute nicknames?”

As if he meant to punish you, Jungkook pushes away the soaking wet material of your panties and rubs your clit with his thumb making you arch your back to grant the boy a better access to your wetted core. Much to your disappointment, Jungkook doesn’t press harder. Instead, he gently massages your folds making you wiggle closer to him in frustration. His finger pad lightly applying pressure on the tip of your clit.

“Kookie, you little- ahhh,” you groan angrily when the boy completely removes his finger from your entrance.

“You little shi-,”

“Somehow I think it gets you off just as much as me, Noona.”
He butts in, not allowing you to vent out your irritation. Right then, his hands sneak under your apron. Jungkook forcefully grabs the material of your skirt and pulls it off together with your panties in a one sharp tug eliciting a dissatisfied whine from you as there is nothing to protect your ass from the cold surface of the wooden chair. Your body shivers and small goosebumps appear all over your skin. You reach out to Jungkook, shamelessly craving his warmth and thirsting for his touch. Your face grimaces as the unpleasant cold sensation keeps attacking your body. Noticing your discomfort, Jungkook immediately wraps his arms around you and guides you to sit on his muscular thigh. Your clit rubbing all over his jeans as you sit down on him.

“Baby girl, come here I’ll warm you up. I’m so sorry,” the apologetic and caring tone of his angelic voice makes your stomach flutter, heat pooling low in your belly at his tender sweet-nothings whispered against your ear. His manly hands wander down your back to grab your butt and force you to ride his leg. His hands are so warm, squeezing your ass with such a force it will for sure end up with a couple of bruises the next day. Obediently, you start to rock your hips in sync with Jungkook’s rough grips. He sets up an even pace, always making sure to push his thigh up to make you feel him better. You’re boldly fucking yourself on his thick leg, straddling a boy who seemed to be so sweetly innocent and shy. The biggest bullshit ever.

One of his hands greedily reaches for the straps of your apron. He swiftly unwraps the bow and strips you naked not wanting to waste any more time.

“I was tempted to leave the apron on, but…,” he purrs into your ear grazing your earlobe with his teeth. His hand on your ass drives you crazy, not allowing you to stop grinding even for a moment. He’s breathing against your neck, softly pressing his wet lips to your ticklish skin. You’re now completely naked, trying to cover your body, tightly wrapping your arms around his torso and burying your face into his chest.

“But, I think today,” he inhales sharply. “Today I need to see you completely naked.” His whisper is so desperate that you can feel your walls clenching around the thin air in excitement. You squeeze his leg tighter and he moans lewdly encouraging you to go on.

“Kookie, ahh-” you moan back addressing him by his nickname.

This instant, Jungkook’s hand wanders in the direction of your clit. The pleasant sensation from minutes before, of his fingers, gently rubbing your folds, once again sets you on fire. Jungkook grabs your legs and links his thighs to make you sit on him with your core right in front of the bulge in his pants. Your legs hanging loose on both of his sides.


“Baby girl, you are so fucking beautiful,” he squeaks as he basically devours your entire body. You can’t really hide anything from him now. Your eyes locking for a brief moment before he gazes down, lusting over your exposed and shivering skin. You stare at him and his face, into those sinfully beautiful chocolate eyes, and feel something low in your body tighten. Involuntarily, you push your hips into Jungkook’s hand, urging him to somehow ease off this sudden flexing of muscles in your core.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he keeps on moaning, revealing a bit of his submissive side. His words becoming bolder and bolder, lewd compliments causing both of you to blush.

But then, it’s your turn to groan as your walls grip Jungkook’s intrusive finger. You cry out in pure pleasure, as he simply keeps on pushing the entire length of his long and slender finger in and out of your pussy.

“I love how you feel down there, Noona,” he admits, pushing his finger further, to better feel your heat, your wetness. Your body begins pulsing around his thick digit.

“Oh fuck,” you groan wildly, not recognizing your own voice anymore. “Just like that, ahh, please,” you beg, nails digging into his scalp.

Hearing as those needy cries fall from your lips, Jungkook feels his dick throbbing with aching need. He groans pushing his hips forward, hoping to get some friction from your pussy. Unfortunately, your hips don’t meet and he wants to cry from all of the tension that has built up in him because of you. He clenches his teeth, still thrusting his hips forward, never stopping to finger your pussy despite his painful erection. You’re so caught up in chasing your own orgasm that you haven’t really noticed how desperate he’s become. He runs his thumb between your slick folds and then violently pushes his second finger into you.

“Kookie, fuck! I’m cumming,” you scream, fiercely pulling at his hair and biting his collarbone to somehow muffle your moans.

“Baby, you’re clenching so hard,” a groan rips from his chest at how quickly he managed to make you come. Your body is so responsive to his touch that he simply can’t wait to bury his dick inside you and make you feel even better.

Your hips keep rocking against his palm and you tremble. You can’t really keep your balance as your head starts spinning. Jungkook immediately hugs you tighter, helping you to ride out your violent orgasm. Your body convulses for one last time and you go entirely limp, melting into his arms.

Jungkook, so desperately craving his own release, stands up with your legs wrapped around him and sits you on the chair. You’re still a bit dizzy from your high when your naked ass touches the surface of the wooden seat. He kneels in front of you with his hands around you to prevent you from falling to the ground. A squeaky noise of disappointment escapes your lips as he slowly loosens his hold. Speechless and trembling from the after orgasm shocks which repeatedly surge through your womanhood, deep in your pelvis, you gaze up seeking Jungkook’s eyes. He notices your worried expression and leans in to place a caring kiss on your forehead.

“Baby girl, wait a bit here, please. Will you?” he murmurs caressing your cheek with his hand.

Your eyes widen at the sight of Jungkook raising from his knees to hurriedly take off his t-shirt and sweater. Your jaw drops and you feel a sudden tightness in your chest when Jungkook stands in front of you with his perfectly shaped body. You jump on the chair as the boy suddenly bends over to grab his jacket from the backrest. He freezes for a moment and hovers over you. Helplessly, you let your eyes wander down his upper body. You mewl weakly, his lower abdomen muscles and the hard bulge in his jeans make your mouth water. He looks so delicious you can’t help but reach out to his belt as you lick your lips in anticipation. Jungkook’s body flexes and he frantically grabs your wrists pleading in a weak voice.

“Baby, please… I told you to wait a moment,” he says furrowing his brows as if it was physically painful for him to push you away. He lets go of your wrists and walks away in the direction of the fireplace.

“B-but, Kookie?!” you stutter trying to stand up and follow the boy but you’re forced to sit down as your legs wobble dangerously.

“Noona! Please!” Jungkook turns to look at you with a stern expression on his face. “Just sit there and wait, dammit.” You dig your nails into your thighs and bite your lip as you observe his actions. You hate being ordered around, nevertheless, your body simply won’t budge an inch after Jungkook’s command. He neatly places his jacket and sweater on the floor and then straightens up to evaluate his work.

“This will have to do…,” he grimaces not being entirely satisfied with the result and then hurries over to you.

“Kookie?” you whisper as he effortlessly picks you up from the chair and carries you to the fireplace. He gently lays you on the previously prepared clothes and basically lunges at you, hungrily sucking on your lower lip and moaning into the kiss. His body collapsed on yours and it’s difficult for you to catch a breath. While he is busy assaulting your mouth, you decide to take care of his confined erection sneaking your hands in between your tightly pressed bodies and skilfully unbuckling the belt. Feeling as your fingers work on the zipper of his trousers, Jungkook breaks the kiss, propping himself on his elbows. He grunts in excitation, thrusting his hips into your hands with a predatory look on his face.

“Fuck, Noona. Let me help you,” he kneels between your thighs and hastily tries to remove his trousers. You sit down in order to help him pull them off his rock hard thighs noticing the stickiness and wetness of the material in the area where you were grinding your pussy. Your hands meet as both of you grasp the fabric of his jeans and strip Jungkook naked. His chest is moving up and down in an unsteady rhythm and your own heart quickens its beat as Jungkook reveals more and more of his lower body parts.

“Ooh baby, I can hardly wait,” he moans lewdly once his cock springs out of his pants making you hold your breath for a brief moment. His length is impressive, precum covering his entire shaft with the very tip of his erection having a lovely furious red colour. Jungkook’s penis throbs fuelled by the adrenaline and desire building up in his body. Scared, or maybe totally taken aback by his size, you pull back for a moment. When you look up, you can see that his smile is gone and his eyes are even darker. They narrow dangerously, and then, the boy pushes you on the bed and sits on top of you placing his hands on both sides of your head. His dick rests on your belly, its wet and slick surface tickles your skin and your body shivers. Jungkook focuses on your exposed tits and deliciously erected nipples. His predatory stare embarrasses you to no end but you can’t control your own desire, as once again, your pussy begins pounding in need for Jungkook. You gaze down, at his thick member resting just above your womanhood. Worried and unsure, you furrow your brows. Jungkook’s melodic voice drives away your concerns as the boy leans in and your noses touch.

“It’s all for you, pretty girl,” he whispers and you can feel his hot breath on your lips.

You clear your dry throat before delivering an answer in a shaky voice, “I haven’t had anybody for a while and you’re… You’re s-so-”

Jungkook bites your lower lip not allowing you to finish your sentence. He starts sucking on it and, unexpectedly, grabs your hips and forces you to lay on your side while positioning himself right behind you. He shivers in excitement when his cock rubs against your ass. He pulls you in, pressing your ass cheeks to his veiny dick. He moans and moans fucking your back. His head buried in the crook of your neck while he uses your buttocks to get himself off. He groans and forcefully seizes the underside of your knee to pull your leg up, preparing himself to find a perfect position to thrust into your tight hole.

“You’ll feel good, Baby girl. I promise,” he almost cries out, not being able to surpass his whimpers.

Upon uttering these words, Jungkook froze, not intending to move before getting your approval. You quickly nod, digging your nails into his hip and feeling his lust-tense body right under the palm of your hand. His skin sizzles with desire and, as his arousal has started to cause him pain, Jungkook greedily pushes his entire length into your pink hole while holding your ass in place. He groans and writhes, biting your shoulder as his cock throbs right up from his crotch. The juice-drenched lips of your pussy allowed him to slide in easily, slamming right into your core and brushing with the very tip of his aching dick over your sweet spot. The passion in your belly ignites and, wanting to feel him better inside your hot walls, you push yourself on his dick, frantically moaning his name to encourage him to fill you up with his entire length.

“Fuck, Noona!” the boy whimpers, excitedly pushing forward and stuffing you with his dick.

“That’s it Kookie,” you praise him in between desperate moans causing him to redouble his efforts and increase his speed. He groans in pure pleasure repeatedly pushing in and out of your creamy pussy while holding tight to your hips in order to always bury himself as deep as it’s only possible. His member swells even more and his cock stretches your fuck-tunnel so much you can’t believe it doesn’t hurt. His body spasm and the boy’s movements become frantic as the boy gradually loses his steady tempo.

“Please, Baby! More, give me more!” you wail desperately feeling your pussy lips quivering. You’re so close to your second release that your clit has already started pulsating. Utterly lost, you raise your ass a little and push back, continuously slamming right into Jungkook’s dick to meet his strong thrusts. The boy gives out such delicious sounds you keep on fucking back wanting to hear more of his filthy whimpers.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he hisses through clenched teeth. Quickly, he grabs your ass and pulls his cock out of your entrance which angers you to no end. You cry out like crazy, feeling so empty and frustrated.

“Get back there! You little shit!” a scream escapes your irritated from moaning throat as your hand reaches to Jungkook’s ass. You scratch his flesh with your nails and squeeze his buttocks hard and long enough for him to beg you to stop. But you don’t.

His head falls back and his cock twitches uncontrollably as he keeps gasping for air. It hurts a lot but the pain mixes with pleasure and he gets dizzy from all the different sensations attacking his needy body.

“Yes, ohh fuckk! Ple-please!” Jungkook pleads not knowing why and what for.

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Suddenly, he redirects his pulsating cock and starts grazing with it against your clit. He rubs your pussy lips with his entire shaft, from his swollen balls up to the very tip, giving you shivers of ecstasy. He repeats the movement, sending waves of pleasure through all of your body. You yell out shamelessly, as your pussy lips begin convulsing around his cock. You whimper and your body twists as you feel the thrill of an approaching orgasm. Jungkook moans out loud, amazed at the tingling sensation of your clit throbbing right under his dick. Right then, he simply lifts your hips a bit higher and hammers his cock back into your drenched entrance. You shriek as your walls swallow him all, clenching around his shaft. Your needy pussy grips him hard and Jungkook can’t keep it in anymore. As your pussy walls shudder he starts milking out his cock inside you, climaxing violently. He gives out a guttural groan once you arch your back to adjust to his throbbing dick. He guides you both through your orgasms, fervently thrusting into your core. Gradually, his thrusts become more and more shallow, to the point when both of you stop moving.

Being totally spent, Jungkook gently pulls out of you and basically collapses on top of your trembling body. He is panting heavily, trying to steady his irregular breathing. He smiles warmly at you, which makes you feel weak and defenceless. He cups your face and places a kiss on your forehead purring softly.

“You know, Noona…,” he whispers tenderly as you brush away his damped bangs from his forehead.

“Yeah?” your heart keeps pounding loudly in your chest. Jungkook’s loving stare and handsome face make you feel warm inside.

“I have to admit…,” he begins sheepishly with a little smirk on his face, “I have to admit that I lied to you, you know.”

“Oh really?” you cock your eyebrow matching your smirk with his. “Don’t tell me you’re under 18,” you start giggling being a bit too happy with your smart comeback. Teary-eyed from laughing, you gaze at angry-looking Jungkook. He gives you a sour look showing a bit of his childish side.

“Very funny, indeed. Ehh, Noona! Stop!” he whines pouting his lips which makes you giggle even more. You rake his hair, trying to reconcile with your dissatisfied boy. He gives in once you start kissing his jawline, slowly proceeding to his neck.

“I didn’t have any date, you know?” he confesses, tilting his head to give you a better access to his neck.

You smirk playfully gazing right into his eyes, “I figured out that much.”

He snorts with laughter.

“So, tell me. Were you planning to fuck me, here on the floor, right from  the beginning?”

Jungkook smiles triumphantly.

“More or less,” he responds. “I was considering the counter too, though.”

Both of you start laughing heartily and the boy places several kisses on your lips before he begins talking again.

“Mhmm, I was thinking… Can we go out on a date tomorrow?” he asks nervously licking his lip. His fingertips play with the lock of your silky hair.

“You’re doing it all wrong Jungkook. First, you take a girl on a date, and then you fuck her on the floor. Are we clear?”

“So, does it mean you agree?” The anticipation in his eyes is too adorable for you to handle so you hug him tightly, hiding your head in his chest.

“Mhmmm… I could give you a second chance, I suppose.”

The boy forces you to look at him and smiles so brightly your stomach flutters. You close your eyes and, in all honesty, you have never felt happier in your life than now, right in Jungkook’s arms.

I haven’t posted in a long time. I moved to a new place in June and for some reason it took over 3 months to get internet hooked up. 

I’ll have many photos to share in the coming months though. I’ll be camping for a few days in Algonquin Park next week and then I’ll be spending two glorious weeks alone in the Canadian Rockies in October. 

This is a shot from back in June at Oastler Lake near Parry Sound, Ontario.

Heat

Originally posted by hohbi

pairing: hoseok x reader

genre: street racing au, smut, angst

word count: 23k

description: Street racing was your dirty little secret, you could never get enough of the thrill, of the adrenaline that pumped through your veins like a drug. You were used to being the best. The competition would all fall miles behind as you thundered down the empty streets. 

But then Jung Hoseok showed up in town, bringing with him an arrogant manner and cocky attitude and you’re soon forced to acknowledge that you aren’t as undefeatable as you’d once believed. 

warnings: mentions of alcoholism


For you, street racing had always been an addiction.

You had told yourself it would be a one off thing. After all, it was reckless, irresponsible, dangerous and so very unlike you. You who had been so studious and dedicated your entire life, you who rarely drank and had never even tasted the bitter smoke of a cigarette.

It was hard to remember the first time you did it, you’d been so high on adrenaline that the details of the night all seemed to melt together into a confusing smudge of events. All you knew was that when you had sat behind that wheel after finally being persuaded, when your foot pressed down hard on that accelerator and when you heard the tumultuous sound of the engines roaring, you felt more alive than you ever. Nothing else had mattered, handing in work before the deadlines, wondering how you were going to pay for dinner, fixing the leak in your roof, all those things became so laughably unimportant. Your only objective was to cross that finish line.

It felt better than getting good grades, better than alcohol, better than sex.

Of course, the next morning, like any student with a good reputation, you were desperate to sweep your temporary recklessness under the rug. More than reckless, street racing was completely illegal. You were aware of the risks, you could get fired and kicked out of university, you had already stepped far too close to treacherous territory.

But like all drugs, once you get hooked, despite your better judgement, you always keep coming back and back for more. You constantly chase that elusive feeling, the feeling you got the very first time. So you donned a biker helmet, the kind where even the eye screen was made of blacked out plastic, just to ensure no one would ever figure out who you were, and you gave into the addiction, you let it consume your very being.

And it couldn’t be denied, you were a fucking good racer.

So good in fact, that after about a year of racing, no one could beat you. No one, that is, until Jung Hoseok showed up in town.

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Chekov: So, what’s the plan? We go in there and just pow, pow, pow! - And pick up the hostages?

Sulu: What was that noise?

Chekov: Phaser fire.

Sulu: No, Pavel, I think you mean pew pew pew.

Chekov: That sounds like fire works.

Scotty: Technically, they are like pa-choo, pa-choo, pa-choo.

Uhura: Ok enough with the sound effects. Besides it’s more like blam, blam, blam.

Chekov: What?

Sulu: No way.

Scotty: Wrong.

Kirk: Guys focus.

gczebos  asked:

hcs for modern!reddie as each other's emergency contacts? give me some hurt/comfort angst omg

Y’all don’t hate me for this please theres MINOR characters death and major injuries in this okay thanks


POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING!!!!! TALKS ABOUT DEATH AND FIRE


-Eddie is asleep in his room
-he’s always been a heavy sleeper
-that’s why he doesn’t wake up to the sound of the fire alarms goin off
-or the smoke and fire engulfing his room
-but he does wake up when he’s on the stretcher, going to the hospital

-“who’s this kids emergency contact??” Eddie hears the paramedics talking
-“his mom but she.. she’s in the other ambulance”
-“well who do we call??”
- “ghostbusters”

-nope just kidding, y’all thought

- richie richie richie
-“my best friend,, richie” eddie tells them and he’s barely conscious but he recites his number over and over until they’re on the phone with him
- they tell richie what happened and richie is already speeding to the hospital in his shitty pick up truck

-when richie gets to eddies hospital room, he sees him hooked up to all of these machines
-and it barely looks like Eddie
-but somehow he’s still beautiful than ever

-“hey eds..”
- for once in his life richie had nothing to say
-Eddie cries the second he hears richie speak
-“ babe it’s okay.. you’re alive.. you’re alive and I’m right here with you okay??”
-“I thought I never would have been able to tell you that I love you”
- “you tell me all the time, eds”
- “no richie.. I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.. I love you, Richie Tozier.”
-richie finally gets it and then he also starts crying
-“I love you too, and I’m never, ever, EVER, going to let anything happen to you, i promise”
-richie is there when he drifts off soundly, exhaustion taking over him

-richie is there when the nurses come in and tell Eddie the bad news
-his mom didn’t make it out alive
-the 3rd degree burns on his skin will scar
-richie is there when Eddie cries harder than ever before, and he holds his hand and lets eddie squeeze him tighter than anything
-richie is still there when the nurses attempt to escort him out when Eddie throws himself into a panic attack
-he does not leave
-he stokes eddies face and hair and kisses his cheeks and hands and tells him that he is there

-richie is always going to be there

Day One

‘40s!bucky x reader 

A/N: I started watching Outlander and it inspired me to write this. Also, I have no idea if it holds up to the books, I just needed a new show to watch and found it online and thought, “hey, why not? Scotland’s beautiful, I like supernatural, historical, sexy shit, let’s give it a try!” I stayed up until 5 in the morning binge-watching the first five and a half episodes. 

Warnings for this part: Angst, light fluff

Warnings for the series: NSFW/Smut, angst, fluff

Originally posted by caps-bucky


“Fuck you.” You spat the words out as Bucky pinned you to the mat. “I wasn’t ready.” 

“You think an enemy is going to say, ‘Oh, you weren’t ready? Here, let me get up and we can start when you are.’ That’s not how that works, (Y/N).” His face remained cold as you struggled underneath him. “From my position, I could get away with a number of things. I could slice your throat, put a bullet in your skull, break your arms, legs, both; I could even rip you of your dignity and fuck you right here without you being able to move.”

Buck.” Steve stepped up into the fighting ring. “That’s a little too far don’t you think?”

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Huntress

I really like the feel that the last story had, with a bit of a horror, So I’m going to do another along those lines.

“What do you mean it escaped? Where is it?” The administrator’s throat frill twitched in irritation.
“We don’t know. It managed to slip out of its containment cell somehow, we don’t know how.” Slurn’s color paled in submission.
“There’s a lot you don’t know about this thing you were supposed to be studying. Why isn’t it showing up on life scans?”
“By all rights its should be. It did when it was in containment.”
“Can it cloak itself somehow?”
“It never showed that ability before. We have workers combing the ship. From what we have seen of the settlement the specimen was taken from, humans are classified as non aggressive omnivore agrarians. So its probably scared and hidden itself somewhere sensors are just not catching it. Maybe a cabinet or under some heavy equipment.
“Its visual system appeared to be predatory.”
“It appears to have descended from a more predatory species, but has lost basically all other traits. Vestigial claws, reduced dentation. It’s probably terrified somewhere.” Slurn’s color returned with his confidence. “It’s just a matter of time.”

Ranken was irritated. He was probably going to get a reprimand for this creepy pink thing pulling this nonsense. He grunted as he lifted himself from the floor of the storage bay. It wasn’t under this land craft. He pressed the activation button on his communicator with a clawed thumb. “Service bay 17 is clear.” Something shifted behind him. He turned quickly, but saw nothing. A tool clattered to the ground somewhere in the room. Guarded, he began to lift the communicator to his snout, but didn’t manage to activate it before the storage rack beside him suddenly lurched away from the wall, raining heavy parts and containers down upon him before collapsing itself to pin him to the floor. Dazed, he could see the human scampering quickly over the debris. Its long dark skull growth hung low obscuring most of its face, but as it approached him he could see that it had bared its teeth at him, and held some twisted sharp piece of metal in its paw. He tried to free himself as it moved closer, brandishing the metal like a weapon. He couldn’t get enough leverage to move. It perched above him, and looked down with…pity? Was that what was gleaming in its eye? The metal pressed into him firmly and not nearly quickly enough to be called merciful. As his vision blurred and darkened, he watched as it slipped silently back into the shadows.

“Dead?” The administrator reddened in surprise
“The search teams found him under a parts rack that collapsed. We’re guessing he knocked it over on himself while looking for the human. Something impaled him, and tore itself free as it fell. He ended quickly.” Slurn was disappointed to have to give this news on top of everything else that happened that day. The reports back to homeworld were going to be a headache.
“Do you think the human had something to do with it?”
“The creature is a non aggressive primary herbivore, it only has a flight instinct… No fight.”
Slurn was interrupted by a terrified voice whispering over the comm channel. “The human is here.”
“Talik did you catch it?” The administrator replied.
Talik responded, “No sir.” His voice wavered with fear. “It killed Fen and disappeared.”
The administrator balked, “What do you mean it killed Fen?”
The returning voice was a jumbled gush of panicked words, “It came out of nowhere… Just.. Dropped from somewhere.. And it was screeching and blood… Blood was everywhere… And it.. Fen fell down… And it rolled off..and I can’t find it. Its somewhere in here… I don’t know where..”
“Where are you?”

“Engineering… Under my workstation.”


“Under your…” The administrator cut off. “Get out from under there and catch the damn thing. Its soft and half your size.”
“But.. Fen sir.. It took his.. Oh egg.” The comm went dead.
“Talik… Talik…” He started to yell into the com receiver, but there was no answer.
“You don’t think…” Slurn gulped as the comm clicked. A bubbling kind of bark came from the com. A maddening jibberish of sound, followed by some kind of crooning. “That’s the human.” Slurn said, “I’ve heard it bark like that before.”
“What does it mean? Can it be translated? You said it has a language.”
“We were still piecing it together.” He began to tap at his personal device, activating a translation program. “ The first part was called a laugh… Usually reserved for merriment or to relieve social tension.”
“So its nervous?”
“Maybe.” The device chirped, and began to attempt to turn the creatures sounds into real language. It seemed to be speaking in a melodious way.. Sing songing.
“I’m coming to get you… I’m going to get you all… one by little one. You can run, you can hide.. But I’m going to find you.” More laughter followed.”
“Is it…?” The administrator found himself gulping this time.
“I think its… Hunting us sir.”
The com chirped again, “Goodnight, rectums.” said the human, just as the ships main power went offline.
They looked at each other in disbelief in the ruddy glow of the emergency lighting system.
“Egg.” They said in near perfect unison.


Main life support had been off for hours, and the ship had gotten cold… Very cold. Slurn’s legs were getting cramped in the small cabinet he found himself hiding. He had been there since the administrator had died. They thought they had been hunting the human, tracking movements and anomalies on the ship’s scans. The human seemed capable of moving from one place to another without traversing the space between. Perhaps that was how it had escaped in the first place. Slurn was about to mention this thought to the administrator, was leaning around a corner when he suddenly made a gurgling noise, dropped the single rifle they had found, and fell. Slurn looked down in surprise to see that the adminitrator’s face had been cleaved open. The human slowly came around the corner. A heavy sharp blade fashioned crudely from some piece of scrap from the ship was clutched in its forepaw. Its naked body was slicked with gore from its kills. The admin twitched, drawing both the attention of, and a fresh screech from, the human as it brought the weapon down into the administrators body once more. Slurn took the opportuinity and managed to grab the rifle from the floor. Fumbling with fear, as the human worked the blade from the body with a wet slurping sound, he fired it and cleanly missed. The human turned, narrowing its eyes at him as it bared its teeth. Its long head growths hung heavy and wet with the blood of his comrades. It started to come toward him, taking long fearless strides, and raising its weapon. Slurn managed to cycle and fire the rifle again, this time the energy pulse struck the human just above the heavy bulge of its right mammary gland. It fell back, clutching the wound. Slurn’s hearts leapt for a moment. It bent low, and paused. Had he managed to defeat the beast? Just as any creature Slurn knew would have been collapsing to the floor in shock from the wound, the human instead turned its face to him again. The look on its face communicated a message of murderous rage, recognizable to any species. Slurn froze for a moment as it screeched even louder at him than he had ever heard it screech before, and bolted at him almost faster than he could register. Slurn was suddenly , blindly, fleeing. The high pitched keening he heard, a sound not unlike the sound a new hatchling made to cry for its mother, he realized was coming from his own throat. He scrambled as fast as his feet could carry him, claws digging into the deck plating. Now he was in his bedchamber, hiding in the small dark space behind a rack of his own clothing, as he had when he was a frighten child. The human had started its taunting call again, that sing songy sound, as it moved slowly closer. Slurn drew and held his breath as the door to his chamber opened. It called into the room. Slurn’s hearts pounded… Part of him was sure it could be heard by the thing following him, but he found… He couldn’t hear it. Was it in the room with him? Did it move on? There was no way to tell. His lung burned, reminding him that he hadn’t breathed yet. He let his breath out in a single heavy puff. The Human laughed again… Inches from the door to the cabinet. Slurn’s muscles completely locked up in terror and exhaustion as the human slowly opened the door. The whites of its teeth and eyes bright in the dim room. The world faded away as he mercifully passed out from fear… The last sound he heard was the human quietly and breathily barking her single sound at him.

“Gotcha.”

Humans are terrifying.


Dylan’s Last Birthday and September doings

On September 11, 1998, Dylan turned seventeen. Our gift to him was a nod to his prodigious appetite—a small black refrigerator that he could take with him to college the following year. He loved it and insisted on carrying it right up to his room, the cord dragging behind. As soon as Nate found out, he showed up with a companion gift: a supersized bucket of fried chicken, all for Dylan.

That month, he volunteered to do the sound for a Halloween production of Frankenstein at school and rekindled his friendship with Brooks Brown. The two of them had drifted apart after the conflict between Eric and Brooks the previous year, but they fell back into an easy friendship while working on the play.
Dylan was proud of Frankenstein; he used a wide variety of unusual audio sources to develop the eerie soundtrack. The cast and crew recorded a surprise video to thank the drama teacher. In the video, Brooks, Zack, and Dylan clown around—saying they hope she’ll buy them beer, or pay them to pass down their senior year production know-how to the next crop of students. Judy Brown threw the wrap party, and took a picture of Dyl laughing at the video along with everyone else. - Sue Klebold, A Mother’s Reckoning.


Watch the entire CHS Frankenstein 2016 spring production   (I’m sure the script is basically the same and perhaps some of the props are reused from the nineties)

You can imagine Dylan creating the audio sound effects

“Don’t get fire within twenty feet of the pants,”  Dylan warned, referring to my ‘Frankenstein monster” costume.  “There were about thirty different chemicals put into that.” (This was true, actually.  Dylan and I made the pants using an old pair of jeans that we soaked in gasoline and paint thinner to make them look as horrible as possible.  After the final performance, we took them out to a field and flicked a cigarette at them.  They immediately burst into flames.)
 
–Brooks Brown, “No Easy Answers”

See Frankenstein Roast.

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I Said I Loved You

I think it’s best this one doesn’t have a summary… I’m so sorry

Thanks @elsiemcclay for being a great beta, and for thinking up the title because I suck at titles! This is a shorter-than-usual one-shot before the next YT AU thing, which will probably be followed with angst.


Lance skidded to a stop, looking with terrified eyes across the dining hall towards the red paladin staring back at him.

Keith’s expression was stone cold, betraying no emotion.

Lance raised his shaking hands into the air, dropping his gun on the floor. Keith already had his own weapon aimed and ready.

“K-Keith,” Lance said, trying for a smile. “Please, put the gun down. You don’t have to do this. Let’s just talk it out!”

“There’s nothing to talk about Lance,” Keith’s finger moved to the trigger. “You know I have no choice.”

“But you do!” Lance pleaded, wringing his hands. “We’re a good team, remember? We should be working together! I… Keith, I love you!”

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“I liked the building, not you.” PT. 9

A/N: Thanks to @ihaveabadreputation for just randomly making this banner for me and also unknowingly making it a perfect match to this chapter. 

ANYWAYs again this is not what I intended the whole chapter to be but obviously it’s long already, so might as well post it? Right?

Paring: Shawn X Fan

Word Count: 7,681


I heard a laugh from Shawn but it seemed off.

“And now everyone thinks you and Brian are dating.”

I began to blush almost immediately. “Oh yeah, I saw.”

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