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seungcheolsthighsss · 6 years

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Park Chanyeol Police Officer AU

Yall dirty minded chanyeol stans this ones for youuuuu, get ya holy water ready boys and girls and join me on this rollercoaster of emotions ;) { the imagine is long soooo if yall are just here for the smut part you can skip the flashback but if yall want to find out how you and officer park meet i suggest reading the flashback;) }

Member/Group : EXO’s Park Chanyeol Genre: smut Warnings: BDSM

* FLASHBACK *

You were just about to leave work and close up the shop when you had heard a very important message on the news. The message was stating that their was a man around his 40s, brown hair , dark eyes, was roaming around on the streets and he was no in his right mind. Of course you were immediately scared and did not want to walk home, You also did not wanna walk home because you knew you would be walking home alone and with some guy roaming around in the streets you did not want to even move from the shop. You knew that you had no choice but to walk home so you grabbed everything that you had at work and began to lock up the shop. You started to walk home with an uneasy feeling in your stomach almost like their were butterflies in your stomach, but not the good kind of butterflies. Halfway through your walk home when you had felt that you made it through the night with out witnessing or finding the creepy guy the news had warned people about you remembered you had to walk by an alley way soon on your route home. You stomach dropped when you remembered this, of course this was not a problem before or even when it is daylight out but because of the news, you were terrified to walk by the alley. However you kept telling yourself that you would be okay, it worked for a bit before you had realized that someone was talking in the alley way and as stupid as it was you looked down. Your stomach had probably dropped for the hundredth time that night. You saw that the guy the news had warned you about was holding a knife to the others guys face. You immediately called the police knowing that the victim would not be able to even move a muscle “ hello yes hi there is an emergency on 24th street and i’m pretty sure it is the guy the news was looking for, No sir i am not in danger myself but a man that i assume was passing by is” after they had told you everything would be okay and they were on their way you calmed down a little and was no longer scared to walk home after. You looked down the alley way and you saw that the victim was now alone, this freaked you out because what would u tell the police officers. Would you say he had ran off?, Say that he had left the guy alone and went about his night?. Your thoughts were interrupted by someone holding your wrist “ so Missy you like to be a snitch don’t you, calling those dumb police officers to come save you and your little friend”.

You wanted to tell him off and push him off you, but who were you kidding you were to weak and scared to do anything. All you could do was pray and hope that the police showed up soon that way this psycho man would not be able to hurt you. “maybe ill just have to show you a lesson to not fuck with a man like me” you saw him pull out his pocket knife once again and press the cold metal against your neck. At this point you were in tears to scared of what he would do to you. “please just let.. let me go please i didn’t do anything to you “, “oh but you did , you called those dumbass cops and now i’m gonna go back to that fucking jail” with every word he was pressing the knife slightly harder against your neck. You felt the little cut developing further and further. Suddenly the pain and pressure stopped “SIR STAY ON THE GROUND AND DO NOT MOVE” you opened your eyes and were relieved to see the cops handling the situation and you no longer in danger. There was 3 officers two male and one lady. The ladys name was “ji su” from what you could read from her name tag and the officer helping her was named “ Kim Jong In “ the other male officer was the one who was coming up to you “hello miss i am officer Park are you hurt in any way “ you were both still in shock of what happened but also in shock because the officer was extremely good looking. You knew you should not have been thinking things like this during a serious time but you could not help but notice and take in how good this man looked in his uniform. “um just a little cut but I am pretty sure it is nothing to stress about”. However Officer park had seen that there was a good amount of blood dripping down your neck “ oh my god your bleeding “ he said swiping the blood of your neck with his thumb. “maybe you should come back to the station we can fix up that lil cut up plus we will have to ask you questions anyways” he said. You don’t know why but you got flustered maybe it was from his touch or because he was just so god dam attractive. “um okay” he gave you a small smile. Officer ji su and Jong In were in one car with the victim and you were in the other with officer park. There was a weird silence but he broke it “so before i start to go all officer on you in the station why don’t we get to know each-other” you couldn’t help but smile “sounds good to me” “well to start off i am Chanyeol, Park Chanyeol” he said as you were stopped at a red light “ i am (Y/N), (Y/N) Y/L/N)” you smiled at him. You noticed that he kept stealing quick glances at you. and you felt yourself blushing. “your a very cute girl (Y/N) its a shame that the crazy man hurt you” in that moment you felt your face go completely red. Chanyeol looked away but you saw the smirk plastered across his face.

END OF FLASHBACK

and that’s how you now arrived to the police station and you both climbed out of the cruiser and walked into the police station. You sat in Officer Parks office and waited for him to grab all the paper work he needed in order to write down the questions he needed to ask. You had to admit seeing him sitting in front of you in that police uniform, you almost thought that god had finally blessed you with a hot man in your life because you did a good dead and you were nottttt mad at allll. “so (Y/N) im just going to ask a few questions and just answer according to yourself and what happened at the crime scene “ you nodded your head stealing a few glances at his body , he was pretty tall, nice legs, a nice butt too he was legit a whole package “i know you like what you see but lets get through the questions first alright” he smirked at you and you nodded your head “okay so first off why did the criminal attack you?”. You told him that it was because he heard you call the cops after all the serious questions of where you were the whole day, the type of connection you had with the victim and things like that. But then his questions got a little more personal “Are you currently seeing anyone?” “no officer “. Once you said that you swear you swear you saw his eyes light up. “would you like to be seeing someone?” he asked while biting his lip. In that moment you were instantly turned on “why don’t we finish this interview tmrw” you nodded your head he put the papers he was holding down and walked to the door and locked it “just in case” he said and you knew what would come next and you were not going to stop it. Chanyeol had walked to you and put his built arms on each side of the chair his body now hovering over yours. He smirked before placing his plump lips on your neck leaving little marks. You couldn’t let out a little moan half because of his lips but also because you had found him so hot from the beginning and now with him hovering over you, you couldn’t help but be turned on. he pulled away crashing his lips onto yours. His lips were hunger for you to kiss back but you being the tease you are you didn’t kiss back right away which only caused him to place a hand on one of your breast applying pressure eager to get you to both kiss back and to hear your moan again. His kisses became a lot harder and more aggressive but you were not complaining. “officer park I don’t think this is very professional” you said with a smirk, as you now pushed Chanyeol in to the chair and you were now the one hovering over top of him and you pulled his handcuffs out of his back pocket and twirled them around your fingers “maybe i will have to punish you” you saw his eyes light up as if he got an idea “i am the officer here so i think it is my job to put these on you. Chanyeol started to rip your shirt off you and the slowly pulled your pants and panties off you he then handcuffed your arms behind your back “ah what to do with someone so beautiful and sexy” he bite hip lips, his lips now on your chest working his ways down all the way to your hips to your inner thigh stopping inches away from just where you wanted him but when you thought that he was gonna eat you out you were immediately wrong when he inserted him self into you without a warning and thrusting fast and hard without giving you time to adjust but you did not even care having Chanyeol thrust into hard was giving you so many good feelings and he was for sure hitting all your good spots making you moan more and more with each trust “what a tight girl” Chanyeol was grabbing your hips holding you up as he thrust more and more into you, his big hands holding your hands with a tight grip leaving slight scratch marks. Chanyeol started to kiss you roughly as he thrusted into you just turning you on more and more, his hands now moving from your hips to your ass grabbing it tightly. Your hands chained up was now making you beg Chanyeol to let them free so you could use them to pull chanyeols hair and give him pleasure to he saw this and smirked knowing that you were turned on and frustrated. Just as you were going to hit your climax chanyeol pulled out smirking at you and freeing your hands from the handcuffs “what a shame “ he said walking away but before Chanyeol could leave you all turned on you pushed him into the chair now taking the handcuffs into your hands “I don’t think so officer maybe you should learn how to do your job for now I will show” you handcuffed Chanyeols arms to the chair you kissed him eager to make him moan and make him say your name. you unbuttoned his uniform shirt and placed kisses all over his chest and made your way down to waist band “hmmm what to do what to do” you said as you brushed your hand against bulge and you heard him take a sharp intake of breath. You began to take off his pants and boxers and you just smirked you spread his legs open and took his cock into your mouth running your tongue over the tip making him moan “dam (Y/N) oh my oh” he stopped halfway as you started to take all of him into your mouth bobbing your head up and down making him now moan way more and more you looked up at him and say him throwing his head back and closing his eyes tight “im going to cum “ he said you just smirked and bobbed your head faster as your hands worked moving up and down and finally he had cummed. you smirked up at him wiping your mouth “and that’s how it’s done officer Park” you un cuffed his hands and once again his lips were on yours biting you lip and swiping his tongue across your lips asking for entrance which you gladly gave he slipped two fingers into you “im not the only one who should cum today” he said with a wink you closed your eyes his fingers working fast and once again hitting all the right spots it didn’t take you long to cum due to all the stimulation you had before. Once you cummed chanyeol licked his fingers you both got dressed again and he looked you up and down and handed you his number “we should definitely go out again” and with that he slapped your ass as you walked out you could not stop smiling at what had just happened. I guess you could say that night was farrrrr from boring and by the looks of it the rest of your nights would not be boring either

welp this took me at least two days to write i wanted to make sure that all yall chanyeol fans would be satisfied and i hope you guys are feel free to send in requests because my inbox is dryyyyyyyy love all of you <3<3

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coffeeselfies · 9 years

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This is technically the “I think I need coffee,” selfie, but it’s been so long since I’ve posted that I figured anything was better than nothing.

I’m still trying to sleep through the inspiration of a very wonderful Bob Goff.

I. love. him.

But on to darker things, like my not-so-distant past!

Hahaha. So I was looking for an old assignment I e-mailed myself, and instead found a bunch of cryptic-heavy things I had texted one of my rarely used e-mails from my phone.

So of course I’m going to put them together, here, since I will probably just lose them otherwise. And because everyone on the internet loves reading the things I e-mail to, well, myself (WAIT, DO I NOT HAVE FRIENDS, WHAT IS MY LIFE). :p

4/12/12 - A veces no quiero hablar Por Nada con mis amigos. Solamente, "Hoy me dice ,estas loca, pero le esta loco a Juan!" Y mas Nada. Yo quiero hablar about cosas lejas. Ayer y Hoy hable con jean y veronika, solamente small talk primer. Pero despues, yo decido hablar about the things which I was.actually thinking about lately, the deeper layers. My thoughts were kind of awkward. Random. But I'm so glad I did, it lead to such good convos! As if, although my own thoughts or specific revelation (another one about love, of course), but led to true, sincere convos from the heart. Yes! Thank you, Lord. It's funny how I won't open up and ill get frustrated at the lack of depth in a conversation, yet really all I need to do in some cases is just jump right into the true issues. Ahh small talk kills me.

3/4/12 - He asked us a few questions: Who are you using?

How are you using them?

Physically. Sexually. Emotionally. Spiritually. Monetarily.

How can you restore that? Who's using you? Do you love money, and use people?

Or do you love people, and use money?

5/9/12 I think my id and superego are in conflict... I prefer that psychological term to saying that right vs wrong or my flesh is in rebellion, I guess. I just want to do all sorts of things that aren't of God, and i don't even know what to do. I think I need to just remember that life is short, and not about what I want. I'm getting too caught up in the worldly details, my visions going, my path, every time I think I'm expanding it, is getting more and more limited. Goodnight, from post Dave n busters with cartel, post umsl, going to school tmrw.

5/17/12 - "Can you keep a secret?" I should have realized by now that this question should be answered with fear and heaviness rather than curiosity.

5/29/12 - I dreamt that, after they thought I had left, my parents started fighting. Loudly, viciously, hatefully. I came down shouting, 'stop it, stop it!!' But their heads were already covered in blood, as I'd they were going to kill eachother. I never found out if they stopped or not, because dad called to me in real life from the other room. At first I wondered if I had really been shouting, and that's why he had contacted me, but no, it was just about bulk trash being today. Something sounds like its gnawing on something, I can hear and feel the vibrations of it through my pillow. Creepy.

6/4/12 - I have always been a compassionate person – making little houses for wounded snakes and worms – befriending the kid who’s got no one but himself for company, partnering with the girl who doesn’t really speak English. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve recognized that God has been faithful in granting me patience, mercy, and grace as well, and I know that these are not my own, but I am meant to share them with the very people God has give me a heart for – the downtrodden, broken, and outcast, and ultimately just humanity in general. This has, more or less, been my (more recent) life pursuit. To follow God’s Will for my life, regardless of where it takes me. So far that has meant giving hope to weary and often lost travelers of Amsterdam, mentoring at risk juveniles and raising awareness for human trafficking in Los Angeles, running English and Summer-School programs for Chinese immigrants in New York City, training and creating jobs for families in Haiti, as well as hosting events and creating opportunities for girls to leave brothels , learning how to run a business in Mexico while also helping out at various orphanages for disabled Children, and even just being there for my own family and friends when they’ve needed it most. It has meant months of Ministry Training schools, years of living in International Community Houses, working in roles that range from administration, to construction, to managerial, and an ever growing reliance on and relationship with Jesus Christ.I’ve been back in Saint Louis for a year now,

7/1/12 - Today started strangely, my head still a little blurry from the wine from the night before. I went to church, very late, where daren had a cupcake waiting for me. Why? Because Tuesday I had admitted I had experienced some downer bdays and he realized that it was my half birthday. Mom came, cried, we hugged, went to the church picnic.. I went home, told dad about her accident, and he just started weeping, so hard that his nose began to.bleed. I stroked his hair and.got a bit teary eyed.and then we got.on our knees and prayed... Later was feeling down and missing Luke, but jean got me out.

11/11/12 - And with your hands in the air, your feet barely touching ground, I take that smile to mean that life is finally turning 'round. And we laugh til we cry and we dance til we cant, and I feel free as can be each time I see that gleam in your eye. Then the secrets come out and its less about being blessed and more about a high. So when you're dancing I'm wondering if that's you, and when you're singing, I know you would be singing.the blues... But that gleam in your eye, well really its more of a glaze all along, I just saw what I wanted as you,strung me along.

12/20/12 -

Well the queens off her throne Hiding in a stairwell Feet strewn about the stairs Seeming barely aware That her kingdom awaits The king, divorced long ago He's crying Where's his iron fist? Seems he's traded it for sentiment "Pathetic!" He might self accuse If only his tears would let him Seems everything's a dream these days, Some hellish, some sweet But all

I used to find the idea of receiving a text in the middle of the night strange.

Now, after years of practice, I find it comforting, perhaps a reminder that I am not so alone as I would feel.

I hadn't realized this, of course, until now.

Now, when I wake up to nothing but darkness and my own thoughts.

Now, when, regardless of whether I toss myself awake at 2am or 4am, there is no message.

There's nothing to reassure me that there's another person in this world who is awake and eager to share a moment, even a small, electronic message with me.

1/11/13 - Today Gave my testimony. Adopt a block, played ninja. Eva likes hanging out with Christians. I break rules and have real convos with the disciples. Play bs. Go to angelus temple. Do food distribution. Met hosea who talked to us because he thought I was pretty, was super catholic, thought tim was my bf, etc etc etc

1/29/13 - Oh hi, I'm feeling cold and pathetic, and thought I would ... Email myself. That seems fitting. Somehow emailing yourself feels much more pathetic than just journaling. Right now I feel like I wish anyone, absolutely anyone , would sit down across from me. Even the old creepy man who, after asking a few non essential questions, left me for the warmth of the indoors, or... I don't know, a donut. Why do I feel like this.Lord? Is it because I am not so busy in school? Is it because Adam moved and despite the fact that I was barely hanging out with him last semester anyway, he was a crutch, and knowing that at 1am when I feel pathetic and lonely and confused, I can't even text someone I know would care? I mean. I know others would care. But we aren't exactly on that level just yet. What is my life? Why am I this way, and why do I want attention for it? Or why do I feel the need to find someone who would , what, save me ? From myself.? From my thoughts? Why am I seeking comfort in shallow things, the wings of friends and acquaintences and , frick, anything. Whywhywhywhy. I don't know. Is this what life is like for people? Lord, you are the one God, the only thing worth it, you are good when no one else is, am I getting caught up in things that I shouldn't, what am I even going on about? Life life life. It's all good, right

2/13/13 - (From a voice to text translator)

tomorrow I'm supposed to have an awkward cuddling session with my love scene manager and a love my phone from church I'm not sure how I get myself into these awkward situations but I definitely am good at it office tomorrow my uncle is moving in for a month but should be really awkward and I wish that I had a lock on my door and the house I'm learning that the things that I desire to have a find myself feeling empty when I do get them but I'm happy about it because it gets me clarity because it shows me that nothing else really matters is just kind of in my head really got the only thing that matters is the only thing I should pursue S I miss Adam I know you won't hang out that much before you left but now I guess I'm missing him double I don't know I don't know what I mean exactly but he's been gone a few weeks now and it's weird not having a best friend to talk to you about everything I have a lot of friends I have a lot of good friends but this is different it is different when you have someone who knows so much about you already and you don't have to tell the back story every time you tell them a new story because I already know who so I'm so is or why you feel that way or white was a bad idea that you did that so I'm also giving up ice cream and I'll call for lunch and I'm going to be time to eat a lot better subject tomorrow hopefully that I've also really just been wanting to be free of employment just live and everyday wake up and say what I want to do without help homeless people if I want to make something I want to sell another day love you babe I wanna go out with a friend I make my card I definitely don't want to spend 5 shifts a week at cartel but at the same time I don't feel like I'm self disciplined enough to not have a job I'm just getting tired of the creepers and the internet the kids off work as well as yeah I don't know ent from my HTC on the Now Network from Sprint!

8/18/13 -

Woke up really missing my dad. Go figure. Able to properly seduce emotions into a flat, shruggable denial ever since those first few days, and now, on the day I hoped to "stay strong" the most, I can't stop thinking of part of the song he wrote for Rachel, only now in regards to him - "I miss you, in the summertime.. I miss you, in the wintertime.. I miss you - all the time. I love my Rachel Sue." Only.. Daddy-o, or something. Ahhh.. Thank you, Lord, for such a kind father. Please help today glorify your name, run smoothly.. its so obvious we can't do it without you.

8/19/13 - I miss my dad. I am sad that I'll never have him burst in my room in November at three am with pancakes and lit birthday candles because he started thinking about some of the birthdays of mine he had missed, and wanted us to be able to celebrate together. I can't drink milk or even look at rootbeer without hearing him ask for some, so eagerly, and then sigh 'mmmm, now that's good,' so contentedly after his first sip. I miss that his crazy stories are not going to be things that I share in everyday conversation with my friends, because they're all old stories and it will seem out of place. who do i have to talk to about my dad? no one. it makes everyone sad. theres no one to just share his life with, aside from close family, and that will be limited. Everyone keeps telling me I'm so strong. What does that mean?I'm strong because I didn't start sobbing when I spoke? Because I'm smiling and laughing with you? Is that strength or disposition? Blake said that I was handling this better than anyone he's ever seen deal with death. What does that mean?

12/13/13

I see a sadness in your eyes.Behind the words, another message.The weight of your world becomes tangible, heavy, a thickness that weights me like a fog rolling in with, strapping invisible bricks to my body. Sometimes it's your words, blatant and straightforward, other times it's the sighs, the eyes that flash with emotion for just a moment, Did you know that's been seen? So many words, how can they be contained? I hear things you've never said, I see

1/03/14-

I've tried reflecting on 2013.. tried finding words which could somehow, miraculously encapsulate all of the growth, struggle, joy, depression, transformation, and experiences that it contained. It will be one of the most memorable years of my life, for many reasons, but it may also be one of those years that the full impact of may be lost on me for awhile now.In the past few weeks, I've been looking through journals, photos, and letters, remembering and realizing exactly how many changes this year has brought. Led my first missions trip, felt the loss of saying goodbye to one of my best friends, discovered what living with not just my dad, but my uncle Ken, five chickens, two cats, two ducks, a dog, and whoever else decided to stay over was like, became the missions director at middletree church, became an AUNT to the most beautiful little Emelia Skye, gained a new set of amazing and wonderful friends, played nurse/daughter/friend/staff member/sister/maid/hopsicecare/barista/student/leader to the point of confused identity and exhaustion, left cartel to become part of the Caife Caife family, DIDN'T leave the country for the first time in yeaaaaars, actually had to turn down exciting travel/jobs, speaking opportunities, and a leadership position with a non-profit (rather than seek them out, like usual), spent 7 months of the year experiencing the beauty, hardship, and love of caring someone who is dying in more and more ways every day, the trauma and release of my dad's actual death, the months following that are nothing but fog, sorrow, and blurred memories, the 14-state family road trip of a lifetime, moving to the Loop with Dani, experiencing being 'home for the holidays' without any actual family to be home with, and .. I don't know.. the Sara of today, who can look back on things only a year ago and find I have a whole new perspective on them. ..I only wrote one public (well, as public as it can be when I have a total of 8, predominately inactive followers) blog post in 2013, mostly talking about overcoming fear to become the person I feel I'm called to be. It was mostly inspired by revelations from the LA Dream Center trip, and I can't tell you how nice it is to be able to look back on the goals and dreams I wanted so desperately to become a reality, and to be able to say that, even through all the changes and sorrow of this year, that they were able to come to fruition. I'm not in to new years resolutions, but I do highly recommend kickstarting your year with an inspiring, transformative experience, which can set the trajectory for how you are going to live, what goals you will meet or fall short of (but still come closer to, which is still GROWTH, something to celebrate!) in the coming adventure of 2014. No matter what 2013 held, don't let fear of who you were just last month keep you from being who you want to be tomorrow. This little blog post is nice for me to re-read, because it reminds me of my fears, and what overcoming them, even one step at a time, can lead to. 2013 was a hard year for me, but it has also brought me to exactly where I feel I'm supposed to be right now.

1/29/14 - "I'm good" I wore the reassuring words like a blanket. Cover, no, smother whatever was beneath, within. Protect yourself from the cold, vulnerable words might slip thru the holes in the blanket... exposed means they can feel temperature of your meaning. Heavy, heat from the heart. you can feel their response. Pray for a warm touch, but there's always risk of icicle daggers

2/19/14

it's just that

I have a lot of thoughts

ideas, fears, ..a lot of places that I'd like to explore

But they feel so heavy when it's just me and them

feels like there’s a lot of trees to climb before i get to the clouds

and I'd like to share them with someone

who cares about them just as much as I do,

someone with just as much to risk,

who understands each side of the story.

And sometimes, I see planets in those eyes,

but have no rocketship to get me there

And I see that depth, but there's just no way to tap in

Im searching for someone to explore with

those infinite galaxies in your mind and mine.

Someone to make sense of it,

write poetry about it

but not get so caught up that it's just us - no

Always God first.

Always seeking his planets, his stars, his truth..

and maybe that's the adventure..

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