#god damn bold of young me to do

[thetimelordbatgirl]

Being reminded by my mom on her phone to her friend about the time we fell out with my moms side of the family really has me questioning why the fuck young me took me my best friend at the time with me to that family event because why the fuck-

[darlingdaisyfarm]

feeling pretty low today, so i’m turning to these two old men for a little comfort

nsfw under the cut, fem!reader

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Stan likes to call you:

sweetheart, honeybun, doll face and on occasion baby girl. when he’s feeling extra bold? princess — always with that unmistakable smirk

calls you “my good luck charm" if you help him out in the Shack, especially when he’s trying to swindle a tourist and you flash a pretty smile.

✦ “c’mere, darlin’. can’t let a fine gal like you walk around without her prince.”

✦ “ah, y’know, you’re the only reason I don’t go completely nuts in this crazy town. sometimes, doll, I think yer my only sane thought all day.” said so casually as if it’s not gonna hit you right in the heart

✦ if you get hurt (even the tiniest scratch), he’s going into dad mode: “who do I gotta knock some sense into, huh?” even if you’ll tell him it was just a clumsy accident, he’ll grumble, “well, now I’m the one hurt. bein’ all worried like that. you’re killin’ me, kid.” 

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Ford likes to call you:

“dearest” when he’s feeling soft, sweetheart, darling, honey, baby

he’ll whisper “love” against your temple when he thinks you’re drifting to sleep, his voice quiet and reverent like it’s sacred to him

starlight – Ford’s been out in those other dimensions, faced down monsters and madness, but he says he’s never found anything so bright, so grounding. “c’mere, starlight, I’m not finished admiring you.”

༄ “don’t laugh, but. . . I’d chase you across universes, even if it took me another thirty years. no dimension is worth exploring without you by my side.”

༄ if you’re reading one of his journals, Ford’ll slide up behind you, his hands on your shoulders as he murmurs, “curious, are we? so, what do you think of my work?”

༄ he’s not a show-off, not by any means, but catch him fixing up a machine? he’ll lift his gaze to you, smiling. “I could teach you, you know. but you’d have to be a very attentive student.”

༄ oh, if Ford wrote about you in his journal, you know it’d be scrawled between notes on trans-dimensional theories and arcane symbols, the ink smudged in places where he hesitated, where his pen hovered just so before he let himself write the truth

“Strange anomalies detected….. not in the temporal or metaphysical sense, but in a far more personal dimension. Subject exhibits an inexplicable gravitational pull, distinct from any gravitational force I've previously documented. When I observe her, I feel an uncharacteristic deviation in my thought patterns, an accelerated heartbeat not caused by heightened blood pressure or adrenaline, but by… attraction. Confounding. She’s somehow eclipsing the most rational parts of my mind.”

And, because Ford’s words can’t capture the whole of it, there’d be tiny sketches of you, like half-finished thoughts.

nsfw

what Stan says during sex:

“Damn, honey, you’re makin’ an old man feel young again. Don’t stop.”

“You’re makin’ me wanna be a better man, but not right now, baby, not right now.”  

“Mmm, there it is— yeahh, keep doin’ that. . . feels so good, darlin’, you got no idea.”

“Makin’ all these pretty noises, huh? Lemme hear ‘em, baby. Don’t hold back on me.”

“You’re somethin’ else, y’know that? I’m gonna be thinkin’ ‘bout that pussy all week.”  

“Fuckin’ hell, don’t know if I’m gonna last much longer with you doin’ that.”  

“Look at ya, so needy for me, beggin’ to be filled. You got me so riled up, I can barely think— ah, f-fuck. . .”

 Ford:

“Ohh— sweetheart, you feel even better than I imagined, i’ve waited for this.”  

“I need you so much it scares me.”  

“You’re brilliant, utterly captivating. . . yesyesyes, keep moving like that, please.”  

“Tell me exactly what you want, darlin, I need to hear you say it.”  

“I never thought I’d feel this way again; you’ve woken something in me.”  

“God, I can’t— can’t believe you’re letting me have you. I need you so much, it hurts.”

“Mmm, god, yes. . . yes, you’re mine, all mine. . . can’t believe I get to have you like this.”

“O-oh god, you feel so tight around me, sweetheart, I can’t-can’t hold back!”

“Please, oh, please— just, just like that, don’t stop, keep. . . keep going. . .”

“I can’t help myself; I need you. I want to feel you around me.”

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re like this. I can’t take my eyes off you.”

“Oh gosh, I need you to take me deeper. Please, baby.”

“Tell me how good it feels; I want to hear it.”

“You feel incredible. I could stay buried inside you forever.”

[blorbocedes]

For the trope mash-up: didnt mean to turn you on + innocent physical touch for franco 'milf-hunter' colapinto and checo/lewis

okay hear me out. what if checo was a woman instead 🤭🫣

Checo's had a fucking year.

The car is shit. She's been saying for so long but now they finally believe it as even Redbull’s wunderkind Max struggles in it. Every other interview, news cycle is about her retiring, her being unceremoniously kicked out as drivers salivate for her seat, her middling performance due to early pre-menopausal hormones? Just 2 years ago, she was the Mexican Queen of Defense, and now it's 'is she Redbull’s DEI hire?' The stories have become outlandish, announcing her second pregnancy and retirement at Mexican Grand Prix. That's why after Daniel, who had very clearly been brought in to replace her, was switched mid season she posted the Wolf of Wall Street clip on her instagram to make it clear: I’m not fucking leaving.

So forgive her if she's been seeking a little respite elsewhere.

There's a hot, young Argentine at Williams that's been eyeing her. Checo’s a woman on the F1 grid, she's been eyed like that thousands of times, most of it unwanted. Although, it fell off after she birthed the twins and her tits never returned to their glory days. So it's a little flattering reminder she's still got it. Being able to speak in the same language also helps, not having to translate everything for doublespeak. They have rapport.

“How old are you?” Checo asks at the club. She's not there to celebrate, she just needs a drink. Franco’s at the stage where finishing a race is cause for celebration.

“Twenty five.” Franco replies in her ear entirely too quickly, with a grin.

Checo raised an eyebrow. She didn't keep track of the rookies but she sure as hell knew they weren't doing twenty five year old rookies anymore.

A group of tourists seem to recognize her, probably fans and she's in no autographing mood so she pulls Franco in closer in front of her, to block her five foot four self from the world. He misreads the signal, but is all too happy to step in closer; personal space be damned.

“Okay. I lied. I didn't want to freak you out.” Franco confesses sheepishly.

Checo drinks her whiskey, assessing it. “I was winning karting races while you were in diapers, yes?”

It makes her feel old just saying it. She doesn't know how Fernando does it.

Franco nods, pupils going dark.

“And…” she raises her left hand, eyes pointing to her wedding ring.

Franco smirks. “I don't mind if you don't.” He leans in for the kiss, and Checo leans back denying him. Too public. She's learned from that mistake. She does put her left hand on his nape, stroking it and praising the boldness. It's dangerous, sleeping with another driver. When you're a woman, it gives them too much power. That's why Checo never acted on Max's obvious interest. But Franco doesn't have a seat next year yet... as temporary and harmless to her prospects as it gets.

“Come on,” Franco’s voice betrays the frustration underneath the trying hard to be suave, “I know you're thinking it too. You'd rather be on a boat with me than this totally lame club. And what I might lack in experience, I can make up for in stamina.” He practically purrs in her ear.

“A boat? Williams is not paying you that much.” Checo laughs, even as she entertains the line about stamina. James is a penny pincher to a fault. And Franco might get F1 groupies impressed with that line, but as the primary breadwinner she knows a little better.

Franco’s undeterred. “Your boat then. I can be your yacht boy.”

Now wouldn't Checo love to be sunning on a boat, no kids running around, being waited on hand and foot by an eager, younger man who can go for round two in ten minutes. God, she hasn't been filled up in a satisfying way in so long, her cunt throbs at the fantasy, aided by the tall, warm body in front of her.

Checo bites her lower lip, and looks around. Nobody around them in paying attention to the dark corner they're in anymore. She takes Franco’s hand and places it over her breast, holding his gaze. For all his smooth-talking, Franco seems momentarily stunned, mouth parting in surprise. He has naturally red lips, Checo wants to bite on it. He tentatively squeezes her breast, and after seeing her nod, starts kneading it, thumb trying to find her nipple through the layers of her polo shirt and sports bra.

“Can I please eat you?” Franco’s voice is husky as he begs.

[morrieandlicky]

Sweet Moments Between Maurice and Alec That You Have Not Seen Before (From E.M. Forster's 1st Draft for Maurice)

Context: Forster's first version of Maurice, finished in 1914, has a rather different ending than the final published version (no hotel scene, and no boathouse reunion). See here.

Forster's first draft for Maurice is, in my opinion, the rawest in terms of boldly displaying the love shared between Maurice and Alec. This version shows much more of Alec's emotion and tenderness, as well as of Maurice's sentiments and affection towards Alec. It is definitely not as subtle as the final version, with quite a few straightforward declarations of love.

Hence, I'm disappointed that Forster did not manage to integrate at least some of these 1914 texts into the final version: it would've made the love between Maurice and Alec much more pronounced and convincing, as well as made Alec a character with more depth and feelings.

Having read Forster's first draft for Maurice, I share below some of these moments between Maurice and Alec that are not in the final version (ordered on how lovely I think each moment is. Bolded texts are the highlights).

1. After running into Mr. Ducie in the museum and Maurice bursting out to Alec.

M: "I'd possibly have blown out my own brains."

A: "Why?" he asked, stopping dead.

M: "I should have known by that time that I loved you."

A: "You can't, sir, you couldn't."

M: "I love you, sir be damned."

A: "Maurice"—never before had the word been spoken—"you're an angel."

M: "I don't want to hear that."

A: "Maurice, Maurice" his voice failed also; he had once said the rest to a woman. "Maurice - what you've said I feel. Understand?"

M: "I think so, but I want to be sure. Remember those rose bushes in the other rain? - Look at me hard - That's right. That'll do. It's settled." (Maurice is referring to the moment when Alec ran in the rain across the rose bushes at Penge just to see Maurice's face.)

2. The conversation after Maurice refuses to stay the night with Alec—a scenario that only happens in the first draft in 1914. Be prepared for tears.

A: "Come just for a little to me."

M: "If I came it would be for ever."

A: "Ever's the best."

M: "Why, man, you sail Thursday."

Alec found no answer.

...: here's when Maurice explains in a long paragraph why they can't be together because of their class difference and the fact that they're both men. But in this long paragraph Maurice pretty much brings up wanting to marry Alec—"We can't have the particular thing we want (which is roughly speaking marriage) unless we sacrifice something else"

M: I thought from that letter of yours you might want me to come. But, Alec, come where to?"

A: "I'd know if you weren't a gentleman," Alec said. "We'd a' found work together as mates."

M: "Yes, and if you were a gentleman, I'd take you this minute to my home.

A: "I'd a' been what young Clive was to you, then."

M: "He's a saint and we aren't. Leave out him."

A: "I'd a' been yours till death, then." ("I would've been yours till death, then")

M: "Out there if you get a chance to marry, take it. That's what I wish.

A: "Maurice, what'll you do without me, dear? Have you no other friends?"

Maurice dared not look forward to his own future. He rushed on the parting.

M: "And if there's ever a child, I shan't ever have that, so remember me."

A: "I'll remember you, child or none. God bless you. O God bless you, and be with you if I can't."

3. Right after Maurice puts his hand on Alec's back in the museum

"Yes, awfully serious," remarked Maurice, and rested his hand on Alec's shoulder, so that the fingers touched the back of the neck, doing this merely because he knew that he loved Alec, that he loved him not as a second Dickie Barry, but deeply, tenderly, for his own sake, beneath weakness and vulgarity.

4. In the museum, Alec in pain and acting cute

[Alec] had bitten his lip, his eyes were red too; face and body were cramped with pain.

M: "Alec -"

A: "Alec am I?"

M: "I'm sorry I used that other name of yours."

A: "Don't speak to me," he growled, "let me go, you calling me Alec when I"

M: "Did you give me away then on purpose?"

A: "You're correct.

M: "Was it to get money - or only to do me harm?"

A: "I couldn't say."

M: "Come, let's get away where we can finish our talk."

A: "What? What do you say?"

M: "Come along, Alec."

A: "Do you call me that still?"

M: "Come away, man, don't break down for God's sake...." He took hold of [Alec's] arm. The touch was not reminiscent; it hinted at a relation to come.

A: "Oh but you must, I want it." Alec yielded.

5. Maurice at night thinking about Alec's letter

He tried to forget the treacherous letter, but it stole back to his mind, and he suffered most during moments in bed, when it masqueraded as a real love letter, and offered him the completeness that Clive enjoyed with Anne.

(This is brilliant writing because we, as readers, know that Alec's letter is a love letter, yet Maurice's "muddles" prevent him from seeing it as a love letter, and it is only at night, when he's craving Alec's presence, that he's able to allow himself to see the truth and succumb to his feelings for Alec.

Here, again, is also a suggestion of Maurice wanting to marry Alec, like how Clive married Anne)

6. One version of Maurice's and Alec's first night together

A: "Good evening - sir, said the low voice. Was you wanting something? Couldn't you sleep?" It was the gamekeeper.

On your rounds? gasped Maurice, trying to sound natural, and felt corduroys. Their touch disconcerted him. Whither was he tending from Clive into what companionship?

A: "Just wait till I've set down my gun - eh aren't you trembling?"

M: "So are you - ah don't."

A: "Don't you like that?"

M: "I don't know."

A: "Christ you're fussy. Don't you like me to touch you."

M: "That's you lad."

A: "Yes."

Side notes: hopefully these will shut all the detractors (of the relationship between Maurice and Alec) up—namely Clive apologists, Clive+Maurice shippers, and all of those dark academia classist out there.

[strawburry01]

We'll Meet Again

Ford Pines x Fem! Reader

Summary: Just a lot of mushy gushy stuff

Word Count 1.5 k

Part 1

Part 2

Part 2.5

Part 3

It was the middle of your game. You had just bet 600 trunkels on red when suddenly you started feeling light headed. If you were about to faint right now you’d never forgive yourself.

“Feeling okay, bold one?” the dealer hissed in its native language.

“Keep rolling,” you snapped back, trying to bury the dizzy feeling deep within you. You’d been doing good in this dimension and somehow had become a bit of a pseudo-millionaire, but nothing filled the gnawing void in your heart, so many times you’d end up betting more and more outrageous wagers just to try and feel something from losing it all. But you never lost it all. Something about this damn dimension meant your luck was infallible. 

It only irritated you more.

Your knees buckled and you nearly collapsed onto the ground before you grabbed the edge of the counter and swore under your breath. Something was happening to you, why was your body just giving out like this? You could see the dealer saying something to you but it felt like all you could hear was the grating buzz of static. You saw it reach out a tentacle for you but all you could do was go limp.

You watched the world around you rise, but you never hit the floor. You melted right through it all. You kept seeing it shrink into oblivion until it was just a small pinprick of light in the darkness. 

In the past whenever you had switched dimensions you were in control. And it wasn’t this unpleasant a process. Had you accidentally touched a button on your portal ray? Had you somehow triggered this jump? You couldn’t theorize for too long until you felt your body go through another nauseating flux. Ragdolling through space you were flung back until you unexpectedly slammed your back against a hard surface, concussing your head in the process of it all. 

For a second everything was a bright white light and through gritted teeth you forced your eyes open, trying to shield them with your hands so you could assess where the hell you were. Head splitting from pain, the room was a wreck. But you’d recognize it anywhere. 

“Oh my god who is that?!” a young voice shouted nearby.

“Holy sh-” was all you could hear in response before your eyes rolled back in pain and your subconscious took over. 

You dreamed the same scene you often did. Over the 30 years, if you’d been keeping track correctly, you still had it at least once a month or so. It was you sitting on the dock of the lake. The lake in Gravity Falls. The pine filled wonderland in the pacific northwest. It was in a perpetual sunset, the sky a faint mix of orange and pink smears. You could always hear someone walking up the dock behind you, but you never were able to see who it was. Except this time. You looked over your shoulder and saw Ford. The version you’d met in college. The young, awkward, nerdy, unsure version of him. Hell he looked as confused as you felt. 

“What am I doing here?” he asked.

“I’m not sure,” you responded, looking back at the water. He continued, and took a seat beside you.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“I think so?” You answered back, not knowing, “this is farther than I usually get in these dreams,”. 

“Hm,” he hummed, accepting it. 

“Do you recognize me?” you asked. You felt his eyes on you.

“I’ll always recognize you dear,”.

Your eyes lurched open. Fuck that was weird. You were in your room. Your room back in the cabin. A wave of nausea swept over you again at recognizing the room. 30 fucking years hurtling through endless dimensions. It felt naive to trust your eyes. With a grunt, you pushed onto your elbows to look around. It seemed to be mid-day outside. Someone had thrown a blanket on you and left a glass of water on the floor. Still wary, you took a sip. It didn’t kill you.

There was a squeal from the doorway and your head snapped in that direction. There was a girl in a pink sweater giddily jumping and covering her mouth, but continuing to squeal.

“You’re awake!” she shouted, “Gruncle Stan! She’s awake!”. You rubbed your temples as you tried to formulate words.

“Wh-Who are you?” you mumbled out. Suddenly she was right beside the bed staring up at you with the biggest eyes you’d ever seen.

“I’m Mabel Pines! I’m your niece!” she said happily before scrunching her face to think, “I think…”

Niece? Before you could question it any further, there was someone in the doorway. He was in a disheveled suit with a red fez precariously perched on his head. When the two of you locked eyes the air seemed to freeze. 

“Stanley?” you croaked out. It was Ford, but it wasn’t all at the same time. Was this his estranged twin brother?

“Oh come on, did everyone know that except for Dipper and I?” Mabel whined as Stan laughed and turned her out of the room.

“There’s a lot of things you and Dipper don’t know, kid. Now give us some space,” he said, as she sighed and walked out of the room. Stan awkwardly shifted in place besides you and finally coughed to break the silence.

“How’re you doing?” he asked, “the portal shot you out across the room like a damn cannon,”. You rubbed the back of your head. Just a headache, but nothing worse it seemed.

“Just sore I think. I’m still not sure what all happened honestly,” you said. 

“Yeah that’s for sure. You were out for almost a whole day. Really got Ford riled up like you wouldn’t believe,” Stan said with a small smile to himself.

“Ford’s here?” you whispered, not being able to believe what he’d just told you. 

“Unfortunately. Didn’t even thank me or nothing for bringing him back. And hell- bringing his wife back too for fucks sake,” he swore. You tried to move out of the bed but your ribs and back protested. You weren’t as young as you used to be and that was becoming painfully obvious.

“Where’s Ford? I need to see Ford,” you mumbled as you pushed yourself out of the bed. Stan tried to help you, but also didn’t want to offend you by offering help. 

“Slow down y’animal. He’s in the kitchen,” he said, “I can get him-”

“No, I need to see him now,” you grunted as you inhaled sharply and stood up a little straighter.

Keeping a hand on the wall you walked through the house you and he had built. It was the same, but also time had done its work on the walls and carpets. You could hear someone gently clanging around pans in the kitchen. Anxiety crept into your head. It’d been 30 years since you’d gotten zapped into the hellish dimension-scape. You knew Ford had been there too. Being humans, you both stuck out like sore thumbs, but most frustratingly you never ran into each other. Statistically, it made sense. Across millions of unique dimensions and planets, it was unlikely. You hated statistics. 

You heard a gentle swear around the corner and the clatter of a spatula. It was Ford. 30 years across endless dimensions and planes of existence and you couldn’t turn the damn corner to see him. Your husband. It was stupid to tear up over it but you could feel the pricks at the corner of your eyes. You took a sharp inhale and turned.

“Ford I-” you began, but didn’t get the chance to finish before he pulled you into an embrace. 

Both of you were crying now at least. He continued to apologize under his breath as he ran his hand along the back of your head. You just pressed further into his red sweater trying to save every second in case you woke up and it was all a dream. 

“It’s okay, it’s okay, we’re here now,” you hiccuped through the tears as you looked up at him. His once brown hair had turned silver over the years and his face had evidence of all the years and adventures he’d gone through. 

“I never thought I’d see you again,” he said, cupping your face and looking into your eyes.

“You’d like that,” you tried to joke but you only broke down crying again as you wrapped your arms around him again. You could feel his chest as he gently laughed.

“I like the tattoo,” he chuckled into your hair. 

You felt your face go red. In an alcohol-addled stupor you’d been convinced to get a small face tattoo under your eye. It was a small black broken heart, that you really had always meant to get lasered off. “Hey I have some too now,” he added with a small kiss on your forehead.

“My scientist? Tattoos? Never!” you smiled as you quickly kissed him on the lips. 

This was it. This was all you hoped for over the past 30 years.

The two of you stood side by side as Ford remembered his cooking. He kept his arm firmly wrapped around your waist, as you laid a hand on his chest and listened to him starting to ramble about everything you’d been out for. The portal, Bill, the house, Stanley, the kids, no- your niece and nephew. 

“Our Graunt is so badass,” Mabel whispered to her brother as she quickly peeked around the corner.

AN: Thanks all! Let me know if you want a little Weirdmagedon action bit because this feels like it's too sweet to end on personally- BUT I got one last tasty treat in the drafts right now :)

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[red-viewe]

general lilia x reader thoughts 🔫 (part three 👌)

COLORED LETTERS IS FAE LANGUAGE, (tw swearing)

Part 2 part 1

"Please pay attention to me, your grace~" a young lady says as she touches Lilia seductively, before he pushes her away and walks away, rolling his eyes.

'Ew.'

"C'mon, Duke! Look alive! You're the famous general, you should enjoy the fame!" A soldier playfuly shouts, as the party gets louder and louder.

The war has finally ended after 3 years, peace taking over both sides of the war. The borders are open, and many expected years of prosperity and peace.

'3 years since I've seen them, 3 years since I've felt their warmth.' Lilia sighs, massaging his temples.

'Just a few more days until i see them.

Just a few more days....'

----

"Y/n, my love and life, please take this ring and marry m-"

"Absolutely not." You slam the door, annoyed. It's been 3 years since Lilia left, and the war ended, meaning that men and women are coming back home to see their families, some looking to start one. As a hot asf, unmarried, somewhat financially stable person, you were expected to be popular among the marriage market in both women and men.

'Dude, i did not know i had this much game.' You thought, peeking out the window to see a line of people waiting at your door. 'WTF I DON'T KNOW HALF THESE PEOPLE. IT'S LITERALLY 3 IN THE MORNING. '

Sighing, you quickly pulled out a peice of paper, writing in bold, thick letters, 'NOT ACCEPTING MARRIAGE PROPOSALS' and stuck it onto the window.

'What if he forgot about me? Should i just give up on waiting?' Fuck no. Why would you do that to lilia?

'Genuinely fuck this shit.' You sighed, going back to sleep.

-----

'Knock knock knock'

'Ugh, dude i swear, if it's another suitor I'm moving.'

You slowly walk to the door, opening the door.

"I said no more suitors! Read the god damn sign!" You say, annoyed, looking up to see a man with long, black hair with red highlights. You slam the door, and go to walk back to your room.

'Wait.' You pause to think. (For once)

Long black hair with red- OMG YOU JUST SLAMED THE DOOR ON LILIA.

You rush back to the door, now fully awake and quickly open the door.

"LIlia!" You jump to hug the fae, his eyes widened at the sudden embrace.

"Beastie! I thought you forgot who i was. How mean of you to slam the door on your love." He hugs you back, pouting and nuzzling his face into your neck with warm cheeks.

"W-we don't talk about that..." You look away, embarrassed.

"Pft, it's quite alright, my love." He pulls you in for a soft, deep kiss. "So I hear you had many suitors, hmm? Planning to marry someone who's not me?" Lilia smirks, pulling away to cup your cheek.

"I swear i can explain-"

-----

"And thats how me and your mother/father met snd fell in love." Lilia giggles at the memory, "Ahh, young love." A young silver haired boy looks at his father, now filled with questions.

"But father, but isn't y/n a human? How can they live so l"ong? Also, what happened to all the suitors? And the bar?"

"Hmm, now now, silver, that's too complicated for your young mind to understand. I shall tell you when you are of age." Lilia smiles, as he rocks the boy to sleep.

"Everytime you tell that story, Silver always ends uo falling asleep." You walk in, taking Silver from Lilia's arms to transfer him to his spiderbat bed.

"It's our love story dear, I'll tell it again and again untill the whole world knows how we fell in love."

"You're lucky I love you, you cheeky bat." You pout, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek.

"I love you too, beastie."

----

Authors notes :D

I THOUGHT I PUBLISHED THIS BEFORE GOING CAMPING IM SO SRRY

Also this is probably the end of the general lilia x read thoughts series, but I'll definitely be making more stories on other characters and lilia.

Also if you guys want side stories on this series lmk(Requests r always open btw GIMMIE UR IDEAS)

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[fatswaps]

Party Body swap weight gain

Kevin had always felt somewhat out of place in university. He was one of the only foreigners in his class, and was a pretty short guy so he often found it difficult to make friends with other people. He thought attending a party in the next-door dorm would be a good way to hopefully come out of his shell and befriend a few people so he put on some of his nicer clothes and went along with a few classmates.

The party itself wasn't particularly wild, but one guy specifically stood out among all the college students. He was a pretty hefty fellow, and Kevin recognized him as Brian- the guy who'd repeatedly failed to graduate and had pretty much made the college his home. It seemed his family was quite rich and the guy was pretty spoiled, so he never got any punishment for his continued failures. Worst of all, Brian was extremely loud and obnoxious which made him even more unpopular than Kevin.

Seeing as how the people at the party were all tired of Brian's annoying behavior, Kevin thought this might be an opportunity to finally make himself known to the student body and so, he walked up to the fat guy and spoke,

"Hey Fatty, why don't you go to a Wendy's or something. There's no more food left for you here."

"What'd you say to me, little guy?" Brian roared

"I said, waddle your fat ass out of here and stop ruining the night for everyone else, fatso!"

Brian muttered something under his nreath and stormed off, and as the crowd was cheering him on- Kevin, in a moment of boldness, followed after the guy he'd insulted.

Stepping out into the hallway, Kevin smugly walked towards Brian who seemed to have entered his own room. Shamelessly following after the man, Kevin was just about to insult Brian's weight again when a bright flash of light practically blinded him and he found himself losing his balance, and soon drifting off as he fell to the floor.

Coming to, Kevin groaned as he tried to push himself up- but found it was much harder to do so than usual. Rubbing his eyes, the young man finally managed to push himself up into a sitting position only to be met by a horrifying sight. There stood, his body- smirking at him. This wasn't a mirror's reflection... no that was Kevin standing right there at himself... or, more so- staring at whatever Kevin had now turned into

"You know, dude. I was gonna have you have your moment but you just had to follow after me, didn't you?"

"What... what the hell did you do?"

"I took your god damn body and out you in mine. So, who's the fatty now, shithead?"

Kevin took a moment to look down at his body, and immediately a scream followed his realization that he was now Brian, the fat failure! Pushing himself up, Kevin felt his disgusting body and turned to his old boy

"TURN ME BACK RIGHT NOW!"

"Turn you back? Fat chance.. hahah, get it, fat!"

"You're never getting this cute ass asian body back, enjoy your life as a 28 year old fatass!"

With that the new Kevin walked away, leaving behind a crying mess, which was the new Brian. To any observer, it just seemed like Kevin had put Brian in his place and made him cry like the man-child he was, but in reality- Brian had taken everything Kevin had and left him in a ridiculous body, which was 10 years older.

....................................................................................

It had been 5 years since the swap now and Kevin had had a pretty hard time adapting to his new body. Despite his multiple attempts to get his body back, Brian had ridiculed Kevin publicly and left him even more hated, while Bruan grew more and more popular.

At the very least, Kevin was much better at his classes than Brian ever was, so he had actually managed to graduate and even lose a few pounds of weight in his time in Brian's body. He was about to move out of the dorms, and was just getting more comfortable with himself when he saw his old body... in a ruined state.

His beautiful hair had been shaved off on the sides and was shorter than he'd ever let it be, and his gorgeous fit body was now even fatter than the body Brian had left him in. And on hisface was the nastiest smirk Kevin had ever seen.

"Hey man. Heard you graduated in my body... I was thinking, you learned your lesson sooo"

"No, NO DON'T YOU FUCKING DA-"

That was all Kevin could say when he saw the flash again. In a few hours, he awoke in his old body, fat, sweaty and with a terrible haircut. 5 years of his life seamlessly taken away from him while he lost his only chance at studying at the university of his dreams...

[esggs]

[ #2, Lord!Sukuna x knight!reader, heian-era trueform Sukuna, d/s relationship, graphic descriptions of torture and violence as a metaphor for love, misogyny, yandere!reader, jealousy, gnc reader, 800+ words ]

pt.1 (feast)

No one wants to bring the news to you: Sukuna has taken another knight. 

One he found mid-battle, similar to you. Young Gojo-kun, a sprightly boy only a few years younger than you, possesses the Six Eyes and Limitless cursed technique. One who apparently professed his loyalty to Sukuna in exchange for training. One who sits pampered in his tent across the post-war encampment. 

That you raged back into your tent, fell down weeping, bashed your things at the walls, ripped your hair and tore your robes off screaming in anger… it was all heard by the worried guards posted in front of your chambers. Never had they seen their noble knight with veins of cold steel so. It did not calm them down when you emerged from your doors, kimono falling off your shoulders, eyes puffy red, hair dishevelled, and your hand grasped, with foreboding surety, around your sword. 

The All-Seeing Gojo-kun titters at your state. His tent is among the largest, his throng of admirers sitting around like so. His feet are slung over a makeshift throne, about 20 paces from your determined steps.

“What an honour! The Butcher, in flesh!” He mocks. “Make space, Benkei, find a seat for the mistress-in-chief’s royal ass!” He takes no notice of the audience gasping, the inconceivable disrespect for someone like you. 

10 paces. “Won’t you please us with a dance, dog? Like you do for your master? A little tail-wagging?” Gojo-kun has nothing to worry about. Not only is he blessed with God-like sorcery and the heirdom of the Gojo Clan, he has the protection of Sukuna himself. Nothing can wee old you do to him.  

5 paces. “Please, I only tease you as a friend, haha! Will you go tattle to Sukuna now?”

3 paces. “But he won’t care, will he? Not when he’s bored with his old toy. One with no cursed technique.”

2 paces. “Not when he has me, the pinnacle of jujutsu sorcery.”

1 pace. You plant your footing in front of the smug Gojo-kun– “Keep crying for him like a virgin bride, you know that he’ll never return your pathe– ” and you cut his head off in one clean flash of your blade. 

Screams, a rushing crowd, weeping maidens, enraged men. Damn, you muse. That brat must’ve really gotten to me. My hand shook so much. Because why else would a few untorn threads of muscle still dare to patch his idiotic head onto his neck? The boy is still breathing. Good.  

You drag Gojo-kun’s body, his ornate robes collecting grass-dirt, by the hair. People stand by terrified lest they catch your eye. In his last moments, you correct his previous statement: you do have a cursed technique. Pain like rats are clawing through their chest, pain like they are being skinned and broiled alive, pain like their eyes, tongues, fingers and genitalia are being torn off…You can give one such pain at the time of their death. And the way his dead eyes are crying, you know that he’s penitent. 

His body flops to the ground as his neck-muscles finally snap apart. Tsk. Now you have to carry the head in one hand and rest in another. All the way up to the master tent, where Lord Sukuna must be holding court. 

No guard dares stop you. The courtiers part in haste. Sukuna himself sits up, eyes wide in shock. Like a wolfdog bringing a dead sparrow to present to its master, both parts of the corpse are dropped, as are your knees, to the ground at your Lord’s feet. 

“I caught this rat stealing from your granary, Sukuna-sama.” What a bold-faced lie, but which fool would correct you? “I protected you.” 

Sukuna knew that you were tamed in the sense that you did your best to be tame for him. He did anticipate some ill-feelings from you when he brought the boy along, not blunt murder. Should he punish you? You certainly deserved to be disciplined; he had grand plans for the Six-Eyes. But to look into the insanity carved in your stony eyes as you pointedly refuse to call him ‘my Lord’... No, I understand now. 

This was your way of saying, if the brat deserved to survive, he would have. Your cruel mouth says he wasn’t worthy of you. Your jealous heart says I am all that you require, my Lord. 

You dragged his corpse all the way here not to profess guilt but for something completely different: you want praise. Sukuna has never denied you anything. 

“Well done, knight.” Your Lord’s voice rumbles like rocks through the silence. “We are all grateful for your service.”

You offer him a deep prostration before you excuse yourself. The next time Sukuna spots you is at the dinner banquet, merry-making and loud-laughing with your comrades, sake and deer-meat aplenty, your knight uniform shining, long hair tied neat, sword pristine as a white lily. 

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a/n: Set in the Heian era (794-1185 AD), this Gojo isn't our Satoru Gojo, to clarify that. He also never got the chance to activate his Infinity before getting his head lopped off, poor guy ig.

knight!reader primarily fights with conventional weaponry, infuses cursed energy and uses New Shadow style techniques (which they discovered and founded), cuz their CT is pretty useless in actual battle. Most people, like Gojo-kun here, think that they don't have one. they're a horrifically savage fighter, tearing enemies into chunks, hence is also called 'The Butcher'.

While the biological sex of the knight is whatever the reader wants it to be, socially they play a male role. they dress in male military uniform, fight alongside men, were given a man's education, and get duties and respect that a man of that time would get. realistically, a woman would never get the high ranking of a knight.

knight!reader is not Sukuna's mistress or anything like that. it's just mean-spirited gossip. their relations are intensely close and kinda fucked up tho :)

[kawaiigirly21]

“House Vaelnaris has yet to swear fealty to anyone. They remain neutral.” Otto Hightower spoke. Upon hearing the name, Aegon perked up. “Vaelnaris? Lady Naerya is from that house is she not?” He questioned with a small smirk on his face. He knew Naerya well. She was his first love. A highborn girl who was sweet as she was passionate.

“Yes she is your grace.” Another council member spoke up. “Good. Send a raven immediately. I wish to marry her.” Aegon smirked. Hs grandfather and hand of the king was quick to respond. “Your Grace, I must speak against this marriage proposal. We know not of who her family swears to!” Aegon countered with his own argument.

“I know that. So we take their loyalty by force. Political marital force. Naerya is the only heir to House Vaelnaris. I marry her, I have her house’s loyalty and their large army.” Otto fought to roll his eyes at his grandson. “And what of the rumors of her being impure? Her supposed affair with Daemon?” Aegon looked at his grandfather with an expression that could only be read as frustration.

“Rumors. Thats all they are. From those damn pig fuckers! They’re all just pissed that she would never stoop to their level and allow their flaccid cocks to bruise her jewel. Not like me!” The keep froze in dead silence at their king’s bold proclamation. “Not like you? What do you mean by that Your Grace?” Otto asked lowly. “When we were only children, she promised herself to me and me only. She would never betray me. I know that. Now send the damn raven!” That night, House Vaelnaris stirred with the news of a proposal to their Lady Naerya.

“Are you going to accept?” Vaenar, Naerya’s uncle asked with genuine curiosity. The man watched as his niece laid on her bed staring at the tiny parchment with and unreadable expression. At least to him. For Naerya, she was close to combusting with excitement. The boy of her dreams sent her a raven. A marriage proposal! She couldn't possibly turn this down.

“I'll accept. It would be good for our house, imagine the prestige?” In truth, she couldn't have cared less about the prestige of being queen. She cared about marrying Aegon. Not his name or his status as king. She just wanted him. Ever since they were children, Naerya was deeply in love with the prince, now king and protector of the realms.

It only took a week before Naerya arrived in Kings Landing and was escorted to the palace. Once there, the young woman was taken to a room to see Aegon, who just so happened to be out on business concerning their upcoming wedding. She was told to wait for him there. As she looked around the room, Naerya spotted a beautiful dragon statue with her name carved on the wing.

Her fingers traced the wings and the scales ever so slightly before turning around when the door to the room opened. Seeing the silver white hair and the black clothing, she knew immediately that man was her beloved. Running to him, Naerya placed a kiss on the man's lips. “Aegon! Oh how I missed you! It's been too long! I must ask, what happened to your eye?”

Moving to touch his eye patch, Naerya felt her heart jump as the man caught her hand and placed a gentle kiss on her fingers. “Oh Aegon you charmer.” Suddenly a voice interrupted the two. “A charmer? Is that what you think? I'd hardly call it so. Right, Aemond?” Naerya turned her head to the man who had her in his warm embrace.

“A-ameond? That's you? Oh my goodness… by the gods I… I'm sorry! I didn't recognize you! I thought-” Pulling her out of his brother's arms, Aegon pressed a sweet kiss to Naerya's temple. “Beautiful. It's quite alright. You haven't laid those gorgeous eyes upon me for so long, you mistook my brother for me. It's nothing to cry over. I'm not mad.” Aegon spokesman sweetly.

He only reserved this tone for her. Strictly for her. He then leaned in for a steamy kiss. His lips never left hers but his eyes found his brother's. He knew even as a child, Aemond wanted to marry Naerya. He knew he loved her. That's why Aegon pursued her, at first he thought courting her was a chore. Now everytime he thinks back to those days, he holds no regrets.

Through his game to try and hurt his brother, he found love. True mind blowing fire burning love. “Come, I wish to show you something my love.”

I need your help guys! I'm not too sure on this chapter. What are your thoughts? Any feedback before I commit to this plot line?

[leannswritings]

hii i love your writing style so much can you do a chanyoung x fem reader where reader purposely flirts with chanyoung just to annoy chief ji's daughter but after some time chanyoung confronts you and wants it to become real. thank youu <33

"Serious"

Warnings : smut, semi-public???, slight hair pulling, barely proofread

Pairings : Chan-young x F!reader

A/N : IM IN HELL, I apologize for the wait, I gots to make a schedule. But here's an update, there's slight Romance at the end?? Idk it's romantic 2 me

You were used to being the center of attention, during your life before this you were a celebrity, I mean you were really pretty, popular, and rich. Now here you are, in a world where status doesn't even matter anymore, yet this one girl, that annoying piece of crap had some type of status in this haven.

Ye-seul had this obsession with Chan-young, a baseball player who's currently serving his mandatory time, you've met him once at one of his baseball games and they let you pitch the first ball, clips of him teaching you how to pitch went viral among fans. You've never talked to him outside of that, but ye-seul being the delusional fan she was, they had it out for you, especially when you arrived at the shelter.

You just couldn't let her talk however she wanted to you or harass Chan-young, so you flirted with him in front of her for weeks just to piss her off. It's funny to see how she would react depending on the bold statements you would say. Many times getting reactions out of him, his reactions were so cute you would have never thought a man with so many fans would react nervously or so blushy to what you thought was basic flirting or joking around.

Chan-young had a nice face, such a mix of cuteness and attractiveness was mind-blowing, the more you saw him the more you wanted to play around with him. His pleading-like looks, his personality, and his build got to your brain. You would give up anything just to get a taste of him, but you held back because you wanted to continue playing around.

"Hey, can I talk to you"

You heard a voice from behind you breaking your thoughts causing you to turn around to see Chan-young. You nod and get up to follow him to a nearby hall, lifting a blanket that was placed there to dry. You didn't even realize he had grabbed your shoulders and pushed against the hallway wall.

"Are you just playing with me or are you serious"

Damn. You started to think you must have gotten on his nerves with how you acted towards him, but then again maybe he wanted it.

"Why, do you want it to be serious?"

You replied with a slight smile on your face, thank god you were good at acting because you were nervous, I mean you've never seen him so serious while talking to you.

"Yes...I want it to be serious. Don't you understand, I like the attention you give me, I don't want this to just be some fun game"

Fun game? At first, it was just to piss that girl off but you ended up being very honest with the way you flirted with him. Hearing him say he wanted to be serious was good enough for you, you've always been a bold and up-front person, but his confronting you made you want to hear him talk about it just a little more before you did what you wanted.

"Fuck.. I mean I know you don't like ye-seul but tell me you're just not playing around with me. I'm serious about you."

That's it, it's close to what you want to hear, his hands still on ur upper arm, maybe it was the look on his face, the more impatient he got, the happier you got. You couldn't hold back anymore, Your boldness increased due to the current situation.

"Then make it serious"

You grabbed his face to mash his lips against yours, and his hands quickly moved from your upper arm to your waist, pulling your body more into his. His hand placement was just right, making this situation feel 10 times more attractive than it already was. Your makeout session went on for a while, and it went on violently as y'all both fought over control. Being that his body was pressed against you, you could tell how excited he was due to the hardness against your lower body, impulsively but rightfully you slid your hand down his body to the spot.

"We..we can't do this here"

He automatically said after noticing you were getting more into it, it's not like he wouldn't mind but there were people close, and things could get outta hand if y'all got caught. You, on the other hand, were down, no matter what, if people could hear, let them hear, if y'all got caught "yolo" is what you thought.

"We can...plus I don't think you want to walk out of here like that"

It would be completely noticeable if he walked into the main area struggling against his pants. You'd rather fuck here than wait forever, there was a blanket that was left to dry that was covering the hall, so it's not like anyone would see, you hoped anyway.

Chan-young took a minute to think about this though, but hell, he would get to let everyone know indirectly that you were his. The idea of the people who wanted to get with you, being disappointed by the idea of you getting smashed in some hall by someone else.

Without any more hesitation, he went straight back to kissing you before trailing down the side of your face to your neck, leaving big noticeable marks as he kissed and licked at your neck. You slid your hands down to his body until you got to his waist, pausing before you reached for his belt. Unbuckling his belt was your main focus, well it would have been if you weren't pushed harder against the wall and again, his body, your focus going back to his hard spot rubbing against you.

"Fuck being kind and slow with it" you quickly came to realize, plus you would want to hurry anyways due to the drying blanket being your only privacy, to be honest, you were kind of into it. You went straight back to your mission to unbuckle his belt, successfully unbuckling it, and slipped your hand into his now loose pants, attempting to wrap your fingers around him, earning a sweet sound from him.

Chan-young isn't one to rush, he's known for his all-round patience with others, but right now? He couldn't wait to get inside of you. The little to no space between you two made it hard for you to fully wrap around him, at this point you were just messing around with his tip while he pressed against your stomach.

Patience? That's starting to decrease by the second as he continues to moan against the marks he made on your skin, one of his hands going up to grip your hair.

"Fuck.."

He repeated a few times against your skin, he couldn't think of what to do next, all he knew was that he wanted to be one with you in the quickest way possible. An exchange of a few facial expressions was all he needed to continue; As if you were an opponent, he made you face away from him, and now the only thing you could see was the blank concrete wall in front of you. You placed one of your hands on the wall for support, Chan-young, on the other hand, was behind you pulling off your underwear, and leaving the skirt. You wouldn't have imagined someone with such an innocent face would have the boldness to make a relationship real, nor screw you in a hallway, this was on another level of excitement. Damn man, if you knew this would have happened you would have been asked him to be official

Chan-young gripped your hips tightly as he entered you with quickness, making you yelp, with that reaction he knew to start slow, the sounds you made sounded so soft and sweet to him, only making him desire more but all he could do was hold back for the time being. You could only cover your mouth with your free hand, you were sure that anyone close would be able to hear you, the thought was pretty exciting. Chan-young pacing himself couldn't have made this any better, all this excitement made you grip around Chan even more. A moan and a slight laugh came out of his mouth when he realized your excitement, his grip getting even tighter on your waist, you were sure it would leave marks.

"You like that? Speak up, let everyone know how much you enjoy this, you want them to know don't you..?"

He said in that soft-ass tone, Well..yes! Of course, you wanted to let everyone know that's your man, especially that dog-faced bitch. The hand you had barely closing your mouth went to the wall, and nodding was all you could think of doing, for someone so brave a few minutes ago there was little to no dominance or confidence at the moment.

"Good to know.."

With no prior warning, he quickened his pace, causing the hallway to be filled with the sounds of your voice and the sounds of skin-to-skin. You tried to grip the nonexistent ridges of the wall, your hands balling into a fist. Chan-young didn't let up with this pace, especially now, you being louder than before. The overstimulation was kicking your ass, I mean, letting everyone know he was yours? this position, his pace, just him in general. This high couldn't be replaced with anything else.

"Chan...please, I can't.."

Those words were repeated, as he slid one of his hands up your body to grip the back of your hair, his grip was nice and tight. You, on the other hand, were in a daze, you couldn't even think straight, you wouldn't even be surprised you found yourself drooling or foaming from the mouth at this point, your eyes started rolling to the back of your head as you got closer to your climax. Chan-young was getting close, you could tell from his pace getting a little slower, it wasn't long before you reached your climax. Chan-young followed, coating your insides with warmth.

"Shit..."

After a few minutes, y'all tried to fix yourselves up, putting your clothes back in their respective places, to at least walk out to go clean up, even if people could hear you, you didn't want to look that messed up, even though your legs were shaking. Seeing that you were struggling to stand Chan-young squatted down in front of you signaling you to get on his back. You got onto his back, wrapping your arms around his neck as his arms went under your legs.

As y'all left the hallway y'all talked about your relationship, each other, and the future. As if nothing had ever happened in the hall you both talked romantically turning the hot situation into a sweet heartfelt moment, even helping each other wash off afterward. Chan-young is one sweet man, especially when it comes to you, the more you stick around each other the more you fall for him, you were sure, no matter what happens you were going to be there for him, and he was going to be there for you.

[multiwreckedmess]

February Filth Fest - Day 7

Pairing: Wooyoung x fem!reader Kink: Aphrodisiacs/Overstim WC: 3.6k Summary: Thick as thieves you’ve seen Wooyoung on good days and bad days. Both of you have done some admittedly dumb things but you’re young and hot and a little reckless. So why is Wooyoung sitting on the sofa pouring sweat in the middle of February when you come home? TW/CW: Bratty!wooyoung, sub!wooyoung, dom!reader, undernegotiated kink, painslut!wooyoung, aphrodisiacs, dubcon, lots of humping (reader receiving), oral (reader receiving), degradation (m receiving), inhuman amounts of climaxes, coercion (heavy amounts underline bold), no pronouns used for reader but fem presenting body parts (vagina, breasts), Wooyoung is called names (toy, slut, dumb, bastard), unprotected penetration, multiple creampies

Additional discussion below the cut of TW/CW

Wooyoung is VERY much under the influence but also pressures the reader past their set boundaries. The reader does “consent” after a bit and has wanted to in the past but neither thing should truly count as consent. Neither party should be doing this and for that I’m labeling as dubcon. Do with that what you will. I wanted to stress again, this is fiction and you should talk to your partner outside of the bedroom before doing ANYTHING like this in the bedroom.

Wooyoung is sweating which is weird because every window in the small apartment you share is wide open with the fan on high. And it’s the middle of February. “Dude, you good?” Your smile is disconcerting despite your best efforts to look casual. Wooyoungs head snaps to look at you, eyes fluttering as he presses a pillow against his crotch. “It was a joke, a funny haha joke.” His eyes well with tears. “You know those miracle fruit tablets? You know when we all took them for fun and then did a blindfolded taste test and Hongjoong ate a radish but he liked it so he asked for more and we all made fun of him and called him radish boy for a week even though we all ate weird things that day and really it was good that he ate a vegetable for once in his life without making a face so I joked I was going to force feed him miracle berries every day?” Your eyes glaze as he rattles on, noting his uncomfortable wiggling and pressing of the pillow, mouth dropping open into a pained whine as he performs his one man show. “Yeah Wooyoung I remember, the tablets.” “Well I got more but I also got these sex gummies.” “Viagra.” “No. Maybe? I don’t know they just said ‘aphrodisiac’ and i thought ‘oh cool like oysters and chocolate covered strawberries I fucking doubt they’ll do anything’ but…” he trails off, eyelids fluttering. “God damn you look so fucking good today.” “Wooyoung is that my pillow?” You cautiously inch towards him. His knuckles are white gripping the blue cotton of your pillowcover. As you get closer you realize he smells like sweat and cum, the room being spared by the copious amount of ventilation. “No but really you look…” his speech is slow and dumb. A hand releases the pillow and grabs the zipper of your jacket fumbling with your outerwear. You swat at his hand, “it’s fucking freezing Wooyoung.” He whimpers like a hit puppy. “If I can close the windows you can take this off of me.” With a snap the living room is sealed shut again, Wooyoungs hands yanking your winter weather gear from you all the way down to your tshirt and jeans. “Do you always smell this good? You smell so fucking good.” Hands wandering everywhere his nose pressed to your chest rubbing his face into you. Wooyoung feels the room spinning, the closed windows allowing your scent to flood the space. He can barely hold onto a sliver of himself that isn’t a hormone filled sex crazed psycho. You stumble as his fingers grab and dig into the flesh of your ass. There's an obvious tent and a damp spot on the front of his sweats, no doubt soaked through by his predicament. “I think I’m going to die. I think my dick is gonna just pop. I don’t want a neo penis I like the one I have! Would you love me if I had a neo cock? People are into those these days, right?” Wooyoung sniffles and burbles frantically. There’s no way to escape his needy grasp so you opt to stroke his back. Endorphins flood his system, knuckles whitening. He shudders and moans, squeezing his eyes tight. “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” he chants, guilt settling heavy in his stomach. “It felt so good I’m sorry.” “Woo-” your voice low and soft and soothing, “did you just cum?” He nods, eyes cast down in shame. “I’m so sorry I can’t-I can’t-” his chest feels tight, eyes brimming with tears. “No Woo, it’s okay,” you continue to pet his back and speak softly. “Hey we can get through this together okay? Okay. How long has this all been happening?” He tries to think, nose wrinkling cutely in concentration. How long has it been? Honestly it felt like forever but in the scheme of things probably had only been an hour. Available snacks in the apartment had dwindled towards the end of the week and the bag of funny little penis shaped gummies were supposed to be his mid afternoon sugar hit to jolt him into productivity. It wasn’t until an hour or so after that he started to feel…strange. Antsy almost like a pot of coffee had been injected into his veins. “Maybe an hour? I think I ate it two hours ago so…an hour? I don’t know, I've cum three times already and I can't stop. It feels so good like you wouldn’t believe how good. Each time I feel like I’m going to die and piss and shit myself and you’d come home and see me dead covered in cum and piss and shit with my cock in my hand-” “WOOYOUNG,” you grab his face. “I don’t need to hear it, okay?” He mumbles an apology. As he’d warned he was already hard again, hips moving of their own accord rutting against your thigh again. “Let’s get you out of those pants okay?” You help him gingerly remove the pants, soaked with sweat and cum. The sight below makes you regret removing them, his boxers are far worse, the raw stench of sex filling the air. Wooyoung is already grappling back to you, almost physically unable to bear being apart. “JUNG WOOYOUNG,” you snap, “change your FUCKING boxers right now.” You wrench your arm from his grasp, summoning all the sternness in your soul to send him to his room. He scuttles sheepishly away, slamming drawers dramatically. In the meantime you go to investigate the kitchen, looking for the bag. Luckily you don’t have to look hard, the crumpled plastic conveniently placed just beside the trash can, as was his habit. Willy World’s Addictive Aphrodisiacs, emblazoned on the bag in pink bubble letters. A bearded lanky cartoon cowboy riding an erect penis sits in the lower left hand corner. No wonder he didn’t think these were serious. In bold subtitled below the heading “eat no more than four or you might need to get yourself a whore.” You grimace. Wooyoung’s slight but muscular body presses you into the counter, arms snaking up your front, cradling you close to him. “Couldn’t find you, thought you’d run,” he sniffs. “Don’t run okay? Please, I’m scared. You can’t leave me.” “Woo- how many were in the bag?” You try your best to hide the streak of panic in your voice. “I don’t know, many. I ate them all I didn’t count.” He’s rubbing his cheeks and nose all over your neck and shoulders again, not so subtle erection pressing into you again. “More than four?” You try to politely ignore the prodding of his cock as he squeezes your body in his hands. Grabbing fistfuls of your flesh as he groans. “Oh yeah. More than four.” He sighs, dragging his cock over the cleft of your ass. His spindly fingers already helping themselves to the top button of your jeans. “Fuck. Wooyoung.” He sighs dreamily, “yeah?” Sliding your fly down, tooth by tooth. You swat his hand again. “Wooyoung. You had more than four, it says no more than four.” He whimpers, loosening his grip just barely. “I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t think they were serious,” he whines, slowly reestablishing his hold on you. “You get it now don’t you? I’m so fucked. Please help me. Help me.” His hands return to your fly. “I promise, just let me grind on you a bit and I’ll be good. I’ll let you do what you need to do I just need-” You sigh and roll your eyes, sticking your ass out against him, phone in hand. “Fine. Rub your dumb dick on me. Just shut the fuck up and let me figure out how fucked you are.” Wooyoung thinks he might cum just from sheer giddy excitement, hastily yanking down your jeans and pressing his bulge to your ass, still covered in cute striped underwear. You let him practically drape himself over you as you lean forward on the counter, both elbows anchored to the stone counter. He pants in your ear, jostling your body with each thrust as you try to google reviews of the aphrodisiacs. The first listing is the site Wooyoung bought from, a gag gifts and tchotchke store with no written reviews opting for simple star ratings. The next listing is full of clearly automated reviews lacking substance and information. Your lips press into a thin line. The next three sites are just as hopeless and Wooyoung’s humping is getting more vigorous. He tries to bury his moans in your shoulder, the high pitched whines still reaching your ears. Still you are focused on helping your friend. Trying to hold your arm still to scan the ingredients list for clues you groan in frustration. Wooyoung grabs your breast with a gasp and a grunt, cumming in his boxers, leaving a suspicious damp spot on your ass. His full weight laying on your back relaxed he strokes your breast with his thumb where he assumes your nipple might be beneath the layers of clothes. 

You’d turn around to scold him but you’ve finally found something. A website that looks straight from the late 90s, black background with red comic sans burning itself into your retinas, and it seems to be an older woman’s sex toy review blog. Darla, a 50 year old housewife, reviews her finds on a bi-weekly basis and Willy World’s Addictive Aphrodisiacs is listed. She jokes about her dog accidentally stealing the first bag and needing to buy him four new stuffed plushies over the course of a full eight hours. The vet finally recommended a fertile female mate currently in her care to see if it would encourage quicker cessation of the symptoms which seemed to work.  She gave the product a seven out of ten, recommending both partners take the recommended dosage for best effect.

Both of Wooyoung’s hands cup your breasts, squishing and massaging their weight between his fingers. “You’re so wet you know. It’s not just because of my cock. I can feel it.” “You humped me within an inch of my life, it makes sense.” He presses two fingers against the crotch of your underwear, a sticky squelch of soaked fabric exposes your half truth. “My dick was nowhere near here, that’s all you. You wanna fuck your poor desperate friend, don’t you. You like that I need your help, that I’m all fucked out and needy for you. C’mon take advantage of me. I want you to. Use me. I deserve it. Use me like the dumb fuck toy I am.” His fingers rub against your clit in small insistent circles as he pleads. You gulp. He’s persuasive. It wasn’t like you hadn’t thought of it once or twice before, shamefully in the late night silence of your room. Maybe you’d even thought about cuddling up next to him on the couch, marathoning a drama. How nice it would be to just fuck him like you owned him. Struggling to keep yourself in line you force your brain back into emergency mode. One of you has to be the one in control, even if the other is steering in a dangerous direction. “Woo, you know I can’t. You’re my best friend. You’re my roommate. You’re my partner in crime. I can’t risk-” Sensing your weakness he launches his three pronged attack, hands working in tandem, one at your breast the other at your button, burying his teeth in the junction between your neck and shoulder right where he’s seen you shudder before when massaging you. Everything you fought with crumbles like it was made of sand. Phone clattering against the countertop you mewl, an undignified high pitched whine as you grasp at the smooth surface to ground yourself. “Extenuating circumstances,” he mumbles, kissing the red splotch, pleased with the small shudder he causes. “I could die. I really could.” In reality at worst he’s in for another 4 hours of this, you assume based on previous experiences with his metabolism, unlikely that he dies. But the one reviewer did say that- the train of thought is cut off abruptly by the thrumming of your clit. How the fuck did he get so good at that? This was not how you’d imagined it at all. “You fucker, you bought c minus sex gummies and didn’t even leave any for me,” you turn to face him, having to arch your back over the counter to look him in the eye. “Okay well next time-” You smack his arm. “Bed. Now. You’re going to fucking pay for this somehow.” Wooyoung practically skips to his bedroom, heart light and grinning from ear to ear. Tossing ruined socks and underwear in the approximate direction of his hamper he hears the soft patting of your feet approaching. He could cum just from anticipation. Turning he sees you there in his door. The demon inside of him stills. “Fuck,” he whispers to himself. Wearing only your underwear and t-shirt, hair in a messy bun, smudged mascara fallout coating your lower lash line, you’re so fucking sexy to him. It’s better than any lingerie because it’s how he knows you and he finally gets to have you to himself. Sat on the edge of his bed, eyes half lidded with lust, boxers doing nothing to conceal his prominent bulge. You watch his eyes drink you in and you make up your mind right there. Go with it. Whatever shenanigans Wooyoung got himself into before you’d always been there and you’d be there until the end. A smirk tugs at the corner of your lips as his hand clenches his thigh, chest rising and falling with a shaky exhale. Sauntering over you place one leg between his, straddling him to place your other knee on the bed. “You sure about this?” He turns his head to the side and kisses your wrist softly, earnestly, so carefully your heart hurts. Gazing up at your face, your flyaways forming an angelic halo, his eyes clear from the lust induced haze if only for a second. “You won’t regret it.” “Big talk from a man who came from a single back rub.” He tugs on your panties, face buried in your lower belly, kissing and sucking red spots into your hips. “You don’t even know how long I’ve wanted to eat you out. Can’t wait to feel your thighs tremble around my face,” Wooyoung rants like a crazed man, tangling himself around you as you try to step out of your underwear. “You smell like candy and strawberries. Do you know that? Every time after you shower the whole apartment smells like you.” His hands scoop under your ass nearly pulling your legs over his shoulders. Tongue running up your inner thigh he dives in messily sucking and licking your slit, burying his face deep between your thighs, bridge of his nose eagerly grinding into your clit. You grab onto the mop of hair that is Wooyoung to try to steady yourself. “Fuck Woo-what the fuck-” you gasp as he flicks his tongue. “Why are you so good?” The more you wiggle the harder he grabs your ass. His whiny moans vibrate your most intimate parts, tip of his tongue just able to tease your entrance.  Your thighs tense, “Woo-Wooyoung-Woo- I’m- I don’t wanna- hurt you” you grunt,  tugging his hair sharply, forcing him to look up at you. “Use me. Use me to get off.” His voice is hoarse and desperate, your sounds driving him to the brink. “I like it.” His eyes are hazy, slowly pushing his tongue forward to kitten lick your clit, waiting for your next move. “Fuck it, fine,” you groan, pushing his head to you again, his mouth buzzing your mound in delight. Looking down into his eyes you roll your hips against his face, his eyes rolling back to whites, arms assisting each drag of your slit. “You’re right Woo- you got yourself into this mess and you made it my problem. I should get to have some fun from your dumbass mistake.” Slowly trailing a hand up your shirt to play with your nipple you fuck his face with abandon, losing yourself in the loud pops and gasps of your lovers ministrations. Your thighs tense once more so hard you fear you could pop his head clean off but you’re too far gone, walls clenching and pulsing as you cum. Wooyoung whimpers, threatening to topple backwards onto the bed as his abs seize up, cumming untouched in his already ruined boxers. Cupping the back of his neck you roll him back onto the bed, a drunken smile plastered on his ruined face, tongue circling his lips to clear himself of the remnants.

You unceremoniously strip him of his boxers, bunching them and wiping his thighs clean of his fluids. A moment of gentleness. As the gummies had advertised, he’s still impossibly hard and ready to go. Thick and veiny and nearly throbbing purple and red, you see what he meant by thinking it might just burst.

“I’m going to fuck you now Woo, okay? Where are your condoms?” You break your character, backing away from his bed. “NO,” Wooyoung sits bolt upright. “I need to feel you. I need to. Please I can’t. I’ll go insane being that close. I really will. I need to - I need you to let me - please let me-” “Jung Woo Young, do you really think-” “I’m clean, I know you’re clean after that asshole cheated you went to the clinic and I know i wasn’t supposed to but i overheard you and I know I see you take pills every day and I can go buy plan b when this is all over-” he babble just like he was when you found him, lower lip quivering. “I’ll be so good and if you if we-if it takes I’ll be the best dad if you wanna or I can wait in the waiting room and I’ll cook your favorite meal-”

Closing your eyes you sigh, putting the role back on. You push him, both hands to his shoulders, back onto the bed. Crawling over top of him he continues prattling on and on so far into the future it’s nearly nonsense. “Woo-” you speak lowly, looking up through your eyebrows at him. He doesn’t notice. So you slap him. Not enough to turn his head but enough to shock him back to earth.with wide eyes and a moan. ”I’m going to fuck you now Wooyoung, you better watch carefully because it’s only happening once.”

Hovering just close enough to slot him snugly in your entrance you steady yourself with one hand on his side and slide down onto him. Wooyoung pupils dilate with each disappearing inch, veins in his neck bulging as he focuses on where you meet, afraid he might miss even a millisecond. He feels velvety and warm and fills you nicely, stretching your walls from tip to base as you settle with him fully inside you.

“I’m gonna-” “Shut the fuck up Wooyoung.” You grind your hips on him. “Toys don’t talk.” His jaw drops, abs tensing. Two potent drives tear him apart. The need to cum and the need to please. Brows furrowed and eyes closed he tries his best to focus on anything but how good he feels. The second he dares sneak a peek he throbs against your walls, spilling into you. “Sorry.” He squeaks. You both pause, waiting. Worried it might be over just as it starts. Your hips continue swiveling on him in small circles. He doesn’t soften. “You still good Woo?” “Fucking Willy World’s Addictive Aphrodisiacs. Yeah. Very much.” “Can I just- I’m going to do what feels good for me because everything seems to do it for you.” “Oh, yeah. Of course.”

You drag your hips back and forth, one hand holding his thigh, the other on his stomach. Chasing your high you close your eyes and tilt your head back, letting out a deep throaty moan. Sweating and trembling you tug at the hem of your shirt uselessly. Two hands trail up your thighs to help it off of you. “Woo, you feel really good.” You whine, taking his hand and placing it on your thigh, holding it there.

Wooyoung could die then and he wouldn’t care. The softness of your skin, the way your breasts bounce as you rut against him, the pout of your lips in a soft “O” shape, and best of all his cum dripping slowly out around him mixed with you. He can feel another climax on the horizon. Almost painfully cramping his muscles as your cunt milks him for another load. Seeing white it’s all worth it for your choked moan. His fingernails dig into your thighs as his hips thrust up and push him even deeper into you, head of his cock just kissing your cervix as he coats your walls once more with a painful grunt. Deep relief washes over his whole body, like a weight lifts off and his soul floats halfway between life and death. Rest. Finally rest.

“That’s it, my good boy. My Wooyoung. My good little horny bastard. Still there? Still with me?” Your eyes are equally as unfocused as his now. Exhausted but still slowly working down your aftershocks. In the pleasant haze you feel him drop out of you as he softens. Trying to shuffle off him to clean up he flips you onto your side wordlessly and pulls you to him. “It’s over?” “Mhmm,” he buries his nose in your wilted bun. “Your sheets-” “Later.” “Wooyoung.” You flip yourself onto your stomach to look at him, scowling as a glob of cum drips from your used cunt. “I love you. Sheets later. Cuddles now.” His palm rubs between your shoulder blades as you snuggle into his side. “Next time I’ll save some for you.” Because of course there would be a next time.

Okay so yes i let this one get away from be but I’ve been wanting to write some good ol’ fuck or die sort of scifi bullshit for a while.

[serialkilluh1996]

✆𝐌𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐇𝐋𝐄𝐑✆

Older-Crush-König x Younger-female-reader pt. 2

König confesses something, albeit a result of his inebriated state of mind.

Maybe he doesn't hate you as much as he thinks.

Warnings: reader has specifically the personality i wrote, use of ☆☆☆ in place of reader's name, age gap (14 years), König is kinda an ass, slight angst, alcohol, fluff, contact me if I need to add more.

Proshippers, Comshippers DNI

² 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒��𝐈𝐎𝐍

It definitely wasn't the most comfortable date. You and König, side by side at the bar of some honky tonk restaurant where forty year old men resided for beer and rock songs.

It wasn't the location that bothered you. Well lit, great music, and wonderful service. What bothered you was König, elbows leaned against the counter as he peered into the abyss, and Avery, scrolling through his phone as Hörangi ordered some light alcohol.

No one was even talking. It was awkward, overwhelming, uncomfortable. You already regretted asking him. You silently scolded yourself for this. It's not like you were expecting some grand behavior. He was just a grumpy old man anyway. Even alone, he didn't do much. But he never treated his other friends like this. Tsk, bold of you to even assume he considered you a friend.

He probably only took you out of pity, if that. There's always the chance that he took you to stop you from begging. Like giving a crying bratty child some ice cream to shut the fuck up.

It made you frown at the thought. That you were so annoying, he'd only brought you out to keep you quiet. With little ease, you gander his gaze, seeing he hadn't moved an inch.

"..you're quiet." You mumble out. "You should be too." He scolds, making you frown. He looks over to see the firey look in your eyes, all bright and energetic, yet so negative. It was fascinating. Gorgeous. He turned away, grunting at the sight that made him blush. "The point of a date is to talk." You explain to him.

"This isn't a date, ☆☆☆. I'm not even dressed for a date. I'm dressed to fight." He returns with a scoff, pointing out how almost everyone else in the bar stared him and your friends down due to their heavy uniforms. You fold your arms, subtly leaning against him.

"For Christ's sake, give me some space." He fusses, and you huff, pulling away. You were sick of this. Sick of the disrespect. You hopped down from your tall chair, storming out of the restaurant with your dress shoes clicking.

"☆☆☆, wait!" Avery calls out, König placing a hand on his chest. "Let her leave. Please, just let her leave." He begged, the desperation and exhaustion in his voice clearer than his English.

"What's with you, man? Why do you tease her so much?" Avery tilts his head. "I'm not teasing anyone, damn it. She's just so fucking annoying sometimes." He clasps his hands together, sighing heavily.

"I've already told her so many times. She doesn't need me. She needs someone her own age." "She loves you." Avery adds. "She's too young to know what love is. Love isn't just that feeling of your body heating and tingling every time you see someone." He corrects Avery. Truth be told, he had a certain heated tingle when he saw you, but he always deemed it to be the mere sight of you causing him physical turmoil.

"You need to loosen up, König. Get a drink." Hörangi leans past Avery, a stupid smile on his face. "No..." König fanned him away. "Drink. Drink. Drink." Avery and Hörangi chanted. "What the hell are you two doing?" "Drink. Drink. Drink. Drink." They clap their hands with repetition.

"You're insane." He turns away. "Drink. Drink. Drink. Drink. Drink." He's shocked to find the bartender chanting with them. "Don't feed into their antics," he frowns, "I won't." He covers his forehead, already stressed about you. Drink. Drink. Drink. Drink. God, when will it stop?

"Fine!" He rolls his eyes as the bartender hands him a bottle. König pops it open, earning a cheer from Hörangi and Avery. He takes a big swallow, slamming the bottle down. The shit was strong, hot, like liquid fire.

"Nuh uh! You gotta finish the whooole bootttleee" Hörangi teases, already drunk by this point. "Hörangi..." he groans. "Come on, it'll get everything off your mind." König huffs at his words, swallowing the rest of the bottle. The idea of getting stress out of his system was quite tempting.

He wished it had ended there, but no, he naively let it go much further, now guzzling down his third bottle. He'd drank so much they practically forced the three to leave, Avery being a sort of babysitter for König and Hörangi to ensure they made it home safely.

He really was the big brother type, but not just for you. For anyone who needed it. König continues to sip as he sits in the passenger seat of Avery's grey hummer.

The more he sips, the worse he feels about letting you walk out of the bar, alone, at night. You were annoying, but the streets were dangerous, and his peace wasn't worth your life.

"Averehh...." he burps, his name coming out slurred."Yeah?" "Dont take...me home. Take me to ☆☆☆." He looks out the window, eyeing down the woman that passed alone. God, now he was really worried. "But–" "That is an order." "....yes, sir." Avery whips his truck around the street. "...s-s-slow down, man." Horangi grips the back of König's seat, clearly carsick and dizzy.

"You guys really drank too much." "Nah, he's just being a pansy. We'll be fine.." König fans his hand dismissively, Hörangi smacking his head on the back of the seat as Avery slams on breaks in front of your house.

"Learn to drive, why don't you? You'll give the man a concussion. Give em some bread, a cold coke, and get him to bed. I don't wanna hear him bitching about a hangover tomorrow." König orders as he opens the door.

He cautiously stands, trying not to lose his balance with his massive weight. He was well over 200 pounds and that would've caused the ground to quake had he let himself go.

"h....have a good night then.." Avery scratches his head.

You storm to the door in irritation, aggravated by the loud unnecessary banging on the other side. Who the hell could be knocking? You snatch the door open to see König, still in uniform, looking like the damn tactical grim reaper.

"...the hell do you want?" You ask him. "It's starting to rain." He answers. You raise an eyebrow at him stating the obvious.

"Okay??" "You shouldn't have run off." He forces his way in, closing the door behind him. "It's dangerous out here and you could've died, or worse." He dusts his arms. "So?" Your attitude was driving him over the edge. He couldn't stand that look on your face when you tried to act all tough. He could see how genuinely upset you were by what happened earlier. Those humped brows, those tightened lips.

How you were just barely able to hide the frustration and sadness. It was too much for him. He felt hot, antsy.

It made him feel warm. Jittery. Like an electric wave was running through him. "...Liebling, baby." He whispers. "...tell me why you're so upset." You turn away, but he snatches your chin. He could feel the alcohol settle in his system. He wasn't himself at the moment. He could barely even tell where was, but he knew he was with you, and strangely, he liked that. A lot. He liked the pajama set too. It was your favorite color, all silky with lace trims.

"...you look...comfy...its cute." He gushed, confusing you. Why was he acting like this? To tease you? You winced. Why was he doing this? To hurt you more? "Don't be so sad," König looked down at your tiny figure. Regardless of your own size, you were still so much smaller than him.

Like a midget. Most people, even his subordinates, were midgets compared to him, but you looked absolutely adorable.

"What do you want?" You ask him, his vision blurry and overlapping. Your voice is small, tired, echoing through his brain. It is pretty late, no earlier than 11 by now. Your scent was strong, the alcohol heightening his sense of smell. "...I want to make you feel better." He grabs your shoulder. You smelled sooo good to him. Your shoulder felt nice in his palm. The sensations were overwhelming.

You look in his eyes. Your gaze is tense, calculated, alert, vigilant. Searching for a sign that he was going to hurt your feelings again. His gaze was heavy, focused, elevated, soft. Searching for a sign that you wanted him. "Just tell me the truth." You press.

"... I'm not completely without a heart. I...have feelings.... heavy feelings... und...I feel them most when I'm with you. I've been through a lot. I've been in more life threatening situations than I can count, und yet, I remain unbothered. Not.. phased by the trials of my job or...or my morality. It made life easy to bare, tasks easier to complete, because I never worried about right or wrong or safety risks. I couldn't. I didn't have it in me. I was no more than a...a machine.

"...The truth is, ☆☆☆,... I'm ashamed." He walks straight past you, plopping down on the couch. Your face contorts with confusion, walking over to him.

But you, you make me feel alive. You make me feel heavy things I didn't require, und it stresses me. You're just some girl. You think you're grown because you're legal, but the legal system cannot define the inside of your head. Deep down, you're just a little girl." You breath heavily at his words, not sure if you should respond yet.

"You're immature, ☆☆☆. You're bratty, emotional, und you lack self control. Storming out of the bar was a stupid and childish move that could've put you somewhere you really don't wanna be, und I would've never forgiven myself if someone had...had harmed you. I dont think you understand that." He leans back, spreading his legs. The room is getting much warmer.

"You think I don't love you because I won't date you. But I do love you. Und I'm worried about you, and everytime you don't get your way, you do something reckless and put yourself in danger. My heart can't handle all these scares. I can barely handle knowing that I want you..."

You didn't have a response. There was really nothing to say. "Why did you come here..." you eye him down.

"...I thought it was to check on you, but... I think it's because I miss you, und....I wanted to talk to you..." He leans forward, grabbing your legs. He instantly yanks you down onto his lap. "What I'm trying to say is,....it's my mistake that you feel this way. I'm older, I should've known better. I shouldn't have waited so long to confess." He holds you close. Minutes pass without a word.

This was... nice. Not what you expected, but it was comfortable. His strong heavy breathing felt like a content cat's purr. You felt your eyes getting heavy, your nerves relaxing, the smell of whiskey. The perfect combination needed to rest, proven by König's snoring and your silent drift into unconsciousness.

'Maybe he'll elaborate further tomorrow' was your last coherent thought before dozing off.

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[directionernullneun]

Part 1 - The Surprise

I wrote something again and I felt like putting it out for you. :) English is not my first language, so I'm sorry for mistakes. This is technically a part one because I have a lot more written for these two, so if someone wants me to continue pleaser say so. :) It does get steamy after this. ;)

Warnings: Nothing, just major fluff

Pairing: Reader x Idol!Jungkook

Summary: You're busy working, when a special someone - aka you boyfriend - makes a surprise appearance.

Cursiv - Italien; Bold - Korean

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„Have you seen it? Jungkook and her being all over Town?”

“Yeah. I was really surprised, they were being out in the open like that.”

“Same. But they looked, like they had fun. Really carefree.”

“They looked in love.”

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It’s Wednesday and you are stressed. The Café you are working in is packed with people, some already eating the cute baked goods your boss still bakes all by herself in her little kitchen. Others waiting to get their orders placed at the table, and some (a lot) still standing in line to grab their wishes To Go.

“Here you go. Have a nice day”, you say, as you push another Cappuccino in a papercup over the counter. The next Customer is already lined up and you throw him a quick smile before tacking his order and turning around to prepare it. Putting the Cup under the Machine you hear rustling on the other side of the counter but choose to ignore it. Your Co-Workers can keep all these people in check, while you’ve got your hands full with serving. But when you turn around and put the coffee on the counter, you know exactly why there was a sudden shift in mood.

“Hi. Missed me?”

Your eyes start to water, your mouth hangs open the second you spot him across from you. He should not be here, not in your café and most definitely not in your country or even on your continent. 

“What the hell...”, you mutter. You can’t move, even though he already started chuckling softly because of you reaction. “What are you doing here?”, you ask as a single tear rolls down your face. Your hands are shaking, and you feel like you just stepped in a movie.

“Surprise. Hug me?”, he says, still smiling, while biting his damn lip ring. He knows exactly what that is doing to you, but you can’t stop yourself from smiling. He really is here! Pushing yourself around the counter you make your way over to your boyfriend and fling your arms around his hips. His smell engulfs you and the tears are flowing freely, as he hugs you tight to him. He gives you a kiss to the head, before inhaling deeply. “God, really missed you.”

“Missed you too. A lot”, you say, between sniffles. As you slowly unwrap yourself from him you realize that he REALLY should not be here. Hugging you. In Public. You start looking around, seeing the faces of people who enjoy the heartwarming display of two lovers reuniting. But you also see the faces of a young group of friends, with knowing looks. “Jungkook, i don’t think this was wise. They’ll recognize you”, you say, grabbing his hand and dragging him behind the counter and into the – thankfully – empty breakroom. Closing the door, you turn around and take him in for the first time.

His hair is wild on his head, his black shirt hugging his torso just the way you like it, and the black cargo pants and biker boots make him look so delicious. He smirks at your gaze wandering up and down, walking over to you and putting his hands on your hips. “Give me a kiss, before you scold me for turning up unannounced?”, he pleads. You chuckle, because how could you say no to that? 

Putting your hand behind his neck and into his hair, you pull him down until you feel his lips on yours. God, you’ve been waiting six whole weeks for this feeling. He kisses you, like he is feeling the same, soft but passionate. His hands circle around your waist, one grazing your ass, the other one between your shoulders. Minutes tick by until you must come up for air, looking into his eyes. You smile. That boy holds every piece of your heart.

“Your shift over in 20 minutes, will you do me the favor of leaving on time and spending the night with me?”, he asks, and you laugh. “Course I will. But you stay here until I’m done, Army is gonna have a field day with this, anyway”, you speak, before giving his hand a squeeze and returning to your job.

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Falling in love with Jungkook wasn’t something you ever planned on when you met him nearly 4 years ago. You had just started your semester abroad in Germany, interning for an Event-Company, when you were scheduled to work a BTS-Concert. While being more than excited to see them live, the day had been extremely stressful for you. Running errands all day long had given you a major headache. Never in your wildest dreams did you imagine Jungkook of all people to hand you some medicine, after you had been talking to one of their staff about it. With broken English and Hands and Feet had he started the conversation between you two – a conversation that ended in him giving you a mail-address. It took you 3 whole days to come up with something to say and it took 20 minutes for him to reply. 5 months later you got on your first flight to Seoul and came back in a secret relationship with one of the biggest K-Pop-Idols on the planet.

You’ve been wary about giving your heart to him, knowing that he could never fully commit to you, with his job. But you loved seeing him do what he does, and you were in way too deep to stop it. Even his bandmates called it the second they saw you for the first time. You didn’t understand a word of Korean at the time, but you sure as hell could feel the looks, they were giving you. 

Talking to his company a year into your relationship had been scary, but the Press blackmailing you over your boyfriend had been the worst. In the end, there was no other choice then telling the world, that Jungkook of BTS was in love with an Italian student. The Aftermath of that Notification had been crazy. Your private social media accounts getting swamped with follower-requests you never answered, your friends getting texts about you, fans turning up at your university and workplace. Two years later you are used to the looks, the whispers that sometimes follow you, after you brought out an order. But in the end, you were lucky: Armys mostly accepted you and let you live your life in peace, and you kept under the radar, never turning up at official events outside his concerts, not having public accounts and rarely getting pictured together with Jungkook. Him turning up in the middle of a shift would let the internet go crazy.

“Had to give them something to talk about”, he said after you opened the door to your little flat in center of Verona. You rolled your eyes at him and pushed his shoulders. His eyes lit up at that, grinning and attacking you with a full body hug that send you flying on the couch. Laughing, you wiggled your way closer to him, hiding in his big body. 

“I can’t believe you’re here. Or that you actually stay”, you sighed and closed your eyes. You two weren’t supposed to see each other for another two weeks, when you were flying out to Seoul again. But apparently his schedule for the week had to be canceled because of staff being ill and he had taken the next flight out.

“I had to take the chance”, he said, while smiling down at you and hugging you even closer. When you fell asleep it was to the sound of your boyfriend breathing softly into your hair, your hands under his shirt and your heart full. You were going to have the best week together.

[personwhowrites]

Could I ask for a super young soldier on the 141 team that lied about their age when they first joined the military and it gets found out by the 141 men 😋???

Hi! I’m so sorry it took me so long to respond to your request. I took a break for a week I was feeling unwell. I’m hopefully back now! Thank you so much for your patience. I did change it slightly to fit the reality of military laws. (Where I live) -E <3

Little lair

You stare at the registration paper in your hands. One section that made you stop in your tracks, a deadly stop that would make you reconsider your decision.

In big black bold words was displayed “Age”. The law on how old you need to be to join, it seem stupid to you. How only a certain people can join since their age is well to join.

“Bullshit..” You mumble looking at the paper. “I’m seventeen I can join well enough! I don’t have to be in my damn twenties to join.”

You set the paper back down on your table. Then sigh in annoyance as your roommate comes into the room.

“What has you all burned out?” They ask grabbing a glass cup from the cabinet. “Oh you finally realized you can’t join them?”

“Shut up..I can join them! If it wasn’t for that dumb law passed down a couple years ago.” You say crossing your arms, then look over at them. “Any possibility you know…”

“Oh no no no.” They say quickly setting the glass cup on the counter. “I am not making you a fake identification! You know how that went last time!”

“But.. I really want this!” You say standing up from your chair. “Please! I live for the military! I can follow my mother footste—“

“Leave your mom out of this! God bless her.” They responded quickly shaking their head. “Y/n, it’s dangerous.. you can get jailed if you turn in a fake identification..”

“Okay then let me play off as you!” You say grabbing their hand. “Please you’re able to apply! I can pass off as you.”

“Hell no! I don’t want that y/n just figure out something yourself.” They say shaking their head angrily. “Stop looking at me like that!”

“..Please! I’ll be out of your hair! Hell I’ll be away” you say holding their hand tightly. “Please, Ill do any—“

“Fine!” They yell moving their hand away. “You can pass as a twenty four person.”

“Thank you thank you!” You say happily hugging them. “Thank you!”

“Come on..let’s get you my information..” they sigh and looks at you. “..your such an idiot.”

“A soon to be in the military idiot!” You say with excitement.

—

“..So..” A man says looking a you. “You want to be a sniper?”

You nod your his words and seat still. Then close your eyes, your heart is racing. Could this even work? Don’t they have to do a background check? A million questions rushed in your mind. What if you couldn’t get in? What if..

“I’m afraid we can’t let you be a sniper.” The man says setting your paper down. “You don’t seem to.. appropriate for it.”

“Excuse me sir?” You say opening your eyes. “What.. I..”

“We can let you try other fields as you.. train under us.” He says setting his right hand on the paper. “Just for a while, your skills seem useful.”

You remain silent as you process your dream being crush. You can’t be sniper.. not like your mother. You stand up from your chair and someone else burst into the room. You and the man that was settling you in turn over to two men.

“Kyle! John!” The man in front of you yells making you sit back down. “I said no interruptions!”

“Sorry Captain, but Kyle stole my fucking food!” John yells shaking his head. “He has done this for the past week!”

“I did not! Pr—” Kyle says stopping mid sentence seeing you. “What’s a kid doing here?”

“Kid?” John says now looking at you. “The hell, Price why is there a kid here?”

“They’re twenty four.” Price says shaking his head. “Jesus.. you all are idiots.”

“I’ll excuse myself.” You say quickly getting up from the chair again. “I will.. think about what you said sir.”

Kyle shuts the door and John looks over at you. Then Price eyes tell you to sit down, which you do. The environment started to get tense as Kyle sat next to you and John lean against the desk. Price cough and grabbed your paper again.

“Soap? You think that they are really twenty?” Kyle says looking at you. “They don’t seem like it.”

Soap? You thought looking at the man leaning on the desk. Must be a code name, a name that seems foolish to your ears. Soap began to speak, it sounded like mumbling to you as someone else enters the room. Your whole body shivered as Price called the man over.

“Ghost, good you came to join us.” Price says as Ghost stands behind you. “Do they seem like they’re twenty four?”

Ghost looks at your back for a memory then walks over to Price. Getting a better view of you, he stands there crossing his arms. Your whole body went into panic as eyes met.

“..No.” Ghost repainted in a husky tired voice. “Not at all.”

“Listen, kid..we get that you want to join the army.” Soap says crossing his arms. “But lying about your age is bad.. especially in a situation like this.”

Your whole body freezes with their words. Price hands the paper back to you and smiles.

“Come back in a few years kid.” Price says looking at your shocked body. “Maybe then you can be a sniper.”

You give a nod and get up from your chair. You bump into Kyle and apologize. Then leave the room, closing the door behind you.

“She got guts..” Soap says looking at Price. “Think they will be back?”

“I’m sure they will be..they’re a little lier..” Price says with a small smirk forming on his lips. “Check other records, and make sure to keep her name on the watch out list.”

—

You sit once more in front of Price. Years passed, he can’t even recognize you until he reads your name. His eyes glisten seeing your name, then he looks up at you.

“If it isn’t.. the little lier of age..” Price says with a dry laugh. “You sure that you’re twenty two?”

“Positive..” You say with a small laugh. “Need an identification?”

“No no.. I think this time you’re telling the truth kid.” Price says looking at your application. “Look at that.. you change your mind on being a sniper.”

“Mhm..medical field interested me.” You say crossing your arms. “Or what.. I’m I not qualified for it?”

“Oh your more than qualified little lier.” He says with a smile. “I actually need one on my team..”

“Offer already?” You say with a laugh. “I don’t think you’re qualified for someone like me.”

Price smiles and stares at you. Your eyes meet, this time.. you’re not as scared like before. You’re more brave, strong and smarter. He expands his hand to you.

“Welcome to task force 141.” Price says with a smile. “Little lier.”

[continuous-spec]

ME Fic: Glad to be back

Snippet from Ch 3 of The Messages in Between, an anthology series of Shepard and Garrus' messages to each other throughout the events of the Reaper War.

Several loud chimes pulled Garrus from his work. Garrus huffed and pushed himself up from the main battery console. 

An urgent message from Shepard glared at him on his omni-tool. 

Garrus clamped his mandibles tight to his jaw. Tension pulled down on his carapace. Garrus flicked open his omni-tool and waited in dread as the screen loaded. 

[Shepard - October 15th, 2186]: The asari can kiss my ass 

Garrus let out a loud laugh at the bold red letters marked urgent.

 It was amazing to have her reply and send messages again, even if it was just to vent. Garrus waited to respond as several more messages rapidly fired into view. 

[Shepard - October 15th, 2186]: God damn it

[Shepard - October 15th, 2186]: So fucking annoyed right now 

[Shepard - October 15th, 2186]:  Just got done in the war room, change of plans, we're heading to Sur’Kesh for a possible summit. Guess who's not coming? 

[Vakarian - October 15th, 2186]: I could take a guess, but I think you spoiled me already. 

[Shepard - October 15th, 2186]: The asari think they can wait this out. 

[Shepard - October 15th, 2186]:  A thousand-year lifespan, not a bit of wisdom. 

[Shepard - October 15th, 2186]: I'm 32 yet somehow I’m the one who has to coordinate the turian, salarian, AND krogran to play nice in some boardroom!

[Vakarian - October 15th, 2186]: Is 28 too young to help then? 

[Shepard - October 15th, 2186]: Christ, I forgot I was robbing from the cradle. 

[Shepard - October 15th, 2186]: Stop bragging 

[Shepard - October 15th, 2186]: Actually I’m 30, the coma years don’t count. 

[Vakarian - October 15th, 2186]: Sure they don’t 

[Shepard - October 15th, 2186]: :human annoyed emoji: 

[Vakarian - October 15th, 2186]: Let me know if you need help at the summit. I’m sure I could take Wrex. 

[Shepard - October 15th, 2186]: I doubt having two turians in the room will be helpful, even with Wrex, no offense. Old friendships aren’t gonna get us far. 

[Vakarian - October 15th, 2186]: Just headbutt him, it worked on Grunt. 

[Shepard - October 15th, 2186]: Maybe I should bring Jack while she’s on board? That might spice things up. 

[Vakarian - October 15th, 2186]: I don’t know, Shepard, it seems like you tamed her.

[Shepard - October 15th, 2186]: Well, come to the observation room then and see for yourself. I just got here and she’s doing shots with her students. 

Read the rest on Ao3 :)

[hooked-on-elvis]

I-AM-LITERALLY-IN-TEARS

IF YOU HAVEN'T READ OR HEARD A THING ABOUT LISA'S BOOK YET, DON'T READ THIS POST IF YOU'RE NOT UP FOR SOME SPOILERS. ALSO, SENSITIVE CONTENT (MINOR AB***). DO NOT READ WATCH THE VIDEO OR READ THIS IF YOU'RE NOT MENTALLY HEALTHY ENOUGH TO. TAKE CARE. ♥

Hey, I am hearing and reading some things from Lisa's book. I don't have the full picture, but I'm so bothered at the things I'm listening from people who read the book that I need to put it out. Those are just MY THOUGHTS. I'm not saying Priscilla felt this or that, I'm trying to understand the whole situation. I thought about if I should publish this or not, but I just had to put it out... this is killing me. We all feel so protective of Elvis and Lisa... Hearing about something like this happening is just a nightmare.

Now, somebody tell me, for the sake of God, how can someone know something like that is happening to their child and do nothing? Tell the guy to apologize? Seriously?! Priscilla was in a power position now. She could have thrown that fucking bastard in jail in a blink of an eye. WHY NOT TO DO IT THEN?

My God! If Elvis was alive back then and even imagined something like this was happening to his baby girl he would probably kill every damn person in the way until he got to Edwards - and that would be not only threat anymore, E would've killed him barehanded. LORD! I'm so sorry, so sorry for dear Lisa not having her dad there to protect her.

I'm trying to figure out what was in Priscilla's mind. Okay, Lisa was not an easy individual like most kids/teenagers aren't. I know I wasn't! But let a "step-dad" spank your child? Let him throw a tantrum at your young girl like he had any right to? Let him yell at her? I mean, this is firstly and foremost about what a fucking monster that Edwards guy is! That guy is disgusting, a fucking sicko! "That's how they do in Europe"???!!! Oh my God, I don't even have the words to put out how I feel right now.

Really, let's not talk about Elvis as if he was a savior tho. He should've taken better care of himself because he had a daughter to take care but let's not forget he was an addict (and also was physically ill, not only mentally). He was lost and needed help, but never found the kind of help he needed. He can't be blamed for dying because at the same time his mind probably would never imagine someone would have the guts to approach his child that sick disturbed way. I thought about the kind of thinking Elvis must've had when he near death... and he probably felt Lisa was safe with her mom.

But Priscilla? She was in a good state of mind, good enough to be a mom and protect her child, at least. Okay, a single mom, a young and beautiful woman who was thinking about her career and "recovering" from the "lost youth" being just someone's girlfriend/wife... but then, completely make your child feel like she wasn't wanted? Tell you teenager girl "who do you think you are?" Because those are the words Lisa used. I mean. MAN! If Elvis ever done a mistake is his life was bringing Priscilla from Germany. Lisa is no mistake - as a strong woman she made herself to be, a woman I highly admire, a loving mom, a bold artist - but she was just broken since an early age. And it's not exclusively because Elvis died, it's also because of the divorce before that and the tabloids harassment.

Priscilla always looked proud while saying how she was the strict parent and Elvis was the permissive one... Look at what the cold treatment she gave Lisa did to her! Had this young girl seen more love and tenderness, she maybe wouldn't have to endure such a hard life.

Now, there's many, many, many layers to this discussion.

Was Priscilla also traumatized with her childhood? Did she felt impotent as a parent, and with no one to turn to because every step she took could end up in the tabloids? (It did anyway) How can we begin to try to understand her cold and distant attitude towards her first child? Did she had some kind of postpartum depression that made her resent her daughter? I don't know. Maybe Priscilla severely needed help. Listening to little somethings from Lisa's memoir book I kinda have the same feeling I did when I read Priscilla's memoir. That she was bitter about Elvis, that she didn't forgave him for not being a good husband, that she was resentful of him, very very hurt... and somehow she threw that on Lisa, partially. Lisa says Priscilla treated her second child much better than her. That says something, doesn't it?

Like I said the other day, I can understand Priscilla in some levels... I'm a woman too, I can try to wear her shoes. But that thing about Michael Edwards just crushed me. Still I'm trying to understand.

Priscilla seems to have been frustrated with the life she figured she would have being Elvis' wife and having Elvis' kid, and when things turned out not as easy and dreamy as expected (and I don't blame her for picturing a life with the King as a fairy tale... anyone would imagine a life with the most handsome and famous rock star on earth and having his child would be so perfect!), when she saw things were not that dreamy Priscilla felt so frustrated that she just decided to let her heart go completely cold, you know?

It makes sense in my mind. Think about it... She just divorces Elvis and goes dating another guy without even caring for how he would look - concerning the damage that would make to his public image specially - and then letting horrible things happen to his (their) daughter as if "you're troubled, you shouldn't even have been born... just leave me alone" kind of vibes.

Again, those are just MY THOUGHTS. I'm not saying Priscilla felt this or that.

To be fair, we're talking about a Priscilla from over 40 years ago, not Priscilla today. People make mistakes because they're not in a good state of mind and then they get better and change. People are not just one thing or another, we are not just black or white... we come in shades of grey. Many different shades. Lisa also says in her book that she was able to find common ground with her mom later in their lives, that at some point she was able to connect with her better, specially after Lisa had her children, Priscilla's grandchildren. Apparently Priscilla was/is a great grandmother so we can imagine Lisa forgave her.

One thing is certain... We can't speak for other people, but it's strange the kind of decisions Priscilla made. Oh my... this book is causing a big damage to Priscilla's public image alright. If Elvis fans didn't like her, now much lesser.

Discussion is open, let's just try to be gentle and reasonable.