#iits very like. gripping

[simptasia]

do i have any right to call buffy a cringe show when im currently browsing old heroes sylar/peter fanfiction?

yeah

[lizzaneia-elizalde]

hey iit's me again! (can i be your 🌼 anon?)

Thoughts on yan!CEO with caretaker reader who is looking after his sick father (home service i dunno what's it called) and she does some little chores here and there casually. Yan!CEO is so used to seeing her around his mansion that it starts to feel natural along with his father pressuring him to get married because the father thinks he's nearing his end. So when the father really dies tragically (bcoz ✨taruma✨) he only sees reader as his salvation and he convinced that she'd look after him even though she didn't do anything significant with lot of effort.

Yandere! Hospital Chairperson x Caretaker! Reader

OOH MY FIRST ANON! Hi :3

Btw, forgive me, the CEO thing will be changed into something other than, well, CEO. My yandere! CEO is already taken! But, with the help of my friend, we got to a little discussion, and decided on a Hospital Chairperson. Why? You'll see hehe

Yandere! Hospital Chairperson name: Xavier

It's always Xavier.

"Xavier, can you write up the last patient's records?"

"Xavier, please do the time of death."

"Xavier, fetch the files for me please."

It's like he's being worked around like a horse around the hospital.

He has to run up and down the building, right to left on this huge private hospital. Sure, he was a newbie, a fresh graduate from medschool, but did these people had to work him to the bone?

It was almost abusive, the lot of them.

"Father, it's so hard..."

He would usually complain to his father who was the hospital chairperson.

His father laughed lightheartedly before giving a few loving pats on the head. Xavier gripped the handkerchief in his hand.

"it's because they rely on you, Xavier. You're very strong and independent, yet kind and understanding. You are very dependable."

Xavier wanted to protest, that he knew his father was the one to order for him to be ordered around like that, but he pursed his lips.

Xavier Signet. The heir to the hospital conglomerate that is his father. Ever since his mother died, his father did his best to raise him to be a well mannered man despite being absent most of the time due to his job. His father made sure to teach him good manners, to have great academics, and to not be spoiled and always appreciate hard work.

Hard work was something not unfamiliar with the Signets, they were new money after all. From a humble clinic to something as well renowned as the Signet group of Medical Facilities. They were medical practitioners to a tee, and valued other people's lives more than their own.

Xavier gritted his teeth as he held down the fountain of profanities and complaints as his father waved goodbye to him.

Nevermind the handkerchief in his hands, spots of blood in it, a sign on Xavier overworking himself too much.

What his father didn't know is that Xavier is not the angel he thinks he is. His superiority complex that borders on God complex made him boil inside with defiance and insults as he took every single work his higher ups throw at him.

He wanted them dead. So much.

But he can't.

Yet.

Fast forward five years later, and his father lied on the bed, sick and weak.

Xavier bit his tongue while holding his father's cold, wrinkly hand. It was so rough and dry. Obvious from the years of hardwork and patients he had to go through.

"Dad..." Xavier whispered. "You know you can't move already, so please. Let me hire a caretaker for you."

His father coughed, love brimming his eyes for his son.

Xavier matured into a well endowed person. One who was steadfast and an amazing leader, but also a great listener. He's the perfect man for the chairperson seat.

"Alright. You can hire one, son." Ever the fool for his offspring, he nodded.

Xavier hired you, a seemingly gentle and sweet soul, someone who knew how to take care of an elderly.

At first, Xavier was only curt with you. Professional, at most.

He was so busy with his work that most of the time, his relationship with you slips his mind.

It made him open up to you sometimes, while he drank his scotch.

"ah... Those bastards. Really? They want to siphon more money from our patients? Are they out of their mind? Isn't it enough that they stomp on the new residents, but also the patients."

You furrowed your eyebrows, listening to Xavier's whiles.

These were one of the days were you noticed that he drops his nice and angelic facade and into this arrogant, yet empathetic guy.

"Tch. They're not even fucking geniuses. All they do is pocket money, invest, and splurge. They don't give a damn to patients. Like who the fuck do they think they are?!" Xavier rambled more, the scotch making him blurt out his real thoughts onto you.

Sympathetic, you finished folding the clothes of his father and gently walked up to him, and then patted his head with a rub.

Xavier gasped, suddenly feeling that everything was at a standstill, slowly looked up to your peaceful face that was highlighted from the lights of the living room.

Oh god.

"Sir Xavier, those bastards are really something. They're public servants, they should be nice and caring. But all they knew is money." Your sweet voice infiltrated his ears, making his arrogant and superior walls crumble in just a snap.

He was so starved of affection.

Then, your hands caressed his shoulder and rubbed them, making his tense form go away.

Oh god.

And as he grabbed your form and cried into your arms, he knew that things will never be the same.

Xavier rubbed his temples as he listened to the whines of his constituents. Apparently, they wanted to invest in commercial businesses also, but it was a failing start up company with the asking money of 200,000 dollars in exchange of only 10% of the company.

They're seriously fucking him over if they think he'll agree to this obvious scam.

It's been two years since you got in their life.

In his life.

And everyday, he looks forward to coming home into your arms and crashing his low energy body in your embrace.

It was weird, really. At first, he was so stand-offish, but now he was treating you like you were his wife.

That, and also his father continued to pester him to get a wife, since he wanted Xavier to have children before he passes away.

And when he ranted to you about that, you laughed heartily and rubbed his head once more, making him lean into your touch.

"I look like your spouse if you think about it!"

And those words permeated into him, and latched itself into his bones.

Yeah, maybe.

He glared into one of his subordinates and they trembled.

"S-sir, I swear, it's a good investment!" The subordinate said, but their hands are shaking and sweaty.

"No. Get out."

They hastily bowed and ran outside.

Due to your encouragement, he learnt to not hide his true nature and not just grit and bare the shit thrown at him.

"You're the chairperson! And you're just going to let them walk over you?"

You were right. He was at the highest position. So why would he?

So now, he's the one making life a living hell for them. Exacting revenge like a bloodless villain. Even attacking their personal lives.

He worked hard for this position. Too hard. Now it's their time to work hard to maintain theirs.

Then, all of a sudden, his phone rang. He looked at it, and his eyes softened. It was you. With heart emojis in his contacts.

"Hello y/n, how's father?"

But then your panicked voice made him drop everything and drive as fast as possible to your side.

And he saw you crying at the foot of his father's bed, tears streaming down your lovely face as you wept.

His hands trembled.

This time, he's the one to comfort you as he whispered reassuring words.

He looked up at his father's corpse, silently wishing him goodbye as tears also starting to leak from his eyes.

Now he had no one but you.

He held you closer, a numb feeling erupting from his chest as he felt your tears wet his shirt.

Painful sobs of the both of you permeated from this seemingly quiet and cold room, finding one another for comfort from the loss of a dear father figure.

Xavier had to take a break from work.

He felt so numb, leading the wake and the funeral of his father.

As much as he hated him due to his extreme ways of teaching him manners and discipline, he was still his only family left.

His ears rung whenever his father's "friends" sent condolences in a professional, yet fake way.

Time was a concept, and now, he was looking down at his father's grave.

His father didn't want a mosoleum, just a simple grave besides his wife's, Xavier's mother who died in childbirth.

And you were beside him, gripping his hand.

When did the line blur from employer to employee?

Who knows?

But both of you needed each other.

He needed you.

You were the only one left on his side, genuinely.

And he'll be damned to let you go, his only anchor to prevent himself from going apeshit and letting blood spill.

He gulped a cry.

"Y/N, darling, where are you?"

You stilled, hearing his weary voice come from outside of your room. You gripped your clothes and hastily placed all of them in your bag and sliding it under your bed.

"Oh here, Xavier!" Your voice, strained yet giving the outmost genuine tone you could muster. Yet a slight shake can be heard.

"Thank god, I thought you left me. Haha." He opened the door and saw you, sitting on the bed with a wry smile.

He approached you and wrapped his arms around your waist, cuddling close. You bit your cheek.

"Xavier... Um, is it possible for me to go outside to shop?" You asked, rubbing his hair. Wanting a semblance of freedom and a chance to escape.

Xavier's head shot up and he shook his head desperately his grip on you tightening.

"no no no! Silly, definitely not. If you go outside, you'll catch some sickness out there that will probably kill you. And we don't want that, do we? We want you living healthy and long." Xavier desperately reasoned, clinging to you. You bit your lip and nodded slowly.

Ever since his father died seven months ago, he refused to let you go. He was crying, begging for you to stay, for you to take care of him. He even went and upped your salary just for you to stay with him.

But what use is your money if you're essentially locked inside his house?

He refused to let you go at all, scared that you'll get sick and die.

And then he would be truly all alone.

He doesn't want that at all.

He still wants to marry you, to make a family with you. To be with you, his only pillar left.

"I get it, Xavier. I'll stay put." A lump appeared on your throat as you saw his genuine smile of relief.

You were so torn with guilt and desperation for freedom.

You wanted out,

Yet also wanted to stay put and take care of the man.

So, what will you choose?

Spread your wings, while potentially setting off the ticking time bomb that is Xavier, or stay, and accept that being confined in this mansion with no one but Xavier as your only... Friend.

But one thing's for sure.

No matter what you choose,

You'll always end up in his arms.

It's an illusion of choice,

He's always the end game.

[hirocimacruiser]

How about a mini car with a midship and a gull wing door

Autozam AZ-1

by Mitsuhiro Kunisawa Komiya

IIt's a different dimension sport!

A cute AZ-1 popped out onto the street. What kind of car is the AZ-1, which has been boiled down since the motor show three years ago? This time, I immediately checked it on a public road test drive. This is the AZ-1!

Controllable cornering power

The AZ-1, which made its debut at the Tokyo Motor Show three years ago and received tremendous support along with the cherry blossom cappuccino of the same year, was finally announced as the AZ550). One year late for cappuccino!

Let's leave the explanations for later and take a test ride! I want you to think that the stage is the winding road of Hakone. The first check item is, after all, handling. First of all, instead of saying hello, I jumped into the corner with full throttle!

Then, how about it! When you release the accelerator with "Bang!" I was surprised, and at the same time, I was a little happy, saying, "Oh, I didn't escape from midship!"

After all, the comfort of a mid-engined car is that "when you turn the steering wheel, the direction of the car changes immediately." However, it is easy to exceed the sensitivity limit by doing so, so the response is usually dulled. Some cars, like the Beat, are running away from the start.

Let me explain a little more about the handling of the AZ-1. First of all, it is cornering within the limit, but it is straightforward from approach to exit. Lateral G occurs immediately when the steering wheel is turned. smoothly after.

The engine adopted for the mid is a water-cooled 3-cylinder DOHC turbo with an intercooler that squeezes out 64 horsepower.

There is enough space for a dedicated bag at the front. Well, it can fit tools and rags.

Sufficient in power. I need a little more torque for climbing, but if it's a 660cc, it might be something like this...

If you operate the steering wheel and turn on the power, you can throw in and fast out like a textbook. What if we speed it up? Understeer appears as you gradually increase the speed of entering the corner. However, this is a characteristic common to all midship cars.

Of course there is understeer, but that is not the limit yet. A well-set midship is the highlight of the Ude from here. Then, what should I do?

Use motion to increase cornering speed.

For example, when entering a corner, leave the brake slightly and shift the load to the front wheels while turning the steering wheel. By doing so, the grip of the front wheel is improved, and the underside is eliminated. At the same time, the rear is flowing, so the car changes direction.

So, if you apply a moderate amount of power to the rear that has started to flow, it will start to slide, so you can adjust the amount of flow with the accelerator control from here. If you use this according to the size of the corner, it will be a higher level corner.

The dimensions that a ring can be made. For beats, the progress of corners

The rear does not flow when entering. before that

Sloppy front wheel slipping out

It will flow to the top side. The reason why Beat escaped from handling is that midship setting is very difficult. Since the mid-engined car distributes more weight to the rear wheels than to the front wheels, if you overdo it in the corners, the rear wheels will eventually drift and you will lose control.

Even the NSX and Ferrari 348 become difficult to control when pushed to the limit. Honda knows this, so they made it impossible for the car to turn at a low level.

AZ-1 is good when you go there. At the entrance of the corner, if you turn the steering wheel with a “Hishitsu!”, the tail will flow easily. Moreover, the range of control is very wide.

The counter is a piece of cake. The NSX and Ferrari 348 do not accept the control when the tail drifts only a little. It can be said that the control range of AZ 1 is close to FR.

I can do it, but that level

I'm afraid without it. After all, while cornering on a downhill or something like that, when I hit the brakes with a feeling like, “Ah! If it's someone who can hit the counter, it's fine, but if it's an older brother who's practicing, I think it's a bit dangerous.

Moreover, as the speed increases, the suspension becomes softer. I have no worries up to 60km/h, which is the speed limit on mountain passes in Japan, but if you want to go beyond that, it might be better to go a little harder. Also, the roll is large. If the K car rolls to this extent, there is a possibility that it will fall over.

Well, if you enjoy gymkhana and circuit driving, you need to attach shocks that are commensurate with the hardness. Recently, it's been popular to do time attacks on kart circuits, but if you try to do something like the style of riding a hotch-running curb on a normal suspension, it's better to think that you'll fail first.

what about the engine? Magazines often say, "3-cylinder twin-cam turbo similar to cappuccino," but to be precise, it's a mistake. The 3-cylinder installed in the Cappuccino is vertically mounted and has undergone a large modification for FR. The AZ-1 is mid-shipped in the same state as the FF Alto Works,

It's a different engine than a cappuccino!

Well, the handling of the AZ-1 is really good, but sometimes it's not. If you have a certain amount of arm, you can freely hit the counter and run around.

The ring is also different from cappuccino.

The Cappuccino engine vibrates a lot below 2000 rpm, but the AZ-1 doesn't vibrate until near idling. In terms of engine characteristics, the AZ-1 has a higher rotation. Cappuccino emphasizes the low and medium speed range.

In any case, it seems that the power is sufficient, and if the tachometer needle is between 3000 and 7000 rpm, you can fully enjoy the thick torque unique to the turbo. Without limiter, surely 1

It will go around 80km/h. So how do I rate this car? As those of you who know me know, I have a beat and a cappuccino. Therefore, when it comes to comparison with the AZ-1, I think we are the most detailed in the world.

First of all, personally, I passed! It's narrow. Surprisingly, the beat has a lot of front-to-rear length, and even 183cm is fine. The cappuccino has both tilt and telescope.

The AZ-1 has a narrow front-to-rear length, which makes the legs cramped. In addition, if the handle is fixed, you can't help it. I'm sure there will be complaints after 175cm.

I don't think gull wing doors are more valuable than open bodies to me. The Benz 300SL may be a dream for the Yujiro Ishihara generation, who admired it, but it would be better if the roof could be taken off.

As such, the AZ-1 is unlikely to be a third collection, unfortunately. By the way, regarding the order status, unlike Beat and Cappuccino, which had to wait half a year before their debut, it has started as usual.

The tail can come out, but it feels like it's coming out slowly.

I really want to wear aluminum too. This price is ¥28,000(for one)

I would love to have the audio as well This is a woofer. Price 176,500 yen

★Manufacturer option, 4W-ABS (80,000 yen) ★Shop option LSD (79,000 yen)

COMPARISON BOX TRANSLATION

Where is the difference with rivals

This means that three 2-seater light sports cars have been released. Let's take a look at the difference between these three. First is the price. AZ-1 is 1.498 million yen, Beat is ¥1,388,000, and a cappuccino ¥1,458,000. AZ-1 is audio, no aluminum. The beat is aluminum-free. All cappuccinos are standard. If the AZ-1 were equipped with the same equipment as the Cappuccino, it would cost about 200,000 yen more. Simply considering the price, cappuccino comes out on top in terms of cost value.

However, the added value cannot be overlooked. The beat is fully open. Cappuccino is T bar, Targa open. AZ-1 is a gull wing door. Considering that opening is natural, AZ-1's gull wing door might be good. Quietness is also good for Danchi. Passengers can speak in a normal voice even on the highway. Beats can't even talk to Roku.

Full test in next issue

schedule. AZ-1 is cappuccino,

Hit the beat or catch up.

Please look forward to the next issue. (Editorial department)

[ohmeadows]

i see u like kpop, who r ur ults and biases?

praying this does not end up outside of my circles kpop stans scare me sometimes

i'm relatively new to kpop all things considered and still getting a grip on what i like. also i'm very loose with biases but:

newjeans, no real bias in here. i think ditto and omg won me over completely and i love everything they put out (my gf is no doubt going to get tired of me humming super shy soon)

aespa, ningning. (aespa was a slow start for me but damn i love their concept and black mamba had me by my throat all winter.)

twice, dahyun, momo, nayeon and jeongyeon. (another slow starter for me it took me months but then i got moonlight sunrise stuck in my head and now i can't stop. the misamo subunit has me a little unhinged i won't lie)

mamamoo, bias changes a lot but hwasa as of late. i love all of them and their energies. one of the few groups i will watch variety for.

red velvet, seulgi. joy and irene are strong contenders though. i wish they had more combacks! i got into them via the irene and seulgi subunit and now i am obsessed with zimzalabim.

g-idle, yuqi and soyeon. (soojin in my heart forever.)

shinee, taemin and key. their solo releases? holy hell. the recent comeback? amazing. key's low part in hard lives rent-free in my head.

contrary to what this list looks like i also go very hard for smaller acts and indie acts, but here's a condensed selection:

bibi. my darling my lovely my queen i hope she takes a long vacation sometime because she's been working so hard. i love her artistry and vision and determination.

dpr live and dpr ian. IITE COOL was The Summer Release to end all other summer releases. anything they touch turns to gold.

billlie. tsuki!!!!! i love tsuki so damn much. their vibe, immaculate. the effort they put in choreo and performing is so above and beyond.

bloo. bad boy bloo is everything to me. when i smoke had me seeing stars. drama and downtown baby have inspired my writing so much.

devita. underappreciated!!! ride for me was amazing. btbt is also an amazing track for her to feature on.

i'm sure i forgot someone i have the memory of a very small bird

[hannahsmusings]

Renee

*I got back to my apartment and checked in on my friends who were in the guest rooms, seeing they were in different phases of sleep and lounging, telling the awake ones that I’d have breakfast brought in soon before heading back to my own room, seeing Lindsey was still asleep and letting her doze, heading into my ensuite bathroom, about to hop into the shower before my phone buzzes, grabbing it out of my pocket, a smile spreading across my face as I see Jen’s name, quickly and clumsily opening the message, my hands shaking and wanting to blame the adrenaline from my run but I knew that wasn’t why* Yeah, sorry I didn’t get a chance to properly introduce myself! Sucks we didn’t get to chat more… Would you wanna have dinner or something with me sometime this week? You seemed interesting & I’d love to talk to you more :)’ *I let out a quiet anxious sound as I press send and then immediately push the phone away from me, never feeling so awkward and shy about asking someone out, it usually being so casual and cool but with Jen, I felt like a little schoolgirl, so shy and intimidated which were two very new feelings for me* Get. A. Grip. Renee. *I speak to myself in the mirror, trying to give myself a pep talk, sighing and stripping off my leggings and sports bra before hopping into the shower, my brain going a mile a minute with all the ways Jen could reject me, or how the ways I could be misconstruing everything, hoping that I wasn’t coming on too strong and scaring her away, not wanting Lindsey to accuse me of being too forward with her timid friend*

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*my head was spinning, after I sent the message, putting my phone on silent I didn’t want to know when you responded just yet, hands trembling as I attempt to make m cup of tea but my thoughts were racing, overwhelmed by the fact you’d gone out of your way to ask Lindsey for my number, wondering what all of that meant, heart pounding as I try to not get away* *focuses on the task of brewing tea as I take some deep breaths, not allowing myself to check my phone until I was finished, taking a sip and humming as the familiar taste calms me a little before I reach for my phone and seeing I had a response from you already, stomach clenching with anxiety as I open it up and scan iit quickly, in complete disbelief as my heart jumps as you ask me to dinner, that being a date right? You were asking me out? I re-read the message over and over, biting my lip to hide back my wide smile as my heart flutters in my chest, this seeming too good to be true, you were being upfront with your intentions and that was terrifying* *overanalyses how to reply, the niggling doubt in the back of my mind about why you were asking me out, feeling I’d make a food of myself but trying not to let that take over as I respond* ‘Dinner? I’d love to, I want to talk to you more as well’ *sends back, letting out a little shy squeal as I send it, so overwhelmed and feeling so jittery*

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hey I'm asking this because I've been so conflicted with everything as of now. I just completed 10th and my mom wants me to do IIT, I've not really got a strong opinion on what to do myself but I think I wanna to IIT as well. my question is which one would you suggest techno schools or normal schools and seperate coaching - normal schools meaning like dav, bhavans n stuff. my dad got me an admission in dav and is thinking of seperate coaching for IIT, but my mom suggests directly coaching cause it would lessen the burden. so we've been thinking of fitjee, I got like an offer from akash, an they even offered a way lesser price but we didn't really give a proper answer. I'm so conflicted as of now because what if a dont make it even If my parents spent so much money on me. I'm currently staying in Hyderabad and we are thinking of going to fitjee and like check out out. I'm seriously starving for any advice, sorry for bothering you but may I ask for your opinion?

would you suggest fitjee for 11th and 12th?

hi! the conflict is very understandable (and also relatable honestly, I went through the same thing)

since you have decided to do IIT, the choice of techno schools vs normal schools with coaching depends on you and how much pressure you can deal with, because these two years will be a continuous effort to work for JEE.

Personally, my school had a tie-up with a coaching institute where they would send their teachers to our school and we had half-day school and from like 1:00 to 4:00 or 4:30 we'd have coaching at school itself, so basically I had normal school and coaching. and the rest of the time was spent doing assignments and practice problems

it worked out for me but in the end, I ditched engineering and went for architecture instead since it appealed more to me (the math and physics does help a lot because we have some of that rn but I'm getting off-topic lol)

also, i have studied in kota for a while, so I will say that if you can deal with it a direct coaching might work out for you. but remember, just because you're just going for the coaching, doesn't mean that it's gonna be less effort. It'll be quite vigorous since you'll have to keep up with the pace and sit for the intense sessions for hours.

i asked a friend of mine about their experience in telangana and I'll just copy-paste what all they told me!

I did Olympiad school. Similar to techno school with more no. Of exams and all, then went to college. It was good. Once you get used to their pace, you'll be fine.

For me techno/Olympiad school was helpful. Grip on jee syllabus from the start could be really helpful. But, it also depends on the individual. If you're a fast learner, then coming from a normal school is also not a problem at all..since they start teaching from the scratch.

It's not as techno school will lessen student burden, it will almost be all same..but it will be easier for you to understand and solve the problems is all.

Well, personally, I went to Narayana so I would suggest that. But every college is one and the same. They conduct weekly mock tests in the weekend. For both mains and advance.

We had boards related lectures. But they won't focus much on it. Every college mainly focuses on advanced training..then mains and last but not least EAMCET. So preparing for these is almost enough for IPE too. Usually IPE lectures will be conducted a month or one and half month(max. 2 months) before the exams.

There are some slow learners toh they might start early too

For boards just referring to the books provided by the college is more than enough. You just have to go through the college provided books and you'll get full on full marks. There won't be any numerical changes in any type of questions.

But you need to be thorough in theory to answer very short answers.

Other colleges I'm not sure. But in Narayana there are different levels of training. According to your termly performance you'll be segregated into the team/level you're fit into and they'll train you accordingly for mains, advance and EAMCET

so that was their answer!

now for which one to choose, you might have to do a bit more research into it, like the coaching's/school's study structure and how well it would fit how you study, because those need to be compatible or else you'll feel burnt out too soon. and don't worry about making it or not too much right now. for now and for the next two years, all you need to focus on is just studying and understanding. as long as you put in your 100% it'll end up fine in the end.

talk to some seniors who have attended the coaching and techno schools and ask about their experience and see what might fit best for you.

don't stress out too much okay? also feel free to send me a message if you need advice or need to rant or sth and I'll try me best :)

[haechanniesunflowers]

"I promise"

A Bang Chan scenario

A/N: mentions of pregnancy and labour, blood and childbirth, angst, fluff

After Stray Kids' contact expired with JYP, the boys went their separate ways but were still very close with one another. Minho became a choreographer, Felix, Hyunjin, Jeongin, and Seungmin signed with other companies for solo promotions. 3racha became full time producers under a different company, all 8 of them were doing very well.

Chan got married, the couple was living happily in an apartment. He set up a studio on one of the rooms so he could spend more time with her. Chan really did care about his wife but his 3racha signed a project with a sequel to a blockbuster movie and they were working on the songs for it.

"Chris I can't believe you forgot again!" y/n yelled at him. She was at her wit's end with him, she was eight months pregnant and wanted Chan to be a part of it for the final months, he promised he would take her to see her gynecologist two week ago but he was busy producing music and completely forgot. They rescheduled twice but he forgot both times. She called him several times, but he didn't hear it ringing. Now he came home, tired and upset that he completely forgot about his wife and unborn child, yet again.

"I'm not even going to say I'm sorry. I messed up big time and I'm embarrassed." he spoke.

"what do you want me to do about it?" she replied.

Chan didn't have the words to tell her how upset he was with himself. He let her down again and again and she had to go through the last months of her pregnancy alone.

"do you even know we’re having a child? I'm scared Christopher. Will you keep this up after the baby is born too? I can't have my child grow up longing for his father. I understand you love your work but if you love it to the extent you're forgetting about important things, why did you get me pregnant? Why did you want to bring a child in this world? For me to go through it alone? Will you even be there when I'm in labour?" y/n let her frustration out, with hot tears streaming down her face.

Chan came to hold her face but she backed away. He gave her space to cool down and opted to sleep on the couch.

For the next two weeks she she avoided him and did things in her own, she went to the gynecologist alone, and got food for herself from the store. Chan saw her entering the apartment with bags of food in her hand. It broke his heart that she was doing things for herself in the cold weather, and he wanted to make amends. He walked towards her and grabbed the bags from her hand, earning a warning glare from her.

"don't overburden yourself sweetheart" he said. She gave him the bags and went straight to their bedroom. He was right, she was overburdening herself but it was his fault. Coming out of the shower, she got into an oversized t shirt and pajama bottoms, and snuggled into the comforter. Chan stood at the threshold of the door, looking at her with soft eyes as she was facing away from him.

"can I lay beside you?" he began. Y/n missed him too much but he had to learn his lesson.

"no."

Chan felt helpless, he walked inside and knelt beside her side of the bed, facing her.

"I just want to say that I'm really sorry for being ignorant and making you go through these months alone but I promise you I will be there for you when you need me." he spoke and gently kissed her forehead, which she didn't back away from. Y/N closed her eyes, signalling Chan that she was about to sleep so he went out to sleep on the couch again.

At around 2 in the morning, y/n woke up to pain in her abdomen and lower back. It was intense and painful and she clutched the comforter. When it was over she was panting lightly. Her gynecologist told her about cramps near child birth. She got out of bed to drink a glass of cranberry juice. Looking around the house, there was no sign of her husband.

"where did he go?" she mumbled. Y/N went to check his studio and to her surprise he wasn't there either. She started to get annoyed and worried so she called Jisung to ask him if he knew.

"yeah noona he's in the company's studio with us, wait I'll pass him the phone." he answered and handed the phone to Chan, who didn't know how to explain himself.

"you're unbelievable" was all she said and hung up the phone. Chan gave the phone back to Jisung and excused himself saying y/n was asking him to come back home. The other two agreed to finish up with the lyrics.

Chan let himself in through the front door and saw y/n sitting on the couch, slightly bent forward and clutching the cushion. She looked towards him and her expression changed to an annoyed one. Getting up, she walked towards the bedroom but was stopped by Chan, who pulled her by her arm.

"what is your problem?" he inquired.

"nothing, let go of my arm."

"no, what are you trying to prove. You have been ignoring me for two weeks now, you don't even let me near you and you're doing things you're not allowed to do. Then when I'm not around, you suddenly have a problem and want me back, for what? When you're perfectly fine on your own and not speaking to me, what do you want me to do? Sit around all day? Doing what you want me to do? And be okay with with your attitude?" Chan blurted out in anger. Y/N pulled her arm out of his grip.

"I didn't call you back, I only asked Jisung where you were. And you're saying it like I made this child on my own against your will so I shouldn't expect anything for you. If that's how you felt then you should've told me from the start, I wouldn't have depended on you even in the slightest." she said and walked away, lying in bed and crying. Chan understood how hard it was for her but he had a huge thing going on and had to give time to that too. He put his headphones on and lied on the couch.

Y/n yelped in pain as she propped herself on one arm, the other one clutching her baby bump. The pain was excruciating and she couldn't even let out a scream. It was too much that tears welled up in her eyes. She looked around for her phone but she left it in the kitchen. Then she saw the time, it was 8:40 in the morning and Chan probably left for work. Squirming out of bed, she used the walls for support to walk out of the room and saw Chan sleeping on the couch with his headphones on.

"Ch-Chris" she breathed, he didn't seem to hear her since he didn't move.

"oh my God" she whined, clutching her abdomen, "Chris!" she cried. His eyes shot open and he looked to where she stood, bent forward.

"y/n? What's wrong?" he asked and hurriedly walked towards her, and saw her tear stained face, evidently in pain. He wasted no time and took her to the hospital.

The nurse told them she was going into labour and got everything ready. It was happening so fast, Chan stood there, watching his wife trying to push their child out, into the world. He was in awe of her. The scenario gave him goosebumps as we witnessed the moment. His whole world came crashing down, however, when the doctor revealed that y/n was losing blood and the baby wasn't coming out so they had to perform an emergency C-section. He was told to leave the operation theatre and wait outside.

So he stood outside and waited for any kind of news. In that mom he regretted how he treated y/n, for not spending more time with her, for letting her go through the pregnancy with him seldom by her side, for the argument he started the previous night. He was worried for her, he realized how important she was to him and he needed her. In a state of helplessness, he prayed for her wellbeing, for her to stay with him.

20 minutes later, the longest 20 minutes of his life, the nurse came out, holding a baby, wrapped in a small blanket.

"congratulations it's a healthy baby boy" she spoke and put the baby in his arms.

It felt unreal and surreal. He watched the baby, his baby, squirm in his arms, nuzzling towards his warm chest. His heart felt like iit would explode.

"how is my wife?" he immediately asked.

"she's unconscious from the anesthesia, we're shifting her to the ward, you can see her then." she answered and left.

Chan felt light headed. He didn't expect to become a father in the morning, when he went to sleep the previous night.

He went inside the room y/n was in, she laid there, little sedated but conscious. She looked towards Chan and smiled warmly. He walked to her and handed her their son for skin to skin. They looked at him with so much love in their eyes.

"our son, y/n" he spoke in a hushed voice, to not scare the child nuzzling himself into his mother's skin.

"I love him so much" y/n admitted.

"I'm so sorry. I don't have the words to express how sorry I am. You mean everything to me and I was wrong to not pay attention to you when you needed me. I won't let that happen again. I am going to protect you and our son, I promise." Chan stated.

"forget about that Chris, you promised me you would be there when I needed you and you were. I don't know what I would have done if you weren't home. I know you will keep your promise. I love you."

"I love you too."

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You Are Beautiful (1)

Summary: Sirius Black was entranced since the moment he saw you. He had to have you but you are convinced his feelings are fleeting, and will only hurt you. People inside and outside of your relationship meddle in the makings of something that could be beautiful... or disastrous. Will love and confidence win? Or will doubt and uncertainty tear you both down?

Young Sirius Black x Pus SizedFemReader

Warning: one inappropriate joke lol, fluff I suppose and nothing else really. All the real stuff comes later :0

Authors note: I mostly write my xreader fics as neutral but as this is a request, I wrote this as fem. But if anyone would like a male version or neutral version let me know and I will copy this but obviously change readers gender (and it's no burden to me I'd love to make more readers feel included and represented). Also reader is plus sized and she is confident and strong throughout the fic -because plus sized characters aren't represented like that in film/books alot (but if looking for amazing and empowering plus sized female characters Nina Zenik from Six of Crows owns my entire heart and changed how I saw myself personally and I would recommend that book for anyone really)- but as any human she has her insecurities because beauty standards are unattainable and have a way excluding so many people and making us feel less than beautiful. As a plus sized/overweight person myself, I understand how we have to fight to feel beautiful and fight this internalized bias we have when we look in the mirror. But WE ARE BEAUTIFUL. WE ARE WORTHY OF MAGAZINGE COVERS AND COMPLIMENTS AND ABOVE ALL SELF LOVE!! The self insert character in this has fought for her confidence, but it will shake and stumble throughout the series and Sirius and friends are there for her to help her realize for herself how beautiful she truly is, once again. So I hope I didn't stray too far from the request :) Enjoy....

Word Count: 1.8

Authors Note: About halfway through I decided to make it a series oops-

****Blabbering Idiot****

Sirius Black is a man of many, many words. In fact, I'm sure if he was writing this he could quickly turn it into one of the most entertaining novels ever written. He'd describe the laughter of his friends for a whole page. Tell a hilarious joke on the next. Then he'd describe the wind blowing through the open halls and courtyard and the spring sun. He could write about a great many things in great detail. (But he wouldn't because he doesn't quite enjoy writing as much as he does anything else, but that's above the point.)

As I said, Sirius Black is a man of many words. So it was such a curious thing when he first saw you. It was an astounding thing really, because for the first time he found something that rendered him completely speechless.

The sun was peeking through the open corridor and pooled onto you, caressing your skin and hair in an ethereal glow. Highlighting curves that brought both sinful and sweet thoughts running through him. It was as if the universe was telling him, look at what we've created, look at this beautiful creature. But he could hardly believe that this world could create something so lovely and kind. You threw your head back in laughter at something your friend said and suddenly the world is back to normal and all he can hear is your laughter and the sound of his friends curiosity at what could have possibly kept him from the conversation about muggle rock compared to Wizard bands. In fact, James was so passionate about it half the hall turned to listen to his rendition of The Chain by Fleetwood Mac.

But he didn't care, he took a feeble step towards you and suddenly felt so nervous his hands began to sweat. He stuttered and coughed up his words just for a simple "hello" in your direction only for the wind blowing through the halls to carry it away. And his friends laughed at him as he watched you walk too far from where he wanted you. Because, oh did he want you.

Sirus POV:

"I'm telling you, I won't be able to sleep tonight unless I know who she is," Sirius says for not the first time that evening. James started to laugh.

"Why? Because you'll be too busy thinking of her?" James said, laughing as he made a very suggestive hand motion. Peter cackled and Remus rolled his eyes, trying to find the cleaner side of his humor but instead he couldn't help but snort. Sirius pushed James's shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm sure Lily would love to know how familiar with that feeling you are," Sirius says and James stopped laughing immediately, his eyes narrowed.

"Please, you wouldn't dare. And I will deny all accusations, you'll be made out to be a liar. Then the mystery girl will never love you. Is that what you want, Pads?" James joked with a single arch of his brow. Sirius just rolled his eyes. He was only half paying attention, he has been scouring the hallways since he first saw that girl. He wanted to speak to her again, or maybe just stare for a bit. If things went well, he'd be able to do both those things on a date. But he hasn't seen her since that morning and his heart felt oddly shallow. He wanted those butterflies he had when looking at her to come back and overwhelm him again.

"What'll it matter if I don't even know who she is? Or- or if I can't talk to her? No one falls in love with a blabbering idiot," Sirius says. Remus shrugs.

"Lily fell in love with James," he says, Peter laughed again.

"Yeah, regardless of what he does at night," Peter added and now both James and Sirius were rolling their eyes. James and Lily just recently stopped denying their feelings for one another and gave into the sexual tension and mutual pining. Their relationship was still fairly new but they act as if they've been together for years. Sirius supposed that in a way, they have been.

Sirius would watch them giggling, hand and hand in the hall. He'd see them cuddling in the common room, or coming back after dates with rosy cheeks and beaming smiles. Sirius would never admit it out loud, but his heart cried out when he saw them like that. He rarely ever felt lonely. He could have any girl or boy he wanted if he really tried, but for what? One fun night? Only for one more morning where he wakes up alone? He wanted more than that whenever he saw Lily and James, their happiness was palpable. Their love was suffocating.

Sirius always thought he'd find the one after Hogwarts, if at all. But when he saw her... well that changed everything. In a flash he saw himself with her, their hands intertwined and her head thrown back in laughter. Rosy cheeks and bruised lips. Warm beds and making love... being in love. He nearly felt silly after and yet, he knew that even if he did sleep tonight, it would be her he'd dream of.

"Ello' guys!" Lily said, bouncing up to James who kissed her cheek. They walked with their arms looped and Sirius glared at the easy sign of affection. He thought of his parents, how they would be stiff with one another except for in quiet moments, when he'd pass through a hall and glance into their room. He'd spot a quick kiss on the cheek, and soft squeeze of the hand. It were those odd moments for him, that struck him so strongly with a sharp bitterness. They don't deserve softness and love, he'd think, how can such cruel creatures even feel such things? But even then, he'd walk away seeing them as still awful creatures born from the depths of hell, but more human.

"That's her," Sirius whispered so quietly Remus almost didn't hear it. In fact, Sirius didn’t think Remus heard it at all, but it was rather his look of longing towards the Great Hall entrance that gave him away. Because standing right there, was you.

Your hair was a little wind blown, messy around your face, bits of iit shaped your round cheeks and soft eyes. Sirius eyed you up and down and cursed clothes and cursed shyness and cursed his own head for thinking he could even talk to you. But most of all, he cursed a group of boys who walked past you.

Sirius was a confident boy, he knew how to spot someone who held their head up just as high as he did, and you were very much one of those people. You were giggling as you stole a biscuit from a friend and popped it into your mouth, you covered your mouth as you laughed when they complained with a little smile of their own.

"It's just so yummy, and I haven't eaten since breakfast." He heard you say, your friend just shook his head and handed you a plate as you sat down next to him. But right before you could get comfortable a sneering group of boys stole a piece of food from your hand and said something rather rude.

Sirius didn't even realize he had been walking towards you, this girl he has never even spoken too, yet thought of so endearingly, until he was standing right before the boys and had the pack leaders wrist firmly in his grip.

"Drop it boy, c'mon, drop it," he teased. It was humiliating for the boy and he knew it by the laughing and sneering others directed towards the group of boys, but Sirius did not care. The boy dropped the biscuit and looked as if his tail was tucked into his legs. "Good boy," he said, ruffling his hair until it was a knotted mess, the boy winced at just how hard Sirius dug his knuckles into his scalp, Sirius relented with a satisfied smirk.

Sirius’s voice took on a much harsher tone, "Now scram." The boys were out of their seats and in new ones within seconds.

Sirius felt his mood shift completely once they left, because now all eyes were on him, yours included. He looked up at you rather shyly, his hair falling in strands over his forehead. He tucked it behind his ear and found some confidence in the way your eyes followed the movement and how you blushed. He gave you his best smile, hoping his charm wasn't as weak as his legs felt at that moment.

"Hello, I'm Sirius... Sirius Black." Then, like an idiot he put his hand out for you to shake, what charmer just shakes the ladies hand? He stopped belittling himself the moment you softly placed your hand in his.

"It's nice to meet you, Sirius, and thanks for helping me. I know how to handle those filthy 'dogs'" you said, smiling as you remembered the way he spoke to them, he chuckled. "But I suppose it's nice not always having to," you finished with a bright smile on your face. He felt his own cheeks heat up and he nodded but could not think of anything better to say.

"Name," he said, you raised your brows. He cleared his throat, "your name?"

"Oh, how rude of me," you said and then you laughed, that same laugh that caught his attention and has yet to let go. "I'm (y/n) (y/l/n)."

"Nice to meet you," he said, it was as if he couldn't feel the appalled stares of your friends because all he could see was the blush on your cheeks and your head thrown back in laughter. He swallowed thickly before making his way back to his friends. They all wore raised brows and smirks, and he knew they were about to bite into him.

"Treating them like dogs, really? A bit ironic don't you think," Lily said, James shrugged

"That's why it was so good," he said, high fiving Sirius.

"But it admittedly went downhill from there," Peter was sure to add, just like Sirius knew one of them would. Sirius just laughed, too elated to finally know who you were.

"Don't start," he said, but it was too late.

All in union they sputtered out the lame word that will plague Sirius' memory of that moment forever, "Name?"

They cackled at him and ruffled his hair all the way to their seats, but Sirius knew they were pleased for him. And Sirius didn't mind, he could feel the pretty eyes of a pretty girl following him across the room. If only someone told him how important she would become to him, maybe he would have looked back at her and never looked away.

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One Big Adventure - a Wilford Warfstache and Abe story (Non-Ship) (2,914 Words)

Thank you for the request @canceltheact! I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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PSA - THIS IS NOT A SHIP oke, let us begin...

Dazed images fog up the minds of two *very* hungover men as they stagger their way up to the apartment. Abe fumbles his way through the door and over strewn clothes. He continues on and manages to put together the kaleidoscope of scenery that is right in front of him. To his left, a saggy sofa sits and a cheap TV dangerously hangs off the stripping wallpaper by a thread. To his right, a grimy kitchen is on display which even the worst chef in the world wouldn't waste his time in. The other man, however, is blabbering away, slurring his words like a car on an icy motorway. "HA!, I tell *hick* you Abe, I'm so glad I remembered you, you see *hick*, I can't even remember where I put my-" Aaaand he's gone. His body moulds into the cushions that poorly support his droopy frame, and his scuffed platform boots dangle over the side. Abe smiles, slightly soberer than before. Who would have thought that this stock still of a man, whose only aesthetics were the colour beige and veterans, would somehow have a goofy, lighter side to him? All the criminals he's met and caught among the years...

Hold up, has he met anyone? He can't remember any experiences where he HAS met any, so why did he think that? Hm, must be the Tequila talking. Abe hopscotches over the empty Wine and Martini bottles that are decorated across the stained carpet. Damm, William has not been taking care of himself. Mind you, neither has he so he can't really say anything. He arrives into the walk-in kitchen and opens a dusty cupboard. His tired eyes only meet with shot and tumbler glasses.

How much does this Man drink!? Shuffling used plates and greasy cutlery out of the way, he fills a scotch glass with water. Dowsing the liquid felt like heaven. His exhausted physique felt like a body that's been stuck in the desert for a considerable amount of time and didn't know it needed water to survive. Oh, now he feels the headache coming on.

Reader, you know when water tastes funny? It's because your brain hasn't been receiving enough H20 because you've been drinking too many energy drinks. Yeah, that feeling is exactly what Abe is feeling right now. CONTINUING ON!

The scotch glass watches from the draining board whilst the Detective plays the quietest game of the floor is lava, whilst the moustached man is making much more noise. He manages to reach a corridor which he thinks leads towards the bedroom and tiptoes down the tight hall to find a vacant room. On the way, he passes another room. It was Barnum's. His mind was split in two, Does he go in? Or stay out? Through the crack in the door, the catastrophe has indeed spread into his sleeping quarters. A mountain of flamboyant disco clothes gathers dust in front of his Chester draws, the bed's not made and more liquor bottles are having a social gathering on top. Oh William, you may be a murderer, but you need to prioritise yourself. He takes a last look at his passed out flatmate down the hallway, before shutting the guest bedroom door. Grey. It's all he's met with. Much like his exterior. He slips his shoes off and starts to unbutton his off-white shirt. he runs a hand down his chest and over the scar. How the Hell did he survive that? He can't be bothered to go into it right now, he's too tired. He snuggles into bed and does the infamous cold bed dance.

You know the one.

Abe gets out of the tempting bed once more and walks back into the living room. He creeps over to William, the man's mouth catching flies. He carefully takes his enormous shoes off and places them on the floor. Barnum's mismatch socks disappear underneath the blanket. "Night William."

~ A gorgeous smell of Breakfast wanders its way through the apartment and Abe groggily wakes up. His eyes peel open and with a yawn, he trudges through to the living room. Remembering from earlier this morning, he needed to position himself for his dance routine around the non-existent floor. "What are you doing my main man?" Barnum brightly asks, a hearty chuckle accompanies the question. Resided in the pristine kitchen, his big, strong hand holds a Skillet and two China plates are centred on the pebble grey marble island. Abe, however, is currently squatting as though he was playing a game of leapfrog with some imaginary friends. The Detective goes to jump but then is taken back at the sight. The apartment is now spick and span, no more Wine Bottles, no more strewn clothes. The windows are tied wide open and it overlooks the sketchy neighbourhood that they reside in. "How did you do this?" "Do what?" "You know, clean up this quickly?" Barnum checks his watch. It's 7:30 am "Oh well you see, I ironed a nice pair of jeans and found a lovely dandelion coloured shirt. Accompanied by some rainbow braces I think I look quite dashing don't you think so?" "No William, I-I mean the Apartm-AAH!" Abe clings his hand over his head, damm this- "Headache is killing you?" William slides a glass of water over with an Aspirin pill. "And no, I didn't clean the apartment, she did." Wilford looks- wait, why are you looking at me!? "Anywho, we need to get going my slightly hungover companion! But first, breakfast!" Wilford sets a serving plate down of a full English Breakfast: Sausage, an Egg, two cooked Tomatoes, Bacon rashes, Baked Beans and a slice of Buttered Toast. Wow. He didn't know William could cook? The two men got stuck in right away and the TV is turned on. Two bright and very similar faces appear on the screen "Badgers the secret Killer?... And now for the weather, Jim?"

The camera pans to, what they believe, is Jim. Their face resembles a deer in headlights. "I swear, they don't know what they're doing. It's hilarious!" The Detective says with a mouthful of Toast. Barnum laughs, wipes his mouth with a napkin and takes a swig of his Orange juice. "Right! I mean, who is their boss anyway?!" The men eat and laugh their way through their plates talking about what topics they would cover if they were reporters. After a while, they both recline back into their bar stools and the cook starts to tidy up the dirty dishes. "Oh, no, let me do it. It's the least I can do." "You're alright my man, I've got this. Besides, you need to freshen up!" "But whe-'" "First door on your left"

They share a light chuckle. "Thanks Wilford, I really appreciated that," Abe says before going back down the hallway, whilst Wilford rolls his sleeves up and starts to clean the less-silver cutlery.

He smiles. That's the first time he's ever said that to him. "No problem Abe."

~

The passenger door slams shut on the Detective's Vintage SUV and Wiford pulls out a gigantic map from his pocket. This map includes hundreds of paths scrawled with crayons and a hint of Martini can be smelt.

"Are you sure, you know where you're going?" Abe questions. Judging by what that map reads, they are going to get lost very easily.

"Of course I know where I'm going! I am Wilford Motherloving Warftsache after all." A pang of guilt hits the Detective, he genuinely can't remember who he was.

"Ok, Wil, you can drive."

After playing at least 3 rounds of rock paper scissors, or when Wilford won, Abe hesitantly let the murderer drive. God knows where though.

Wilford excitedly thrust the keys into the ignition. He couldn't wait for what the day entailed!

"Careful Willford, you're gonna break the keys!" Abe says through gritted teeth.

"Oh pah-lease! I know how to drive" he retaliates. His brown boot floors the pedal and reverses straight into the iron fence.

"Yep, it's working."

The Detectives face, now pale, grips tighter onto his seatbelt and his feet are glued to the floor. "Wil, of course it's working. Now, step on the ga- nope, that's the brakes Wilford."

Pedestrians quiver in fear as they see a horribly driven brown vehicle screech to a stop and then start again. They have to clamp down on their ears as the monster of a car drives past them down the alleyway, swerving left and right much like the driver's speech the other night.

The SUV survives to the end of the road and dents a stop sign perched, well once, straight on the kerb.

"Will, which route are we taking?" Abe asks as he takes the map from the driver's hands.

"It's the one marked Highway of Life, it's gonna be a good one, trust you me."

"Well, this has got off to a surprising start so why not go for an adventure?" Abe says. He's given up at this point.

~

"LIFE IS A HIIIGHHWWAYY! I WWAAANNNA RRIIDDEE IIT ALLL NIIGGHTT LOOOOONNGG!" The two pop stars start belting out of the car as Wilford drives them to their last stop. Who would have thought that two polar opposites positions of the law would be in the same car together, let alone blasting Disney songs out of the car.

Wilford's hair whips away from his face as the SUV's top winds down.

"LIFE NEEDS A BIT OF MADNESS EH ABE?"

"HELL YEAH IT DOES"

The Afternoon sun blazes down onto their blacked-out sunglasses and the Golden Gate bridge paints a picture for the Detective that prescribes him with a carefree attitude.

Life was his to choose and he was here for it.

~

The SUV turns off the Highway onto Richmond Street. The Afternoon sun glowing dimmer.

Just in time.

Now reader, if you haven't read my WKM Tumblr Song series, then you won't understand this next section.

The SUV passes bountiful shrubberies and picket fences. Cherry Blossom dust drift its way into the car and Wilford starts to tear up.

"You ok Buddy?"

"Yeah, I'm ok." After all his years of interrogation, Abe knows that that answer was a lie. Yet, he didn't want to push it.

The car comes to a halt and is parked underneath a summer coated oak tree.

"Why'd we stop?"

"I want to show you something."

Abe opens the vintage door and steps out. In front of him, wildflowers and grass sway on the cliffs breeze and small pink flowers grow on its edge. Overhead, a sea glistens with sunlight rays and pink and amber hues dust the sky.

Man, this is enough to make a grown man cry.

The cars driver door can be heard shutting and a shadow walks up behind him. An intimate silence roots itself between the two men.

"You may be wondering why I brought you here."

Abe nods, still looking forward, yet intriguingly listening.

The man sighs, "I used to come here all the time as a young lad. We used to have picnics and dance until dawn. We were so free up here. Away from life, away from Duty, and she was away from Him, that was all that mattered. "

His voice breaks.

"But things change, people change and suddenly, I couldn't do that anymore.

That's why I want you to see it."

Wilford wanders over to their spot and picks up one of the pink flowers sprouting through the grass.

"You may have thought of us as the scum of the Earth Detective. But there are two sides to every story."

The Detective joins the Murderer and puts a hand on his shoulder.

Wilford chuckles. The last time he was here, he was completely and utterly alone. He was like- like a freshly born fawn still trying to find his legs into this world that didn't make sense.

But now...but now things are looking a little brighter.

"If there is anything I can do to make it up to you, just name it."

"You can't do anything really, it's just the way this messed up world works."

The two friends sit down in the grass, making fresh new imprints into the cliff edge, next to two fading ones.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure" "How many people have I killed?"

...

That question lingers in the air for an uncomfortably long time. All that can be heard are the lapping of the waves below them and the occasional swallow talking in the trees.

...

"I don- don't know Wilford," Abe breaks the silence, "I should know, but I-I don't.

...

Abe looks at Wilford, his broken and tear-stained eyes manage to glance back before returning to look out at the sunset.

Abe must do something here. But what? He said himself that nothing can be done so what can he do?

He reminisces on the day they were reunited. So much anger, so much confusion. But Wil was so cheerful, not a care in the world!

Now look at him.

And it was all his fault. If only he didn't get involved...

A second flashes by and Abe does something he should have done the second Will did it.

He hugs Him.

...

"I'm sorry Will."

...

Moments cling on for seems like forever and the embrace is broken. The two tear-stained friends look up.

The afternoon sun has now gone beneath the horizon and is replaced with the all too familiar twilight scenery, which glows softly for miles and miles, each star a lantern that has been entrusted with keeping something special.

"There was another reason why I wanted to bring you here."

Wilford wipes his eyes with his sleeve. "Do you see that star, the big one?"

"Yeah" "That's the Evening Star. That Star is the reason why I have hope. And now I want to share that hope with you. I know we got off the wrong foot but since we're in the same boat now, I think it's time I opened up about where I've actually been."

Abe swallows, this man is truly broken, and he can't do anything about it.

"Thank you for trusting me." "We're not done yet. It's your turn!" "What?" "Make a wish." Cautiously, the Detective slowly stands up from his permanent grassy imprint and walks towards the cliff's edge. The man looks around and sees only patches of shrubbery and wildflowers.

And his newfound friend encouraging him to proceed.

He clasps his hands together and wishes hard. His eyes scrunch together as he becomes a child once more as well. His once tight shoulders have finally become relaxed. After so many years of searching for answers, he doesn't need to worry any more.

A single tear is swept away from the Murderers face as he watches on from the patch of grass. He remembers that feeling and the dream he wished for all those years ago. Yet now, his wish is slowly changing.

Granted, he can't remember who he was but bully does he know what he wants to be. And being here for him, at this very moment, is a wonderful way to start it.

Abe's hands fall to his side and he stares out onto the ever stretching view. His feet are glued to the spot and his mind is only fixated on that one goal. Wilford slowly joins his side, already having a hunch on what he dearly wants.

"What did you wish for?" The Murderer asks.

The Detective huckles, "Now if I told you, it wouldn't come true, would it?"

"Very true my friend."

Little did the men know that their newly found wishes were the same.

"Don't you mean, Best Friend?"

CRACK

The heartwarming moment is abruptly stopped by the sky blasting wide open and millions of sounds exploding across the cliff. The light breeze has rapidly sped up into a storm and is propelling thick gusts upon the two.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL NOW!?" Wilford yells at the hole, completely unfazed.

"YOU KNOW WHAT THIS IS!?" Abe yells at his Friend.

"OF COURSE I DO, IT'S TIME FOR WORK."

"WORK!? SINCE WHEN DO YOU HAVE A JOB!?"

"WE ALL HAVE A JOB - WE'RE ACTORS! I'LL EXPLAIN EVERYTHING IF WE DON'T GET SPLIT UP."

"IF WE DONT GET SPLIT UP!? WHERE ARE WE GOING!?" "I HAVE NO IDEA! BUT THAT'S THE FUN OF IT! AFTER THREE, WE WALK IN."

"ARE YOU CRAZY WE'RE GONNA FALL!"

"TRUST ME, WE WON'T."

Wilford grabs Abe's hand and he stares at him. Abe stares back, fear-stricken. Finally, he nods.

"TOGETHER?" "TOGETHER."

"ONE"

"TWO"

"THREE!!!!" The two Actors charge straight over the cliff and into the blinding light.

~

Wilford finds himself in some kind of leather chair with neon lights surrounding him. A script in one and his prop gun in his other.

No pants on, no wonder he feels too comfortable.

He scans his scene and sees his co-actor, Kathryn, running her lines on the other side of the room.

A chair sits opposite him and behind that, a red T-30 minutes until showtime sign is displayed for him.

Abe, however, isn't needed on set yet. His adventure hasn't begun.

But both of their characters will have to cross at one point or another, it's just a matter of time. Yet for a fact, no one can edit their Friendship; Their Joint Wish.

Because, as they say, Life is a road that you're travelling on, when there's one day here, and the next day gone.

[taones]

tsukkiyama with maroon and mustard >.>

I have no idea if this meant separate or poly so uh, both?

Return To Event

Maroon - What was their first fantasy about you?

Tsukki: 

He has a thing for getting his dick sucked and his first fantasy was you kneeling between his legs. His hands were either threaded through your hair or gripping either side of your face and pulling your mouth up and down his length until tears started dripping down your face as well as drool from trying to fit him in your mouth.

Yams:

It was you in a very cute lingerie set. A pastel peach lace bra and skirt, perched on his bed with a cute little smile on your face. He went bright red and got immediately hard thinking about the way your thighs poked out from between the skirt and white thigh highs. He made sure to buy you a similar outfit when you got together.

Poly:

They were talking about it after taking you out for dinner one night. It was about how they would like to share you between them and take turns using your mouth and your pussy. How Tsukki would make you cry so cutely with his harsh words and Yamaguchi would coo soft praise in your ear at the same time.

Mustard - What title/nickname do they like you to use for them?

I can’t really do a poly version of this one lmao

Tsukki:

I think he wouldn’t be as keen on titles as some others I won’t lie, but if you wanted to I think Iit would be either Sir or anything degrading depending if he was subbing or not

Yams:

If you call him any kind of dominant nickname I think the man will explode asjhk, he doesn’t scream daddy to me and I think sir or master would freak him out. Maybe just stick to his name lmao. However, if he’s subbing then you can’t go wrong with the nicknames (his favourites are babyboy or bunny though)

[hyuckssunchip]

Ridin’ and Rollin’

Pairings: Taeyong x reader

Words: 1K

Warnings: Language (there is almost always language in my writings), drinking, very very slight smut/insinuation of sex

Short One Shot: Ew. This was kind of weird for me to write, I totally cringed throughout the whole thing, but enjoy I guess.

You and your best friend were spending a well-deserved day off in town. Walking downtown aimlessly you wanted something to do.

“How ’bout we hit up a club?” Y/bf/N suggested.

“I don’t know, those aren’t really my scene. You know that.” You tried to convince her, “How about we just go to a movie? That’s relaxing.”

“I don’t want relaxing though! Let’s go and party, meet some new people, maybe a potential boyfriend!” She wiggled her eyebrows at you.

“Y/bf/N, don’t even bring him up.”

“Why? It’s been a year, you need to get out there again or you’re going to become the residential cat lady.” She teased.

“And what’s wrong with that? I happen to like cats a whole lot, thank you very much.“ You retorted. “Really it's just a bunch of random drunk people humping each other. Do you really want that?”

“Well I’ll be just as drunk, so yes, I want that. Maybe I’ll even get some action tonight.” She playfully shoved you.

“Ewwww! Y/bf/N! I definitely didn’t want to hear that.”

“Hey it’s a great opportunity to get drunk off of free drinks, you’re pretty enough for iit.”

“Stop it.” You playfully smacked her, “flattery will get you nowhere. Besides, free drinks might have just convinced me. But don’t you dare ditch me again.”

“Alright! Let's get you dolled up!” she squealed, ignoring the last part.

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing now?”

Y/bf/N gave you a look, “Do you really want me to answer that?”

You shook your head and your best friend dragged you off.

“Score! Ladies get in free night!” Y/bf/N yelled shaking your shoulder a bit, “Let’s get wrecked!” She giggled, pulling you to the bar.

“Two shots of vodka please.” Y/bf/N shouted over the club music. 

“Are you sure you can handle that?” A snort came from your right, “How about you let me buy you a Sex on the Beach?”

You gave the attractive white haired man a once-over, “No thanks. I can handle myself, but you look like you need a nice virgin rum and coke.” You gave him a smart mouth answer with a bit of a scowl.

You hadn’t even had anything to drink yet and you were already acting up. Although you could safely say that it was misdirected animosity for his uncanny resemblance to your ex. 

The man snickered with a bit of a shrug, “Yeah, I guess I deserved that one. I’m Taeyong.” He admitted, shoving his hand in your face. You blatantly ignored him grabbing the shot the bartender slid to you, knocking it back before turning your back on him without a word.

You scanned the floor and found Y/bf/N already attached to someone, the two getting real friendly. Only 15 minutes in the club and she had already found someone. How does she do it?

“You wanna dance?” a voice interrupted your internal dialogue.

Taeyong.

“Look I don’t know what your deal is, but I don’t want to drink or dance with you.” You said coldly, trying to escape the conversation.

“Woah, woah, woah. Hey, sorry if I insulted you , I didn't think you’d take it so personal.” He said slightly offended. 

“Sorry, it’s not you, well… kind of. You just remind me of my ex.”

“Well that’s unfortunate isn’t it? Lucky for you, I’m nothing like your ex.”

“How would you know?” You shot back, getting more comfortable with him.

“Because I’d never be stupid enough to let go of you.” He smiled cheesily.

“Ooh-hoo! Wow you’re a smooth one aren’t you?” you laughed.

“Well, what can I say?”

“Does it work on all the girls you hit on in bars?”

“No, I only use them on the pretty ones.” he winked.

“Ew, no. That one was a little too cheesy.”

“Yeah. I saw that one coming,” he shrugged, “So you up for a drink now? I’ll buy whatever you want.”

You gave him a wry smile, “Yeah, I’ll have Sex on the Beach.”

He raised his eyebrows and let out a laugh, “I guess I hit a little too close to home the first time didn’t I?” You just shrugged and made your way to the bar.

After chatting it up with each other and a couple of drinks later, the two of you were drunk as hell.

“How ‘bout that dance?” He giggled at you, he was definitely a happy drunk.

“Yeah! Let me teach you my sick moves!” You yelled back laughing your head off. The two of you danced crazily with moves that no one even thought were possible to screw up so bad, but you guys had fun.

Soon enough you got tired out and was left hanging on to his body. Unfortunately you were so drunk that you started to feel him up. “Wow, someone’s a big boy, work out much?” you flirted as you ran your hands over his chest.

His head was thrown back and he was laughing his ass off. “Mmmm…” was the only reply.

Hearing this, you wanted to get a better reaction out of him, turning around and grinding on him with your arms still wrapped around his neck. You pulled his head down to the crevice of your neck when you heard the moan he couldn’t help but release.

His hands gripped your waist tighter pulling you closer to his body. You could feel his arousal in his pants straining against the tight restraint of his jeans. 

His moans were muffled in your neck as he left love bites on your sensitive skin, you couldn’t help but let the moan escape from your lips. “Taeyong.”

When he heard his name fall from your lips, he turned you around and looked at you, lust darkening his eyes. With that look you knew it was going to be a long night.

You no longer had to worry about Y/bf/N leaving you without a ride, because you were about to have the ride of your life.

© Copyright 2021. hyuckssunchip. All rights reserved.

[vore-rambles]

I don’t really like it in vore stories when the pred treats the prey like food - so I wrote a ficlet with a situation where I would like.

This contains soft/safe/clean vore. Don’t like don’t read. Written with Benrey and Gordon from hl//vr/ai. 

~~~

It'd be something he'd ask for. They wouldn't do foodplay very often, but this feels different somehow, even then.

Benrey would lift him to his face, remarking "oh sweet, a snacc." with a horrible wink that would nearly have Gordon laughing. Benrey would lick him, saying how tasty this particular treat is, then lick him again, pulling him into his mouth. He'd roll Gordon around, and Gordon would just melt under it, wiggling and playing and being completely lavished by his tongue, giving Gordon the complete focus of his attention. He'd hum apreciativly from time to time, wordlessly remarking on how wonderful this particular treat tastes.

Eventually, Gordon would just go limp, relaxed and tired out, anticipating the swallow, and Benrey would do so without warning, aware that Gordon was ready and swallowing because of it. Gordon really does melt at that, this moment where the choice is out of his grip, as he moves down the throat, completely surounded by Benrey and feeling like one more part of him. He's completely limp at this, this moment where he surrenders and does so willingly, this moment that he would have needed so badly.

Benrey would check gently on him, once he reaches his destination, like he always does, but beyond that there wouldn't be much interaction between the two throughout the day. Ocasianally he'd put a hand to his stomach, feeling Gordon slide around some, but mostly, Benrey would simply continue on with his day, feeling a constent sense of fullness but not nessesarily thinking about him every moment, just doing his own thing while enjoying Gordon's precense.

Gordon would end up catching up on sleep he'd dearly been missing out on, safe in the knowledge that there is nothing he needs to do, nowhere he needs to go, and feeling Benrey above and below and around him with every moment. simply enjoying that Benrey is there and relaxing at how it's like he's a part of Benrey, how he doesn't have to do anything and can simply relax and rest, how he can enjoy knowing that he is a small part of a large universe and that his World is kind.

~~~

Commentary about this trope below the cut. It’s longer than the fic itself o.O

There are many different tropes in vore that I do or don’t like - many themes that can make or break a story for me.

One particular trope that I don’t like is when a pred treats the prey like food - it’s often used by malicious preds to dehumanize the prey, and doesn’t sit right with me.

Of course, as is my nature, whenever I see something I don’t like, I eventually try to pick it apart, to understand why I feel that way, and how it would have to be portrayed for me to like it.

That was why I wrote this bit. It’s not everything - this is still something I’m not used to writing, and I could certainly push the theme of the prey being food farther - but it is the context that I would want most of the time, the general themes that could make or break the story. Otherwise, even just an off-hand comment, without some preexisting agreement between these characters, can completely change my feelings on the fic.

This isn’t, of course, a problem with fics that do contain those themes - everyone likes or doesn’t like different things, in different places. 

I myself do read fics with themes of dehumanization - and like them - but it’s not something I would like in vore. 

It’s not what I want out of vore. Iit is harsh and grisly. Sometimes I want harsh and grisly - but not from this. This is what I use for comfort, for relaxation and calming down, just as much as another person might read vore because they want horror, or fear, or tension. Those are all good themes, all themes that work with vore, but - even though I have written a little vore fic over on AO3 with some pretty strong themes of psychological horror - they are not themes that I go to vore to find.

And I have read vore stories with great tension! Sometimes I do want that, sometimes I do want to sit on the edge of my seat, full of these character’s fear - but some things will always make me uncomfortable instead of making me scared, will make me close the fic for my own comfort, instead of continuing on to the end. That doesn’t mean they are bad. It just means that, much like a meal that might otherwise be good, but has an ingredient I personally don’t like - it’s not to my taste.

[sideblogformindtrash]

Just a reminder that at some point when writing this series I decided this is steampunk for the sheer fact that I wanted it to be but hasn’t come up until now.

Witch’s Familiar Masterlist

CW: Dehumanization; inquisition style execution mention; choking; multiple whumpees, some lady whump; whipping; mention of branding; gagging; restrains; blindfold;

…The sounds of the machines were loud and annoying to his ears, and he wanted to rest his head, but the irregular ground made the carriage jump and throw him around every few seconds. A heavy chain dangled from his neck, clanking every time the carriage shook over its wheels.

He was blindfolded, and that was infuriating. Not only did it make the other senses work better, it also meant he couldn’t look outside. If he tried, behind the disgusting smoke, he could sense a faint smell of nature. And he wanted to look at it.

Impatiently, he crossed his arms, letting an annoyed hiss escape from his throat. He hated this. He wanted to be outside and run on the grass, not be carried around on this awful mechanical thing.

“…Patience. We are almost there kitty” The General’s voice. Master. He who was holding the heavy chain, with a loose grip at this moment, but that could turn vicious at any second.

“…I want to look outside…” They said “Please…Master”

“That’s exactly why you are blindfolded little kitty. You have been so good lately and we don’t want you getting any ideas now, do we?”

After saying that, Master snapped his fingers, and this sent a shiver down his spine. For the past few weeks, The General had been doing that when he was punished or tortured. Just snapping his fingers. He was being Pavlov-dogged and he absolutely hated it, and hated that despite knowing what the General was doing, he couldn’t avoid but flinch every time he heard that sound.

He grinded his teeth and resisted the urge to hiss. If he could at least sleep… But no. He tried to focus on the faint nice smells, but the smoke was overwhelming. And the way the carriage kept shaking was extremely annoying.

“How long will we take?”

“…We are almost there. And if you don’t stop complaining I’ll muzzle you Kitty” General said, and he heard a page being flipped. The General was quite a literate man. And that made Roots hate him more.

He wanted hiss at The General. At Master. But he couldn’t. The threat of the muzzle was very real and… And it was better to cooperate and be treated better than to let the general just drag him around and end up doing everything he wanted anyway. He was supposed to be on a cage, on top of the carriage, but General gave him a chance to be inside and maybe he should be good and accept it.

With a sigh he put his head on the window, and the stupid carriage shook again making him hit his head on the glass.

“Ouch…” He complained, and heard an amused chuckle in response.

But soon enough the carriage did stop. He was pulled out into a floor of cold, smooth stone. The General handed the chain to someone else it seemed, as his voice started to get more distant.

He waited, keeling with hands on display and a desire to bite at this person. He would never do that to master, but just some random guard…

However before he could do it the chain was yanked forward, and he struggled to crawl. He was pulled down a spiral stairway, into a place cold and dark, safe for the torchlight.

“Thank you” Master said to the person, now grabbing the chain again. Something was off. The smell of blood, the sound of breathing. The general fondled with his hair a bit before removing the blindfold.

…It was a dark, cramped prison cell. In front of him, three woman were tied up, all of them wounded, gagged and staring with wide, vacant eyes. Roots steps back, but the General pulls him closer.

“W—what-“

“Kitty” The General interrupted “This three women in front of you have been appointed as suspects of a case of witchcraft that has been happening on this village. One of them is the culprit, but so far, out more… traditional methods wielded no result. It would be a shame to try and murder innocent woman for this crime, but we can never know for sure who is or isn’t a witch.”

The General smiled, viciously, at the shocked kitty.

“But you can”

His eyes widened as he pulled away again, despite the collar choking him. No. He would not. The mark burned on his chest was enough of a disgusting treason, but this? He wouldn’t turn on his people, he would never-

The general touched his chest, nails digging into his scar.

“You are mine now kitty. You are one of us and must never forget it”

“NO!” He yanked, trying to run to the stairs. The General effortlessly yanked him back “No! You cant do this! They don’t deserve to die!”

“…The two innocent ones? No they don’t indeed. So why don’t you point us the witch little kitty?”

“This… This is cruel. They never hurt anybody! It isn’t fair”

With a harsh kick to his ribs, Roots falls to the floor. The General pulls at the chain, enough to choke him, and holds him up while he trashes until his face went purple. Once released, he falls to the floor, chest wheezing.

“…You don’t get to pass on judgment” The general leans closer, so much his voice is a whisper “…If you don’t pick one, all the three of them will do the dunking chair tomorrow. You don’t want that, do you?”

Master caressed his face “…And of course you’ll get a few more lashes on your back kitty.”

He shook his head. He didn’t care about being hit right now, he would take it! But he couldn’t… He couldn’t just let all of them die! Every single one of them… Would sink regardless of their powers.

He took a good look at the women as the general approached them, treating them with the same disdain he treated his kitty. Damn… they were all so young. And… not one of them was a witch. He sighed, in relieve. Maybe they could all get out of this one.

“-n-n-n-one of them are wi-witches M-master…” He whispered, looking at the floor. All the three seemed awfully relieved by hearing that, but that lasted just until Roots was kicked again “I knew you would try this pet”

…He was pushed against the wall still on his knees. A strap of leather on the corner of his vision-

“I-iit’s true! I’m not-“

He was silenced by the first lash. Now that he had public he didn’t want to cry. But he had no more resistance left, the whip opening old wounds and digging pieces of skin, and he knew just how bad this could get. He tried to keep it quiet.

“Count-“ The General ordered, and he whimpered.

Ten. Ten lashes, he counted, voice trembling.

“…Ten more once we are home” Master said, hitting the whip in the air, close to the women’s faces. The way they flinched told Blue that they knew very well what that leather felt like.

“So… which one Blue?”

He hugged himself, going back on his knees. They all stared at him in fear and silent begging. None of them was a witch. There was nothing wrong with being one but it also meant that no matter who he picked, they would die as something they were not. And they would be remembered like that.

“Master it’s… its true… none of them-“

“…I guess you want the other ten now, Kitty.”

“No, please I-“

But he was pushed back on the wall, and the whip came down hard once again. He lost the first few, and Master made him start counting again.

…He didn’t stop after ten. It just kept going for a while, and he gave up on not crying. Once he fell down, Master lifted his face on the tip of his foot. Roots sniffed.

“Are you ready to speak now?” Master lifted him by the hair forcing him to look at the women once again. They were crying. He had to pick one or they would all die.

…The chair was… was better than the fire. But if he accused one of them, she would be burned wouldn’t she? He felt tears running through his skin, mixed with sweat and blood.

With trembling hands, he pointed to what looked to be the oldest of them, and kept his gaze on the floor. He couldn’t stand looking her in the eye, as the immense fear and incredulity consumed her. The general petted his kitty before calling the guards to take the woman upstairs and release the other two.

tag: @talk-to-rock @yet-another-heathen

[nojaemblog]

NCT 127 reaction to another member flirting with you

Warnings: jealousy, a few swear words here and there, suggestive content

Genre: angsty, with some crack here and there, a little bit of fluff

Requested: yes

Taeyong

Taeyong would be pissed, yet he tried to remain polite. Everybody knew about your relationship. So why would Doyoung even dare to think about you as his? Seeing Doyoung shamelessly flirting with you after you told him no, made his blood boil. You got up from the couch, but your hair was stuck in Doyoung’s bracelet and you let out a surprised yelp as you were pulled back into the couch by the bracelet. Taeyong was in front of Doyoung in seconds, not knowing what happened and he ripped Doyoung’s hand away from you.

 “Are you really that desperate?” he yelled while pulling Doyoung from the couch by the collar. 

Johnny and Jaehyun quickly pulled Doyoung off of him. After he finds out that your hair just got stuck in the bracelet, he’d be very embarrassed and apologetic, but he firmly believes he deserves it after he kept flirting, even if you told him no.

”Sorry for that, I overreacted.” ‘’Asshole”, he thought.

Taeil

 Iit was a party thrown after finishing the promotions of the new album, a way to relax and have some fun for awhile.Taeil was maneuvering his way through the crowd of people, slightly panicked since he couldn’t find you. He searched every inch from every room, only a bathroom was left. When he pushed the slightly ajar bathroom door open, he saw Jungwoo hunched over someone, kissing them feverishly. For a moment he was totally embarrassed and was about to awkwardly close the door until he realized  that someone the person being kiss did not enjoy it one beat.

“Come on, Woo. You are drunk, leave them alone”, Taeil gently yet firm told the younger boy. 

Jungwoo didn’t move one bit, so Taeil tried to push him away to help the uncomfortable person. Taeil dragged Jungwoo by the shoulder, only to see that the person he so forcefully kissed was you.. In shock and disbelief, Taeil grabbed Jungwoo by the hem of his shirt and was chuckling in anger and confusion, stuttering out, “W – what do you think you’re doing?”

 It was obvious that he was completely  wasted, but that didn’t give him any excuse to force himself on someone, especially if that someone is his significant other.

“Do you have a death wish? Get out of here before I make you regret ever laying your hands on them.”

Johnny

You two would be shopping when Johnny decided to drag you into a store so you could try on dresses for the event you will be attending later on this weekend. You both would fall in love with a particularly beautiful dress, but it didn’t match your size, so your boyfriend left to go see if they had an extra one in the back. 

After he left, you continued browsing the other dresses to see if there was anything else you’d like, in case he wouldn’t succeed finding your size.  Suddenly, a dress was shoved into your hands. You saw Jaehyun sitting in front of you. You greeted him and asked him why he shoved the dress in your face, kind of rudely, you thought.

 “I think you would look hot in this dress. Maybe you should try it on for me.”, he attempted to give you a flirty smile, but the smile made you feel even more disgusted by his words.

You looked at the dress and cringed at how much cleavage it showed and how short it was, you were sure it was not going to hide anything. Johnny came back with the dress you both loved in his hands. He gripped the dress Jaehyun gave you out of your hands and shoved it back to him. 

“There is no way my girlfriend would be caught wearing something like that. And frankly, my friend, you have an awful fashion sense. Now, move your legs far away from us, unless you want me to shove this dress up your ass, Jaehyun”

Doyoung

Doyoung is the angry and silent type, whenever he is jealous. He’s trying to control his anger inside when he notices Taeyong flirting with you, playfully laying his hands on you. Doyoung is watching the way you two laugh together and thinking to himself “I can make her laugh more than you, dickhead”. 

He grows very quiet and clenches his jaw, debating on whether or not he should go up and pull you away or be calm and collected about it, before eventually making some sort of excuse to go up and get in between the both of you making it look like he just wants to join the conversation, but highkey wanting to grab your attention away from his group mate. He stands close to you, his arm ever so slightly brushing up against yours while silently giving Taeyong knowing looks.

“Oh, baby! I forgot! We should head back to your place and finish that thing!”, Doyoung suddenly told you, interrupting your chat with Taeyong.

“What thing? I am free for the rest of the day”, you curiously asked your boyfriend.

“The thing Taeyong would only dream of being able to finish”

Yuta

Sichen should’ve known better than to flirt with you in front of Yuta. He really should. There wasn’t a thing about you that Sicheng hadn’t complimented throughout the night. Yuta’s patience was running low so when Winwin started complimenting your body you felt Yuta’s hand quickly make its way on your thigh, making you look up to him with a questioning look plastered across your face. He only smiled at you, so you thought nothing more of it than just a simple act of affection, nothing out of the ordinary. 

But as you opened your mouth to give a response to Winwin’s compliment, you felt his fingers roaming further up and finally making their way under your skirt causing you to tense up and cough. Winwin had asked you if you feel alright, but in that moment you couldn’t focus on whatever he was saying. 

Yuta’s fingers slowly made their way higher and higher, and while faking a concerned look he asked you if you feel alright, but you could’ve hardly miss the smirk on his face after he asked you.

“Sorry, I think we might have to go. My baby isn’t feeling good, and I am the only one that can make her feel good. Got it?”

Jaehyun

Jaehyun walks out of the bathroom and sees you texting somebody. You smile as he jumps on the bed and embraces you. You welcomed his embrace when your phone indicated that you got a notification. Jaehyun looks at the phone and notices that Johnny has been trying to talk to you yet again. He knew that you were Johnny’s type, but he wished that his group mate would have taken the hint that you are his now.

“Is that a snap from Johnny?”

“Yes. He said hi!” you innocently looked at your boyfriend

Jaehyun takes your phone and looks at you. He grabs your hand and pulls you closer to him and kisses you. You kiss him back, yet pull back when you see a flash go off. 

“And now I should press ‘send’.Johnny will know you are all mine!” he smiled at you.

“Babe, that’s rude!”, you frowned at him.

“It was either this or kill him the next time I see him. But if you ask me, I choose the wiser option”

Winwin

Sichen has been sitting on the same spot for what seemed like forever. He was keeping an eye on Taeil that had attempted before to flirt with you. And now it wasn’t any different. Winwin never thought he would ever consider hitting his hyung, but here he was, on the verge of punching Taeil straight in the face if he continued looking at your body like that.

“Hey.. don’t you think this is inappropriate?Aren’t you a little too much?” he hissed through gritted teeth, “I’m right next to you. And y/n clearly doesn’t feel comfortable with your eyes stuck on her ass.”

“What?” Taeil smiled, “(Y/N) is beautiful.. I’m just admiring her. Nothing more, nothing less”

“No, you’re checking her out and I don’t like it,” Sicheng couldn’t understand the audacity of his hyung, how could he be eating you up alive with his eyes right in front of him?

Nevertheless, Winwin took off his coat and came to you, he draped the coat over your shoulders a moment later. And left with you.“I’m not cold. What is this for?”

“I love it when you wear my clothes, so just accept it. For me.”, he smiled sweetly at you.

‘Or more so I don’t break Taeil’s nose’, he thought.

Jungwoo

Jungwoo noticed how Yuta confidently flirts with you, brushing your hair behind your ear and showing you his irresistible smile. Jungwoo is the type of person to smile or giggle when he’s uncomfortable or embarrassed, so that’s exactly what he does. He literally acts like there is nothing wrong.

In his head, he would be screaming that he really wants to go up there and just whisk you away and kiss you, to show the other members to whom you belong to, but he would be too shy and embarrassed to do anything really, so he would just let Yuta finish his moment. 

Afterwards, he would be a little hesitant to talk to you, since he would be concerned that you don’t like him anymore and maybe you actually like Yuta more than him. But when you tell him that Yuta was really creeping you out and made you uncomfortable, he would feel so relieved and think he was silly for being so shy and embarrassed and noted that next time when something like this happens he should just straight up kiss you in front of everyone to showcase your relationship.

“Would a kiss be enough? Or maybe I should just give you marks so that everybody would know that you are mine, baby”

Mark

You hadn’t noticed. You really hadn’t. You were so invested into the movie to notice Haechan’s hand on your thigh. But Mark had. Somehow you have ended up sitting on the opposite end of the couch from Mark while watching the movie. 

Haechan was clearly trying to flirt with you, seeing how you are so engaged in the movie, he took it as a chance to touch while making it look like a friendly gesture. He was naturally on the touchy side and Mark knew it and he knew all of Haechan’s tricks and how he tried to look innocent right now. Mark’s mind was blurry and the only thing he could see was Hyuck’s hand on you.He hardly could focus on the movie now. 

When a scene scared the living shit out of you, Haechan squeezed your thigh in what seemed to you like ‘reassurance’, but it was far from Hyuck’s intentions. Mark couldn’t help but feel jealousy and anger growing in his chest so before he could even think twice about what he was about to say he opened his mouth letting the words slip out.

“Princess come sit on my lap. Now.” 

Haechan

You and Hyuck have went to the beach, enjoying some time alone, when you suddenly hear his phone go off. He untangles his hands from your body and answers the phone. He looks confused as he talks and glances towards you.

“Mark asked why haven’t you called him back”.

“Oh, just give me the phone, I’ll answer quickly”, you moved closer to your boyfriend to take the phone, but he furthered away.

“Y/n said that Hyuckie is her baby”, he cutely said into the phone

“Baby, give me the phone”Haechan gives you a look, but hands you the phone.

“Mark, I’m sorry, Hyuck is being a dork”, hearing this, Haechan rolled his eyes.

“Y/N, tell him that you’re busy”

“I’m not busy”, you told Mark, smiling teasingly at your boyfriend.

Haechan groans, gets up from his seat and picks you up bridal style. He snatches the phone from your grasp.

“Y/N will may or may not call you back. Now she is busy with her boyfriend”.

[long-bodyswap]

Yotta Life

(Im sorry I don’t have the credits, but if you know the author you can @)

It’s been an adjustment lately getting used to all this fame and attention since Adele’s new album came out.  The whole world knew it would be huge, but even the most optimistic among us couldn’t have imagined that it would have the best selling first week sales of any album in history!  With massive, iconic numbers like that, it was only natural that she would need more security while she goes on her whirlwind press promo, and I’m the best in the business- ermmm- I mean technically my host, Peter Van der Veen is the best in the business, but it’s not like anyone could tell the difference since the spell I used gave me access to all of his memories, training, and personality traits.  No one has suspected a thing, and I’ve been inside Peter since he was Lady Gaga’s bodyguard!Possessing the top bodyguard for the stars has been a dream come true because I’ve met and spent time with almost all of my idols.  Gaga is much more normal in private than people give her credit for, but my favorite client so far has been Adele, BY FAR.  Never have I ever met such a witty, sweet, funny as shit, monumentally talented, and down to earth person.  Rumor has it she used to be quite the drinker before she had her baby, but every now and then she’s whipped out a little reward for the road with her team, meaning I was naturally drawn into the fun.  IIt’s been simply remarkable getting to know Adele and honestly consider her a friend.  She’s so honest and personable that I catch myself shifting out of Peter’s stern persona, dropping sass and giggling to her jokes.  I remind myself often that it’s only acceptable around Adele, but anyone who had previously known Peter would be immensely suspicious.  Still, it’s been the single most meaningful (and lucrative) gig I’ve ever done. You can see that I try my hardest to remain stern and serious.  It’s so hard because even her commentary during casual conversation is adorable and hilarious enough to make a stone gargoyle let out a good chuckle.  Sometimes it honestly is too much and I can’t help but smile and join in the silliness.  It’s comforting at least to know that Peter’s smile looks so fucking sexy- almost as sexy as his stern smolder.  

The bulk of the promo circuit ended in December so now that it’s January 2016, I finally have some time to myself.  Adele thanked me profusely for my service and friendship and begged me to free up my schedule so I could join her when her tour starts in April.  I promised her I’d lock in the dates, but it’s going to be nice to have some time to have fun behind closed doors…At the very least it’ll be nice to show off this body.Fuck, what a great day.  I’m rocking this perfect bronze and I can finally show off this sculpted body.  I work ridiculously hard to keep it up to Peter’s standards, but it’s so worth it.  Peter’s body looks sexy as hell in a suit, but it was meant to be seen and envied by others.  And the Adele gig was so lucrative that I’m set to be enjoying the next four months shirtless and glistening at this Mexican resort.  I used this morning to do a power workout of sprints and chest interval training in a nearby canyon, and then I rewarded myself with a nice afternoon spent relaxing at the beach.Peter’s sore muscles always made me horny for some reason, which meant that I was on edge almost all day every day…I didn’t mind though.  It reminded me of how powerful and full of my vitality my host was.  What I did mind though was burning in this hot sun.   Noticing a cute boy eyeing me, I saw an opportunity to kill two birds with one stone.  The adorable fucker looked about my real age, but way better looking, not that that mattered since I was inhabiting Mr. Europe 2005.  Being bisexual, I’ve been able to use Peter’s body to anonymously fuck around with hotties from all over the world, but I’ve gotta say I’ve developed a strong preference for boys, so let’s test the waters and see if this kid wants a taste of the premier bodyguard to the stars.“Hey, kid.” I said in a deep, yet friendly tone.  “You got a sec to help me out with something?”  I made sure to flash him a subtle smile, also pulling my shades down so he could see the twinkle in my beautiful eyes.   It only took me a second to realize I had him hook, line, and sinker.That big smile was one thing, but I had also completely stopped him in his tracks.  He was walking back over to me without a single hesitation. “What can I do for you?” The chap asked with a friendly tone that was masking what I, after maaaanyy similar encounters, knew was lust.“You see, I’m going to start burning soon, so could you help me with a fresh layer of sunblock?”He kept his jaw from dropping, but I knew he was shocked and ecstatic.   “You mean, on your back?” He asked, treading cautiously.“Actually, I was hoping you could help me with the whole thing,” I said, pointing out my sculpted chest and abs before biting my lip in a fake show of nervous anticipation.  

The boy paused to think for a second before smiling again and walking over.  “Sure, I’d love to help out,” he said in a  way that tried to make it sound like he was just doing a normal favor for a stranger.  

I grinned in relief before putting my shades back on and getting out my tube of sunblock.  I laid down, making sure to get comfortable before I took a second to adjust my junk since I was about a quarter hard from the sheer testosterone pumping through my veins.  

“Sorry about that,” I said before getting relaxed again.  “Had a brutal workout this morning.  Always gets the testosterone flowing, if you know what I mean.”“I could tell you had a good workout this morning.  You’ve got the pumped look.  Maybe you can share some workout tips- I’m trying to bulk up, but it’s been kinda hard.”“Son, you don’t need to add a single pound of mass.  The lean look is really sexy on you.”  I said that right as he popped the cap open, making him blush before he squeezed a healthy helping of that cream into his hands.  

“That’s easy for you to say,” he said before slathering that cream on my abs.  I shivered and gasped from the cold, tightening my core from the surprise, but he kept talking.  “Especially when you have a body like this.”As far as I could tell, he had no idea who I was, so it was safe to see if I could push his buttons a little.As he spread the cream over Peter’s ripped abs, I quietly moaned from the feeling of those smooth fingers rubbing that coconut scented goodness into my stolen skin.  The look on this boy’s face was one of inner conflict.  He didn’t know if he should go a little further, but he finally got my subtle hint and began rubbing me more purposefully until he was giving my abs a slow and deep massage.  

“You have…so much definition,” he marveled as he worked his strong fingers more and more expertly.   “mmmmmmm that feels so good, kid.  Guess you could tell that yesterday was ab day,”  By this point his constant touch had me more than half hard.  He definitely noticed my long and thick cock growing in my shorts, but he didn’t back away.  He started massaging me even more purposefully, sensually even.  Damn, this kid had some kink in him.  

“And I’d bet money you did a chest day today,” he said slowly and smoothly as he began working his magical hands up to my muscular slabs of pec perfection.  I moaned louder this time as he worked his hands up to my chest so he was grabbing a pec with each hand, squeezing firmly enough to loosen up those stiff muscles.  He squeezed harder, massaging my sore chest and making me groan in a mix of ecstasy and agony.  I was shocked though as he, without stopping his deep tissue chest massage, began to gently flick and rub my nipples with his thumbs.  I inhaled deeply, feeling my cock twitch and continue to engorge as this boy worked Peter’s incredibly sensitive nipples.  My breathing picked up, getting slightly faster before this kid made his big move.  I gasped loudly as he leaned down and began sucking on one of my nipples before reaching the other hand down to rub my cock through my shorts, making it pulsate and swell to full hardness.  

“Unnnngggg,” I groaned as I looked down at this cutie with thick, bushy eyebrows give in to his hunger for cock, specifically my cock.  I gasped again as he gripped my cock through the shorts, feeling the thickness of my girth and the obvious length before smiling, apparently satisfied with Peter’s thick 8.5 inches.   “If you wanted me, you should have just said so,” he whispered seductively into my ear.  

I knocked the big tube of sunscreen onto the sand before grabbing him and pulling him on top of my powerful chest, enjoying the weight of his body against my greased up chest.  I brought my mouth to his and he eagerly opened as I locked our lips and brought our tongues into a dance of lust.  Fuck, he tasted so minty.  My rock hard cock pulsated as I humped my crotch up against his, feeling his hard dick rub back against mine as I let us get lost in the lust.   FInally breaking the kiss, I told him, “I have a room,” barely having the breath to make the sentence.  He just smiled before we made a mad dash to pick up our shit and cover our raging hard ons as we ran back to the hotel.   I woke up the next morning alone int he bed except for a little note that had a phone number and the name Zac.  Man, last night was crazy.  I mean, I’ve done some kinky shit with Peter’s body, but I think I blew four of Peter’s loads into that boy last night.  Yeah, there was the load when I was fucking him doggy style.  Then another when I was fucking him missionary.  The third one was when he was riding me.  mmmmm, the last one was my favorite.  I pinned that kid against the wall with my strong arms and bounced him up and down off my powerful thrusts until I finally blew that last load so deep inside him.  On that one things got so intense.  Zac was hollering and almost hyperventilating my cock made him feel so good.  He didn’t even touch his dick that time since he was scratching at the wall the whole time, but his cock still blew a load all over the two of us.  That was about when I hit my limit.  I remember roaring so loud I thought the walls were vibrating before finally, dripping in sweat and muscles and veins bulging all over my body, I blew all of the remaining cum in Peter’s balls so deep into that boy.  When I calmed down, I carried the boy back to the bed and we both laid there making out and squirming from the afterglow of our orgasms before passing out from our multi-hour fuckfest.  

I smirked as I thought to myself how this would be my life for the next four months.  I got up and walked over to mirror, admiring my boxer-clad vessel, still just as high off of the beauty of this stolen body as I was two years ago when I first took Peter over.  

“You’re one sexy man,” I said to the reflection before winking.  God damn, seeing Peter’s body respond to my actions was still so satisfying.  I felt a fluttery sensation deep in my gut before blushing from the sight of the sexy body in front of me.  Mmmmmm yeah, Peter might be a strong and tough man, but I can always make him do whatever I want because he’s powerless with me inside.  

“Don’t ever forget that you’re too weak to resist me.  You couldn’t do a thing to stop my soul from slipping inside you and stealing you,” I taunted his reflection as I leaned his head down to his pit and huffed in his manly sweat and stench from yesterday’s workout and fuckfest.  

“You smell like a real man,” I said with appreciation before I stripped off the boxers and brought them up to my face which instantly scrunched up into one of ecstasy, huffing in the crotch area, almost coughing from the power of the manly muskiness.  It was so fucking masculine and sexy, and it always got me hard.“That turns you on doesn’t it, you kinky queer?” I asked his reflection before I brought my lips to the mirror and pretended to make out with Peter.  My heart sank though as the cold glass reminded me that I was on the other side.  Sure, I could take over some other stud for a night and use my powers to mind control Peter into having a wild night of passion, but it takes me a lot of time to build up the energy to switch, so I only like to switch sparingly.  I need at least three months to build up the necessary energy, so I don’t use the gift for casual flings.  No.  It’s a commitment, so the stolen life has to be perfect.  I stayed in Peter for the last two years because life has been so perfect, but it would be nice to finally feel and taste his body from the other side…Still, I’d need to find the perfect body and life in the next week or two in order to have enough time to get back inside Peter in time for Adele’s tour.  I guess I’ll just have to wait until after the tour…My frustration built, and I decided to take it out on Peter.  Even though I knew he was blacked out, I liked to pretend he was aware of everything when I got mad.  Grabbing his semi-hard cock, I pumped it until I got it back up to full hardness, watching myself make angry, yet sexy and turned on faces in the mirror as I pumped myself mercilessly.  

“Yeah!  You like that you queer slut?!  I’m gonna make you eat every drop of this cum!  unnnnngggggggg it’s gonna taste so fucking good, you fag!  Who’s the tough guy now, you freaky fag?  Can’t believe a tough guy like you is gonna eat your own load like some queer cum whore!”  God, this always made me feel so turned on and so much better.  I was getting close to orgasm when the phone rang.  I instantly clicked ignore, but it started ringing again.  I growled as I clicked ignore a second time, but the damn phone rang a third time.  Cursing, I let go of Peter’s cock and switched to his professional voice as I answered the phone.  

Even though I was initially annoyed, I was so glad I picked up the phone.  Smiling from ear to ear, I listened to a very special new client ask for my services over the next three and a half months.  Apparently he needed extra security for his wife, so tomorrow I would be on an early morning flight to Beverly Hills.  My vacation wasn’t over, it was just moving to another locale…and I’d finally have the chance to taste Peter’s lips and mouth from another perspective.Fuck, I was so excited I went back to pumping Peter’s cock.  I ate his load, this time to celebrate!  Now it’s time for me to get cleaned up, buy tickets, and pack!It was so lucky to get that call from Bastian Gillmeier, or Bastian Yotta as the media and instagram know him.   couldn’t help but enjoy one more early morning walk in Peter’s body, happily flaunting his muscles as I left shirtless and enjoyed the feeling of the breeze on his skin.  But then I checked his watched and realized how late I was.  

“Shit!  Better get back and shower.  Gotta get to the airport.  Damn, I won’t even have time to yank out one last load!”   I quickly cleaned up and called for a cab, and before I knew it I had checked in and boarded my plane en route to Beverly Hills.  Still, I was frustrated by this libido and the desire, no, the NEED to feel Peter’s cock be relieved one last time.  It was one of those rare flights where it was barely at half capacity, and somehow I was the only one in the first class section.  This airline was my favorite too because instead of thin curtains separating first class from economy, there were actual doors, affording me a much greater sense of privacy.  Still, I didn’t feel comfortable pumping a load out with that cute flight attendant around.  With me being the only client, he was checking on me practically every ten minutes, and I wanted to make this last.  I thought about going in the lavatory, but there was something so nasty and classless about that.  No.  I guess I’d need to test the sensibilities of this handsome flight attendant. Maybe he could even help me out.  

I looked behind me and predictably saw him waiting there with a puppy like grin, waiting to please me.   “Would you like another drink, sir?”I flashed him an enticing grin as I thought pensively.   “That does sound refreshing,” I remark as I subtly relax in my seat, getting more comfortable and spreading my legs just a little.   “Another barcardi and coke?”“I don’t know.  I’m craving something a little different.  I’m just so on edge.  I could really use something to help me unwind,” I say breathy as I rub my hands in between my thighs and groan lightly.   This boy gulps loudly, nervously adjusting his tie.  “W-w-well…We have mojitos.”“No…that’s not what I want…” I say with a husky tone as I look him directly in his eyes, licking my lips while I rub my host’s crotch, groaning slightly more loudly as I feel this meat starting to get hard and strain within the confines of its denim prison.  

“Sir!  This is inappropriate!  I’m going to need to ask you to-”“Shut up and touch it.  I know you want to.  Your cock can’t lie to me.   “SIR.  If you don’t stop I’m going to have to-HUH?!” he gasped as I grabbed a hold of his arm and yanked him close to me.He was speechless from the shock as I pulled him onto my lap, keeping him firmly locked in my grip thanks to Peter’s strong muscles as I went to work grinding my tented crotch against his backside and reaching my hand around to begin rubbing his engorging cock.   “MMMMmmmmmmpppphhhhhhhhhhmmmmmnnngggggggg” he groaned through Peter’s big hand that was muffling his shouts.  

He squealed as I grabbed a firm hold around his rod, stroking and pumping him through his soft uniform pants, breathing hot on his neck as I whispered into his ear.   “You’re getting so horny, boy.  I can feel you getting hard in my hand.  mmmmmm a tasty boy like you is just the refreshment I needed.”  I followed by licking up and down his neck, making him gasp as shivers coursed their way up and down his spine.   “You liked that didn’t you?” I asked with a chuckle before experimenting and easing up my grip on his mouth.  

He took several deep breaths before slowly turning his head to face me.  It could have gone either way at this point as I saw the panic and indecision in his eyes.  But then the look in his eyes focused in and I knew he has made his decision.  

He lunged as he joined his mouth with mine, moaning loudly into my mouth as he wrestled his tongue past my lips and hungrily tasted me.  I needed to remind him who the big man was in this steamy moment, so I forced Peter’s tongue into this boy’s mouth, reveling in the pleasurable moans echoing into my mouth as I ferociously tasted my mile high slut.   Pulling back, he now had a look of hunger in his eyes.  “I-I’ve never done this before at work…”“It’s just the two of us in here.  No need to worry about anything.”He looked into my eyes briefly before biting his lip nervously.“Can I…taste it?” He asked with such anticipation in his eyes.   I just smirked at him.  “You think I’d say no to a hot mouth like yours?  Get to work, boy.”I closed my eyes, smiling with satisfaction as this boy crawled down onto his knees, no longer able to suppress his desire as he unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down the zipper.  I lifted my butt up to help him as he pulled down my pants and drawers, letting this big fat cock spring out, slapping him lightly in the face as he gawked at my host’s unveiled meat.  

I shivered as he immediately went to work, grabbing me with one of his hands, pumping me softly as he wrapped his lips around the head, getting it nice and moist as he swirled his tongue around.  My fingers were trembling, and the sensation crashing through my cockhead, down to my groin and down my thighs was so powerful that I had to bite my lip and focus on gripping the armrests just to keep from shouting out.  This boy knew what he was doing, and he had just barely gotten started.  

I felt the veins on Peter’s muscles expand, letting an intense surge of blood-flow crash through every part of his body.  It was a euphoria like no other, and it only intensified as this mile high slut began bobbing his slick mouth up and down, up and down, picking up speed as he kept sucking that meat and swirling his tongue over all of Peter’s most sensitive spots.  I cringed and scrunched my face it felt so fucking good, but I didn’t want to make too much noise.  At this point though I think he was almost challenging me to give in and admit how good it felt.  He finally had his wish as he all of a sudden jolted his head down, swallowing every inch of my meat as he scooped both hands up my shirt and found my sensitive nipples.  

My eyes shot wide open as he began deepthroating me with ferocious speed, all while squeezing, twisting, and rubbing all over my massive pecs, and particularly, my tight and hard nipples.  My back arched violently as a loud groan finally escaped my lips.  I bit my lip though to shut myself up, scrunching my face up again and hyperventilating as this boy kept swallowing my entire length.  

I couldn’t have hoped for a better last orgasm in Peter’s body, but I still wanted it to be at least partially on my own terms.  Growling as I felt the testosterone levels in Peter’s body rising, I grabbed the boy’s head with both of my hand’s, getting no resistance from him as I began to pull him down onto my cock, harder and even faster than he was already going.  Mmmmmmm it felt so satisfying as I used Peter’s strong arms to pull that mouth and tight throat down onto his juicy meat.  Such a good throat fuck, but I couldn’t hold my hips back anymore, so it got even more intense.  I know I might have been going rough on the boy, but he wasn’t complaining as I started bucking my hips up, thrusting into his mouth and thrusting powerfully down his throat.  The boy kept squeezing my pecs and nipples, getting more intense as I added more and more power to my throat fuck.  My toes were curling in my shoes as I looked down at this hungry mile high slut, and seeing the desperation in his eyes finally sent me over the edge.  Groaning loudly, I slammed his mouth down onto one last powerful cock thrust after what had seemed like an eternity of building pressure in Peter’s massive balls.  With that thrust, my pent up load was finally free, releasing stream after stream directly down the hungry throat that was so expertly milking my cock.  I shivered as kept yanking his throat down onto each new ribbon of cum, milking out over a dozen shots before the stream finally slowed to mere droplets which we sucked straight out of me with that skilled mouth.  

Attention Passengers,  Please prepare for landing.  We will be arriving in approximately five minutes.  

“Damn, sorry boy.  I guess I don’t have time to return the favor.”He just smiled adoringly at me though.  “No, don’t be sorry.  That was-That was amazing!  I’ll be thinking about you and this later tonight.  This will be on my mind for the next month at the very least!”He gave me one more passionate kiss before he straightened his tie and uniform, giving me a sexy wink as he made the landing preparations, leaving me in my golden orgasmic bliss.  He was kind enough to point to my ankles though, reminding me my pants and boxers were still down, leaving my softening meat out for the world to see.  I quickly pulled my pants back up as we began the descent.  

I hopped in the cab at the airport, unable to contain my grin as I gave the driver the address of Bastian’s Beverly Hills mansion.  The cab driver wasn’t particularly talkative, so I sat in eager silence as I mentally prepared for my transfer and mini vacation from Peter’s body.  

The passing vistas and palm trees zoom by as I absentmindedly reach my hands underneath my shirt and begin rubbing and feeling Peter’s body.  I know I’ll be feeling this body from the other side, but I’ll miss the feeling of ownership and possession.  Something about feeling Peter Van der Veen’s abs and squeezing those massive pecs with his own strong hands was immensely satisfying.  Taking over strong men and making them my hosts…my vessels…will always be my drug of choice.  

“We’re here, Mister,” the taxi driver says, looking at me with an odd expression as I realize I’m still circling Peter’s hard nipples.  I swoop my hands out from under Peter’s shirt, unable to help but go a little red in the face as I awkwardly thank and pay the guy.  I pull out Peter’s wallet, so comfortable now seeing his ID and associating that image and identity as my own.  That’s when you know you’ve found a keeper, when you look at your host’s ID and instinctively think, “Damn, I look hella fine.” 

I tipped the guy well to mask the awkwardness and walked over to the front door, suitcases in tow.  There was a note on the front door telling me to come on in and meet my new employers in the back.  The note said to just keep on following the central corridor until I reached them.   Opening the door, I was blown away by the extravagance of this massive and modern mansion.  

“What a great place to vacation,” I said aloud to myself in shock as I plopped my bags on the marble floor, closed the door, and began the long walk down the central hallway.  I passed by massive living and entertaining rooms, all decked out with expensive art, impeccable decoration, and state of the art technology.  The kitchen and dining room was as large as most people’s whole apartments, and I think I walked passed a whole new set of entertainment and party/recreational rooms.  It was simply unbelievable, but I got pulled back to reality as I heard light moaning emanating from the last room at the end of the hall.  

The moaning was definitely deep, low, and masculine.  Judging by the videos I had watched during my research, I knew it was Bastian who was cooing and making those sweet sounds of pleasure.  I could hear him faintly egging on what I can only assume was his wife, Maria.  That accent was still distinctly German, and thought some people thought it was a little harsh, I shivered from its foreign and exotic appeal.  I had never taken over a foreigner before, so I wondered if I would have the joy of speaking with such a German flare.   I kept walking cautiously towards the moans, concerned that I was going to interrupt a particularly private and intimate moment.  Still, I advanced.  That’s one of the great things about Peter’s body.  I’m this massive tank of toned muscle, but he is so light on his feet.  I barely make a sound as I walk right up to the cracked door and slowly push it open as I walk inside.  

“Huh?” I asked aloud as I creaked the door open and saw Bastian, shirtless and laying down on a medical table as his wife performed a spa facial.  She was dressed and made up to the nth degree with her pink mini dress, pumps, and full make up while she massaged her husband’s face, working the active ingredients deep into his skin that would help maintain his youth.  He clearly found the experience very pleasurable as the sounds coming out of his mouth were almost orgasmic.  

“That must be you, Peter,” he said in his sweet German accent and without even opening his eyes.  

“We’re just finishing the last step,” Maria said with a smile as she spread the remaining moisture serum down his neck before clicking a button that brought the reclined medical table back up to a chair-like angle.  

Bastian finally opened his eyes as he smiled at me, happy to see that he had been able to afford my services.  My host was, after all, the most sought out bodyguard in Hollywood.  

“Maria, can you give us some time?  I need to show him the house and talk about the next three months.  Here’s some cash–go buy something pretty,” he said as he casually handed her a thick strap of hundred dollar bills.  She was almost giddy with joy as she collected the multi-thousand dollar wad of cash and left to go shop to her heart’s content at her favorite designer stores.   “Now, that frees up some time for just us guys,” he said with a cheeky grin as he got up off the table and put his shirt back on.  

This was going too perfectly.  I tried to suppress my own giddy grin as he began to show me around the house, when like he said, it was just us guys.