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enha is the type of boyfriend to...
gn!reader x ot7!enhypen
genre:Ā fluff, love languages (?)
wc:Ā 671
warnings:Ā non-sexual dominance, physical affection (cuddling), slight implications of fights, slight implications of emotional constipation
ķ¬ģ¹ Heeseung
Heeseung is the type of boyfriend to insist he carry your bags for you when you go to the mall, or tie your shoes when they come loose
he isn't toxically masculine, nor is he too terribly jealous (still a bit tho), but he still commits acts of non-sexual dominance to ensure others know who you're with
his acts of service not only let you know that he's there for you, but also others around you
not only does he love showing off that he's yours, but he also loves making your life easier with simple actions
ģ ģ“ Jay
Jay is the type of boyfriend to hold you any chance he gets
he loves having you in his arms, whether it's back hugs in the kitchen or laying down with you on the sofa
when he's tired, it's easy for him to knock out, but when he's exhausted, he wants you there with him
he's not a huge physical touch guy, yet he still jumps at any opportunity to hold you close, like offering you his lap when you have no seat
ģ ģ“ķ¬ Jake
Jake is the type of boyfriend to want to be by your side through anything
whether you're cuddled up in bed or hiking a new trail, he loves spending time with you and will always ask you to go out with him, turning non-romantic activities into dates
his favorite is asking you to walk Layla or go grocery shopping with him because of how domestic it feels
he knows he wants you in his life forever, and so he will always try to include you in it
ģ±ķ Sunghoon
Sunghoon is the type of boyfriend to tag along when you go out with your friends
he doesn't talk or act much, but he wants to spend the time with you
he values quality time, even if he's not proper interacting with you, having you close by is reassuring and intimate to him
it's convenient for him when your friends suddenly text you asking to go to the mall when he's at your house, because then he doesn't even have to ask; you just invite him with you
even though he feels safe enough to be louder around you, he feels especially safe knowing he can be quiet and just enjoy your presence
ģ ģ° Sunoo
Sunoo is the type of boyfriend to dote on you endlessly
he will pamper you with affection, care, and gifts at any opportunity, wanting nothing more than your happiness and wellbeing
one of his favorite things to do would be unwinding with you after a long day, preparing a bubble bath and laying a mask on your face
he would wash your hair for you, even though he is also exhausted, because it relaxes him to do these tasks for you and take care of you
ģ ģ Jungwon
Jungwon is the type of boyfriend to get defensive of you
he knows you can fight your own battles, but that doesn't stop him from trying to do it for you
whether it's standing up against a bully or fending off a creep, Won will always guard you against offenders
it's his way of taking care of you and helping himself feel better about your condition
as much as he loves domestic care, he prides himself on being your defender (even if he gets a bit overprotective sometimes lol)
ėķ¤ Ni-ki
Ni-ki is the type of boyfriend to tease you up close and admire you from afar
as playful as he gets, you are still his one and only, and he can never forget that
if you're ever asleep with him, he'll admire your features, gazing softly at every detail of your face until you wake up, then he'll start poking at your cheeks and joking about how fluffy they get
as much as it seems he wouldn't want to get mushy, he still GUARANTEES you know how much he loves you
dating him, you have to be okay with playful bickering, but he also recognizes the importance of reassurance, even if it's not his strong suit
a/n: i felt kinda delulu rereading this and then i remembered i literally write fanfiction on tumblr dot com
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#k-labels#enhanet#p sure enhanet is dead but wtv#enhypen#enha#engene#iland#lee heeseung#park jay#sim jake#park sunghoon#kim sunoo#yang jungwon#nishimura riki#ni-ki#niki#jake#jongseong#sunwoo#enhypen fluff#enhypen x reader#enhypen imagines#enhypen scenarios#jay fluff#heeseung x reader#niki x reader#sunghoon oneshots#kpop
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Stay A While (2)
Summary: Terry and Treece are feeling the sparks again.
Pairing: Terry Richmond x Black!OC
Word Count: 3,659
Part: 2 of ??
Warnings: None. This one's a safe for work slow burn. Enjoy.
Previous
Grocery shopping was Patrice's private pastime. She was the queen of her universe when she walked through aisles every Saturday morning. Every flash bargain and value-sized item bent to her will for a chance at making it to her humble abode and fulfilling its one purpose in life. Employees greeted her like royalty. Customers started conversations like old friends, always giving her the scoop on any sale they'd overheard in their neighborhood Facebook groups. She was happy. She was zen. She was in her element.
"Do you need this?"Ā
She was a woman dragging around a large man intent on breaking any modicum of concentration she had left.
Patrice stopped and looked over her shoulder at Terry, who held a bag of cotton candy grapes up in the air for her inspection. "No, TJ. Put it down."Ā
"Why? You like grapes."Ā
"Because we're getting grapes from the farmer's market. Now, put it back."
Her rebuke was sweet but stern. Having him as a way too familiar roommate was becoming easier as the days passed. But she'd be lying if she said she didn't miss the freedom to go for a walk, watch a movie on the couch, or even enjoy an intimate moment alone in her own house without a man looming somewhere in the very near background.Ā
He didn't allow her to travel alone, and she never had the energy to protest.Ā
"You don't have to talk to me like I'm a kid," he grumbled as he put the grapes back in their place.
"Then stop acting like one. I have a list. I know what I need."Ā
"I know what I need." He exaggerated his mimicry for maximum effect.Ā
"You see how that was childish?"Ā
"Whatever."Ā
Patrice ignored him in favor of browsing packages of beef for the best deal. If she didn't respond, maybe he would get the hint. And, for a few moments, he did. Terry took a break in conversation to scan the immediate area quietly. He noted each patron and their most important details before checking the exit and entry points at the front of the store. They weren't secure enough, but he could manage if the situation required evacuation.
A lack of action soon turned his attention back to Patrice, who still hadn't decided. He gave her a slow once over and smiled at how much focus she put into such a simple choice. Her brow remained furrowed in intense thought, transforming her into the ninth-grade Patrice he met during a chance encounter in the library. Truthfully, he didn't have much of an opinion either way. He just wanted to talk to her every second of the day, even if it meant being annoying.Ā
"Get that one."Ā
His sudden interruption startled Patrice out of her zone, adding a final straw to an already exhausted camel's back. Terry grinned in triumph as she closed her eyes for a calming breath.Ā
"Terry," she spoke, slow and measured to keep the peace. "Take the other half of this list and get out of my face. Don't come back until you find everything. I'll meet you at the register."Ā
She didn't give him much time to protest before she shoved a carefully torn half of paper into his chest and sent him on his way. He gave her a sarcastic salute, which she waved off without a second look. She needed a moment alone and didn't care if he came back with Fruity O's instead of Fruit Loops if that meant he would be out of her hair for more than 10 minutes.Ā
Terry found himself slowly meandering around the grocery store with a tiny basket in tow, exhausted by all the options on each aisle. If Patrice hadn't been so meticulous with her lists, he would've given up on the mission and gone back to home base with his tail tucked between his legs.Ā
After sourcing the perfect pint of Oreo ice cream as an apology for his behavior, Terry found himself drawn to the sound of laughter on the next aisle. Sure enough, Patrice was parked by the frozen vegetables and engaged with a man dressed in the store's colors with his eyes directed far too low to be looking at Patrice's face.Ā
Terry quickly reached her location, stopping behind Patrice to show her guest the full extent of his scowl.Ā
Patrice noticed how his once loose body language had gone stiff and sighed. She didn't need to investigate the problem. Only her human pitbull could make a man cower in fear like that.Ā
"Derrick, this is Terry. Terry, this is Derrick. He usually helps me get stuff to my car."Ā
"Ah, man. It's a good thing I'm here, right? We don't need you taking too many breaks from stocking. Mornin' rush can get crazy."Ā
"Terry," Patrice admonished with a harsh whisper and an elbow to his stomach.Ā
Terry remained steadfast, keeping his eyes on Derrick while taking one step closer. A taunting smile tugged on the right side of his mouth. He waited on any sign of fight from his unspoken adversary.Ā
Derrick stood in palpable discomfort, sizing up the outcomes if he decided to test his luck. Each mental scenario led him back to some instance of physical harm on his last shift of the week. He had plans for the weekend, none involving a trip to the emergency room.
Patrice stood between a rock and a hardheaded man, praying that the Lord would end her suffering.
"That's what I was about to say," Derrick answered before shifting his attention back to Patrice. "I think I oughta get going. See you around, Ms. Ellis?"Ā
"Same time next week."Ā
He nodded in half-hearted agreement and hurried out of dodge, with Terry keeping a watchful eye until he was safely around the corner.Ā
Patrice groaned with one hand, rubbing tight circles at her temple. "What in the hell was that about?"Ā
"He wouldn't even look you in the eye. If he can't look you in the eye when he's speaking, he can't protect you, and he doesn't respect you."Ā
"I'm not looking for his protection. I need this water loaded into my trunk every week when you aren't here!"Ā
"I'll never not be here. Problem solved."
His declaration was so sure, so matter of fact, that it left Patrice no room for retort. So she resorted to schoolyard antics.Ā
It was her turn to mock him with an exaggerated, deep voice. "Problem solved. Push the damn cart since you got so much energy."Ā
He obliged without protest and a proud, self-satisfied grin that Patrice couldn't see while she led the way to the register. An unexpected system error had halted all transactions, leaving them log jammed in a long line of restless customers.Ā
Together, they stood sharing light banter and running through weekend tasks, resembling any other couple making a store run to strangers observing them from the outside looking in. Former acquaintances, however, had no problem drawing attention to the pair from three spots back in line.Ā
"I know that ain't who I think it is." Both Patrice's and Terry's eyes darted up to find the source of the loud outburst, only to whisper 'fuckā in tandem when they spotted Katrina Spivey waving her arms to grab their attention. "Hey, Terry Richmond!"Ā
Terry pretended to ignore being singled out by turning his back, earning a stifled laugh from Patrice. Katrina, not one to be deterred, used the moment to push past patrons in line until she reached her destination with a host of angry faces in her wake.Ā
"Well, if it ain't Mr. and Miss Homecoming in the flesh. You two finally stopped kidding around and got married?"Ā
"No," Terry answered without much explanation, his back still turned. Patrice reluctantly made up his slack.Ā
"What Terry meant to say was that we're not married. We're not together at all, actually. But he's here to visit me for a while."Ā
"What a blessing it is to have friends you can lean on when you need a helping hand."
"Amen."
An awkward tension settled into the conversation's lull, compounded by Terry's outright refusal to engage. Patrice was in deep water without a paddle and a co-captain who had already jumped ship.
Katrina wouldn't let the conversation end and take her newfound place in line. She continued to pry.
"Both of y'all look good! How long has it been since we last saw each other, huh? Gotta be since Terry's graduation send-off."Ā
Patrice feigned interest with a hollow smile. "Yeah, I think that was it. A looong time ago. All grown up now."
"And thank God for it! I remember how sad you looked all night because ol' Terry was moving away. Like a little crying puppy!"Ā
Katrina's laughter didn't quite reach Terry or Patrice, who bristled at mentioning one of the more contentious nights in their friendship.Ā
"Everybody's been a little young and dumb, right? Like when you and BJ got caught underneath the bleachers during state championships."Ā
Checkmate. A little reminder of her indiscretions had turned Katrina's condescending smile into a mean mug that could burn through anyone not equally as stubborn.Ā
Terry showed his approval with a light nudge against Patrice's arm. That was his girl. Sweet as pie but a tongue coated in venom when backed against the wall. He'd been on the receiving end on one too many occasions. It felt good to be on the winning side this time.Ā
Three seconds of a Western standoff had culminated in a gift sent via store intercom.Ā
"Apologies for the stoppage, folks. Our registers are back up and running. Thanks for your patience."Ā
Terry moved the cart to place items on the conveyor belt while Patrice waited for the conversation to resume.
Recovering from the sharp end of a verbal lashing, Katrina cleared her throat and grabbed hold of her cart in preparation to skip lines.Ā
"Well, I don't wanna hold y'all too much longer. If y'all don't think you're too good to mingle with us Francis High Hornets anymore, Corey's throwing a little Juneteenth gathering at his daddy's pool hall. This is my personal invite for the both of you."
"We were already invited. Maybe we'll make an appearance."Ā
"That'd be grand."Ā
"I bet it would."
Nice nasty smiles passed between the two foes until Katrina was off to harass some other unsuspecting patron.Ā
Patrice tried to let go of her frustration with an angry huff before turning to catch up with Terry, who was casually moving groceries from the bagging station to the shopping basket. He waited a moment before acknowledging the obvious.Ā
"You over it now, or do I need to iron a shirt for tonight?"Ā
"I'm over it," Patrice answered plainly. She calmly handed over payment for the day's groceries and smiled ever so sweetly to bid the cashier farewell. To an outsider, she'd returned to her zen state without much effort. Terry was no outsider and kept a cautious eye on her as they loaded bags into the trunk and got settled in the front seat of her SUV.Ā
"You sure you're good," he asked as he backed out of their parking space.Ā
"I'm sure, TJ," she answered with almost too much enthusiasm. Terry started a mental countdown for the other shoe to drop. "I'll iron the shirt. You need to shave."Ā
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The final verdict? A plain white T-shirt.Ā
An hour of searching, choosing, rejecting, and choosing again led them to a plain, crisp white tee. Patrice said it went better with her yellow wrap dress, which she chose because her girlfriends were all in dresses, and she wanted to match the occasion. It all sounded like made-up bullshit to Terry. Still, he accepted being treated like a Ken Doll because it meant that his Barbie would agree to a two-hour hard stop at the festivities.Ā
He'd already started his stopwatch when they pulled up on a busy street in front of an even busier hole in the wall.
The smell of fresh grease greeted them upon crossing the threshold from outside into Mister C's Bar and Lounge. Fried fish, French fries, and wings in any flavor you could ask for sat in the service window, waiting for their delivery to any one of the patrons packed from wall to cinderblock wall. Terry inhaled deeply and let his scowl drop for one second to fantasize about a bite of Corey Sr.'s signature catfish and fries basket.Ā
Next came the familiar mix of sweat and weed near the dancefloor as bodies intertwined to some GloRilla song neither of them recognized. Thick traffic in the center of the room paused Patrice on her path to the pool tables, locking her between Terry and a crowd that wouldn't budge.Ā
"Excuse me!" she shouted over a swell of crowd reaction to a new song. "I need to get by!"Ā
No response. Not even a look back as she used a hand to create space between her and a group of men debating nonsense. Before she could try again, Terry used one hand to push her forward and his voice to clear the way.Ā
"Yo, step out of the way. We need to get through." Direct and to the point. He left no room for misinterpretation, and his baritone's boom left no confusion about who was calling the shots. Patrice watched with her lips slightly parted in awe.Ā
The first reaction to his demand was the embers of confrontation. Each member of the group sized Terry up, noticing his heavy scowl and size in comparison to their own. Then, they realized that this wasn't a winning game.Ā
The flashiest of the group nodded, though disdain at the mere suggestion that he was in the way kept his mouth in a tight frown. "Yeah, you good, OG. My fault."Ā
Another light push propelled Patrice forward as Terry maintained with each man until they had passed.Ā
Once they were out of the mix and nearing their destination, he advised, "Stay close." Patrice nodded her compliance, shocking Terry into a slight smile in appreciation for her obedience.Ā
Sparks of electricity shot between them but had no time to turn into a total current before Corey called out to them.Ā
"Treece! Terry! We over here!"Ā
Surrounded by familiar faces from Francis Edward's Class of 2010, Corey welcomed them with open arms and his ever-present 100-watt smile. At a slight 5'6", 150 on his best day, he'd always been larger than his frame would suggest. Loud and flamboyant had always been the name of his game, earning him anything he set his sights on.
It didn't take long for the trio and Corey's wife, June, to fall into familiar habits and friendly jabs at one another as they took their seats in a makeshift VIP section by the pool tables. The Three-Headed Monster was their moniker in high school, and they moved like a military force. Terry was the enforcer, while Corey and Patrice served as judge and prosecutor. If you had an issue with one, you had an issue with all three.Ā
"Your security is lax. Who trained them?" Terry pointed out during a dead spot in conversation.Ā
Corey followed his eyeline to the two young men standing at the door and back. "My boy at the sheriff's office. What you see?"Ā
"They look soft. It wouldn't take much to overpower them and get in for some drama. You only have one exit. Somebody breeches this place, and you're on the hook for a tragedy. Plus, the one on the left is scared. He'll be the first to leave if things get hot. Watch him."
"Impressive," June remarked, smiling at Patrice, who subtly playfully waved her off.
"Hm." Corey took a long pull from his cigar, taking in the information before responding." You here for a minute, T? I got some connections over at Liberty if you looking to get back in the swing of things."Ā
"Contract?"Ā
"Whatever you need, man. You know I'm good for it."
Terry looked over at Patrice for some indication that she believed in Corey, and she returned with a subtle nod and encouraging smile. June looked between them and then at her husband before clearing her throat.Ā
"It looks like Kel and his boy are back on the pool table. You know he still owes you a game from when he cheated last week."Ā
"Hell yeah," Corey agreed as he turned in his seat to get a look at his enemy. "Aye, T, you trynna make $100 real quick?"Ā
"It's either that or you gotta come dance with me," Patrice challenged. "This rum and pineapple got me feeling a little loose."Ā
She wasn't lying. A taste of alcohol in her system was starting to make her want to explore parts of the Patrice she thought she left at North Carolina A&T. Every heart-rattling thump of Megan Thee Stallion's latest and greatest had her thinking about reminding everyone in the room that she could move with the best of them.Ā
Her little grind in her seat made Terry show teeth in a small grin before he stood to his full height and looked down at her. His eyes were hooded and dreamy from some combination of exhaustion and a contact high, reintroducing that spark from before.
"Don't go too far. I'll be back with your money in a little bit."Ā
Patrice's tongue felt too heavy to respond coherently past a punch-drunk nod. June watched her watch him make his way down the platform and into the crowd until both men were out of earshot.Ā
She whistled and shook her head. "That's a good-looking man, ain't he?"Ā
"Who? Corey? He alright. He's like a slightly more attractive Taye Diggs."Ā
"First off, ouch," June laughed. "Second, I was talking about Terry. He was cute in high school, but I'll be damned if that second puberty didn't take him to a whole 'nother level."Ā
"Don't tell him that. His head is big enough."
"You know you wrong for that." If the music weren't so loud, everyone in the building would've heard the pair guffawing over Patrice's petty insult.Ā
Once they contained themselves, June took a sip from her margarita and shifted in her seat to get closer to Patrice.
"He likes you still." Five plain words shook Patrice internally as she struggled to maintain a poker face. June continued. "I see the way he looks for your approval and damn near trips on himself to fulfill your every whim. You're all he talks about when he and Corey get on the phone."Ā
"They talk?"Ā
"From time to time. I think he needs a man's opinion sometimes, you know?"Ā
Patrice wrestled with the influx of information as June continued.Ā
"That man is mean as a snake. Always has been and always will be. But, you bring something out of him. Even if you can't always see it."Ā
"If that were the case, things would've been different for us back then."Ā
June shrugged. "Maybe. Or maybe you're right where you're supposed to be. I know I can't make you do what you don't wanna do, but if what I say means anything, focus on today. Thirty-two-year-old Terry is so much more prepared to love you than eighteen-year-old Terry was."Ā
Punctuating her advice, June tapped Patrice's leg twice before taking a step away to refill their tray of food.Ā
Focus on today.
The words replayed in her mind repeatedly; even after their two hours were up, Terry had returned $100 richer, and they were back on the road to their quiet slice of the world.Ā
They rode together in content quiet, letting the Quiet Storm host talk while Terry tapped his fingers on the steering wheel in time with the music.Ā
Randomly, he would glance in her direction, assuming she had lost the sleep battle to her old friend Bacardi. When he reached over to adjust the air vent on her side of the car, he was surprised when she mumbled a low "thank you."Ā
"My bad. I thought you were sleeping."Ā
"No. My head is swimming, though. Don't let me drink that much anymore." she laughed.Ā
He chuckled along with her but didn't agree to keep her from letting her hair down occasionally. In his eyes, seeing her relaxed and carefree was a gift to the world.Ā
The opening notes of Tevin Campbell's "I'm Ready" swirled around them, sounding like a secret message to Patrice as she focused on streetlights to keep the contents of her dinner inside her stomach.Ā
"Hey," she whispered before she could catch herself. Terry acknowledged her with a glance. "Do you think you're still scared?"Ā
"Of what?"Ā
"Of whatever kept you away for so long?"
He thought for a moment, wanting to make sure he was clear with his word. "No. I was never afraid of you. I was afraid of bringing you along for a ride I might not survive. That's not a threat anymore. So, no, I'm not scared anymore."
You know I'm ready
To love you
ForeverĀ
Patrice reached across the center console until she reached Terry's hand to interlock her fingers with his. He gave her an appreciative squeeze without taking his eyes off the road.Ā
"I-I don't think I'm scared anymore either."
Her heart raced wildly behind her ribs, and Patrice was that if Terry pressed his wrist close enough to hers, he could feel her pulse accelerate. He didn't mind either way. Sweaty palms and trembling fingers would never be enough for him to let her go. Not again.Ā
As if she'd break if he moved too fast, Terry brought her hand to his lips slowly. One kiss. Another. Two more. And a final one for good measure.Ā
When he'd had his fill of her skin, he pressed the spot up against his cheek. He needed to feel and absorb her until they were one body.Ā
But, for tonight at least, this was enough.
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I would love more chubby Dazai stories or headcanons if you have them! I also love the idea of cooking for him and feeding him and him having a cute chubby little belly! š
More to Love (Dazai x Reader)
In which dazai notices a few changes with himself
a/n: also never thought I'd be one of those people to write crazy unhinged author's note but here I am. I am soooo sorry it took literal months to reply to your ask but (buckle up) my mom died and I got laid off from my job so here I am, with the world of free time and a bucket of grief. Enjoy this short drabble!
My other dazai fics: here, here, here, here :]
Bye now - Mars ā”
After years of being together, Dazai notices heās been gaining some weight, and his thinness is no longerĀ visible.
Dazai has never felt at home with his body, but he also never cared about his size, or weight. He had much darker things to fill his time and days with than obsessing over his meatsac. His mind, his dark thoughts, his past, the blood on his hands, Odasaku.
When he started his relationship with you, it was all intense and consuming at first. Over the months, that passion has simmered into a softer slow loving. More deeply intimate.
Slowly his days merged with yours and your routines incorporated his. From making space in your closet for his clothes to always keeping extra rolls of bandages in your bathroom cupboard, and even tossing in canned crab into the cart when you grocery shopped. It all fell into place naturally. He was meant to be here, with you.
He noticed all the little adjustments you made with your space for him and he was grateful, truly.Ā
He also noticed how youād slyly get him to take care of himself more. A sweet little āfor me?ā easily did the trick. He was no match for your sweet tone and beautiful hope-filled eyes.
Dazai found himself changing slowly. Heād no longer drink sake first thing in the morning, instead heād sit in the kitchen and entertain you with his dramatics and sweet words as you made a simple loving warm breakfast for you two. He especially loved when youād make Korean sandwiches and shape the eggs into heart shapes. You were as much of a sap as he was.Ā
Osamu also started eating lunch. Not necessarily because he wanted to or he was hungry. But because he hated that sad disappointed look on your face when he didnāt eat the lunch you packed him. He saved all your notes and drawings, and he would share his meal with the young detective if he was having a particularly bad day and just couldnāt bring himself to eat.
When he got back home, all he wanted to do was sink into the couch and hug you and never let go. Youād whine about having dinner together and like a hopeless man in love heād indulge you, even if it was a little treat. His favourite treat to indulge in was you. Ever the corny horny man he is.Ā
Over the years of being together he had noticed a drastic change in his eating habits. The biggest one being he actually eats now.Ā
And with eating, and a good loving, he inevitably noticed the weight he gained.
Heās not bothered by it. Heās even fascinated by the new softness of his body. And heās flourishing in the added attention you give him. You seem to like this new weight. More of him to love, you tell him with a sweet kiss to his lips.Ā
He even went with you to buy new clothes for him. He obviously grabbed the opportunity to pull you into the changing room and absolutely wrecked you. Safe to say by the end of that shopping spree, you were full of cum, and his closet was full of new clothes.
Demands kisses and hickeys on the softer parts of his body and will not hesitate to moan wantonly when you cave and do it. Be sure to bite him too, gets him going.Ā
Press soft kisses and praise his newfound stretch marks and heās folding you in two and hammering his cock into you, only to softly cuddle you after with whispers of love and affection.
#marswrites#dazai osamu#bsd dazai#dazai x reader#bsd x reader#dazai fluff#bsd fluff#bungo stray dogs#osamu fluff#osamumybaby#universesweetheart#unemployed activities
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Twisted || San
pairing: Stalker!Choi San x fem!reader
w.c.: 8.1k
Warnings: [Violence] Graphic Violence, mention of wounds and torture. [Sexual] Smut, dom!San, voyeourism, cum play, unprotected sex, name calling, oral sex (female receiving), rough sex, spanking, choking. If you're a minor, refrain from reading it. Also, if you don't like this content, just keep scrolling.
Summary: You had been getting calls and texts from a mystery number for a few months now, you even went to the lengths of installing a security alarm because you didn't feel safe anymore. If only you knew what you thought was danger was closer than you thought...
Aprox. time of reading: 36 minutes
After you stepped in your place, you started to analyze everything that met your eyes, trying to remember if it was in that exact place before you left. Small details like: was the empty vase settled perfectly in the middle of the top shelf over your TV, or was it a bit to the right? Did you set your shoes straight at the left of the door, or you left in such a hurry that you didn't bother? Maybe you were just being a little too paranoid.
Closing the door behind you, you made sure to lock it, turning the key twice, hearing the two clicks, before you took them out and also closed all the extra locks you had added for your own security. Finishing that routine with your hand pulling the knob, just to make sure the door was indeed closed.
It wasn't like something happened, but ever since you started receiving anonymous texts, you prioritized your safety more than anything else. At first, they were dumb messages you could ignore, things that any bored person would've sent to mess with the first person they came across to on social media -especially when you had all your professional sites linked to your Instagram. But those texts weren't prank calls or horny texts, that you could easily ignore and move on. No. There was something dark in them, something so personal and intimate, despite not displaying anything, that gave you goosebumps every time you dared to read them. And it only got worse when pictures were sometimes linked to them. Photos of you taken from afar, keeping a safe distance so you wouldn't be able to notice them as you did your day to day chores -something as simple as going grocery shopping, going to work or even meeting up with your family.
That person knew everything about you. Where you lived, what were your favorite places, when he'd be able to find you there... So easy to hunt.
It wasn't surprising you decided to reach out to the police, but also to one of the classmates you had in college, and that you saw every once in a long while whenever a small crew from your past colleagues decided to do a gathering to meet up and catch up with one another's lives.
You saw it clearly when one of your friends mentioned his father owned a security company and also added how San was quite good with technology, after you mentioned how there had been many robberies in your area so no one would be scandalized for what was happening to you.
Although San didn't ask a single question about it. He just installed the camera -that glared at the door, but still caught half of your couch- and the sensors in your living room, finishing his work by installing an app on your laptop and your phone, so you would have control of the security system from those devices. You weren't really surprised by his silence, because back in uni he didn't speak much either -that was why it didn't make much sense to you as to how he ended up in that group of friends either. Not like it was that important.
He was so intriguing, yet so expendable at the same time. The type of man that only got your interest while he was in front of you, because as soon as he stepped away, you completely forgot of his existence. It definitely wasn't because of his looks, at all. He was attractive. Sharp features that looked so intimidating, but also appealing at the same time. His foxy brown eyes radiated something you weren't able to tell, maybe because he never kept his eyes on you properly whenever he was in your presence. Under his clothes, you could tell he probably had a thin body -maybe more toned than what you were imagining, but that was the most your imagination could reach when it came to him. He was also tall, but not excessively, just enough to have you slightly curving your neck to look up to him when he was a bit too close.
San would be your ideal man if he only spoke more than two words in a row.
After having dinner, and making sure you've picked up everything you left around your house when you left in a hurry that morning, you decided to head to your room.
You just turned on your laptop to have some background sound while you put your clothes back in the closet, playing the first video that appeared on your recommended list on Youtube.
The sound of the notification got your heart beating fast, assuming it was one creepy picture again, but your body relaxed when you saw Chris' name on your screen, along with a suggestive pic. You smirked, placing your forearm over your chest, hiding just enough to be as suggestive as him before you snapped a picture. And while you giggled and found some joy in it, there was someone else who didn't like a single bit of what he was seeing.
San saw your half naked figure in one of the monitors, in the darkness of his room, clicking his tongue and twisting his jaw when he saw the kind of pic and text you exchanged with that guy on the other monitor. With you, it was impossible for him to know what mood he'd be in for the night. He had seen you in several different states and situations, and he swore he got more attached to you the more he observed. Except this. This was one of the things that made him want to block your phone out of nowhere, staring at your confusion and rejoicing after interrupting that short sexting time.
But he didn't. He controlled himself and just allowed you to go on, witnessing every dirty word and naughty promise you were dedicating to someone that wasn't him -but that one day it would, and he'd made sure of it.
You slipped the last piece of clothing down your legs before you kneeled in the middle of the bed, still with your phone in your hands -and judging by the intensity of the conversation, he knew what was coming next. Dragging one of the pillows where you were, straddling it, you got everything ready.
San looked at you intensely when you started grinding your hips against the fabric of your pillow, studying every move, admiring the shadows the lights from the streets created on your body, and how he was able to see how perfectly stiff your nipples were despite the distance. You placed it all facing your computer, almost as if you wanted to pull that show for him.
Chris: Are you fucking yourself with your fingers thinking it's my cock?
You: Yeah
San silently scoffed at your reply, seeing how desperately you moved your hips against the pillow.
"Liar, liar, liar" he sang, shaking his head slowly.
It didn't matter though, because you lied to another guy. He knew you wouldn't ever be able to lie to him. You would never do something like that.
Your head fell back, moving faster before you dropped your phone over the mattress. And San cheered at seeing that monitor going black in the middle of the conversation. Seeing you like that was a spectacle he loved seeing, but all those texts with someone else made it less attractive. He loved seeing you in that state, so lost in your own pleasure that you weren't aware how hard your fingers were gripping on the fabric of the covers and how your lips were perfectly parted. He had lost count of the many times he had jerked himself off to that same image, studying your orgasms throughout those weeks to be able to tell when you were close so he would finish at the same time. You always dropped a high pitched scream leave, before your lips puckered and your eyes shut tight as you orgasmed, slowly stopping your moves. San definitely enjoyed it more when you just randomly touched yourself because you watched some good porn that made it difficult to control yourself. Wet pussy in full display in front of the monitor as you slid two fingers in, or just rubbed your clit, while lazily looking down at the scenes on the screen. It felt different to what you were doing that day. He wasn't even able to enjoy it properly...
San sat on his chair, full attention on the monitors as soon as he got a notification of your alarm being disconnected. You entered abruptly in your place, hands grasping on the new guy's clothes as if you were looking to rip them off. Soon you two were completely naked, and you were straddling his lap on your couch, letting your bodies clap against one another with every move of your hips.
He just looked at you two, expressionless while he fought his need to stop what he was seeing. His phone was so close to his hand, he only had to send one of the several pics he had saved of you to know you'd stop it all.
The hard slap on your ass, followed by a groan from you, was the last straw for him. He twisted his lips, finally reaching for his phone.
It seemed like he wasn't doing his job properly if you were going to allow just anyone to step in your place. He couldn't let you be so reckless and get away with it, you just needed to be reminded of your daily risks again.
You were immersed on how you were feeling, moving your hips automatically to reach that high that was so close from you. Still humping on Chris' dick, you reached to your phone, stretching your arm behind you while he held you tight so you wouldn't lose balance. Although he didn't need to hold you for much longer, because your whole body froze over him when you looked at the screen.
Unknown: So you need more than just pics now?
That text was followed by one of the pics you sent Chris the other day, and you weren't sure how else you were supposed to react, but you rushed to stand up and cover yourself with your oversized flannel, while the brunet man just looked at you confused.
"I need you to leave" you crossed your arms over your chest.
"Leave? Now?" he smirked, thinking you were joking "I just got here".
"I don't give a fuck" you threw his clothes at him. "You think this is a game? Fine, game over. I'm done".
"What are you talking about?".
"What am I talking about? You've been sharing the pics I've sent you around" you commented, showing him the new text. "Tell your friends that it's not funny at all. You're a bunch of dickheads".
You knew Chris, you knew his circle as well, and you saw them completely capable of pulling an anonymous joke on you just for their laughs. But the fact that they did it in a time where you were so sensitive to everything got you even angrier than you'd have been before.
"You're crazy, you know that?" Chris replied, putting his clothes on. "You would've been a good fuck, but it's definitely not worth it" he stared at you. "'I'm not ready' 'I can't meet today'" he mimicked your voice. "Always leaving me with blue balls only to end up kicking me out over that bullshit. Fuck off, Y/n".
San smiled throughout the whole argument, completely ignoring the fact that you didn't even think of him when you saw the picture back in your phone. He could omit that, knowing that Chris was going to leave your apartment in the next three minutes. But his smile slowly dropped when he started speaking, mocking you and dragging you for just making him wait until you were ready. Who did he think he was to speak at you that way?
Somebody needed to be humbled.
He made sure to come back to you later that night, hands still tinted in a soft red by the blood he wasn't able to take away on the first cleanse, while his fingers traced your cheek as if it was the most delicate thing he had ever touched. Suddenly mesmerized by how peaceful you were in your sleep.
Your hair was spread over the white pillow, and your right arm stretched to the empty space next to you, making sure your body would take most part of it. And seeing you like that, he assured again he would never allow anyone else to treat you the way Chris did a few hours before. He broke his hands for ever thinking he was enough to touch you, and did the same with his jaw for even thinking the words he aimed at you.
You would always be safe.
It had been a few days since you last heard of Chris. And just like him, the anonymous text and weird calls also disappeared. You were quite used to relating everything to coincidences, but that one just seemed a bit too suspicious to ignore it.
It didn't matter though. You were finally able to breathe.
Moving around your apartment, you stopped when you were finally done cleaning the house. The fresh scent made you excitedly jump in your place, happy to be able to enjoy that delicate smell before it disappeared with your nose getting used to it.
San unconsciously smiled when he witnessed the way you moved in the same place, letting the elastic of your shorts raise accidentally from your hips to your waist with every small jump.
He thought he was going to be enjoying another show from you, taking your clothes off in the middle of the living room while you made your way to the bathroom. But all his hopes were interrupted by the sound of your phone.
Grace.
Reading that name instantly made him roll his eyes. She was a pain in the ass whenever they hung out, always trying to keep you away from him, moving around you like a satellite to make sure he wouldn't get close enough to start a conversation.
And if only she was interesting enough to keep a conversation through the phone... But no, she was as obnoxious and priggish, even when he wasn't seeing her face. The tone of her voice allowed him to picture perfectly the shape of her face moving with her words, and that was the only time he allowed himself to disconnect from you. At least until his name casually dropped in the conversation.
"San? What about him?" you asked, supporting yourself on the back of the couch.
You didn't know why she was suddenly sneaking his name in the conversation, when you two were talking about how Chris suddenly disappeared after being a complete asshole to you.
"I think he has a crush on you" she giggled.
Frowning, unable to tell whether she was right or not, you tried to know why she thought that "You think so?".
You were aware of some of the glances he aimed at you while you weren't looking, whenever you two hung out with the group. But you never thought too deep about it.
"No" Grace cackled, making San move uncomfortably on his seat. "He's so weird it's hard to tell what goes through his head. I bet he has never gotten his dick wet".
"You say that because he has never tried to fuck you like Sam and Will" you rolled your eyes. "I just think we might not be his type, and that's okay. He's fine though, whoever ends up with him will land in heaven".
"Really?"
San's jaw clenched with every new comment Grace made. It was as if she couldn't deal with the fact that you were praising him.
"Really" you nodded.
There was a silence between you that made him uncomfortable, as if the next thing that would be said was meant to change his plans completely.
And he wasn't wrong.
"I've been good, maybe I need a bit of heaven"
"My god... what do you mean?"
"I think I like him".
"You make no sense" you scoffed, although he wasn't able to tell if it was due to tiredness or you were suddenly upset about something. "You like him but you were throwing dirt on him?"
"You said he was fine. Of course I needed to throw dirt on him".
"Because I have eyes" you placed your hand on your hip. "You were the one who asked".
"Also, you should've heard yourself when I said he has a crush on you. Do you still have a crush on him?".
San suddenly looked confused at the monitor, trying to read your exhausted expression before you turned, back facing the camera.
"That was years ago" you assured her. "You know what would've happened at the Christmas party. Like I said, we're not his type. So it was for the better that he didn't show up".
Were you talking about the Christmas party a few people in your class organized to get to know each other? If he had known you were feeling that way about him, he'd have attended no matter what.
His brain was working the fastest it had ever worked, trying to wrap himself around the idea that you would be his in that exact moment if he had gone to the party. And it only got worse when he remembered the reason he didn't go: Grace. She told him you weren't feeling comfortable around him, and that was also why he tried to get closer to your group of friends the next months -although he couldn't stand a single one of them. He tried to be more approachable for you, only to be part of a shitty group of friends and have you more distant and disinterested in him than before.
If he ever thought he hated the several guys you introduced to them in those three years, he was proved what real hate was in that moment. Rage took control of his body, finding himself picking up the keyboard just to crash it against the desk, not caring in the slightest for the several keys flying around with every hit he made.
If she wanted to mess with him, it was fine. He'd mess with her, too.
You looked for Grace all night. Going from one group of people to another, trying to get to know where the hell she was. It wasn't the first time she left you hanging and made you handle all by yourself everything that was related to your birthday party.
You never expected much from her in general, but missing your birthday party? That was a new low for her, especially when she encouraged you to drop a party that you didn't even want in the first place.
Hopeful that the message you received was from her, when you felt your phone buzzing in your hand, you unlocked the screen. Only to feel your heart squeeze in your chest when you realized it wasn't Grace, and it wasn't a message supposed to make you happy either.
Unknown: I'm getting closer to you. No one will tear us apart
The promise in those words got your hairs raising, your whole body was only able to pay attention to that text while you ignored everything that was going on around you. Your friends slowly disappeared, the music started to vanish until it turned to sounds with no rhythm.
A hand on your shoulder brought you back to reality, making your body squirm slightly as you turned ready to fight. Both of his eyebrows raised with concern, trying to calm you down at the same time he took a step back.
"I didn't mean to scare you" he assured you, while one of his gentle hands stroke your upper arm.
"Don't worry" you shook your head. "I don't really know why I reacted that way" you shyly mentioned, scratching your temple.
"I mean, I know I'm not the hottest, but to the point of scaring you..." he teased you, suddenly grinning. Calm at seeing you sigh and light a smile, he spoke again "Happy birthday, Y/n".
Something in his attitude shifted. You weren't complaining at all, but it wasn't the way San usually acted around you. He tended to be more serious, and distant. And today he was close and cheerful, you'd dare to say he even seemed flirty.
"Did you come alone?"
"Yeah" he nodded, both hands peeking inside the pockets of his dark jeans. "Who would I come with?".
"I don't know. A girlfriend?" you joked. And you regretted your own words, because why the thought of him having someone else was making your stomach twist that way "Or maybe a colleague. I didn't say you couldn't bring any people".
"I think it'll be enough with you" he playfully mentioned.
You looked down while smiling, trying to hide how hard your cheeks were burning for his words.
"Want to get some fresh air?" he invited you, bending over you a bit so he'd be able to whisper in your cheek "I got you a present".
San was the first one in that party that thought about getting you something for your day. At that point, he could've bought you a pair of socks, and you'd be treasuring that detail for the rest of your life.
You both made your way out of the club, only hearing the drowned music behind you whenever the big door closed behind the people that either came in or out. He handed you the shiny box that he had left at the wardrobe, waiting for your reaction while you broke the wrapping paper. "You really didn't have to".
Instead of answering, San just shook his head, waiting for your face when you finally opened the white box and saw what was inside of it.
It was a vintage well-crafted music box. The same one you had been looking for for years. You touched every small pearl, every golden detail, amused with the idea of finally having it in your hands. He could've bought the basic version, that only had a sun at the top, but instead he made his way to the upgraded one -the same one you gave up on because of how expensive it was.
Biting your lip, you moved the key in circles, until you reached the top and just let it turn by itself, hearing the automated and slow sound that came from it.
"How did you know?"
"I heard you mentioning it one of the times we hung out with the group" he answered ", and also when I installed the security system".
Clearly, he lied. He couldn't tell you he saw what you were looking at on your phone on one monitor, while he spied on you with the other.
"I wasn't sure if you'd like this one..." he lied, trying to make it less weird.
"You kidding? It's the one I've been saving up money for" you closed the box. "Thank you so much".
You two weren't close. You were a touchy person, in general, but never with San. But that day your arms wrapped around his neck instinctively, while you stood in your tiptoes, trying to feel him as close as possible. Unlike what you expected, San wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you closer, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. It was a simple touch, but your whole body reacted when you felt his lips on your shoulder.
You didn't let him move away from you, your lips met his before he was able to stand properly. A soft and chaste kiss, a simple rub of your mouth that got San floating, just to fall back to the ground when you moved back.
"I'm sorry" you quickly apologized, moving away. "I didn't know... It was a mistake".
"Really?" he tilted his head, while his eyes looked harshly at you.
"I can't do this"
"Why?"
"I can't do this to Grace" you whispered, remembering how she confessed her feelings to him not even a few days ago.
"And who gives a fuck about her?"
Those were his last words before he pulled you back into a kiss, hands gripping your neck to make sure you wouldn't move away again. Guilt only stayed with you for a few seconds, the time it took him to suck on your lower lip with such delicacy and slowness that made your knees go weak.
His lips were demanding, yet soft and careful, on yours. You were so receptive to what he was giving you, that he thought he was dreaming. Finally having his hands on you, while his tongue dug in your mouth, trying to discover every corner in it. Your back arched instantly when he set your neck free, hands moving down your torso, until he was cupping your ribs, thumbs ghosting the edge of your breasts.
"You taste so fucking good" he groaned against your lips. "So so fucking good, Y/n".
He meant every single word, finally living what he had been fantasizing about for years. And you topped his expectations, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and playing with his hair while he moved down to your jaw and finally sank his mouth on your neck.
"San" you sighed, head automatically moving to the side so he'd have better access to that spot. "We can't..." you found yourself battling with your own voice to get the words out properly "Not here".
At that point, he didn't care where to do it, or how many people were watching. He just wanted to be buried deep in you, and mark you as his like he had been dreaming of for so long.
"Let's go to your place"
San sucked on your neck slower when he heard your idea. His house was the last place he wanted you to be at that moment, not when there were so many things he needed to keep from you.
"I think it'd be better to go to your house instead" he tried to make you change your mind.
"It's a mess. I doubt we'll be able to find the bed there"
He knew, he saw the way you dropped your clothes all over the place every time you change clothes because the outfits weren't convincing enough, and he saw how you gave one last regretful look before you closed the door behind you.
"I can fuck you somewhere else" he joked.
"Let's just go to your place" you grabbed his wrist. "I've never been there, and I'm curious".
If there was a way to really know someone, it was getting inside their home and being able to see every small detail that could give away their personality and habits. You had been in most of your friends' houses, but despite knowing San for three years, you had never been in his.
When you bit his lip and pulled it in between your teeth while looking him in the eye, he wondered how he was supposed to resist what you wanted. There was no way he would ever be able to say no to you.
He only had to keep you away from one room. That was it.
You were aware of how tense he suddenly was on your way there, his hands were rigid on his lap while he kept his eyes away from you. It was as if he was back at his usual self, completely forgetting the man he pretended to be back in the party.
"If you're really uncomfortable about it, we can go to your place another day. I didn't mean to pressure you".
San landed his eyes on you. You were definitely the sweetest person he had ever met, a living ray of sunshine wherever you went. Maybe that was what drew him to you the first time he saw you with that big smile in class.
"I don't usually take girls home"
You knew he wasn't sharing his apartment with more people, he lived completely by himself. So your heart softened at the idea that, maybe, he wasn't really the type to do one night stands.
"I promise I'll make it worth it" you whispered against his lips.
"You already are" he assured you.
He kissed you again, pinching your chin to keep your face up in his direction, while his other hand moved over your thigh, hiding in the back of your knee. You thought you'd be having a hot make out session in the back of the back, but he broke the kiss when you were about to slide your tongue in your mouth.
"I can't get enough of you, angel"
One of the reasons that kept him from moving closer to you was how afraid he was of going so deep he wouldn't be able to escape. If he ever got the taste of you, he wouldn't ever want to give up on you. But he was already trapped. The first year, he tried to focus on other girls, but you were the only one that kept showing up in his head every time he tried to. And by the second year, he was too far gone. He needed to know absolutely everything about you, it wasn't enough with the superficial talk you had whenever you met up by chance. And you served yourself in a silver plate when you gave him access to your house and all your devices. It was as if you wanted him to know everything about you.
San was sweet and gentle with you the second you two stepped in his apartment. He went slow and easy on you, treating you like you were the most delicate thing he had ever crossed ways with.
His tongue traced every curve of your body, as if he wanted to keep them with him forever. He hugged you tight, and hid his face in the curve of your neck every time he pounded into you, feeling in heaven with every squeeze of your walls. He then knew you were definitely made for him. You woke up in the middle of the night, turning to San to find him peacefully sleeping while his hand held your neck with care. You were convinced you were over him, but your old self was jumping excited in your head, still not able to process you finally got to sleep with the man you fantasized about.
Maybe you should've stayed in bed and got back to sleep, but you suddenly felt uneasy and uncomfortable, forced to get up. You moved slowly, trying not to wake San up before you made your way outside to look for the bathroom.
Unlike in your place, there wasn't a bathroom inside his bedroom, so you had to look into the first door you saw as soon as you walked outside in the dark. You wanted to step back and move to the only door left, but something about that room dragged you in.
The small light from the computer tower lit the room vaguely, only allowing you to see some squared shapes.
Maybe you should've just ignored it, and closed the door behind you while you looked for the bathroom, but the fact that you barely knew anything about San -and the thought of that possibly allowing you to know more- encouraged you to step in.
You were expecting some nerdy things. Maybe that was the "dude room" where he kept his funkos, his anime dolls and the eight seasons of Game of Thrones on DVD. But you felt your blood stop running through your veins when you switched the lights on. In front of you, there was a wall filled with pics of you, you could even recognize some of those pictures because he had sent them to you to scare you. Some of those pics were the cause you installed the security alarm in your house.
Walking towards the computer, you were scared of what you'd find there. You lost balance for a hot second, feeling your body falling backwards when you saw your empty living room in one of the screens, while the other two were completely black.
"I didn't know you were this nosy, angel"
His deep voice filled the silence in the room, falling heavy on your back before you found the courage to turn around and face him. That soft and gentle gaze was gone, and was replaced by an icy look you had never seen before on anyone.
"What's all this?"
"Do you really need me to explain it to you?" his right eyebrow raised, looking down at you ironically. "I think it's quite obvious".
"All this time... It was you?" you could've run, but your back was glued to the desk.
"All this time" he nodded, taking one final step in your direction. "But you're finally where you belong".
He tried to reach your cheek with the reverse of his fingers, but you moved away, avoiding his touch while your eyes were still on his. San's smile widened after your reaction.
"That's how you knew about the music box..." you frowned, realizing how deep in your intimacy and privacy he'd gone to watch you.
"I know everything about you" he continued. "I even know about the people that hurt you when you were too blind to see it.
And, suddenly, a few names started crossing your mind. But San spoke before you could take a guess.
"Remember that guy... " he supported his weight on the edge of the desk, caging you "Johnny, was it? I don't know when he thought that crossing any boundaries with you would give him a happy ending" San scoffed.
He was probably one of the longest flings, and the one that got you in that weird situation where you thought you were finally over San. Although he ended up making you be done with men in general during one of your dates, when he didn't understand that you rathered to go home to suck his dick, rather than doing it behind one of the bushes in the middle of the night. The next day, he showed up with his face full of bruises and wounds, with his right hand bandaged, and with his apologies written down in paper because he wasn't able to speak properly.
Seeing your realizing gaze, San continued "Chris had the same fate" he clicked his tongue. "He didn't understand that he needed to treat you right if he wanted to be around you, so I had to break his other hand to get him to understand". He bent closer to you, letting his warm breath coat your chin "And don't even get me started on Grace. She played you, and fooled you into thinking I didn't like you because she knew I would never like her back".
"What did you do to her?"
"There's only one way to get liars to stop telling lies" that dark smile was back at it again. "Remember that scene in the House of Wax?".
Of course you remembered. Your whole body squirmed at the sensation of feeling your lips glued together, and only being able to separate them in the most hurtful way possible, while you watched the movie at night by yourself a few weeks ago.
"She really thought she could get in between you and me, and that I'd let it go so easily" he shook his head. "She now knows I'd do anything to keep you".
You should've been scared for yourself, you should've been thinking of the several ways to get out of there safely and make it to the nearest police station, but you stood there, staring into his eyes, finding some type of amusement in his words. You had heard several boys telling you exactly what he said, although most of them were either desperate to get inside your pants or were on a countdown for their climax. But San seemed so honest about it, so captivating that everything else suddenly disappeared.
"Anything?"
San was surprised by your question, confused by the tone you were using, and intrigued by the way your eyes landed on his. You raised your chin, leaving the scared deer one behind, to face him and mirror a tiny bit of his confident presence.
"Whatever you want, angel"
You looked over your shoulder, body feeling a bit hotter when you thought of the things he might've seen while looking at that same screen.
"I think it's time to stop looking at that screen, isn't it?" you turned to him.
"You aren't scared?"
His brows furrowed slightly while asking that question, doubting whether you were serious or just pulling an act to run away as soon as he let his guard down. And you were at first. But the more he spoke, the more he explained, the faster you realized he was never thinking of landing a hand on you. He could've if he had wanted to. He had several occasions, and many ways to do so. But he always kept a safe distance, always looking at you from afar.
"Should I?" you challenged him.
"Never".
You smiled, getting closer to him while standing in your tiptoes, just to be able to rub your lips on his earlobe.
"I know you're twisted" you whispered in his ear. "But, baby, you have no idea how twisted I can be, too. Maybe you didn't watch me for long enough"
Unlike all the kisses you shared tonight, there was some fury in this new kiss. He cupped your cheeks harshly, keeping you still in place while his lips moved speedily and expected yours to keep his pace. His tongue twirled on yours when he invaded your mouth with no previous warning, and your toes almost curled when the tip traced your palate smoothly.
"I've controlled myself too much tonight" he informed you with a raspy voice.
"It was too mild for someone who's been waiting for this for three years" you challenged him.
"Angel, you're going to regret ever saying that" he assured you, hands gripping tight on your thighs. "There will be nothing left of you when I'm done" he lifted your body, placing you on top of his deck. "You think you can challenge me to break this tiny pussy of yours and get away with it easily? Things don't work like that".
He hummed, looking down at your body. His fingers raised the fabric of his t-shirt, softly caressing your naked skin with his tips as he moved it up. He hummed when he had you completely naked in front of him, just that it was a billion times better than the first time. Because you were looking at the real him, and you were even more turned on than you were earlier that night.
His palm covered your pussy, rubbing against your clit, before his mouth was pulling from your hard nipple. There was something more dangerous than him and everything he did, and it was the way he was looking up at you while his tongue lewdly moved around your hand button. His teeth pulled from it, earning a sudden whine as he pulled harder than you expected, changing to your other nipple to do the right same thing.
San moved back, sinking two fingers in you suddenly, having you holding onto the edge of his desk so your body wouldn't fall back over the monitors. A few seconds later, the squeaking sounds, along with his groans and your gasps filled the room.
"You're mine forever, Y/n. Right?" he grabbed your jaw harshly, forcing you to look at him through your needy pleasure. "I won't ever let you go, and you won't ever leave my side".
Your head instantly nodded with no control when he curved his fingers in you, stroking that right spot until you lost any control of your body, doing and saying everything he wanted and needed.
"Aren't you my good and obedient girl?" he added his thumb on your clit, giving your brain a hard time trying to process everything that was going on.
Your humming and nods weren't enough anymore. He gave you a soft slap on your cheek, trying to get you to react and be vocal so he'd hear what he wanted to at that moment. "I am" you moaned, arching your hips for him.
"That's right, making me so proud" he bit your chin, before you suddenly felt empty again.
San didn't wait for you to be ready, or to see coming the way he was going to shove his fingers down your throat to suck them clean, to fill you again with his dick when you least expected, moaning on his fingers and sending vibrations through his body to his shaft.
You held onto his wrist with one of your hands, thinking that'd make it easier to deal with the impact of his hips against yours, but it didn't. His cock rubbed against every spot in you, and you believed you were in heaven every time his pubes collided against your exposed clit at the same time he reached the deepest spot.
"Did the others fuck you this good?" he wanted to know, taking his fingers out of your mouth to hold your jaw again. "Tell me".
"No" you moaned, not processing the few seconds you felt empty before he was pounding into you again.
"The hoe days are over for you. You're only getting my cock from now on. You understand that?" he harshly said.
Your head moved fast, nodding desperately to his words. He grinned with pride, content with seeing you in such a state because of him.
You whined when he stopped, pulling out and making you feel empty again. Although he didn't give you time to protest, because he trapped your lips in his smoothly, making sure no sound would come from you. Your body moved with his hands, feeling it being dragged to the edge until your feet were touching the cold ground again.
"Turn around" San demanded you, hard eyes on you "I want you to see something".
You were facing the monitors again, feeling his warm body covering your back while he looked for something in the computer. His arms were caging you again, while his lips rubbed on your shoulder, inviting you to look at the front and enjoy the view he had been having ever since he installed the security alarm.
You should've been disgusted and horrified by the way he had control over every tiny bit of your life, managing to watch you even in places where he should've had access at first. But your heart pumped hard against your rib cage, and you could feel your own juices leaking, when you saw yourself on camera. You were turned on by the idea of San watching you while you enjoyed yourself, humping against the pillow until you turned into a moaning mess.
"You should be ashamed of making me feel jealous of a fuckass pillow" he whispered in your ear. "I would've showed up in five and fuck your brains out just how you so badly wanted".
He separated your legs, exposing your entrance before he was back in you completely, having you holding onto the surface for support. His skin clapped loudly against yours with each thrust, making the audio from the video disappear completely, overlapped with his groans and your hushed moans.
Your legs felt lighter when he changed the angle, adjusting himself to reach a spot that would make it difficult for you to stand for any longer.
"Keep watching yourself" he redirected your eyes to the screen ", pathetically grinding against a pillow because you couldn't get what you're having now".
The hard slap on your asscheek sent a shivering all over your body, but only made your hips move harder against his. Your lower belly hit harshly against the edge of the table, getting the monitor to shake, but you couldn't care less about the slight pain you were starting to feel when his hand on your throat, his breath on your neck, and his cock balls deep in you were the only things in your mind in that moment.
"Angel, you want to be sent back to heaven?" he bit on your shoulder, hand grasping on your flesh as he calmed down his thrusts.
You didn't care where he sent you to, as long as you were able to keep that reclaimed and wanted feeling. Nothing else was important, nothing else mattered, as long as you had San willing to do anything for you, ignoring the lengths he'd go just to get it.
"Am I fucking you so dumb you aren't able to answer?" he forced your eyes on his, wailing silently when your neck hurted by the sudden move. "Do you want me to send you back to heaven?".
Your fast breathing and your own gasps were making it almost impossible for you to answer back his question. "I don't care" you moaned "I just want to be with you".
San smiled, pleased with the unexpected answer, before he rewarded you with a kiss. One of his hands moved up your chest, trapping your nipple with two of his fingers while his other hand moved down your body, slick fingers finding your clit and rubbing it in circles in sync with the slow movements of his hips.
"Once I fill you up, it's done, angel. There will be no turning back" he grunted on your lips. "Your pussy will be only mine to fill".
"Yes, please".
He bit on your lower lip, buckling his hips and starting a mind-blowing pace that got you cutting your own breathing with each thrust, always being interrupted with a new moan emerging from the deepest part of your body. You were caged, trapped, completely filled with his dick, held by his two hands -and also grinding against one of them-, while his teeth were digging on your skin as if you were actually planning to leave in the middle of that.
You felt so unstable that not even the table was a good support for you, reaching for both of his wrists to hold onto while your vision went blurry with every new rub. Your body was malfunctioning, feeling completely hot, finding the only focus on San until something similar to a bomb blew in your head. Your constant high-pitched moans turned into a long loud one that harmonized perfectly with his guttural groan when he spilled his seed inside of you, hugging you as if you were going to disappear after that.
His head fell heavily on your shoulder, as you two tried to regain some oxygen back to your lungs. Soft kisses were spread all over the curve of your shoulder, moving down to your back, tracing your spine with care until you felt his lips at the curve of one of your ass cheeks. He made sure to curve your hips enough, able to spot his cum leaking through your slit.
Your body reacted by itself at the first contact of his tongue, moving away from it, only to be pulled back against his mouth by his hands. The tip sometimes teased your swollen clit, although his full attention was in your entrance, covering it as much as he could. It was only a few seconds after that he was back on his feet, making you turn around and linking your lips together. Your bitter flavor was mixed with his salty one on your tongue, and he just waited for you to swallow it to finally smile against your lips.
"Good girl".
Your body flew in the air as he lifted you up, holding you in his arms to make your way out of his secret room and take you back to his bedroom. It was impressive how San was looking after you with such care after everything that happened back then.
His heat was suddenly on each part of your body as he hugged you tight in bed. Again, making sure you would never leave.
Not like you were planning to, anyway.
"Thank you" he whispered, and although you were trying to guess what his next words would be, you were speechless for what he said. "Thank you for being better than my expectations. You mold to me so perfectly, and make things so easy".
Was there any difference between you two, though? You wished and hoped to do to people what he did to those who hurt you. You remembered all the things that crossed your mind whenever a girl dared to look in his direction back in college, or how you wanted Grace to swallow her phone for ever thinking of him as someone she could sleep with. The only difference between you two is that he never kept it as thoughts only, and turned each one of his feelings into actions.
"You could've kept this all a secret if we had gone to my house instead".
"I don't want to keep any secrets from you" he assured you "Nothing. And I don't want you to keep any secrets from me either. It's us against the world, angel, and I will never allow anyone or anything to tear us apart" sliding his hand through your hair, curving on your neck, his eyes looked intensely at you.
"Understood?"
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End of a Mix: 1. (Full)Filling the Cherry on the Top of the Cake
Pairing: NMIXX Sullyoon x Male Reader
Word Count: 10,000
A/N 1: Hello Orenjideul! This will be like my, official smut debut! I had been really writing this for a while now and I enjoyed it ehehe, and, I hope you'll enjoy this too! And, of course, I'll incorporate fluff content still as I love writing fluff! Enjoy this piece and have great day ahead!
A/N 2: Dedicating this to @praeluxius, the resident and my fellow Sullyoon stan! <3
!! Warning !! : Contains Smut
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Saturday nights are something exceptional, you might sayāit is mostly the time where you can do whatever you can and want to, and it's mostly by binge-watching movies, playing video games and the most common one, sleeping. But, that may soon change as a notification pops up on your phone as the once dark screen is now emitted by conglomeration of colored pixels.Ā
seolyoonaa on 17:19 - āOppaaaa, meet me before the sun sets, okay? It'll be in the cafĆ© we usually spend time with. I wanna spend some time with you~ Love youuu~ :)ā
Well, this text was out of the blueāSullyoon is really unfathomable. From her unanticipated changes of plans up to her sudden pleas, she's always been a pain for you to deal with, especially with the given situation now. It's going to be anticipating yet anxiety never faded off your mind. An oxymoron at its finest, you can read her like a book on how un-read-able she is.Ā
What's with the situation? Well, it has been almost three months since you last saw each other and the last time you met her. The both of you went to the cinemas, shopped for some clothes and some groceries and, the cherry on top, she went down on her knees, greedily whimpering in need as she sucked you off like there's no tomorrow. There's nothing new about her antics as magically, you're under her spell every time the both of you reach those peak-intimate sessions. You find yourself fighting the urge of lust but she's simply irresistible and you hate itāshe knows this and uses it as her advantage and that's why you hate it.
Call yourself a hypocrite one more time with those in mind as you reply with a simple āOkay, Yoona, I'll be there.ā and a heart on the side of your message to top it off. Unhurriedly, you cleaned your desk after a mentally exhausting game as you shut your computer off and prepared yourself to meet the love of your life.
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āWhere is heā¦ Hahhhā¦ā
Sullyoon waddles her legs playfully as she sits onto the tall stool, letting out deep sighs as she waits for you. She mindlessly swipes and fidgets her fingers onto her smartphone as the flashes of different colored pixels are visible, but little did she know that you're visible onto her sight as she can't sense you, yet. You're planning to surprise her, so, unhurriedly, you sneaked behind her silently, avoiding getting caught.
āBoo!ā
āAH-ahhhh!! Oppa!ā
With a single scare, she becomes startled with your childish prank. She is so startled that she almost throws the phone in her hand as she glares at you, letting you know how she's definitely not impressed with your antics.
āStop scaring me like that, Oppa, it's not funnyā¦ā
āBut it's funny for me, soā¦ā
Sullyoon playfully kicks your shin as you pretend to be hurt in order to manipulate her to think that she really hurt you but your small games wonāt work against her clever mind.
āYah! But actually, Oppa, I really missed you, so muchā¦ā
The once exuberant and joyous Sullyoon changed into a soft-hearted angel as her sudden change of emotions makes you in awe. Your puppy eyes stared at hers for a long time, enough for her to notice how your eyes showed emotions of missing her. You then hug her slowly, allowing her to adjust to your embrace as you show her your affection towards her, kissing her forehead between your fluffy embrace.
āI missed you too, Yoona, if you just knowā¦ā
āDid you miss me or just my pussy and my mouth?ā
āYoona! Not here!ā
Sullyoon shyly laughs as she emitted a coy smile towards you which you didnāt approve of.
āI swear to god, Yoona. Stop saying these things in public orāā
āOr what, hm, Oppa?ā
āNevermind, just please, stop, okay Yoona?ā
Your tone wasn't anything near being infuriated so that's a sigh of relief from her side. You just let out a giggle as you smiled towards Sullyoon, sending butterflies to her stomach.
āYahā¦ Stop looking at me like that, Oppa.ā
āWhy? I can't help it when the sight in front of me is the epitome of beauty.ā
Sullyoon blushes from your flirting with an essence of eloquence. It would be hypocritical if she didn't like the way you teased her at all but by the way sheĀ is a sign that she simply adores it, and she's hiding itāyou're not oblivious about it and rather, read her as a book.
āStop with those flowering words, Oppa, it's cringe.ā
āBut you like it! Look at you blushing and all!ā
āOkay, Oppa, I did like it. It is goodā¦ā
āSee? I knew you'd like thisā¦ā
Sullyoon sighed in defeat as seconds after, an amicable tone reverberated around your ear as the servant served you some drinks and food onto the table. Sullyoon thanked them and so did you, as she entertained the server and thanked her further for her service.
āOh! Wow, Yoonaā¦ These are my favorites!ā
āI know, I know, Oppa, and of course, no caffeine as you like and more parmesan on your carbonara.ā
Woah, she knows what you liked, huh?āAnd it just ignites the flames of your burning heart, full of affection and endearment from her simple act. Your cheeks tint a rosy pink as you said a small āThank you so much.ā right after.
āLet's enjoy our food, Oppa, and thank you tooā¦ā
Your eyes are quizzical with her sudden expression of gratitude as she's nothing to thank for and it's just right that you should be the one toā
āThank you for being here, Oppa. I missed so, so much.ā
Her eyes hint a glint for the sudden rush of adrenalineātears of joy as they say itāas she flashes a gleeful smile at you.Ā
āI should be thanking you too, Yoona. You definitely deserve the world and I love you so much.ā
You caress her hand with your fingers as you show your utmost affection towards her. She finds this heartwarming and endearing and she couldn't help to battle the urge of tearing up because of too much happiness.
āI love you too, Oppa. *sniffles* Also, let's eat the food right now, shall we.ā
āYeah, you're right, Yoona. We lookin' like we're in a drama scene here.ā
The both of you then continued eating the mouth-watering meals in front of the table after that heartwarming moment.
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āThe food really tastes good, right, Oppa?ā
āIt definitely does Yoona; they don't disappoint as always and also, thank you for that, I appreciate it.ā
You then grabbed her shoulders and pulled her slowly towards you, kissing her forehead as a small whimper can be heard as a response from your affectionate actions.
āThat's just a small gratitude towards you, Oppaā¦ *giggles*ā
You smiled as you tuck her hair behind her ear, allowing you to see a sight of something divine and oh-so-pristine, most likely, a sight of an angelāSullyoon's ethereal beauty and her pristine features: her full lips, her sharp nose, her beautiful, round eyes and her small face.Ā
Gosh, she's so beautifulāyou muttered upon yourself as your focus was averted towards her. Time felt slower than usual as her beauty shatters the rules of space and time (figuratively) yet it all went back to normal as you can hear her voice calling your name, most specifically, your honorifics.
āOppa, I'm going to the bathroom, okay?ā
āGo ahead, Yoona.ā
With her suddenly rushing to the bathroom, you took your time to clean the plates and utensils on the table as you not so long after, a loud vibration coming from your phone distracts you with your current endeavorāyou know thatās a notification, and itās maybe important, so you looked it up immediately.
seolyoonaa on 18:39 - āOppa, I think thereās something stuck at the back of my uniform, please go hereeeeā¦ Help me, Oppa, thanks!ā
This aināt going to end wellāand maybe it wonāt end the way you wanted it to be and you can already foresee the future. You know that with these small tactics hers can end up in an intimate situation. You know that sheāve done this before and you wonāt forget that momentāthat moment that she walked out of the restroom, limped and with your semen dripping down her thighs and you just thank god that there arenāt that much people around and if they walked past the both of you, theyāre oblivious about the sinful things thatās happening inside the small, compact room.Ā
You squint your eyes apprehensive and with utmost disbelief as you canāt believe that sheās going to pull up a trap against you, again. You really donāt want to come yet you need to just because of these two things: your soft heart wanting to āhelpā Sullyoon and the second one, you donāt want her to sulk in front of you later because that would be a total living hellāhell in a sense that it would be awkward throughout the night with her petulant behavior which you despise.
With no other choice, you hurriedly went to the restroom as stealthily as possible, hoping that no one would see you sneaking in. You lightly tap on the wooden door as the āoccupiedā sign on the door is now replaced with a āvacantā one. You then entered as Sullyoon locked the door as quickly as possible.
āThis better be something reasonable, Yoona.ā
āWhat do you mean reasonable, Oppa? I just need some help because there's something stuck on the zipper of my uniformāā
āHow is there something stuck? Just pull it down, like this.ā
With disappointed expressions painted on your face, Sullyoon can't help but gulp anxiously yet she still tries to persuade you that something interferes on the back of her uniform. Interrupting her attempts onto further persuasion, you pinned her down the black marbled wall, as your face is inches away from hers, alongside with a mischievous glare that can sting.
āListen here, Yoona, if youāre here to bait me to fulfill your needs again, Iām not into itāitās just, not here, okay?ā
Sullyoonās eyes rolled down as you broke the code on why she let you in this restroom. Not so long after, you pulled yourself against her as you shook your head in dismay from her not-so-devious advances.
āOkay, you got me Oppa, but please. I just need you right now, please, Oppaāā
āI said not here, Yoona, behave yourself.ā
Sullyoon pouts in defeat as she still has the urge to convince you as there might be a chance to shackle down to your defenses. She knows that with her puppy eyes and her cute pout, youāll always have to give ināyou absolutely want to give in but you need to discipline her, and you will succeed. You will succeedā¦
āFine, Oppa! Iām sorryā¦ But can you just do something to hold me over?ā
āUgh, Yoona, what is itāā
All you can just see is her plump lips pressed onto yours as the taste of it hits like an addictive drugāyou canāt just simply resist the urge into further intimacy and the deepening of the kiss. You simply gave in to the softness as you kissed her with eagerness, closing your eyes as you savor the hint of strawberry from her inviting lips. As you indulge into further madness, you realize that this may end up on an embarrassing note, so you pull out as the both of you exchange breaths and smiles.
āYouāre such a good kisser, Oppaā¦ā
āYou too, Yoona.ā
You started to indulge under her spell again, but this time, with a renewed fervor and thirst as you held both sides of her hourglass waist, initiating a deeper kiss which she didnāt mind. She then eagerly reciprocates from your motives as you bite her luscious lips gently with your teeth, her moaning between your kisses as the sting makes the kiss more intimate, and not to hurt her. She savored the taste of your lips as you did the same to her and after a few more seconds, you pulled out of the heat of her luscious lips, the curvature of her lips forming into a smile that further raises the beating of your heart.Ā
āWe can make love later, Oppa, but for now, I really want to taste you so badā¦ā
Despite wanting to fulfill her urgent carnal needs, you need to discipline her and make her a patient person, yet, those two words (discipline and patience) aren't in her vocabulary whenever she's needyāmaybe even more than needy: thirst.Ā Ā
āYoona, we've talked about this, we can't do this right now. We just kissed and isnāt that enough for you?ā
āUghh, come on, Oppa, you know I want more and you know you want more too! Are you just afraid that we'll get caught?ā
āYes, Yoona, and I hope you'll understand.ā
Sullyoon faces you with a sulky demeanorāher eyebrows scrunching, her arms crossed and her forceful heavy sighsāyet with a thought in mind, she knows how she'll make you fulfill her needs within a single action.
Sullyoon faces you again as her fingers traces your chest and your abs against the clothing, swirling and she seductively persuades you with a raspy, deep voice that you always adoreāit's also a thing that makes you aroused for her even more because you have a thing for girls with deep voices.
āOppa~ Please? I just need you now and you won't let a girl be unfulfilled, right?ā
She's really trying, she really is. Sometimes, you forget her bratty side because of how down on earth she is and her soft, angelic tone which makes you distinguish her for being the opposite of a brat. You always know that when she's like this, she's always going to persuade you and make you fulfill her needs even if you don't like to and you know that she'll always win. She may always win but this time, you'll try to fight the urge of satisfying her needs.
āLike I said, I don't think we need to do this right now, Yoona.ā
āWell, Oppa, I want to and besidesāā Sullyoon's eyes wander around the area, making sure that there was no other people in the vicinity and it's just the both of you. āāno one will mind even looking after us as they're all busy with their own things.ā
You grunt as Sullyoon's fingers trace your chest and your neck, making your cheeks hint a rosy pink as you feel her intimate touch waking up the beast inside you but you refuse and fight that feeling in order to discipline her.
āThis is not a good idea Yoona, not a great one.ā
āOh, I guess my mouth will do the work to convince you Oppa, huh?ā
āN-No, that's not what I meant.ā
āThen what, Oppa, hm?ā Sullyoon's tone is mildly high, yet soft, signaling her annoyance with your hypocrisy as she pouted cutely right after, making your eyes widen in awe.
āWhat I mean is that we're public, Yoona. We can do this when we're both alone but not here coz' someone may come and catch us in the act.ā
Sullyoon's face emanates defeat as she looks at you adorably, her round, puppy-like convincing you as thereās still little hope left at her side, knowing that you canāt resist her especially when sheās down on her kneesā
āPlease, Oppa? Pleaseee??ā
And there she goes, pouting adorably alongside her cute tone that always makes you weak on your knees. She definitely knows what things to do and to say just to get what she wants and if sheās needy, you know that sheās not gonna leave you alone.
āOkay, you get to suck me off for 5 minutes and weāre alright, okay?ā
āUhh, can it be longer, Oppa?ā
āNo, Yoona, weāve talked about this. Only 5. Minutes.ā
Sullyoon sighs, rolling her eyes out but still thankful that you let her get what she wants. You then relax yourself onto the toilet seat and let her do the work for you as she works the magic between your legs. With a limited time given, Sullyoon wasted no time unbuckling your belt off and tugging your pants down to your ankles.Ā
Sullyoon teases your hardening erection with swipes of her talented fingers, making you squirm as you get sensitive under her touch. In no time, Sullyoon yanks your boxers off down to your ankles as your hard erection is released from its frustrating restraints, almost hitting her in the face.
āWow, I love how youāre always so big for me, Oppa. Oh fuckā¦ā
āWell, I c-canāt help it when a beautiful girl like you will tame my beast.ā
Sullyoonās cheeks flushed a crimson red from your so-called compliment as her dainty fingers stroked your fully-erect length, from base to your tip, you moaning in pleasure and delight on the process.
āSo hard, so perfect, so big, all for my little mouth to suck on. I'll make sure you're fully drained once I'm done sucking you off, Oppa.ā
Youāre always in shock on how this adorable, soft-spoken girl can be a suddenly seductive vixen within a secondāher duality is incredibly contrasting alongside her dirty talk which arouses you further than your limits. With no time, she places her soft, plump lips on the tip of your cock, making you squirm uncontrollably under your breath as the warmness of her lips drives your brain in haywire. She sucks you up like a lollipop as she swirls her tongue over your tip, making you leak the infamous colorless liquid involuntarily.Ā
āOooh, am I turning you that much, Oppa? Oh, look how much youāre leaking for me! Gu-ughhhāahhh! So delicious!ā
Sullyoon delightfully licks the slit of your tip as she happily collects the pre-cum leaking out of it, brightly smiling as she consumes it all, not wasting a single drop. You canāt help but let out satisfied moans as it increased in volume, alongside the ragged breath of yours. Sullyoon then senses this and smiles gleefully, knowing how much sheās doing an excellent job pleasuring you.
āH-How are you getting better at this, Yoona? Fuckā¦ā
āI donāt know, Oppa. Maybe itās just me enjoying this meal in front of me so much.ā
With those in mind, you canāt really tell if Sullyoonās really doing a great job or notāmaybe, itās just the fact that the dopamine youāre receiving is way too much that you canāt think straight but nonetheless, everything she's done is spectacular and a peak at its finest. She then continued her oral assault to your dick as she sucked a third of a length of it, feeling more comfortable and confident than earlier.
āYou have t-three m-minutes left Yoona, ahhā¦ā
āYou're seriously timing this, Oppa? Gosh, youāre so annoying.ā
You know that she isnāt really offended, the both of you just giggled it off. After a couple of seconds, she then stopped sucking you off and stroked your entire length with intimacy as every second she stroked your shaft from base to tip sending shivers down your spine as well as inevitable lewd moans. She then starts lathering each of your balls with her own saliva as she sucked in each one gently with profound fervor.
āOh fuckāI love this Yoona. Too g-goodā¦ā
She then stops sucking them as she returns her focus on your shaft again yet this time, she started it with frantic bobbing of her head as her full, luscious lips compose an orchestra of sonorous sounds as well as slurps that arouses you further.
Sullyoon gobbled down on your dick like it's her last mealāher satisfied moans says a lot as she slurped down around the succulent taste of your shaft. She then moved up on your mushroom-shaped tip, her talented tongue swirling around it as the dexterity of her fingers with her handjob gives you maximum pleasure.
āOh damn, you're so good at t-that, Yoona.ā
āThank you, Oppa. I just wanna suck your cock all dayāmwah, it tastes so delicious, every time.ā
Sullyoon continues to bob her head after her small talk, up and down as her gleeful smile is her response. She then takes you half-way as she hungrily slurps down your shaft and gags right on the spot, not caring about it as she continues what she's best at.
You tried to fight the urge of fucking her face right at this moment, but with her messy tears, the drool seeping out of her mouth and the sinful gags that her throat makes, your mind sends you in haywire as you're tempted to do it. You grab a fistful of her dark brown locks, making a makeshift ponytail, an outlet to fight the ultimate pleasure you've been feeling.
āYoona, I-Iā¦ā
āYes, Oppa?ā she releases your shaft out of her mouth with a loud pop, as your tip glistens with her saliva as well as the strings of it connected from her mouth.
āI r-really need to fuck your face, right n-nowā¦ā
Sullyoon senses your nervousness as you hitch a breath after each of your numerous stutters, her finding it rather adorable despite this sinful act in front of her.
āOppa, like I said, I'm fine with this, go on. Use my mouth however you like.ā
If she insists, who are you to say noāOh! You wanted it anyway, right?
Grabbing her dark brown locks and making a makeshift ponytail out of it, you started to push your cock onto her mouth once more as Sullyoon's hand guided you. You started off with slow thrusts, adjusting yourself as Sullyoon grabbed your hips, adjusting herself onto the whole length of shaft invading her wet, warm cavern which is her mouth.
With how good her mouth feels, you can't help but increase the pace of your thrusts as Sullyoon tries to keep up with your whole length slamming down her throat. Not so long after, your shaft met the back of her throat, activating her gag reflex once again and pulling you back, her coughing mildly as concern is evident in your eyes.
āFuck, I'm s-so sorry, Yoona. Are you okay?ā
āI'm g-good, Oppaā*coughs* Fuck my face again, I c-can take it.ā
You're a bit hesitant with her request as she strokes your shaft furiously and takes you in again, bobbing her head frantically as the thoughts of concern are fading away. With the sight of this gorgeous girl pleasuring you is definitely what can make any man happy.
Without any time to waste, you then grabbed her hair again and thrust in and out of her mouth, your pace faster than before as you fuck her face with no abandon, not caring if she gags or coughs right at the spot as pleasure is driving you way crazier than before.
āFuck, Yoona. I love h-how fucking good your throat always feels likeāfuck! You take me so fucking w-well too. Ahh, I'm going to fuck the living brat o-out of you! Arghhhh!ā
With this new pace you built up, you can't help but let out intimate moans. Sullyoon's ruined mascara is evident from her eyes as her disheveled hair and the smeared lipstick around the base of your shaft arouses you even further. Saliva seeps out of her mouth as you pound her mouth harder and faster, her gagging sensually and gawking all over your length is a sign on how well you're fulfilling her needsāand your needs too.
You didn't mind the time ticking anymore as you can sense a familiar knot on your loins, signaling that your release will come anytime soon and Sullyoon senses it by how much your shaft is throbbing between your thrusts inside her mouth.
āYoona, f-fuck, your mouth feels so damn good. You're taking me so well down y-your throat. Arghhāshit, I'm going to fucking cum!ā
Knowing that Sullyoon likes to always taste and swallow your load every time you have quick sessions with her, a bright idea comes to your mind as you don't fulfill that wants of hers as you hurriedly pull out of her warm cavern, stroking your cock furiously, pointing it out towards her as surprisingly, Sullyoon didn't complain about you not painting her cavern white as she lewdly sticks out her tongue and closes her eyes, bracing herself on what's about to come.
āPaint my face white Oppa. Make an artwork and paint every inch of my small face. Cover my face with your hot, thick cum Oppa. Please, I'm dying to feel it Oppa, please, please, please!ā
āShit! Iām cuāmming Yoona!ā
You groan as thick shots of hot, white semen paints Sullyoon's enticingly beautiful face as the empty canvas is painted white. Her eyes, forehead, nose, lips and her chin is covered with your pearly white cum as her index finger traces a sample from her cheeks, tasting it as she elicits a sexy moan, satisfied with your big load covering her face and the taste of it. You then fall limp to the toilet, recovering from your high as Sullyoon strokes your shaft, milking the entirety of your cock, making sure you're fully drained. Not so long, the timer beeps, signaling the end of the 5-minute mark.
āFuck, that was such a yummy load, Oppa and it feels so warm on my face, oh my gosh.ā
What a marvelous piece of art you've done with herāthe ruined sight of her is something that you'll forever keep in mind as her beauty is beyond incomparable.
āHow did you came so much, Oppa? Did I really turn you on that much, huh?ā
āWell, I never busted a load for like a month and you didn't really come to meet me to help me get off.ā
āFair point, Oppa and sorry about that, Iāve been very busy too lately.ā
āItās alright Yoona, and also, bundles and bundles of schoolworks so don't have much time to really get off too.ā
Sullyoon just nods as you handed her tissues to help her clean up her face but there's one thing you forgot to do and you wouldn't waste any time doing it now.
āYoona.ā
āYes, Oppa?ā
You swiftly took out your smartphone, opening your camera as you took a picture of her ruined, cum-covered visage quickly, catching her off-guard.
āYah Oppa!! Give me that!ā
āWhy? Donāt you look beautiful with my cum painted on your face?ā
āItās not like that, Oppa, itās just thatā¦ I donāt think I look beautiful enough and I look like weirdoāā
āOh shut up about that Yoona. You're always beautiful, remember that. Also, you're so photogenic, the photos came out well, look!āĀ
You then showed Sullyoon the pictures you took as her eyes are in awe of how well the photos are quality-wise.
āYou are a great photographer, Oppa. You should consider that as a job, right now.ā
āAha, maybe, when I graduate, I will, butāoh shit! Let's clean up quickly.ā
Sullyoon then grabs your softening erection as she cleans it fully with her tongue, her saliva still glistening the tip of your shaft as you grab some tissues to help Sullyoon clean up and dress your bottom-half up.Ā
āI can't wait to feel you tonight, Oppa.ā
āWho says I'm going to sleep with you tonight?ā
āMe! Who else?ā
āBut what if I don't want to?ā
Sullyoon lets out an almost inaudible series of whimpers as she punches your left shoulder playfully, not satisfied with your not-so-rhetorical question.
āYah! Oppa~ Come onā¦ā
āOkay, okay, Yoona. Hah, you know I can't resist you tooā¦ā
Her small, muffled noises full of delight shows how she seems victorious after her pleas against you. As much as you want to discipline and tame her bratty demeanor, you simply can't because of these two reasons: one, is that she's simply irresistible and lastly, you've been wanting to spend your time with her as it has been a while since the both of you did. Not so long after, the both of you got out of the bathroom as if nothing ever happened.
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It was just any normal ride to your way home: the blasting of such head-banging bops and songs, the night drive without any traffic and your windows openājust the cold breeze of the windāitās just the best feeling a person could ever had, and thatĀ is further proven with Sullyoon. Yet with all of that fun and peak delight, the both of you canāt help but be in a different state of bliss and delight as you hungrily kissed each other as your tongues lap and danced in each otherās mouth. Slurps and moans resonates around the bedroom and mostly, around your ear as the both of you pulled out each otherās embrace, strings of saliva following right after as the both of you gasp for air as the restriction of oxygen makes it a challenge for you to extend the duration of this intimate kiss and further, not continuing it.
āYou kiss me so well, Yoona.ā
āThank you, Oppa, you too, youāre a great kisser.ā
You then latched your lips onto hers again as the taste of her luscious lips just canāt be resisted alongside her sultry moans that makes you dive into her, more. Another minute of an intimate kiss is all it takes before she makes a move to you, pulling your shirt up, removing the fabric out as her hands roam around your chest, your arms and to your abs. You moan a little from her repetitive actions as itās most likely your kryptonite, making you squirm in sensitivity as her warm harm never fails to make you feel pleasurableāmore like peak delight at this point.Ā
āAre we just gonna kiss all night or will you do something more interesting, Oppa?ā
As much as you wanna feel those soft lips brushing against yours and the irresistible taste of it, you wanna do more with herāyou wanna make love to her. As much as you want to do the most unspeakable things on the planet with her, it must go into a slow journey before heading to the climax as it feels like nothing anywhere fun when you just skipped everything that can lead into your wants.
āI would love to do more than this, Yoona, but with that being saidāā, you then brushed your fingers into her inviting lips as she lightly sucks on them wantonly, letting you know the urge of neediness that sheās feeling right now, āāyou need to follow my orders.ā
As expected, she rolls her eyes in frustration as you know how much she doesnāt like to fulfill orders when sheās on the bed with you. She does follow but not all the time, but right now, with all of her brattiness, itās time to teach her a lesson she wouldnāt forget.
āBut why, Oppaāā
āI said, youāll follow my orders, Yoona. Youāve been acting like a brat all day and do you think this will be tolerated? Not this timeāyou wonāt win this time, Yoona.ā
āBut Oppaāā
āNo buts; just follow me and we will be all fine. Donāt worry, Iāll be gentle with you unless you donāt want me too, okay?ā
You kissed her forehead for further reassurance. Even though your voice is commanding and chilling, on the brighter side, your only aim is to guide Sullyoon and just want the best for her, so your reassuring tone will do its job to balance your intimidating demeanor.
āYes, Oppaā¦ā
With that being said, you then caress her thighs as you can feel how soft and silky it is. So insatiable, so perfect, if you were to ask. Your fingers then run down the pearly white skin as Sullyoon squirms upon your touch, her sensitivity over the roof on how gentle and teasing you are.
āOpāOppa~ Hngg, too muchāahhhā¦ā
āGosh, you're this sensitive right now, Yoona? What a pity that my little bunny is so needy. So needy for my touch.ā
You then hiked her skirt up and noticed a familiar, wet spot on her panties that she couldn't help hiding. Still caressing her thighs, you then start to tease her labia as constant ragged breaths and moans escapes Sullyoon's mouth. With her sensitivity, this further puts you into an immediate advantage as you can see yourself fully controlling her.
āDoes it feel good, Yoona? Does it? Answer meāā
āYes, Oppa! Ahhhh~ā
You smirked as victory can be sensed within any given time now as you can see her face, in an ahegao-like faƧadeāher tongue sticking out lewdly and her constant wails. With her expression like that, you know that you're pleasuring her well so you raise it up a notch, fingering her faster as you insert another digit inside her to challenge her and most likely, for her to learn a lesson.
āYou know, Yoona, I don't know when did you start to act like this, I really don't. You know, it's such a shame if you were to cum on my fingers, huh? Look at you, all red and flushed just by just this. Hmm, it's okay, my little bunny will be taken care of by his Oppa.ā
Your constant teasing just sends Sullyoon's brain into haywire as her face flushed red like a tomato, maybe even redder than before. Inserting another finger just sends her into her limits, her husky, soft voice orchestrating a plethora of moans that resonates around your ear. This just further arouses you to the point that you just want to fuck her right at this moment yet you resist yourself onto the lustful temptation because you need to teach her a lesson. More pace exerted means much louder moans and ragged breaths from hers as not so long after, you can already feel her climax coming up by how much her pussy is leaking like a faucet that canāt be stopped.Ā
āOppa, Iām gonna cumāahh!ā
Just right when sheās about to climax, you suddenly pull out your fingers and as expected, Sullyoon whines in desperation and defeat from your edging.
āB-But w-why did you stop, Oppa?ā
You exhaled deeply as you looked at Sullyoon with a cheeky grin, making her intimidated with your not-so-silly actions.
āWell, I hope that you're going to learn your lesson, now, Yoona.ā
āBut why, Oppa? This is just unfair! I wanna get off tooāā
You then stopped Sullyoon's childish protests with a single thud of your feet, stomping the ground with such force that it almost feels like it's about to break. Sullyoon's eyes convey worry and anxiety as she doesn't know what to feel in this given situation.
āListen here, Yoona, next time, you gotta wait and be patient so that's why I'm telling you a lesson. Do you understand?ā
āYes, Oppaā¦ I'm sorry too, I just can't help myself.ā
You then kissed her forehead once again, as a sign of reassurance and to let her know how much you really care about her.
āYou don't need to be sorry, Yoona. I just want to let you know how to be patient, okay?ā
Sullyoon frantically nods as a response to what you've said as you further reassure her that you aren't mad earlier, but rather, disappointed.
āSuch a good bunny. I like how you're getting more obedient.ā
Sullyoon just remains flustered from your compliments as constant delighted squeals can be heard from hers. For one last time, you kissed her again intimately as she reciprocated from the kiss as fast as lightning. Not so long after, you pulled out from her warm mouth as the insatiability is never coming down, so you thought of something that can make what you've been feeling better.
āMwah, oh, Yoona. Because of your obedience, I would give you something to hold onāa present, shall I say.ā
āWhat is it, Oppa?ā
Sullyoon's puppy-like eyes shows her utmost anticipation of what you're about to mutter. You know that she just can't wait and so are you, so you gleefully smiled at her and said the reward that you're about to give her.
āYou know how insatiable you are to me, so, with that being said, you can suck me off to start some things before we get to the main course.ā
All can Sullyoon do is squeal in victory as she gets to taste your shaft yet again. So without any time to waste, she unbuckles your belt and undresses your bottom half, leaving you fully naked. Placing a couple of digits to your erect shaft, you shiver as the coldness of her hands sends your brain in haywire. As she's doing the handiwork that she's best at, a certain tingle in your brain tells you something that you should definitely try and with this given moment, you didn't dare to miss this opportunity.
āOh, Yoona.ā
āYes, Oppa?ā
āThere's a checkered ribbon similar to yours on the top left drawer on my table, would you please get it? I'm going to try something out.ā
Without a doubt, Sullyoon immediately fulfilled your favor as she hurriedly got up on the bed and got the ribbon for you.
āNow, what do you want me to do with it, Oppa?ā
āUhm, ahhājust tie it on your hair, at the back of your head and remove this headband of yours.ā
As Sullyoon's amused yet quizzical face emanated, she quickly thought about why you suddenly let her grab the checkered ribbon. You probably knew that she cracked the code and all you can do is smile as her clever mind figured it out.
āOooh, is this a new fetish of yours, Oppa?ā
āY-Yeah, Iām sorry if itās a dumb onāā
āNo!āā Sullyoon then looked at you endearingly, her eyes shining full of glint andĀ her soft-spoken tone reassuring you. āāItās totally fine, Oppa. Itās actually good that you wanna try more.ā
āThank you, Sully, youāre definitely the best.ā You kissed her forehead as she squealed gleefully and flushed from your simple complimenting words. āNow, go down on your knees and get your reward.ā
She didnāt leave a second wasted as she hurriedly dropped down on her knees while you relaxed yourself onto the bed, letting her do all the work as you're just there to guide or command her.
āHow do you want me to suck you off, Oppa, hm?ā
āJust suck it however you like, Sully, I don't mind it.ā
Giving the green light to Sullyoon, she immediately averted her attention towards your hardening member, her eyes glued and in awe and how much it's been erecting.
āWowā¦ Look how you're getting hard for me, Oppa. Am I turning you on too much?ā
āIf only you know, Sully.ā
If only she knew how much she's turning you on right now, she would've used that advantage to further pleasure youāor maybe even ignite the gasoline on the flames of her mind-tingling teasesāsooner yet you wouldn't complain a single bit as her hands are now taking a firm, vise-like grip as she slowly strokes your shaft, you then involuntarily moaning softly as her actions stimulates you. Not so long after, she upped the pace of the stroke and that leads you to leak the infamous colorless liquid which she traced her dainty fingers with, not wasting a single drop.
āOh gosh, it's so delicious, Oppaā¦ā
As her strokes got sensually faster, she started to spit on your shaft as an aid to pleasure you even betterāher saliva acting as a lubricant. With more exertion and pace between her strokes, you can't help but groan in sensitivity and pleasure as it skyrocketed up fast. Between her furious strokes are the lust-filled kisses around your mushroom-shaped tip which further sends you to overdrive. Your hips jerk inevitably as the pleasure you're feeling was way too much to handle and after an opening show of her talented fingers, it was the time for you to feel the warmness of her wet, slick cavern which is her mouth.
āOh, fuck! Yoona, it's too good!ā
Her response was nowhere near a verbal one but instead an immediate act as she rapidly bobbed her head up and down on your shaft, gobbling onto it like it's the last time that she'll ever taste you. Most of the time when Sullyoon is giving blowjobs, you close your eyes as you mentally picture and feel every detail of her actions and how pleasure is delivered by hers yet today, that may change. You suddenly opened your eyes and you were met with the sight of Sullyoon, in her uniform and mostly, with a checkered ribbon tied on the back of her head. Your mind can't fully comprehend how attractive and lustful this act could be, and how your ribbon fetish stimulated you onto the roof. It's also the way Sullyoon sucks you off with a vigor and fervor that no one can match and especially, how she looks so ruinable with that damn uniform.
You curse onto yourself for the pleasure you're feeling as her frantic bobbing of her head ensuesāthe constant slurps and gags that makes you feel the utmost gratification youāve ever felt, and maybe, itās even better than what she did earlier. With this much stimulation, you need an outlet to fight so in a matter of seconds, you grabbed her head and made a makeshift ponytail without ruining the ribbon she tied at the back of her head. You never knew that this ribbon fetish of yours can bring you to your ultimate fantasy coming true as the rhythmic bobbing of Sullyoonās head almost puts you into hypnosis as youāre starting to moan her name much more frequently than before.
āFuck, Yoonaāargh, so good. So, so good. Ahh, y-you can touch yourself if you want t-to, youāve earned a bit of p-pleasure for being such a good girl.ā
With all of this stimulation, youāre half-surprised on how you can articulate such words to Sullyoon as you felt like she ignored you as all you can hear is her constant slurping, gagging and her hums around your throbbing shaft. She sucks you off like a lollipop, the tight suction of her lips not leaving anything on your length untouched and covered by her own drool as if sheās trying to milk another big load from yours, which, preferably, you would want to as youāre dying to explode inside her slick, warm cavern and to paint every inch of it white. With all of Sullyoon's effort on sucking you off, it just drives you closer and closer to your climax as she can feel it too by how much your length is throbbing inside her talented mouth.
āFuck, Yoonaāshit! I'm s-so fucking close. Arghh! I'm gonna explode inside y-your mouth!ā
All it takes is a few rhythmic movements before you finally explode inside her as thick, warm semen flooded her insides. Each spurt should be savored by Sullyoon, as she does just that, keeping her mouth in touch within the base of your cock as she tries to take it all but fails when it's way too much for her to handle. Your euphoric orgasm sends you into bliss, making you savor every second within this moment.
āG-Gosh, youāre t-taking me so fucking well, all the way, babyā¦ā
Within the final spurts, she pulled out herself onto your raging length as she gave herself some time to breathe, also, the final spurts painting her cheeks and her chin pearly white. The once cum-flooded mouth of Sullyoon has now been clean as she swallowed it all, not wasting a single drop. She later showed how neat her mouth is as everything has been swallowed, even the ones painted within her face.
āItās so delicious, Oppa. Thank you for this gift.ā
A gleeful smile emanates from her as you smile back, satisfied with her performance as she puts on a show to remember.Ā
āHow did you release a bigger load than before, Oppa? This is likeātoo much.ā
You just replied with a shrug and numerous ragged breaths as you still recover from the bliss earlier. All you can see is her beautiful, disheveled face flashing a smile towards you as you caress her hair, letting her know how satisfied you are. Now initiating the first move, you slowly pin her against the bed as you can now smell the floral-like perfume she used earlier, which you always like. Now inches away from her touch, you didnāt waste a second to latch your lips onto her neck, peppering it with kisses as she moans in response to your intimate actions. You suckle onto her neck like it's your last, the suction may be enough to leave a small mark as you did the same to her nape, marking it too with your love.
āYou're moaning too much, baby, you like this?ā
āToo much Oppa, I love itāahhā¦ā
Her sensitivity goes through the roof as her warm hands start tracing your back and gripping your hair because she was feeling way too much pleasure and bliss.Ā
āOppa...ā
āYes, Yoona?ā
āI need to feel you i-inside me, now. Please? I'm dying t-to feel youāahhh.ā
āBe patient baby, okay? I'm justāmwahāmarking you to let them know that you're mine.ā
āB-But you're always mine, Oppa! AhhhāI'm yours and only yours, Oppaāahhāonly y-yours.ā
āYou're so sweet, babyāmwahāI love you.ā
āI l-love you too, Oppa.ā
With her pleas and her needy moans, this just arouses you further as you continue to kiss her a little bit more as the main event will soon be coming. You can't resist her and you can't wait to feel her, so, without wasting any time, you commanded her to strip as she willingly fulfilled it.
āStraddle my lap and strip for me, baby.ā
One by one, piece by piece, you can see her pristine figure as she slowly unbuttons her uniform, your cock twitching on how much she's turning you on. She notices this as she smiles, knowing that she's doing a great job at seducing and probably, even teasing you.
āOh wowā¦ā
You're in awe as she throws away her uniform somewhere near the bed as her perky mounds are in your sight, covered with a white-laced bra, arousing you further. She then unbuckles the lock of her skirt, undressing herself as she throws it away to God know where, teasing you further as she winks and flashes a smirk towards you.
āOh my fucking god, baby, you're so hot.ā
āThank y-you, Oppaā¦ā
Sullyoon hides her face with her hands as she gets shy from your compliment, making you giggle on how adorable she looks whenever she feels embarrassed.
āNo need to be shy, baby, be confident, okay?ā
A nod is her reply as your reassuring tone enlightens her up, increasing her confidence. Still straddled on your lap, she asks you about a request you never knew that she would say.
āOppa?ā
āYes, Yoona?ā
āCan I-Iā¦ā
She hides her face with her hands, feeling skeptical to say something but you enlighten her through your dulcet tone.
āIt's okay, Yoona, open up to meāwhat do you want to do?ā
āCan Iār-ride you?ā
Those four words were just enough to make you peak in interest as your eyes widened, liking the idea of Sullyoonās wants and your keenness, letting you thoroughly guide her onto what she wants.
āOf course, you can, baby, but, are you sure you want to?ā
Sullyoonās expressions changed faster than lightning, emanating a skeptical faƧade yet you reassure her again that everything's going to be fine with your guidance and your assistance.
āT-Thank you, Oppa, I just want to try this out myself.ā
āNo worries, Yoona.ā
Her hands then reached for your semi-erect cock as she wrapped her dainty fingers around it, letting you feel the warmness of it as she stroked you into full hardness again. It doesn't take you long to be at full mast as her hands guide your raging members towards the heat of her entrance.
A few teasing and brushing of her clit towards your mushroom-shaped tip is all it takes for you to moan like crazy. You can already feel how soaking wet she is as her juices run down to your slit, like a water stream running down as it mixes it with your precum. Enough with the teasing as she now slowly takes you in, the both of you moaning in unison as the once tranquil room was now filled with lustful moans that breaks the silence.
āTake me a-all in baby, slowlyāarghh! You're so tight, Yoonaāarghh!ā
āAnd you're s-so big, Oppaāahhh! You feel s-so good! So, so good!ā
Gyrating and forming a rhythm with her hips, she starts to bounce hypnotically as you guide her, your hands at the side of her thighs, thrusting a little bit upwards and mirroring her movements in order to help her. Even with her tightness that puts you up on a struggle, the both of you manage to form a rhythm that's way too pleasurable yet not way too fastāyou could just stay this way as her walls clenching around your shaft forms an unexplainable bliss that makes you moan in ecstasy.Ā
āAhhāahhāOppa! Too goodāoh fuck! Too good!ā
Inevitable curses escape from her mouth as your dick makes her feel the utmost pleasure as she's in a state of bliss. Her dulcet tone resonates around your ear as each decibel of her moans increases, the more she adds pace on riding you.Ā
āOh fuck, baby, you're riding me so wellāughh! You're too fucking good, Yoona.ā
Complimenting Sullyoon just adds gasoline to the flames and you love itāit makes her confident and you just can't help but smile because of it. Albeit she's tight, you can manage to pick up your pace on thrusting upwards as she does the same, her juices overflowing like a leaking faucet which just arouses you further, over to the roofāit also helps with the lubrication, which is a blessing in disguise.
With her hands pressed down onto your chest firmly, you could tell how much she's exerting the utmost efforts on pleasuring you as not so long after, she announces her climax nearing so helping her reaching her high, you start to thrust faster, reaching the limits of velocity your hips can muster as her moans became a delicate song to your ear with your hammering thrusts.
āOppa! I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cumāahhāahhāAHH!ā
An ear-deafening shrill is all it takes for Sullyoon to feel her euphoric high as her juices gushes out of your girth, signaling her blissful orgasm. You slow down your thrusts in order for her to recover from her high as you get up, pulling her into embrace and capturing her luscious lips at that momentākissing her for a few seconds then caressing her hair to help her out.
āThat's alright, baby, cum on my cock. Good girlāmwahāsuch a good girl for Oppa.ā
āOh f-fuck, Oppaāhahhā¦ I came so hard.ā
With her still laying down on the bed, recovering from her orgasm, you pulled your throbbing length out of her pussy, allowing her to have some time to breathe as she anticipates what you're going to do nextāeven though she may already know what you had in store, on your mind.
āOppa?ā
āYes, Yoona?ā
āWon't you cum inside of me? I k-know you want to, so please, give it to me, Oppaā¦ā
Still exchanging breaths from the earlier exhaustion, you then lay on top of her slowly, ready to fulfill her needs of feeling you again.
āAs you wish, Yoona, but, are you sure you want to do this right now? I don't know if you can take me agā
āI'm good, Oppa. I can take it, just please, give me your warm load in my pussy, I want to feel you.ā
Giving you the green light, you then line yourself onto her heat as she deeply inhales, readying herself on what's about to happen. Stroking your member again into full hardness, you then now started to insert yourself into her as you were eagerly met with the tightness of her velvety walls.
āOh my fāyou're so fucking tight, Yoonaāoh so fucking good!ā
You then held onto her hourglass waist as you thrust in faster, sultry and deep moans escaping from her agape mouth as a response from your actions. After a few seconds, you then capture her lips as the two of you are deeply enamored with the lustful act that's been happening. Her eagerly reciprocating the kiss further sends you to overdrive as you increase the pace, your hammering thrusts making her moan seductively while locking your lips onto hers. Her small whimpers and adorable little noises are the cherries on top, as her saccharine tone is enough to stimulate you, up to your peak. Even her with a faux demeanor or maybe even up to her being a sulky brat, itās still enough to make you down bad towards her, wanting her all along as sheās insatiable and you canāt blame yourself to let your defenses down to this girl that youāre diligently fuckingāher hourglass shape, her luscious, plump lips and itās oh-so-kissable, her pretty face, her fair, pristine skin, her being soft and down to earth and more than what you could think about her.
What a perfect girlāyou mutter upon yourself as the girl in front of you is now a beautiful, disheveled mess. More and more of her nectar gushes out of her cunt as it streams down to your throbbing length and drips down to your balls, wetting the bed sheets belowāyou swear, after this, youāll be struggling to clean the bed on how soaking bed it would be.
āH-Harder, Oppa, please. Fasterāahh! Too fucking good! Oh god, make love t-to me, Oppa!ā
Swearing in Sullyoonās vocabulary is sporadic in nature as when she does, you know something is serious but right now, you could tell how serious she is as you fulfill her wish by exerting more effort, increasing the pace into a faster rhythm as your hammering thrusts ensues, her mouth agape and her moans turning into wild whimpers by how the pleasure is delivered all throughout her body.
āY-Yoonaā¦ā
āAhhāy-yes, Oppa?ā
āI w-want you to fuck from b-behind, can I?ā
She unhesitantly nods as if it wasn't even a question at this pointāwhy would you even ask her when you know that sheāll agree, but nonetheless, asking is still important. As much as you donāt want to pull out of her tight, velvety walls, you should as the both of you switched positions, you then aiding Sullyoon some help. Without wasting any second, you plunge your girth back to her juicy, wet cunt as you didnāt give her some time to adjust, starting off with wild and frantic thrusts. She wanted this anyway so youāre here to fulfill herāif she wants it slow, then youāll do things slow with her as she deserves to be fucked like the princess she is. With the reckless pounding youāre exerting, it is inevitable to feel the tingling sensation on your loins so with that, you then grabbed her hairānot enough to hurt herāas you make a makeshift ponytail, an outlet to fight the pleasure and for it to help you into fucking her as a side-thought came in your mind on how strong the ribbon is on holding onto her hair despite the ruthless acts the both of youāre doing. You didnāt mind it as you can feel your orgasm building up so you gave her the final pounding she deserves as you groan, announcing your release.
āIām g-gonna cum inside you, baby! You gotta t-take it all ināf-f-fuck!ā
āIām going t-to cum too, Oppa! Letās cum t-together?ā
With a nod and a smile, you gave her the green as you yelled her name in ecstasy, burying the entirety of your length in her pussy as thick and thick shots of semen painting her velvety walls white. She then came after you as her walls pulsate around your length, her reservoir breaking loose as her juices gushed out like a waterfall around your shaft. With her euphoric high, she then moans your name too as your blissful orgasm comes to an end after a few seconds, exchanging smiles and kisses as you latch onto her lips once more, letting her know how much you love her and only her. Pulling your length and your lips onto her, your semi-flaccid shaft is now mixed with indistinguishable liquids as all you can see, and possibly, be proud of, is how well, you creampied Sullyoonāyour semen leaking out of her freshly-fucked pussy slowly is a sight to see. With how sensitive and painful you feel right now, you then lay yourself down beside Sullyoon as the both of you looked at each otherās eyes, seeing your worlds within both pupils. Pulling her into an embrace, you grunt in pain as the sensitivity is inevitable, and maybe because of the fact that she drained you and you couldnāt care less because all that matters is how happy you are and how this night will be remembered in your history books.
āYou fucked me so well, Oppaā¦ Itās so warm insideāahhh. I love you so much, Oppa.ā
āI love you too, Yoona, you took me so well too and Iām sorry if itās a bit too roughāā
āShhhāā her index finger lays on top of your lips, refraining you from saying anything further. āāitās what I wanted anyways, Oppa. Thank you for that.ā
Her face hides onto your chest as she rests onto it, herself being comfortable as she becomes enervated with all of the acts youāve done earlier. You then rest your head onto the top of her head, caressing her hair slowly as she looks up with you with those sparkling, puppy eyes that you always have loved. Her chin then rests onto your chest as she smiles in joy, her arms still wrapped around your neck. You already knew that her intentions are clear: her showing how grateful she is as her affectionate actions is enough to make you in awe. She then closed her eyes, still emanating that bright smile of hers, as you patted her head and kissed her forehead, then uttering the words: āI love you so much, Yoona. Thank you for everythingāmwah.ā
Her cheeks flushed rosy pink as she utters the same plethora of words: āI love you too, Oppa. Never let me go, pleaseā¦ļæ½ļæ½
āI wonāt, Yoona. You mean a lot to me and Iāll always protect you, no matter what happens.ā
Closing your eyes as the both of you venture down the abyss, your exasperated bodies then give in to the drowsiness, your bodies still in a form of a warm embraceāyour arms wrapped around each other and head resting on each otherās embrace. Still with your post-orgasmic exhaustion, you managed to slowly push her away from your embrace as you reposition her onto the bed, making herself comfortable. You then wrap her in a blanket as you take a look of her pristine features and how much it makes you in awe. You shine a smile from the sight of her sleeping soundly as not so long after, you join her after wearing an underwear that you got from your chestnut-colored closet. You wrapped her into an embrace again, and involuntarily, she reciprocated to your embrace, her arms wrapping around your neck as she snuggled her head slowly to your collarbones, allowing you to hear her soothing snores. You then closed your eyes as you totally gave in to your drowsiness as slowly, you fell asleep, in Sullyoonās arms.
The night is still young for the both of you yet it is already fulfilled in the state of bliss and you couldnāt be any happier with that. This is a night to remember and it absolutely will be as this is the best day evā
*notification buzzes*
ohmyhaewon on 22:19 - āIāll meet you tomorrow at noon, Oppa. Be there because weāll talk about something. See yaā! ;)ā
Well, this wasnāt according to what youāve plannedā
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June of Doom Day 1 - "Help me."
| Failed Escape | On the Run | Fetal Position |
Catching up on June of Doom as much as I can haha. Next one I think I'll do is CCE, but for now, here's some Rowan/Sawyer content.
Sorry it's shorter than most of my works, haven't been feeling too motivated but I've been forcing myself to get there haha.
CW: Implied drugging, failed escape, intimate/yandere whumper, implied trauma, noncon touching (not sexual), concussions, slight gore
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It had been three months since Sawyer managed to escape from Rowan. Those three months felt like a weight had been lifted off his chest, yet was still somehow more stressful than being in his kidnapper's grasp. He was glad to have freedom again, but terrified every time he went outside. Hell, even when he was inside his shitty motel room he was scared that Rowan would be somehow in his walls.
The fear made it so difficult to do things as simple as getting groceries and going to the laundromat.
There were so many people outside, everywhere. Rowan could blend in with them no problem, and then get Sawyer alone and take him back to his own personal hell.
But... there had been no signs of Rowan ever since Sawyer got out. There hadn't been any flowers on his doorstep, no messages on his phone, no emails to his old Indigo work account.
That was probably because Rowan had no idea where he was (hopefully) and Sawyer was now confined to using a cheap flip phone instead of his smartphone that Rowan had broke.
Sawyer tried not to think about Rowan. He tried to focus on the here and now, and the here and now was buying a few bags of chips at the gas station.
He did his best not to look over his shoulder the entire time he shopped. Every little sound made him jump. People chatting quietly with each other. The cashier running change for another customer. Someone opening the glass freezer door across the room.
Fuck, everything freaked him out nowadays. But he needed to get groceries sooner rather than later. His room had only a microwave and a mini fridge in it, so if he didn't want to go hungry tonight he needed food. He wanted nothing more than to buy a pack of cigarettes, but he couldn't even do that with his little money and lack of ID.
He set down the items he bought onto the counter and waited for the cashier to ring him up. Each moment felt like an hour.
"That'll be $8.36."
"Thanks," Sawyer said, fishing through his pockets. He took out some crumbled bills and counted them out, then dropped the money into the man's open palm. "Keep the change." He needed the money, but he also needed to get out of here asap.
The cashier thanked him. As soon as Sawyer got his change back he left. He went outside with his bagged goods, thankful for the cool breeze outside.
It was already dark outside and he only had the light of the streetlamps to guide him back to his motel room.
It was cold tonight, almost freezing. He should've gotten a jacket from the store, but he'd be fine without one. If he froze to death that would be preferable to going back to Rowan.
Breathing in the crisp air helped him feel a little better, less like he was suffocating under the stress of being outside. At this rate, he was going outside even less than when he was in captivity.
He thought a car was about to pass him, but when it started to slow down by the curb Sawyer's heart nearly stopped.
The car... looked exactly like Rowan's.
Rowan had found him.
No no no no no no no no no no no...
His blood turned to ice and his stomach twisted into knots. All he could manage to do was take a few steps back, dropping his bags of food. The car door opened, and out stepped Rowan. His hair was messier than usual and he wore all black clothing, which was a stark contrast to the cozy wool sweaters and dress shirts that Sawyer was used to seeing him in.
Sawyer didn't waste a second on standing around in shock. He immediately bolted off running in the alleyway right behind him. His lungs were already burning but he couldn't let that stop him. He could hear Rowan call his name from far behind, echoing off the walls.
"Help me!" Sawyer shrieked, running faster than he ever had before. "Someone help me, please! Help-!"
His words were cut short when he ran face first into a brick wall. He blamed the poor lighting for his misstep, and the throbbing pain in his head kept him from getting up as fast as he wanted to.
Rowan slowed down. He was cornered, so he curled up into a ball in an attempt to make himself seem smaller. Maybe it would work. Maybe if he tried hard enough he would just disappear.
"Sawyer," Rowan breathed out, clearly exhausted. Sawyer wasn't sure what happened between the kidnapping and now, but it looked like he had gone through some shit too.
But whatever happened to him wasn't Sawyer's concern. This was his kidnapper, his tormentor, the man who abused him for months. He wasn't going to pity him.
Rowan collapsed on his knees, then pulled Sawyer close to him. It felt strange being so close to someone again; it made Sawyer feel dirty.
Even with the awkward position, Rowan was so much stronger than Sawyer. There was no way he was breaking free of his grip any time soon.
"I missed you so much..." Rowan muttered against Sawyer's hair, squeezing him tighter. "So so so much." His hot breath made Sawyer turn his face away. He was desperate to escape this, any of it. Rowan flashed a knife in his direction, and that was all it took for Sawyer to stop squirming.
The last thing he needed was another injury from his deranged stalker.
Rowan tutted, examining the side of his head with his free hand. "Oh, poor thing. I bet that hurt. But don't worry," he cooed, kissing his forehead. "I'm going to take care of you. That's why you did all of this right? You just wanted me to pay more attention to you." A dark chuckle escaped his throat. "Well, you'll get it, don't you worry."
Next thing Sawyer knew, Rowan had tucked the knife away somewhere in his coat, then forced him to his feet.
Sawyer was sure he was concussed and most likely had a broken nose, so his balance was compromised. But as always, Rowan managed to keep him upright.
He steered them out of the alley and to his car. He contemplated putting him in the trunk, but settled for the backseat instead, since it looked like his beloved wouldn't be awake for much longer.
"You can relax, my dear." Rowan kissed his bloody nose. Sawyer didn't even have the awareness to be disgusted. "Since the typical punishments aren't working on you, I think I've worked up a new solution. You're not allergic to ketamine, are you?"
#rowan oc#sawyer oc#june of doom 2024#day 1#whump#yandere whumper#intimate whumper#implied drugging#tw noncon drugging#whumper x whumpee#whumpee x whumper#carewhumper
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Oouhhh when u mention that sex marathon with step-bro Azul tag... I'm just imagining Azul's mom and his step-dad leaving for a few days (on business trip maybe?) and now that Azul's alone with his step-sibling, he's just trying to fuck them in every corner of the house shdjdjdkdk
Multi-tasking in the kitchen as the two of them prepare for dinner, but some of Azul's tentacles are stuffing his darling sibling up on the counter (or maybe he's eating them out for dinner instead lol).
But but the thing is he just feels soo domestic doing house chores and fucking them in between when there were only the two of them alone together. It's almost like they are playing house again when they were kids, only a bit more intimate and the two of them are more couple-like. Plus, his parents aren't there to reprimand him for kissing them on the lips again.
AAAAA YES OTL sex marathon with step-brother Azul is so scandalous because the two of you have to be careful so he won't knock you up. Or maybe it's entirely unwilling for you and Azul's just been feeding you aphrodisiacs/love potions so you'll be more likely to return his affections. You wake up to your step-brother stuffing you with tentacles, you fall asleep to him fucking you, and even when you're doing simple things like chores or cooking he's got his tentacles laced around you, squeezing you and toying with your most intimate areas!!!! He lies you down on the table and eats you out, insisting you're all the dinner he needs. <3
You beg him not to cum inside because Mama and Papa will be so upset if your brother gets you pregnant. You can't possibly have his babies or start a family with him! They'll never accept it! It's too forbidden! But Azul misses playing House with you. D: he missed kissing you and feeling you and palming your belly, promising to fill you up so that you can become a parent!! He wants to see you round and full with lots of fry. T_T it's been his dream ever since he started loving you more than platonically. And he's just so cute when he's rambling and making so many promises to marry you, to give you a beautiful wedding, to plan a perfect honeymoon, to work extra hard so you'll never have to know suffering. It's okay if he knocks you up; he'll provide for you. He'll show you that a life with him is possible.
Azul loves doing domestic things with you. Shopping at the markets for groceries and ingredients for the restaurant, which Mama Ashengrotto has left in Azul's capable hands while she and Papa are gone, and the two of you bicker over deals and what to get. Or when you both wash up together, sharing the space at the mirror. Or when you're exhausted after a long day and fall asleep in his room, curled up so cutely, and he admires how precious you look before settling down beside you. Or when he's busy doing something and keeps you occupied by filling you with the tentacles that aren't doing work!!!!
Those few days your parents are gone are so enjoyable for Azul because he gets to bond with you on very intimate levels. And you can't stop him from cumming inside when it feels too good. In the end, he knocks you up and you have to hide your growing belly from your parents as the time slowly ticks by. :) (maybe you can lie and say it was one of the Leech twins who got you pregnant; at least that's far more acceptable than admitting your dear step-brother is the one responsible...)
#twisted chit chat#n/sfw#tw: stepcest#every day is a sex marathon if you're part of the leech family#the tweels fuck you like they'll never get to fuck again LOL
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Mindful Arrangement
Here's a thought.
Soap is a flowers kinda guy...
Okay. Let me explain...
18+ MDNI Implied Sexual Themes
Soap is a smart man. He understands the significance and subtle undertones of certain bouquets. And not just the usual roses equals loves clichƩ. He knows those nuances can go deeper. More meaningful. More intimate.
And he'll send them at the most random and impromptu times. Never planned. He likes knowing he'll catch you off guard in your most candid of moments.
Even while on missions halfway around the globe. If he's got fifteen minutes, he's swiping through Flowers.com to see what arrangement catches his eye. Prices be damned, SAS has an unending budget.
And when he's home on leave, never let this man go anywhere alone. Doesn't matter if it's to the grocery store, Home Depot, Lowes, Costco, Walmart, the fucking post office. He'll come back with a truck load of full blooming perennials (because annuals will only last a year, and his love for you is eternal). And yes, he bought matching pots and planters because he's just that passionate about it.
But I digress...
So here's the goods. What they mean to him and what he's trying to tell you.
Roses
It may be clichƩ, but it's a universal sign that he loves you. But more than that, he sends these most often when he's on missions for one very specific reason. He's pining for you.
Perhaps he was on a recon mission, walked by a pastry shop and caught the sweet scent of vanilla and chocolate. And we all know how powerful the sense of smell is on repressed memories. He was then immediately thrusted into your kitchen where you were blissfully making your next confectionary experiment. Splotches of flour dusted on your cheek, quietly humming your favorite tune as you spin around to grab the vanilla extract from the cupboard.
Lilies
The lily symbolizes a lot, depending on their color, arrangement and combinations. But for Soap, it's all about his heart. And he will most often send these to you at work when he's on leave, because it's his way of saying he's thinking of you.
Some men send texts. Others send cards or write little post-it notes. Soap sends a bouquet of stargazer lilies. It's a simple arrangement, half a dozen with no accompaniments. But he knows the implications will be very impactful. Because he's going to be on your mind all day.
Edible Arrangement
I know what you're thinking. Chocolate covered strawberries. He's hungry. And your sweet pussy is the only thing he wants to feast on tonight. And as appetizing as that may be, it's not what his intentions are.
He will only send these when he's home, for this is your first indication that he's taking you out to dinner. And not some typical chain or easy dive in. No, he's going all out.
Expect a dress already picked out for you when you get home. And no, he's not telling you where you're going. That's half the surprise. And those chocolate strawberries are dessert, to be fully enjoyed from the platter of your exposed stomach.
Orchid
This is Soap's piĆØce de rĆ©sistance. The crĆØme de la crĆØme. He makes a point to send these primarily when he's on his way home, for the orchids' significance is very particular. It's sex. (Seriously. Look at it. If you can't see it, you're blind)
He won't send this to your workplace, knowing how flustered and albeit ridiculously horny you'll get with just your first glance. He'll only send this to your home, and within two days of his arrival, because he wants you to fester in unrelenting neediness. He won't text. He won't call. He becomes the world's most thoughtful fucking tease while you have to somehow keep your mind off the fact your hormones are in overdrive and your pussy will be nothing short of Niagara Falls when he finally bursts through your door.
And he's thirsty, he's well equipped to manage that relentless flow. And ready to thrust himself into your cove the second his duffle bag hits the floor.
I know it's not Super Soap Sunday, but I'm tagging the Soap Squad nonetheless. It's been almost seven months since I wrote anything, and it feels so good to finally be back.
@deadbranch @punishmepunisher @sofasoap @d3athtr4psworld @macravishedbymactavish @jynxmirage
If you'd like to be added to the list, please let me know.
Much love š
#mindful arrangements#Super Soap Wednesday?#soap squad#soap squad š§¼#hes a flowers man i tell ya#johnny soap mactavish#john soap mactavish#soap mactavish#john mactavish#cod fanfic#call of duty#cod#call of duty modern warfare
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Hai hai hai how are youuuuu and am very very happy to be you friend WOHOOOOOOOO HDHDHFHFHF Okie I got question what whump tropes are your fav
Iāve been asking myself that question for the past year, lol. The list has definitely been growing with the new tropes Iāve discovered. Iām probably going to list them when I remake my Masterlist, but Iāll use this to start figuring out the ones I like.
Kidnapping/ Held Captive:
This is what started me on my whump journey. Iāve always been obsessed with movies and stories that had scenarios that involved this.
Torture (physical and emotional):
Love interrogations with torture, even just unwarranted torture that leaves the Whumpee helpless and groveling. Making threats of torture and hearing them beg. Begging gives me hard whumperflies.
Giant/Tiny:
This one is recent. Iām starting to love the dynamic of a small whumpee being trapped and helpless against a large Whumpee. Like a cat and a mouse situation. Even caretaker having to be delicate with Whumpee.
Pet whump:
This one is new too, but I think itās more because I like the side of it where Whumpee gets punished and wants to be forgiven by their master so badly. Or even a defiant Whumpee that doesnāt want a master at all but they better listen if they want to live. Im not too big on like the sexual pet side where they need to do intimate favors and thatās the entire dynamic. Thatās not to say I donāt like a little nsfw if itās written well š¤.
Whumper turned Whumpee:
Omg when I tell you I eat this shit up, Iām not even kidding lmao. Just the satisfaction of knocking whumper off their pedestal and giving them a taste of their own medicine gives me whumperflies every time. Whether itās a vengeful caretaker, whumpee, or outside party, someone needs to beat this shit out of that guy.
Wrong place wrong time, or right time?:
Not really a standard trope but I like scenarios where maybe whumpee is just doing a simple thing like grocery shopping or taking a walk down the street and whumper shows up and decides, āyeah, thatās mine nowā. Just snatches whumpee simply for existing. Even if maybe whumper accidentally got Whumpee instead of their original target or was forced to take them because they witnessed something and now they actually like having them as a plaything.
Being held at weaponpoint:
Having a knife to your throat or a gun to your head. Maybe a freaking lightsaber that can cut your limbs off kind of thing. Anything that is a threat to your life and makes your adrenaline pump.
Immortal/ non-human whump:
Vampires, gods, hybrids, mythical beings. Whatever you can think of in this category. I love them being a whumpee. Having this perception that theyāre invincible in their own realms. The strongest, baddest beings alive and yet a ālower beingā has captured them and is breaking then down to nothing.
Multiple Whumpers:
I only sometimes like this. I have a problem with becoming biased towards one of the whumpers so when another one comes over, Iām like, yah no thatās not right. But if itās written well and theres a dynamic where one whumper is way more sadistic and horrendous than the other. Then it makes it interesting to see Whumpee picking favorites.
These are definitely not all of them, just the ones that I could think of in my head right now. I think I definitely lean more towards the āhurtā side of whump. Iām only ever really heavy on the comfort if I feel bad. Like, Iām the one who wants to comfort the whumpee, not the caretaker in the story if that makes sense. Which is why I like to draw because then I can make the things that I want to do for characters come to life.
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#sorrowfulwhump#sorrow talks#anon chats#friend anon#whump tropes#Talk to me about anything#I promise I donāt bite very hard :)
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Angbang?
ULTIMATE SHIP MEME!
Send in two (or more) names and Iāll fill all this out about the ship!
General:
Rate the Ship - Ā Awful | Ew | No pics pls | Iām not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Letās do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs
How long will they last? Depends on the AU, for me, but by default worldbuilding I write with @skaelds they last even beyond the Old World.
How quickly did/will they fall in love? Pretty quickly for Ainur standards
How was their first kiss? Surprising for Melkor's part. Mairon at the time knew him as Thƻ, maia of NƔmo.
Wedding:
Who proposed? Mairon, lmao
Who is the best man/men? n/a
Who is the braidās maid(s)? n/a
Who did the most planning? Mairon. It was a premeditated move hahaha
Who stressed the most? Mairon. Melkor didn't even know Mairon wanted to put a ring on it.
How fancy was the ceremony? - n/a
Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? -Ā n/a. Ainur do not observe customs like Incarnates (men and elves) do. Wedding is a simple thing: shed their fanar, mingle their fĆ«ar. No need for ceremony or vows at all.
Sex:
Who is on top? Again, Ainur don't get intimate the way Incarnates do. Sex for them in shedding corporeal forms and mingling their spirits. But if you're being technical, Melkor mostly 'dominates', because he's Vala. His fƫa is infinitely stronger.
Who is the one to instigate things? Mairon lol. Melkor doesn't care much for intimacy.
How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now
How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Donāt go into the sex dungeon without a horseās head
How long do they normally last? It depends lmao
Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? Yes
How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bedās shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar itād make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wallās so weak it could collapse the next time they do it. | It depends.
How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.
Children:
How many children will they have naturally? -Ā
How many children will they adopt? -
Who gets stuck with the most diapers? -Ā
Who is the stricter parent? -
Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? -
Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? -
Who is the more loved parent? -
Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings?
Who cried the most at graduation? -Ā
Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? -Ā
Cooking:Ā
Who does the most cooking? Melkor imbibes more, but he's more into alcohol and wine. Mairon does not imbibe at all.
Who is the most picky in their food choice? -Ā
Who does the grocery shopping? -
How often do they bake desserts? -
Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? -Ā
Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? -
Who is more likely to suggest going out? -Ā
Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? -Ā
Chores:Ā
Who cleans the room? -Ā Mairon
Who is really against chores? -Ā Neither. Both can pull their weight along tbh
Who cleans up after the pets? Melkor. His dragons, his work lol
Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? Neither
Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? Neither
Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? Both
Misc:
Who takes the longer showers/baths? Mairon
Who takes the dog out for a walk? Mairon
How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? Neither
What are their goals for the relationship? For Melkor, finish his Great Work. For Mairon? To just stay with Melkor and order the world.
Who is most likely to sleep till noon? Neither.
Who plays the most pranks? Melkor.
#dei answers#one of my pet peeves is actually hypersexualized angbang#like wtf?#why would they even#they're SPIRITS#lol#but thats MY take on it.#angbang#mairon#sauron#melkor#morgoth
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jan 13
It was a rough week.
The break-up was Tuesday morning, and getting through that day without crying at my desk was a challenge. I even ended up āworking from homeā the rest of the week because I was so depressed.
I had planned to take part in dry January. I didnāt tell anyone, because honestly I didnāt and still donāt want people knowing that Iām trying to cut back on drinking. No one would probably say anything, but thatās because no one knows how bad it actually is.
I was proud of myself for not drinking as soon as I got home Tuesday. Even more proud of myself for not drinking all day long Wednesday and Thursday. Though it was in my fridge the whole time, I didnāt reach for a drink until Friday around 9pm.
Iād gone grocery shopping, donated some old clothes, rearranged some wall dĆ©cor, and finished some projects Iād been meaning to do around my apartment. I even made myself a healthy dinner of chicken lettuce wraps. (Who is she?) Ā I was feeling more like my independent self, so I rewarded myself with a singular Palm Bay.
I donāt know if it was the lack of carbs or the lack of alcohol in my system for once, but after a few sips I started feeling even more like myself. I went online to my favourite dating site and checked my messages.
I had a simple āhelloā message from a man who then asked if I was free tonight. He was surprisingly in my city for the night for work and was feeling spontaneous, and my old(ish) reckless ways bubbled to the surface. We only exchanged about 10 messages altogether, but it ended with me chugging the Palm Bay while I curled my hair.
He ubered me to his hotel and asked if I wanted to go up to the room first or go for drinks. I tend to some liquid courage in order to talk to anyone new one-on-one and face-to-face, so I told him I was thirsty and we walked around the corner to a restaurant/bar. We each knocked back four beers while talking about our lives, our similarities, our differences.
I always hate when you get out of a relationship and go from talking about your deepest and strangest thoughts, your wildest hopes and dreams, and your most intimate fears and desires - to talking about your favourite colour, or your last vacation, or what hockey team your root for. Itās not that I donāt like meeting new people and learning about them, it just feels like a daunting task sometimes.
But I actually had a really great time. One perk of dating sugar daddies is they do tend to have amazing stories and life experiences. Theyāve been to countries Iāve never heard of, met people Iāve always wanted to, and they offer to take me next time. I havenāt followed up on any offers yet, but I hope to meet someone who will share some of that with me.
A misconception Iāve noticed about sugar daddy dating is that the men are all old, fat, smelly, and ugly. People call them pervs and creeps and NO DOUBT some are ā maybe even most ā but the men Iāve met have been good looking guys, maybe a few pounds overweight but hey so am I. (I need a big boy, anyways, according to SZA.)
Anyways, I have another date on Tuesday with someone else who IS a big boy. Wish me luck!
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HELLO OMG it's so very nice to meet you too! tapping mic, okay my thoughts on iwa are:
i feel like i have a strong strong moral obligation to mention athletic trainer iwa HIS FOREARMS???? his forearms <3 NEED I MENTION MORE??
AND HIS SMILE god his smile ESP IN THAT ONE PANEL
his smileee <33333
and then and then and then and then i think (i know) he'd be the type to soften his hard edges for and around you, the way he'd glare and shoot daggers at oikawa one second and then his eyes crinkle a little at the corners and the way his voice deepens but it's not harsh at all with you the next
when he places a gentle hand on the small of your back to guide you through a crowded place!!!!! when he shortens his stride just a tad so that you can walk at a comfortable pace!!!! when he looks at you with those eyes before holding your face in place to kiss your lips so sweetly (there's a reel i saw a while back that i think is so iwa coded - link: https://www.instagram.com/reel/CiNvcBNJf9a/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==)!!!!
and i just know!!! i just know!!! that when he sits, he manspreads just a bit to where it's insanely attractive, his beefy thighs to his lean waist and broad shoulders :3 and when you sit next to him, he has his arm on the back of the sofa >.< please i hope you know what i'm trying to describe here T-T and then when you snuggle against him and his heart skips a beat but he shifts his body and is curling into your warmth too :3
oh and i know his forearms are the right amount of veiny that's so hot :3 there's no way i could forget that asldfasdlkfj
AND CAN YOU IMAGINE THIS MAN WITH TATTOOS??? goodness (like a simple one on the back of his neck asldfkajsdlf)
and how comforting and reliable he is :(((( bad day? no problem, he's got you, don't even worry
and i feel like he's such an acts of services person (just like me! lakdfjs) or like the really sweet gift giver, like walking by and seeing pretty flowers so he picks one to bring back to you or not forgetting to add your fav stuff in the shopping cart when you both go grocery shopping :(((( or when he when he aldfkasdflasdkf when he made a little diy something for you and he's so bashful giving it to you because he thinks it's so bad but you think it's so sweet
he's so beefy :3 i'm drooling
when he melts into your embrace as your scratch his scalp at that spot he likes best, when he kisses your neck trailing up to your jaw and down to your collarbone, when he pulls you into his lap just because, when he wears those black muscle shirts you love ogling him because he loves the way your face looks as you stare, when he teases you by revealing just a little bit of his stomach and toned abs
he's so husband material
idk if these are the thoughts you were looking for but these are the thoughts i have for this man i'm sorry it got so long alskdfakslj
koi i hope you know this took me to a whole new dimension of brainrot for this man.
tagging zuro anon & @augustinewrites + @itadorey in case you guys want to suffer with me
you are absolutely so REAL for mentioning his forearms koi like wtAFAFSFCSFC i have such a thing for forearms in general. but his? oh god his???! makes me a diff type of insane. the VEINY but right amount is so so REAL OF you koi. i think you're looking at them rn for u to know this.
AND HIS LIL SMILE OH MY GOD PLS. IT GETS ME EVERYTIME. so cheeky. so boyish like can YOU BELIEVE THAT MAN IS 27 THERE WTAFSDFGHSA.
oh my god koi you literally. I FEEL THE EXACT SAME WAY š i honestly think hajime's rlly normAL around everyone except oikawa š and it's rlly just bc they've known eachother for so long that they have their own personas around eachother š BUT YOU KNOW. i think he rlly is really well-mannered otherwise š and is actually sweet š (maybe swears a bit here and there but never yells at you or anything š)
HAND ON LOWER BACK KILLS ME EVERYTIME. at the top of my liST OF SUBTLE INTIMATE GESTURES PLS. AND IT'S SUCH A HE THING TOO š i think he actually is rlly considerate and thoughtful omf š and those eyes... KOI U TOOK ME OUT FR š THAT REEL HOLY EFFHSDBFSD im crying right now
my god the manspreading you get that so spot on too koi like. it's enough to be a manspread but not gojo levels or anything that it's bothersome!! and he absolutely closes em when he's in public spaces like trains!! also definitely offers seats to older people and pregnant women šš and rlly young children šš HIS RATIO. pls.
koi my nose is bleeding from everything u said literally LIKE ARM ON BACK OF SOFA?? SDHJBFGASDHJB the way it also is when he backs up the car. i am. i AM. how his heart skips a beat when you snuggle into him but he tries to play it off is also SO SO SO him i can't even oh GOD š
oh my god don't EVEN GO to small tattoos with him. oh MY GOD. i will GO INSANE KOI i am biting my FIST.
and how dependable and reliable he is is truly my downfall when it comes to him liKE oh my god. is literally running u a bath/shower the moment u get home š i think he's absolutely the type to be so thoughtful in getting you these small things you mentioned to him weeks ago! restocks ur hygiene products for u i just know it. replaces the broken phone stand in ur car after noticing u struggle with it for the nth time this month. AND THE LITTLE DIY THINGS HE'D DO š„¹ oh bless him. i don't think he'd do it often and that's the whole point!!! when he tries to write you a lil letter (which u know is dEFINITELY NOT his love language š) but he knows u like receiving... and its all... his messy handwriting and decorated with like stickers u have no idea where he found ?? i donāt think itās pretty at all but it looks like effort and every bit of the love he has for you. and he's so shy giving it to you too oH oH OHHH oh my god bLESS him i would marry him on the spot.
i think he's so into physical affection too š really touchy tbh š pda in the subtle ways but when you're alone together he's clinging onto you š always wanting to touch you š AND OMF the melting in ur embrace and scratching his scalp... SO REAL OF U KOI... the kisses... the pulling into lap... koi... KOI.... YOU š«µš«µš«µ you are killing me rn. and how. u can still never remove the little shit in him that teases u like u said. with his damn tshirts. when he stretches to expose skin. oOOHHH HEEE.... HE... he KNOWS...... he's never showy/cocky with his physique to others but oW when it comes to you....
HE REALLY IS SO HUSBAND. HE IS SO.
do not apologise koi. these are definitely the thoughts i have of this man. i AM GOING INSANE BITING MY FIST. i also saw that u like oikawa (i love him too) and i think, like u said, i have an equal want of having iwa as my husband and oikawa as the father of my children š they'd both be good at either but it's still just. THAT'S THE VIBES, u feel?
#sniffling crying at this koi GOD HELP ME#long post ahead#i can't believe this i am actually snifflin and crying#i LOVE IWAIZUMI SO MUCH#dear-koi#ask#rep#seiwa.š¤#i will also tag every brainrot ever w that now#ZURO ANON ARE U SEEING THIS RN š#nonie.zuro
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Tagged By: Stole it from the lovely @lediableblanc-amoureuxdechatsā Tagging: Be Fae, steal memes The Nurse Shark || Beth RileyĀ
1. Can they use chopsticks?
Beth learned to use chopsticks the same time she learned how to use a fork and spoon. As a small child, she preferred to use them to stab at food in barbaric fashion and the rare occasion the Admiral joined the family for dinner, there was a lot of over-correction. Bethās table manners are now immaculate but when sheās on her own or with deeply close friends or family, sheāll ditch utensils entirely and use her fingers. 2. What do they do if they cannot sleep?
Beth has been a lifelong chronic insomniac; partially due to sleep paralysis and night terrors, and partly a strange need to constantly move, which will actually wake her up even if she can get to sleep. She might spend the time awake in bed reading or catching up on paperwork. If she canāt get comfortable in bed, she might pad her way to the couch and try to watch something on the television {captions on} or listen to music, and knitting with either other activity. And if she has too much energy, she will paint or dance. The only times Beth really gets sleep is when she literally passes out from exhaustion. 3. What would they impulse buy at the grocery store? Beth does not cook; some sort of curse afflicts her and everything she tries tends to burn or come out raw, or too saltyā¦ She's a wreck. The only thing she canĀ make is an irish stew in the crockpot, and itās usually way too much for just one person. She allows her personal chef to plan menus and order groceries. She does enjoy going to farmerās markets for the fresh fruits and vegetables that make up her primary diet, or specialty stores when she goes in search of comfort food from home: snack-nori, spam, li hui ming powder, hurricane popcorn. She will also go out of her way to procure passion fruit, guavas, and oranges, to make POG since she doesnāt see it produced in the mainland. Beth also doesnāt really eat much or with any regularity, despite having a high metabolism. 4. What order do they wash things in the shower?
Beth starts with washing her hair, back to the showerhead, before turning around and conditioning it, leaving it in for the duration of her shower. Next she washes and exfoliates her face and neck. Her arms and torso, her intimate bits, and finally legs and feet. If sheās running short on time, sheāll also brush her teeth in the shower. She doesnāt bother with shaving; sheās never been particularly hairy below from the neck down, and what little there is she waxes. She typically takes thirty minutes to shower, dry, and dress. She never skips the moisturising step because the mainland is entirely too dry for her tastes. When she has the time to indulge, she will take the longest most luxurious baths humanly possible, often submerging completely for long minutes. 5. What is their go-to coffee order?
Considering her best friend in the world owns a coffee shop, Beth typically begins her day with a quad-shot āKonachinoā which is a signature drink Jay makes. Itās a coconut milk latte with four shots of espresso made from finely ground Kona coffee harvested from the slopes of her beloved Mauna Kea. Itās finished with macadamia nut syrup, whipped coconut cream, and four packets of sugar-in-the-raw. If she canāt get to Jayās and she has to go to some other shop, she keeps it simple with a vanilla soy quad-shot latte. On hour ten or more at work, sheāll drink whatever caffeine is available so she doesnāt actually die on shift. 6. What sort of apps do they have on their smartphone?
Beth actually doesnāt have a lot of useful things on her phone as she genuinely isnāt interested in most things people canāt live without. She still has CitySourced Honolulu 311 ~where one can report broken streetlights, cracked sidewalks, abandoned automobiles and the like~ as well as GoAkamai which is traffic info for the island of Oāahu. She has all her important stored numbers, Words with Friends, and finally Reef Defender, an educational mobile game in which the good guy is a shark. She specifically does not have her instagram on there, nor does she have Tinder or any other dating app, and she absolutely doesnāt keep her phone on her when sheās on the floor. Tik-tok, especially Nurse-Tok drives her absolutely batty. 7. How do they act around children? Beth absolutely loves children, from newborns to teenagers. She treats them with love and kindness, with the same dignity and respect she would give to adults. She has vast stores of patients and will listen to them go on for as long as they are interested in interacting. She would give anything to have children of her own, even if thatās only a fantasy. She often keeps hand-knitted sea creatures or other little tokens for those who have to come through the ER and often spends what little breaktime she might get down in Pediatrics or specifically the NICU. People tend to say Beth would make an excellent mother. 8. What do they watch on TV if theyāre bored and nothing they really like is on? Beth has never missed a single episode of Shark Week, and will even book vacation time to stay home and watch it, even if a lot of the time she disagrees with the information presented. She will go back and rewatch old episodes over and over again. She will also watch Forensic Crime documentaries, medical documentaries and fictional shows {{She loved how ridiculous House was, and thinks Scrubs is one of the greatest shows ever made}} but for the most part, she doesnāt really bother with television.
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If you don't want to write this, I completely understand.
Can I request hetalia x reader where Russia sees his s/o have a seizure for the first time? Even though I'm really good with my medicine, I still get them now and again. I don't have seizures where I shake a lot, I just end up on the floor jerking very tensed up.
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Warnings: Usual YANDERE behaviour, reader having a seizure, poor babygirl fr.
Hope I did it well! This was such a pleasure to write, and I tried to make it fluffy but with creepy Ivan lol. really hope it was to your liking. I'm sorry if it wasn't so relatable for you ā” So much going on in the world right now, remember to educate yourself and contribute in anyway you can. ā”
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The snow crunched under your boots with satisfying sounds as you sped towards the supermarket, your handbag swinging wildly behind you along with the ends of your cape. Your breath formed clouds in the cold air, disappearing as quickly as they appeared.
The supermarket's fluorescent lights spilled out into the darkening evening, a beacon of warmth against the biting cold. Pushing through the glass doors, you welcomed the sudden rush of heated air, your cheeks tingling with the shift in temperature. The store was surprisingly empty, save for the soft hum of refrigerators and the occasional distant clatter of a shopping cart.
Moving through the aisles, you took a moment to appreciate the solitude that the near-empty supermarket offered. The shelves were neatly stocked, the bright packaging of products creating a kaleidoscope of colors that caught your eye
You sighed with relief, the tension from the cold beginning to melt away. Opening your bag, you searched for the grocery list you had prepared earlier. Your fingers found the crumpled paper tucked away in a side pocket, the handwriting slightly smudged but still legible.
It was a simple list, but it grounded you, a plan to follow amidst the vast array of choices the supermarket offered. You wouldn't have to debate with yourself in your head on what groceries to pick. The one time you got caught mumbling to yourself was embrassing enough.
First, to the produce section, where the fresh scent of fruits and vegetables filled the air. You selected a few ripe apples, their skin smooth and glossy under the storeās fluorescent lights. Several oranges, all juicy. Then you also picked up a sweet melon.
Next, you navigated to the bakery, where the warm, comforting aroma of freshly baked bread was almost overwhelming. You chose a loaf of crusty bread, imagining the crackle of its crust as you would later break it apart at home.
As you turned towards the dairy aisle, your handbag bumped lightly against the shelves, the sound echoing softly in the quiet store. You were lost in the simple pleasure of shopping, the act of choosing and deliberating bringing a sense of peace. Different from your usual hectic schedule, juggling several university classes and a job was hard on you recently.
It was in the midst of this calm, with your basket slowly filling, that the first warning signs appeared.
A subtle shift in your perception, a light-headedness that seemed out of place. You paused, trying to steady yourself against the sudden wave of dizziness. The colors around you started to blur, the sounds of the supermarket fading into a distant hum.
Your focus narrowed as you tried to push through the disorienting sensations, determined not to let them overshadow the tranquillity of your shopping. But as you reached for a carton of milk, your muscles tensed, an involuntary response that heralded the onset of a seizure.
Panic fluttered in your chest, not for the seizure itself, but for the vulnerability of experiencing it here, in this public yet intimate setting. You were quite experienced in handling yourself, but nonetheless, the uncomfortability was present whenever it occurred in a public setting.
Before you could brace yourself or seek help, your legs gave out, and you found yourself collapsing onto the cold floor. The world around you dimmed, slipping away as the seizure took hold.
The cold, hard floor felt unforgiving as you twitched and jerked involuntarily, a wave of anxiety tightening in your chest. Your heart raced as you tried to regain control, each gasp for breath labored. In the distance, the sound of a cart and hurried footsteps grew louder. Someone was calling out with worried tones, her urgency cutting through the disorienting haze.
āāāāāāāāāāāā
Ivan, despite his big stature, had always been surprisingly adept at the subtle art of observation. He had a natural talent for noticing the small details that others might overlook, and he used this ability to keep a watchful eye on those he cared about obviously, duh.
Since he was truly just observing you, it wasn't stalking or spying, per se; he was merely taking moments out of his day to look after you, albeit from a distance and with utmost discretion. He was only making sure that you were safe and happy as a worthy man ought to do.
Although a part of him didn't particularly care if you or anyone else noticed him, confident that his imposing aura and towering figure would be enough to deter any suspicion. Ivan continued his watchful vigil, his presence commanding enough to keep most at bay without him needing to actively assert his dominance.
If someone made too much of a fuss, he would simply take care of them in the way he knew best, ensuring they never got in the way again.
He had traced your footsteps left behind in the snow, marveling at the stark size difference between the imprints you left and his own. Slowly catching the door just before it closed behind you, he entered cautiously. His eyes scanned the mostly vacant store, the fluorescent lights casting an eerie glow on the empty aisles, until they finally landed on your retreating figure.
The usual empty smile crawled to Ivan's lips, slowly slipping away to a firm line as he silently followed you through the aisles. He moved with careful steps, his large hands skimming over items on the shelvesāselecting a few apples there, picking up a loaf of bread hereāto maintain the facade of a casual shopper. His keen eyes never left you, watching your every move while trying not to attract your attention.
Dressed in a fitted black sweater that accentuated his massive frame, military-style jeans, and a cap pulled low over his brow, Ivan attempted to blend in as best as he could- scarf left at home because of his own moment of stupidity he supposed. The attire was practical, meant for comfort and functionality, yet it gave him a somewhat intimidating presence especially with the visible bandages on his neck. Despite his size and the somber look on his face, he hoped you wouldn't find him suspicious.
As you moved towards the dairy aisle, Ivan adjusted his pace, ensuring he was always a few steps behind. His mind raced with thoughts of protection, a sense of responsibility that drove him to keep an eye on you from a distance. He couldn't help it, you were just such an adorable, vulnerable and a kind-hearted lady, you had to be taken care of.
Every now and then, he pretended to examine a product on the shelf, all the while maintaining his surveillance of your movements. Ivan planned to find a way to casually bump into you before you left, ensuring he could gauge your well-being as well as finally initiating a conversation.
His steps were quiet on the polished floor, his gaze unwavering as he continued to shadow you through the store ā
Until you collapsed.
Ivan felt as if he had been drench with cold water, buried under heaps of snow, as he watched you suddenly stiffen, shaking slightly until you fell down. At first, he didn't understand what was happening. He froze in place, his eyes widening as they took in your tensed form on the cold supermarket floor.
His heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing to comprehend the situation. It was as if time had slowed down around him, the world falling away as he focused solely on you. Ivan's hands twitched at his sides, aching to reach out and help, but he held back, something in his mind racing-
āSomeone! I- I donāt understand whatās going on! Oh dearāā
Ivan snapped out of his anxiety-induced trance at the new predence and the sound of a pleading lady kneeling beside you. Her presence and your state prompted him to move swiftly. His mind quickly deciphered the situation as the lady moved away, allowing him to gently hold you in his lap. Familiar with what was going on with you.
You were having a seizure.
And he had just frozen as you fell to the ground. His heart plummeted at the realization, guilt gnawing at him for not reacting sooner. He hadn't known you for long, and although he could have easily obtained all of your details with a tilt of his head, he had chosen to get to know you traditionally. He wanted to build a genuine connection with his future wife! But now, as he watched you in distress, he regretted not being more proactive.
If he had at least tried to learn your basic details, he would have known about your medical condition and been better prepared to help you in this moment of distress. To protect your feeble self from this cruel world.
Kneeling beside you, Ivanās hands trembled slightly as he carefully positioned you, ensuring you were safe. He spoke softly, trying to offer comfort despite the turmoil within him. āItās going to be okay. Iām here.ā His stoic demeanor was replaced with genuine concern, his eyes never leaving your pretty face as he monitored your condition.
Ivan held you securely, ensuring you didnāt hurt yourself during the seizure. He kept you in a safe position, making sure your airway was clear and that you wouldnāt injure your head or limbs on the hard floor. His strong hands gently cradled your head, providing a cushion against the unforgiving surface.
As the seizure gradually subsided, your body began to relax, the violent jerking easing into a stillness that left you exhausted. Ivan stayed vigilant, watching for any signs of lingering distress or complications. He was quite experienced during such situations, though he was also so scared that you could be hurt.
Once the seizure had fully stopped, Ivan carefully turned you onto your side, adopting the recovery position to ensure you could breathe easily. He continued to speak to you in soft, soothing tones, reassuring you even though you might not fully comprehend his words in your disoriented state.
After ensuring you were stable, Ivan reached into his pocket for his phone, quickly dialing his personal medical team. He knew it was essential to get you medical attention, even if you seemed to be recovering. He was not taking any chances whatsoever. While waiting for "help" to arrive, Ivan kept you close, your state driving him to stay by your side and almost engulf you with his body.
He monitored your breathing, making sure you were as comfortable as possible. His eyes never left you, his concern for your well-being overriding everything else.
As he continued to keep an eye on you, a deep frown crept onto Ivan's face. His brows scrunched in a thoughtful expression, he took in the scene around him. The lady from before was still there, watching with confused and scared eyes, her hands nervously wringing the hem of her coat. She seemed unsure of what to do, glancing between you and Ivan as if seeking guidance.
Ivan was acutely aware of her presence and the urgency of the situation. He knew he had to take matters into his own hands. Immediately. He couldn't afford to wait any longer, not when anyone could have possibly taken advantage of you. His precious snowflake.
Taking a deep breath, Ivan sighed and made a quick decision. Cautiously, he placed one of his thick arms under your waist and the other under your legs, lifting you into a bridal carry with no effort or grunt. You felt as weightless as a maiden made of wool in his strong arms.
The lady nearby gasped and moved backward in awe at his flexed and large stature, her hand covering her mouth. Ivan didnāt pay much attention to her reaction. His focus was solely on you, ensuring his arms were securely around your frame.
As he held you, a wave of realization washed over himāhe was really, truly holding you in the flesh, in his arms. The intimacy of the moment almost made him falter, but he steadied himself. Ivan tilted his head towards the lady, who met his gaze with a flushed face.
"I will take care of her," he said firmly, his accent thick, before turning and walking away with you in his arms. The lady watched Ivan walk away, her eyes filled with relief and cheeks pink. Ivan's steps were purposeful, his heart heavy with concern and giddiness as you curled closer to his chest.
āāāāāāāāāāāā
Warmth enveloped you. First, it was the cool hand of the well-being lady, who fretted over you, making you feel rather embarrassed at causing someone else so much worry. Her concern was evident in every touch, every word spoken with urgency.
Then he stepped inā a man you had admittedly eyed eagerly when you caught a glimpse of him near the aisles. You felt even more embarrassed at that, your eyes closed tightly as you tried to breathe quickly to regain control. You remembered stealing glances at him, noticing his imposing stature.
When he started to take care of you, his voice was laced with tender concern. He aided you with patient expertise and goodness, his movements practiced and sure. When he picked you up, it was as if you were made of nothing but a bundle of feathers. He was strong, his arms easily wrapping around you with a firm hold.
You could feel his warmth radiating through you, contrasting sharply with the cold floor you had been lying on moments before. As he carried you away from the supermarket aisle, you couldn't help but feel a mix of emotionsāgratitude for his help, embarrassment at your vulnerability, a flutter in your chest.
You kept your eyes closed, trying to focus on your breathing, feeling the steady rhythm of his steps beneath you. Ivan's deep voice cut through the haze of your thoughts, his words soothing and steady.
"Everything will be alright. You're safe nowā
You felt the warmth of Ivan's chest against your cheek as you rested your head against him, his presence a solid anchor in the midst of your dizziness.
The supermarket air faded into the background as Ivan carried you towards the entrance, sure of what he was about to do. You opened your eyes to see his charming face above you, specifically the bandages wrapped around his neck. His eyes filled with concern yet also a peculiar glint of something you couldn't quite place.
You managed a small, grateful smile, overwhelmed by everything and especially by his care. Though you were also blushing furiously, despite the man simply being a helpful, decent individual.
Agh, what was wrong with you? You were too old for silly crushes like this, get a grip!
"Thank you," you managed to whisper, your voice shaky from before but sincere.
Ivan's expression softened, a faint smile touching his lips. "You're welcome," he replied, his voice gentle.
He continued on with a carefree smile.
āDon't worry, you are coming home with me, da?"
"....... wha..",
Wait, what ā
You rapidly started blinking in confusion, unsure if you had heard him correctly. A sense of dread soon crawled all over you, stinging realization swarming your thoughts. It felt as if pure ice coated your skin, squeezing every organ and rendering you paralysed forever.
You had your doubts, suspicions that had been growing for some time, feeling of being watched, thudded footsteps, muffled whispers. He did look quite familiar when you turned around and caught a glimpse of him, as if you had seen him before. Somewhere, sometimes at night or morning, the library near your apartment or even your university.
He had been following you all along.
"I will take great care of you."
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From Barboncino to Barbenheimer
Meet an EWOC organizer who helped organize Barboncino and Nitehawk and moves at the āspeed of trust.ā
The Dam Breaks
In June 2022, a sewage pipe exploded in the basement of Barboncino Pizzeria in Brooklynās Crown Heights neighborhood. This caused a catastrophic flood within the restaurant in the middle of a busy service. Management forced workers to leave the floor upstairs in the dining area and start bailing out the sewage runoff. Workers had to vacuum and dispose of toilet paper, feminine hygiene products, and sewage water.Ā
When they had finally cleaned up the toxic mess, they were covered in filth and expected their manager to let them go home. The owner of Barboncino told the manager that if workers went home, he would consider it āa mutinous act.ā
And so, the workers walked off the job.
For Alex Dinndorf and his co-workers at Barboncino Pizzeria, this was the last straw. Alexās roommate Mike was one of those workers responsible for bailing out the sewage. āI could smell it all the way from the second floor,ā said Alex. He vividly remembers the stench from Mikeās clothing the minute he walked into the vestibule of their four-story apartment building.
From Twin Cities to NYC
Originally from the Minneapolis metro area, Alex is a veteran of the food service and restaurant industries. His first job at age 15 was at a McDonaldās. His first union job at age 17 was in a deli at Cub Foods, a large regional grocery chain in Minneapolis. Alex prepared food, carving and slicing meat ā one of the ādirtier jobsā in the grocery store, which came with a membership in the United Food and Commercial Workers International Union (UFCW) local.
āI didnāt know anything about unions at the time,ā said Alex. āI was just a kid, but I remember even as a high school student thinking that I made a little bit more than some of my friends made with this union job.ā
At 18, Alex moved to New York City and worked in more restaurants there. He recalls that this was a turning point for him. āI lived with seven roommates in Crown Heights. My rent at the time was $800 a month and my wage in 2016 was $9 an hour. It was awful.ā
Radicalizing on the Line
After years of working abysmal jobs in terrible kitchens as a line cook and a dishwasher, fast food and grocery stores, Alex declares, āI became politically radicalized working in places like this.ā Intimately familiar with the raucous, chaotic, and at times dangerous working conditions that are emblematic of restaurants, Alex describes the kinds of working conditions that food services workers have had to endure.
āPeople are working with knives and theyāre yelling at each other, swearing,ā he said. āThey get burned and hurt all the time. Youāre working until 2:00 in the morning, and your boss might be drunk. Thereās rampant abuse and misconduct and sexual harassment. Everyone who works in the food service industry, especially over many years, starts to see how unregulated it is. Itās like the Wild West.ā
Barboncino was not unique. There were numerous examples of scheduling problems and unjust disciplinary treatment. āYou say something that the manager doesnāt like, or you stand up for yourself, and you can get fired just like that,ā he said.
There were also simple things that made working conditions intolerable over time. For example, when Barboncino was ridiculously low on forks for two months, bussers had to run down silverware constantly. Something like this would be an easy fix, but the owners were not interested in equipping their workers to operate efficiently.Ā Ā
An Historic Union at Barboncino
Until that infamous night, which Alex and his friends euphemistically dubbed āpoop night,ā workers at Barboncino had only casually thrown around the possibility of forming a union. Alex had been inspired by the Starbucks Workers United campaign of smaller unionized shops popping up all over the country during the pandemic.Ā
āI started to think that maybe itād be interesting if I worked at a unionized restaurant,ā he said. Brendan, another Barboncino co-worker and close friend, had been involved with New York City DSA, which had connections with EWOC.
Working with EWOC
Brendan reached out to EWOC, who paired them with Andrew Stando, a veteran EWOC organizer. This was Alexās introduction to the EWOC organizing model. Being educated and trained by Andrew as a worker, Alex learned practically what it meant to build a union and how realistic and approachable it was.
āAndrew was an incredibly dedicated EWOC representative,ā said Alex. āHe started going to our meetings and giving us counsel right away. He was very much a classic organizer, listening 75% of the time, speaking 25% of the time, and from there we started to learn how to organize.ā
Andrew has become a close mentor and friend to Alex through this process. As for the rest of the workers at Barboncino, Alex reveals that getting them on board happened quite naturally.Ā
āOnce people understood what a union was, they wanted one,ā he said. Alex and his co-workers educated themselves about their Weingarten rights and progressive ideas that could be incorporated in the contract. They learned that a contract could protect them from being over-scheduled, prevent sexual harassment, and provide a living wage. They reflected on what it could actually mean to have regular hours and strong disciplinary protections.Ā Ā
Winning the Barboncino Union
Barboncino Workers United won their election in July 2023, approximately one year and one month after that unforgettable night when their boss forced them to work in unsafe, unsanitary conditions and became the first unionized pizzeria in NYC. The experience of building a union with his best friends left Alex with a desire to get more seriously involved in the labor movement. Almost immediately, he joined EWOC as a volunteer organizer.
Alex had a vision to build Barboncino into this progressive idea of what a restaurant could be. Since it was the first unionized pizzeria in NYC, he wanted to create a blueprint to bring unions to all food and beverage workers one shop at a time.
In January, Alex attended the āInside Organizer Schoolā and met Richard Bensinger, who advised him that, āgrandiosity is an excuse for laziness.ā This left an impression on Alex. With those sobering words as a guide, Alex recognizes that organizing the service industry happens one shop at a time, worker to worker.Ā
Follow Barboncino Workers United (@barboncionworkersunited)Ā on X/Twitter and Instagram
The Barbenheimer Effect
The media buzz surrounding Barboncino Workers United during the summer of 2023 intrigued workers at Nitehawk Theater. They had just endured a difficult summer due to the popularity of ticket sales from āBarbenheimer,ā wherein two blockbuster movies, āBarbieā and āOppenheimerā were released as a double feature. The sudden flood of customer traffic brought to stark light the problems that had always been there of overscheduling, low pay, and unsafe working conditions.
Nitehawk is a dinner theater in Prospect Park that offers drinks and refreshments to customers while they enjoy a movie in a dark theater. The uniquely complex and challenging working conditions at Nitehawk were notorious in Brooklyn. The theater requires a variety of staff, from cooks to bartenders to food servers, to provide these concierge services. Food runners wear earpieces while discreetly navigating a network of weaving stairs, in and out of seven different theater screens within a 100 year-old building.
The owners at Nitehawk were ecstatic that Nitehawk Prospect Park was one of the highest grossing movie theaters in the country that summer. They convened a meeting with their staff to boast about their success with little acknowledgement of the hardships that workers faced.
After the workers at Nitehawk reached out, Alex supported their intake. He joined their earliest meetings and helped to connect them with UAW local 2179. There was a lesson to be learned about the difference between organizing his own workplace at Barboncino and organizing Nitehawk. Alex realized that once he was no longer a worker, he could not exert influence on the shop floor, where the organizing conversations were happening. āYou can give workers advice, but at the end of the day, all the power in the shop comes from rank and file,ā he said.
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āBuild strong, not fastā
Alex works closely with Will, who is the UAW representative, and expresses that itās very much a partnership between EWOC and the UAW. Alex feels strongly that an incredibly dedicated volunteer organizer is what builds success in these campaigns. Just as Andrew Stando supported, trained, and modeled the type of dedicated EWOC volunteer organizer that Alex aspires to be, Alex finds fulfillment in doing the same.
āI go to every single organizing committee meeting,ā he declares. āIām in the group chats and supporting the workers anyway I can.ā Alex often connects with the other food service workers who are organizing in NYC, even if theyāre with different unions or brand workers. āA big part of the scene is just checking in and saying hi and making yourself available,ā he said.Ā
Alex encourages workers, āto build strong, not fast. A key lesson that Iāve learned is that organizing moves at the speed of trust. Everything is about relationships, asking for updates, and establishing rapport. And for people who want to organize service workers specifically, itās important to be prompt, respond quickly to someone who needs help, and donāt be a stranger.ā
Personal Growth
Being an EWOC volunteer organizer also has personal significance for Alex. āWorking in these places my entire life,ā he said, ābeing exploited and undermined, working at McDonaldās, working saute, as a fry cook, as a line cook, doing all of these laborious jobs for terrible wages, I felt like it was a chance to fight back.ā
A graduate of Hunter College with a degree in english and political science, Alex had at one time considered becoming a librarian due to his love of books and reading. Today, he regards his vision for a powerful and growing labor movement as his labor of love.Ā
āI always feel better after I do organizing work,ā he said. āEven if Iām having a bad day, or if I want to just do nothing, Iāll send a useful e-mail or send somebody the right contact information or have a phone call, and I always feel better.ā
Alexās message to other food service workers: āThere are so many reasons why you should organize!ā Alex hopes to galvanize other workers in the food service and restaurant industries to unionize.
The Future of Organizing
āThe Barboncino model, now the Nitehawk model, proves that you can unionize a restaurant and you could also unionize a giant in the restaurant industry,ā he said. āEven if you donāt have organizing experience, and you feel like you canāt organize your own shop. Start with a base, think locally and contact EWOC support. If youāre looking for a job, there are plenty of campaigns that could use young, ambitious left-wing workers, just let me know!ā
Thinking back on his own evolution, Alex counsels young people who feel black-pilled or fatalistic to become a part of a political project that they really believe in. āItās a ton of work, and Iāve made sacrifices to put workers first,ā he said. āBut I love it. I wouldnāt want to do anything else.ā
Workers United recently hired Alex Dinndorf as a part-time organizer. He is involved with campaigns in New York City and remotely around the country and still very much involved with organizing restaurant workers, including another restaurant campaign in Brooklyn.Ā
If youād like to connect with Alex, he can be reached at [email protected].
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idk grocery shopping with levi sounds hella cute
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Because, for one, Levi looks cute as hell in the grocery store. Heās focused, but also a little aloof all at once, a rare combination. Heās got a list and he sticks to it, but even he is easily swayed by products on sale. He loves a good sale.Ā
He always picks out the produce. Heās very particular about the vegetables, especially. Heās not the guy spending 15 minutes analyzing the perfect bell pepper, but he doesnāt want a mangly, weak looking one either. Thereās a balance, and heās got the eye for it.Ā
He pushes the cart, too. Sometimes heāll walk away to grab something if youāre in line for something else like cold cuts, to make it more efficient, but he always ends up pushing the cart after.Ā
The cart is pretty organized, too. The meats do not touch the produce, and nothing cold touches any plastic, there is no unfortunate condensation when Levi is around. Eggs in the little seat holder where kids are supposed to go, so that they donāt break. Toss something in the cart all willy nilly and see if he doesnāt twist your ear for it.Ā
Makes his grocery list by things heās gonna cook, mostly. Heāll pick up essentials, or small things youāre out of, but itās mostly by what he intends to prepare for dinner. Lists a lot of options, so he always asks you to help narrow it down when heās stuck.Ā
He does not like the freezer aisle. Thereās nothing in there for him, except maybe ice cream on occasion. You drag him to it and he just sighs, begrudgingly, but affectionately, as you convince him to try one of your fav frozen foods.Ā
(If you really break him down, heāll try them. If he doesnāt like it, tho, heās vocal about it. And he also claims he can make it better. And he does).
Grumbles about the price of cheese. As he should. Cheese is ridiculously expensive. But he also loves it, so, yes, heās upset that itās gonna cost him $13 dollars for a block of cheese, but itās worth it. Hopefully.Ā
Like I said, sometimes, heāll leave to pick up nearby things if youāre in line for cold cuts or the butcher/fish place thing, but for the most part he likes to stick with you/likes you by his side. He likes the small talk you make in between, and asking you your opinions between two different brands of the same product, and hearing you bitch about certain things you hate. Itās a weird little moment of... public intimacy. Strange, but he likes it.Ā
You try to put some general, name brand, boxed tea in the cart to mess with him. He throws it right back at your head.Ā
If you fall for the last minute sweets and gum and magazines they have at the checkout, Levi will physically hold you back. You donāt need anymore gum. In his opinion, you donāt even need to be chewing gum at all. No more... but heāll let a pack of Starbursts slide every now and then.Ā
Actually, I think he would prefer self-checkout, because that would mean less people touching his things, and he can go at his own pace and pack things in his bag as he goes. What he does not like is the giant ass camera and the image of him on the screen in front of his face. Heās trying to bag his groceries in peace, trust him, if he wanted to steal something, they wouldnāt have caught him šš
He doesnāt understand how there are so many different kinds and different brands of milk. He just wants his 2% bye.Ā
He carries the majority of the bags back to the car--but, then again, he also uses, like, 4 big reusable bags at most because heās really efficient at packing them. So, he just takes them all up when heās done. Donāt ask to help him out, in fact, by the time you ask, heās probably already at the car.Ā
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