#that’s enough exposing myself for today i think LOL
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Dream anon again! I was curious if you had any questions you associate with your favorite bllk boys btw?? "Honey" by Johnny Stimson makes me deeply think of Bachira in love while the One Punch Man theme song is what I would play personally for Kunigami's intro to a game as his hero theme lmao. Ty for reading!
hi dream anon !! 🥺 (omg so sorry that i took ages with this i was a little swamped with Life™ but i hope you’re doing swell<3)
i’m gonna assume you meant songs ! :) hhmmmm that’s interesting actually, because when i write i just pull up my go to instrumental playlist ‘cause lyrics.... distract me LOL (i try to blame it on the Bilingual Brain but…. 🥹🥹 yeah no i’m not even convincing me with that one) however !!
there have been a few songs (when i was just casually listening) that very insistently made certain bllk boys wiggle in my mind 🤔 ‘the catcher in the rye’ by elephanz to me is just– sae right after he realized he’s stupidly in love with you, but you’ve slipped out of his grasp a long, long time ago now – and he’s terrified he’ll never win you back. terrified to know the thought alone of you not being a part of his life shatters something permanent inside him. (but eventually, after long, thorough, heartbreaking groveling and trail and error, he’ll win you back. and the sweeping joy of it all is worth it in the end<3) nskzjebdbdjdks forgive me that is so specific HELPP. i actually have an embarrassing amount of songs i associate with sae but we’re not gonna talk about that bc i’m not supposed to be in love with him 😤
i think i mentioned this before on here but ‘clown’ by njomza is just absolute peak making kaiser crawl on his knees for you pathetically LOL as he deserves. also – and this is so funny to me to this day – right after the nagireo break up happened in the manga i was just like imagining reo gaslight gatekeep girlbossing through it and blasting ‘mean!’ by madeline the person on full volume like yeah girl you deserve better than him sksjsbbddnjsnsn pls okay shut up river
#—ping! new message from (anon)#that’s enough exposing myself for today i think LOL#(zari no i am not in love with sae ur eyes are just decieving you)#might queue up those songs u mentioned tho👀#i hope this is what you mean dream anon waaaahhh again so sorry for the late ass reply. i know these are also kind self insert-ish but i’m#slutty like that unfortunately i just want them for myself LMAO#also…… shakira’s new song is. churning ideas in me y’all 😳😳 divorcing ur big shot soccer player husband bc he doesn’t treat you right only-#-for him to realize it was the worst mistake of his fucking like mmmmmm yes delicious#okay i am actually shutting up now alsjsbbddndk my bad#blue lock x reader#sae >:(#bastard kaiser </3#loverboy reo <3
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reputation - lando norris
pop star reader x lando norris social media au
part two - part three
a/n: lando did a very reputation-like helmet and the hamster in my brain started working. rep's songs are also very lando coded to me. faceclaim is soyeon from (G)I-dle
requests are open, but i may get to them late because uni is kicking my ass!
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f1waggossip: McLaren’s golden boy seems to be newly single… at least that’s what the streets say, considering his last girlfriend, pop star Y/N L/N, has not been seen in months at the paddock following a very public fall out with her former girl squad, and consequent fall from grace from everyone’s eyes. They seemed in love. What do you think?
landonorrizz: honestly, i never understood the hype for her. she has always been a red flag and dramatic!!
mercedesgarage: i don’t get it lol i don’t follow her, what happened?
455chilli: basically she was friends with other singers, models and actresses and they have recently unfollowed her and exposed her for not being as great as everyone thinks
y/nforever: you mean she had a friend group who turned on her out of nowhere? lol what her ex friends have said is based on jealousy
landostareyes: it seems like they broke up but they were really cute together :// i kinda feel bad but she also seems to be the problem
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landonorris
landonorris: p2 cake babyyyyyyyyy
supremey/n: that is my y/n if i’ve ever seen her
formulaonegirl: so they’re still together
carlandocontent: it could be any girl tbh, it’s been months since lando has even mentioned her
papayaheart: it’s even worse if they’re still together and she just won’t show up to support him in races anymore lol
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y/nusername: Reputation. Out November 17.
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landonorris
landonorris: Are you ready for it? Reputation out November 17.
y/nlandodefender: nothing has ever been as iconic as a Y/N comeback special helmet i am in tears
landolove: reputation helmet to beat the breakup allegations wasn’t on my bingo card
supremey/n: I KNOW THAT’S RIGHT
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f1waggossip: Y/N re-debuts at the paddock.
y/naura: ohhhhhhh i know some of y'all are MAD but my girl will stay thriving with the album of the year
softlylando: came back with a bang, goddamnnnn
mclarengirly: lando is definitely bagging a podium for her today!!
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landonorris
landonorris: i like her for her
y/nusername: Even in my worst times, you could see the best in me. 🖤
ferrariheart: shut up this is so cute
norrisreputation: mans really said we've been together all this time LMAO
babyfaceoscar: where is everyone who was calling her a red flag and saying her and lando didn't belong together?
dailylando: been real quiet since reputation dropped
magicy/n: i woulda stfu too after she released something like call it what you want, nevermind lando's promotion helmet LMAO
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y/nusername: The Reputation World Tour officially began and I can’t thank you enough for showing up for me, when I thought I couldn’t even show up for myself. I might make the same mistakes, burn bridges and never learn, but I know I did one thing right: have the best, most loyal fans. Also, it seems right to thank the man who inspired me to write way too many love songs for this album, the king of my heart, landonorris. 🖤
landonorris: i believe i was also called gorgeous and stuff
y/nusername: I am truly never complimenting you again
#f1#f1 au#f1 fanfic#f1 smau#f1 social media au#f1 x reader#formula 1#lando norris#lando norris smau#lando norris fluff#lando norris x you#lando norris fic#lando norris imagine#lando norris au#lando norris x reader#lando norris x y/n
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Promise
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Pairing | Neil Lewis x reader
Summary | He’s a perv and lowkey a bad friend lol
Warnings | Smut, technically non con, masturbating, objectification, degradation, misogyny?, perv neil (again).
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Notes | Ty to whoever sent the ask for this 🙌 Also this is barely proofread btw
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“Give me a sec, I need to finish getting dressed.” You said, with only your head in the frame. Your hair was still wet so you must have just gotten out of the shower. He smiled and watched your head disappear, listening to the sound of clothes rustling until you were finally sitting down in front of your computer. “Hi.” You said through a breath of exertion from rushing to get dressed.
“Hi.” He chuckled, but it trailed off when he noticed your top. You were wearing a very tight, very low cut tank top and no bra— He knew because he could just barely see your nipples poking through the fabric.
“How was your day?” You asked and he had to force his gaze to move back to your face, finding a small smile on your lips.
“Same as always. Went to work, came home. Nothing new.” He shrugged. “What about you? You were telling me about something earlier over text,”
“Right..” You groaned, already getting annoyed again at just the reminder of it. “You know that one coworker I hate?”
“Yeah.” He chuckled quietly.
“Well, she was there today.” You said bitterly, then started droning on about what happened. Honestly, he couldn’t listen to a word you were saying. He was watching your tits through the screen as his cock started fattening up in his pants— In his defense though… he hasn’t touched himself in like.. two days. So it’s only natural he’d get worked up so easily— especially because it’s you. He palmed his bulge beneath the camera, being careful not to move his arm too much.
He waited as long as he could… Honestly, he did.
“Hang on, I gotta turn my camera off really quick. I’m still listening though.”
“Okay.” You said, thinking nothing of it. He turned the camera off and you continued talking, gesturing with your hands, making your tits move in a way that had his mouth watering. Unable to wait any longer, he pushed his pants and underwear down just enough to free his cock and immediately started stroking it. His eyes fluttered shut and he bit his lip to stifle a moan as his head fell back.
He was barely listening to your words, just wanting to hear your sweet voice and imagine you were saying something else instead… something far dirtier. Wanting to watch you again, he leaned his head back up and opened his eyes to study your face. Your lips looked so pink and pouty, and so fucking kissable— it drove him crazy.
“Neil..” You called out, snapping him out of his trance.
“Yeah?” He cleared his throat when he heard how raspy it already was.
“I asked if you were listening.” You giggled— fucking giggled.
“Sorry… I promise I am now.” It was so hard to talk with his cock in his hand, throbbing with need.
“Why can’t you turn your camera on?” You suddenly asked, making him freeze. He never thought you’d actually confront him about it…
“I- Uh… I spilled soda all over myself and I’m still trying to clean it up, while being mostly nude… I can turn it back on if you want.” He said suggestively.
“Okay okay, sorry.” You laughed, then continued talking. “Oh- I wanted to show you what I got the other day. It reminded me of you.” You smiled and then stood up, making his jaw drop. The tank top didn’t even reach your belly button and the shorts you were wearing rested low on your hips.
When you turned around, he choked on a moan and squeezed the base of his cock, trying not to come right then and there. No wonder the shorts were so low… If you pulled them up any higher, they’d expose more than just the very bottom of your ass. You must not have heard him because you walked a few more steps to your bookcase, then started looking for the mystery object. His hand had a mind of its own and started stroking again as he watched your hips sway while you looked through different drawers and shelves.
You bent down to look through the bottom half, sticking your ass out as if you were teasing him on purpose. He cursed under his breath when he could just barely see the outline of your pussy in the skin tight shorts. When you leaned back up, the fabric was even higher up on your ass now and when you turned around to walk back to the computer, he saw that your tank top shifted as well, exposing more of your cleavage and the swell of your breasts. They jiggled as you sat back down in the chair.
“Are you sure you’re listening?” He suddenly heard through the trance he was in.
“Mhm.. just keep talking. Promise I’m listening.” He tried not to say the words through a moan.
“Okay…” You said skeptically, but continued anyway. He was enjoying the view of your tits, but he desperately wanted to see your ass again, so he bit his lip and tried to think of a way to get you out of the chair again.
He waited until you were done talking before asking, “Is that thing up there new?” Your brows furrowed and you turned around to see what he was talking about.
“The figurine thing? I guess yeah. You haven’t been over in a while.”
“Can I see it?” You smiled and agreed and he watched you stand up and turn around, only letting you take two steps before stopping you. “Wait,” You froze and turned back around, leaning down into the frame so he could see your face.
“What?” The way you were bent over exposed even more of your tits and he stifled a groan at the sight.
“Nevermind, sorry.” He chuckled, playing it off. You seemed suspicious but eventually leaned back up and turned around to continue walking. You got up on your toes and reached up, making your tank top raise even more, now showing your entire lower back. He imagined seeing that when he had you bent over instead, squirming and moaning under him until he came on the cute little dimples you have.
“I used a stool to get it up here.” You laughed, dropping your heels, making your ass bounce, and twisting around to face the computer.
“It looks like you’re almost there.”
“Really?” You turned back around and looked up, then started reaching again, making little groans of effort that had his cock throbbing.
“Try jumping.”
“Neil, do you have to see it?” You huffed, already getting tired of this. “Can’t you just wait until the next time you come over?”
“But I want to see it now.” He made sure to make his pout show in his tone since you couldn’t see his face. You let out a loud, exaggerated groan in response, but kept trying. The first time you jumped, your fingers almost brushed it. He watched in awe and cursed under his breath at the way your ass moved when you landed. Is that how it would move when he plowed into you from behind?
You jumped again, just barely touching it. When you landed, you pulled your top down, embarrassed by how much of your midriff was showing. Neil muted his computer for a moment, needing to let out the sounds while you couldn’t see that he turned his sound off.
The tip of his cock was completely red now, pulsing and twitching in his hand as he neared his orgasm. He moaned loudly when you jumped again and his hips bucked up into his hand.
“Fuuuck..” He groaned, tilting his head back, but not too far so that he could still see the screen. When you jumped again, you finally grabbed it and he turned the audio back on as you walked over. Just before sitting, you pulled your tank top down again when you noticed how much of your stomach was showing. You didn’t seem to mind that the added coverage on your stomach was at the expense of the coverage on your tits. Or you just didn’t know.
You started talking about the figurine and where you got it, and he let out little uh huh’s or grunts in response. He genuinely had no idea what you were saying, but there wasn’t even a small part of him that cared. You put it down and suddenly stretched your arms up, leaning back in the chair to stretch your back with a low moan.
He felt his balls tighten up instantly and he got to his feet, knowing exactly what he wanted to do. He rapidly fisted his cock as you leaned back up, your top even lower now. With a stifled groan, his orgasm finally crashed over him. Rope after rope of come painted the computer screen, right on your tits.
“Neil?” You asked, but he couldn’t talk, not when his body was literally shaking from the intensity of the pleasure. “Are you okay?” He started panting quietly as he stroked the last bead of come out, then released his cock.
“Yeah.” He said through a breath, flopping back down onto the chair. His cock was still twitching with the aftershocks of his orgasm, especially when he saw your come covered tits though the screen.
“Are you sure?” You were so cute when you got all concerned like this. So cute, but so dumb.
“Promise.”
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word count: 1103 | warnings: centered around reader being upset because of their father, reader cries, allusions to alcohol/alcoholism, mentions of grief and the death of an unnamed family member (reader’s brother), hurt/comfort, non-sexual nudity (they take a bath), trauma dumping except it’s me who’s trauma dumping lol *reader wears makeup but no pronouns or gender indicators are used; Seungcheol calls reader baby a lot
Seungcheol knew that something was wrong as soon as he stepped over the threshold of your shared apartment’s front door. It was unusually quiet- normally bustling with music or noise from the kitchen. Not even the TV in the living room was on.
Once his shoes are off, he navigates his way through the dark apartment, heading straight for the bedroom. He finds you tucked under a pile of blankets, initially thinking that you're asleep.
But when he hears your quiet sniffles, he immediately drops his coat from his arms, the leather falling to the floor carelessly.
“Baby.” You hear your boyfriend's voice call out softly, yet filled with concern. Then the blankets are being pulled off of you and your body is exposed to the cool chill of your bedroom. The bed dips under Seungchoel’s weight, and his hands are rubbing your back gently. “Baby, what's wrong?”
You stay quiet. Seungcheol knows it'll take a few minutes for you to calm down enough to speak- as you don’t usually speak when you're crying- so he patiently waits until you're ready, continuing to rub comforting circles on your back.
A few minutes pass and you finally lift your head from the heap of pillows. Your makeup is smudged and it stains one of the pillows.
Seungcheol carefully reaches out to wipe the crusty mascara from under your eyes. He pulls you into his chest and you have to keep yourself from crying again. You take a few deep breaths and then you pull away, finally deciding to speak.
“I was supposed to see my parents today, but it fell through.” Was all you had said.
“Did something happen? Are your parents okay?” Seungcheol asks, a frown on his face.
“They're okay.” You assure him.
He nods, confused. “Okay... So what happened, then?”
“Well-” you kind of hesitate. It's not that you don't trust Seungcheol, and it's not that you're not comfortable telling him. It's just that- you know that speaking it out loud makes it that much more real. You let out a breath and hand your head. “Dad’s been drinking again,” you say sadly.
“Ah,” he says, immediately understanding why you're as upset as you are.
“I was really looking forward to seeing them today. And I know that I can drive over there myself, but when mom told me that-” You stop to take a breath. “That dad said he's not driving anywhere because he'd been drinking, it completely ruined my mood. Hearing that made me not even want to see them anymore today.” Seungcheol takes your hand in his, softly running his thumb over your knuckles.
“I feel bad because I hung up on mom. And I know it's not her fault, but it was either hang up and just text her or cry while on the phone. And you know I don't fancy crying in front of people, so I hung up and texted her that we could just wait until tomorrow. I don't have the heart to tell her that I didn't want to be around him if he'd been drinking.” You blink away the tears that threaten to spill, using your free hand to wipe your eyes. This just smears your makeup even more.
“I hate to be like that because I know he's only like that because of ..what happened, but sometimes I feel like he forgets that he's not the only one who lost someone that day.” Someone being your older brother who passed away when you were a teenager. It's something that you've come to terms with over the last few years, and although it'll never be something you get over, it’s something that’s slowly become easier to live with as time passes.
And you know that everyone grieves differently- you know, because you’ve seen it differently in your father and your mother and your other brother- but it's just like you said; it's almost like he forgets that he's not the only one who lost someone that day.
You sniffle before speaking again. “I feel like- like I'm just being sensitive and-” but Seungcheol cuts you off.
“Your feelings matter. And if you feel like you can't, or that you don't want to be around your father when he's like that, then that's completely valid. Don't discredit yourself for having boundaries. Whether it's your parents or not.'' His voice is stern, and you know he's right. You also know that it's pointless to try and argue back. So you don't. You just nod your head and thank him.
“You're welcome, baby. Now let's get your face cleaned of all that makeup. Do you want to take a bath?”
You nod your head and Seungcheol pulls you up from the bed and towards the bathroom.
He helps you clean the ruined makeup from your face, gently wiping it away with a cloth and micellar water. Then he lets you wash your face while he runs the water, making sure it's just the way you like it. He lets the tub fill while he goes back to the bed to collect the linen to be washed, grabbing two towels on his way back in. You're stripped out of your clothes and in the water by then, and Seungcheol soon joins you. He sits behind you, with your back pressed against his broad chest.
The two of you stay silent for the most part, occasionally speaking here or there. But after a while, you break the silence with a quiet call of his name. Your hands are swishing around the water in front of you and you sound timid, almost nervous. He answers with a hum, and you crane your neck around to look at him, only to find him looking at you lovingly.
“Thank you. For always being there for me, and for never making me feel like I'm being overly dramatic or sensitive.”
Seungcheol kisses your temple.
“You don't have to thank me, baby. But I do think you should try and talk to your parents tomorrow and tell them how you feel. It's Saturday so I'll be off- I can go with you if you need some mutual support.”
“I really appreciate the offer, but I think this is something I need to do by myself.”
Seungcheol understands that this is something personal and doesn't necessarily concern him, so he just nods and lets you know that he’ll be there if you change your mind.
“I’ll sleep on it.” You tell him with a small smile.
And you've never been so thankful to have such a strong yet gentle support system like him.
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Thank you for reading! I’m sorry that this one was so much darker than the other two blurbs I’ve put out. Let me know if I’ve made any mistakes or left out any warnings!
Please remember that it’s okay to reach out for help if you’re struggling with any kind of addiction. And remember that you’re not alone <3
#choi seungcheol x reader#choi seungcheol#seungcheol x reader#seventeen x reader#READ WARNINGS#leigh writes#cw: alcohol#cw: grief
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Forgotten sorrows
Chapter 6
Fae!Soap X Female Reader
Witch X Rún X Price
Price warns Soap to stay away from you for his own good and you enjoy a day out with your best friend. Seeing her in pretty dresses might have cause your brain to short circuit with very dirty thoughts plaguing your mind. It doesn't help when Price decides to butt in on you flirting with her.
Warnings: MDNI, smut (Rún thinking about Witch and Price, no Soap this time sorry i got carried away but I'll include it in the future chapters maybe...that depends on if this ship lasts) kissing, oral sex, fingering, light bondage, Top/Bottom, dark themes, mention of trauma, light angst, cursing, hurt/comfort sorry if I missed any.
I'm so sorry I've been gone so long again you might as well just expect chapters at a monthly pace lol. I fought myself so much writing this chapter because i was in such an angsty mood but i had promised to be sweeter and that what i wanted to deliver. I was literally doing a 'Ricky when I catch you Ricky' with my own brain lol. I know I said I'd include Rún thirsting after Soap with some smut and you all voted on it but i just don't think Rún likes him enough to willing let herself think about him like that yet. Especially since she thinks he's fucking her sister. I'm not comfortable with writing cheating. Even though he's so hot. It's got to wait until he confirms he never done anything romantic with Daisy. Your getting smut with Witch X Rún X Price though hope you enjoy that. Hopefully in the next chapter I'll include some real light smut and more fluff. Feel free to send me ideas or questions about the story if you don't understand anything. I hope you all enjoy the chapter. This Fae au belongs to @ghouljams I feature their Oc in my writing, send them some love. This story wouldn't exist without them. Thanks again to @ghouljams hyping me up to post this chapter. Your the best!!! Also shout-out to 🦖 anon on ghouls blog who's Ocs I mentioned in this chapter.
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Soap laid on Gaz's bed trying to get air back into his lungs. After being fucked into the mattress, on request of course. His wrists were raw from the bounds he was just in, the pain helped distract him from his racing thoughts. Gaz comes into the bedroom freshly washed and glistening with water droplets, a white towel wrapped around his waist. Soap turned to admire his figure as he opened his closet to get dressed for a night out. He drank in the sight of Gaz's toned body and wet skin. Getting up he presses himself into Gaz and starts kissing up his defined back towards his neck while pulling him back towards himself. His skin smelled nice and he felt his cock harden with his familiar scent and warmth.
"Enough you mad dog! I've been fucking you for the better part of today. I need to go hunt. Don't you dare leave hickeys on me", Gaz said, pushing Soap back with his hand as he grabbed his clothes. Soap whined and tried clinging onto him like a lost puppy.
"But ah need yer support right noo mate, dinnae be sae heartless", he wrapped his thick arms around his torso preventing Gaz from moving. Getting fed up with Soap's clinginess Gaz snapped his fingers causing the ropes on the headboard to spring alive and restrain Soap back to the bed. His wrists and arms were bound as the ropes coiled around him. He tried escaping but to no avail. In the time he was struggling Gaz managed to dress and style his hair quickly. Soap continued to throw a hissy fit as Gaz put his socks on.
"I'll restrain your legs too if you don't stop", Gaz directed a pointed look at the exposed man laying on his bed. He was covered in bites and rope marks given to him again on his own request.
"What am ah supposed tae dae while ye're gone", he grunts aspirated, flexing his bound arms still trying to escape.
"Come with me and find someone else to fuck if you're so pent up, I've done the best I can. Almost blew my back out for you with how rough you wanted it today", Gaz gets up looking for his shoes when he hears a knock on his door. Both men exchange glances before Gaz snaps his fingers releasing Soap.
"Get cleaned up and dressed I'll go check what Price wants", Gaz walks out the room not waiting for Soap to answer.
Gaz walks down the hall to open the door for Price. He could recognise the smell of his cigars anywhere. It was unusual for him to visit at night though. More often than not business was done in the early hours unless it was a premeditated attack. The door swings open and Price stands outside with his hands full with takeaway food. The smell of his recent cigar was clinging to him like pollen does to bees. Gaz steps to the side to allow him in, breathing in the residue of the smoke as he walked by. It was comforting in an odd way.
Price came in going towards the living to set the bags of food down. While Gaz trailed behind him waiting for Price to begin talking.
"I need you to do some digging on someone from the winter court", he turned to face Gaz. "It doesn't need to be done tonight but I'd like the information by the end of the week", Price writes down who he's talking about and what kind of information he's looking for before telling Gaz to enjoy the food he brought and to have a quiet night with Soap since he's gonna need some company after what he's going to tell him.
When Soap was showered and dressed he met with Price in Gaz's living room. Gaz was lounging on the sofa enjoying his Chinese with 'Come Dine With Me' on the Tv.
"Ah thought we were going out?", Soap gave him a questioning look.
Gaz shrugged and said he changed his mind and focused back on the Tv. Price was sitting beside him waiting for Soap. He eyed the bags of takeaway wondering why there was so much food for 3 people. Soap took a seat and grabbed a container from the open bag and began eating, waiting for an explanation for Price's late visit. Maybe they could invite Ghost over for a boy's night. A change of pace would be nice from his insistent drinking. Soap noticed Price wasn't eating either. So he assumed he wasn't going to be staying long.
"I just dropped by to tell you to leave Rún alone, do whatever you want with Daisy but Rún is off limits", after finishing his sentence Price stood up to leave with the other bag of food.
"Wait? What? Why!?", Soap put down his food and hurried after Price. Gaz just glanced at them and continued watching his show, too tired to get involved. Maybe if he hadn't fucked Soap so hard he'd have some energy to help but he didn't. Probably needed a hot water bottle for his back.
"I don't understand why you're so upset, there's a whole city for you to hunt from. Just leave the girl alone, she's been through enough already and my Witch will more than likely end you if you try anything with her. So I'm warning you in advance, find someone else", Price left no room for negotiation and apparated his smoke swirling where he once stood.
Soap sunk down into the armchair as Gaz continued to eat. He held his head between his hands as he tried to understand what just happened.
"You're that whipped huh? This the same girl you met at the Renaissance festival? Or the other one you couldn't take your eyes off?", Gaz lets out a chuckle. "No wonder you came to me, it's ok mate there's plenty of fish in the sea. You'll find a decent meal soon."
Soaps first instinct was to protest what Gaz had just said. That you weren't just a meal to him but stopped himself by pressing his lips together. That's all you should be though, a source of sustenance nothing more. He wanted to delude himself into believing the only reason he wanted to expose and get rid of Daisy was to get to you. To make you trust him, to let him inside your mind. He didn't want to admit that his heart stirred when he thought of you rather than his stomach. Or that you had a little corner all to yourself, where you fluttered around carelessly. Tugging at his heartstrings from time to time.
He wanted to devour you, to slowly wear down your walls. To be allowed inside your turbulent mind, he wanted to sink his teeth into the tender parts of yourself you kept hidden. He wanted to cut you open and take you somewhere far away where he could consume you slowly and in peace. Away from prying eyes. Where he could painstakingly inspect every crevice of your mind and soul. While he basked in the taste of your sweet flesh and blood. He'd stitch you back together piece by piece once he was satisfied. Finally satiating his heart on how and why you had wormed your way into his mind. Or what magic did you cast over him to make him constantly think of you.
This is what his true nature was, a predator. Well that's what he's been telling himself. Not the silly lovesick puppy he thought you were trying to make him become with your gentle smile and mischievous eyes. Yeah, this was your fault he thought. You shouldn't have been born so sweet and kind. What other choice does he have but to steal you away from everyone else. Especially those who didn't know how to truly appreciate the value of your blood. He can still feel the weight of your little drawing in his void. You were too good for him to destroy and deplete without discretion. He'd be no different than Daisy who was using you without actually acknowledging the gem she had in her grasp. It would be like chugging down expensive Scotch. No he was going to truly savour you, down to your bones. But that was all it was, this was just about his own hunger. He didn't care for you….. no truly he didn't but for some reason those words wouldn't leave his mouth.
You weren't his typical prey, you weren't easy to hook. You didn't fall for pretty words or shallow complements. You didn't look at him like other people did. You weren't affected by his looks or his magic. On top of that you wanted nothing to do with him. Or was that just what you wanted him to think? He had caught your heated gaze on multiple occasions. Perhaps you felt too guilty acknowledging your own feelings, especially taboo ones like these. You probably wouldn't forgive yourself if you confessed to your sister's man. Not that he considered himself her man, he hadn't even kissed her. There was no need too, when all she wanted was to gain connections and contacts from him. But you found him attractive at the very least. He could work with that.
The fact you didn't have the sight was unusual. He didn't get to take a closer look into your bewitching eyes since you liked avoiding his gaze. But he was grateful for the fact you couldn't see his true form. His only redeeming quality in your eyes as of now. If he lost that he wouldn't know where to start in winning you over. He so desperately wanted to hook you. To bind you you him in a way you couldn't escape easily. He knew he was in for a challenge. You seem like the evasive kind, the kind the could slip through fingers like dry sand. This was no short of trying to capture the wind. It's what make it all the more fun. The chase, the uncertainty, the sweet taste of blood when you finally get caught in his trap.
He didn't want to disobey Price but you weren't someone he was willing to let go so easily. Good thing Price hadn't used a tether to stop him, it was just a warning. He could deal with the witch, he has before. Though that perfume she wore last time they met was atrocious. He just needed to avoid seeing her again, at least she didn't know him by name. What's the worst that can happen? He doubted Price would let his witch kill him. He knew his own value in Price's heart, he could definitely use it to his advantage when pleading his case after he was done with you. He'll be good to you in your short lived life. He'll promise you that.
He just sighed and went back to eating. He'll come up with a plan sooner or later but in the meantime he needed to utilise Daisy. That was the only bridge he could use to get closer to you. You were too smart for his typical tactics, but he'll find a way around that. Maybe he'd have to go old school. But being near you would be enough for now.
-
Witch had your damaged necklace in her hand. She had brought it back with her after checking on your condition before leaving you to rest. It brought back good memories of your healing. It was a shame it was burnt now. She took off the knot pendant from the burnt bark and put it in a bowl and went to go find a silver chain to go with the pendant instead, after finding it she placed it in the bowl as well. She began her cleansing ritual and started preparing a protection spell to cast on the necklace as it soaked in Acacia flower water. She plucked some asters from her dried bouquet to grind into a powder as well as rosemary, rue and angelica as she chants the spell. She covers the bowl to let it soak.
She stood there for a second just getting her thoughts into place after finishing the spell. You were sleeping peacefully in your room when she went to check on you. While taking a look at your burns again she saw you had tried clawing at your chest. There were red blood marks on your sternum.
She wonders if you crave having tethers like other fae do. Did you yearn for the bond that they created? But you seldom ask for anything. Even for your gifts or favours. Not with her, not with anyone you help. It's been like that since the first day she met you. You'd have a gift ready to give in exchange for any help you would ask from her until she had to stop you. You already knew not to say thank you, and you had previous knowledge of fae until your memory seal was put in place. After that everything was taught to you again by her grandmother and her, not that you would believe in it but you listened regardless and followed what you were told. She supposes that you became a lot like her in that regard. You were very careful not to get tethered. Or if you did ever need help you'd have a repayment ready before a tether took hold. You were hyper independent to a fault, you'd only come to her when things were out of your control, not before. She knew the reason why as well, though she wished you had more trust in your friendship with her to know she'd never see you as a burden.
She took a step back from her workstation to go stoke the fire that was dwindling. Getting comfortable on the armchair, she let the flames lick at her feet. She mulled over her thoughts on how to help you or just reassure you that things will be okay. Tampering with your memories again wasn't going to do you any favours. What if ten years down the line the seal breaks again, who knows what state your mind would be in then. Maybe this was a good time to heal from past trauma rather than try to forget everything. This could open your eyes to how your sister has been treating you all these years.
She knew of the promise you made to your sister, that you'd look after her in the name of family but this was just exploitation at this point. Well it always was on Daisy's end. She doesn't think Daisy ever considered you as family but you did and you continue to delude yourself into thinking this is what family was.
Her eyes landed on a box sitting high on her shelves, strongly warded and locked. It was made of eucalyptus wood from Egypt. Given to her on her trip to Faiyum by a coven who she assumed was from the region. The box had their symbol on it but she wasn't able to find substantial information on the coven even using her connections. A nepenthe draught they had called it but she couldn't verify it herself. The liquid was too small to run tests on or to analyse without wasting it. Nepenthe, a fictional elixir many had debunked as opium or weed as a way to forget worries. No witch she knew actually knew how to make the potion. The coven didn't really specify how the drug worked or what it did exactly. There were potions similar to that of nepenthe, potions that altered memories or made you forget entirely but they said that nepenthe was a gift of new life entirely. To leave one's past behind to begin anew. It was for the mortals or fae who had lived too long, had seen too much. Unlike other potions and draughts the effects of nepenthe were rumoured to be irreversible. Once drunk there was no going back to your previous life. But all that was speculation. She had never seen anyone use or procure a nepenthe draught. She didn't even realise it was an actual thing until they had given it to her with cryptic words as they left without asking for anything in return not even a tether took hold. She wasn't able to track or trace the origins of the box or the coven. It was as if they never existed.
"When winds clash from all four seasons, chaos will ensue. The choice will lay in your hands, on who you choose to subdue", she repeated their words to herself.
She didn't really know what to do with the draught, so she kept it safe in her home after her return from Faiyum. Which was hurried by your hospitalisation. She had contemplated on what the words meant since then, with zero luck. She only had ties to Summer nor did she engage with Fae from the high courts except for Price but that didn't count since he didn't involve her in his work. But there was no point thinking about it now she needed to figure out a way to help you.
She felt a wave of magic course through her wards before she felt his presence reappear. He was in the kitchen putting down food as she walked in.
"Should we wake her?", he asked.
"No, let her rest, she hasn't slept properly for the last few days."
-
The air was a little stuffy with notes of musk and wood floating through it. You picked up on the scent quickly when you had entered the quaint little shop at the end of the alley with Witch. The shop also smelled of wax and incense and the walls were lined with jars and jars of odd things. Some had claws, others had hair. You wondered where the shopkeeper got his supplies from. Witch was conversing while you walked around the quiet store. There was no one here beside the three of you.
Witch had thought it would do you some good to get out, especially after yesterday's incident. So here you were, helping her gather and stock up on her supplies. It wasn't much different from you going to your favourite art store in the city. It's been a while since you've seen ‘the old hen’, the owner of the store. A sweet old lady who had given you your first job at 16. You worked for her up until you graduated from college. She was very kind to you, to this day you buy your supplies from there unless it's a niche item you're looking for. You remember getting your first paycheck and buying the more expensive art supplies you could only dream of having before. You even got a staff discount. You had also made a friend called Mimi a couple years ago when you were working but she didn't stay long though and you haven't seen her since. She might return though she said she would. She had taught you a lot about painting more so than your actual art teacher. You catch yourself smiling at the memory. Even with all your horrible memories that had resurfaced. Remembering the nicer ones just felt warmer and sweeter than before. Much like an oasis in the desert.
You browse the store as Witch continues discussing the more rare items she was looking for. Your eyes land on a murky jar with eyeballs in it. Were those human eyeballs? They seemed like it. You were hoping it was just a prank, a gag joke to make customers laugh. Why would the shopkeeper have human eyeballs? You take a closer look trying to decipher if they were real or fake. An eye twitches and turns to face you. You clamp your hand over your mouth to prevent a scream from escaping. Once that eye had turned in your direction the rest of them did too. It's an odd staring contest you're having with roughly 20 eyeballs. To say you were unnerved is an understatement. But this was your life now you couldn't just ignore the existence of fae and magic like you did before. Slowly stepping back from their direction, you make your way towards your best friend. She's finalising her order as you approach her. You rest your chin on her shoulder as you watch the shopkeeper weigh and pack her order into brown paper bags tied with red strings. It was strangely captivating watching him do the task. She cups your face gently with her hand as you both watch the shopkeeper's packing skills. Her head turns slightly to place a kiss on your cheek as you continue watching.
"Bored?", she inquires. You just shake your and make a humming sound. Her warmth seeps into your skin as she continues to caress your face with her delicate fingers. Once everything was packed you two moved onto the next store she needed to visit arms linked. The day went by like this, with you two running errands and enjoying each other's company. Around mid afternoon you two finished your late lunch in a cute cafe and decided to walk home.
The September air had developed a sharp edge to it as the sun was lowering in the sky. The warmth once acuminated, now fading by the second. Your only source of heat was Witch's hand holding yours as you two admired old cobblestone buildings on your way back making idle chatter. You really should have dressed more warmly, but heavy clothing always felt restrictive to you. You preferred lightweight, airy, breathable fabrics to shroud your figure. You enjoyed the way the wind would play with your dresses and skirts during all the seasons. Air coursing through the fabric as if it was trying to give you flight, trying to whisk you away from all your troubles. But in all honesty you needed to take your sweaters and jumpers out of your storage, hopefully no moths had gotten in this time.
You're passing an alley when an old shop lantern catches your eye. You stop to peer into the dark space to see what kind of shop it is. Witch halting when you do.
"See something you like?", she squeezes your hand as you walk closer to the old shop. It looks run down at first glance, almost dingy in a sense. But you look closely at the display of a gold embroidered silk gown. If you looked long enough you'd catch flashes of light emanating from the finely done embroidery, before getting a headache and squeezing your eyes tightly. Your eyes wander to the hanging sign post 'Golden Threads' written in peeling paint.
"Want to go in?", she said, giving you a second to collect yourself from your disoriented thoughts.
"Yeah…. If that's ok… we can go home if you're too tired", you fumble with your words a little bit as you talk to her.
"Nonsense! Who doesn't want to look at pretty dresses. It'll be fun. We can play dress up like we used to as kids," She giggled as she led you through the small entrance. "You might find a dress for your upcoming exhibit at the museum".
The sheer expanse of the shop shocked you as you walked further in. It was better lit on the inside than it looked from the outside. Sun lanterns decorated the high ceilings raining down beams of subtle sunlight. You felt heat re-enter your body slowly warming your skin. The walls had racks and racks of very expensive looking dresses, skirts, suits you name it and a whole section of the shop to display jewellery and accessories to go with any items in the store. Witch was greeted by a very pretty sales assistant, but when her eyes landed on you her face fell for a second before she recovered. Witch couldn't help but eye her for an explanation.
"Oh forgive me, I thought you were a moth for a second. We don't allow moths inside, you see. Bad for business if they eat all our stock", she laughs awkwardly.
You simply smile and nod acknowledging her apology even though Witch was reluctant to let it go. She leads you both to the sitting area near the ornate mirrors and large changing rooms. And begins asking questions to best help you find what we were looking for. Once that was done she led you both to a rack with very elaborate looking dresses specifically made for big events.
"Don't worry about sizing, everything here can be altered by the owner who sews and designs these dresses. If nothing catches your eyes you can always book a consultation to design a custom piece. Give a shout if you need any further help I'll be right back with some tea and coffee, she gives you both a final smile before going back to the backroom to get your beverages.
You both begin browsing through the rack, showing each other dresses you think are nice. By the time your coffee and her tea arrived, she had decided on a dress to try on. You waited for her to change as you enjoyed your coffee.
When she emerged from the changing room in that champagne silk gown you almost choked on your coffee. You had to calm your coughing enough to get a good look at her cinched in waist and her ample breasts spilling out from the cowl neckline. To say you were speechless was an understatement, you were gobsmacked. You may have stared at her breasts for far too long that she clicked her fingers in front of your eyes to get your attention back to her face. Heat flooded to your cheeks when she gave you a knowing look.
"You'll catch flies if you don't close your mouth Rún", she smirks at you while walking closer to the mirror to get a better look at herself. The dress was structured and fitted her body well. The colour also suited her complexion making her look more radiant than ever. With her back turned to you got a great view of the very low backless dress. You really shouldn't be looking at her with such lustful eyes. But she looked good in anything in your opinion. She could be wearing a nightgown right now and you know she'd look beautiful. The image of her wearing a nightgown popped into your head and you felt your heart rate pick up.
"You can hardly blame me, it's your fault for looking so good", you flirt back trying to quell the hammering of your heart. You hoped she couldn't hear it. She smiled a full tooth smile at your compliment as she fixed the dress to sit better around her breasts. To distract yourself you get up again to look for a dress to try on. The sales assistant goes to help Witch look at accessories that would elevate the dress if she chooses to purchase it.
A dress that looked to be have dyed in a blood caught your eye, the deep square neckline makes you think it would look divine on Witch (picture). You pinch yourself trying to get your mind to stop popping up images of her breasts. You felt like a pervert or worse a hedon. The velvet fabric glides through your hands as you contemplate if you should show her the dress. Would she think of you as a pervert? No…. Probably not… It would be a crime if she didn't try on the dress, you try to counter your own thoughts. You go back and forth with your own mind for a bit trying to come up with valid reasons for her to try on the dress that didn't frame you as a pervert. But you didn't need to because the sales assistant had come over to you eyeing the dress and looking back at Witch countless times to take the hint in what you were thinking. She smiles and takes the dress off the rack to bring it to Witch as she was looking at necklaces that matched the current dress she was wearing.
“I think this dress would suit your body so well, why not give a try?”, she smiles as she places the dress on the hook in the changing room after showing Witch.
“Oh that dress is beautiful, have you found anything Rún? I feel like I'm the only one trying things on”
“I'll find something soon…. you go try on that dress, I think it'll suit you very well.”, you didn't stutter, you felt proud that you didn't stutter. But your heart rate still hadn't gone down. You hoped seeing her in that red dress wouldn't cause anymore heart palpitations.
By the time she came out you had chosen two dresses to try on. But you could care less about the dresses when your eyes landed on her. Your breath got caught in your throat, almost choking you. A sculpture of pure beauty and elegance she was. The dress accentuated her curves just the right amount without making it vulgar. The neckline was deep and showed the rounds of her bosoms. Her skin glowed from the contrast of the deep red colour. The sleeves had slits running up it. And were connected from the back in a sort of cape that could also be used as a hood if she wanted. It was of the dress was made to be worn by her and her alone.
You knew she didn't particularly like going to big events where eyes would be on her but she had promised to attend your exhibition and go to the afterparty. You hadn't asked her as of yet to be your plus one, finding out about Price made you think it'll be better just to give her two tickets to attend the event with Price and you'll take your sister as your partner. You didn't want to overstep your position as her friend. But that didn't mean you couldn't jokingly flirt with her.
“Wow…..just…..wow”, you drank in her body as if it were the fountain of youth. Your eyes just roamed and appreciated her body and elegance as the velvet hugged her figure. You hear her giggling at your words or lack thereof.
“Staaawp….you going to make me blush”, she says, raising her hands to her face to hide for a second before looking at herself in the mirror. “You really think it suits me?”
You nod your head adamantly leaving no room for doubt that you found her and the dress stunning.
“You wear that out and you'll see men, women and anyone in between falling to their knees for you”, you see her scoff in disbelief before you continue. “Heavens you'd have me on my knees from a simple look in my direction”. She was about to counter what you just said but before she could you both heard a deep chuckle come from the entrance.
“Ya think you'll be able to satisfy my Witch?”, Price saunters in like he owns the place. His hulking body stopping directly where Witch and you stood.
On instinct you find yourself shielding yourself behind Witch as you look over her shoulder at Price. Witch seems just as shocked as you to see Price so neither of you were expecting to see him. You don't know what caused you to say your next words but you were feeling slightly vexed by yesterday's incident and now his current appearance. The words left your mouth before you could stop them.
“I'd do a better job than you”, you say bitterly and mostly to yourself. But by his amused facial expression you knew he heard you. He steps closer causing you to hold onto Witch out of reflex. Placing your hands on her shoulders.
“I'd love to see you try, and when you fail. I'll show you how to do it properly”, he shamelessly counters while giving Witch his signature smile. He didn't seem at all threatened by your comment. Probably knowing you were all bark no bite. Witch smacks his arm when he comes closer.
“Stop teasing her, you still have to apologise for yesterday”, she gives him a pointed look choosing to ignore the words that were exchanged between you and Price probably thinking it was a joke. Price takes a closer look at your face to find your burns healed. Witch's salves must have been extremely potent. It's just another testament to her skills. You shrink back against his stare when you see him coming closer.
“Your right luv, I should have addressed that first”, he places a gentle kiss on her cheek before turning to you. “I'd like to apologise for my unrefined behaviour with you yesterday, my words caused you harm and for that I'm truly sorry”, he bows his head slightly and offers his hand. “I'd like it if we didn't carry any animosity towards each other.”
You didn't know what to do, should you take his hand and accept the peace offering? Or should you keep your distance and not speak to him again? His kiss had you feeling a slight sling in your heart but you pushed that aside. You knew he was a better match for her than you. No matter how much you wanted her for yourself you knew better than to be selfish. She deserved better than what you could offer her. Being her friend was enough for you, even that was beyond what you deserved. You look at Witch to try to gauge an answer but she didn't give anything away on how she wanted you to answer. You knew Price was more than likely going to end up a permanent figure in Witch's life and by default in yours. It was best to bury the hatchet. You glanced at his eyes trying to find any hint of deception but you couldn't. You saw some type of remorse, you didn't know if it was for hurting you or upsetting Witch by hurting you. You take his calloused hand in your soft one giving it a gentle shake before retreating swiftly.
Witch smiles once you shake his hand and tells you to go try on your dresses so she can have a look.
-
Soap was peering in from the display window of the shop. Price had entered a few minutes ago sensing his Witch was in the area while the four of them were completing some ‘errands’ to put it nicely. Price had dismissed them and Ghost had taken the first chance to apparate home to his misses. Gaz and him had stuck around trying to catch Price with his mysterious Darling who was impossible to hook even though they had seen her before, not with Price though. Gaz was blowing out his smoke from his cigarette dispelling the stress of their recent activities as he peered into the shop as well. Nothing exciting was happening; it looked like Price was helping her choose accessories and possibly getting matching suits for himself to compliment the dresses she was buying. He was so soft with her it was uncharacteristic compared to what he was doing a little while ago. He was acting if he didn't just wash his hand of blood. Price really won the lottery with his Witch she was beautiful and looked even better in the dress she was wearing. Both Gaz and Soap try to look discreetly not trying to get caught by Price. The consequences of that would be detrimental. Or worse he'd put them on clean up duty without magic. He could feel himself getting ready to gag remembering the last time that happened.
His eyes drifted to the changing room curtains that fluttered open to reveal a very beautifully dressed you. Your delicate steps took you to the spotlight in front of the large mirrors as you inspected the sheer fabric. You turn and twist your body scrutinising every detail of yourself and the dress that looked as if it was sewn onto your body. The outer fabric was an ethereal lace (picture), the metallic blue complementing your smooth skin on display. A nude slip peaked from underneath the fabric of the floor length dress yet your underwear could still be seen slightly. You didn't seem to mind though. He supposes this wasn't much difference to type of clothing you liked wear on the few occasions he's seen you. You seemed mostly comfortable with your body or rather comfortable with the clothing you chose to wear. Airy and light very indicative to the type of magic you possessed. The slip dress moulded itself to your figure creating a ravishing silhouette. All he wanted to do at this moment was bury his face in the crook of your neck while inhaling your scent. Maybe bend you over the counter and take you right here in front of everyone. It was unlikely you'd let him near though. Especially now that you had your friend to protect you. He needed to stay put to avoid her gaze. She was the main obstacle at the moment. Seeing you dressed up like this had his blood rushing to places it shouldn't. Hearing Gaz let out a whistle from next to him was what brought him out of his trance.
“What a sight, sucks you got no chance with her”, Gaz smirks at Soap regardless of the glare he was getting. “You should have chosen better mate, you've dug yourself into a hole.”
“What would ye know?, ye cannae even get yer darlin to desire anythin tae make a deal.”
“Low blow mate, why don't I go talk to her and show you how it's done”, Gaz chuckles.
“Don't ye dare go near her”, he growled. Usually Soap was fine with sharing; they'd all know each other long enough for it not to be a big deal. But that fact his chances with you were low and that fact Gaz could literally charm anyone by simply smiling at them was irking him.
“Too late”, Gaz was already halfway through the door before he could stop him.
-
You stood in the changing room in the nude slip that came with the dress you were about to slip on. The blue lace felt really soft in your hands. But your mind was elsewhere. Price’s words irritated you. Just because he was a couple hundred years old he thinks he knows everything. You're confident in your ability to give oral regardless of the fact you've never actually given oral but that was beside the point. You've read enough books to rival Price's experience in years, that's what you delude yourself into thinking that is. You were probably just upset he called you out on it. But you did have intensive book smarts about sex even if you don't have any physical experience. Not forgetting you also possess female genitalia, so you knew your way around a woman's body. You knew how to please yourself so you were confident if a chance ever arose where you were on your knees for Witch you'd do a good job at pleasing her. Not that it would actually ever happen. Why would anyone ever want you? Especially in a sexual manner. Yes you know you and witch flirt from time to time. But that was just some banter between friends. No one has ever actually approached you with genuine interest before.
But right now your mind was flooded with images of Witch. All you could think about was being on your knees for her. Having her in a state of undress on the couch with her legs spread over your shoulders as you go to town on her folds. Her breasts on display, nipples becoming erect. Her dress pooled at her waist as you caresses and stroke her clit while fucking your tongue into her sloppy cunt. Her juices leaking into your mouth as you drink in her sweet essence while keeping your eyes locked on her face taking note of every flinch, shaky breath and whimper. You'd hold her legs open as you'd ease your fingers into her drenched pussy attacking her clit with your tongue altering between soft and hard licks to keep her from cumming too soon. Feeling her hands tighten in your hair when you wouldn't let her cum. Her tugging and pulling to get you to comply with her needs. In your mind you come up with various positions where you'd have your mouth attached to her cunt. Her sitting on your face as you run your nose over her sensitive folds and clit while tongue fucking her. Or on her hands and knees as you ate her from behind until her legs shook and gave out. Seeing her collapse in a heap on the floor. Breath laboured skin shining from the exertion. Or over the table as you play with her cunt her hand gripping the edge for dear life. You finger fucking into her soft spot until she gushes on them before placing them in your mouth to get a better taste. Running your tongue over her juices on your slick fingers. Making a show of it to get the point across that you adore her taste. Savouring her sweet release and the salt from your sweat. Then brushing your lips against her in a gentle kiss. To give her a taste, an understanding on why you're so addicted.
You pinch yourself again feeling guilty for having these thoughts. You run your thighs together trying to ease the tension building. You hope your panties didn't have a wet spot on them. You slowly start slipping on the fitted dress as your mind wanders again even with you trying to stop it. You think about Price actually watching you do all the things you wanted to Witch. His glacier eyes sending chills down your spine as you work your mouth on his women. As you make her breath catch and shudder. Would he shove your face deeper into her cunt if he thought you were teasing her too much? Would he yank your hair back if you took too long to make her cum? Or would he guide your head gently giving you tips to improve your performance. Would he shower you both with compliments for doing such a good job? Maybe he would tie you up to make you watch how he does it? Preventing you from partaking. Preventing you from touching her supple body as he eats her out. Making you strain against the ropes as you witness her come undone. Showing you how he covers his body over her smaller one, how his thick fingers stretch her out more than you ever could. How she probably prefers his prickly kisses as he runs his face against her thighs. How he makes her a babbling mess in just a couple seconds.
You shake your head dispelling the thoughts. You really needed to stop having fantasies like these. She wasn't yours and you needed to accept that. You chide yourself for coveting something that you didn't deserve. The dress had moulded to your body as you pulled at the spaghetti straps to adjust the top before slowly opening the curtains and stepping out. The dress moved with ease and comfort as you walked to the mirrors. Witch stops her conversation with the sales assistant and Price to look at you giving you a very genuine smile. You feel heat rush to your face again but for more innocent reasons this time. Her looking at you like that made you feel beautiful and bashful at the same time. You inspect the dress as she walks closer giving youn lots od compliments and suggestions what jewellery would look nice. You look at yourself in the dress thinking this dress would be great to wear to the exhibition. You didn't mind it being see through since you had a slip underneath it even though that also wasn't completely opaque. You didn't need to worry about Price looking at you, you knew he only had his heart set on Witch. He wasn't foolish to jeopardise his relationship over wandering eyes. Not that he'd look to begin with. You don't think anyone would really look at you properly other than Witch.
“I think this dress suits you so well. It'll definitely look great at the exhibition, but you should try some more dresses on to see if you'll find something better.”
“I couldn't agree more, you're a force to be reckoned with”, a dark skinned man walks into the store and the first thing you notice is his disarming smile. A full toothed smile so bright you might temporarily go blind if you looked too long. His tall muscular frame comes into view next as your eyes wander down. You're taken aback by his words, you can hardly remember a stranger ever coming up to compliment you like this. Especially not a handsome young man like him. You say young but he was probably older than you by a couple years. Or maybe a lot with him being a Fae and all. Age was tricky to pin with them always looking so youthful.
You feel put on the spot not used to this kind of attention so you just hide behind Witch not sure on how you should respond. A more familiar voice joins his not a second later causing the hair at the back of your neck to stand up.
“Ah told ye not tae come in ye fucker”, Soap grumbles as he comes into view. Price looked at them unamused at their stupidity for coming in when they had no business here. Now Witch wouldn't believe him when he said he was just passing by.
Gaz continues to make idle chatter causing Soap to get even more irritated. You watch as they take sneaky glances at Witch's breasts not that you'd blame them but it still irked you. You kinda wish Price would notice and give them both a smack on the head for daring to look at what was his, not that Witch was considered property. It was more so a show of affectionate jealousy. If you knew how to use your magic properly you'd have sent them flying. Or maybe you should just cover your hand over her breasts to send the message.
Witch keeps her gaze sharp on Soap, a look of recognition falling over her features. And irritation quickly dripping from her form. You didn't know where to look anymore, too much was going on at once. Feeling them stare at you as they argued was putting you on edge. Maybe you should pick something more subtle, something that would draw less attention. You didn't like the attention you were getting even though you have experience wearing pretty dresses to fancy events. The attention was always on the art you were selling, not on you. People hardly ever paid attention to staff. This situation wasn't something you were used to dealing with. Price was growing more annoyed at their disturbance, especially by Gaz's blatant flirting and Soap's irritation. Price had had enough and just dragged the two out as Witch led you towards the accessories to distract you from the chaos. You hear Gaz shout one last time before he leaves. You were assuming he was just doing it to get on Soaps nerves.
“You'll send an invite to your exhibition won't you darling? I'd love to come see your work.”
You did have extra tickets given to you so it wouldn't be hard giving him one but you didn't even know his name and it kinda felt like he was just messing with you to get to Soap. But it was amusing how easily he could get Soap worked up. You also wanted to get at him for causing you so much trouble. You still haven't figured out a way to get him to leave your sister alone. But he seemed unhealthily interested in you. You could use that to draw his attention away long enough to get her to safety.
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what are your thoughts on enhypen and their favorite part/s of their partner's body?
My thoughts, ey? I’ll do the Hyung line for now since my other enha nsfw is already Hyung line only. I’ll do a Sunoo & Jungwon catch up eventually if enough ppl want it. Btw thank you for your ask/request(?) 🫶
MDNI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Warnings: SFW & NSFW. Lol. Poor grammar/ usage of text language since these are headcanons/thoughts, really.
Note: Also pretty short because whenever I think, I suddenly have the inability to think. Jake’s is longer because (starts running away)
Anyways, if no one's told y'all today, ily. :)🫶💜 horny mfs
More under the cut lol
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Heeseung
SFW: I think he would like your hands the most. Something about Heeseung makes me see him as a hand holder when you’re on a date or just out in public, likes when you play with his hands, hair, just likes the way your hands look and feel against him. (Innocently). Also seems like the type to warm your hands up when it’s cold by rubbing and “blowing” hot air. (Please tell me y’all know what I’m talking about lmao)
NSFW: :)))))) honestly, I see him as an ass dude. Expect his hands always on your ass or his body pressed against you from behind whenever he finds a reasonable excuse to (like cuddling, or even out in public when he’s trying to stick with you.) now back to loving your hands :))) you already know what I’m gonna say. He, not so innocently, loves how your hands feel and look touching him.
Jay
SFW: May sound weird, but your entire face. He loves the shape of your face, how each of your features compliment each other. I see him as a ‘nose bopper’. Not to tease you, but just because he finds your nose to be so cute regardless of how you feel about it. He loves your lips, eyes, eyebrows, forehead, cheeks. I just see him as a sentimental/ romantic person???
NSFW: Okay, hear me out. I think he would love your thighs. Small or big, I feel like he would find your thighs really attractive. Whether they are touching or not, exposed or covered, just finds them to be a huge turn on. they are his main focus during ‼️seggs‼️ (sorry). Plus, idk if y’all have seen his hands, but try and tell me he isn’t the type to have a hand on your thigh whenever sitting or driving or any opportunity. Now talk to a wall 🫶
Jake
SFW: honestly, I think he seems like a clingy person so I’d say your entire body but I feel like that’s a cop out answer lol. Anyways, idk if y’all think the way I do but you ever see him talk to someone and he’s just listening intently, eye contact and all?? This makes me think his favorite body part/feature is your eyes. He loves how they look in the morning, afternoon, night. In the sunlight or even in the dark with LED lights/ under a lightbulb. Y’all get the point. He especially loves the way you look at him with your eyes, losing himself in them.
NSFW: alright, tried to keep this gender neutral but I can’t shake the whole “he’s a boobs guy” thought away. So, fem!readers, he likes your boobs, big or small, doesn’t matter. I tried to convince myself other wise but can’t. Always groping you or finding reasons to look at or touch your boobs. (With consent!!) again, his hands lowkey give it away, I’m sorry.
Now for the gender neutral lovelies, he loves your neck. Kissing, biting, sucking, the way it looks, it drives him crazy and leaves him CRAVING you just thinking about it. And if you’re into it, choking. Again, his hand lowkey :)))))) whatever, y'all get it, I think.
Sunghoon
SFW: Okay, this may sound weird than “face” but I think his favorite is your mouth. He loves the way your smile at him or in general, how it moves when you talk. Just warms his heart remembering your soft lips. Also, imo, he has nice lips which leads me to believe he’s a great kisser. Feel free to argue with a wall if you disagree. 🫶
NSFW: Tying into the mouth agenda, :))))) y’all already know where this is going. I still think he’s a great kisser, so you already know he’s gonna love steamy make out sessions with you. He’d get so turned on the moment he feels your lips on him, whether it’s on his lips, neck, chest, or lower, he’s in love with you and the way your lips feel and look against him. :))))
#enhypen smut#enha smut#enhypen hard thoughts#enhypen hard headcanons#enha hard thoughts#enha x reader#enhypen x reader
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Could I ask about your psychology regarding tickling?
Would you say you like tickling in retrospect in the sense that you hate it while it's happening, but you like it after it's all done?
Oh god. I mean, GREAT QUESTION MY FRIEND, one I still ask myself every day as well tbh 🥴🙃
Honestly I think you got it right on the ball. Here… let me explain (oh god here I go exposing my darker embarrassing preferences yet again 🤡)
I think for me, the reason I’m into t-wording is BECAUSE I find it so unbearable, horrible, impossible to take, etc. It really is like amongst one of the most relentless and panic inducing forms of torture one could dish out for long periods of time…. I love to hate it I guess LOL but shuttup you did NOT HEAR THIS FROM ME
I’m such a CNC kinda gal, and find the idea of having a genuinely horrifying time especially if it’s forced upon me heheh to be uh…. Ya know… kinda … 🔥🥵💦‼️ and what could be more horrifying than something as unbearable as t-words ashddkla why is honesty so difficult lmao I’m suffering rn
So yeah as it’s happening, often it’s pretty darn hard to take and there’s some genuine suffering but I kinda need to feel that way during in order to retroactively be like: yayyy wowwiieeeee (˘▽˘ʃƪ)・ﾟ✧♡ (LOLLLL UGHHH WHATEVER 🙈)
However I will say, despite that particular ✨flavour✨ of play being my main interest, I can’t lie and tell you that it’s impossible for me to … enjoy it I guess (!!!EW) in different ways too?? Like, although it’s the hardest feeling to feel ever, I am also at the same time inexplicably and utterly drawn to it literally since my earliest memories so LOL HOW CONFUSING RIGHT DONT WORRY I’M JUST AS CONFUSED AS YOU. I’m a walking contradiction. Hate something that I also literally can’t live without so !!! *insert butterfly meme* is this …. A curse?? LMAOOO so anyway I guess I’m just trying to say that, despite hating it being my most natural reaction, it’s not like… impossible to frame in it a different light (intimate, cute, playful, pleasurable/erotic, etc) either. That just takes a lil more headspace lead up or atmosphere ya know~
ANYWAY I THINK I’VE EXPOSED MYSELF ENOUGH HERE TODAY ASHDJDJDJDJ I HOPE THIS ANSWER HELPED ☺️😜❤️
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Mr. Jeon: Possession
you think jungkook wants nothing to do with you after taking your virginity. he ignores you day by day until he pulls you in for a "detention". you're stupid enough to think this means he's changed his mind. instead, jungkook leaves you wanting more, again.
» genre: smut, mini series, some fluff and angst,
» description: y/n is very innocent and obtuse, no knowledge on anything sexual besides what mr. jeon teaches her. total simp, virgin! (not anymore lol) teacher x student relationship, sneaking, exhibitionism, edging, voyeurism, phone call;) mutual masturbation. (phew)
» word count: 4.3k
Part 2 | Masterpost
a week after losing my virginity to mr. jeon, i figured i'd earn some extra attention here and there, but he disappointed me everyday.
i'd play dumb, ask questions, lean in a little too close, even failed a test on purpose to earn myself a tutoring session, but once again he ignored my advances everytime.
i couldn't understand why he could be so sweet to me one day and turn it into nothingness the next.
“y/n! wait up-”
“no soojun, i'm busy.” he laughs and runs up to me, slinging an arm around me.
“you don't even know what i was going to ask you though.” he pouts.
i side eye him, “i told you, i'm not telling you what punishment mr. jeon gave me-”
“no no,” he interjects, “i've given up on you ever admitting he has favorites and didn't punish you at all, what i was going to ask is-”
“y/n, soojun.” a deeper, stronger voice appears a few feet away, attracting both of our attention to mr. jeon, walking slowly towards us.
i swear my eyes light at the sight of him and i feel butterflies in the pit of my stomach. my mouth gapes at him, not having any words in the moment.
he notices and grins slightly, before looking at soojun. “sorry, you'll have to wait, y/n has a detention with me this afternoon.”
soojun’s face falls at his words, looking down towards the floor before ticking his head and awkwardly scratching the back of his neck, “uh, okay, see you later then y/n.” i nod and don't even glance his way as i follow quietly in mr. jeon's footsteps. i hear another quiet, “i-i’ll call you.” from soojun as we enter the classroom.
i stand wordlessly in the doorway as he meanders back over to his desk. i take it upon myself to close the door and shut the blind but he prevents me, “leave it y/n.” the door about 3 inches from being shut and the blinds only ⅔ shut. this has me thinking he wants nothing to do with me anymore.
he chuckles, “disappointed, love?” i just stand with arms crossed, probably looking like a pouty child but i don't care. it's taking everything in me not to cry and ask why he's treating me this way, but i have too much pride to allow myself to be that way in front of him. he hums, “you're upset with me, please come sit.” he motions towards the seat in front of his desk. i do as told, still making it obvious i am unhappy and not bothering to look at him. “y/n, do you know why i pulled you aside today?”
i sigh and shake my head, looking at his desk and scanning the papers that litter it. “you know i don't appreciate your silence y/n, you're already on thin ice with me.”
i scowl and look up at him, “i'm on thin ice with you?” i scoff, “you've been unfair to me!”
despite my words being negative, he smiles, leaning over his desk to grab my hands. i try to pull away but he holds me taught, “i owe you an apology, princess.” he lifts my hand up to his lips and places a slow kiss onto it, staring at me deeply. “please forgive me for ignoring you, i was testing you.”
i frown at his words, “testing me how? for what?”
he leans back in his chair, “first, come here.” he motions to sit on his lap, and i look towards the door but he slams his fist on the table, “look at me, not the door.”
“b-but it's open, i don't want to get you into trouble-”
“you're sweet y/n,” he grins, “don't worry about it, come.” i do as asked and sit on his thigh. he draws circles on my exposed thigh, giving me flashbacks of what happened the last time i was on top of him.
i bite my lip and he grins, “what are you thinking about.” he asks, leaning so close to me i can feel his breath on my neck.
i shake my head, “n-nothing.”
“liar.” he slaps my thigh and i jump, “tell me the truth.”
i look into his eyes then back down to my hands, “i-i was thinking about, the last time i was here.” he hums, the hand resting on my back to steady me drops to my skirt, “be specific, what about the last time?” i whine and lean into him, hoping he would give into my pouting but i should've known better. “i'm losing my patience baby.”
i relent, taking the hand that was on my thigh and pulling it higher on my leg until his hand rests beside my panty line, “thinking about how good you made me feel. i-i don't know the words.”
his fingers dance where i placed his hand but never where i crave them, “that's okay baby, i'm here to teach you, remember?”
i nod and he grins, “let's start with last time. how did I make you come the first time, baby?” i reflect, “y-you took these off.” i motion towards my underwear and he nods, “go on.”
“t-then you had me sit on your thigh, like this.” i turn myself in his lap to straddle it like before, and he watches me with hooded eyes, slightly impressed by my willingness. “yes you did, then you came all over my thigh like a good girl. do you know what else they call that?”
i shake my head, only knowing terms he gave me. he smirks, “you could also say you orgasmed.” i repeat it back to him and he nods, “so you rode my thigh until you came.” i bite my lip and look down as i nod, “you're learning quickly, what next?”
“then you kissed me.” he ticks, “close, if you use tongue it's called making out, but that's more specific.”
i nod, “okay, we made out, then i touched you, and put your…” i trail off, truly only knowing the medical term for what he has.
he noses the side of my head gently, “need help?” i whine a yes and he grins, “you gave me head, or a blowjob, since you used your tongue baby.” i repeat after him and continue excitedly, “t-then you rewarded me!”
he smiles widely, “i did, what did i do to you?”
i pull his fingers up and play with them, “you used your fingers on me.”
he hums, “i did, you're close to the correct term.” i look at him in confusion, not putting two and two together, but he finds my ignorance attractive, “i fingered you princess, got you all stretched and ready for my dick didn't i?”
i rub my thighs together unconsciously and hum in agreeance, “lastly we had sex! i know that one.”
he grins and grants me a kiss as a reward, “correct, or you could say we fucked. that's the more modern, slang term.”
i smile and wiggle eagerly in his lap, “can you teach me more?” i lean in to kiss his pretty lips but he backs away with a smirk.
“so desperate.”
he makes fun of me and i whine, “please mr. jeon~ i-i can feel it.”
“feel what baby?”
i furrow my brows and mewl, leaning into him and sneakily kissing his neck, “f-feel it here.” i move his hand to my center, over my panties and he shifts in his seat.
“feel hot there? anything else?”
he continues to let me kiss and nip at his neck as much as i please, “l-like, throbbing? almost, i don't know.”
he lets out a quiet groan at my answer, “i make you feel that way?” i hum positively in response and he chuckles, “you really are so desperate for me baby. need me so bad you're practically jumping on me.” he draws slow circles on my panties and i moan quietly into his ear, showing my praise for his actions after days of ignorance.
“please mr. jeon i-i’ll take anything you give me just help me.”
“oh i'd love to help you baby. i’d love to watch you come slowly and hard on my fingers just like this, watch you soak your panties and tease you more until you're begging for me to fuck you.” he leans over me as if he’ll kiss me but he never does. “but you need to be punished.”
i pout at him, “punished for what? i-i did exactly what you told me-”
“you need rules baby. i figured they'd go unsaid but you're just too stupid aren't you?”
i shake my head defensively, “not stupid.”
he smiles, “you've been acting like a brat. rule number one, no flirting with me during class. you can approach me if i'm alone, but otherwise don't.”
“but mr. jeon-” i cry.
“no buts, and let me finish.” he pushes harder against my underwear making me whimper, effectively silencing me. “rule number two: my word is law to you. do as i say, be rewarded. act out, be punished. very simple right?” i hum, losing myself in the way he's touching me but he doesn't mind as long as i'm listening. “rule number three: no flirting with or dating other boys.”
“mhm.”
he scoffs, “that includes soojun.”
“mhmm”
“you know he's got a crush on you, don't you baby?” i shake my head, “no, he's a friend.”
he laughs, “he stares at you inappropriately in gym class, caught him talking about you to the other boys.”
“n-no, not him.” he moves my panties to the side and circles my clit underneath my clothes.
“you calling me a liar?” i quickly shake my head before letting it fall back and shutting my eyes, “he was very vocal about his plan to take your virginity baby. he wanted to take you on a date, make you his girlfriend and dump you as soon as he dumped his load in you. not so friendly is he?”
i moan in response to his finger dipping into my entrance to tease me, “i-i believe you. i'll stay away.”
he hums, “i don't think he will just because you tell him to, i think we need to do something about him baby.”
“l-like what?”
he grins mischievously, removing his hand from under my skirt and putting his fingers in my mouth, “lick.” i do as told and clean them off for him before he removes them, letting his hand stray down my chest and shirt to dry before searching his desk, “is this your phone?” i nod, “open it.” i tell him the password and he begins searching, pauses, then looks at me with a grin. “baby, have you ever touched yourself?”
i repeat his words questioningly, “l-like how? everyone touches themselves like all day.”
he laughs at my response, “not literally. that's another term for you then, i'll teach you. do to yourself what i was just doing to you. touch your clit, finger yourself.” i begin to slowly and unsurely move a hand down, “spit on your fingers first, get them wet.”
i do as told and try to mimic what he was doing to me moments before. it takes me a minute to get the hang of it, and it begins to feel good, like my tummy's getting tighter.
“good job, feels good doesn't it baby?” i let my head fall back and my moans slip past my lips, completely oblivious to what he's doing.
“n-not as good as you.” i tell him honestly.
i hear him chuckle, “never will be. you wanna try to fit a finger in?” i do as told, cautiously slipping a finger in myself much easier than i thought i could. “made yourself so wet baby, can you hear it?” i hum, feeling how slick i was on my own digit as i slip it in and out of me but it isn't enough.
“c-can i try two?”
“of course baby, go ahead.”
i slide another in, stretching my walls and running against them much harder than just one did. i moan at the feeling, “f-feels so good mr. jeon.”
he grins, “i'm sure it does baby, i can see your little hole leaking every time you go deeper. go as far as you can baby, don't be afraid to curl your fingers.”
i mewl and take his instruction, blissfully unaware of the photographs he's taking of me fucking myself and sending them to soojun with a threatening message, that i'm taken, and a mention of these to anyone will result in jail time for pornography, and talking to me again will result in a pricey hospital visit. “that'll do it.” i hum, “nothing baby, tell me when you're close to finishing.”
i nod, “f-finishing, feel so close.”
he watches me like a starved man, “move your hands away.” i whine and shake my head, begging him to let me continue as i'm almost done. “don't make me repeat myself.”
i whimper and let my hand go limp. he grins down at me, moving my panties back over myself and patting my behind as he sits up from his seat.
he then begins to organize the papers on his desk, packing things into his bag, and slinging it over his shoulder before turning to me. “today i taught you how to touch yourself, and not allowing you to finish is called edging. this is one form of punishment when you break my rules.”
i nod, hot and bothered and rather pissed off and embarrassed. “s-so you're not going to touch me anymore?”
he shakes his head, “not today, and another rule, you're not allowed to touch yourself either unless i tell you otherwise.” i open my mouth to whine but he silences me, “shut up, i'll give you this phone number, this is how you can contact me after school hours, but don't abuse it and don't spam me.”
i take the tiny piece of paper gratefully. he leans down and places a slow kiss to my lips before whispering to me, “behave well, and you'll be rewarded. easy enough?”
i nod eagerly, “yes mr. jeon.”
as soon as i got home i threw my things down in my room and crashed onto my bed, pulling out the piece of paper excitedly before rolling onto my stomach with a smile.
i decided if i texted him before i did my work he'd probably be upset with me, so i spent a few hours haphazardly doing my work before changing into my pjs, which is just a long pink shirt, my underwear (a new pair) and fuzzy socks, before picking up my phone again.
when i opened my messages i noticed soojun at the top of my list, with a text i didn't remember sending.
my body went cold when i saw it, never having seen anything so lewd in my life, let alone it being of myself. i quickly exit the chat and permanently delete it.
my heart races as i type the phone number in and hear it ring. and it drulls on for what seems like eternity before his familiar voice picks up.
“hello?”
“u-uh hi!”
he laughs quietly, “y/n.” he says as a statement, knowing me so well.
“yes.” i giggle at myself.
“couldn't even wait a day could you?” i hum negatively, and he asks what i'm up to, leaving me room to tell him i finished all of my schoolwork and was thinking about him. “adorable. did you see i took care of your problem?”
“y-you mean soojun?” i ask solemnly.
“yes baby. did you see yourself? god the only thing i regret is not sending them to myself. you looked heavenly.” i bite my lip and stay silent over the phone. “why so quiet my love?”
i shake my head, “nothing. i miss you.”
he grins, “how bad?”
i whine, setting my phone down on speaker as i roll around my bed, “sooo bad mr. jeon.”
he hums, “how about you call me jungkook, only out of school.”
i giggle, “okay, jungkook~”
i hear him chuckle, “wish i could see you say it.” i don't respond, not having anything to really say to that and completely content just to hear him quietly over the phone. “i have an idea y/n.”
“hmm? what.”
“if you miss me so bad, i'll make you a promise.” he pauses, making me beg him to continue, “i promise i'll give you what you want next time i see you, when we’re alone of course, if you do something for me now.”
i play with my hair and cross my ankles, “i think i'd do anything you asked me to.”
he quietly groans at my words, “perfect then. open up your camera.”
i'm lost but i do as he says, “okay, done.”
“lay down on your bed, up against your pillows, on your back.”
i hop around in my bed, getting into the exact position he described, “okay!” i chirp, getting excited even if i have no clue what's going on.
“now make sure your camera can see your pretty body, your stomach and legs.”
“okay,” i say wearily, “it can.”
“what are you wearing baby?”
“my pjs.” i reply.
he scoffs, “tell me specifically, idiot.”
i frown at the name, “i-im wearing a pink shirt, it's big on me, a-and panties, and some socks.”
“no pants?”
my head shakes, “no, no pants. not comfy.”
he hums, “perfect. hit record now.”
“okay, it's started.”
“okay baby, can you pull your shirt up for me? show the camera your pretty panties.”
i struggle with only one hand, lifting my hips and sliding my shirt up to still cover my chest, leaving my tummy and underwear visible. “done.”
“perfect, remember earlier today in the classroom? when you were sitting on my lap?” i hum affirmatively, letting my free hand rest near my crotch, reminding myself of his last rule: not to touch myself unless he says i can.
“how did you feel when i was playing with you baby? my hand playing with your pretty pussy. felt good didn't it?”
i sigh and moan at the memory, “yeah, you always make me feel so good.”
“bet you wanted me to do more, like last time right? what was your favorite part.” i let my hand roam around my body, knowing my lower body was off limits so i let my hand go into my shirt and grab my boob, slightly moaning at my own action, and this catches his attention, “are you touching yourself? you know that's against the rules.” he sounds pissed and i quickly deny it.
"n-no! mm not, was touching everywhere but there i promise."
“where's your hand right now baby?”
“i-in my shirt.”
he pauses for a moment, “you touching your chest baby?” i hum affirmatively and he laughs, “i'll let it pass since you're too stupid to know your nipples are sensitive too, that feels good doesn't it?”
“so good.” i mewl, “b-but if it's against the rules i'll stop.”
“no need, i'll allow it for now, in the future when i say you can't touch yourself your boobs are included though.” he scoffs at me like i'm the dumbest person he's ever met, and i probably am.
“okay, thank you jungkook.”
“you're welcome baby, now answer my question.”
“my favorite part? hmm. i liked it all.” i giggle, continuing to play with my chest and allow every little sound to play into the microphone for only him to hear.
“of course you did, pick a favorite.”
“i guess, i liked riding your thigh, that's the word right?”
“mhm, good job baby. why is that your favorite?”
“i don't know, liked the way you looked at me, made me feel good.”
he laughs, “you just like my attention.”
i smile, “yeah i do. don't care how i get it or what you do to me.”
he groans, “you're perfect baby, go ahead and put a hand in your panties for me.”
“y-you want me to touch myself?”
“do it.” i hum an okay and let my hand travel from my chest to my underwear, then dipping my hand underneath them, and moaning as soon as i circle my wetness.
“you sound gorgeous, are you wet baby?”
“mmm really really wet.”
he moans, and i hear zipping on his end followed by rustling of clothes? maybe sheets. “a-are you gonna touch yourself too jungkook?”
“don't worry about what i'm doing. you have my full permission to touch yourself, just be sure it's on video okay.”
“mhm, video, it's just for you right?”
“yes baby, it's all for me, just like you.”
i draw circles on my clit like he told me to last time, letting little whines slip past my mouth and saying his name, “all yours, only yours to touch.”
he moans in response, “yeah you are. took your virginity n now you're obsessed with me. you're so fucking desperate for me princess. aren't you?”
“mhmm. do anything you want jungkook.” he chuckles and i can finally hear him touching himself on the other end of the line, but i don't say anything. too focused on applying more pressure and drawing faster, bigger, circles.
“fuck princess, you getting a good shot of your hands in your panties?”
“mhmm, w-want me to take my underwear off?”
he groans in response, “fuck please.” i eagerly slide them off and let the camera get a good view in between my thighs. “are they off?”
“yes.”
“good, spread your legs real wide, let me see how wet you are for me.”
“mhm, all of it because of you.”
“now play with yourself again.”
i do as told, going back to what i was doing before but with much more ease and intensity now that i'm not restricted by anything.
“f-fuck jungkook.” i mewl to him, feeling that knot in my tummy like i'm gonna pee.
“yes baby?” he groans in response, “you close princess?”
“y-yes.”
“finger yourself and don't you dare come until i tell you to.”
i move my hand down and let two fingers slide right in, moaning loudly at the sensation, not worried about anyone hearing me. “i-im doing it.” i breathe out.
“get me a good view of that baby.”
“yes sir.” i say unconsciously, not knowing it's music to his ears, his eyes are closed, his head thrown back as he pictures me, shirt ridden up, panties wrapped above my knees as they knock into each other as i have my fingers in myself.
“you're doing perfect baby, can you add another finger?”
“t-three?” i ask, “i don't think it'll fit two feels so tight-”
“do it for me please baby, remember how stretched out you felt when i was fucking you? felt good didn't it?”
“y-yeah you felt good. so big, m-my fingers aren't enough.”
he chuckles breathlessly, “i know they're not, you'll have me in you again soon enough.”
i add the third finger cautiously, embracing the way it hardly fits and my body tightens around it and i have to moan, “jungkook, fuck, i can't wait.”
“tell me more baby, i'm so close.”
“i'm imagining it's you touching me. wish you were here so bad.”
“f-fuck, what would you do if i was?” he sounds as if he's speaking through gritted teeth.
“i-i’d have to touch you, have to have you in me again i-i can't wait any longer.” i whimper, my fingers curling inside me feeling so deliciously rough and i know i won't last longer. “j-jungkook please i'm gonna come.”
“fuck, go ahead baby, let me hear you.” i have a death grip on the phone as i take one last glance at the screen to make sure i'm still plenty in view before allowing my head to fall and my hips rut as i finally release, letting out a plethora of serenades just for jungkook’s ears.
he cusses and lets out a final, long groan. then all we can hear from each other is our breathing.
i'm the first to speak, “c-can i stop recording?”
he takes a moment, “not yet, pull your fingers out, let the camera see how ruined you are.” im not sure what he means by that but i show him my soaked fingers and why the aftermath looks like.
“okay, now can i?”
“yes baby, you can turn it off.”
i hit the big red button one last time and sigh. “i'll send it to you.”
he chuckles, “not even curious what i'll do with it?”
i smile dopily, “i mean, you don't want me to see other boys so i guess you're only gonna use it right?”
“that's partly true. what if i did send it to someone else?”
i hum, “i-i really only want you to see it, but if it means a punishment i'd rather you send it to someone else.”
“good answer.” he's content with that answer, and tells me to take a shower and goodnight before he hangs up on me.
instead of being mad at the harsh end i focus on him telling me to take care of myself and goodnight.
jungkook’s pov
i hang up on her and sigh. letting myself rest in my chair and contemplate what ive gotten myself into.
my phone pings and i read the text.
do we have a deal, or what?
* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊˚
thank u very much for reading this! if you'd like a little reminder for when the next part is out you can request to be in my taglist by filling out the doc linked in my masterlist :) hope u all have a great day <3 - ara
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hello i have a question about learning korean ^^
i started ( self ) studying it about two years ago but discontinued due to college and all, but now i want to pick it up again and i don't know where to start from? i know how to read and write, but i have issues reading in one go— basically i lack fluency in reading and i often stutter. is there any way to improve?
secondly, i do know some basic stuff however my vocabulary isn't vast enough. besides, i would like to understand the sentence structure, or how they write phrases and sentences since it's very different from english. i've referred to so many sites but there's always a question— do i work on vocabulary first or sentence / phrasing structure first? or do i study both of them along side?
this sounds like such a mess and it is because i'm so lost ┬┬﹏┬┬ my main goal is to understand korean shows without subtitles and i do pick up a few words and phrases here and there but there's a lot still left to learn and idk where to start from. moreover, i've noticed that the textbook korean and the one that's spoken in everyday life is way different ( this applies to almost all the languages tbh ) and i'm having a bit of a trouble trying to figure out how a native would say it?
or example, do this thing where i come up with a sentence and try to translate it just to check what it would be in korean and check in the translator to see if i'm right, and most of the time im not. whether it's about the formalities or the conjugations. basically a whole lot of issues so please if u can help ＞︿＜
Hello! If your goal is to be able to understand Korean content without subtitles, then I think self-studying grammar and vocabulary is a good idea. I know you said you already have some knowledge of Korean, so I would refer to my masterlist and start from wherever you feel appropriate. I also recommend diversifying your study material and looking at other resources on Tumblr, YouTube, and on the Internet elsewhere. There's a lot out there!
As for your second question, I think it makes more sense to study vocab and grammar at the same time. As I've said before in previous asks, I was never that disciplined with my studying, so I can't really give you concrete study techniques. I think I got where I am today by regular exposure (on top of taking Korean courses and studying abroad lol). But if you don't have those opportunities, using whatever resources on the Internet can get you far. As you get comfortable with both grammar and vocab, I recommend exposing yourself to content like webtoons in Korean and K-dramas. These will help you with your reading and listening comprehension. There are plenty of webtoons at varying levels of difficulty, and K-drama actors have clear diction that is easy to understand. Again, I don't exactly have concrete techniques for how to eventually ween yourself off of subtitles/translations (since I myself still use them), but in my experience, exposure alone is enough to at least allow me to read webtoons and watch K-dramas without relying super heavily on the translations. Consuming this content will also teach you how natural Korean is spoken by natives. I hope that makes sense!
If you're concerned about speaking, the best way to get better is to converse with others. You might not know other people who speak Korean, but you can still practice with others for free on Hilokal, where I used to teach live lessons. It's a nice, low-pressure environment that can help you get more comfortable with speaking and learn alongside other people just like you!
Also, I generally don't recommend using translators to help you learn a language, especially if you're an English speaker learning Korean. It's more useful for you to understand the meaning of the Korean itself than it is for you to get the perfect translation. Korean is especially difficult to translate into English (in my opinion), so a translator might not give you a clean, accurate, and natural translation. Unfortunately, I can't think of other ways to fact-check your sentences otherwise lol. But I think that looking at enough sample sentences will help you become better at constructing your own. And something that helped me feel more comfortable writing and speaking when I was abroad is that, even if I make minor mistakes, chances are that other people can still understand me. Maybe keeping that in mind can make the learning process a little less stressful :)
Maybe this advice isn't new for you, but I hope it was still helpful! Thanks for the question and good luck! 화이팅!
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for the don’t stand so close to me series: the reader and bruno haven’t had the chance to do anything for a couple of weeks, and after seeing bruno with his hair tied back and shirt undone one button more than usual, she snaps and drags bruno into a supply closet and gives bruno a blowjob (maybe a sprinkle of dom!reader if you’re comfy with it)
Don’t Stand So Close To Me (18+)
(Part 12)
Teacher!Bruno Madrigal x Student!Fem!Reader
Modern Day!Imagine
Non-Magic AU
Summary: Reader giving Bruno head, lol, just the request
Warnings: Swearing, Agegap, inappropriate thoughts, teacher/student (STUDENT IS OF AGE)
Word Count: 983
Italics will mostly be his direct thoughts, his imagination
Author Note: Hello everyone, I've been away for so long and I do apologise for that. I've just been super stressed out this year with just life and everything that comes with it so I've been very absent from Tumblr and writing so I'm sorry for that but I will try to write more, probably not as frequently but here and there when I can, thank you for everyone for checking in on me and being patient, I really appreciate it :))
Don't Stand So Close To Me (Masterlist)
(Part 11) >(Part 12)< (Part 13)
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Bruno POV
Today was a rather hot day. The sun was beaming through the windows, heating up the entire room. There were no air conditioners in my class so I tried opening windows and doors to create ventilation. It was bearable but not preferable. My last class of the day was just before lunch and had my darling lover in it. I smiled at her as she walked in and made her way to her seat closer to the back.
30 minutes in, the class began to heat up again, more than I could handle. I pushed my chair out a bit to get better access to my draw on the side of my table. I open the top drawer and pull out a hair tie I knew I had when Y/N last left one here. Pulling back the majority of my hair, I tied it up in a small ponytail to keep it out of the way of my face. Unbuttoning the cuffs of my sleeves, I folded them up, exposing my forearms to the air.
After another 10 minutes, not even that was enough. I looked up from my desk to see everyone hard at work. Well, almost everyone. She, as usual, was staring at me, lost in thought. I chuckled to myself.
No wonder you always need help catching up.
I looked back down at the work in front of me and unbuttoned the first two of my shirt buttons, enough not to be classified as inappropriate.
I couldn’t help but think about the last time I spent time with my darling Amor.
At least a couple of weeks since we had some quality time together.
I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about the sounds she made when I eat her out. Every little twitch her body made at the small touches I gave her. The moments when she’d wrap her legs around my head as she would orgasm and release sweet sweet juices into my mouth.
Fuck.
I didn’t even have to look down to know how hard I was at that moment.
In class too.
It was as if someone from the heavens above heard my woes because people had already started packing up for the end of class.
Well, time to go home and sort out my problem.
As I was halfway down the hall to leave, my name was called out.
“Mr. Madrigal!”
“Y/N?”
She was jogging down the hall to me.
“Could you come with me, quickly?” she asked, slightly out of breath.
“Of course.”
We didn’t go that far before she pushed me through a door, into a supply closet filled with things like stationary and books.
I had no time to think about what was going on before her lips were on mine. Obviously enjoying the situation, I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her against my body.
“What are you doing, don’t you have another class?” I asked as she made her way down to kiss my throat.
“Not for another hour.”
She wasted no time ripping open my shirt, pressing hot kisses to my chest and down.
“You looked so good in class today, I can’t stop myself,” she said, breathlessly, unbuttoning my pants.
“Your hair, your arms, your chest,” she released my cock from my underwear, “you are so perfect.”
She licked the tip slowly, coating it in her salvia and the view alone made me almost collapse if it wasn’t for the shelf behind me for support. She moved her hand slowly along the side of my shaft, swirling her tongue around the red head of my cock.
“Fuck!” I dropped my head back, closing my eyes.
I felt it as she slowly pushed the rest of my cock into her mouth, coating the entire thing in her saliva. I grabbed the back of her head, not necessarily pushing it further in, just giving me something to hold onto.
She finally released herself from my cock, pumping her hands up and down my dick while looking up at me, proud.
“Does it feel good, sir?” she asked, already knowing the answer.
“It feels amazing,” I whimpered.
A smirk rose up her face and she proceeded to put my cock back in her mouth. I had trouble keeping my eye open, so I let them fall close and rested my head against the wall behind me.
I don’t know how much longer I can last.
She had obviously known I was close too because of the way I tensed up under her. I could feel the cockiness radiating off her as she bobbed her head faster. I had to bite down on my hand just so I wouldn’t scream out.
“F-fuck,” I groaned into my hand.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. I spilt my hot cum down her throat, trying not to collapse from my weak legs. She stroked her tongue along my cock a couple more times before pulling it out. I hadn’t even noticed she had swallowed it. As she stood up, I pulled her in by the back of her head, giving her a passionate kiss. I felt her smile as she reciprocated the kiss.
She pulled back, “well! Better get to my next class!”
She grabbed her bag off the ground, hoisting it onto her back.
“Wait- what? B-but what about you? I can’t just leave you without!” I said pushing myself off the wall.
She turned to smile back at me.
“You don’t need to worry about me, sir. I better get to class though, bye!” she waved before leaving the closet.
“Wai-” the door shut.
Damn.
Knowing I had no other classes for the rest of the day, I just slouched against the wall, sliding to sit on the floor. Still quite tired and out of breath, I closed my eyes and sat there for a while.
That girl is a wonder.
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Author Note: Thank you so much for reading, again sorry for the absence, I hope you enjoyed it. If you'd like to join the taglist, feel free to just leave a comment. :)
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Well well well.
I’m actually somewhat keeping up! This is a nifty surprise, lol. So, to start off, I wanna state that, while I doubt people are actually going to see this for a while, I’m actually having a fairly nice time writing!
Now, as of writing this segment it’s 9:03pm and my battery is at 93%. Nothing significant there, just thought it was a little silly and ironic that battery and time are matching eachother. I saw a friend/classmate at the park today, that was pretty cool. I’m not really used to people interacting with me at the park, not that I mind. I use that time to kinda destress and take a moment away from people. I usually end up singing, too! I’ve been getting ready good at sing “Outliars and Hyppocrates: A Fun Fact About Apple” by Will Wood, “Labyrinth” by Miracle Musical and “The Mind Electric” also by Miracle Musical. A song that I’ve been definitely vibing with is “Wet” by Dazey and the Scouts. I dunno why, it’s kinda sad and very sexual, but it’s actually a vibe. It took me a couple listens through before I was like. “Hold up, lemme look at the lyrics,” then I was mortified.
I’m not looking forward to tomorrow at school at ALL. I cannot wait to be done with school for some reason. I, unironically, love school. Home life is pretty chaotic, and school is verily structured, so it kinda helps with my Autistic Brain. But, tomorrow, we’re gonna be reading a short story that is apparently way worse than the one we read yesterday. And yeaterday’s made me want to throw up. So, I’m am, to say the least, scared. But, I know, when I’m done with school, I’ll have my amazing partner to talk to! So, that’s something to look forward to!
I know that these seemingly keep getting longer, but I’m wanting to get better at journaling. Eventually, I plan on keeping an actual journal. However, until then, I’ll have to settle for this! Which, isn’t actually really bad, but I’ve always wNted to keep a proper journal. Something I can write in or draw in or scribble or whatever! Something that I could pour any thought into, because not all my thoughts are sane. I’ve had friends look at me and go “HOLY FUCK DUDE, ARE YOU MENTALLY OKAY?” And, like, obviously the andwer is no, but then I feel shitty cause, like. My bad I’m stating something that I personally don’t see an issue with. Which, isn’t entirely my fault, sometimes I have a difficult time understanding what’s socially acceptable to talk about because of my Autism lmao. Social Skills actually do not exist. But, I just think if I have a proper journal, I could pour thoughts into it, no matter how obscene, vulgar, sexual, insane or the like they may be!
Anyways, with that being said! I think I’ve rambled and exposed myself long enough, I must bid uou all adieu! As of now, it is 9:19pm and I have the absolute munchiest of munchies
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Helloww This is so overdue i feel like angel has been out for months already 😭 but im so glad to see you back again!! You're literally one if my fave smut writers cause the themes you write about are so different!! Like Angel was so interesting and i think you've improved in writing non smut parts specially compared to your professor series!! But you definitely have a talent in writing smut I—😭😭 thats sounds so bad but i meant it in a good way!! Your smuts are really hot and written well🧎♀️🧎♀️. Please accept this little thank you from me for bringing a lot of fantasize to life ♡
One last thing!! I loved your latest work Taxi!!?? God why must you hurt me again. Its definitely a enhaheeseung fic if they don't see each other again at the end/hj.
Anyways i shouldve asked if you were okay with your fics being turned into stuff like these first but aaaaaa i couldn't wait lol. I hope you have a great day today ♡♡
First Off wth this is the cutest thing ever I feel so honored and thank you so much I really feel like I’ve come a long way since then too I’ve really been thinking of new plots to make so each of my works are different and unique but still things that are almost relatable
Not going to lie when I write smut it really is just a lot of me exposing the fuck out of myself like what you read is EXACTLY how I think about him on a daily basis 😔
I’m definitely okay with you making this it’s really cute and I appreciate it so much you making something based off of something I wrote is literally the coolest thing ever
I know this is probably going to sound so stupid cause I’m literally just a smut blog but I really feel like I’ve connected with a lot of you guys like I feel almost respected in a way somehow?? Idk how to explain it but i do enjoy writing content for you all and I definitely feel like I’ve made a positive impact with my blog anyways enough of my nonsense
Im still sick 🤒 as a dog but this made me feel better and Once again thank you for sharing this with me it made my night and put the biggest smile on my face and I might have even had a fangirl moment it’s like a little welcome back present
But I’m going to go now I hope you had or have a wonderful day/night🤎 luv u
#my readers are the absolute best#enhypen heeseung#enhypen#lee heeseung#heeseung#engene#enha heeseung#enhypen hard hours#enhypen smut#heeseung smut#asks#inbox
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Hi peeps. I'm back after what felt like a very long hiatus. Had a new job, which I did find interesting enough but sadly the pay and workload were terrible. I was extremely tired, my sleep schedule was in shambles again,
And honestly, I really want to dedicate myself to writing and creating.
Being a clerk-cashier at one of the busiest drug stores in town gave me no respite nor a single chance to keep writing. While also exposing me too much to the new waves of nasty things around.
So, be prepared to seeing me plaguing your dashboards once more.
And, I really hate to do this but, if anyone has any chance to donate anything my way through PayPal (shitty service but the only international option I currently have) I'd be immensely grateful.
I'm thinking as well on opening some slots to do tarot readings via zoom or something because I definitely don't feel like OF material lol. If you're interested in one, my DMs are open. (I won't charge much. I'm coming from getting paid around $250 USD for a 50 hour week with no breaks of any kind so go figure)
Sept 21 update:
Hi again, lovely people from the Tumblr™
Things have been improving little by little and such but as you can imagine the struggle is real in these latitudes, and have been without internet service most of the time, currently unable to pay for some data plan or something (though i still have wifi at home for when I'm back from work so it's fine)
I'm safe from the recent earthquake, and so is my family. For those who know about her, little Brecha (family's dog) is very old now and on her last days most likely as cancer struck her back, and now her lungs are all invaded. She's surrounded by love at least and is in no pain thanks to their quick and caring response/treatment.
I feel like I'm able to do at least a bit more nowadays with a small income but I'd still be incredibly grateful if anyone could throw anything you could spare this way.
I'm so very sorry for my lack of activity and communication recently, but will do my best to reply asap.
Stay safe, everyone, and I really hope many blessings fill your days.
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okay i'm FINALLY getting to the last of my requests, starting with the tadaaki x etsuji requested by @yansim-fan314 who i'm tagging bc i lost the original ask when i responded to talk about oneshots vs slowburn fics lol anyway HERE
Tadaaki remembered vividly the rage and confusion he’d felt the first time he saw Etsuji enter his gym. He knew how much the two of them had once scorned him and he hadn’t yet fully forgiven Etsuji for looking down on the martial arts club. Yet, for some reason, when he saw Etsuji’s eyes search for him, saw how he lit up once their gazes connected, Tadaaki’s heart raced.
Etsuji navigated his way through the maze of equipment and held up a hand in greeting. “Yo.”
Tadaaki held up hs fist in response. Etsuji closed his hand and bumped his knuckles to Tadaaki’s. “What’s up, man?”
“I think I wanna focus on my core today. What are you gonna be doing?”
“Legs. Sakkun says my kick isn’t as strong as my punch.”
“That so? I know you gave me shit for skipping leg day initially, but what if you just focused on training your arms? Then you could just put your all into your punches.”
“Yeah, and then I’d be predictable as hell. If my opponents know to expect a hook, they won’t know what to do when I hit them with a good roundhouse!”
Etsuji rolled his eyes. “I swear, you’re almost too thorough.”
“I seem to recall you benefiting a lot from my thorough training and advice over the past few weeks.”
“Fine, whatever, let’s just get started.” The two of them smiled as they each went about their routines. Though they didn’t always use the same machine, they were more than happy to spot each other when it became necessary. During this hour of the day, there was no time or place for all the complicated feelings that Tadaaki had.
However, that time had to come to an end at some point, and soon enough both of them had finished their planned workouts for the day. As the two of them went to the locker room to change, Etsuji groaned. “I really pushed myself today… I have no idea how I’m going to get through my sets tomorrow.”
“Sounds like you need a good soak,” Tadaaki advised. “Or a rest day. When was the last time you took one?”
Etsuji flinched. “I’m taking them okay? Look, I don’t even need my compression braces anymore. I’m fine!”
Tadaaki rolled his eyes. “Sure.”
“But that soak sounds nice… Oh, yeah! Doesn’t this gym’s membership give you a discount at the bathhouse near here?”
“Yeah, but I usually just go home so I can put some bath salts in…”
“Bath salts? What, you some kinda chick? Come on, let’s try this place out!”
Tadaaki’s whole body tensed. “R-Right now?”
“Yeah, you got something else going on?”
“Uh… I guess not…”
“Then come on!”
Hesitantly, Tadaaki agreed.
On their way to the bathhouse, Etsuji rambled on about sports news and his workout plans while Tadaaki listened. Maybe he was just tired from the workout, but something about this whole thing made his head spin. The idea of going to a bathhouse with Etsuji didn’t feel wrong, but it didn’t feel like it had felt whenever he went with his family or members of the martial arts club. Maybe he just wasn’t too keen on exposing himself to someone he’d hated until recently? Yeah, that had to be it. It was petty and childish, but it made sense.
“Watch out!”
Tadaaki felt a sudden jerk as Etsuji grabbed his wrist and pulled him from the street just as a car rushed past with its horn blazing. Tadaaki stared after it, not fully registering what had just happened. “Dude, are you insane?” Etsuji nearly shouted, releasing his grip on Tadaaki’s wrist. “How could you just wander into the road like that? You need to pay attention and not zone out when you’re this close to traffic!”
Tadaaki looked down at his wrist. His skin burned and tingled where Etsuji had touched it. It sent shivers up his arm to his back. Probably just because Etsuji had grabbed it so hard.
“Ugh, and my magazine fell out of my bag. Now it’s all dirty, and I was gonna look at it tonight…” Tadaaki looked at the magazine and saw a smiling woman dressed only in a bikini. Something settled deep in the pit of his stomach and clogged his throat. He knew Etsuji carried gravure magazines around, he’d even gotten used to it - why did it disgust him so much again?
“That’s… Chigusa, right?”
“Oh, you remember? Yeah!”
“She’s coming to our school next week, I think…”
“Really? Someone as famous as her?! Wow…”
Tadaaki balled his hand into a fist, focusing on the pain of his fingernails digging into his palm to stop his face from screwing up. “You must be really excited. It’s the chance of a lifetime.”
“Huh? For what?”
“You know, to get with her…”
Etsuji watched Tadaaki for a moment before breaking out into a big grin. “Ha! What?! Me and her? No way, dude, she’s like, way out of my league… and it would be so awkward, yanno?”
Tadaaki unclenched his fist. “What? You’re not gonna go after her?”
“Duh, of course not! She’s not someone I like like that. Maybe a while ago, yeah, but I don’t even know her…”
Tadaaki’s heart beat so hard he felt it would burst from his chest. Surely it was because that car had almost hit him. Or maybe his blood ran so hot just from the sight of a scantily clad woman. That had to be it. Because if it wasn’t, then…
“I-I just remembered, I have to study tonight! Sakkun said he’d boot me from the club if I don’t get my grades up, so…”
“Wait, you’re leaving?”
“Bye!” Tadaaki dashed off, leaving behind a very confused Etsuji. That night, he got the best cardio workout of his life. He was already exhausted, and he likely wouldn’t be able to even get out of bed tomorrow, but he ran and ran until he got to his home. He ignored his mother’s greeting and his father’s chiding and raced up to his room, nearly slamming the door behind him. His heart was still pounding and his lungs burned. As he desperately sucked air into his throat, feeling all the while like he was swallowing daggers, his legs finally buckled beneath him as he fell to the floor.
It was the relief that made him realize it. No, he’d known for a while now - it was the relief that made him stop denying it. He’d been so relieved that Etsuji wasn’t interested in pursuing his favorite gravure model, relieved that he wouldn’t have to endure an endless amount of jealousy even worse than what he’d felt just looking at her image on the cover of the magazine. It wasn’t the exercise or the danger that made his heart work so hard, it was Etsuji. Tadaaki grasped at his chest, trying to relieve the pain. He cursed and swore, but it didn’t make the feelings or the images go away.
He wanted Etsuji all to himself. More than any goal, more than any woman, Tadaaki just wanted to be close to Etsuji. He thought of his eyes, imagined his rippling muscles, how he pulled his lips back when he really pushed his limits and how sweat ran down his face, and he knew that his life was going to be nothing but difficult from here on out.
#yandere simulator#yansim#etsuji odaka#tadaaki sunada#etsuji x tadaaki#romance#I DID IT#sakkun refers to the martial arts club pres btw#OK I THINK I HAVE LIKE. THREE MORE TO DO. I'VE STARTED ON THE NEXT ONE ALREADY LEMME GET THESE OUT#WOOOOOO I DO LOVE ME SOME PAINFUL PINING#WOOT WOOT#ENJOY
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what's one thing you wish you could say to your 16 yr. old self?
if i could go back in time, i'd tell myself to take up compsci instead of a medical-allied degree~
i remember how much i used to enjoy making themes for blogskins and xanga back when i was in 5th grade until high school lol i'd spend hours studying other people's codes and then writing my own, and i layout the themes i wanted to make in photoshop so i can see how certain elements go together. it was fun! it was my favorite past time! up until now, i still remember those days fondly and i kept thing 'if only i pursued a degree that actually aligned with my interests and basic skillset'. but as these things usually go, we always end up taking something more "practical". i come from a family of healthcare workers (aunts, cousins, etc...though not my mom and dad) and my parents always wanted me to become a doctor. i didn't really know much back then, there was no social media to expose us to a different kind of life other than the one we're living in. so i thought i wanted that for myself too. almost everyone i know is pursuing a medical career and so i just went with it.
fast forward to where i am now, i'm holding a bachelor's degree that i don't know what to do with. i did work for 2 years as a medical technologist and went to vet med school (well they did want me to become a doctor but i knew for certain that if i want to be a doctor it wouldn't be for humans lol) for another 3 years but there's always this nagging feeling in the back of my head that keeps telling me that this is not me. this is not how i want to grow old. not like this. i guess i could confidently say that is my biggest regret in life.
and so last year in nov 2021, i quit med school. a lot of my friends, family, and even faculty were surprised because i always had a good standing, the top of my class at that. it's so ironic it's almost funny. it wasn't an easy decision to give up halfway especially when i had already achieved so much. i spent many sleepless nights thinking about it. it almost felt like i lost my direction in life. i went into a depressive spiral for most of 2020-2021 and i sank into my old bad habits again. i seriously thought i wasn't going to make it out of 2021 alive. i was a complete mess. i was struggling. struggling so bad...but i was also very stubborn. stubborn enough to claw my way out of the hellhole i threw myself in. thinking about it right now, i still don't know how i did it but i somehow managed to crawl my way back into the light. i guess i was lucky idk. whatever it was, i'm just incredibly grateful.
funny how fast things change. a year ago today, i was a walking void. but here i am a year after, sitting by the window with sunbeams dancing on my keyboard, and coffee in hand, writing about it and feeling at peace. i still think a lot about the 'what could have been's'. but i know for certain that i have already come to terms with most of them.
#idk i just felt like i had to let this one out#if you read through all of this crap then thank you so much for hearing me out T^T#tw: depression#tw: mental health#tw: suicidal thoughts
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So there are a lot of things I like about my job, and there are a lot of things that I don't. Obviously the main thing is it's part time in an outbound call center and I don't have option to go full-time (not that I would anyway, it's a freaking call center and I'm already going insane on just 30 hours), so that's definitely an issue, but on the inverse, requesting time off doesn't have to be 2 weeks in advance-- It only has to be 2 days. So naturally, Monday, I decided I was going to take today, Thursday, off for a mental health break. Request goes through without issue, everything should be fine and dandy until I survived to Thursday right?
And then of course, my internet service decided last second it was going to do all day maintenance, not Thursday, no, because that would be too cosmically convenient. Nope. They decided to do it Wednesday. And I got no notification, because the text that was sent to me Tuesday never came through. And of course, Tuesday night was the night I decided to splurge on myself and get Olive garden and a personal pie, and Wednesday morning I decided to get a coffee, right before my work shift, and right before I came home, clocked in, then watched as my internet subsequently failed immediately as I was logging in.
Did I mention I'm buying new tires? So yeah, it's not minus $700 like I initially planned for (no work Thursday + cost of tires), but minus $850, and an unexcused work absence on top of that.
So yeah. Another example of the universe watching me decide, for once, it's safe to splurge on myself, I've been good, I've been working hard, I've been saving well, and then going, "but what if we immediately incurred an unexpected cost/ income loss on you. Lol." The frequency at which this happens is uncomfortably consistent. I get a raise, I have to start paying a food bill. I buy some figurines for my collection, I dent my bumper and break my tail light. I graduate college debt/ loan free, I have to pay more than half my income in rent, thus subsequently needing to take on more work hours. My sperm donor goes on vacation in a different hemisphere for a week and a half, and before I can even think about taking a mini vacation myself without him breathing down my neck, my older sibling gets covid, thus quarantining me at home as well due to being exposed to him.
At the very least, I can be thankful I didn't buy the tablet I was thinking of buying for on-the-go digital drawing. Then I would have been down over $1,000. All in just one week-- not even that, over 3-ish days.
That being said, I haven't taken time off for myself in God knows how long, and despite the unfortunate nature of having to call out yesterday, thus, putting a mark on my attendance record that I tried to avoid by getting time off approved Thursday anyway, it's sort of been giving me an opportunity to think, when I've been too busy or exhausted to do so recently. The thinking is only just now starting, but I'm starting to for once actually ponder objectively what I'm doing with my time and energy, and where I want my life to go from here.
Do I really need to stay in this job until I find full-time work? Do I not have enough cushion in savings to take a break despite my sperm donor imposing unnecessary rent that's half my monthly income on me (and me wanting to maintain enough savings that I never have to come back here once I do leave)? Is my constant fear of everything going wrong the moment I don't have a job founded? Is karma real? Is it real enough that I'm going to get into a serious accident the day after I turn in my 2 weeks (because with my luck, I genuinely feel like that's what's going to happen)? Will quitting my job really give me the time and space I need to improve my portfolio? Am I psyching myself up over nothing because my hatred of my father outweighs my common and objective sense? Is my father going to increase rent out of spite like I fear if I quit, because he somehow thinks punishing me is going to encourage me to work harder on finding a job as if my current lack of interviews is somehow my fault (never mind the job economy as a whole is garbage at the moment, and my particular industry is notoriously difficult to get into)? Is any potential spite or punishment from him worth it anyway? Am I the only one holding myself back (outside of financial issues, which generally is 100% traceable back to my father)? Do I keep the job even though it's only 30 hours a week, $15 an hour, and try to move out anyway?
Realistically, because I live in America, none of those above things can really happen before I gain full ownership of my car from him anyway, but with the new tires being put on as we speak, I'm going to be able to have that conversation soon. He's that kind of abuser where timing is everything in conversations. And once that car is officially in my name and not his, maybe everything else will fall into place. I just have to hope he's not going to be weird about it, but of course I know he will be, regardless of how carefully I plan on my wording and timing in approaching him, never mind the fact that I'm paying for everything on it now anyway.
I'm not sure where I'm going with this post. Sort of just following my train of thought on whatever track it goes, probably on account of the coffee. But I definitely need to take some time to just sit around and seriously think about my next steps, because I've just had my wheels spinning in mud for the past 6 months and my damn engine's about to combust. What do I need to do to make my life easier and restore some of my sanity, without putting my safety and future in jeopardy? What steps do I need to take that I haven't thought of in order to completely and safely separate from my father so I can move out without letting him know where I live or who I'm living with? How do I accomplish that without putting my younger sibling at risk since we're so close, and my dad will know that he undoubtedly knows something about my sudden disappearance?
Nothing can ever just be easy, can it? I know others have left undesirable home situations living on less or nothing, but I can't imagine leaving this place without at the very least full time work that offers health insurance. Maybe my standards are too high for myself, maybe I just have some kind of anxiety brain rot that keeps finding excuses for me to not go anywhere or do anything. I want so badly to be rid of him, It's not some brand of familial Stockholm syndrome. It's more along the lines of "if everything isn't perfect in my departure, then it will all go wrong and I'll end up back here anyway, and things will be worse."
Whatever the answer is to anything I've pondered about in this post, I think It's safe to say the current circumstances are killing me, If not physically, then definitely mentally, and emotionally I'm bleeding out.
#dylawa rambles#dylawa rants#dylawa vents#why did I type this whole thing on mobile. Am I okay. obviously the answer is no#and in case the read more doesn't work#long post
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