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doki-doki-imagines · 6 months

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wc: 10k (next time I write this much shoot me down from the start) author note: wrote this to celebrate one year since I have been writing for bllk! Since my first post was about Sae I thought to celebrate with a fic about him. If you know me a bit, you know Sae is far from being one of my faves so I feel like a clown writing this much for him sob.

tw: none. 10k words of fluff more or less.

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You are sitting on an iron bench, wet from head to toe, with no way to protect yourself from the incessant rain. Your makeup is ruined and tears can’t be discerned from the droplets of rain running down your face.

You look desperate and there is no need to look at your face to understand that, you supporting your head with your hands is enough, crouched on yourself, sighs sound dulled by the downpour.

“You look pathetic.” It’s a familiar voice, one that makes your skin crawl and now increases your heartbeat to dangerous levels. You look up and you see him, in all his cold beauty. He is wearing a brown boiled wool coat, underneath a turtleneck black sweater peaking out. He is looking down at you, like a high-class rich when he sees a snotty kid, the grey umbrella covers a bit his face, but those ice irises pierce your figure anyway.

“Sae-“ You whisper out your voice full of disbelief and shame.

But how did you find yourself in such a miserable situation? We have to go back a bit.

One year ago

You have never been a fan of parties, they can be a good way to unplug your brain for a bit before going back to normal life. But after a while you need a break, the music and sweaty bodies overwhelm your senses. Your friend Elisa stays back, a guy caught her attention but she asks where you’ll go, in case she won’t see you for long.

You go outside, the cold breeze of winter hits your naked skin making you shiver, but at least you can now breathe. There is nobody else outside other than you and a red hair sitting on the small brick wall on the opposite side of the entrance. You decide to sit there too, at a safe distance not wanting to bother him but close enough to start a chat in case you stay there a little longer than needed.

You look around a bit, breathing in and out while you notice the leaves moving and bushes filled with trash. It’s not a great sight and for sure straining your sight for that doesn’t seem a good idea, so your eyes fall on the stranger sitting next to you. He is now checking his phone, red strands framing his face. You notice his long lashes, it’s always guys that have the crazy luck to have doe lashes, the lower ones touching the apple of his cheeks. He looks young, but he has a mature aura around him, an idea that comes from both his posture and his clothes. The sky-blue shirt he is wearing must be crazy expensive-

“Can you stop looking at me?” You widen your eyes, now comically big.

“You mean-“ You point a finger towards yourself, but you can’t finish the phrase that the guy snaps back.

“Yes, you. Stop looking at me.” He finally faces you, his teal eyes staring at you as you’d do with a cockroach; the same amount of disgust.

He stands up now in front of you “You must be the friend of my physiotherapist, right?”

You nod. After all, it is thanks to her if tonight you are here, at a party full of famous football players and hot beyond imagination models…you must stick out like a sore thumb.

“I guess you recognized who I am. Please, stop. I don’t want to know you, I don’t have time for a relationship.”

Your mouth is wide open.

“I don’t know who you are-“

“Yeah, sure. I have to go now. Don’t follow me.” He doesn’t even wave back, he just gives you his back and walks away.

You have never felt so angry in your life, and you had to deal with a lot of assholes to reach this point in your life.

You stomp inside, searching for Elisa to ask what the fuck is wrong with people and you find there, the guy from before still next to her but there are also other guys and girls and him. The first reaction is to walk away, possibly closing yourself inside the bathroom until they finished chatting or, at least, that guy walked away, but luck isn’t on your side your friend already waving at you signaling to go sit with her.

There is just your friend's body between you and that guy, but this time it’s your eyes that throw daggers at him every time he just even breathes your way; he doesn’t seem to care and it angers you even more.

“Oh let me present you to Sae! He is the football guy I work for!” She said looking at you with a smile that goes from one ear to the other, alcohol playing crazy tricks in her mind not to notice your cracked mood. You extend your hand, trying to be a decent person and you see him sighing. Why punching idiots is not acceptable in modern society? Maybe because you probably wouldn’t be able to stop, after hitting that ugly mug the first time.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Sae.” Your smile is fake, but you think you do a good job of hiding your feelings. The handshake is short, but while you tighten the grip to show you aren’t a weakling, the red hair slips his hand away the second your palms touch.

“Call me Itoshi.”

“Mh? Is that your name?”

“No, it’s my surname. I don’t like strangers to call me by my name.” He replies, back now hitting the red sofa of the club, looking somewhere on the dancefloor, probably at the butt of some dancer.

You look straight into the eyes of your friend and something finally clicks in her mind because you see cold sweat forming on her forehead after the interaction you had with Sae. No, wait. Itoshi.

“Well, guys-“ She claps her hand “it’s time for us to go, thanks for having us.” She stands up and you follow while she finishes to say goodbye to her colleagues. “See you tomorrow, Sae. Don’t exaggerate with drinks!” It’s clearly a joke, her tongue pokes out and Sae smiles back at her.

He would be cute. If only he isn’t such a shit. Your heart almost jumped with joy when the corner of his lips turned upwards, but your brain, thankfully reminded your body how he treated you a few minutes ago.

The walk towards your friend’s car is silent, the people inside the club making enough noise. Your silence gets broken when you enter the vehicle, before your friend can turn the engine on she stares at you.

“I leave you alone a few minutes and you get in a catfight with my client, really?” There is no real anger in her voice, knowing her position isn’t in danger. So you explode at her, telling her chapter and verse of what happened between you two.

“Is he always such an asshole? I feel sorry for you, I hope he pays you enough.” Your friend’s head hits the headrest, and a loud bubbly laugh escapes her mouth.

“Is he worse? Fuck maybe you should change job-“

“No, no. It’s that I invited you tonight because I hoped you could get together in the future.” Her voice is often broken by laughter and finally, anger free, you remember that she probably has drunk too much.

“Let’s switch, you are drunk.”

“No, c’mon. Sae is usually nice! He is a bit cold, but I thought a partner, or just a friend-” and it’s not hard for you to imagine he has nobody to talk with, every time he opens his mouth it’s the same as having two fingers in your eyes “You are also single, so I thought it could work out!” She slaps your shoulder and keeps giggling and now you are sure that you need to be the one to drive you both home.

“Don’t ever leave your job, you suck at playing Cupid-“ You giggle too, finally switching places and driving you both home.

The drive is filled with useless chatter, your friend seemed really into that dude of before, Leonardo is his name? Tomorrow with a more lucid mind you’ll dig more into your friend's new crush.

And you hope you’ll soon forget about that asshole of teammate too.

8 months ago

When you return home after an intense day of work, the bare minimum you request is complete relaxation. No parties, no worries, no discussions; it’s the perfect way to welcome the weekend.

What you don’t want is to get jumpscared before you can even step in, a certain teal-eyed dude the first thing your eyes see.

“Fuck!” You are tempted to close the door, maybe it’s all your imagination and when you reopen he, the Itoshi, won’t be there anymore. But you don’t live in a fantasy world, sadly, so you know you’ll have the accept your fate.

“What happened?” It’s your friend’s voice screaming from the kitchen.

“Nothing, I’ve just seen a cockroach.” You reply with a monotone voice, closing the door with your foot.

You look better at the intruder, sitting on your couch. One hand has the remote, zapping between the channels, the other lying on the top of the furniture, fist keeping up his head.

He turns to look at you “Did you see yourself in the mirror?” And the sudden urge to hit him with the house key pervades your body. You groan at his comment, but decide to drop the topic; you have no energy to get angry.

“Oh, sorry I didn’t tell you before but Sae is staying with us this week. His apartment is flooded and all his teammates couldn’t help him out.” She comes into the living room with a bowl of…freshly cut vegetables? You suppose it was your guest's request, as much as Elisa likes carrots there is no way this was a choice born from her brain.

Now you know why she didn’t tell you anything about it. You would have taken a hotel room and made Elisa pay for it if you knew what was going on. He, at least, thanks her and it surprises you because you thought he didn’t know what manner are. Or common courtesy.

“I’m going to change into something more comfortable.” You sigh, your mind already adjusted to the idea of having that dude in your house. ‘It won’t be forever. Calm down. Don’t shout, don’t get angry.’ You repeat to yourself while wearing the comfiest pj in your wardrobe; you need it.

When you go back into the living room the film was already chosen, but you don’t mind, so tired that you know you’ll fall asleep the moment your head hits the pillow. The chat gets louder and definitely pick your interest.

“We both go to medical field universities! I finished my studies at home and as you know I work here, but-“ Elisa points her index finger at your figure, a fluffy cover hiding your body all crouched up on a side of the couch not to touch, or just get near, the guest “She is still studying to become a doctor! She will stay here one year and then she will need to go back home to finish her studies, right?” You nod at your friend's words, now looking at the film.

“The film isn’t bad.” You whisper, humming in agreement.

“It was my choice.” A deeper voice replies back, it’s Sae.

You look at him until you meet his teal eyes. You see an equal amount of tiredness in his eyes and you seem to silently agree not to sassy reply back.

You are able to look at the film without falling asleep, at times you can feel Elisa asking stuff to Sae but you are too distant to understand what they say. There is a pang of jealousy that stabs your heart, usually, you chat with Elisa while watching films and you don’t like the idea of being substituted by him.

You try to brush away the feeling. Maybe she is the one who has a crush on him, and even if you think she has questionable taste you won’t put yourself against their love. You yawn the second the end credits start to roll. You decide to go to bed, since you have no strength to add yourself to their pillow-talk, in the shared room you have to Elisa.

“I’ll come soon too.” She whispers while you nod, walking away; probably she wants a moment with her crush. You don’t even hear her opening the door, your brain voyaging dreamland the second your head hit the pillow.

You are the first to wake up in the morning, you step toward the kitchen trying not to wake up your roommate, and start to prepare coffee for the both of you. You are so used to making it that it becomes an automatism. It’s when the moka is on the fire that you start to look around, noticing a package that definitely wasn’t yours or of Elisa.

“That’s mine.” You hear croaking behind you, the sound makes you jump on your place.

“Yeah, it seemed pretty obvious. What is it? Some kind of tea?”

“Yes, it is salted kombucha tea. Want to try it?”

You snort and Sae looks at you questioningly, probably thinking his pronunciation is wrong.

“I hate tea. I’m team coffee.” You say pointing with your thumb to the moka, now gurgling a sign that your coffee is ready. Sae looks at you with disgust, a face you know pretty well by now.

“We are really different.”

“I was thinking that too.” You say now giving him the back to take the cups on the high shelf, a spoonful of sugar in your cup, nothing in Elisa's one.

Meanwhile, he has moved, opening the window of your kitchen. Summer is starting but the weather is still acceptable, morning breeze is a nice way to freshen the house.

“You want to make your own tea or I can do it for you? Do you trust me?” You say smirking, already knowing the answer.”

“I prefer to make it myself.”

You nod, a Chesire smirk plastered on your face. You point out where he can find the kettle, now sitting on the table, right next to the window, your head supported by your right hand.

He soon sits in front of you with his cup of tea, he looks outside for a moment, giving you the possibility to admire his features again.

He has a nice jaw, his skin is pretty smooth, probably he doesn’t have much beard, his upper lip is arched perfectly, his lips plump but not too big or better, they suit his face. His nose is slightly pointed upwards-

“You like to stare.”

Your head slid comically; you got caught, again.

“It happens when I look at beautiful stuff.” Really, the comment slips from your mouth before you can bite your tongue. But you feel him choking on his tea and it soothes the pain.

“You are also bold.” He looks at you with furrowed eyebrows, with such hatred in his eyes you almost worry to have done something way worse than throwing a compliment in his way.

“I just like to joke around.” You smile in your cup, a smile that grows wider when his eyebrows comically drop.

You hear him clicking his tongue, but you don’t say anything more.

You both finish your beverages, but Elisa is still sound asleep.

“Shouldn’t you wake her up?”

“Today is her free day, let her relax a bit.” You reply, putting his cup into the dishwasher.

You see uneasiness in his eyes, there is something he needs to tell you, so you make the first move as a good host.

“Is there something you need?”

“Usually I do yoga and meditate. Can you go out.” He formulated it as a request, but it sounded like an order in your ears.

“Can’t you do it in the living room? Or your bedroom?” You propose.

“My bedroom is too small. There are no windows in the living room and I’d prefer to breathe fresh air.” You nod, his reasoning makes sense and there isn’t else you need to do in the kitchen.

“Can you teach me?” You propose half to piss him off, half because you suffer from terrible neck pain and you know yoga could help you out.

You notice how bad he takes it and you bask in the sensation of being finally able to take a rise of him.

“Don’t you have to go to university? Or I don’t know, student stuff?” He says it fast and makes you chuckle.

“It’s too early! I have all the time of the world now.” You get near him, trying to muster up the nicest puppy eyes ever done “I swear I’ll be a good student and won’t joke around.”

“No.” Your nice façade drop.

“You are a real pain.”

“Look at yourself before saying that.” He looks at you with the same eyes as your encounter. The best choice is to leave him alone, and you do, but not without grumbling.

When you enter your bedroom Elisa is wide awake, already dressed for the day reading a book, a fantasy you guess knowing her taste.

“Mh? Elisa why are you here? You didn’t want to have breakfast with Mr. Sourpuss?” She clearly didn’t notice you entering the bedroom. She closes the book and smiles at your comment.

“I didn’t want to bother your bonding time.” She sing-sangs, book placed on the night table.

“Is this a way to force me to like your new boyfriend?” Your eyes pierce her figure, muscles tense, trying to grasp any twitch or wince on her face. But nothing comes, if anything she replies to you with a pure laugh, not a fake one.

“I don’t see Sae that way, you dunce-“ Elisa stands up, hands now on your shoulders shaking you “I really think you can get along, please give him a chance.” She says exasperated.

“Tell him that, he is always an ass with me, and please-“ You say removing her hands from your shoulders “Stop playing Cupid, it’s really not your job.” You go towards your wardrobe ready to change for the day while Elisa keeps whining but no words get registered in your brain.

You don’t see anybody for lunch, so you spend a quiet afternoon at home, reviewing your notes and refreshing the lesson of the previous day.

Elisa is the first to come home, there is still light outside thanks to the longer summer days and she helps you out cooking dinner.

“We have to cook something healthy, you know-“ She winks “For our guest.”

Damn, for a second you forgot about him. “Shouldn’t he cook? So we are sure to prepare the right stuff.”

“I don’t know how to.” You hear from the living room, it’s his voice. You walk to the living room and you see him, freshly showered you guess from the soft soap smell coming from him and with two bags containing what you guess is food.

“I asked my private chef to cook for all of us.” He says placing the bag on the coffee table in the living room.

“Thanks, Sae!” Elisa says “Let me take these to the kitchen, I’ll prepare the table.”

“Do you need help?” Elisa brushes off your question “I know how to put a tablecloth and cutlery.”

To you, it sounded like an excuse to make you stay alone with the redhair.

“Thanks, Itoshi.” You hate how his surname rolled on your tongue, but you had to accept it.

He nods, removing his jacket and hanging it on the coat rack. You don’t miss to notice how at home he already feels; for sure he has good adaptation skills.

“So, how was your day?” You try to small chat, to break the unbearable silence it was already forming.

“Like always.” His answer is curt, but you can’t understand if it is because he doesn’t want to talk or just because it is him.

“And yours?” This surprises you.

“It was a good day. I was able to take a lot of good notes and the lesson was interesting.”

He nods at your words “I suppose it is hard.”

“Yes, but it is also really rewarding. For example-“ You start to blabber, and you notice it but you can’t stop, excitement guiding you even if you know your interlocutor has little to no interest in what you are saying. Embarrassing.

“Hey! It’s ready.” It’s Elisa that save you, stopping your blabbering. “What were you talking about?” She asks, curiosity evident.

You’d like to reply but you are too astonished by the food in front of you. Everything looked mouth-watering, you didn’t even know food could get such vivid colors, not to talk about the smell-

“She was telling me about her cardiac surgery lessons.” Sae replies for you, thankfully your eyes are already comically wide thanks to the food in front of you so nobody notices your surprise at his words.

So he was listening?

“Oh! I’m happy you are finally knowing each other, but now let’s eat! We don’t want the food to get cold.” You both nod at Elisa words and damn the food was as beautiful as it was delicious. There is not much chat, enjoying the meal in silence, just the background sound of the television to keep you company.

“Hey, you should accompany Sae to the aquarium one of these days.” Elisa says with a voice full of cheer. It doesn’t take much for you to understand where she took that idea, the advertisement of the aquarium still going on television.

“Well, it all depends on Sae, he has really strict hours-“

“Let’s go tomorrow. I have no training to do.” He says, no real force behind his words like he is just accepting his fate.

You gasp a bit “Oh, okay then. Is it fine in the afternoon?”

He nods, slurping down some of his cold noodles, you can only wish your technique will ever be as good as his, not a single drop of oil staining his shirt or mouth.

The dinner ends quietly, you place the crockery in the dishwasher and go directly into your bedroom.

The morning comes awfully quick and you feel even more tired than when you went to sleep. You proceed with your morning routine, not Elisa nor Sae insight so you take it easy. After you prepare yourself you go back to your books, your attention often grasped by anything going on.

Your attention gets caught one more time by a notification on your phone; it’s Eliza.

“Got a cute lunch date with a cutie. Try not to kill Sae and have a nice date <3” Ugh. She can be so pushy at times. You sigh and notice the hour, it’s time to eat.

When you enter the living room you notice Sae already made himself comfortable on the sofa.

“I didn’t hear you coming in.”

“I tried to be silent. I was doing yoga so I didn’t make much sound.” He replies, boredom dripping from his voice as usual. You nod “Are we blessed again by your chef's food today or I’m on my own?”

“The latter.”

“Oh! Can I make you piadina? It’s an easy dish to make.”

He turns around, teal eyes finally looking at you “What are the ingredients?”

“It’s easy! It’s more or less a circle of bread that gets folded this way and you can choose how to fill it.” You walk near him and show him the screen of your phone, the picture on it the perfect example of a perfect piadina.

“So…I can choose something different than fried potato, right?”

“Yes, you fill it with whatever you want. Simply sausage and fried potatoes with pepperoni is a classic match.” He looks at you with disgust, and at this point it makes you laugh.

“Not a fan? I swear the match is heavenly.”

“Aren’t you a doctor? You should know fried potatoes are toxic to the body.” This time you chuckle out loud.

“Fried potatoes are the last thing you should worry about between the ingredients I told you. And anyway-“ You sign to him to walk with you towards the kitchen “You won’t die eating it once in a while.”

“I don’t know anything about this stuff. I just go with what my manager and dietologist tell me.” He replies, pointing to the fridge with the ingredients he wants.

“No? For real?” You start to cook his one, the guest always comes first.

“Yeah, other than football I don’t know much else.” You notice a hint of sadness in his voice, irises darkening a bit and it tickles something in the back of your brain.

“Well, next time why don’t you help me cook? You may have a personal chef but it is nice to have different skills.”

He nods, he doesn’t burst with joy, but he seems serious. You give him his dish, arugula, and tomatoes. You do the same, half because you like the match and the other half because you don’t want to prepare other ingredients.

You eat in silence, something you already expected.

“Are you ready to go to the aquarium?” You ask, putting the dish in the dishwasher.

He nods giving you his one. Previously Sae asked you if you wanted to go by car “If you don’t trust me I can always call my driver” but you refused his offer, telling him that you’d bring him there gladly and with the perfect vehicle for such a sunny day.

“Good, get ready because my vehicle is amazing.” He bends his head a little, confused by your words, but doesn’t inquire more. He supposes it will be a surprise.

For sure it is a surprise, but not the good kind.

“It’s a bike.” His voice drips venom, but you brush it off.

“Not just a bike, it’s a graziella! Perfect to carry people on the back!” You say, slapping the bike rear-rack.

“It’s too low, it will be uncomfortable for my legs.” He retorts but you don’t desist, smiling back at him.

“In fact, you don’t have to sit, you have to stand up on it on completely trust my skills.” The face he makes is pure comedy, it’s a mixture of scared, anger and, as always, disgust. “C’mon mister Itoshi. I swear you can trust me, not even a bug will hit your precious legs, let alone the ground.” You hear him gulp and see the gears in his brain running, you wait a few seconds but the answer finally arrives.

“Okay, but if something happens to me you’ll pay with interest.” You nod and smile back sitting on the saddle. You soon feel the bike moving under you with the added weight. You start to pedal not wanting to lose balance and make you both fall on the ground and his hands immediately find support on your shoulder, gripping tight on them.

“Let’s go!” You shout, the bike is harder to manage but you push forward. The ride is silent, the summer breeze dancing around you two, only gasps can be heard from the guy standing on the back when you take a hole making both the bike and Sae jump. His hands aren’t as tight on you anymore, probably he is trying to trust you as best as he can, it’s pleasing to think he is starting to trust you, the feeling runs to your head becoming a pink fog that makes you feel dangerously well and uncaring. You are sure you would look like a postcard if someone took a photo right now, you feel so peaceful that it’s hard to imagine you look bad right now.

Dangerous because you almost don’t notice that you arrived at the aquarium, pulling harshly on the brakes almost making your guest jump off the bike if it wasn’t for his hands harpooning your shoulders.

“Sorry-“ You say in between your teeth, wincing at your mistake. You hear him scoff but he decides to not salt in the wound.

“Put the bike there, I’ll pay for the tickets.”

“Are you sure? I can pay for my own-“ He doesn’t even listen to you, walking to the ticket office without looking back at you once.

The visit was actually really fun, for you at least, Sae never expressed any kind of emotions, the corners of his lips a line that never twitched upwards or downwards. You see teals eyes looking around, but it seems nothing catches his attention. At least he stops when you ask, not a groan of disapproval, not a happy smile either.

“I like penguins.” You say looking at the glass separating you from the cute bird wobbly on its feet. A gasp of surprise escapes your mouth when one of them dives into the salty water to stop exactly in front of you. You pull at the end of Sae’s shirt, the excitement going straight to your head, too busy being ‘a finger apart’ than ruining your guest's clothes. You shout in happiness but the sound is drowned by the squalls of kids around you.

“I can see.” Finally, a hint of a smile appears on his face, but you are now too busy looking back at the penguins to notice it. Meanwhile, Sae is too busy looking at the features of your face, looking for once at you, not looking down on you. The blue and soft lights of the aquarium make you look like a dream, the joy in your eyes matching your smile.

Something moves inside him, it’s pleasant but it fades in a snap of a finger when you face him again, prompting him to walk towards the next glass. You talk about colorful jellyfish or something like that. It’s not that he is interested in anything there. After all, he accepted Elisa’s offer not to sound too rude even for his standard. But he thinks, that moment of happiness on your face was in part worth the deal.

Not that you’ll notice head entirely elsewhere.

“It was nice. Thanks for paying.” You are now outside, bike on hand while you walk near the seashore. The wind is stronger there, and more than once you shrink in your place, while the guy next to you is perfect, as always. A porcelain doll crafted by the most expert hands ‘too bad they didn’t lose another minute to work on his personality, tho’ you think.

“No problem. Can we stay here a minute longer?” Sae asks, but he is already still, as always it was an order, not a question. You nod, the sun is setting, painting the sea warm colors, waves are big but reduced to nothing when they arrive so near your feet. You see him breathing in, eyes closing to enjoy the moment.

“Do you like the sea, Itoshi?”

“Yes. I used to always visit the beach with my brother.”

“Oh, I didn’t know you have a sibling! Is he hot?” You chuckle, blossoming in full laughter after he sides eye you, annoyance mixing with the green of his eyes.

“He isn’t your type.” He clicks his tongue “You like handsome guys and he is not.” His voice is flat, as usual.

“Handsome guys? Yeah, I like them, obviously but why do you have this idea of me?”

“Simple-“ a smile, a real one, grace his features “You like me.” You gasp at his world, pushing his shoulder, but his body barely move.

“Mister Itoshi, your ego is way too big!” You puff out your cheeks, but there is no real anger in your words.

“Sae.”

“Mh?” The silence lasts very little but it feels like an eternity.

“Call me Sae.” His teal eyes link with yours. His voice is low, serious and makes your knees wobble a little. He looks happy, the sun painting beautiful shades on his fair skin. It’s honestly a breathtaking sight.

“Okay, Sae. Your ego is still too big!” You break the tension, too heavy all of a sudden. Too intense for two strangers who couldn’t even suffer each other.

Just too much.

The spell is broken and you see him wince, ‘probably he didn’t want to sound so intense’ you think telling him to go back home. The ride is silent, when midway it’s Sae who decides to talk.

“Why are people looking at us weird?”

“Maybe because you are a football superstar?”

“No, the look when people recognize me is different.” You hum, but you come up with another motivation quick.

“Maybe because you are the one being carried! Usually is the guy that carries around the woman.” You state, no malice in your words. He is silent for a few seconds.

“Let’s switch.”

“You don’t have to worry, I don’t care about this-“

“I said stop pedaling and switch places with me.”

“Stop ordering me around! Plus if you have never done that there is no way you can keep me-“

“If you don’t switch I’ll jump off the bike, I’ll hurt myself and do you remember what you promised me this afternoon?” You feel more of his weight on your shoulders like he wants to remind you of his upper position, just figurately now “I’ll make you you pay, remember?” It’s the same voice he used on you the first time you met and it made you reflexly pull the brakes, this time slower so he could jump off without any risk.

He sits on your place and clicks his head, as a sign for you to stand on the back.

“But if you hurt me? What do I gain?” Your voice is wobbly, not trusting him at all. Your hands grip tightly on his shoulders and you are sure there will be a red sign there tomorrow.

“I’ll kiss it better. Now shut up.” He starts pedaling, not checking you once. For sure you didn’t like his answer but jumping off now sounded like a good way to sprain your ankle.

“Do you know at least the road to go home!?” He takes a hole and makes you jump, you suppose it’s the karma for how you drove before

“…okay. Talk just to tell me where to go.”

You arrived home, safe and sound. You don’t kiss the ground just because you don’t want to act overdramatic, but feeling the ground under your feet with no wounds on your legs seems a real miracle. Elisa welcomes you both with a big smile, her eyes are tired but you notice a drop of happiness in her eyes so you do not worry. The week goes by naturally. You and Sae don’t banter as often, but calling what you have a friendship would be a stretch, Elisa still tries to push you into something more, but her attempts are failures, if not disasters most of the time. Thankfully Sae doesn’t dig further, not that he cares since he is so sure you have a mind-numbingly, heart-shattering crush on him anyway.

The real surprise comes when he goes back home, everyone is back to their normal life ‘till one day receives a message from an unknown number. It’s not a text, but a picture of you two, of when you were going to the aquarium since you were the one pedaling. There are ginormous texts on the sides probably it has been published by one of those gossip magazines you tend to avoid.

“Who are you?” You text back, and an answer will not be long in coming.

“Sae. Elisa gave me your number.” You smile thinking how happy she probably was when Sae asked for it. She was probably giggling like a schoolgirl.

“Why did you contact me? It’s a problem if we were seen together?”

“No” A dry texter, exactly what you expected.

“Then let me say; we really looked beautiful.” You write it with a heart bursting in happiness. You both looked happy, your faces radiating joy. You may not be an earth-shattering beauty but nobody would have been able to sincerely say you looked bad.

“We did.”

You are happy to know he feels the same.

5 months ago

You are at a beach party. Honestly, you would rather be somewhere else but after closing yourself for two months at home to pass your exams you need a bit of fresh air. Summer is now leaving its place to autumn, the days are still long, but at least the temperature is acceptable. Stars are shining high in the sky and everyone seems to enjoy the party. You wear a cute dress, ‘the one for good occasions’ you repeat to yourself. It’s not tight, the skirt is large enough that you can easily move around, but it hugs your waist before getting larger again on the chest area-

“Hey-“ Elisa elbows you “Sae is sitting on the couch all alone, why don’t you keep him company.” She laughs but this time it isn’t for the alcohol; she is just dumber because she could get with her crush, Leonardo. Actually, he was the one to set the party all teammates and their partners invited. You actually came thanks to Elisa's invite, but you would be lying if you said that it didn’t matter seeing Sae.

Something more keen to a friendship developed between you two during these months, the messages you exchanged a clear sign. What surprised you the most was that he also was the one to start conversations, asking if you were fine, checking if everything was okay. You had no other occasion to meet in person, between matches and studies you both had your hands full, so you don’t mind actually catching up with him.

“Hey sourpuss, it has been a while!” You plop down on the couch next to him. He widens his eyes in surprise, looking like a scared kitten, before returning to the bored expression, not even greeting you.

“Not even a hello? Bad night for our Casanova?” You chuckle as he clicks his tongue knowing full well you are teasing him.

“You know I’m not interested in a romantic relationship.” He is bored out of his mind and you decide to tease him some more…maybe you drunk too much.

“Well, it seems to me you are liking that girl over there. Your eyes are glued to her-“ You can’t finish the phrase, his index finger pressing against your lips.

“I never thought you were one for physical contact.”

“Never know you liked to drink this much either.” He takes the drink from your hand and takes a sip from it. “It actually tastes good.”

“I know it, you big bully! I just wanted to cheer you up and I get treated this way.” You whine. The redhead looks at you for a minute too long, pondering what to do, when his hand decides to find the crown of your head, patting you.

“Shh baby, everything is fine.” It’s a smile full of mirth and it reminds you that he is really handsome, in case your memory fails you. You must look like a pathetic cat in front of him, all pouty and a bit stupid thanks to alcohol.

“I just wanted to spend some time with you.” You whisper out, but for sure he could hear it, getting closer to you. This time you don’t see any mirth in his eyes, back to his usual seriousness so you decide to be direct with your feelings. “I missed you. That week living together made me really change my opinion of you.” This time you don’t whisper and you see Sae getting taken back by your words, batting his long lashes at your words. You can’t hold his gaze so you fix yourself on the fire in front of you, made to perfectly set the beach party atmosphere.

“Then we should meet more often.” You look back at him, but this time it’s Sae looking elsewhere, not at a specific person on the dancefloor, simply looking in front of him. “Taken with moderation it’s nice talking with you.” It’s his usual sarcasm and you feel melting, like he just removed a heavy weight you didn’t even know to carry.

“Okay, let’s promise!” You hold your pinky out and it makes Sae raise his eyebrow.

“I appreciate you wanting to integrate my culture, but we stop doing that after elementary sch-“

“Shhh, don’t break the magic! Just do it!” He sighs before rolling his eyes but at the end, he gives up intertwining your pinkies together.

“From now on we promise to see each other more often, like good friends!” The words roll from your mouth carelessly, even if you are serious about it. You feel Sae tightening your grip on your pinkie at the ‘good friends’ part but you don’t give it much importance.

“Are you next week?”

“Yes, I am now that exams ended! Do you have something in mind?” You ask a bit too excited.

“My manager told me to participate in a cooking video or something along those lines. He said it would be good for my image and they pay a lot, but-“

“You hate not being prepared, right?” You interrupt “Don’t worry, I’ll teach you a mouth-watering recipe!” And you compliment yourself for being really smooth when your hand, linked to his just by your pinkie, perfectly slides to hold it, palm to palm but not bold enough to intertwine fingers. Sae doesn’t jerk away from your touch if anything holding your hand tighter before nodding at your words. He holds your gaze and just then you notice how close his face is to yours, how there is just a whiff separating your lips…

“It’s time for the toasts! Everyone come!!” The shout of one of Sae's teammates awakes you both from the moment separating you two as quickly as you got near to each other. You don’t talk much to each other the rest of the night and you decide not to overthink what just happened, you probably drank too much and he probably was too tired to tell you to step back. For sure beach liked to play tricks on you.

Obviously, not overthinking was easier said than done, even with a pounding headache your mind started to wander and it only got worse when Sae texted his free day, to which you replied with a thumbs up. You aren’t worried about the recipe to make him cook, you have done it countless times and your mother sent you the right ingredients not so long ago. You are worried because maybe you are harboring feelings for him and you’d hate to tell him he was right all along. You can already see his smile, going from one ear to the other; you can accept being rejected, but not being made fun of.

Thankfully Lady Luck is on your side the day you finally meet up, but in a wicked way, making the chain of your bike drop something you had never to deal with. So when you hear the bell ringing your mind goes in tilt not being able to choose if panicking for your bike or for the guy in front of your door.

“Hi Sae.” You whisper out, leaning on your door.

“You are dirty.”

“Is this some new kind of dirty talking-“ He pushes you to the side, entering the house.

“So what happened? You look like a flea that just swam in petroleum.”

“You are always so delicate Sae.” You slump your shoulders before explaining what happened “I tried to watch a video to fix it myself but it was no use.”

“I can help, where is the bike?” You look up, hope shining in your eyes.

“Oh the garage is the first left door at the end of the corridor, but are you sure-“ Sae already walked away, the squeak of the garage door telling you he got the right door.

When you reach him he is already on his knees, fingers deftly working to put the greasy chain in its place.

“Done.” He flips the bike as easily as you’d flip a pancake, not even a sneer of fatigue appears. “Anything else?” You are shocked by how fast he fixed it.

“Aren’t you the one that doesn’t know anything other than football?”

“Yeah, but I had a childhood too. My little brother always messed it up. Do you have anything to wash the grease off?” You nod wanting the clean yourself up too.

“Now that we are all cleaned up, let’s cook! Today I want to teach you how to make tortellini, a type of stuffed pasta, have you ever heard of it?” The red hair waves his head left and right, you see curiosity in his eyes and it makes something bubble in you. “I have already done the filling, it’s easy to make later I’ll tell you the ingredients, but now let’s focus on the dough. As you can see I did a little fountain with the flour and we will have to put the yolks and the eggs white inside, like this-“ You show it to him, his teal eyes still fixed on your movements “Now grab a fork and start to mix, not everything together, just a bit and then always more until you can start to knead with your hands.” This is the worst part, the dough is hard and you need a lot of strength to mix it to perfection. “Wanna give me a hand?” You gasp already tired. He nods, but you didn’t expect him to help in this way.

His right hand locks with yours, the other already at the bottom of the dough, and his chest is impossibly close to your back. You feel his chin on top of your shoulder, his breath hitting your neck.

It’s intimate, too intimate for your standards.

“H-Hey thanks but you don’t need to hug the chef to do it, you know?” You chuckle awkwardly, trying to move your head far from his, but his body caging you doesn’t let you move far.

“Mh? Sorry I thought it could work better. Feeling how your fingers work on the dough and everything.” It sounds like a poor excuse even for your ears, but you brush it off his arms not blocking you anymore; probably he just needed affection or something like that.

You move to the side, watching him knead, but your eyes soon travel up, to his face noticing a new detail…

“You have freckles?”

“I get them when I tan, I hate them.” The corner of his plush lips turn downwards, his hands working harsher on the dough.

“Why? They make you more human.”

“What are you saying? That I’m a cyborg?” He stops, green irises gazing straight into yours.

“I’m saying that looking ‘imperfect’ makes you more beautiful Sae.” You say it as a universal truth, your voice doesn’t waver, and your eyes don’t either. This time it’s he who has to break the eye contact, you see him biting his inner cheek.

“So now?” He points at the dough.

“Now we have to roll it out. We should use a rolling pin, but it is too much of a pain so we’ll use another device-”

“No, let me do the old way. I’m not a weakling like you.” His voice drips of malice and the urge to knock his head with the rolling pin is harder than ever.

“Okay then, use it. I’m curious to see how you’ll handle it.” Sae takes it from your hand and tries to use it. The shape wouldn’t even be bad if it wasn’t so poorly distributed, some places thin others awfully thick, plus you can see he isn’t using the right muscles, making him more sore than he should be.

“You are terrible, can’t you see it all has different thickness? Move let me show you how to do it.” You push him away, no real force In your movement but he moves away, giving you the rolling pin with a provocative demeanor. “We say you have to make love with the dough, use your hips like this and you won’t have to use all your arm strength. Now do it.” You give the utensil back, Sae nods eyes filled with concentration.

Too bad he keeps making the same mistake. You click your tongue “Sae, do I have to teach you how to make love?” You snicker when he sides-eye you.

“Okay mister icicle, let me show you again how to do that.” Your hands lay on his hips but you look at his face to understand if you crossed any boundary, but he doesn’t say anything, to say the truth he doesn’t even look at you, so you take it as consent. “Instead of using just your arm strength, help yourself with a push of the hips like this-“ You move it synched with his hands twice, before letting go of the hold you have on him. “Yeah, that’s exactly how you should do it!” You notice Sae smiling, it lasts very little but it is there and you feel really proud of his work.

Then you teach him how much filling is needed inside and how to close them up.

“I can’t do it, my fingers are too chubby, see?” The half-made tortellino’s dough tears in his hands that are, in fact, a bit too chubby to deftly close it.

“Hey, don’t trash it away! You can’t fix it but you can always have…an early taste.” You reply, winking at him.

“But won’t it be dangerous? The filling is cooked, but the pasta-“

“I swear you won’t die superstar, I’ve done it countless times and I’m as healthy as you are.” You say smacking his shoulder, but by the look, the redhair isn’t fully convinced. “C’mon try it!” You spur him like a granny urging her nephew to eat her home-cooked meal.

The shine in Sae’s eyes after the bit of food hit his tastebuds is a telltale sign that you really nailed the recipe. Not that you had any doubt to start with.

You finish closing them up and invite him for dinner telling him that Elisa is out so she won’t mind. Sae refuses your offer, his manager needs to see him so they’ll dine together.

“Well at least bring back home a bag of these!”

“Won’t you die of starvation?”

“Don’t act stupid, I won’t give you them all, I’m not that nice!” You prepare two servings “In case you want to share a meal with a special guest.” He replies with a huff, but you don’t care, knowing well how he can be.

“See you soon Sae.”

“If that raw pasta will kill me my lawyer will bang at your door.” He replies already out and walking towards the driver he called before.

“Don’t be overdramatic, it doesn’t suit you, ice man.” He smiles back at you behind the window of his car but you can’t see him since it is tinted.

From that day you don’t hear him until the famous cooking video he told you about appear on your screen. Obviously, they made him cook something way easier, too bad he had a blindfold on and his teammate had to tell him what to do.

“I hope your teamwork works better on the football field.” You text him, a winking emoji at the end.

His answer doesn’t long in coming “Worry more about your exams.” It hurts you more than being run over by a car.

3 months before

“Sae can you pick me up?”

“Did something happen?”

“Nothing that bad, but could you?”

“Send me your position, I’m coming.”

“Thanks” You sniff.

You are not used to crying, or better, you are not used anymore. Years of university thickened your skin enough to be able to deal with most wounds.

Most, not all.

You studied hard for this exam, it was one of the few ones you had to do to finally get your degree, one step closer to reaching your dream. But you failed it, and now you’ll have to wait months before being able to take it again. You didn’t meet with anybody, barely talked with Elisa, and you share a bedroom with her, skipped meals to be sure not to lose time, and repeated the paragraphs till your voice gave out.

All of this for a fist of nothing.

You cried and gasped the moment you were far enough from the classroom. Weakness isn’t accepted and pity is a sign you won’t survive long in this world; this is what you’ve been taught. You forgot how shit you could feel while crying, how lonely you are. You wanted to call your parents, they have always been good at reassuring you, but then Sae's name was the first contact to appear and you clicked without thinking twice.

Maybe harsh love is what you need.

You regret your choice the second you hear the first thrill. He must be training, maybe he is in the sweet company of someone, you can already hear his ice-cold voice snapping at you for bothering him. But you don’t have the time to close the call, Sae picked it up and was coming to help.

You recognize the car, it was the same one that picked him up when he went back home from his house, but this time he is the one driving.

“Come in.”

You sit on the soft leather. While you waited for him you tried to dry up your tears to improve your current condition, but to no avail; eyes still red and puffy and some tears still escaping.

“Are you bri-bringing me home?” You brokenly say between gasps.

“No. What happened?” Sae’s eyes stay fixed on the road, raindrops fall on the windshield, ironic how the weather matches your mood.

He snaps his fingers in front of you, bringing you back to earth so you start to tell him what happened.

“I know I must sound so-so dumb but-“ Gasps keep interrupting you “I feel like a failure. Maybe I am.” You look at him, your vision is foggy due to the new tears, but this time he looks back at you. You didn’t even notice he stopped the car, now off the road.

But what it comes to surprise you. No harsh words, no sarcasm.

Sae hugs you, hands patting your back.

“Everyone fails, even cyborg guys like me. Everything can be fixed and a little misstep on the road doesn’t define you as a person.” He pulls away, face relaxed, and goes back to driving.

“One hamburger and a chips portion.”

Were you parked in a fast-food lot? You were so out of your mind and outside is so dark that you didn’t notice. You have been silent, still recovering from the hug and those words that sounded so encouraging and not like Sae at all.

“Why the chips? You don’t like them.” It’s the first thing you are able to blabber, at least you didn’t stutter anymore.

“This isn’t for me. It’s for you.” The redhair says putting the paper bag on your legs “Junk food can be nice once in a while. And stop crying-“ the back of his curled index finger swipes away a lone tear running down your face “I hate looking at ugly stuff and tears reduce you to a really ugly mess.”

Ah, the old Sae is back. You can finally recognize him, with all his rude comments. But something inside you blossoms while he drives you back home and you bite into your hamburger.

Does it mean he finds you beautiful every other time? You feel blood running to your face for a minute you hear a whistle in your ears, but you impose yourself not to bash your head around it. Now you have to find a nice way to explain the situation to Elisa without making her worried sick and hide who brang you home to avoid her dumb smile and endless teasing that would come your way. You look outside the car window, mind already wandering somewhere else.

In the end, Elisa discovered everything, for sure Sae insisting on bringing you inside crumbled to pieces your plan, and your mood was too devasted to be able to efficiently hide your feelings. At least your attention wasn’t on the football star anymore.

Your mind already planned to think about them for the next weeks anyway.

Today. Night

“I suppose the date didn’t go as planned.” Sae doesn’t move, no intention of shielding your body under the umbrella.

“No, but it was my fault.” ‘Because I’m in love with you’ you add in your brain. “You want to know what happened?”

“Not really.”

“Bad for you because I’ll tell you anyway.” You joke between gasps. Sae doesn’t move away but he keeps looking down on you. “He was so nice, he took me to the restaurant and even wanted to pay. The small talk was incredible and we have a lot in common-“ You look down, not able to keep his gaze “But my heart is for someone who considers me barely a friend-“ Your hands now cover your face “And then when I arrived here to cry in peace a couple walked in front of me being all cute and I crumbled.”

“It could have been us.”

“Umh?” You can finally gaze back into his eyes, liquid fury while looking down at you.

“Who is the guy you have a crush for? The loser-“

“It’s you. You are the loser.” Your brain still struggles to phantom what is happening. You were freezing cold a few minutes ago, you couldn’t feel the apex of your fingers, but now you don’t feel anything.

But something inside Sae’s mind clicked before yours, the umbrella waving left and right, the grip on it clearly loosened.

“You are an imbecile.” His words are sharp knives on your body, but you can’t grasp in pain because something is pressing on your lips.

Sae is kissing you, his cold hands gripping you by the collar of your dress to keep you close, raindrops fall down from his cheeks to yours, the umbrella is left abandoned in a bush, the wind tearing it apart.

“For how long?” He pulls you up from the bench, his right hand gripping yours while the left one is on your back.

“The exam fail.” You whisper almost in a trance “And you?”

“Let’s go home-“ He starts to run out from the park, calling for a cab to bring you both to, you suppose, your house. You notice him looking around, probably searching for a place to shield your bodies from the rain; not that you have much to protect anymore both wet from head to toe.

“It has been longer...Sae! That’s why you have always teased me.” You finally laugh shivers of cold and joy running down your back. “Sae!” You shout stopping in your tracks. Sae turns back but doesn’t have time to snap at you, this time it’s you kissing him. Your hands go to caress his cheeks, one hand sliding a bit back to scratch the back of his neck. You probably nailed the right point, because you hear him moan into your mouth. His hands slide lower caressing your waist to your hips, but never brave enough to go to your backside.

Or better, when you feel him sliding closer…

“Mister Itoshi, come in the car!” his driver came to pick you up, using the horn two times to announce his presence.

Sae looks at him, gnashing his teeth before looking back at you, his expression getting softer again. “Let’s go” he kisses you in between your eyebrows before pulling you towards his car.

“Okay, but you’ll have to tell me when you fell in love with me.” You feel the hold on your hands tightening, no need to look at his face to understand what’s going on in his head.

Maybe he’ll kiss you dumb to make you forget about that. Maybe he’ll be brave enough to propose showering together…your mind starts to daydream, maybe he won’t have the courage and you’ll have to take the reins, but one thing is sure.

You’ll both be happy.

#bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk imagines #blue lock imagines #itoshi sae #sae x reader #sae itoshi x reader #bllk x you #blue lock x you

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10.01 | Frankensteins Monster

Pairing: Choi Jongho x Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Monster Fucking, Stomach Bulge, Electrostimulation, Size Difference, Man Handling, Unprotected Sex (Wrap It Up), Nipple Play, Clothes Ripping, Oral (F Receiving), Soft Boy Monster Jongho, Spanking, If I Missed Anything Let Me Know 👀..

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NSFW UNDER CUT ~ MDNI🔞!!!

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want too, Jongho.” You whisper out as quietly as possible.

“Yes he does! I need to know if it is properly working. And what better way to find out then you my sweet.” Dr. Frankenstein says through a pout while squishing your cheeks.

You bat his hands away from your face, rubbing Jonghos shoulder, trying to give him as much comfort as possible. It was his first time having sex as well…a monster. Dr. Stein felt it was best to run a test on his own creation to see if it was possible. The test? Seeing if the penis he had attached to Jongho could function normally. Hell, it better had worked well, it’s not like Dr. Stein sent you to a cemetery to dig up endless male bodies to decipher which penis would work best.

Jongho was 7 feet tall, 250 pounds of lean muscle, with the most off white blue skin you had seen. Both eyes were two different shades of brown, border lining black, big metal bolts stuck out each side of his neck, he had stitches covering various parts of his body, as none of those pieces belonged to his original body. Visually a terrifying monster to most people, but to you he was the softest thing that rolled off a metal table. Despite not knowing his own strength you had grown to like Jongho. Wanting his monster to “adapt” to what it’s like to be a real human, he decided why not start with a penis. Why? Dr. Stein didn’t even brief you with an answer on it.

“I just want you to fill out this clipboard when you are finished y/n. Tell me how it goes.” Dr. Stein shoved a clipboard with various pages attached to it, some pages had his own scribbled notes on them.

“Wait! You want us to do it..here?” You whispered loudly to Dr. Stein, while Jongho couldn’t speak, a couple grunts here, a couple grunts there. He wasn’t very verbal. Dr. Stein was still in the process of trying to tweak his vocal chords. While he couldn’t speak he was very smart, whatever he lacked in vocals, he made up for it with knowledge, he was highly intelligent.

“This isn’t romantic sex Y/n. This is for science! I will give you both some privacy.” Dr. Stein wiggled his eyebrows at Jongho giving him a firm grasp on his shoulder. Leaving you down in his work area, with a clipboard in your sweaty palms. Your eyes are shooting everywhere, refusing to look at Jongho.

Letting out a small grunt, your eyes lift over to Jongho. Who is slightly smiling while looking at you, his hands flat against the metal slab, dwarfing the piece of metal. You walk closer to him, your hand gripping the clipboard for dear life. You stand between his giant legs. Fiddling with the pen located at the top of the clipboard. Jongho never intimidated you because while he was a monster, who truly didn’t know his own strength. He was always gentle with you, he made you feel like he couldn’t even harm a fly.

“We really don’t have to do this, Jongho. You get a choice too..” you whisper out quietly. Still avoiding eye contact. He slowly raises his hand, grabbing the clipboard out of your hands. Placing it down next to him. Standing up, his body easily towers over yours. Jongho could make anyone feel small. Letting out a small grunt, he places a cold finger under your chin, tilting your head up so you could look at him. Your body is littered with goosebumps. For a man of few words he definitely knew what he was doing, that part of his brain definitely was intact. Your hands are tight in fists, nerves wracking your whole body. You don’t know if you were excited or full of nervousness. You’d be lying though if you said that the height difference between you both didn’t make your lower stomach tight.

Flashing you his signature gummy smile he grabs one of your hands that is tightly wrapped in a fist, causing your body to immediately relax at his cold touch. He steps closer to you, cocking your head back as far as it could do, the look in his different colored eyes is telling another story. You feel his hard cock crush against your belly. While you dug up the bodies you didn’t help Dr. Stein pick out the body part. Too exhausted from the hard labor you had done but boy oh boy did Dr. Stein pick out a thick one. Why would you expect anything less though? Dr. Stein only strived for the best.

You let out a small gasp at feeling his hardened length against your stomach. His giant hand that dwarfed yours, moves your fist down to his cock, making you feel how hard he actually was. You relaxed your hand, letting your fingers dance along his length, by the first brush of your fingers he jerks his body back slightly. The feeling of your hand on him was enough to make him prematurely cum. Letting out a small breathy grunt, he grabs your hand signaling you to stop touching him. Placing one hand on your waist he turns you around, pushing you down so you’re sitting on the metal slab. Now that you are seated you finally take in the true size difference between the both of you. He was going to break you in half.

You lay back on your arms, parting your legs so Jongho can fit further between them. Taking the invite he stands between your legs, cold fingers running over the swell of your breasts. You shiver slightly at his cold hands. His other hand coming up under your shirt, cold fingertips brushing against your warm skin. Letting out a small groan at the warmth radiating from you. His lips part as his hands travel further and further up your shirt til they meet the bottom of your bra. What he thinks is a small tug on the bra results in him lifting you slightly off the metal slab, your head bumping into his stomach. Huffing and puffing at the contraption that’s holding your chest. Instead of helping him you are too dazed in the way he is manhandling your body.

Like you truly are nothing but a piece of paper to him. Gripping the neck line he rips your shirt right in half, causing you to let out a small chuckle, your hands coming up to run along the chiseled abs underneath his shirt that looks like it’s made out of rags. Your warm hands on his cool skin causes him to buck into you, a loud grunt slipping out his mouth, his hard cock pressed directly into your stomach. Grabbing both sides of your bra he rips it off of your body, your breast falling free. His hand immediately gripping one of your warm breasts causing you to let out a small yelp at the temperature difference. He was addicted to your heat like a moth to a flame.

“Please Jongho…” you whine. Your thighs are trying to rub together but his big body is in the way.

Running his hands through his dark brown locks on his head, his cold hand brushing against the bolt on the side of his neck. Bringing his hand down to brush over your other breast while he still has a grip on the other, his cool hand making your nipple pebble. As his other hand comes down to brush against your other nipple it sends a small shock to your nipple, causing you to let out a loud moan, your bud instantly perking up. Your body jerks slightly against him, making his hard cock dig further into your stomach. You feel it twitch, his cock surely worked.

“Again..” you whimper out pathetically. Jongho was far from dumb, he knew that brushing his hand against his bolt would send a current through him, as he was dead he couldn’t feel it. As to where a warm blooded, pumping heart body would feel the current. Bringing a finger up to his bolted neck he gives it a light tap before pinching your hardened nipple in between his giant fingers, another shock is sent to your nipple causing your back to arch off the cool metal slab once more.

“Jongho!” You yelp out, lifting his other hand off of you he touches the other bolt, bringing it down to your other nipple, sending it a small shock making it pebble up even harder. Your eyes rolling back at the spark. Your hand shoots out to grab his humongous thigh. Nails digging into the material of his pants. Your breathing becomes heavier, eyes growing hooded. With just a couple touches Jongho already has you wrapped around his thick fingers.

Letting out a sound that is very similar to a cocky laugh, he grunts, stepping back so he can pull off the pants you are wearing. You could help him take them off so he doesn’t rip them, but that would take the fun away. Wasting no time he grips the hem of your pants, ripping them clean off your body, his cold hands instantly finding your skin. Running his hands all over your lower body, finding home between the meat of your very warm thighs. Making both of your legs straighten against him, your feet weren’t even close to his head, they landed just under his pecs.

His cold finger runs along your clothed clit, oh he for sure was experienced. That part of his brain was clearly working. His cool finger pushing on the fabric causes it to sandwich between your wet lips, causing you to let out a small whimper. His eyes shooting up at you with the biggest shit eating grin you think you’ve ever seen. His hand brushes against the bolt, bringing his electric charged hand to your cunt. The shock causes your legs to buckle, yet due to his strong grip on your legs, they barely move an inch. Your wet panties cause the shock to be felt all over your wet cunt, the pulsing feeling making your head spin. His thumb brushes his bolt, placing the pad of it directly on your clothes clit, sending the small zap directly to your clit.

Your eyes instantly roll back, your mouth hangs open with no noise coming out. The feeling is unlike anything you’ve ever felt. Your skin is buzzing, your body hairs now standing, while your body is littered with goosebumps. Letting your legs go with his other hand, he slowly places them down so your small legs are hanging on each side of him, opening you up more to him, your body in a full spread eagle position. Gripping the crotch area of your panties he rips them off of your body. The cold air causes your goosebumps to stand even more.

Your wet pussy on full display for him, you looked like you walked off a magazine to him. His brain is short circuiting, you can tell from the sparks that are flying off of the bolts that are pierced on each side of his neck. His cock twitches as the fluorescent lights shine off of your slick that’s covering your cunt. Clearly in a daze, you run your foot under his rag like shirt, the warm sole of your foot on his cold chest, wakens him slightly. Spark from the bolts still flying rapidly but his eyes drift up to your face. A warm smile on your pretty face.

“Hey big boy…are you still with me?” You whisper, a warm smile that warms his cold dead body. Letting out a small grunt, he nods his head. Giant hand gripping his cock to relieve some of the pent up frustration he lets out a deep growl. A noise you’ve never heard him make, it sounds border lining primal. You can clearly see the wet patch from his cock, what exactly liquid that is? You aren’t too sure, yet you don’t seem to care. Licking your lips, you nudge Jongho with your foot.

“Come on Jjong…fuck me please.” You plead to him. The sparks now shoot farther from his body. That nickname always made him feel something. You were working him up on purpose. His hand fully grips the bolt on his neck, sticking out his tongue he touches it, sending an electric charge through it. Confused by his sudden movements, you sit up on your arms, watching him as he falls to his knees. Big shoulders cause your legs to spread even further. What was he..?

“Oh my fucking goddddd!” You instantly moan out, his electric charged tongue was pressed directly against your wet cunt. The shock goes instantly to your clit, but the waves of the current spread out to your whole cunt, making you clench around nothing. Your hands gripping the soft brown locks on his head. Touching his bolt again, he makes direct contact with your clit, the shock sending your head spiraling back, choking out a sob. Tears of pleasure fill your eyes, his other hand grips your breast, pinching your nipple. Between him constantly electric charging his tongue, and him flicking your hardened buds your body is feeling so many sensations at once. His cold tongue on your wet clit, with the shocks of electricity. The mini sparks flying off his neck, that are landing on your thighs.

He’s eating you out like he’s a starved man, he’s on a mission. Flat cold tongue against your warm heat, the temperature difference felt like it was tweaking your nerves. Your legs jerking with each flick of his big tongue, charging his tongue again, he places his whole mouth on your pussy, practically swallowing you whole. Sending a current charge to it all, your body jerking up, legs trying to close yet not being able to, while your toes instantly curl. The shocking feeling instantly sends you into a screaming orgasm. Your hands gripping his hair for dear life while tears pour down your face. Drinking down your essence, he lifts his soaking face off of your red, puffy cunt. Charging his finger one last time, he presses against your clit, giving it once more small shock causing your whole body to spasm, your juices leak out of you once more.

Your chest is heaving up and down, eyes shut tightly, trying to regain all the focus back on your mind. It feels like you are the one now short circuiting. You hear rustling, cracking your eyes open, you see Jongho shimmying out of his pants, trying your best to regain consciousness, you lock eyes with his lower half, wanting to see what is underneath the material of his pants. Just as he gets them low enough a pale blue cock springs out, with stitching similar to his skin running along his lengthened member. His cock, hard as a rock, with various colors on it, dripping a clear fluid? Wanting to make sure it wasn’t embalming fluid you sit up, running your fingers over his member, cock bobbing as you were giving it attention. You rub your thumb over the tip, bringing it up to your nose to smell it. It had no scent…did he fill his balls with water..?

Jongho getting impatient with your light touches trying to figure out what was taking you so long. He moves his hips forward, cock brushing against your bottom lip, licking your bottom lip trying to figure out the clear fluid, smacking your lips to get a taste. Bastard, he did fill Jongho with water. Smoothing your hands over his tight balls, you pump his enormous cock two times, before looking up at Jongho with a small pout on your face.

“Did he fill you with water Jjong? He prepared you just for me.” Jongho throws his head back, letting you pump his hard cock, your small hand not even coming close to fully wrapping around him. Grabbing your hand he pulls you off the metal table, holding you in his arms. He lays down, placing you on top of him. Seating you right below where is cock stands up fully erect, fully ready for attention.

“I’ve never had a cock this big before Jongho..” you whisper out, hands still rubbing alongside of him. A grin takes place once again on his face. Clearly proud that he will be your biggest. Gripping your hand he guides you to get on top, your drooling cunt wavering over his thick cock. Easing the tip into your body, you instantly moan at the pressure of just the tip barely brushing your walls. He’s thick, thick, thick. Your head instantly is thrown back, you ease down on Jongho slowly, thanks to him eating you out earlier it loosened you up perfectly. As your ass comes in contact with his cold legs. He charges his hand, touching the bulge in your lower belly, causing you to let out such a pathetic whimper it makes his cock jump inside you. Your hands tightly gripping his muscular thighs. The ridges from the stitching brushes your wet walls causing you to fall forward, your hands bracing themselves on his muscular chest.

“Oh my fucking god Jongho..” you breathe out. Chest heaving with pleasure, your cunt has his thick cock in a vice grip. His swollen head brushing against your spongy spot with each breath you take. He was wall to wall in your cunt, filling you up deliciously. If you had been looking at him you would’ve been he was holding back all restrain to not bounce you on his cock like you were some sort of fuck toy. He didn’t have hardly any feeling in his body due to no nervous system, but the way his cock could feel all of you was having him walk on a tightrope.

Giving your hips a wiggle, trying to get as comfy as possible you bring your hips up before slowly making your way down. Trying to get a small rhythm going before you lost your mind on his thick cock that was just splitting you open. Mouth hung open with each raise of your hips, throaty moans leave your mouth, your nails raking down Jonghos shirt. Jongho charges one of his hands, bringing it down to rub on your clit, the charge sending you into another dimension. Your body stutters on top of him, falling forward so your chest is against his upper stomach. You could feel the bulge in your stomach, causing you to moan even louder. The spacious area left no sound to the imagination.

“J..Jongho pl-please..” you grunt out with barely any breath. That grin reappearing he places both of his feet on the metal slab, hiking your body up. His hips immediately slamming up into you. Causing your body to jerk like you were a doll. One hand on your hip the other wrapping itself around your throat, keeping your body held up. His thrusts going at an inhumane pace, your eyes instantly fill with tears, your choked out screams are filling the room. Your pussy juices are coating your inner thighs, along with your ass, causing a wet slapping noise to fill the room. Echoing the space, you wouldn’t be shocked if even the outsiders who roam close could hear you. Charging his hand he slaps your ass, your back arching further into the air, the prickly feeling on your skin causes you to grip his wrist that is keeping you upright.

“Fuck..Fuck Jongho.” You stutter out with each slam of his thick cock that’s bullying its way into your warm wet walls, has you losing sanity. Charging his hand again, he slaps your ass once more, causing your body to litter once again with goose bumps, your nails digging into his wrist. Charging that same hand again, he slaps your ass even harder once more, causing a loud crackling noise that’s sparking from his bolts to be heard in the room. The feeling has tears pouring down your face, your body feels like it’s riding cloud nine. He has permanently ruined you for any other man or monster that comes after him. Charging his hand once more, he lets out a loud grunt, his hips hiking you up more, the way he’s bouncing you in the air like you weigh nothing has you practically catching air time. Touching his own cock filling it with electric current when your cunt slams down on him it sends a shock through your whole inner core, up to your brain. Your body instantly gets thrown into an orgasm, your back arching letting out a curdling scream of pleasure.

The electric current flowing from him, with your scream causes the lights to flicker, along with one of them busting, and shattering all over the floor. Jongho is still hammering away into your pulsing cunt, he’s jackhammering you up and down like you are a weightless rag doll that only he can use to get off. His grip on your throat tightens, charging his other hand once more he cups your cunt as he pulls out, shooting his clear cum fluid all over his hand that is cupping your oozing cunt. A loud grunt leaves his throat, causing another light bulb to shatter. The jolts of electricity cause you to succumb to the pleasure, ripping another forceful orgasm. Legs shaking, what’s left of the lights flickering, glass shattering orgasm. Your body instantly falls slack against Jongho, releasing your throat so you flop down on him like a wet doll. The buzzing noise of the currents of electricity in the room are all that’s heard besides your heavy breathing. Jonghos cool, clammy hands come up to cup your face to make sure you are okay.

Giving him a dopey smile, you give his cool lips a quick peck. Before laying your head back down on his chest. His cool fingers run up and down your backside. Eyes starting to get heavy, just as you are about to pass out from exhaustion, you hear a knocking coming from the lair door upstairs.

“The way I heard you screaming, I would say there are no complaints.” Dr. Stein says through a loud chuckle from the other side of the door.

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lambertdiary · 1 year

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can I request daltons family dropping by his dorm one day and catching dalton and the reader who he’s dating by surprise and it’s the first they’re seeing of the reader they didn’t even know he had a girlfriend ?

A/N: heyy! i'm so so so sorry it took this long to finish this but hopefully you're still around to read it! i had SO much fun with this idea, i think it's my favorite thing i've written so i hope you like it too!! feel free to let me know :)

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: fluff, language, established relationship, ‘heavy’ makeout

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Unexpected

“I’m sorry you’re stuck with me on your birthday”

It was Dalton’s birthday today and Y/N wanted to do something really special for him, but due to a large amount of homework she needed to finish by midnight, they decided to postpone their celebratory plans to the weekend.

But that didn’t stop them from spending the rest of the day together. Dalton insisted they meet in his room after class so he could help her with her work, that way she could finish faster and they would be together, so it was a win-win.

They were both sitting on Dalton’s bed, surrounded by a few books and other school supplies “Stuck isn’t the word I would use” He said with a heavy book in his hands as he read through the pages.

“Well you are, we were supposed to do something fun today, but instead you’re here with me, helping me with this stupid assignment” Y/N put her laptop down and pushed herself out of the bed “Can I change into one of your shirts? This outfit is getting uncomfortable”

“Sure” Dalton fully turned his body to face the window, giving his girlfriend some privacy to change.

Y/N opened one of the drawers and took a black and white tie dye sweatshirt, quickly removing her top and replacing it with Dalton’s clothing “It’s getting late, I thought we would be done in time to at least go get some dinner” She was clearly frustrated with herself “You can look now”

Dalton returned to his old position and followed Y/N with his eyes as she got closer to him, he took a moment to admire how his sweatshirt looked on her “It’s only 5 PM, but maybe we can order something and just stay here, we can even make a picnic out of it, if that’s okay with you” He looked at her with loving eyes, gesturing her to get back on the bed.

“But I thought you wanted to go to the new italian restaurant you told me about the other day” Y/N whispered with her head down. She took Dalton’s hand but stayed standing next to him.

“I don’t need some fancy expensive dinner to have a good birthday, okay? Being with you is more than enough” He brought Y/N’s hand up to his lips, leaving soft kisses all over it.

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at this “Are you sure?”

“Of course, you do remember it was me who offered to help you, right?”

“But we haven’t done anything today, I just wanna make sure you’re completely, 100% okay with this”

“I thought I made it clear when we talked last night… and just now”

“Ok” She finally agreed “Let’s order something then”

Happy that she was on board with his plan, he looked for his phone on the mess that was his bed, spotting it after a few seconds but getting only a black screen “My phone’s dead” He groaned, reaching for a charger. He plugged his phone and then proceeded to leave it on the desk and returned his full attention to his girlfriend

She looked terrified as she inspected her remaining work “Ugh” Y/N dramatically fell in the middle of the room, her back flat on the floor “I’m dropping out”

“Come on love, we’re almost done, you can’t give up now” He was now sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at Y/N. He felt for her, he knew how stressed out and overwhelmed she got in moments like these, especially being under pressure and deep down still having that idea that she ruined Dalton’s birthday.

“I can’t think anymore, my brain is about to shut down” She covered her face with her hands, feeling the need to take a break from staring at her screen.

“Do you wanna stop for a moment? Do you need a break?”

“I do” Dalton held her hand and helped her get back up. Not dropping her hand, he guided her back on the bed.

“Okay, let’s pause for a moment” She was on the verge of tears but tried her hardest to hold them back, not wanting to make this situation worse.

Sitting on his lap, she estranged her legs around his waist. Getting comfortable as she felt Dalton’s hand caressing her back with a warm comforting smile on his face “I love you” She whispered softly.

Dalton’s smile grew bigger “I love you so much more, you have no idea” She was about to speak again but Dalton stopped her “Uh-uh, I win” Y/N could sense tears threatening to come out again, this time for a different reason, but suppressed her thoughts as she noticed Dalton’s eyes flickering between her eyes and her lips. She saw him get closer and let out a sigh when he pressed a gentle kiss on her temple. Then, he gave one last look at her soft lips before leaning in for a kiss, but suddenly stopped when their lips were barely touching “Is this okay?” He asked.

“Yes” Y/N breathed, cutting the distance between them.

As they’re kissing, everything on her head goes oddly quiet, and she’s only thinking about Dalton. The kiss is long and full of love, feeling each other smile from time to time. Eventually, Y/N breaks the kiss, needing to catch her breath “Oh shit, sorry” Y/N looked at the lipstick mark on Dalton’s face as she tried to wipe it off with her thumb, but failed and only smudged it “I forgot I still had my makeup on”

“It’s okay, maybe this was all I needed to become the Lipstick Demon”

Dalton saw Y/N’s eyes widen “Don’t be stupid” They both laughed, Y/N gently pushing him. He reached out to push the hair out of her face, leaning in for another kiss “You know I still have to finish my homework” She said against his lips, feeling Dalton get a little worked up.

Dalton hummed in response, not breaking the kiss.

Meanwhile, Dalton’s parents were entering the building. They wanted to surprise him for his birthday. They had a gift and a dinner reservation for the three of them. It’s been a while since they saw him, but his birthday seemed like the perfect excuse to pay him a visit.

Josh checked his phone for the millionth time. They had been trying to get a hold of their son for nearly two hours “Really, what’s the point of having a phone if you’re not gonna pick up a call or answer some texts? It’s not hard”

“I’m sure he’s just busy” Renai tried defending him “Maybe we should have told him we were coming. What if he already made plans and that’s why he’s not picking up?”

“I don’t think he did, he’s just ignoring us like he always does” Taking the elevator, they reached the right floor and Renai followed Josh as he guided the way to Dalton’s dorm “I think this is it” He said knocking on the door.

Dalton and Y/N broke their kiss, looking at the door trying to decipher who could be out there “Is that Chris?” Dalton was annoyed that their makeout session was interrupted, but that feeling was soon replaced with worry when he recognized the voice on the other side of the door. Shit.

“I think there’s someone in there with him” Renai said, taking a step back worried they interrupted something important.

“Maybe it's his roommate” Josh knocked once again.

“He doesn’t have a roommate yet” Renai was now whispering.

“It’s my parents” Dalton took Y/N’s hips and gently pushed her out of his lap.

Landing on the bed, Y/N could feel her hands starting to sweat, she has never met Dalton’s parents before, she didn’t think they even had any idea she existed and the fact that they were out there and practically caught them in the middle of… that, made her nervous, to say the least.

Dalton walked towards the entrance, adjusting his pants and fixing his hair on his way there “Don’t worry, they’re nice” He whispered to Y/N before opening the door.

“Hey sweetie” Renai greeted him with a smile, wanting to scan the room behind him without being too obvious but his stained face gave her the answers she was looking for.

“Hey guys, what are you doing here?” Dalton said in a surprised tone, stepping aside to let his parents in.

“We tried to call you but you never answer your phone” Josh said showing his son his call history, and indeed there were at least 7 unanswered calls from Dalton “There’s a reason you have one of these things, you know?”

“Josh-” Renai interrupted him, slightly hitting his arm “Happy birthday darling” She pulled her son in for a hug.

Josh joining them shortly after "Happy birthday, buddy" He muttered.

“Thank you” Dalton said awkwardly “Uh- this is Y/N… my girlfriend”

Y/N’s face was burning as she stepped closer Dalton’s parents “Hi, nice to meet you”

“Hi, I’m Renai” She sweetly said, shaking her hand.

“I’m Josh” He waited for his turn to shake Y/N’s hand.

“I’ve heard a lot about you!” She was trying really hard to overcome her negative feeling, there was no way she would screw up the first impression “Woah, Dalton does an amazing job at drawing you guys” She said looking back at Dalton’s art wall.

“Oh, that’s so nice of you. I hope we didn’t interrupt anything” Renai looked at both of them, the worry and guilt present in her voice.

“No! Don’t worry” Dalton rushed to reply before his mom could say something else “We were just finishing some homework” He pointed at the bed full of books.

“Yeah, I bet you were” Y/N had hoped they didn’t know what was happening before they came in, but now they were both blushing. She looked at him looking for comfort but eyes widened when she noticed her lipstick still on Dalton’s face. Judging by his expression,Y/N guessed he remembered too.

“Josh- well Dalton, do you have any plans for tonight? Your dad and I wanted to surprise you for your birthday and we haven’t seen you in months so we planned a few things. You should join us!” Renai exclaimed looking at Y/N.

Dalton and Y/N replied at the same time “We are still working”

“I have a lot of homework to finish but thank you so much for the invitation” She declined politely.

“What is it? Maybe Josh can help you”

“Oh please, don’t worry” Y/N turned to face Dalton “You should go, I can finish on my own” She gave her boyfriend a reassuring look.

“I promised I’d help you finish-”

“Dalton, your parents drove all the way here” She insisted.

“Well, dinner reservations are at 7, you and Dalton can finish while we wait and I will call the restaurant and ask them to add one more person” Josh looked at the couple, waiting for approval on his plan.

“Do you think we can make it on time? Please come with me” Dalton whispered getting closer to Y/N, almost as if he only wanted her to listen to his words.

Y/N smiled softly at his sweet tone “Okay, but we should start right now” She agreed.

“Great!” Josh replied, smiling at Y/N as he stepped out of the room getting ready to call the restaurant.

“Y/N, I’m so happy you’re joining us tonight! This is the first time I have the pleasure to meet one of Dalton’s girls”

“Mom” He interrupted in a warning tone. Y/N’s smile was growing, the nervousness was leaving her body and she definitely understood why Dalton talked about his mom so much.

“What? You never brought a girl home”

“Okay, we are gonna finish our homework now” He said, taking Y/N’s hand and getting back on the bed.

“Oh don’t worry” Renai claimed a spot on the bed across from them “We’ll talk over dinner”

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harvesti · 2 months

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extended intro post:

daily workout (running/pilates/yoga): home workouts, because gyms make me nervous and a bit annoyed (too many people making too much noise!). I usually spend around 45 minutes-1 hour doing each of these, and I rarely do more than one per day, except when I mix my yoga routine to my pilates routine. I don't like to take full rest days so usually my rest days are just yoga days, and I leave my full rest days for occasions when I can't workout because of another commitment.

no refined/added sugar: made the decision to cut back on sugar by the end of 2023 because I started reading a lot about nutrition and realized that sugar is just not meant to be consumed the way we do, in this extremely processed, refined, concentrated form. it's addictive, harmful for our health, and it spoils our palate for other foods. not to mention that it is the biggest villain when it comes to weight gain. I meant to just cut back a bit when I made the decision but since around April 2024 I just cut it off completely.

no highly processed food: another huge villain when it comes to health and weight, full of toxic additives that we don't even understand, addictive, and a big enabler of laziness. I only eat food that I can recognize as food and understand what's in it, so almost nothing that comes in an aluminium foil packet makes it to my shopping cart.

no red meat: I was actually vegan for 2 and a half years but eventually went back to eating dairy and eggs, and I'll eat the occasional chicken and fish, although so rarely that I think I could consider myself a vegetarian. but even when I went back on my dietary choices, I couldn't stomach red meat anymore. most people don't even know how to cook it properly anyway, I hate handling it on my own, and it just makes me feel heavy, both physically as well as spiritually.

no soda: this came naturally as I decided to stop eating highly processed foods, but I used to be the Diet Coke Girl™ all my life, and I thought it was cool since it had no sugar. imagine my surprise when I found out that artificial sweeteners such as the one in diet Coke actually make you crave sugar and leads to binges. not to mention, soda makes me totally bloated.

no overeating: that's a no-brainer, but it was the hardest part of my journey! I love eating, y'all, and my brain was always like, I rather feast and indulge than feel like I'm going to miss out. it took me a long time to find a balance and being able to just enjoy a meal without feeling like I need to ravage a huge plate to feel like I truly enjoyed it. cooking 100% of my own food helped a lot with that.

no alcohol: quit on May 2024, after I realized I was using alcohol as a way to distract myself and ease anxiety when it occured. I was also feeling my limit getting weaker, so I had to drink a lot more to get tipsy, but when I got tipsy, I got sick almost immediately. it stopped being fun, and it felt more like a hassle than something that could give me pleasure. now that I'm completely sober, I realize drinking alcohol is kind of... terrible. it was a great decision, even if I did it sort of by accident really.

low caffeine (coffee only in the morning, green tea all day): I used to drink 4-5 cups of very strong black coffee throughout the day and, of course, I had major anxiety to the point of trembling, getting migraines and becoming paranoid. I started lowering my intake first to deal with this aspect, but later I found out that caffeine also leads to cravings and binging exactly because it accelerates the body and the mind so much! now I only have it after I wake up and sometimes in the afternoon, if I'm really sleepy when I can't really be sleepy. I still have a lot of tea because I love a hot beverage, and green tea actually calms me down a lot, even if it does have caffeine as well. I take mine with ginger and a splash of lemon juice.

lots of greens, lots of whole foods, lots of water, lots of fruits, lots of sun: another no-brainer! my favorites are broccoli, kale, leeks, chickpeas, zucchini, cherry tomatoes (which I grow myself), mushrooms, grapes, plums, pineapple, bananas, coconut and melon.

i.f. 16:8: I feel like it's absolutely necessary to give my body time to deal with itself without the "burden" of digestion. everything that happens in the body is a trade-off, so if my body is constantly dealing with food, it can't pay attention to other important processes. not to mention that, intermittent fasting takes my mind off food for a while, helps me plan ahead my meals better, makes me focus on nutritive choices instead of ones that are just yummy... and I enjoy eating when I'm actually hungry!

takeouts/eating out out on special occasions; same with dessert: it may seem like a restriction, but it's something I decided to kind of recover a sense of hacing these things be special again. once I started to make my own money and become independent, I started to indulge a lot on these things because when I was a kid they were so rare and exciting, so I was always eating out at my fav restaurants and always having something sweet around, until it just became a bad habit. now, keeping these things safe for special days makes them special too instead of just feeling like a boring indulgence. (I still try to get desserts that are sugar-free or very small on sugar though.) my fav food to eat out is sushi!

daily reading, at least 3 hours: as a real Classic Millennial, I used to be a huge reader when I was a kid, but as social media became a thing in my life, I lost the habit completely. the pandemic made me realize I needed to go back to books and delete Twitter, basically, which was my biggest distraction, and I've immediately reconnected with my old self and started to read like 50 books every year since. my fav genres are romance and non-fiction about nutrition and botany!

no complaining, no gossiping: it's a big part of my mental health to be grateful and to focus on myself. it may seem small, but it completely changed my perspective on day-to-day life once I set the rules to not complain and not gossip. actually, I don't engage with anything that doesn't concern me directly, doesn't benefit me directly, and is out of my control. life is chill like that.

no dwelling on the past: burned my childhood diaries, cut ties with past relationships that were just hanging around me because of the size of our history, let go of constantly reminiscing and trying to run scenarios and dialogues in my head. I only deal with the day and the week I have ahead, and that's what exists in my reality. no past, no distant future. two feet on the ground.

skin and hair care every evening: I've been genetically blessed with poreless skin and thick hair, but I still have to care for my skin because it tends to dry heavily, and caring for long, thick hair is a must, otherwise it tangles within hours. my skin care is a mix of high hydration, careful nutrition, and The Body Shop's aloe vera night cream for my face, and my hair care is washing it every 3 days (2 days in the summer), keeping it in a hydrating mask, blow drying it, coconut-oiling it, and keeping it in braids whenever I can, especially when sleeping.

silence = gold: I focus immensely on being observant, being a listener, being non-reactive. I think spending long periods of time not speaking, not watching anything, no music, just listening to nature (especially in the mornings) is of utmost importance to a healthy mental and spiritual state. "speech is silver, silence is gold" is one of my life's mottos!

(thanks for reading all of this!)

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bimbodoggie · 2 years

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-❥- CAT & MOUSE ★ captain john price x black femme reader

sypnosis: this is the 3rd anniversary of you and price, but considering he’s on his way home you do something special.

cw: reader is plus sized, mentioning of pregnancy, overstimulation, price is kinda mean, backshots, breeding kink, mentioning of 141, and anything else that was looked over

a/n: minors, and blank accounts do NOT interact

★★★★★

you were overjoyed when you heard price was coming home from work, it was a nice feeling to know that your boyfriend was finally coming home

the sleepless nights were uncountable, but since you two were going to celebrate your anniversary he took a week off of work to spend it with the love of his life, you.

from the top of the house down to the bottom was decorated in rose petals, candles, and dimly lit lights, you were lucky enough to grab the Victoria Secret newest collection before it sold out

instead of texting john you decided to wait for him to come home, you hid in the house as you heard the door open then closed which was followed by a thud which was john’s duffle bag hitting the floor

you watched him through the cameras you guys put in the house even though john promised to protect you at all times and costs, he face was of concern when he realized that you weren’t downstairs to greet him which he thought was odd

“baby? i made it home early just for you come out and give your man a big kiss”

you swore you felt the house shake because of how husky and deep his voice is, of course you weren’t going to come out right then and there, it was fun to give him that rush

thuds from his heavy steel toe made contact with each stair, the noise filled your ears as you rubbed your thighs together hoping to soothe whatever friction you felt between your legs

his footsteps grew louder, you enjoyed playing the cat mouse game with john, unfortunately it didn’t last long, maybe because he was so experienced because of his time in the military, or he just knew your bimbo brain didnt pick out the best spots but he always knew.

“game over” he opened the shared bathroom which was connected to the bedroom you two shared, he greeted you with a kiss which made your heart flutter

“surprise” your smile was bright, you spun around showing him your everlasting collection of lingerie that was basically funded by john

he gave you flowers, a gift, and a heart shaped box of chocolates, the last thing we wanted was to keep you waiting

john was the first to lean into the kiss, and oh how nice it felt, the way he swallowed your moans and gently placed you on the bed as his large hands explored every inch of your body

the first article of clothing to leave your body was your tank top, price saw how your brown hardened nipples rubbed against your newly brought bra and he just NEEDED it gone as if if was the enemy

“baby let me do everything and anything for you, i wanna pump myself full of my cum so i can get you knocked up, hm baby how does that sound?”

price was now on top of you on the bed, his big beefy arms caged you in to where you couldn’t move if you wanted to…the last was your soaked panties, it was humiliating how needy you were, price could just walk into a room and your cunt is the first to respond

he then took both legs, bent them, then he made his way inside, your brows furrowed at the sudden intrusion…..regardless if you and Price have been fucking like rabbits he still stretches you out every single time

“dont look away now, are you embarrassed baby? i know just be good. look at you taking this fucking cock so well, i’ll reward you just…shit-“

it felt like the heavens opened their gates and jesus himself ascended down from the clouds above, price had zero mercy, but you knew that tho..he killed hundreds possibly thousands with the same bare hands that are currently groping you

“j-john…baby this is too much i know i was waiting for you but please this is too much on my cunt baby if you can find merc-“

you were cut off but a light slap which came from john’s large calloused hand, a string of “im sorry” and “i didnt mean it” came from your mouth. He pulled out and flipped you over to where the globes of your ass was exposed

“my favorite girl, both of you, gonna make sure you’re nice and pregnant, since you wanna be a slut”

running from dick was impossible now he had you pinned to the bed, his hand came into contact with your hair which made you whimper and clench, you swore you heard price’s chuckle rumble through his body

“p-please baby, be gentle i love you s-so much ill do anything”

at this point you were ready to break, your arm was behind your back to seal the deal of you not leaving, the sounds of your poor, abused, and leaking cunt filled the room while price’s hips began to stutter, the pace was so ungodly that you felt that you were gonna break any second

“thats it baby, give it all to me you can do it”

those words of affirmation sent you into a spiral which made you make a mess all over price’s abdomen and his cock, shortly after he finished inside of you

“the night is still young, why dont we finish”

#cod mw2 smut #callofdutysmut #captain john price #john price smut #call of duty #codmw2smut #captain john price x black reader #capitan johnathan price smut

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fantasticstoryteller · 23 days

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Had a weird dream I wanted to share.

In my dream I was living in a colony on another planet. One of the dominant specie on this planet was a creature that looked kind of like a woolly mammoth, but smaller and without tusks. (Like, the adults of this species were just a bit bigger than humans.) They had long, rope like fur, they came in dark brown, darker brown, and black. They traveled in herds of 10-12, but there was never more than one young at a time. They were herbivores.

From the perspective of a human trying to live off the land, they appeared (at first) to be a useless animal. Their meat had no nutrients, when they died and their bodies decayed they decreased soil quality, and their skin and fur decomposed too fast after death (or, in the case of the fur, after being separated from the animal) that there was nothing that could be done with it.

They were peaceful, and they didn't eat the same kinds of food that humans can eat, so the two species just sort of passed by each other without much interaction. (Well, if we came across the deceased creatures, we did cremate them to keep soil quality up.)

That all changed when one of the camps (the colonies were all called "camps," because it was impossible to set up a permanent structure on this planet) came across an orphaned not-mammoth (sorry; I'm terrible at names). I'm not sure what happened to the rest of the herd, but the lone young (just a little older than newborn) was left alone and was dying, when the camp decided to adopt it.

That was when we humans learned that the not-mammoths had some kind of collective memory they could all draw on, because suddenly humans were friends! And were approached by the not-mammoths! And if the camp was having a particularly hard time finding food, the not-mammoths would take their adopted camp to food that humans could eat! (I was the only one who thought that was strange, but I wasn't about to say anything for fear of turning public opinion against the not-mammoths.)

So after co-mingling with each other we learned that the reason why there was never more than one young at a time in the not-mammoth herds was because if more than one was born at once as soon as they could walk they'd kill each other, and the survivor was usually the one born first. So when camps that had a young not-mammoth came across an orphaned not-mammoth (never did figure out what was wiping out the herds; whatever it was steered clear of humans), that camp would send out a video letting other camps know there was a baby not-mammoth that needed a camp.

I was watching one such video and I noticed something odd about the baby not-mammoth that was on it. See, the baby not-mammoths were always born with a full coat of fur (necessary, with how cold the place was), and the fur was always mottled in color. The one in the broadcast didn't look right--the proportions were slightly off, and there were huge patches of fur missing that revealed shiny skin. (Whereas not-mammoth skin was never shiny; it looked just like any other animal skin.)

I was stretching as I tried to figure out the best way to draw attention to the fact that there was something off about this baby not-mammoth in a way that wouldn't draw negative attention to the other not-mammoths when I got hit with leg cramps that woke me up.

Not entirely certain where my brain was going with this, but it's interesting to think about.

#dream journal #strange creatures

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anyxis · 15 days

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I have a headcanon that two specific characters from Twst are trans and, before anyone come at me saying that it’s “bullshit”, just hear me out.

The first one is Cater. He is very self-conscious about being the picture perfect person with all the cutesy things and we know that it’s something that was forced into him by his older sisters. I’ve also seen a fanart somewhere (I wouldn’t be able to find it for the life of me sorry) where the artist had drawn the first years as children and Cater was wearing a dress. Now, I don’t know if I read that as a headcanon somewhere or if it’s canon or if my sick twisted brain made that up, but I seem to remember that Cater’s sisters would also dress him up in cutesy dresses and whatnot? So I thought, what if Cater’s real name was actually Catherine and he’s the one who decided to cut it short in order to have a boy’s name instead of a girl’s one. And the treatment from his sisters is what made him realise really early on that he hated being a girl and he went through some intense gender dysphoria, because how do you explain to your family that you hate the pink dresses they buy you when you’re 6, you know? At some point before NRC, he was allowed to cut his hair shorter (but not boy short), which made it a bit easier for him and he didn’t have to wear dresses and skirts all the time while growing up. Still, he didn’t know how to tell his family that he didn’t like his name and, because of that, he just cringed on the inside every time they called him by his full (dead) name. Unfortunately for him, NRC being an all boys school, he was ripped out of the closet when he received his acceptance letter. Poor him woke up one day with both his parents waiting for him at the kitchen table with a suspicious looking black envelope. They sat him down and started asking questions which made him have one of the worst panic attacks he had ever had in his short life. He cried, because he thought his life was over and he would lose everything (i.e. his family), and they cried, because the realised their own son had never felt comfortable enough to be honest with them (worst feeling of failure for a parent really). It changed after that and Cater’s parents even helped him get medical treatment to start his transition. However, Cater’s relationship with his sisters was still tense. They accepted him as a boy of course, but they were still really intense on the cute picture perfect girly stuff. Because of that, even though he was out and confident with himself, he was still constantly masking and acting like someone else. Only Trey and Riddle, his closest friends, had seen him have a serious breakdown, because the stress was just too much for him and he couldn’t take it anymore. After that, they had been very careful to how Cater was feeling, looking for the very small details that showed he wasn’t well. They can’t really force him to get help and it’s not their place to talk about it with others, but at least they can try to make it easier on him.

The second one is Epel. He was out practically as soon as he could run around town. Some elderly had called him a ‘cute girl’ and he said, in his very blunt Felmier nature, that he didn’t like being a cute girl. He wanted to be a strong boy. And so, everyone had started calling him a boy. His parents would check with him, every couple of years, if he was still feeling like a boy and every time he would say yes. When he started school, his naturally small and cute body and face made other kids constantly call him girly, which made him get into many fights. He would always defend himself tooth and nail, up until the point he was called the ‘poison apple’ of Harveston. So, when he started puberty and his body started to change into a more feminine one, the whole family sat down and had a serious talk about where this was going. Epel voiced that he didn’t like the changes happening to his body, that it made him feel wrong and fake. Listening to his needs and wishes, Epel’s parents managed to get him on blockers, to stop his puberty from affecting him body too much. After that, it took some years before he could actually start his transition. This wasn’t because his parents didn’t want him to, just that Harveston is such a remote town that it was hard to get the medical process started. Everything was going well, until he was accepted in NRC. The next challenge had been Vil. He had fought so hard to be recognised as a boy and not be looked down on and, here he was, being judged by this random guy who thought he was better than him. When he ended up in Pomefiore, it was his worst nightmare. Now, he had to wear makeup and cute girly frilly stuff. He had to practice singing and dancing. So, one day, he had enough. He blew up at Vil when it was only the two of them in the dancing room, practising for the umpteenth time. Epel started screaming at him that he wasn’t a girl, calling him an asshole for treating him as such, for looking down on him just because he was born a girl. He was so upset he wasn’t in control of himself anymore, his legs giving out, crying so hard he could barely breath, his heart beating so fast he felt like he would die. And Vil stood there, waiting for him to just get it out of his system. And once Epel had calmed down and Vil could talk, he sat down with him and asked him if that was really out he perceived him. Vil told him that he never looked down on him because of anything, he was just hard on him because he knew he could take it, he knew he could be better. His wish had never been to cause him gender dysphoria or to make him feel like less of himself. He apologised for upsetting him so much, but told him that things wouldn’t change. Vil was set on not stopping until Epel was perfect, until Epel could best him in a fight. When that would happen, he knew he would have succeeded in creating the perfect poisoned apple. After that, Epel no longer felt like Vil was erasing him. But, he still hated all the work and stress he out him trough. He did have a relapse when practising for the SDC, but, having Deuce by his side made it easier on him.

#twisted wonderland #twst #Trans Epel #Trans Cater #This boy has depression #Someone get him help

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slayonehundredninetytwo · 1 year

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Grumpy Puppy

request: Perhaps Seungmin is developing a headache in the morning, which gets worse after the vocal practices the group has, so when 3Racha mentions to him that he should improve in his singing, Seungmin gets stressed and ends up fighting with them and leaves the studio. He then decides to go alone to the apartment and there he realizes that his headache has turned into a migraine and ends up vomiting but no one knows about his condition because he is the only one in the apartment (Seungmin, Felix, Minho and Jeongin's apartment). Finally the other members arrive and find Seungmin asleep so one of them decides to wake him up to eat but Seungmin gets upset because they interrupt his rest and yells at him asking to be left alone. Things go downhill because he ends up sleeping alone in his room due to no one wanting to stay with him and when his fever is higher he ends up vomiting on himself and there is no one to help him, so he starts crying and Minho hears the sobs and runs to Seungmin's room to see what's wrong and comforts him.

Minho ends up telling the leader about the situation in the apartment and everyone gathers in the apartment to take care of the sick child.

Happy ending! c:

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From the moment Seungmin woke up that morning he knew something was off. He felt developing a headache and hoped it wouldn’t end up being too bad. But sadly, that was not the case.

The group had vocal practice today. Usually this would be Seungmin’s favorite part of the day. But today, all the loud voices, music, and high notes were only worsening his headache. To be quite frank, Seungmin’s singing today was… not good.

He was of key, and his voice was cracking constantly. His members sat listening to the vocalist in horror as his vocals continued to somehow get worse and worse.

When they finished singing through the song, it was the job of 3Racha to give some notes. As producers, they had to tell Seungmin the cold hard truth that his singing needed some work for this song.

“Seungmin, for this song, you’ll definitely need to work on certain things singing. It’s a pretty challenging song. Maybe do some extra voice lessons? You can do it, but right now it looks like it will take some hard work. “

When Chan told Seungmin this, to Seungmin’s fevered brain, it sounded more like,

“You suck. Your voice is awful. You’ll never get this song right.”,

and that really pissed him off. Even if what they REALLY said was no where close.

“Maybe you guys just are bad producers. I bet that’s why. And you guys can’t even sing well yourselves, who are you to talk about my singing like that?!?”

“Woah.. Minnie, let’s calm down a bit, it shouldn’t be that much ext-“

“NO! YOU calm down. You guys are being so mean and tell ME to calm down?!?!?!!!”

“Seungmin, we really didn’t mean to-“

“Well you did. You didn’t mean to say it?! You can’t accidentally talk like that. I’m going home.”

The rest of the group just stared at him in shock as Seungmin picked up his stuff and left.

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When he got home he threw himself into bed with a huff. He had calmed down a bit on the way home, but he definitely was still grumpy. The moment his body hit the cushions, his vision swirled. It seemed that his little headache had developed into a full blown migraine as black spots dance around his vision and nausea started to build in his throat. As much as he wants to stay there in his bed, he dragged himself to the bathroom and feel to his knees in front of the toilet. The moment he was there his stomach clenched and sent the little he had eaten splashing into the bowl. With each splash, he sorta wished he hadn’t yelled at his members before, and maybe someone would be sitting beside home running their fingers through his hair and wiping his mouth. Instead his hair was falling into his watering eyes and he had to wipe his own mouth. When he was finished he trudged back to his room and was out like a light.

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A few hours later , his roommates returned home from the rest of their practice, hungry for dinner. They decided to order takeout since no one wanted to cook.

“What about Seungmin?” Felix asked, not wanting his roommate to go hungry.

“Go see if he wants anything, but be careful, he’s definitely in a bit of a mood today. Don’t let him bite your head off” Lee Know said.

“Good luck.”

Felix cautiously enters the dark bedroom, hearing Seungmin’s softly snoring under the covers. He debated whether or not he should wake the sleeping puppy. On the one hand Seungmin needed to eat. On the other, He wasn’t much of a puppy tonight, and more like an angry beast. But Felix felt bad leaving Seungmin without dinner. So he gently shook him awake.

“Seungmin? Do you want some food? We’re gonna order takeou-“

“Are you kidding me?” Seungmin grunted from his bed.

“N-No I…” Felix knew he made a mistake as Seungmin glared at him with half open eyes

“You woke me up over food? You think I can’t get food myself? I’m not stupid. I would eat something if I was hungry. I just wanted to sleep and now you’ve woken me up.”

“Sor-“

“Just go away and let me rest.”

“O-Okay.”

He couldn’t have left the room faster. When their food arrived, there were only 3/4 of them at the table. When they finished eating, they settled on the couch to watch a movie. It felt kinda weird without Seungmin sitting with them, but they knew he just needed some space, clearly something was bothering him, but it would surely pass with time.

About halfway through the movie, Minho decided to call it a night as well, and headed off to his room ready to fall straight asleep. But as he approached, he heard something. Was someone crying? It had to be Seungmin since Felix and I.N. were still sitting on the couch. He almost left him alone. sometimes you’ve just gotta feel your feelings, a good cry is good for you. But this seemed different, like something was wrong. He opened the door to found his dongsaeng sitting up in his bed in the dark. He also was hit with a foul scent coming from where the boy was seated. He flicked the light on and realized the reason behind the boys crys. There was a pile of vomit on his lap and on his hands, explaining the horrid smell.

“Oh Minnie.” Lee Know said. At this, Seungmin cried even harder. He sobbing caused him to retch unproductively into his lap, as Minho’s hand trailed up and down his spine. Once Minho could finally get him to calm down, he took of the blanket and quickly cleaned it off as well as he could before throwing it into the washing machine and grabbing a spare blanket from the cabinet. He also grabbed a thermometer since the boy had all the clear signs of a fever. When he returned, he took Seungmin’s temperature, reading 38.8 degrees celsius.

“Minnie, why didn’t you tell us you weren’t feeling well?”

“I-I’m Sor-ry” He said through tears.

“It’s alright. I’m going to call Channie hyung.”

Seungmin nodded his head and laying down, he was out before Chan even answered the phone.

When Chan heard of Seungmin’s condition he immediately rushed to the other half of the groups apartment. When he arrived, Felix an I.N. were frankly very confused why Chan was suddenly at their dorm at almost midnight, but when they found out what was going on, they were quick to also spring into action. The rest of the night was a blur of cuddles, trips to the bathroom, fevers, and medication, but they all were determined to nurse the second youngest back to health.

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sorry this took so long, i’ve been crazy busy.

requests are open :>

🫶

#skz sickfic #stray kids sickfic #skz emeto #kpop sickfic #sick seungmin

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katierosedreams2 · 2 years

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Money for nothing 2

I woke up to a text from Becky the next morning. My brain felt foggy, like everything from yesterday was a dream. But her text confirmed that it was defiantly not. “Hey sissy girl! Let’s go shopping today! Me and the girls think it’s time you finally got some skirts, dresses and lingerie sets! And some makeup! You got to look sexy for all those boys now that you finally realize you're the girly sissy you are!!”

Well I’m defiantly still coming to terms with what happened, but a shopping trip with the girls does sound like fun. “I just woke up! How does 11 at the mall sound?” I replayed back.

I got up to use the bathroom. I sat to pee like I have since I moved in with Becky. She said I wasn’t allowed to stand to pee, it’s too messy. Now I struggle to pee standing up anywhere, it just doesn’t seem right. I scrolled through my Instagram feed and I realized everything on my feed is what Becky and the girls follow. I literally have been living like a girl! How did I miss this?!?

I was actually excited about picking out some new clothes! I opened my closet and could finally see that it was all just women’s clothes. I went through and carefully picked out each piece I was going to wear today.

Just then I got a reply from Becky “I’ll be over in a few minutes. I have a surprise for you! Don’t get dressed yet!” What kind of surprise could she have for me?

I made myself a cup of coffee and started the shower. It was warm and relaxing. I shaved my whole body. I enjoyed the feminine soaps that I have used for years now, also Becky’s suggestion. I applied my moisturizer to my face, and plucked my eyebrows to keep their shape pretty.

I brushed my long blond hair, I decided to wear it down today. I love how long it is! I heard a knock at the door and wrapped myself in my short black satin robe. It hardly went past my butt, and made my smooth legs look really long.

I opened the door to see Becky standing there looking beautiful! She was wearing short white booties and black low wasted flare pants. Her mid drift was showing her smooth, toned, lightly tanned stomach. She had this cute little white long sleeve crop top on, with this cropped leather jacket on top. In one hand she had her purse and in the other were two large plastic bags.

Her makeup looked super cute with very simple, natural look. Her long hair curled and full of volume. “Hey Samantha! You look so cute! I’m so excited for today!” She said with a bubbly excitement in her voice.

I smiled back, it was so nice to see my closest friend. As she walked in, I matched her excitement. “Aw thanks Becky! I’m so excited too! Do you need help with those bags?”

“No, that’s ok, let’s go to your room. It’s time for a makeover!” She exclaimed as she led me straight to my room. She was clearly very excited, as if she had been waiting to do this for years.

I followed her into my room and watched as she placed the bags on my neatly made bed. “Ok girl! I have a few things to get you started with this new life of yours, and I thought you should go shopping looking stunning! So let’s get you dressed and then I’ll do your makeup! How does that sound?” Her excitement was contagious and I couldn’t help but reciprocate with an infectious “Sounds great!”

Without waiting for my reply, she opened my closet and immediately started pulling out clothes. “Great! Since I already know your whole closet, I thought these few things were all you would need to complete this look! I want you to look like a complete sexy babe for some big daddy to use! To just turn heads everywhere we go. Ok princess, go put some panties on, mmm lacy back would be best!” She just continued to go through my closet.

I opened up the drawer of my “underwear”. How did I not see that it was all just panties all these years. I picked out a black lace thong and slid it on under my robe.

I turned around to see she had laid out my black leather jacket, and my cute black cropped zipper long sleeve. As well as one of my bags, I can now see so clearly the purse that it is. What was new were the crotchless tights, the short leather skirt, and the leather 6inch pumps.

“Oh wow, that’s a super cute outfit!” I replayed. I was very nervous about the shoes, however. “Don’t you think the shoes will be a little much?” I said, the uncertainty clear in my voice. “It will be a little extra, but that’s exactly what I wanted! It’s so cute! Brian loves them, he says they are really sexy! But don’t worry, I have like 3 pairs! I’m so glad you are the same size as me, so don’t worry about giving them back!” She was so excited and enthusiastic.

I had to agree with her, it did look like a super cute outfit. I started to get dressed. I already knew how to put tights on properly, since I dressed the manicians at work. I had to take my panties off though. That way I could go to the bathroom without taking my tights off.

I grabbed them and started walking to the bathroom. “Where are you going girl?” Becky asked, so confused. “I was just going to go change, so my panties can be on the outside.” I said, unsure why she was asking me that. “Don’t be silly sissy! It’s just us girls here! Besides, I’ve already seen you without your panties! But don’t worry, I promise I won’t laugh again!” She said, almost annoyed that I didn’t already understand that.

I slowly slid down my panties, exposing my tiny micro dick. My face got red with embarrassment. I tried to put the tights on quickly, but I had to go slow not to ruin them. “Wow! I really did forget just how small you are! It’s so cute! You really do have such a pretty feminine body, this little, um, clitty of yours doesn’t even take away from it! It’s the most girly little dick I’ve ever seen!”

She walked closer to me, I was just standing there with the tights on holding my panties. “It’s like, not even bigger than the tip of my thumb! And I have small hands!” She said, placing her thumb near me as a comparison. “And your balls are even smaller than that! They are hardly there! Did they ever even drop? I bet they tuck right up when you put your panties on, huh? That would explain why you never had a bump in your girly pants all these years!”

I was red with embarrassment. I just shook my head, yes. “And does your little thing get any bigger when you get excited? Or even get hard?” She continued, unable to look away, mesmerized by how small it was. “Hardly”. I could only whisper. “Oh my god, that’s hilarious! Yep, you were meant to be a girl! Your body knew it long before you did!”

She looked up and could see the embarrassment on my face. “What’s wrong hunny? I’m not making fun of you! It’s honestly a great feature. You shouldn’t be embarrassed! Now hurry up and get dressed! We’ve got work to do!” She truly seemed like she meant no insult by it.

What she didn’t know is that I wasn’t insulated by it. I was embarrassed by how happy it made me to hear these things. That it was small and girly. I felt complimented by it, and I was kind of embarrassed by that. This change is a lot. While I do like realizing that I was meant to be a girl, it is happening very fast for me.

Once I got my panties on, Becky changed her mind, “You know what, let’s do your nails and makeup first! That’s going to take the longest and we are running short on time!” She grabbed me by my hand and pulled me into my bathroom. “OK, put these nails on while I do your make up!”

She handed me some black glossy press on nails. I opened the package and tried my best to glue them on. It was a challenge since Becky needed me to look at her while she did my makeup. However, I managed to do a great job and finished just shortly before she finished with my makeup.

She wanted to keep it simple with a more natural look. I felt like I looked so pretty! I couldn’t believe just how much I looked exactly like a real girl. I felt like a girl, and that just felt right. We kept my pretty long hair just the way it was. I felt complete having my makeup and nails done, like this is what I had been missing over the past few years.

I had loved wearing women’s clothes this whole time! I felt more comfortable, more confident, more like myself. But now with this, it feels complete. I had always liked girls with makeup and nails done, always envious that they got to be so pretty. But I had mistaken that as an attraction to the girls, but I truly just wanted to be them.

“Thank you Becky, I feel so pretty!” I said, full of happiness. “Aw, of course princesses! We’ll get you your own makeup today and some more nails. That way you can always feel pretty!” She said, giving me a big hug.

I felt a rush of excitement flood over me as I used my long pretty nails to slide the leather skirt up over my wide feminine hips. It was so smooth and felt so nice. As I continued getting dressed, I basked in femininity and felt like I was becoming who I was meant to be. The heels felt great and only lifted me up a few more inches than my other booties do. I felt sexy with my girly legs looking long under my short leather skirt. The cropped long sleeve top and leather jacket really completed the look.

“You look beautiful sissy! A natural girl! I wouldn’t ever think anything else! Now grab that cute purse and let’s go shopping!” Becky exclaimed with some excitement! I looked in the mirror again and felt so sexy. I felt pretty. I felt like me!

As we walked outside my apartment to her car, it was a little cold so I closed up my jacket. I was thinking about how fun it was to have fake nails and how pretty my hands looked as I buckled my cropped leather jacket. Becky looked back at me and suddenly yelled “DONT MOVE!” I froze in place, exactly how I was. “The lighting is great and you look amazing! You're going to flip when you see how much of a natural girl you are!” She was taking pictures on her phone as she spoke.

“See, look! Perfect! You're such a babe! Even the way you carry your purse is girly! You're a natural born sissy girl! And the way your effortlessly walking in your heels, and that your little dick doesn’t even show! And I can see how much you'er clearly loving this! I don’t feel bad for tricking you one bit!” She said cheerfully!

I smiled at her compliments, but when she showed me the photos my jaw dropped! I couldn’t believe that was me! I looked so pretty! Like one of the fashion girls I follow! “Please send that to me Becky! I have to post that! Let the world see the new me!” I said, trying to contain my excitement!

Our drive to the huge shopping mall near by was great and I was so excited to see the girls! It’s only been a day, but it’s felt like a lifetime of change since I last saw them. I was really looking forward to showing them the real me.

The girls were so excited to see me. Becky had told them all about what happened to me and I was met with so much support, encouragement, and excitement. They told me how pretty I looked and how I looked just like a girl, I always did. They all said how glad they were that they tricked me into my true self. I was glad they did too!

Shopping with them was wonderful! It was so fun to be looking for skirts, dresses, heels, lingerie and so much makeup for myself! I already had such a great idea about women’s clothes and fashion. I felt so pretty and feminine in my sexy skirt and heels as we shopped.

I had a few guys flirting with me, and I couldn’t help but flirt back. The girls loved this and encouraged it even more. One guy even gave me his number! I couldn’t believe I had been missing out on this my whole life!

Each one of the girls bought me something as a gift. A skirt, dress, or a pair of heels. A coming out gift they said. And at the end of our long but fun day we parted ways, giving big hugs and setting up plans to get together soon! Of course, most of us were going to see each other back at work tomorrow. They all told me I’d better wear something pretty for tomorrow, to surprise Camille.

Becky and I left with her car full of bags and boxes from our shopping trip. So many pretty feminine things. It felt so right and relieving to know I had intently bought women’s clothes, my clothes, the right clothes.

Becky and I stopped for dinner at this small little cafe we liked. The waitresses there were so happy to see us. “Well, don’t you look extra pretty Samantha! This look suits you so much!” Their genuine compliments and expectance were so heart warming.

“I know right! Can you believe it, she didn’t realize she was a sissy girl till last night! And she embraced it fully! Doesn’t she look better this way!” Becky chimed in. They laughed and told us they thought I was a girl all along! They had no idea I was even a boy to start with.

Dinner was delicious and most of the male staff that casually flirted with us were showing extra attention to me. They all complimented me on my outfit. And one of them even asked me out on a date! I was so shocked and a little conflicted still. I just sat there frozen in my sexy short leather skirt, sexy heels, and sexy crop top, with my mouth slightly open in shock.

Becky answered before I had the chance! She said “She’d love too! She’s just too excited to even respond! How about Tuesday?” Her cheerful bubblyness disarmed me from telling her to stop. And just like that, before I knew it, I had a date on Tuesday with a man!

As he walked away, it was like my trance was over, “Becky, I can’t believe you did that!” I said, trying to sound upset, but it wasn’t very convincing. “What? He’s cute! And you two have been flirting with each other for years! So you can thank me by covering the bill!” She said with a bit smile. I couldn’t even pretend to be upset. Nervous, yes, but upset, no. I just opened my cute purse, pulled out my cute girly black patent leather wallet, and paid the bill.

As we left to go back to her car, I couldn’t help but sway my hips as sexually as I could. I really wanted to wiggle my girly ass in my leather skirt for all the men to see! I don’t know what came over me, I just had to do it.

Once we got back to my apartment, Becky helped carry all of my stuff up and put it away. We chatted about the day and how much fun we had. Just as she was about to leave, she produced a bag that I didn’t recognize. We didn’t get that today while shopping. “What’s this?” I asked, confused but excited.

“It’s a business gift from all us girls to you! It’ll help make some more money! All the girls use one and it brings in lots of extra cash. Plus, it might be useful in your personal time too! I had fun with you today, girl! I’ll see you soon, ok princess! By!” She said as she was walking out the door.

“I had fun too, see you!” I could hardly get out before she closed the door. I looked down at the bag with a suspicion of what might be in it. I pulled out a long box. And then another box with it. They were both plain cardboard. Opening the long one, I reached my small girly hands and wrapped my pretty manicured fingers around this huge, thick, thing. Pulling it out was a giant dildo! At least ten times longer than my own and I could hardly get my hand around it!!

I was in shock! My mouth just hung open! This is massive! There’s no way any guy is even this big! I had to text Becky, this had to be a joke! “This thing is huge! There is no way some guy is actually this big! Is this just a prank?” As I waited for a reply, I opened the other box. I saw this large bottle with a white liquid inside. It read cum lube. Oh my god, this thing squirts cum!!

“Lol! That’s hilarious sissy girl! Are you kidding? That thing is medium sized! A small dick is anything less than 8 inches, that thing is only 10. Medium length and thickness. Brian is at least 3 inches longer and an inch thicker than that! I guess you are so micro that it must be a shock to see a real man's cock! Lol! Have fun and use the lube! Can’t wait to hear the details later! Good luck girl!” Becky's reply surprised me. No wonder I was meant to be a sissy, if this is how big real men are!

Wow, this is a medium sized cock!? I still couldn’t believe it! My hand looked so small holding it. My shiny black finger tips are not even able to wrap themselves fully around it. It felt heavy in my girly hand. And then, without thinking, standing there in my sexy little outfit, I put the tip up to my lips.

I held it there for a fraction of a second, the big rubber head of the cock just barely touching my plump lips. And then I slid it in. It was an absolute immediate rush. I felt so horny and sexy. I could hardly get the tip in, it was so big. And then, as if a mystical force came and weakened my knees. My legs gave out and I fell on my knees with this huge cock in my mouth. I had no idea what was possessing me! I couldn’t stop sucking on this massive cock!

My little clitty tingling as I felt just like the slutty girl I resembled with this huge dick in my mouth! I snapped out of it and pulled the massive cock out of my mouth. I haven’t been this horny in my whole life! And much like last night during that stream, my micro dick was completely soft. It was even shrunk as much as it’s ever been, as if to show its submission in the presence of this superior cock.

I couldn’t believe what just happened! I wasn’t even horny before I did that! I’ve never been turned on that fast! I decided not to waste this. I didn’t want to think about what was happening. I wanted it to happen. I logged into my account and scheduled a stream. I rushed to touch up my make up. Adding extra glossy lip gloss to my dick sucking lips. I checked my hair and my outfit. I decided to take off my long sleeve top, and just have the leather jacket open, showing off my feminine torso. I felt like I looked exactly like a girl with small boobs.

I rushed over and filled the huge dildo with the cum lube. It even smelled like cum! It was so real looking I couldn’t even tell the difference. I made sure my camera had a good view and quickly removed my panties. This made my teeny tiny dicklet make a very small bump in my skirt. I almost put them back on to make myself look completely smooth. But I thought the men here wanted a sissy. I might as well hint to them that is what I am, even though it was hardly noticeable.

I was getting so excited. I was looking at myself on the screen and felt so pretty and sexy. I did notice my lighting wasn’t the best and I thought I should invest some money in better lighting. And maybe a better camera too. If I was going to do this, I wanted it to look good!

I then got a brilliant idea from a porno I remember watching. I rushed over to my closet and took the long mirror off the wall. It was kind of heavy, and I’m pretty weak, but I did manage to carry it in front of my computer. I knelt down and stuck the huge dildo to it. I checked to make sure I was still in the frame. God, I looked so sexy! I couldn’t believe how horny this all made me! I pushed it just off screen so it could be a surprise.

I had only a few seconds before the stream started. I checked my makeup again, and waited for it to be live. I noticed I had three followers already from my first stream. Wow, three guys liked me that much? As soon as it went live, there were five guys waiting to see me. I gave them all a cute girly wave as I stood there in my sexy outfit. Just modeling, it’s to see what they think.

The comments were incredulous, positive and, drogitoy. “Damn bitch! You got looking so much better! You want this dick don’t you!” “Way to step up your game slut!” “This little faggot is desperate for cock!” Were just some I could read. The chat was moving too fast. More and more men kept joining. Before I knew it, there were fifty men watching. As I danced and moved as seductively as I could, I realized I had just made one hundred dollars and it had only been 5 minutes!

I can’t believe it! That’s more than I make in a whole day of work! I typed back “hi boys! I hope I can give you all a good time!” This was really turning me on! I felt so sexy as I danced seductively, letting my cute girly hands caress my feminine body. The feel of the soft leather as I moved down over my “tits” and over my skirt, to the smooth feel of my hairless legs in the sheer crotchless tights.

I moved effortlessly in my heels as they clicked on the floor. I felt so pretty, so alive, so sexy, and so horny. As I read the degrading comments in the chat, I tried to do as I was commanded by the men who gave extra money. They wanted to see my micro penis and they all seemed delighted in humiliating me on how small and useless it was. I couldn’t believe it but this was turning my on so much and my limp baby dick started to leak precum reading their comments.

They all talked about how big their cocks were compared to mine and how I was born to be a sissy slut. No real man could be that small. That’s when I reached off screen and pulled the mirror in frame with the massive dildo on it. I compared myself to it for the first time. My whole package took up less room than just the head of this cock, with room to spare. I felt humiliated, emasculated, girly, slutty, and proud all at the same time. I am such a failure as a man, but already such a success as a woman.

The men loved this and I rubbed my little nub on this massive dick. I pulled my leather skirt back down over my clitty and slowly got down to my knees. I gently kissed the head of this perfect cock a few times. I then slid it into my mouth and took it as far as I could. I wanted it all the way in. But with its massive size filling up my whole mouth, I could hardly handle it. And as soon as I hit my throat I started to gag.

Oh my god I’m dressed like a slut and gagging on cock like one too! And this is the horniest I’ve ever been! I was dripping so much pre cum I could feel it going down my leg. I finally was able to get to past my gag reflex and down my throat. I could feel it stretching me in a way I had never felt before, but absolutely loved! I looked at myself in the mirror, seeing this sexy slut staring back. The kind of girl who just the other day I would have said I was attracted too, not realizing I was attracted to being her, not being with her.

I sucked as hard and as deep as I could. Gaging and spitting up so much saliva. I made sure to move around so the men could get different angles of me degrading myself for their pleaser. Making sure not to cover up any part of this display of submission to these alpha men and this physical representation of their cocks.

One shot with my ass showing to the camera. My ass up in the air as if begging to be fucked. My tiny balls hardly even noticeable next to my large plump girly ass. My little clit so small you couldn’t even see it past them. You could see the back of my head and my face in the mirror as I bobbed back and forth of this incredible dick!

As I moved to a side view, I got to see on the screen just how sexy of a profile I had. It was like so many models I follow on Instagram. I saw just how big my dick sucking lips were wrapped around a cock. This just turned me on as the rhythm of it sliding deep down my throat was turning me on more and more. This felt more incredible than touching my own clit. Which was still leaking so so much pre cum!

The final shot, I had the back of the mirror angled to the camera, but still off to the side enough that you could see all of me and every inch of the dildo. I looked and felt just like a porno slut! I loved it so much! I sucked and sucked. Before I knew it, I looked down and saw I had been doing this for 45 minutes!

Most guys had said so many degrading sexy things that I loved reading and then just as one guy paid me twenty dollars to hurry up and make him cum already, I leaned back, holding my mouth wide open and spreading my knees apart, sliding my skirt up to show my pathetic micro dick, trying to look as sexy as I could, I made the fake cock cum.

It squirted so much cum all over me! All over my face, chest, skirt, and clitty. I pretended to stroke the rest of the fake cum out of it as it finished off what it had. I put it back in my mouth and gently sucked on the head, just like I had seen the bimbos in pornos do.

I looked at the screen and saw so many comments about how the men were all cumming. I also saw myself covered in thick heavy cum, dressed like a sexy whore, and at that moment, with the huge fake dick in my mouth, I think I feel in love with being a girly slut.

I couldn't take it any more, I had to finally cum! I reached my small girly hand down and with my thumb and index finger I gently stroked my mini limp dick. It looked so small and pathetic with my black glossy nails also covered in cum, hardly moving back and forth an inch if even.

The image of me doing this and the feeling of the head of this cock in my mouth drove me over the edge and I dripped a few small drops of cum as I came the hardest I had ever came in my whole life! I was in complete ecstasy at that moment and I never wanted it to end. My life changed permanently forever. I loved this. I had made three hundred seventy two dollars, and confirmed I was meant to be a girly faggot sissy to all men in one night.

As I finally slowed down, I kept the cum all over me and thanked the boys for watching. I closed the stream but I kept the fake cum on me. I just wanted to bask in what happened to me as I laid down on my bed completely exhausted! I put my hands on my body, feeling the leather and the fake cum. I slowly rubbed my clit with my cute manicured index finger as I drifted off to sleep.

-Katierosedreams Og Cap

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x-atlas-x · 7 months

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🦄back atcha for puzzle boys :>

but also.......... anything for 🐅 for my boy Jou?👉🏻👈🏻

Ooh, okay!! This one is gonna be so much fun :D

🦄 - Characters’ Physical Appearance

Let’s start with Yugi:

I feel like Yugi would have piercings because why not? He loves dressing edgy to begin with, so having piercings means more jewelry to cover his body in.

Wears all black most of the time, but dresses in professional clothes (like his DSOD fits) when he has to run errands or he’s working. I think he’d wear platforms to add some height and tease Atem about being shorter than him now.

Chains and leather everywhere, a phase he doesn’t grow out of from high school. There are some days where he just goes out in pure bondage because it makes him happy. He’s embraced this unique side of him, and he’s okay with being the odd one out. Wears eyeliner, but he’s jealous of Atem’s natural ability to apply it onto himself.

Depending on if that pink part of his hair is natural or not, I like the thought of him dyeing it different colors (I mainly have this headcanon for modern AUs, but it can work for canon too). At one point, he does it full rainbow, but swears to never do it again because it’s too complicated to separate each color in his hair.

Atem time!

I love the thought of him having curly hair. Whether it’s 3C or 4C matters none to me, it’s just great in general. Let this man have curly hair 🙏

I believe Atem would also get some piercings here and there. Maybe not as many as Yugi, but definitely a good amount so he can decorate his body as he pleases. He loves to match his jewelry, and occasionally will have matching earrings or necklaces with Yugi.

I like him wearing clothes that are loose and flow nicely because it’s reminiscent of what he wore back in ancient Egypt. It’s also another feeling of freedom to him, not being constrained by tight fitting clothes like Yugi wears. Sometimes he’ll wear darker outfits when he’s in the mood, but most of the time, he and Yugi are like Yin and Yang, complete opposites (fashion wise).

Naturally good at his eyeliner/kohl, something he remembers from his past. Whenever Yugi gets frustrated with it, he offers to do it for him (insert that one drawing meme of sitting on someone while doing their makeup).

And, of course, he intermingles silver and gold jewelry to match both Yugi’s choker that he was given and the cartouche Anzu gave him.

🐅 - Characterization: Character habits, personality, etc.

For Jou! Ahh, yay, I never get to talk about him, but I have some headcanons for him in my brain ^^

In the beginning of the manga/show, we all know Jou is a bully that picks on Yugi. However, he learns about friendship and how to be a good friend. He’s there for all of his friends whenever they’re going through a tough time, and he supports them to the best of his abilities.

He prefers to be independent, and he doesn’t like offloading his problems onto his friends (hypocrite). He’d rather deal with them by himself than let everyone know what’s going on in his personal life. He swears to never drink alcohol because he despises the behavior/bad habits of his father. He smokes sometimes to relieve himself of stress, but he gradually stops when he finds dueling as another means of escape from reality.

He goes to Yugi’s house a lot to play video games, teaches Atem certain customs he’s not familiar with, walks with Honda sometimes, accompanies Anzu when she needs a shopping buddy (even though he hates it), and takes his sister out on the town.

He’s protective over everyone and always throws himself in danger to avoid them getting hurt or involved. He never wants to see his friends in a bad situation, and he’ll do everything in his power to get them out of it. He aspires to follow in Atem’s footsteps after everything Atem has done for him. He sees him step down from the plate after being resurrected and decides to take his place for him when it comes to defending everyone.

We all know he has his flirtatious, naughty attitude, but when it truly comes to dating someone, you know he’s gonna take good care of whoever it is. Good boyfriend and good brother.

In the past, you would’ve never caught Jou doing anything out of the norm. He would’ve laughed in your face about it and called you a loser. Now, he doesn’t care. He sees how freeing it is for both Yugi and Atem to be who they want and dress how they want. If Shizuka wants to paint his nails for her own enjoyment, then he’ll gladly let her do it and not care if he keeps it on when he goes out in public. It made her happy, and frankly, he doesn’t care what other people think (though he was embarrassed and flustered about it when he first started stepping out of his comfort zone).

#oh dear #i have more headcanons than i thought #i hope you like these friend!#thanks for the ask :D #ask game #atlas answers

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pedroshotwifey · 7 months

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WIP Wednesday Game

Thank you, @kewwrites for tagging me!

Step one: Post snippets of the fics you're working on (can be a summary if there's no snippet)

Step two: put them in a poll and let people vote on which one you should work on, then prioritize the one with the most votes.

Step three: Ask me about my WIPs! I've got lots of lore to share + more snippets, etc.

Alright, I have a few loaded up for y'all, but I mostly just cleaned out my WIPs. Most of them were requests, which you will also be seeing a bit more of here soon!

First off, we have a lil snippet of TTF 9:

You push against him, trying to pry his arms away, and this, combined with the seriousness ebbing into your tone, finally catches his attention. He looks up at you, a slight pout on his full lips. “I just need to let her know,” you say, waiting for him to loosen his grip, but he only sighs. “Honestly, I don’t think that’s a good idea, sweetheart,” he admits, looking at you with genuine concern. You frown, a bit taken aback. “What do you mean?” He sighs again and looks down past you, almost like he’s getting ready to explain something to a small child. You don’t like the way it makes you feel like such. You’ve noticed recently that he has a tendency to make you feel like a kid, though you don’t think it’s intentional. The age gap definitely doesn’t help either. It makes you worry sometimes that you’re too immature for him, even though you know you’re not in the slightest. “I don’t think you should tell anyone you’re leaving,” he explains.

Next up, FB 7:

What’s worse, though, is the way your brain plays tricks on you. You see memories from your childhood, your mom and dad standing vividly in front of you. Sometimes, you’ll wake and find Mando hovering above you, adjusting your pillow, cleaning your wounds. It seems so real, as real as the tears in your eyes and the ache in your chest, but you know it can’t be. It feels real, sounds real, looks real, but you know it's a figment of your cruel imagination. A fever dream trying to trick you into thinking that everything is okay. It doesn’t work though; you know better than that. So you close your eyes again, as you do every time, willing your body to get the rest it needs and your brain to stop fighting with your heart. There are a couple times where you close them fully expecting not to open them again, and you find that the thought doesn't scare you. Being exhausted is exhausting, you decide after the first few times.

Lastly, I got that Marcus Moreno fic I was talking about a while back:

He looks fucking gorgeous as always. He’s wearing a light blue button-up with black slacks and shiny black shoes. And, of course, those thick-rimmed glasses that have proven themselves to be your ultimate weakness. He smiles back at you and it’s like your blood turns to lava coursing through your veins. “Hey, sweetheart,” he says way too casually as he sets his coat down on the chair beside him. “How was your day? Missy didn’t give you too much trouble?” It takes you a moment to register that what he said required an answer. You were too busy picking his outfit apart and damn-near tearing his clothes off with your eyes. “No, she was an angel as always!,” you say completely truthfully. Missy is the sweetest, most calm child you’ve ever babysat. At six years old, she is perfectly well behaved. “Did a bit of swimming and played a board game before dinner. She’s out cold now.” Marcus beams as he walks to the kitchen. “I’m glad to hear,” he calls out to you as he starts rifling through cabinets. “C’mere, I got something for you.” Your stomach flips, but your brows furrow. Why would he have something for you?

Feel free to send in some asks! I'd love to see what y'all are thinking!

NPT: @callachloe @nerdieforpedro @wannab-urs @beskarandblasters @chaotic-iguana @morallyinept @romanarose and anyone else who wants to play!

#sorry for the long ass snippets 😭#fan fiction #ao3 #pedro pascal #pedro pascal smut #smut #pedro pascal characters #marcus moreno fanfiction #javier pena fic #javier peña x reader #javier peña #the mandalorian fic #din djarin fanfiction #wip wednesday #wip tag game #tag game

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stormyoceans · 2 years

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it's severely missing vice versa hours (as always) so, let's go with your top picks for puen's best looks?

CASSI I NEED YOU TO KNOW THAT I LOVE YOU FOR ASKING ME THIS BUT ALSO THAT YOU MADE ME GO THROUGH 15 DIFFERENT LIFE CRISIS AND DEVELOP 8 NEW MENTAL ILLNESSES IN THE SPAN OF 3 DAYS TRYING TO ANSWER THIS. also im ONLY NOW realizing, as im posting this, that you didn’t actually ask me my top 10, but just my TOP. FULL STOP. so i could have picked 3 or 5 and reply way sooner……… maybe it’s me. i am the problem. IM SO SORRY BUT STILL. HERE WE GO

1. the wedding outfit in episode 4. I LOVE WHEN PUEN WEARS ANY KIND OF SHADE FROM PINK TO RED SO THIS IS LITERALLY MY DREAM OUTFIT FOR HIM. he looks positively radiant in it and idk if you can see it, but when i was taking that full body screenshot i realized that the white pants are slightly see-through and i think i momentarily blacked out for a minute or 10 or 10000. ALSO DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I WISH HE COULD WEAR THIS FOR HIS OWN WEDDING WITH TALAY IT’S LITERALLY PERFECT CAN THEY JUST RECREAT IT INTO THEIR UNIVERSE TOO IM BEGGING.

2. the interview look in episode 12. I ACTUALLY CAN'T WRITE DOWN HALF OF THE THINGS IM THINKING ABOUT THIS BECAUSE THERE ARE MINORS ON THIS SITE so im just gonna say that the all black suit + the styled hair was a truly inspired combination and it's unfair that talay didn't get to witness all of this in person.

3. the suspenders look in episode 1. I SIMPLY THINK THAT [REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED] REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED] REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED] REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED] THOSE HIPS DON'T LIE.

4. the ombre(?) jacket outfit in episode 12. puen really showed up in front of god and the cameras to announce his undying love for talay wearing the skinniest pair of jeans known to man then powerwalked to talay’s house to win his mom over and i simply think that’s very sexy of him. also making puen wear blue, which is talay’s color, during this scene was such a big brain move, though the real pièce de résistance, the jewel in the crown, the cherry on top of an already delicious cake is THAT JACKET. the costume designer of the show truly said ‘if he’s not ouselling outserving outslaying while getting his man then i ain’t doing my job right’ and by god they delivered.

5. the first glasshouse outfit in episode 4. this is my favorite kind of casual wear for puen: dark jacket, dark jeans, neutral boots, and the shirt giving a pop of color to the entire outfit, especially if that color is red. he looks SOOOOO GOOD in red. at one point puen also drives tun’s bike in this outfit and when they get to the glasshouse there’s a brief moment where you can see he’s about to take off his gloves which im pretty sure awakened something in me because i’ve been feeling unwell ever since (screenshot not included for the faint of heart and to preserve my sanity) [mostly for my sanity]

6. the beach outfit in episode 9. LISTEN i know it's a very simple look, but i LOVE when puen wears button-up shirts with nothing else underneath. it's also giving so much mr darcy walking through the moors with his tits out to go tell elizabeth that she bewitched him body and soul and that he loves he loves he loves her and wishes from this day forth never to be parted from her in the 2005 pride and prejudice movie adaptation. LIKE SORRY BUT I LITERALLY SEE NO DIFFERENCE.

7. the marriage proposal suit in episode 12. SOMETHING SOMETHING THE WAY PUEN’S COLOR PALETTE IS MADE OUT OF A LOT OF DARK NEUTRALS BUT THEY DECIDED TO DRESS HIM ENTIRELY IN LIGHT ONES WHEN HE PROPOSES TO TALAY. i’d say im reading too much into it except NOTHING IS CASUAL IN THIS SHOW. also his tiddies look great in that white undershirt and i just really like this suit, which is kinda surprising considering that i do prefer him in darker shades.

8. the “pink theory” outfit in episode 10. OF COURSE i had to include one of the iconic sleeveless shirt looks and OF COURSE i had to go with the pink one. he wears quite a few in the alternate universe and i was very torn between this and the black one in the glasshouse at the end of episode 4, but in the end i just love him in this salmon color way too much and………………….. [loses tracks of what she’s saying because ARMS]

9. the “tonight let’s go head over heels for each other” outfit in episode 12. you know how some people end up letting themselves go after entering a relationship? yeah, that’s not puen. you’d think he would chill out a little after finally getting with talay but NO!!!!! HE SAID TITS OUT FOR THE BOYFRIEND ALWAYS!!!!! TITS OUT FOR THE BOYFRIEND NOW MORE THAN EVER!!!!! and you know what? i respect his horny ass so much for it.

10. the bathroom outfit (bucket hat on exclusively) in episode 1. ranked at the bottom because im actually not too fond of that jacket and it probably wouldn't have made it in my top 10 by itself HOWEVER!!!!! this outfit without the bucket hat? simply a lesser version of the interview suit in episode 12. this outfit WITH the bucket hat? BRILLIANT INCREDIBLE AMAZING SHOWSTOPPING SPECTACULAR NEVER THE SAME TOTALLY UNIQUE COMPLETELY NOT EVER DONE BEFORE. honestly no one should be able to look that good wearing a bucket hat THAT'S SIMPLY TOO MUCH POWER.

#posting this from the grave in the backyard i just dug up for myself #i cannot believe i got so excited about this i was SO CONVINCED you said top 10 and then proceeded to lost 3 days of sanity over it #why am i - as a person - so fucking stupid #well. hope at least this can manage to get a smile out of you!!!!#maybe let me know if you agree? disagree? have other picks?#thank you again for asking cassi!!!!#sending you a hug 💜💜💜#vice versa #puen pranon #jimmy jitaraphol #m: ask #usercassi

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coasttocoastusa · 4 months

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Well hello there, look what I did today!!!

I cannot even begin to tell you how much of a leap today was for me. I said in the last post that I haven’t flown for 6 years. I don’t know if I mentioned that since then I’ve tried to fly a few times with varying levels of success. First, I made it as far as the gate and turned back, the time after that I didn’t even make it to the airport. So… I didn’t want to get too excited about the chances of today happening. Mainly I didn’t want to jinx it but also there are factors beyond my fear of flying that come into play on the day. But, I did it!!! And I didn’t without any medication and without a companion 🙌🏻

So let me fill you in on how I got to this point.

I’ve known about fear of flying programmes for a while now. They’re not necessarily cheap and until recently I didn’t think I was in the right head space to try it. A couple of months ago though I started paying privately for counselling. I have a session every week and we deep dive into everything in my life from childhood to what happened in work that week. It’s been giving me a lot of confidence particularly in the wake of my recent at-sea meltdown.

And so, about two weeks ago I decided to sign up for the EasyJet Fearless Flyers course. When I tell you it took me a week to even book it because I was so scared I am not exaggerating. Everytime I thought about it my heart rate went up. I would talk about it but then it would keep me awake at night thinking about what could happen if I did the course.

I found the courage to book it just before my second counselling session focussing on my fear of flying. I’m not gonna lie I told my counsellor I would see how the course was and fill her in at the second session… then panicked because I hadn’t booked it and thought she’d tell me off, so it was much more about being told off than feeling capable 😂

What I didn’t expect is that by the end of my first run through the course I would feel excited!!! I am not joking, of all the emotions I was expecting that was not one I considered most realistic. The course ran through a number of things that we were told needed to be done in that specific order. It started with a couple of modules about the psychology of fear and what your brain does when you have a phobia. Then there were some modules where a pilot answered previous questions from participants. There were varying degrees of realism to these questions… “Will the wing fall off” was one of them… that’s when I realised “oh wow, brains really do come up with some insane scenarios don’t they”… you’ll be relieved to know that obviously the wing cannot fall off.

The most important part of the Q and A for me was the explanation of crosswind landings. It wasn’t hugely in depth but it was enough to know what I wish I’d have known as I was experiencing one. Clearly it was enough reassurance to get me on the plane anyway!

The final modules focussed on coping mechanisms. I was shaky because the first two techniques didn’t work for me. One focussed on breathing (given my past of health anxiety focussing on my breathing stresses me out more). The second focussed on visualising. I am one of a number of awkward people who happen to have a thing called Aphantasia. That means I can’t visualise anything, like when I close my eyes and try to imagine it’s just black no matter how hard I try 🤦🏼‍♀️

But the third one!!! It worked! I don’t know how it worked but it did. Something about tapping certain parts of your body in a particular order. You have to feel your fear as much as possible before you tap and somehow it resets you, like you’re restarting a computer.

Armed with this knowledge that not only was I in control but I was able to help myself if I panicked I managed to stay calm in the run up to the flight. I’m not joking, I even got a full nights sleep last night, that’s completely unheard of for me before a flight.

So today, I went to the airport. The universe was testing me the whole time. I got to the check-in desk and they’d lost the pack with my name on it so I had to stand to the side. In the past I would have spiralled thinking it was a sign that I wasn’t meant to get on the flight but I didn’t. I waited and it turned out it was just stuck to another pack. Then I went through security and set off the alarm thing, they did a whole search and I was so focussed on the flight that I forgot I HAVE A METAL ANKLE!!! 😂🙈

So on I went, there was a lot of waiting. The flight was delayed… I had so much time to reconsider boarding. I didn’t even consider reconsidering because I knew I wanted to do this. I was first in the line at the gate, ME?!

As I boarded the anxiety began to creep in more, as we sat there waiting to taxi I was bored more than anything but as we set off down the runway the nerves hit big time! I would say take-off is my least favourite part of flying. There are sensations I’m not used to, there’s no going back even if you wanted to and you’re out of control. As we bumped up into the air (lots of wind, a very light plane) I tapped away and I checked on my new friend that I made who was across the aisle from me. We did it!!!

The flight was bumpy, we were in the air for 35 minutes and I’d say 90% was turbulent. Before this course, had I made it onto the plane I’d have panicked big time. This time though, we had a pilot talking us through every sensation, every noise, every boring little movement of the plane mechanics (I honestly think a big part of this process is to bore you into submission with technical speak until you realise you’re not a pilot and you don’t want to be 😂). So yes, I was anxious but nowhere near the levels I would usually be. I had a bonus moment of asking if I could use the toilet since the seatbelt sign was now off, as I was on the toilet I heard them announce “I would encourage you all to walk around, even use the toilet if you need to, I know some of you will never have done that on a plane” and the level of smug I felt for getting in there first and avoiding the rush was honestly worth it!

As we flew through the sky, I had a moment of clarity. A moment where I popped on my favourite flying song (California by Phantom Planet) and welled up as I looked out at the clouds. I just genuinely did not think I would ever fly again given the number of times I’ve tried over the years! It was incredible to know I’d done this all by myself. My success wasn’t tied to anyone else, I didn’t need anyone by my side because I did this alone! (And without medication no less!!!) .

I’ve only ever flown once before by myself, coming back from Turkey through a thunderstorm. It was solidly turbulent for hours 🤦🏼‍♀️ back then I had been on edge but it hadn’t been enough to stop me flying again. I’m hoping that today was a return to that mindset. My current motto is “uncomfortable is not unsafe” it’s something I’ve been reminding myself because of my meltdowns. When you’re in full blown meltdown mode it is one of the most horrible feelings but you’re safe, it’s your brain telling you to slow down but it’s not telling you you’re unsafe which is how I often read it.

On that same theme, my biggest take away from this entire thing has been “you wouldn’t expect the sea to fall away from underneath a ship and in the same way the air can’t fall from underneath a plane either” so as we bumped on through the clouds on our way back to the ground I thought about the ground as the bottom of the sea. It helped a lot, there was much less “gripping” as we bumped on by. After we landed they told us that that was on the bumpier end of landing and that we should be proud. I would say it was almost to the level of the turbulence before the crosswind landing I had. It was uncomfortable but I was glad! Had we had a perfect flight today I’d have worried about the possibility of turbulence in the future. Now I know that next time will probably be much more steady.

It’s now about 7 hours after landing and I’m overstimulated af but I’m so proud of myself. I never thought I would fly again, I definitely never thought I’d fly alone! It’s the best kind of overstimulation because it’s rooted in happiness and excitement and pride.

I cannot wait to keep chipping away at this fear. I’m hoping to fly again really soon, they told us today to keep flying regularly so we can continue putting the work in. That’s the plan, I just cannot wait to get back out there!!!

#phobia #travel #neurodivergent #flying

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axvwriter · 8 months

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Short Spelldrive disccussion

plus Twst Bobo book 2 draft/idea

Since the Spelldrive cards are coming out for the Japanese server, I’ve heard chatter about the discs. I did think they were bulkier than frisbees considering one knocks out the MC. I saw one blog say the discs are made of gold? People been saying it’s lucky all it did was knock out MC.

Though from what I recall, Grim accidentally threw the disc at MC while being real close to them. So to me my thinking is that he released too early so it didn’t have the full power and momentum of a proper throw? I don’t know physics so I’m uncertain.

I’ve been hit with a soccer ball to the stomach while within close range before. It hurt bad, but it didn’t leave a bruise. So with that little information and imagining a metal object being sent to the head, I could totally see it knocking someone out. Probably even doing more damage than that.

Though I do wonder why have the disc be gold and/or heavy at all? If Spelldrive is based off of american football, then the dangerous aspects should come more from the players ramming into each other along with the spells they throw. The disc itself shouldn’t also be a hazard?

If Spelldrive is a bit inspired by Quidditch from the Harry Potter series, then I understand the disc being a danger as well. Quidditch has literal balls that are meant to harm players. Messed up but I guess who cares about damage when there’s potions to regrow bones. Have a Bludger bash out your brains or be tackled so hard your body breaks… I find myself questioning american football considering we don’t have bone regrowing potions as far as I am aware.

So despite the dangers of Spelldrive, I assume the medical staff at NRC is able to handle anything. Though gosh I would hate being the MC forced to play Spelldrive. Like what can MC even do? Maybe throw the disc once if it’s not too heavy… it’s such a magic-heavy sport that all MC can surely do is just run beside the others? Call out warnings and openings, but still, I would like to participate more than feeling like a on field coach.

I also find it a bit disappointing that MC never bothers to ask to see the recordings of the other matches. I know it’s to keep MC from realizing who Hornton is, but we could have had some of the boys decide MC only gets to see certain matches? Like finding any match against Diasomnia to be embarrassing so no watching those?

Ehh, I’m not going to spend too much brain power to figure that out. I just know that such a spell-heavy sport must be so interesting to watch. Though maybe MC is a bit traumatized to the point they don’t want to think about the sport anytime soon. Or has been hit hard enough to forget the tournament was being recorded.

But this does give me an idea for Bobo. I’ve read the translations for the first two manga books and in those both Yuus were suggested to have basically died? Like one almost hit by a vehicle but ends up taken by the carriage to NRC.

So I have the idea that for Bobo splitting off of her canon timeline and into fan twst is where one battle her armor doesn’t activate. She suffers a head injury and blacks out. So upon waking in Twisted Wonderland, she’s quite confused. Was she really hit in the head? What’s going on?

Thus I think being hit in the head by the disc could be a bit of a repeat of her “death”. Heck I need to make some banners to help divide up my posts as I’m about to write a rough draft of what that scene could be like.

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You slowly feel yourself becoming aware of the… nothingness. You must have been sleeping quite deeply. When was the last time you’ve had such a deep, vulnerable sleep? That was something you’d grant yourself within the safety of your home, when naps would no longer suffice. But this time you hadn’t granted such a privilege to yourself.

Aching. Your head is aching. Right, the last time such a deep sleep was forced upon you was when you were… when you were killed, right? But that doesn’t make sense. Those that die don’t wake up. Were you attacked? That lizard… it shouldn’t have been able to land such a painful, ringing blow.

Is your head ringing right now? No… focus… it’s… voices? Voices, which means you aren’t alone awaiting for that lizard to rightfully consume its prey. There’s no sound of fighting, so that must mean… you’re safe.

How did it hit you? Right, your armor never turned on. An impossible feature. It was impossible that defective armor pins were handed to you. Impossible that they weren’t charged. To let such a mistake happen would be a death sentence. Mistakes like that never happened.

Something must be terribly wrong. You have to wake up now! You need to know what went wrong! How could your armor fail?! How could you die?!

Something is touching you now. Something that isn’t human? It feels like fur. Are you not safe?! No no no no no no no No! Calm down, it must just be a bat. If it wasn’t, you’d be hurt by now. The voices wouldn’t be so low.

Where are you? You want to wake up, demand answers, you need to know it was only your armor that didn’t work. That only you died. Died… why do you keep thinking of that word? You’re clearly alive… Something is terribly wrong and you wont get answers sleeping like this!

#axv #axv writing #twst related #twst bobo #spelldrive discussion #then excerpt about twst oc #1st pov for excerpt #twst spelldrive #axv fanfiction #axv fanfiction writing #bobo rarely ever dreams #wanted to write this out and share #too impatient to wait to polish it out more

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noteguk · 4 years

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bad behavior | jjk | m

This is in the same universe as “bad influence.” It can, however, be read as a stand-alone.

— summary; in which staying late to volunteer at a self-help meeting was the best decision you made in a while.

— contents and warnings; smut, the endless adventures of badboy!jk x goodgirl!reader, public sex (in a church…), dirty talk, fingering, degradation (name calling) but also praise, unprotected sex, clothed sex, creampie, cum play, there is a window and also reflections, rough sex, cockwarming, jk being a lil shit because that’s his main personality trait, jk smokes (only mentioned), enemies to fuckbuddies: dawn of the first day

— words; 8.2k

— author’s note; for the anon that asked how their first time was like ;) join me as we explore the lore of this godforsaken couple

It was your mother’s idea for you to find a new place to volunteer. According to her, it had been a long time since you experienced “the invigorating energy of community work” — last time was when you were trying to level up your college application — and it could really “soothe your anxious soul” during the trying times of college finals. Apparently one tutoring program and two research projects weren’t enough to distract you, but you could see where she was coming from.

In the end, you accepted. The old places you used to volunteer in had either shut off their programs or were just too far away from college for you to consider. At first, you decided to follow your mother’s suggestion and tried to work with children — “small miracles”, as she called them — in a local daycare. Which ended up being a terrible idea.

You liked giving back to the community, you really did, but it wasn’t long until you realized that working with infants hasn’t been your wisest decision, and that children weren’t miracles at all. You got tired of going home covered in paint and with pieces of playdough entangled in your hair, and that was when you weren’t unlucky enough to get hit with other, less clean fluids.

So you eventually gave up — both on the daycare and on the faint idea of one day going into pediatrics — and searched for a new place. After having to yell your way through retirement homes, and getting fed up with washing people’s sidewalks, you finally settled in a program that was flexible and light enough for your intense college hours: preparing (and then later cleaning up) a room that was reserved in a local church for weekly meetings.

The entire ordeal took about two to three hours off your day, and more than half of it was spent as free time: waiting for the meeting to end, cramming piles of information in a small room next door. You didn’t really know what the meetings were about since they changed practically every month — they were, at first, a support group for teenage mothers, then it became an AA meeting, then a group for drug users trying to quit. Lately, you were starting to think that the church just gave away the room for whoever had the money to rent it, so it wasn’t a surprise when it was reserved for a motivational speaker to give confidence lessons.

You had researched the guy, some old dude with an unpronounceable name and a sketchy background, and found exactly the type of person you had expected. Yes, you were in the house of Christ, but you were still being heavily judgmental of the fact that he was giving those talks when he had no qualifications whatsoever, and was probably making bank off all the self-help books he regurgitated at least twice a year to prey on vulnerable people. You did share your worries with the administrative office of the church, but they ultimately fell on deaf ears, and you gave up on the idea of kicking his ass out of the holy grounds anytime soon.

It was after one of those pseudo-motivational talks that you walked into the empty room, ready to clean everything up before rushing back to your place, where your roommate had promised to greet you with some wonderful takeout. The chairs were still placed in a circle on the center of the room, where they had been since forever, and you made sure to align them perfectly before you moved on to the litter that had been thrown around the place.

One good thing about those self-help meetings was that they were a lot cleaner than a lot of other attendees, so the “picking up the trash until your back started to hurt” part passed by surprisingly fast. You had just moved on to the snack table, analyzing what you could still save, when your soul almost left your body.

“Hey, you,” you heard a known voice behind you. “What are you doing in here?”

You swiftly turned around, heart thumping violently against your ribcage. You didn’t know how you hadn’t let out the biggest, most blood-curdling scream ever, but that was just the first of many miracles of the night. “Jesus Christ,” you wheezed out, taking one hand to your chest. “You shouldn’t sneak up on people like this.” You swallowed dry, some part of your brain recalling that he had asked you a question. “And I’m volunteering here.”

“I didn’t sneak up on you, you’re just jumpy.” Jungkook scoffed, leaning against the doorframe with that stupid playful smirk curling up on his lips. You didn’t know they allowed demons inside the church. “And of course you are.” He rolled his eyes.

Maybe a few months back, his mocking tone would’ve stung a bit more. However, you had been tutoring Jungkook for about three months then, suffering through endless sessions of his whining and complaining, and you’ve grown used to his passive-aggressive antics already. You learned that Jungkook was a shark seeking for blood, waiting for any crack that would allow him to jump into a perverse little joke — about how you behaved, your priorities, or even the color of your highlighter. You, of course, always stood your ground and threw his comments right back at him — which was his initial plan, as you’ve come to realize. Jungkook enjoyed playfully arguing with you, and you thought that it was another level of strangeness and masochism you simply didn’t have time to dissect.

Still, Jungkook (shockingly) wasn’t the terrible person you once thought he was. Every once in a while — when he was trying to talk you out of teaching him — the conversations you two would have were actually mostly pleasant, and he wasn’t awful to hang around when he dropped the whole badass persona to act like a real human being. You would even dare to say that Jungkook could be actually funny at times, and not in the bitter, sarcastic way he usually was. Sometimes, you dared to think, he could actually be reasonably nice. And also kind of cute. Even hot.

But you would never actually admit any of that out loud. Or even to yourself, really.

“And you?” You asked, turning back around to face the table full of half-eaten food. That looked like a battlefield, and you could already tell that there were only a few survivors left standing. “What are you doing here? Repenting?”

Jungkook chuckled dryly. “You wish. My parents want me to quit smoking,” he said. You could not see him, but you could hear him walking closer to you as you fumbled with the large Tupperware. “We settled on this crap instead of a forced intervention.”

You scoffed. Most of the food before you was unsalvageable — some of the cupcakes had been bitten once and then placed back, and you wondered how someone like that could function in society. “You don’t seem very motivated to quit,” you mumbled.

Jungkook clicked his tongue. “I don’t really care.”

His voice was much closer to you, and you felt the air leaving your lungs for a pitiful instant. You convinced yourself you had only gotten scared again. “You should care about the growing possibility of lung cancer.”

He shrugged. “Maybe. But it’s not really on the top of my list of priorities at the moment.”

“And what is?” You asked.

“Amongst other things…” he trailed off and, suddenly, he was standing besides you, pointing at the chaotic pile of sweets. “I actually came back to grab another one of those cupcakes. The chocolate ones are great.”

You didn’t know why, but his comment broke the odd tension that you didn’t even know that was there, clicking you back into your previous mentality — the one that you just wanted to finish cleaning up so you could leave soon. “All yours,” you told him, “grab as many as you want.”

Jungkook hummed in satisfaction, reaching out to grab one special brown cupcake — an untouched one, thankfully. “I love when you talk dirty.” He almost moaned before shoving the cupcake inside his mouth, taking a huge bite off it. Dramatically, Jungkook rolled his eyes and sighed in delight. “These are fucking great.”

You chuckled, glancing at his direction. Jungkook was dressed in all black, like he usually was, and you were starting to recognize a newfound admiration towards his constant use of leather jackets. What? He looked good. “I’m glad the self-help sessions are paying off,” you commented, swiftly placing the cupcakes inside the transparent container.

Jungkook was paying attention to your actions now, like he noticed you were there working for the first time. “What are you doing with the rest?”

“The church will probably donate it, give it to the homeless or something.” You shrugged. “Or they’ll eat it, I don’t know. I just clean up the place and leave.”

Jungkook laughed at that, taking another monstrous bite from his cupcake and throwing himself on one of the nearby chairs. Your eye twitched a little at the thought that he had ruined your perfect circle, but you’d have to fix that on your way out. “Sounds absurdly boring,” he sang. “And they’re not even paying you.”

You sighed. “After all the places I’ve volunteered in, boring is a blessing,” you told him. You had just placed five hot dogs in the container, and you were starting to wonder if it would be a good idea to feed people in need with those suspicious sausages. “But, yeah, you probably don’t care about any of that.”

“You don’t know what I care about,” Jungkook said matter-of-factly. You didn’t know if he was trying to tease you, but his voice came out so soft and monotone that you couldn’t really be mad about it. It was true, after all: you didn’t actually know what he cared about. Sometimes you thought that he could read you better than you could read him. “Want me to stay here with you? This place is probably empty already.”

You could not hold back your laugh at that, turning around so you could look at him. “Are you offering to be my bodyguard? In a church?”

Jungkook pouted. There was a thin line of chocolate on the side of his lips, which he quickly licked clean. “I’m trying to be nice.”

You giggled, turning back towards the disgusting food. The rest was mostly trash, but you were happy enough with the amount you had managed to find in a good state. “That’s new.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked. “I’m always nice.”

“Always is a strong word.” You smiled, closing the lid of the Tupperware. You had managed to fill three small containers with the leftovers and, honestly, that was a big victory. “But you can stay or you can leave, I don’t mind. I’m almost done anyways.”

He frowned. “Is that your answer?”

You turned around. “What? You want me to beg for your company?” You smiled. “You’re mistaken if you think I’d ever do that.”

“I’m staying.” Jungkook crumpled up the piece of cupcake wrapping and threw it in the trash can besides your body. He watched you for a moment as you started to throw the leftovers away, your back turned to him and a distracted look on your face. When he broke the silence again, you were throwing the last piece of bread in the bin. “Why are you volunteering?”

“Because I like giving back to the community.”

Jungkook sneered at your words. “Seriously now. Don’t lie, we’re in a church.”

“I do, actually,” you stood your ground. There was a vague sound of crickets coming from the half-open window and the low buzzing of the fluorescent lights above you, but, other than that, the city was covered in absolute silence. Perhaps that was why you felt so at peace. “But my mom told me it would be a good thing to keep myself relaxed. You know, take my mind off college stuff.”

He hummed, and you heard him getting up from the chair. “You always do what your mom tells you?”

You met his gaze. “Didn’t your parents make you come here?”

He smiled. “Not the point.”

Before you could hold yourself back, your lips were curling up. Again: Jungkook wasn’t absolutely awful to be around when he actually acted like a human being. “When she says something I agree with, yes,” you told him. “My ego isn’t bruised when it comes to following someone’s idea.”

He raised his eyebrows. “You’re saying that mine is?”

“I didn’t say that.” You smirked and turned back to the table. You started piling up the used plastic cups, already eyeing all the used plates, forks and knives that you’d have to throw away. The daycare had better eating manners than that. “Thought we were talking about me.”

“We were,” Jungkook agreed. One of his inked hands moved to the table, and you were about to tell him that he could eat more of the cupcakes when you realized that he had started to reach for the discardable plates, throwing them away. You really didn’t think he’d help you. “Finals are coming up, though, and you care about that shit. Shouldn’t you be using this time to study or something?”

“I study while you’re out here listening to becoming your real self or, I don’t know... waking up the giant within,” you said. “I’m fine, don’t worry about it.”

He hummed, his nose cringing up at the disgusting remains of food that stuck to the plastic forks. Jungkook seriously didn’t know how you could do that for fun. “You know there are better ways to relax than cleaning up a dusty room, right?”

“Probably,” you agreed. The cups were already in the trash, alongside with the plates, and there were only a few crumpled up napkins to get rid of before you tasted the sweet nectar of freedom. “But here I am. That’s what I chose for myself.”

“Literally any other option would’ve been better,” Jungkook pressed on. “Isn’t that obnoxious friend of yours in cheer or something?”

“Who? Jisoo?” You smiled at him. No one had ever called her obnoxious, but you couldn’t say that the title didn’t fit. Jisoo could be really… intense when it came to standing up for what she believed in. “She is. She invited me to join her already, if that’s what you’re gonna ask, but it’s not really my thing.”

“It’s a shame,” he mumbled, leaning against the table. It was a beautiful miracle how clean that room had become just by getting rid of the piles of gross food, and you had proudly thrown the last piece of paper inside the trash bin when Jungkook spoke up again. “You’d look really hot in that outfit.”

You stopped in your tracks, taking a second to digest the claim he had so mindlessly thrown your way. Just like all-things-Jungkook, a pleasant conversation could not last long, so you weren’t even surprised that he managed to ruin that talk with such a fuckboy-esque comment.

Also like all-things-Jungkook, he managed to awaken a reaction out of you that you didn’t even know could be there. With a faint heat in your cheeks and a frown blossoming amongst your features, you actually felt a little bit of... satisfaction with the fact that he thought that you’d look hot in that skimpy outfit. At the same time, you wanted to slap yourself for falling into his charms so easily.

In that conflicting turmoil of emotions, all you could say was a monotone, “You cannot be serious right now.”

Even if you kind of wanted him to be serious.

“I’m being dead serious,” Jungkook didn’t back down, much to the elation of your ego. You felt like a schoolgirl being recognized by her crush, and the idea alone made your stomach curl onto itself. What the hell were you even thinking about? Yeah, Jungkook was pretty hot, but he was also kind of a douche and you didn’t want to get involved with that mess of a person. Or at least that was what you were trying to convince yourself of. “I mean…” he continued, “you’re even rocking this knee-level dress right now, can’t even imagine how you’d look if—“

“You can shut up now, Jungkook, thanks,” you interrupted him. Because you didn’t know how to act when he was so blatantly flirting with you, you switched back to the same passive-aggressive behavior that you had given him for the past three months. Call it self-preservation, call it panic, but your mind simply didn’t know where to go from there. “And I’m also done here, so you can skidaddle back to whatever swamp you came out of.”

“Awn, don’t be mean, princess.” He pouted. Jungkook was a master at getting you worked up, and you had just given that to him on a silver platter. Maybe if you had mock-flirted back, he would’ve baked away. You would never know. “I was just fucking with you, you’re too easy to tease.”

You pressed your lips together, hip touching the corner of the now empty table. “You were pretty much harassing me,” you said playfully.

“I was not.” Jungkook smirked, shoving his hands inside the pockets of his pants. When had the two of you gotten so close? There was barely any space between your chests. “But it’s okay, I’m not gonna compliment you anymore, don’t worry. You don’t have to be so defensive.”

“I’m not being defensive,” you said, defensive.

“What, is it the church setting?” He raised his eyebrows, taking a look around. “Is it making you uncomfortable?”

“No,” you answered, crossing your arms before your chest. Jungkook followed the movement and his gaze got stuck on the shape of your breasts for a second too long, making a newfound wave of heat rise up to your cheeks. “Not as much as you’re trying to make me uncomfortable right now.”

He chuckled. “You do look cute when you’re shy,” Jungkook teased, taking a step towards you, and you took another one back, pretending you were just going to lean against the table. You sat on it in a weird diagonal position, with one leg still on the ground and the other dangling over the edge. Jungkook was so close that, when he spoke again, voice just above a whisper, you could feel his breath on your skin. “If you don’t want me here, just ask me to go and I’ll go.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out. The atmosphere was filled with electricity, your body drowning in the warmth of his presence, the sharp seriousness in his dark eyes, and you could not bring yourself to say anything. Did you want him to leave?

No, you realized in a rush of adrenaline, you didn’t want him to leave at all.

Jungkook raised one of his eyebrows. “Hm? Nothing?” He smirked, placing himself between your legs. Every nerve of your body was screaming for you to touch him, to just wrap his mouth with yours, and you simply could not respond to any of its commands. “You’re full of surprises.”

You found your voice at that comment, heart hammering against your chest. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re a smart girl, you can figure it out.” Jungkook placed one strand of your hair behind your ear, his gaze flickering down to your chest. From where he stood, he could see the beautiful mounds of your breasts peeking under the fabric, licking his lips at the sight. “Can I at least say that I like your dress?”

Jungkook’s palm slithered up your knee before you could even react, moving towards your inner thigh and raising your dress along with it. His touch was electrifying, and you found yourself craving more of it, a sigh caught on your throat at the tenderness of his hot skin.

“Something tells me that your compliment isn’t so innocent,” you told him, leaning your head back slightly so you could hold his gaze. “Aren’t you gonna complete that and say that I would look better without it?”

Jungkook chuckled. “The idea is compelling, I’ll admit it,” he said, rubbing soft circles on your skin. His other hand slithered around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “But don’t need to take it off to fuck you.”

Your eyes grew wide at that, brain short-circuiting. You frankly couldn’t believe that was happening — the fact that Jungkook was so shamelessly trying (and honestly succeeding) to initiate sex with you. In a fucking church too, of all places. “What- what did you say?”

“You heard what I said.” His stare didn’t falter. Jungkook was looking at you like he could eat you whole, and you seriously wouldn’t mind if he tried to. You'd deal with the social and psychological implications of that another time. “Just tell me to stop and I’ll do it, princess. No hard feelings, promise.”

This time, you spoke out and the firmness and certainty in your voice surprised even yourself. “I don’t want you to stop.”

“No?” His voice sounded like honey, so deep and melodic even through the thick layers of his sarcasm. You had never heard him get so serious, so focused, and the thought that it was all for you was igniting a fire inside your guts. “You wanna get fucked in a church?”

You bit your lip, blinking up at him. The point was: you wanted Jungkook, of all people, to fuck you. The fact that it was in a church was just the cherry on top, and you didn’t care about it as much as you should — your mom would be weeping blood if she knew what was going on, but you weren’t planning on telling anything to anybody. “And what if I do?” You asked back teasingly.

Jungkook smiled, knocking the breath right out of you. You could only hope that you didn’t look as horny as you felt, because your pride was still on the line. “Told you that you were full of surprises.” He pushed one of your legs open, making you lose your support on the floor. Now, both of your feet were dangling off the edge, body trapped between his strong arms and thighs on either side of him. “Are you a virgin, baby?”

You shook your head, and your voice reached you a bit later. “No.”

“Naughty,” Jungkook said, leaning in. He stared at you like a lion stalking its prey, his gaze lingering on your parted lips before, at last, he tilted his head to the side, deciding to move towards your neck instead. “But if you have the taste I think you do, you probably had some lame missionary sex with some goodie-two shoes.”

When he started kissing your neck, you almost forgot to give him a response. You had to bite your lip to suppress a moan, instead producing a low, shaky sigh. “And if I did? What’s the problem with some lame missionary sex?”

“No need to get mad, I’m on your side here,” Jungkook said, one of his hands navigating up your waist, between the valley of your breasts, before grabbing your boob. That time, you couldn’t hold back the whimper that escaped you. “Did he make you cum?”

“Sometimes,” you said, slightly flustered. You didn’t think you’d be discussing your sexual history with Jungkook, but, well, there you were. “He was alright.”

“Only sometimes?” Jungkook chuckled, the vibrations of his deep timbre vibrating through the sensitive skin of your neck, his thumb grazing your nipple. The heat between your legs only grew, your entire body practically begging to feel more of him. “That’s a shame, I could do better.”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t start getting cocky.”

“I never stopped being cocky,” he responded without hesitation. Well, he was right. “And I do have a good track record.”

“Doubt it,” you said, the ghost of a smile lingering on your lips. You knew that you were playing a dangerous game, pressing right at the weak spots of his inflated ego to see how he would react. Perhaps you’d be luckier trying to poke a bear with a short stick. “You wouldn’t know the difference between a real and fake orgasm even if it hit you in the face.”

Jungkook leaned back and looked at you for an instant. You knew he had caught onto your challenge straight away. He liked it as much as you did, there was no doubt about that. “Let’s see, shall we?” he asked. There was no denying the devilish aura that was all around him now, suffocating you with its tempting heat. “How long do we have?”

“I’m locking up the room tonight,” you said, watching as his eyes sparked with an emotion you could not decipher. “But I wanna get home before ten. Have homework.”

You could see him fighting against the natural urge to ridicule you for saying something like that at such an odd time, but, at the end, he managed to avoid it. “More than enough time.” Jungkook placed one hand on the back of your neck, gaze darting hungrily toward your lips. “Come here.”

And then his mouth was on yours, and everything else was white noise. Jungkook kissed you much slower than you had anticipated, taking his sweet time caressing your mouth with his; hands exploring the curves of your body and teasing their way underneath your dress. He sighed heavily against your mouth when you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss, his soft tongue poking out and entering your mouth perfectly. Jungkook was a good kisser, you had to admit it, and he got your knees weak sooner than you’d like.

His body was hot and firm against yours and you could feel the outline of his abs underneath your fingers as you trailed your hands down his torso; his quick heartbeat drumming on your palms. Jungkook’s breathing got heavier as you hooked your fingers on the hem of his pants and tugged him toward you. Instantly you noticed the outline of his hard cock against your inner thigh.

Then, something switched. Just as you had reached out to touch his hardness, squeezing it lightly underneath your fingers, Jungkook groaned against your mouth and bit down on your lip. You had barely any time to react before he was pulling away from the kiss, gaze darkening.

“Such a tease,” he mumbled hoarsely, his breath hitting your mouth in soft waves. His hand was hovering over your heat, his middle finger pressing down on your sensitive nub, making you whimper. “You don’t know what you do to me.”

Jungkook was much quicker than your thoughts and, within a second, the motion of your panties being pushed aside made you fumble closer to him; your hands holding tightly onto his shoulders when he finally decided to touch you.

“Fuck,” he groaned next to your ear, making your mind go blank for a split second. The teasing motions of his digits brushing your entrance were enough to make you whimper, hips thrusting forward in a failed attempt to make him move further. “Look at this, you’re soaking my fingers. Wanna get fucked that bad?”

But he didn’t let you respond. The sudden intrusion of two fingers inside your pussy made your back arch, nails digging in the leather of his jacket as Jungkook opened you up. “I—” you tried to speak, but it was hard to think when he started pumping his fingers in and out of you. The sounds of your wetness were a filthy symphony filling the quiet atmosphere. “Jungkook, what—”

“God, that’s so tight,” he groaned, speaking through clenched teeth. His voice was enough to shut you up at the spot, a frail moan dripping from your lips. “Relax, baby, you’re too tense. Let me take care of you, alright?”

You nodded, eyes drifting shut as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you. You hated to admit it, but Jungkook was already winning against your ex by a long shot: the way his digits brushed inside you, gradually moving apart to stretch you, got you searching — begging — for more. You were sure you could cum around his fingers and, when he curled them up and they dragged against your sweet spot, the idea became a lot more palpable.

“Jungkook, you’re taking too long, I’m gonna cum like this,” you complained, chest rising and falling under the waves of your upcoming orgasm. You could feel it building up in your stomach, ready to snap, and you didn’t want it to happen around his fingers. “I wanna feel you.”

Jungkook breathed out at your needy request, placing a kiss against your jaw. “I’m just getting you ready for my cock, baby,” he said. A loud moan dripped from you when he unceremoniously added a third finger, your legs trembling on either side of his body. “I don’t know if you can take it.”

You scoffed. “Don’t flatter yourself,” you said, only half aware of the fact that your voice sounded more like a whimper than a serious comment. “I can.”

He smirked wickedly. You really were pushing his buttons. “We’ll see about that,” Jungkook responded.

Within a second, right as your orgasm was about to wash over you, he removed his fingers from your pussy. The frustrated moan you let out was quickly swollen by him, his mouth rogue against yours and the sweetness of his tongue intoxicating you — probably those stupid cupcakes, you thought.

“Turn around for me,” he asked.

You quickly did as he requested, putting your feet on the ground before turning your back to him, hands leaning on the table. Jungkook placed one hand on the curve of your spine, pushing you down until you had your chest against the surface, ass perked up and pussy in full display for him. There was a gush of cold air against your flesh when he pulled up the fabric of your dress and tossed it over your waist, exposing your lower body for him.

The boy hummed at the sight, one of his legs kicking your feet apart so he could position himself in the middle of your thighs. “You’re pretty all around,” Jungkook commented, one of his palms grazing your asscheek before grabbing it. His motion was harsh, needy; earning a whimper from you. “Knew you would be.”

Through the dense clouds of your desire, there was still some part of you that managed to make fun of that situation. “You spend your free time thinking about my ass?”

“Won’t answer until I have a lawyer present,” he joked.

You felt his fingers hooking around the fabric of your panties, pushing it further to the side so you had your cunt fully exposed for him to see. The drumming of your heartbeat almost drowned out the low groan he produced at the sight of your flushed heat.

“Princess, your pussy is dripping so much…” Jungkook trailed off, one of his fingers tracing a line between your lips. He felt the urge to eat you out, to lick you completely clean and make you cum on his tongue, but he decided that would have to wait for a different time. “Is this all for me?”

“Yeah, all for you,” you said, weak. There was a thundering exasperation building up inside you, motivated from your denied orgasm and from the way that Jungkook was taking his sweet time.

“Good girl,” he mumbled and your chest was filled with pride. “Can’t wait to fuck it.”

“Then don’t wait,” you practically begged. “Just rush.”

He removed his finger from your heat. “Shh… be patient,” Jungkook told you and you swore you could practically hear the smile in his voice. You could hear him shuffling behind you, the sound of his zipper opening echoing around that still room. “I’m gonna give you whatever you want.”

You whined at the abrupt feeling of his warm cock rubbing between your folds, its tip hitting your clit after every languid thrust. “Fuck,” you cried out, shaky. Jungkook wasn’t lying when he said that he was big, his length was so thick that you were starting to get second thoughts whether you could take it or not. Not that you would ever admit it out loud. “Just put it in, Jungkook.”

But Jungkook was having way more fun just teasing you. “Pussy’s so wet for me.” He breathed out, his hands tightening around your hips. You felt him throb between your folds, and the sensation got you searching for air. “You’re soaking my cock, baby. You want it that much?”

“Y-Yeah.”

Jungkook hummed, leaning in so he could place a kiss on your shoulder. “I’m gonna fuck you like you deserve to be fucked, princess,” he promised, his length still rubbing between your folds. He was so hard and heavy that your mind was spinning, your lungs drowning in expectation. “Gonna fuck you so well that you’re never going to forget it. Do you want that?”

“Yes,” your voice was a pathetic moan, and you hated your body for betraying you so easily. “Yes, please.”

After another pec on your shoulder, Jungkook leaned back. “Be loud for me, alright?” He asked. “Can you do that for me?”

You swallowed hard — what were the chances that someone would hear you? You had no idea. “Yeah, whatever you want, just fuck me.”

“Whatever I want? That’s a dangerous thing to say.” He moved around behind you, making you flinch when you felt his cock align with your dripping entrance. The anticipation was driving you insane. “Might have to see if you’re up for it another time.”

There was an answer somewhere in your mind — you could swear there was — but it was quickly forgotten the second that Jungkook pushed himself inside you. The drag of his cock was a delicious torture, streching you out and filling you up to the brim until you were shaking under his touch, both of you moaning at the sensation.

“Oh my god.” You breathed out, hands turning into fists on the table. Your cheek was pressed against the polished wood, hot breath creating small white clouds on the surface.

Jungkook released a shaky sigh when he felt you clenching around him, your body desperately trying to move closer to him. “Fuck, baby,” he hissed, his hands holding onto your hips for dear life. Gradually, he moved himself away from your pussy just so he could slam back inside, marveling on the way you trembled at the feeling, crying out his name in the prettiest of whimpers. “Your pussy is so fucking tight. Squeezing my cock so well.”

Took you only an instant to realize that you were absolutely addicted to the feeling of his cock inside you, the heavenly push of his hardness in and out of you as he slowly started to set a pace. “Oh my god, I’m—” a pitiful hiccup interrupted you, turning your voice into a sharp cry. “That’s so good, Jungkook.”

Jungkook chuckled behind you, his thrusts starting to pick up speed. Your eyes closed in endless bliss, every part of your brain focused on the sensation of his fat length stretching you up. “Told you I’d be, not my fault you didn’t believe me,” he said, but you could tell that his confidence had started to wear itself thin — he, too, seemed to be much more focused on the way that your bodies met. “Do you touch yourself, princess?”

You almost didn’t know how to answer him, a deep heat rushing up to your cheeks. “W-What?”

“When you’re alone, baby,” he practically hissed. You were bouncing on the table then, your body jerking up and down as he fully pistoned his cock inside your heat. “Do you play with your little pussy?”

“Y-yes,” you stammered, embarrassed. “S-Sometimes.”

“Show me how you do it,” he requested in-between huffs, lust dripping from every syllable. Jungkook spoke to you like a siren, effortlessly inducting you to comply with everything he wanted. “Come on. Don’t be shy, I wanna see you play with yourself for me.”

You didn’t even know if what you were feeling was shyness, but there was a veil of hesitation that covered your actions. As your hands moved downwards, one of them clenching around the fabric of your dress and pulling it up while the other trailed over your mound, you felt strangely vulnerable, exposed. At the same time, you wanted to do what he asked you to, wanted him to wash you over with compliments until your mind was going blank.

So you closed your eyes and focused on the sensation of two of your fingers coating themselves in your wetness, then their pressure on your clit. You whined at the feeling, pleasure exploding in your veins as you started to rub yourself, tracing small circles on your sensitive spot. There was no way you could ever reach that sensation again, the sweet motions of your fingers combining perfectly with the thrusts of his hard, fat cock inside you. You were doomed.

“That’s it… just like that, baby,” Jungkook whispered, obsessed with the sensation of your walls fluttering around him. You had gotten so tight that he thought he would see heaven at any second now. “Feels good?”

“Y-Yeah, so good...” you struggled to get out, “feels amazing, Jungkook.”

“So perfect for me,” his praise shot straight up to your core, making you mewl under him. God, the way that you were tightening around him was going to drive him insane. “You feel so fucking good, I can’t stop fucking you.”

Jungkook took one of his hands to your neck, using it to guide your body upwards until you had your back pressed against his chest; his hot lips assaulting your neck. The new position made it so much easier for his cock to drill inside you, reaching even deeper and hitting sweet spots you didn’t even know you had. It wasn’t long before you were moaning out, eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure overtook you.

“Just take a look at that, baby,” his voice broke you out of your hypnotized state. “Look at you. Such a good slut, just taking everything I’m giving you, touching yourself for my cock… fuck. Could watch you like this forever.”

You had to take a moment to understand what he was talking about, and then you saw it: the window. It stood silently across the room from you, half open, and the glass combined with the darkness of the night gave a perfect reflection of the two of you. You could see yourself, the mess you had become, as Jungkook pounded in and out of you and your fingers worked on your clit; the darkness of his hungry gaze as he followed the motions of your body against his.

Even if you cried out at the sight, your body freezed up a little at the thought of someone walking by and seeing that private spectacle. The possibility itself was minimal — the window gave way to the side of the land, where a big, thick fence separated it from the nearby houses; most of the ground covered by large trees and bushes — but it wasn’t zero. You couldn’t even begin to imagine the humiliation that would come from being seen like that.

He, of course, noticed your change of demeanor right away, and you could see in the faint reflection that he had smirked at that realization. “What is it? Are you worried someone is going to walk by?” Jungkook almost groaned against your ear. His cock continued to pump ferociously in and out of you, and you couldn’t even understand your own thoughts for a moment. “That someone is gonna see you get fucked like a good slut?”

“It’s not—” a moan cut your sentence short. Not like you knew where you were heading, anyways.

“No one is gonna see you like this, know why?” Jungkook was grunting, his fingers tightening around your throat. You cried out at the feeling, your cunt clenching around him in a way that got him fucking you even harder. “Cause this is all for me. Just for me.”

Then he was pushing you back on the table, your chest crashing against the wooden surface and his hands yanking you by the waist. Jungkook was fucking you so hard that your worries left you as soon as they arrived, your mind a turmoil of desires and broken exclamations that didn’t give space to anything else but him.

“You look fucking gorgeous like this, stuffed with cock,” he marveled at the sight. There was a known wave of pleasure hovering over you, ready to crash at any given moment, and you stopped rubbing yourself just so you could prolong its arrival. “Wanna see you cum for me, make a mess for me, baby.”

The words left you in a confusing, broken order, “Jungkook, I can’t… too much… can’t...”

“Shhh, you can,” he was slowly easing you into your orgasm, his cock drilling in and out of your pussy. Jungkook fucked like a machine, fast and precise, and you didn’t think you’d be able to forget that anytime soon. “You told me you could take it, so now you’re gonna take it. Don’t you wanna be good for me?”

“I- I want to… I’m so close,” you cried out, pressing your forehead against the table. You didn’t know how it hadn’t broken yet, with the way that Jungkook was fucking you so mercilessly hard. “I’m so, so close.”

“Cream my cock, baby, come on,” he urged you on, his member throbbing inside you at the thought. Your legs were so weak that you knew you’d fall facedown on the floor if he wasn’t supporting your weight with his strong arms. “Be a good girl and cream my cock for me.”

And that was it. That was all that you needed to push yourself over the edge, submerging you in ecstasy and making you squeeze him so deliciously. “J-Jungkook!” You moaned out his name again and again, unsure of how loud you were being, but also not caring as much as you should. Jungkook realized he loved hearing you call his name more than anything else. “Fuck! Oh my god!”

“That’s it, baby,” he moaned back, his thrusts a sloppy, uncoordinated mess. He was hypnotized by the view of your cunt hugging him, your wetness dripping down your thighs as you rode out the last seconds of your orgasm. “Pussy’s so fucking tight, so fucking perfect— gonna cum too.”

You gasped out at the sensitivity that was starting to spread, every movement shaky as you tried to push yourself against him. “Yes, please.” You looked over your shoulder, meeting his hooded gaze. Jungkook looked like a god, his dark hair sweaty and messy and his lip trapped between his teeth. That image would plague you forever. “Cum inside me, please.”

He groaned loudly, eyes closing for a second. “Fuck, that’s so fucking hot,” he hissed, chest heaving with anticipation. You knew he was close, everything pointed to that, and all that you wanted was to see him reach his high, using your body like it was just a doll for him to fuck. “Didn’t know you’d want to be filled up with cum, princess.”

“I’m full of surprises.” You smiled — a pretty, fucked-out smile that got Jungkook grunting like a madman. “I want your cum inside me, Jungkook, please.”

“Gonna fuck you full of my cum, don’t worry— Shit.” The sounds he was making were heavily: those breathy, high-pitched moans that echoed all around you; broken by deep grunts that had your thighs shaking. Jungkook fucked himself in you like he was meant for it, throwing his head back and closing his eyes as he finally found his orgasm. “Fuck! That’s it, fuck—”

Jungkook called out your name and mixed it with praises and curses when he came, spilling himself inside your pussy. You sighed at the feeling, taking in the blissful sensation of having his hot cum spilling out of you, dripping down your legs as he continued to thrust inside you, milking out his orgasm.

At last, he started to wince from sensitivity. His body collided against your back, his heavy breathing fanning your neck as he tried to collect himself. “Fuck, baby,” he mumbled, “you’re amazing.”

“You’re not so terrible yourself.” You could not help the smile that appeared on your lips, nor the way that you melted against the surface of the table, drowning in his heat.

Still, you couldn’t stay there for much longer: it was already a miracle that no one heard the chaos going on in that room, and you weren’t trying to push your luck for the night. Especially since you had a pile of homework (and possibly — now cold — takeout) waiting for you at home.

You raised your body, leaning against your elbows. “I have to leave,” you told him, taking one of your hands to lay on top of his tattooed one, trying to ease his grip from your waist. “Now if you could just…”

“Shhh, shhh,” Jungkook hushed, unrelenting. He was much stronger than you, and your muscles were too weak for you to try and do much, so you eventually gave up. “Stop moving. Let me feel you around me for just a bit more.”

You frowned. “Why?”

“I like it,” he said simply. His breath was a faint caress against the skin of your neck, and you didn’t have much fight left in you. “We all have our tastes.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re so weird.”

“Don’t kinkshame.” Jungkook pouted, then pressed a kiss against your shoulder. “You just begged me to fuck you in a church, remember?”

“Yeah, I guess I don’t have much place to judge.” You laughed dryly, then looked over your shoulder. “Why is your cock still hard? How long is this gonna take?”

Jungkook groaned, clearly annoyed. “Shut up and enjoy the moment.”

The so-called moment lasted about two more minutes (which was kind of impressive, you thought) before Jungkook softened and slipped out of you. You hated to admit but you kind of liked the feeling of having him still inside you, completing you as his lips danced around your neck; fingers tenderly playing with your hair. You never thought Jungkook would be so gentle after fucking you like that, but you guessed that you weren’t the only one that was full of surprises.

Jungkook, apparently, also liked to admire his work. After he had slipped out of you, he made you sit back on the table just so he could stare at his own cum dripping out of you, a glimmer of satisfaction in his dark gaze. He had pushed his white release back inside you and smirked up at you, asking, ever so kindly, for you to go home like that, filled with his cum.

You, of course, promptly accepted it.

“By the way,” he called when you two had already stepped out of the church, enveloped by the coldness of the night. There was only one solitary light pole illuminating his features, making him look like one of the saints in the chapel — nothing but fake advertisement, in your opinion. “Wanna know how much I got in that immunology test?”

“How much?” You asked.

“Eighty two.” Jungkook smiled brightly then, and you found yourself joining him. “Never saw a grade so high in my life. And that counts all the times I’ve cheated too.”

“Seems like the tutoring sessions are paying off.” You crossed your arms before your chest, the hem of your dress swirling around your knees. The night was weirdly peaceful after everything that had taken place.

“They are.” He nodded. “I’m looking forward to the next one. Helps that my tutor is kind of a hottie too.”

You scoffed. “So I’ve heard.”

“And, by the way?”

“Yeah?”

“You would look better without it.” He pointed at your dress, a sly smile already sprouting on his lips. “Hope to see it next time.”

“Good night, Jungkook.” You rolled your eyes, already turning around — yeah, like there would ever be a next time.

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