ellie. i know you answered an ask about who would let darling have a job…..
but on a scale of 1 to 10 how difficult would it be for ocs of yours (that wouldn’t let their darling work) to be convinced to let their darling have (financial or physical) freedom/independence to do their own stuff. as in darling is sobbing and crying and vomiting for a crumb of freedom. as in they fall to the floor SCREAMING AND BEGGIN-* GUNSHOT *
heh.
Ilya would be a good 9. It would be very difficult for you to convince him to let you out and into the world, and for the most part it's for a good reason. He's got a lot of enemies, he works a dangerous job, and there's so many evil people out there who would jump at the chance to snatch a beautiful thing like you away from him. But it's not impossible. If you can prove to him that you'll be doing your utmost to stay out of trouble, whether it be by convincing him with words alone or sneaking out of the house just to come back, he can be swayed to let you have a job or just wander about as you please. You'll still have restrictions, of course, like a curfew and a falcon to reach him if you get into trouble, but he would let you out on your own if you agreed to those terms.
Hyun would be a 7. Still difficult but slightly easier because he knows how hard it is for himself to stay close to home--he loves to go out so he'll eventually realize how hard it is for you, too, and he can be convinced as long as you're not going too far. And he'll start off slow, like taking you to the grocery store (which he probably already does), restaurants, and giving you some money to go to the convenience store or the pharmacy and come back.
Isabelle is a 10. In her eyes, your purpose will be fulfilled at home, and nowhere else--plus it wouldn't benefit her to let you run off and blab about her little secret. The only way you're getting out of her house is if she decides you're docile enough to take you to the bar for a night, in which she'll sit you right in front of her and watch with a smirk as people try to flirt with you, just for you to fear her so badly that you're forced to turn each of them down. And every so often, she'll take a short break to bring you to the bathroom and fuck your brains out before making you wobble all the way back to your barstool.
leigh tells me not to curse bcuz its a sin and is awarded with me reciting curse words for 20mins until he sobs on the floor from anger. i think someone should read him those horny holiday copy-pastas
What a monster, how cruel ;v; Leigh would be so upset. If he realized you were just trying to push him to the edge, you might just get a slap if you catch him at the wrong moment with your foolishness. Not that he would remember ever doing such a horrible thing to his love, though.
okay......so hyun-jin........alternates between threatening darling while getting pegged.....wh-
WHAT would he even say??
“babe, if u dont keep going i’m not gonna let u have a can of coke for dinner 🤬”
It'll start off gentle, with whiny pleas of "Please keep going," and "I'm gonna die if you stop!"--but it will escalate the closer he gets to cumming. "I'll make your life a misery if you stop fucking me," or "Don't you dare stop when I'm so close," all the way to an "I'll kill you for making me this way." whispered under his breath with a burning face and trembling legs. But in between those threats will be sweet nothings and praises to your name ad nauseum, to the point that you might not even notice the ramblings fit for a lunatic that he muffles with his hand.
asking on main, but how *forgiving* is makoi about “talking” to other men. like does he consider having friends who happen to be guys *bad*? i keep imagining having tsung as a study budy and makoi beating him up and its KILLING me. free me of the emotional guilt 😭😭😭😭
(tw: mutilation)
I can’t say that Makoi wouldn’t beat him up, because if it came down to it, he absolutely would. He’ll put on a farce if you talk to him about any male friends or colleagues you have, but his fury will be boiling just beneath the surface, ready to explode on the offender in question. He likes to pretend that it doesn’t faze his confidence, but as soon as you leave he'll have to hunt him down for a "friendly" meeting--which might end up in a murder if your friend doesn't take too kindly to being threatened.
In Tsung's case, however, Makoi would find it reassuring and even a bit funny that his baby would be good friends with such a twerp. He would strike up a friendship that's just a thinly-veiled excuse to bully him into submission when you're not around, and constantly pick at anything and everything he can find to demean him so that Tsung knows his place, since he's convinced the little weirdo has a crush on you even if he doesn't. It's actually pretty lucky for you that Makoi really doesn't see him as a threat (though unlucky for Tsung himself) and he honestly might even grow to like the kid, and invite him along so he can watch Mako carry out yakuza business with his buddies and scar him for life. But if Tsung ever steps over the line or Makoi finds out about him stalking you or writing love letters, he'll torture him until there's no chance in hell that he'll ever get close to you again. In fact, he'll probably go all the way and cut Tsung's tongue out of his mouth, just to make completely sure that the words "I love you" will never leave his lips again.
i’m in zoom university rn and i can’t stop imagining adrian over zoom in his home office. imagine sending him a private zoom message while he’s lecturing,,,,, phew
big fucking mood rn honestly
Adrian glancing over to the chat to check the messages, his glasses sitting low on his nose as he scrolls through and answers a few quick questions. It's been months now since you've seen him in class, since you've gotten a proper eyeful of his turtleneck stretching tight over his chest, and his jeans hugging the curves of his ass that no man over thirty-five should be able to possess. You've texted and called and flirted as per usual, his emails coming through on an account that omits the university's domain name. Can't afford to get caught with his pants down with a student, now more than ever--but that doesn't mean he hasn't tried. Phone sex is and has been a thing between you for quite awhile now.
But it's not the same. And you want what used to be a commodity to you--to watch him squirm and fluster and bite his lip, live. The thought of which is the last push you need to click send, and to watch the photo you took this morning upload before shooting off into his inbox.
"Oh, and before I forget, make sure to check your emails! I'll be sending the instructions for your final projects soon, so you can get ahead…"
You watch closely on screen, your professor's slightly grainy picture not even close to masking the way his expression falls as he checks his monitor that's out of frame. His lips part, and he tries to start again, only to get distracted by the message again and steal another glance over at his inbox that you know he has pulled up. The sound of throat clearing echoes in a virtual room that hangs heavy with silence, none of your classmates daring to say anything as your professor attempts to collect himself, and will away the blush that's rising uncontrollably to his face.
"Y..You know, I think we can stop there today. Have a bit of extra time to mull over your projects, a-and...have a nice weekend!"
He stammers, smiles, and the rest of your class are happy enough to get off early from your lecture, each pixely frame of their camera views disappearing one by one as they thank him and take their leave.
And you? You do the same, making sure to nibble on your lower lip as you meet his eyes, before you leave the meeting and wait for your camera to shut off. Only then do you get up, and strip your clothes off piece by piece, with just enough time to accept the invitation to a private zoom call with your professor--unrecorded and off the record, of course. Because you're sure he wouldn't want to explain why he was holding a one-on-one meeting with his laptop aimed low, and his cock already straining and dribbling as he fisted it to the sounds of his star student telling him how much he turns them on.