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i call jumin. i tell him that today i had a 70 yr old patient hit on me. i tell him he made inappropriate comments and stood between me and the door. i tell him how uncomfortable i was. how much i wanted to just go home after ward.
he’s there faster than anyone and he’s holding me. i can feel him shaking with anger as i cry into his chest. he tells the doctors at my office and because he is a man, because he is wealthy and smart and professional they listen and suddenly i am not required to do work ups not required to be alone in dark rooms with men who make me scared. men who tell me that a 44 year age gap is fine and that they have “experience”. i don’t have to try to ask them about their medication only for them to tell me that they’ve never needed “the little blue pill”
jumin stands up for me and that night he holds me rubbing my back and pressing chaste kisses to the top of my head. he lets me sleep in my warmest pajamas and doesn’t push me to do anything i’m not comfortable with. he gives me time and space and understanding. he doesn’t blame me or tell me he’s proud of me for NOT doing something bad to the man he doesn’t ask why i didn’t do more. he makes me feel safe again. he reminds me that my worth isn’t in the “services” i can provide. my value isn’t my gender and i don’t deserve that treatment.
no but honestly i like his dry humor and cute curiosity
i dont like jumin cus i have daddy issues
i like jumin cus he's rich and has a cat
honestly the invite a vampire to the party and mimic a soap opera to avoid first kiss jitters is exactly the chaotic energy I fell in love with
The fact that The Great Jumin Han, the stoic, silver spooned, “coldhearted” robot, has a good amount of knowledge regarding both romance novels and Soap Operas, gives me life.
He is seen as the most sane/levelheaded of the group, but he is so purely chaotic in such a nonchalant way, that I’m absolutely destroyed whenever he’s in chat.
“waking up at 6:30 am on a weekend just to write this was worth it”
OP waking up a 5:30 AM on a weekend and staying awake just too read this was also VERY worth it!!
The Worth of Gifts
This is basically a love letter to Jumin because that one line that he said in his route lives in my head rent-free. Waking up at 6.30 am on the weekend just to write this was worth it.
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"I have brought a couple of things for you, my love," Jumin rushed in a flurry of cold wind as he entered the bedroom that you shared together, his navy blue coat billowing behind him. He settled down a horde of shopping bags on the bed that you were lounging on. They had lined both his arms up to his elbows and you found it curious that he was doing the hard work alone, without the presence of a trailing assistant nearby.
You had been on your phone engrossed in your favourite TV series when Jumin came in. Immediately, you sat up straight and scanned the bags of different colours and sizes that were strewn across the bedding. "A couple of things?" You raised your eyebrows at him. "I don't think I would define it that way. Which dictionary are you using? Maybe I should get one too to understand you better."
"A dictionary? I'm afraid I don't have one ready at my disposal. I calibrated my purchase decision based on the number of things I wish to give you, and these barely count towards anything." Jumin was about to expound on it more when he saw your face lighting up with mischief. "Ah, you were teasing me."
You gave him a playful shrug. "Maybe?"
"I see." His lips curved into a sly smile that matched your own.
You took account of the things he got you. They were things you had mentioned in passing or had pinned on your Pinterest boards and saved in your wish list. It was astonishing that he remembered everything. That he remembered and thought to gift them to you because he thought it would make you happy.
Throughout your life, all you wanted was to be known, to be seen by someone who loved you and someone whom you loved back. And here he was, showing you how much he knew you so casually as if it was a given. This love language of his, although it overwhelmed you at first, was something you could learn to get used to in time. You had never been pampered lavishly before, but hey, there was a first time for everything.
"Jumin, love," you started.
"Yes, darling?"
"Why did you get me so many things?" You looked at him in awe. "I appreciate everything you bought me. I mean, do you know how long I've longed for these?" You shook your head while peeking into the bags. "You are something else, Jumin. But I have to wonder, why of this magnitude?"
"This isn't anything. I can do so much more for you."
"I know, but why?" You pressed, genuinely curious.
Jumin wasn't one who would deflect from sensitive questions that came from his beloved. Like you, he wanted you to know everything about him. He was secretly relieved that the both of you shared the same desire. He couldn't imagine being with someone who couldn't care less about his more vulnerable side.
"If you must know, it's because that's what everyone expects from me since I was little," he said, his head tilted down almost imperceptibly. You didn't miss it, and you detected a slight tremble in his voice nearing the end of the sentence.
It tugged at your heartstrings seeing him like this. Carefully, you pushed aside the shopping bags and crawled towards him. You came to a kneel in front of him and swept your fingers through his tousled dark bangs. "You don't have to prove your love to me through material means. My love isn't something to be earned or bought. You deserve to be loved simply because you exist." You took a breath, diffusing the anger that burned in your chest at the unfair expectations Jumin had to live up to since he was young. No kid should ever shoulder that kind of responsibility, and that included corporate heirs. "I love you for being the Jumin that you are."
He raised his eyes on you, and you found his gaze faltering, unsure. It was a silent urge to go on. "Think about it. Think about how our relationship first developed. In the beginning, I was interested in you because you're smart and funny in the most unexpected ways. Then, I saw how caring you are towards your friends and family. How you offer unwavering support for them despite being the butt of their jokes most of the time." You brushed the back of your hand against his cheek and he leaned into your touch.
"I just did what I had to," he muttered.
You couldn't let Jumin throw out more self-undermining statements. For someone so confident and self-assured, it hurt to see that he felt the need to cover up this part of him before his own friends. "You have that sense of duty because you love us. Deny it as much as you want, but it doesn't diminish the truth. You know, it surprised me how non-judgmental you actually are despite the firm personal beliefs that you hold. You let other people be themselves, and that's what I want for you, especially when it comes to this relationship." Your hand found its way to the back of his neck, compelling him to raise his eyes to you. "Don't ever think that you can only be accepted if you provide enough things for me. You are enough. I'm happy with you even without them."
Jumin was silent. When you were talking with such ferocity, you didn't notice that you had inclined your body so close towards him, near enough that your noses were touching.
Jumin rested his forehead against yours. "How do you always know the right things to say?" he breathed out.
"I only see what is already in you." You pressed a brief, tender kiss on his lips, tasting the cold air from his earlier excursion outside.
"Thank you for reminding me of your love," Jumin said, his expression an earnest reflection of how he felt about you.
"You can always ask for one whenever you need it. I'm your endless supply of support."
"What would I have to give in exchange for this dubiously free support?"
You grinned. "Nothing, I'm naturally generous! Just press the button and I'll come running spewing out motivational speech. I won't stop until you wind me down."
"Wind you down," Jumin appeared to be in thought before continuing, "like this?" He stole a quick peck on your neck.
Instantly, you felt heat rising up your cheeks. "Hey! That'd just wind me up," you scoffed.
"Then I'd have to do it more often." He attacked you with tiny kisses all over your face, nose, chin, and jaw, and trailed down to your shoulder. You burst into laughter, pretending to pull away from him but bringing him down on the bed with you instead.
The shopping bags around you rustled. Jumin toppled on top of you and you could feel the fabric of his dress pants rubbing against your bare thighs. He was smiling and man, your heart was taking flight on its own. This beautiful, beautiful man. You could never get bored of looking at him. He was above Greek statues. He was real.
"I love you," Jumin said quietly.
"Funny. I feel the same way." You tapped on his nose. "But we probably should get these out of the way if we want to do more." You gestured at the sea of bags lying nearby and wiggled your eyebrows suggestively. "I don't want to ruin these gifts you procured for me with blood, sweat, and tears."
Jumin sighed. "Must we? I can just get the replacement for them later."
"We absolutely must."
"Fine." He was about to push himself back up when he halted. "Wait, I have to clarify. Do you mind if I still buy you things?"
You propped yourself up on your elbows. "Of course I don't. You're allowed to shower me with love, only don't do it to prove your worth to me."
Jumin took a second before replying. "Earlier, you expressed your wish to understand me, but you seem to have understood me well. Sometimes even better than I do myself." He chuckled to himself before training his eyes on you again. "I want to understand you deeper too if you would let me."
That wasn't even a question. "Once again, you're allowed, Jumin." You dragged him into another kiss, the mess around you be damned.
Its 14.12, happy gay rivals day
Just a little practice with Flame man!
Happy New Year!
Let me just say Happy New Years to those who have been with me since the start of my page, and those who soon join me on this journey of writing vore.
I'm glad about the improvement and ideas I have made for my OCs.
If you haven't already, I have created an aryion and you can see a couple stories I have made there! I'll share the links here. So get the chance to start your 2024 with these!
Further down with my page, I'll do some asks and random scenarios of my OCs so I hope you enjoy them when I post them!
Have a great new year everyone!
Happy Pride Month!
Thought I'd do a cute post-vore short story for all of you with my hunky athlete OC John!
John walked heavily towards a nearby tree. Placing his strong back against it as he slowly plopped down on his rump. His legs spread open to accommodate the massive size of his enlarged stomach.
He was on his morning jog that consists of 30 minutes of straight jogging, 5 minutes of walking, and 5 minutes of sprinting and repeat.
Sweat poured down his head and body as he grimaced in pain from the run and from his belly that squirmed uncomfortably on his waist. He felt his manhood grow underneath, making it painful as it twitched, begging for release.
Looking down, his abs that were replaced by the spherical ball in front of him, was an egotistical trophy to him. One that he felt every punch and kick against his stomach walls and would only make small imprints and bulges to the surface.
"Shit man, you need to stop moving." He says as he smacked the side of his stomach. The belly bounced slightly, making it look like a water balloon. Placing a fist over his mouth, he tried to stiffle a loud belch. Failing, he opened his mouth as the loud belch echoed.
BWWWUUURRRRRRP
After his much-needed belch, a pair of shoes flew out of his mouth, covered in saliva. His mouth dripped with drool, wiping his lips with the back of his arm.
The same loud belch scared some birds above him as they flew away, making chirps of surprise.
Placing his left hand behind his head, while his right rubbed the curves and crevices of his belly, he soon felt his jogger snack barely moving within him.
"Just how I like it, a full belly and it being still-URRP." John says as he patted his belly in satisfaction. Hearing the soft wind breeze and feeling it against his bare belly, he closed his eyes to take a small cat nap.
His belly gurgling loudly in the process, making the hunk chuckle when it tickled.
I completely adore this piece!! Inasa’s such a great predator and there’s not enough vore content of him but WE’RE here to fix that. Also, story is pun-filled because I can’t get enough of low-level humor.
It’s been very fun collab-ing with you again, and I certainly hope we continue to do so! :)
Look what we got here ¬w¬)~ I’ve been planning do this drawing for one month, and finally is here (ಥ﹏ಥ).This is my second collab with @putthebreadinthebreadbasket!!!! As same as the last time, I did a hot pic of Inasa with his hero uniform with a big gut and he did a wonderful story!!!!
Soft vore is cool too 7u7)r But I have to do a Inasa fatal vore drawing to balance things ( ͡°( ͡° ͜ʖ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ʖ ͡°) ͡°)
Please enjoy his story; and this time I don’t count with the time to translate it to spanish (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)
“Y’know…” Seiji murmured, “When we were talking about who had the most resistance, we certainly didn’t mean this.” Aggravation was apparent in his tone; It wasn’t comfy, nor was it very… un-hairy, with the presence of Nagamasa there.
The huge, muscular man’s belly was now larger than the rest of him – a lumpy, seven-foot sphere with parts of his teammates visible through the skin. Every movement of its occupants made Inasa’s entire belly rock and shake. “Uughh… Hiccup… Y-you guys okay in there? Is there enough air, or should I keep swallowing some down?” Inasa’s voice echoed against the walls, reverberating. He was met with a few resounding ‘Mhmms’, all of which came from Camie who, seemed to be the only one enjoying her time there.
“I never knew fitting this much into your stomach was lowkey a breeze for you.” She joked, “Is this really the time for puns, Camie?” Seiji replied, clearly irritated at how ‘normal’ this seems to everybody. So normal, in fact, that Nagamasa didn’t bother to talk. “What, not the biggest fan of it?” She giggled, trying to clear the air of the tension, even if there wasn’t much air in there to begin with.
Inasa was having a hard time staying on his feet – He could barely adapt to the new weight that’s been added to his body. He watched as his enormous gut jostled and sloshed around with every heavy step he took, shaking up all the additional extra pounds of human bodies that lay safely inside.
“Well, in any case, just bustle up and catch the villain.” Seiji grumbled, as unfortunate as the timing of this meal seemed to him, it was no coincidence. Inasa’s been facing a bit of trouble catching a few criminals lately, and with all of his team equally sharing the spotlight, he needed his own time to bathe in it. After all, it did serve to fire up his passion as a hero. “Y-yeah… alright, alright…” Inasa said, regaining his balance, trying his best to do a heroic pose, even if it looked a little awkward. “Time to face justice, Villain!” He pointed his finger at… nobody? “…E-eh? where did they go?” he nervously asked, “S-Seiji? Doesn’t your quirk keep them immobilized…”
“I-it should, but I must’ve lost focus somewhere along the line of this resistance exercise.” A few moments of silence pass before Nagamasa articulates, “Inasa, if you, somehow, don’t manage to track them down again hence bringing disgrace to the Shiketsu name, your barber will have to trim your hair and your gastrointestinal tract next time.”
My drawing reflect the moment Inasa felt like the master of the wind (Sea) (? xDDDD
We hope bring you more collabs in the furture, so don’t forget like, reblog and follow me for more manly hot preds! (~O3O)~
Clone Oc
Black Reaper Rose
Been transferred so many times, he ends up with the Bad Batch. If he gets transferred again he won’t go to another squad he’ll be reconditioned or worse. Along the way he meets Jedi Master who is known for swordsmen ship and known for going head first into danger. How will it play out, it’s anyone’s guess. Will their romance or will their be another heartbreaking transferr back to Kamino where they don’t take kindly to clones who fail them.
Rex hugging Rico Zedda
His and his lovers first little miracle.
YES, JUMIN HAN. The game might be from 2016 but THIS MAN IS STILL IN MY MIND 24/7!!
Incorrect quotes <3
