#sweeter and sweeter — ♡ threads

[behyejin]

ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛᴇʀ

for @bexstevie

with all the training that they had been doing, hyejin knows it's time to catch up with some of her friends instead of practicing alone. the last time she saw stevie was when they did the acting camp together. she had a good time doing their scene together and knew it was time to talk about whatever possible with him. besides, she wanted to do something else besides be in the same practice rooms and taking the same classes. a little change of scenery wouldn't hurt.

taking the chance, she guides stevie to a little shop that sold all kinds of desserts. maybe she was having a sweet tooth moment and having someone to eat some treats with her was better than if she did so alone. "alright, let's try not to pick everything on the menu." she laughs a bit, a smile spreading across her lips. "how have things been with you? feel like i need to catch up lately with how busy things have felt."

[luveline]

𝗘𝗗𝗗𝗜𝗘 𝗠𝗨𝗡𝗦𝗢𝗡

june baby [multi-chapter, 80k] if it barks [multi-chapter, 41k] is it getting too much? [2k] a thread of time [16k] our ghost [22k] project kiss me stupid [5k] a new campaign [3k] too much [3k] was that so hard? [3k] a quest for bed [3k] it's a date [4k] love bites [20k] long island iced tea [3k] dark matter [4k] something extra [9k] bruise of the year [3k] sick body, sick smile [5k] sick sounds [5k] something sweeter [2k]

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[norrissm]

⌗ crawl home to her — ln4

lando!friends to lovers headcanons. soft thoughts. work song by hozier. pretty boy by the neighbourhood. ★ LIBRARY

req. @lnfours ♡

lando would scoff at fate and destiny. always gotten what he wanted.

blind enough to see, his prayers answered in front of him

since the karting days from 7, lando had seen you by his side. a small body by the sidelines cheering his name with a toothache inducing sweetness

you’d seen every version of him—the reckless kid who crashed his first kart, the teenager with too many doubts, the man who wears confidence like armour

never wavered in your belief in him

his world was stark against yours.

speed, wagering with death, flashes of lights, luxury and risk

you never asked him to slow down, be cautious

“come back home to me” was all you’d whisper under sheets as lando nodded in a drowsy whim.

he couldn’t bear a world without you

he never understood why, never questioned what pulled him home—to you, always to you—past the feisty women, the flashing cameras, the noise of the world.

there was no one sweeter than you

he had the sweetest of the lot

if he could, he’d die a happy man in your arms.

why? why’d he feel this way?

maybe love was stitched in the quiet spaces, in the unspoken actions, woven with a thread of red—strong, sturdy, unbreakable.

maybe, love, was him finding you slumped against the foot of his bed, a hand extending to his, in the hospital after a crash

maybe love was the way you defended him when the world turned cruel, standing in front of him like a shield—just you and lando, against everything.

maybe love was the unwavering faith you had in lando. in your eyes, he was the best and you said it like you meant it.

oh. oh, this is it. this is what love feels like.

a love like this shouldn’t be hidden.

he’d happily be a madman running through the streets confessing his love for you. chanting your name in a prayer, thanking the stars above, deeming him worthy of your love.

and when the soft glow of a lamp bathed you in golden light one evening, he swore he saw Aphrodite in your form—swore he had already found a home.

a confession only for your ears, too intimate to be stolen by anyone else

lando took in the moment, you were the only one he needed

your lips uttering the words which thawed lando’s stuttering heart and at that moment lando felt the synergy of your love.

with you, he could do anything

he was lucky indeed

lando believed in fate and destiny. gotten what he wanted.

reblog and follow <3 all rights reserved ©️norrissm please do not copy, save, or translate my stories.

[hederasgarden]

@whatblogisthis216 has me thinking about which ATJ characters enjoy edging versus overstimulation.

Characters: Sergei Kravinoff (Kraven the Hunter), Friedrich Harding (Nosferatu), Tangerine (Bullet Train),and Ives (Tenet) Rating: Explicit, 18+ only. Edging, overstimulation, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected PIV, breeding kink, use of restraints, and a lot of other truly questionable sexual things. Please comment or reblog if you enjoyed this and want to see more. Or scream at me in my inbox. That always makes my day.

Aaron Taylor Johnson Character Masterlist ♡ Masterlist

Let's start with the KING of overstimulation - Kraven!

Sergei’s stamina in the bedroom is both a blessing and a curse because he could literally spend hours between your thighs without breaking a sweat. He likes to start off with his hands and mouth. His heightened sense of smell lets him savor the way your scent changes with your arousal and he wants to be nose-deep in the source. Plus, he enjoys slowly stretching you out, adding a third and fourth finger even as you protest and tell him you couldn’t possibly fit another. But he certainly doesn’t need his hands to make you come, his tongue is talented enough. 

Depending on his mood, he might tie you up or make you wrap your legs around his head, crossing one ankle over the other, your heels pressing firmly into the back of his neck so he can devour you whole. You’ll be trembling, shaking all over with the effort to hold that position. It feels like you’re suffocating him but he’s ravenous, his hands wrapped firmly over the top of your thighs. The sounds he makes while he eats you out are filthy and you can feel yourself dripping down his chin. He’ll easily make you come half a dozen times that way before easing your legs off his shoulders and crawling up your body. 

Once he’s inside you it’s a litany of praise, his mouth roaming over your face and neck. He loves to nip and bite with his sharp teeth, teasing your nipples until they grow hard and sensitive. He could go for hours like this but he knows your body is fragile, only able to give up a certain number of orgasms before you pass out. He’s careful to toe the line, waiting to come himself until he’s pulled every last drop of pleasure from you. 

The aftermath is almost as enjoyable for Sergei as the overstimulation part. He loves how soft and pliant you become. You’re extra clingy too and he gets to indulge in taking care of you. He’ll carry your limp, half-conscious body into a steaming bath, washing you with care. You’ll be cleaned thoroughly, though his hands are gentle when they wash between your legs - he knows how sore you get. 

Once you’re dry and clothed you’ll get some water and fresh fruit before he tucks you beneath the furs in his bed. He’ll whisper something in Russian, most of the words foreign to you except dorogaya, my beloved. The last thing you remember before falling asleep is the sweet kiss he gives you, alongside the promise of breakfast in bed tomorrow.

Friedrich doesn’t have the patience or interest in edging you. Honestly, he doesn't even mean to overstimulate you either, it's just that he gets so lost in your smell and taste that he loses track of time. Can you blame him? When he’s between your thighs each moan and gasp you let out drives him nearly insane. He loves the way your thighs squeeze his head each time you come and how your body trembles the longer he stays down there.

When you thread your fingers through his thick curls and tug on the roots he groans into your cunt. His touch grows rougher and more demanding. He needs you to come again, it’s a near compulsion at this point. Each one tastes sweeter than the last and he drinks from you like a man starved for it, as if every drop is the only thing keeping him alive. He’ll use his fingers to work you open, his thumb circling your clit while he gazes down at your swollen cunt. Watching your face as you come undone is almost as good as tasting you. 

By the time he’s fully satisfied, you’re shaking all over, begging him to stop. Friedrich calms you down with sweetly murmured words, his hand running up and down your side soothingly. He kisses you slow and deep, wanting you to taste yourself on his tongue and understand just why he had to stay down there so long. By this point, you’re so wet that you welcome him inside without any resistance and he slides home with a groan. Despite how hard he is, he doesn’t rush your lovemaking, rolling his hips in an unhurried rhythm, drawing out both of your pleasures. This is the main show after all, the whole reason he had his head buried between your thighs in the first place. He needs to put another baby in your belly. It's all he can think about.

He makes sure you come again when he's inside you. He's a gentleman after all. While he chases his own release he's praising you, talking about how warm you are, how tightly you grip him. How good you've been for him. After, he stays lodged firmly inside, gazing lovingly at you. He just needs to catch his breath and then he'll be ready to go again. Doesn't that sound good, darling?

Tangerine loves edging you simply because he can. You look so pretty when you cry, especially when your tears ruin your makeup. The more debauched you look, the better. Nothing makes him harder than seeing you at his mercy.  He likes to use his fancy silk ties to bind your wrists and ankles to the bed so you’re spread eagle for him. Throughout the whole experience, he remains fully clothed in his three-piece suit while you’re completely naked.

Because he loves to push boundaries, even when you’re absolutely certain you’re at your limit, he’ll keep going until you have to use your safe word. He keeps up a steady stream of chatter throughout, using a mix of praise and dumbification in equal measure. You may act like you don’t enjoy it when he’s mean to you, but the way your cunt squeezes the shit out of his fingers tells a different story. Speaking of which, Tangerine isn’t about to remove his rings for this. He wants you to feel them as he curls them deep inside you. 

When it’s finally time to let you come he wants you to soak his face. After all, he put in all the work and he’s going to get his reward. Then, knowing him, he might shift into overestimation territory just because (and if you happen to pass out on him at this point, when you wake up he’s going to lecture you about falling asleep on him). When it’s finally time to sink to your body he’ll demand just one more orgasm from you as he finds his own end.

After, Tangerine will take a minute to admire what he's done to you. Maybe even snap a photo or two for later when he's gone on a job. Although he’ll clean up your tears and give you a little forehead kiss, that’s as far as he’ll go. He wants you to go to bed with a mess between your thighs. The thought of his cum slowly leaking out of you for the rest of the night makes him hard enough to go again. 

Ives has a purpose for edging you. Maybe it’s punishment for disobeying him or just because he knows you need it. Either way, you’re going to be handcuffed to the bed, sweaty, and begging to come by the time he's done with you. Ives is steady and calm during the whole experience, squeezing your thighs in reassurance while he reminds you that you can and will go another 10 minutes like this. 

And when he’s finally ready to let you come it won’t be with his mouth. You’ll come on his cock or not at all. He’ll sink into you slowly, relishing how you welcome him in with a fluttery little gasp, straining against the handcuffs. You’ve been empty for so long that it’s almost overwhelming to have him fill you up. But he’s not as unaffected as he likes to pretend. You can feel a tremor work through his body as he slowly rocks into you, building to deeper and harder thrusts. By the time you’re coming around him, without ever needing him to touch your clit, the bed is groaning and smacking into the wall.   

After Ives will clean you up with a washcloth and wrap his body around yours, nuzzling into your hair. You’ll fall asleep to him telling you what a good girl you were for him.

♡

Special thanks to @ryebecca and @otaku-girl-ao3 for looking this over.

I'm curious to hear everyone else's thoughts and reasoning. 👀

[wingedhallows]

band au!nat!!!!

𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 band! nat scatorccio x reader / 0.9k words ⋆ 𐙚 ̊. 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 none ⋆ 𐙚 ̊. 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 OKAY!! this was fun to write, tbh. thank u for the request !!

♡︎ 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ♡︎

You're not exactly sure what makes you say yes. Maybe it’s the way Natalie Scatorccio stumbles over her words, twisting the sleeve of her hoodie in her fingers, chewing at the corner of her lip like she's terrified you might laugh at her.

Maybe it’s the way her eyes, usually so sharp and electric, go soft and flickering when she asks if you want to come watch them practice.

Either way, here you are — standing outside Shauna's house, clutching your jacket a little tighter around yourself, your breath fogging in the cool evening air.

Music leaks through the walls — a messy, pulsing thud of a bassline and the distant crack of drums. You take a breath and knock

The door swings open almost immediately, and there she is.

Natalie.

Her blonde hair is half tucked under a beanie, a guitar strap slung over one shoulder, her Doc Martens untied and scuffed at the toes. She looks like every garage-band daydream you’ve ever had, and somehow, she still looks nervous.

"Hey," she says, voice a little breathless, like she’s sprinted to answer. "You came."

You smile, warmth blooming under your skin. "You invited me."

"Yeah," she says, blinking like she can't quite believe it worked. Then, rubbing the back of her neck, "Uh, c'mon in. We're just getting started."

Shauna waves at you from the living room — her bass resting against her hip — and Van gives a two-finger salute from behind the drum kit. Misty’s fiddling with some wires near the amps, her glasses slipping down her nose. It’s chaotic, a little out of tune, and somehow... perfect.

Natalie leads you over to the ratty couch shoved against the far wall. "You can, uh, sit here. It's not like, super clean, but..."

You plop down with a grin, not caring at all. "Looks great to me."

The practice kicks off messy, a little loud and a lot passionate. Covers, half-songs, Shauna and Van arguing over the tempo while Misty insists she can "totally make a fog machine work if someone lets her try."

But then — after about an hour, once the chaos settles into a loose kind of rhythm — Nat catches your eye across the room. She gives a little nod, almost like she’s working up the courage to jump off a cliff.

"This one’s... new," she says, voice a little scratchy, turning the mic stand toward her, knuckles whitening around the neck of her guitar. "I kinda... wrote it." Her gaze flickers to you for a heartbeat and away again. "Uh, it’s for someone."

Your heart trips over itself, warmth blooms in your chest.

She strums once, adjusting the tuning with a twist of her fingers. Then again, a softer, sweeter sound filling the room.

The song unfolds like something secret — slow and a little rough at the edges, her voice threading through the chords with a raw, unpolished kind of beauty. The lyrics aren't complicated. They're simple, honest, like she’s peeled them straight out of her chest. Little lines about stolen glances and wanting to say something but never quite finding the right moment. About how sometimes the best thing you can do is hope that person notices you back.

And even though Natalie never once looks directly at you while she sings — keeps her gaze stubbornly fixed on the fraying rug beneath her boots — you know.

It’s for you.

The world outside the living room slips away, melting into the background until there’s only her voice, her guitar, and the weight of something new and trembling between you.

When the last chord fades, there’s a beat of silence. Even Van doesn’t immediately crack a joke.

Nat mumbles something about "working on the bridge still" and ducks her head, cheeks visibly pink even from across the room.

Practice wraps not long after. Shauna bails to drive her sister somewhere, Misty declares she’s "engineering the fog machine for next time," and Van winks at you before sauntering out with her drumsticks tucked in her back pocket.

Which leaves you and Natalie.

She hovers by the door, picking at the hem of her hoodie, her hair falling into her eyes. "Thanks for... uh... coming. I know we’re kinda — messy."

You stand up, heart still doing somersaults from the song. You step closer, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. "It was perfect."

Natalie swallows hard, her throat bobbing. "I, uh — that song — it was... for you."

Her voice is so quiet you barely catch it. She finally looks at you, really looks at you, and for once there isn’t any armor there. No smartass grin or cocky shrug. Just her, wide open and waiting.

You smile, so full you think you might burst, and before you can overthink it — before you can let yourself chicken out — you lean in and press a kiss to her cheek.

Warm and quick and a little shy.

Nat goes stock-still. You can feel the way she holds her breath, like even breathing might shatter the moment.

When you pull back, her face is bright red and she looks absolutely, beautifully wrecked.

"I’ll see you at your next show," you say softly, smiling.

Natalie blinks at you, dazed, and then grins — the kind of grin that makes you feel like you could float all the way home.

"Yeah," she says, voice cracking a little. "Definitely."

You step out into the night, the door swinging shut behind you, your heart beating to the rhythm of a song that’s written just for you.

[inseobts]

Hi there! I saw that your requests are open so i hope you won't mind me sending one ^^

May i request for an Usopp x strawhat!reader who's the lookout? (fem!reader ofc)

For the scenario im thinking of Usopp and the reader running off to his workshop from a party so they can give each other and kisses and stuff ya know 🥺 i would like it to be fluff please also takes place in post timeskip :3

Tysm in advanced! <3

Drunken Escapade

usopp x fem!reader

during a lively party aboard the thousand sunny, you and usopp find yourselves sneaking away for a few stolen moments together.

a/n: thank you so much for this request, I finally had the opportunity to write for usopp and I loved ittttt ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

words count: 1.4k

tags: fluff, romance, secret escape, soft kisses

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

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The party is in full swing, music and laughter filling the night air as the Thousand Sunny rocks gently on the waves. Plates clatter, drinks slosh, and somewhere in the chaos, Luffy is challenging Franky to an eating contest.

You should be up in the crow’s nest, keeping an eye on the horizon, but tonight, you let yourself enjoy the warmth of the celebration.

Well, mostly.

Because right now, your attention isn’t on the party. It’s on Usopp.

He’s been stealing glances at you all night, his usual bravado faltering under the dim lantern light. And when he catches you looking back, he quickly turns away, pretending to be deeply invested in whatever Chopper is saying.

But you know that look.

So when he leans in close, whispering, “Wanna sneak away for a bit?” and you don’t hesitate.

You take his hand, giggling as you weave through the crowd, careful not to draw attention. The two of you slip past Sanji, who is too busy swooning over Nami to notice, and dodge Zoro, who is already three drinks deep and in no condition to care.

By the time you reach the door to Usopp’s workshop, your heart is racing.

The moment you step inside, Usopp closes the door behind you, muffling the noise of the party outside. The room smells like wood shavings, gunpowder, and just a hint of sea salt, so very him.

You barely have time to turn around before he’s pulling you into a hug, arms wrapped snugly around your waist.

“Finallyyyyy” he mutters into your hair, and you laugh, letting your forehead rest against his shoulder.

“You were acting so obvious, you know,” you tease, poking his side “Staring at me like a lovesick fool.”

Usopp groans, pulling back just enough to pout at you “Was I really that obvious?”

“Like, incredibly obvious.”

His face flushes, but he doesn’t deny it. Instead, he tugs you closer, his fingers tracing idle patterns against your back “Well… can you blame me?”

And then, before you can reply, he leans in.

The kiss is soft, gentle and unhurried, like he’s memorizing the way your lips feel against his.

You sigh against him, threading your fingers through his curls, and he melts, pressing even closer. His hands settle at your waist, thumbs brushing against your hips in slow, lazy circles.

It’s not like the wild, messy kisses you sometimes share when adrenaline is high and danger is near.

No, this is different. Sweeter. Like he has all the time in the world to love you.

When you finally pull away, both of you are breathless.

Usopp grins, lopsided and dazed “Worth sneaking away for?”

You laugh, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek “Absolutely.”

Outside, the party rages on. But in here, with his arms still wrapped around you and his lips still tingling against yours. Nothing else matters.

Usopp chuckles, still holding you close “Y’know, I think this might be my best idea yet.”

“Oh?” You raise a brow, playing along “And here I thought the ‘Usopp Piracy Party Popper’ was your greatest invention.”

He groans dramatically “Okay, first of all, that was a masterpiece! It just… happened to explode a little too close to Franky’s hair.”

You snicker, remembering the way Franky had yelled about the singed ends of his pompadour “Yeah, a little too close.”

Usopp shakes his head, sighing “But no, this...” he gives your waist a light squeeze, tilting his head down to rest his forehead against yours “...this is definitely my best idea.”

Your heart flutters at the way he’s looking at you, warm and full of something tender.

“Oh, so sneaking away to kiss me is your greatest achievement?” you tease, pretending to think “Not becoming a brave warrior of the sea?”

He smirks, arms tightening around you “Hey, don’t you know? A real warrior has to protect what’s most precious to him.”

Your breath catches “And that’s…?”

“You, dummy.”

You barely have time to process that before he’s kissing you again, this time a little deeper, a little needier, like he can’t believe you’re really here, in his arms, wanting him just as much as he wants you.

You smile against his lips, fingers tangling in his curls as he hums in contentment.

After a long moment, he pulls back, a dazed look in his eyes “Y’know, if we stay in here too long, someone’s gonna come looking for us.”

You groan, dropping your head against his chest “Ugh, don’t remind me.”

He laughs, resting his chin on top of your head “We could just hide in here forever.”

“As tempting as that sounds,” you sigh dramatically “I do actually have to do my job.”

Usopp huffs “You’re too responsible for your own good.”

You grin, poking his cheek “And you love me for it.”

He doesn’t even hesitate “Yeah, I do.”

Your breath hitches, warmth spreading through your chest at how easily he says it—like it’s the simplest truth in the world.

He blinks, realization dawning a second too late “Wait— I mean— I wasn’t—”

You giggle, reaching up to cup his face “I love you too, Usopp.”

His eyes go wide. Then, before you can react, he’s tackling you into another hug, spinning you around with a giddy laugh.

Outside, the world keeps moving. But in here, wrapped up in each other, it all seems to slow down, just for the two of you.

Usopp finally sets you down, but he keeps his arms around your waist like he’s afraid you might slip away. His grin is so wide it nearly splits his face, and you can’t help but giggle at how giddy he looks.

“I can’t believe you just said that” he mutters, still looking a little dazed.

“What, that I love you?” You tilt your head “Why? You think I don’t?”

“N-No! I mean— I hoped— I mean, I definitely thought—” He stops himself with a groan, covering his face with his hands “You’re making me all flustered, woman!”

You laugh, prying his hands away so you can see the deep blush spread across his cheeks “That’s kinda my job, isn’t it?”

Usopp grumbles under his breath, but his fingers instinctively tighten around yours.

For a moment, it’s quiet. The distant sound of laughter and music from the deck reminds you that the party is still going strong. That you should probably be back up there, doing your job.

But right now? You don’t want to move.

Usopp seems to be thinking the same thing, because instead of pulling away, he tugs you toward the small workbench in the corner of his workshop. He plops down onto it and pulls you right between his legs, resting his forehead against your shoulder with a sigh.

“You’re gonna be the death of me” he mumbles.

You smile “That’s dramatic, even for you.”

“No, really. I think my heart almost exploded.” He lifts his head slightly to look at you, still pouting “You can’t just go around saying stuff like that without warning.”

You roll your eyes but indulge him anyway, pressing a quick kiss to the tip of his nose “Okay, next time I tell you I love you, I’ll give you a heads-up first.”

Usopp groans, burying his face in your shoulder again “You’re evil.”

You hum in amusement, rubbing his back in slow circles “And you’re stuck with me.”

He chuckles, his breath warm against your skin “Yeah,” he murmurs, a little softer this time “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

A few minutes pass, and you’re both perfectly content just holding each other in the quiet.

But then— “Oi, Usopp! Have you seen y/n?”

Zoro’s voice carries through the hall, making both of you stiffen.

You barely have time to react before Usopp is suddenly in a panic, scrambling to his feet and looking around like a trapped animal.

“Oh crap. Oh crap. Oh crap,” he whispers frantically “If he finds us in here, I’m dead!”

You snort “Why? It’s not like we’re—”

“Usopp!”

The sound of heavy footsteps approaching makes your heart lurch. Usopp grabs your wrist, eyes wild.

“We need to hide.”

You blink “In your workshop?”

“YES.”

Before you can argue, he’s already yanking you toward a pile of stacked crates in the corner, shoving you behind them just as the door swings open.

Zoro steps inside, his sharp eyes scanning the room. His brow furrows “Weird. Thought I heard something…”

Behind the crates, you and Usopp are practically glued together, both of you holding your breath.

Usopp presses a finger to his lips, silently begging you not to make a sound.

You nod, but the moment you do, you feel a tickle in your nose.

Achoo!... Oh no

Zoro’s head snaps toward the sound.

Usopp goes pale.

“…The hell was that?”

You and Usopp exchange a look.

Welp. You’re screwed.

[dimetallo]

    as if nothing else could ever be   worth looking at ,   risotto’s gaze remains   locked   on the unthinkably blue hues   (   nearly   indigo   in their depths ;   captivating like waves of   open water   beckoning its next victim to leap to a   watery grave   )   mirroring his devotion .   part of what makes their union so gratifying ,   despite its lack of a title ,   is the ever - growing intensity they share   ━━━━   never   is risotto inspired to question whether the flames billowing through his core scorch his lover just the same ,   for he can see the evidence in his   hungry eyes ;   feel it   beneath the fire of his touch .   perhaps there is something cosmic about them ,   spirits threaded through the same stars ,   fated by the universe to   eternal entwinement   regardless of how the odds constellate .

    envisioning himself so deeply entangled with another person is novel to risotto :   all his life ,   he’d only acknowledged the image of himself traversing a   lonesome trail ,   conditioned by the   terrors   he inspired in others in juvenescence to believe that none would risk   getting too close to a monster .   even in the aftermath of the bond he’d forged with his squad ,   &   especially   now that they are gone ,   risotto again encounters unsurety if something like partnership ,   love ,    could ever truly exist in his life .   everyone who had ever loved him is gone ,   after all   ━━━━   but bruno is so gallant a man that if he claimed to have never feared anything in his life ,   risotto would   believe him .

    thus ,   as he straddles risotto’s groin like an emperor perched atop a   gilded throne ,   bruno displays a clear intent to descend even deeper into this   pit of desire ,   unconcerned with the fact that neither of them know just how much it will consume them .   it doesn’t matter ,   because they will be consumed together ,   mutually ,   swallowed by the same beast .   what could be more   enticing   than that ?? 

    “   a type ??   ”   he echoes ,   eyes incarnadine seeming to   glow   in the increasingly low light of the room .   “   no ,   that’s not it ,   ”   risotto’s tone vibrates beneath the protrusion of his adam’s apple ,   gaze trained on bruno just the same as a   hungry lion   studies his next meal .   “   i wouldn’t like you if you were easy ,   tesoro .   &   what you call a   threat ,   i call a warning   ━━━━   we both know my ability to make you submit is not so much a belief as it is a fact .   ”   

    he isn’t so distracted by bruno’s   wandering hand ,   for it takes little effort to discern its intent .   yet ,   when his throbbing cock is cupped in a firm warmth ,   even through the fabric of his pants ,   his breath hitches the slightest bit ,   a   primal urge   for relief pulsing at the back of his head .   his blood flow has been steadily redirecting this entire time ,   aligning with his   burgeoning arousal ,   for bruno had been correct in his assertion that risotto simply   cannot resist him ,   despite   years   spent conditioning his mind   &   body to convey as little humanity as physically possible .   of course he wants him ,   wants to be inside of him ,   wants to   ruin   him ;   by now ,   these desires are as innate to him as walking ,   blinking ,   breathing .   

    the   bolt of pleasure   prompts him to loosen his grip at the back of bruno’s head ,   risotto’s own cap slipping from where the other had placed it atop his crown of   beautifully sleek ,   dark hair   ━━━━   where risotto’s fingers rake through ,   rather than maintaining a fistful .   for now .   his breaths become slightly labored ,   passing quietly through slick ,   parted lips as bruno gets to work on his pants .   he welcomes the fleeting   ‘  kiss ,  ’   rewarding his lover for his initiative with a swipe of a hot tongue ,   the   ensuing proximity   of their mouths allowing risotto to   taste   the sweet sin dripping from bruno’s demands .   all the while ,   he’s taken the opportunity to debut a   new petname ;   one that elicits a   throb of arousal   at risotto’s core ,   where rippling muscle flexes with each heavy breath .

    “   aren’t you a brat ,   ”   risotto murmurs ,   fluttering breaths of amusement following the phrase that hardly leaves him as a question .   no answer is needed .   “   always so   hellbent   on getting your way   . . .   ”   the words leave him without   accusatory venom ,   rather ,   with a warm fondness that warbles in risotto’s throat ,   indicating with   unmistakable clarity   that he likes things this way .   i wouldn’t like you if you were easy .   then ,   the pressure of his belt releases ,   offering just enough relief to leave him   craving   more ;   by no means is the   monster   confined beneath the fly of his pants   &   the fabric of his briefs a   small one .   

    “   but you’re damn good at this game .   you know i won’t say no to you ,   ”   he can’t ,   really ,   but he doesn’t say as much aloud .   “   i’ll give you what you want ,   il mio angelo .   but it seems like there’s something you want to do first .   ”   he gestures toward his own pants with   none but his eyes ,   crimson irises flickering downward before darting back to bruno’s heavenly blues ,   a   hazy violet   birthed amid the intensity of   lustful glares .   “   speak of the devil ,   i don’t think it’s fully hard yet .   so if you want me to   do anything with it ,   you might have to fix that .   ”

The pulse that already existed in the rhythm of a hummingbird's wings quickens, oceanic blues peering from behind his eyelids as he absorbs the image below him. It’s far more than enticing, it’s captivating just as it is otherworldly, a forbidden fruit that he alone would savor. Risotto was a man that many feared, and while Bruno was wise to WHY, he often disregarded it. The echoes of their shared pasts, painted in shades of crimson, bound them together in ways that transcended the visible stains on their hands. Each scarlet drop, washed away by the currents of time, lingered as a mark for those wise enough to recognize their shared history. Despite their differences, Bruno couldn't help but feel a connection with Risotto that transcended any other lovers in his past. Both held the burden of a harsh reality and the chance to share moments and experiences on such a level provided solace like nothing else. Considering their similarities, Bruno felt boundless empathy for Risotto. Bruno recognized that they shared humanity, no matter how different they were, and that was enough for him to accept the man beneath him.

❝ Premio ? ❞ The word is treated as a question, his head tilting as his lips part with faux curiosity, an innocence held in his eyes despite everything that had led him to this moment. Though such words would never grace his tongue, he wonders the depths of hell the man below him has walked through. Bruno knows but a taste and thus the empathy is seeded so deep in his core for Risotto—and perhaps with his patience, nurturing nature, and light, he’d lead them to victory. A place where they could grow old together, get married, and begin a life they had dreamed of in the depths of their being. Bruno knows such thoughts are….excessive but he feels them deeply. It took but one hit for him to grow attached to Risotto, but he maintains the composure they had grown into, keeping quiet about all his dreams outside of their sexual escapades. . .but perhaps this business trip could provide the relief for his caged heart? Perhaps. . .He could ask Risotto to be his?

The tone wrapped in a velvety deepness perks a brow, Bruno’s black lips pulling to allow a devious smile to grace his features only for him to feign shock at Risotto’s mention of his blush. The desire to bark back nearly consumes him but such attitude is silenced the instant warmth finds his features. Bruno leans into the touch, his lips providing soft kisses to the darker male’s wrist, his eyes refusing to falter as he sits patiently on top of Risotto. Though he maintains composure his eyes express something far more devious. As a thumbpad is pressed to his lips he obliges fully, taking it into his mouth slowly as he dares not break eye contact. A wet tongue brushes against the digit slowly as he sucks in slow intervals, his hips continuing to roll to drive the man beneath him insane. The sound that leaves Risotto causes a heavy breath to leave him, rocking his core as he groans in response. The moment the thumb leaves his lips he’s nearly panting in need as he’s forced closer—part of him had hoped for a kiss but when such is denied for such heinous words his eyes are wide, his warm breaths finding Risotto’s visage as his face gradually settles to one of need.

❝. . .and yet you still want to be inside of me. ❞ The retort is delivered with patience, the desire obvious on his visage. ❝. . .Or is it that you just have a type ? ❞ It’s clear Bruno refuses to back down despite the soft kisses he had provided moments ago. ❝ If you think you are going to threaten me into submission you are severely mistaken. I’m not an easy victory and if you believe you can make me beg perhaps you should do it instead of running your mouth.❞ Though a hand grips his head in place his body shifts so that his hand can slide down Risotto’s torso, finding its place on top of the bulge in his pants, and the instant Bruno does he moves his face a bit further (withstanding any ‘pain’ from the grip) so that he could allow his tongue to slide against Risotto’s cheek before he pulls back to alleviate the tension, ❝ As for what I want. . .❞

❝⸻Rovinami. . .❞ An unspoken need is held in his eyes at the stare into glowing red hues before him as his own hands move to begin undoing Risotto’s belt buckle. ❝. . .Consumami as if you haven’t feasted in centuries.❞ Dustings of rose find his features once more as his tongue reaches to slide against Risotto’s lip in the hope he’d manage to touch the other’s tongue as the belt is tugged at with urgency. ❝ Use me, carissimo. In the way, only you can because I know you want this as badly as I do. If you deny me, you are only denying yourself, and let it be known. . .SHOULD you deny me. . .I will never forget it, il mio mostro.❞ The title is whispered sweetly as the belt buckle finally opens and once more Bruno adjusts to straddle Risotto’s thigh, his own throbbing erection rubbing against the muscle from it’s prison of fabric. Slender digits trace his waistline slowly. ❝⸻So what’s it going to be ? Don't keep me waiting. ❞ Expectations are presented with a furrowed brow, his lips parted as a finger tugs at the hemline of Risotto’s pants. 

[sweetkpopmusings]

stray kids as love letter confessions <3

a/n: i said that a quote about love was hyunjin-coded and got the urge to write out how stray kids would confess their love. this is short and sweet, but let me know if you want something more! pics not mine <3

content: fluff, romance | wc: 0.6k | warnings: none really! | pairing: stray kids x gn!reader | requests: open

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

chan♡‧₊˚

for the longest time, i felt like i needed to stay busy. i was always running toward something, chasing after the next achievement, creating goal after goal, searching for fulfillment. when i met you, it was like i took a deep breath for the first time. you are my sense of peace. you are my place of rest, my solace, my comfort. i can never say thank you enough. please let me be the one to help you breathe easy. i love you.

minho♡‧₊˚

there are so many different ways to say it, and the simplest version is that i care about you. anything i can do to ensure you are cared for is something i’ll do with great pride. i’ll always peel fruit for you, lend you my coat on the coldest days, offer you a safe place from the rest of the world, and be there whenever and wherever you need me. i’m sorry i can’t think of anything original to say on the matter, but i’ll keep trying. i’ll always care for you, my dear, because i love you.

changbin♡‧₊˚

when i look at you, i realize that all that i have was lacking something important before. my life is rich, and i am so grateful, but everything became more meaningful after you became a part of my life. you are critical to everything i have because it is worth so much more now that i can share it with the person that matters the most to me. you have all of me. i love you more than anything and everything. 

hyunjin♡‧₊˚

you captivate me. even if i attempted to create something new every day for the rest of my life, i don’t think i could find the words or images powerful enough to portray the way you have enchanted me. you changed how i see the world, how i experience life, for the better. i’ll never stop trying to explain the magnitude of what you make me feel because i love you, endlessly. 

jisung♡‧₊˚

knowing you, i finally understand what soulmates are. only something as magical as fate can explain our connection. whether we’re tied by a red thread or written in the stars, i truly believe we are meant to be. it is an unbelievable honor to have you in my life, and it is even more of a gift to be a part of yours. you inspire me. you ground me. i promise that i’ll choose you again and again and again. thank you for finding me. i love you.

felix♡‧₊˚

you are the brightest star in my eyes. when people call me “sunshine,” i think of you, because i have become warmer after basking in your light. thank you for shining in your own way. thank you for teaching me true happiness. i promise to be the best i can be, if only to see your radiant smile shine even brighter. you make everything around you glow. i love you, my star. 

seungmin♡‧₊˚

you are better than a dream come true. knowing you surpasses anything i could have imagined, and yet you are real, right here with me. what a surprise, what a delight it is to be with you! every love song must have been written about you, for i cannot think of anyone more deserving of such beautiful, tender love. you have my heart. i love you.

jeongin♡‧₊˚

i can’t say i’m good at expressing all of this, so i’ll state the obvious: i love you. my life is sweeter with you in it. the good times are more enjoyable, and the difficult times are easier to withstand, all because you are with me. as long as you let me, i will be by your side. i promise to always be there because you make me feel as though i'll never be alone again. thank you for everything. i love you. 

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[neocitycafe]

Nightwatch (Mark)

♡ genre: ginger tea - sageuk/historical; a little bit of everything--romantic fluff, soft smut, light angst

✎ words: 7.5k

✓ summary/notes: Mark Lee, loyal guard to the crown prince, unexpectedly meets court nurse!reader in a palace where everyone has dreams a little bigger than their roles seem to allow. Featuring small appearances by other NCT members: prince Jaemin, illustrator Renjun, royal physician Doyoung, and more. Inspired in part by Neo Zone’s “Kick It” concept.... (a few extended thoughts here) Enjoy!!

P.S. I realize that the name “Mark” is out of place for a historical Korean setting… Please imagine that there’s some sort of inside joke or creative story where Lee Minhyung’s nickname became Mark :P @nctsworld tagging you, cee! thank you for the endless fun chatter and fangirling every day, and for the real encouragement too, through the years.

˚·̩̩̥͙‧⁺˚*･༓☾　One: Medicine at Midnight　☽༓･*˚⁺‧·̩̩̥͙˚

When you sneak into the herbal pantry room at half past midnight, the last thing you expect is someone else already there, rummaging through the musty drawers. A lone candle casts strange shadows dancing between the herb sachets hanging from the ceiling.

Holding your breath, you map out the fastest path back to where you slept. You had waited until your fellow court nurses were sound asleep, tiptoed past Doyoung’s quarters and his light snoring, and followed slivers of moonlight on the familiar floorboards.

You turn to make your escape, but it’s too late. The person in the room spins around and blows out the candle lighting the room. He pins you against the wall and sends the surrounding room into dizzying darkness.

“What are you doing here?” His voice is low and commanding, and his body is held like a string strung taut, ready to meet its target. As your eyes adjust to the dimness, you find that he’s wearing all black. Gold threads swirl into the figure of a dragon, glimmering softly across his chest. He must be a royal guard. You’d never spoken to one before. “Who are you? And what are you doing here?” He repeats himself and tightens his hold around your wrist.

You whisper your name, keeping your head bowed. “I- I work here, sir. Nurse under royal physician Kim Doyoung.”

“Ah, I’m sorry. Lee Mark. Eastern Palace.” You look up to meet shining eyes and a face softer than the voice it held. For a moment, you’re mesmerized. In his eyes, stars twinkle with a youthful wonder that you didn’t expect to discover there. You realize your position and cast your gaze downwards again.

Mark takes in your lashes, the quiver in your lip, the loose white cotton wrapped around your shoulders. He draws a quick breath. You must be the one. The court nurse Prince Jaemin keeps talking about. The one who brews seemingly magical healing drafts and whose laugh is like a breeze on a hot summer’s day. Noticing your proximity and your lack of proper attire, he backs away and the warmth of his hands leaves you.

You’re grateful the palace guard doesn’t question further about why you are here for medicine in the middle of the night. But to direct attention elsewhere… “And may I ask what brings you at this hour, naeuri?”

He smiles sheepishly before pushing back his right sleeve, revealing several cuts and a scabbing elbow. “It hurts just a bit.” His voice is sweeter now, almost innocent. “Doyoung said I could let myself in and put something on to help with this. As long as I tell him what exactly I took. I didn’t know we’d finish training so late after hours.”

It looks like it hurts more than a bit. You wonder if they are battle scars, but you save the questions. You find a small bowl of water, the correct ingredients for a salve, and fresh linen to clean and dress the wounds. Mark expects to wince when you press down on his arm but instead, a feeling of cool spreads through his elbow.

Maybe it’s the quiet of the night and tight space that makes Mark feel like he can let down his guard and trust you with anything. “Actually, I got like this tripping on my own feet this morning. Nothing heroic. But don’t tell anyone. I’ll never hear the end of it if Donghyuck finds out.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t tell.” You laugh softly, and it does seem like a breeze on a warm day, Mark can’t help but think to himself. It reminds him of the lightness of his younger years, before palace life, duties, and always being on watch.

You almost share your secret too, with the way he smiles and asks about the cooling ointment, intrigued by how you made it. But after he leaves, you creep back to the medicine drawers. You take a fistful of what you were looking for and hide it in a pocket you’d sewn inside your skirts.

˚·̩̩̥͙‧⁺˚*･༓☾　Two: Night Watch Walks　☽༓･*˚⁺‧·̩̩̥͙˚

You try to drop a silver coin into Renjun’s palm, but he pushes your hand away.

“Please, no need! I promise I’ll get it to your mother.”

“It’s the home closest to the lake. My father’s usually fishing before dawn, but by midday he’ll stop by with lunch.” You keep rambling, and Renjun tsks impatiently but good-naturedly.

“I know how important this is to you.”

It’s not the first time Renjun is doing a delivery for you. He has also transcribed, illustrated, and read letters for you. He did this all under the guise of selling parchment pouches and bags needed for drying herbs, of course. He slips away with the setting sun.

Most of the nurses had wrapped up for the evening and withdrawn to their quarters early, glad for the extra rest. But your mind is a storm cloud. You’d seen firsthand how the queen barely recovered in time from her ailments last spring. You hope your father described your mother’s condition with accuracy and that the combination of herbs is correct. It was always dark when you picked them out of Doyoung’s drawers, relying on your muscle memory for where everything was stored. One ingredient is very rare and expensive, and you pray Renjun doesn’t get delayed, or worse, found out.

“Are you following me?” A voice shakes you, and you’re surprised to see Mark a few steps away across the courtyard. You had wandered with no destination and found yourself with the guard you met last week.

“No… Just taking a walk because I couldn’t sleep.” He nods in response. His eyes scan the surroundings and he keeps walking, but you feel him slow his gait for you.

“Well, I’m on night watch duty.”

“Then I’m on night watch duty too,” you reply.

“Oh, you are?”

“Yes, making sure you don’t trip over your own feet again.”

Mark stops and laughs. “It was a one time thing!”

“How’s the elbow?”

It has healed up nicely and the rest of your path around the Eastern Palace is spent getting to know Mark. You stay one step behind him, landing your foot where his shadow would’ve been in the day. There’s something comfortable about being together, and you almost forget about your worries. Mark’s voice is like gentle rain, a pitter-patter, interspersed with an occasional giggle, and you could listen to it forever.

Mark doesn’t trip once following the familiar route around the palace grounds. But he notices the beating of his heart, faster than usual for the pace he was walking.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

You find yourself walking with Mark the next night, and the one after the next. It’s like your feet are naturally pointed towards him. You learn that Mark enjoys writing and poetry. He sometimes gets lost in his thoughts. His nose gets scrunched up in an endearing way when he’s too focused on something. He is skilled with his hands, especially with shooting arrows, but a bit clumsy with everything else. You are impressed that Mark is part of multiple units in the palace, and you admire how upright and hardworking he is. He makes you want to strive to be a better person yourself. You understand why he was selected as one of the crown prince’s closest guards.

“If you enjoy language and writing, maybe you can become an author and publish some poems?”

Mark shakes his head. “I have one job for life. Protect the prince, the palace, the city.”

“But what if you could?”

Mark wants to tell you he has started writing more in the past few weeks. Late at night, when he can’t stop thinking about you. Instead, what he says is, “But you know I can’t.”

“Alright then…” You would come back to this but you change the subject for now. “I was wondering, is Prince Na as handsome as the court ladies say he is?” Mark’s eyes become comically round at your question.

“I hope you were about to say he’s even more handsome than they say he is?”

It’s dark out, but the sweeping royal blue of the crown prince’s clothing is hard to miss. You freeze and hold a deep bow, but Jaemin waves it away, as if dismissing the formalities. His smile is swoonworthy, if you’ve ever seen one that fits that description. The corners of his eyes crinkle in mischief.

“I need a word with you,” the prince nods towards Mark, and you bow three more times, backing away.

Mark waits until you are out of earshot, the anxieties surfacing unbidden. Did Jaemin have his eyes set on you? Mark pictures you with lavish gifts that only a crown prince could afford. Or better yet, the prince could grant you status and freedom, he could support a large, happy, growing family—

“What is she like?” Jaemin’s question breaks his thoughts. And then all the things that Mark loves about you come rushing to his mind.

“Yes, well, she is very bright. And genuine. Kind of daring. Creative. So funny sometimes, even when she doesn’t mean to be. Carefree, beautiful… very beautiful.” Mark gushes almost reverently before realizing he may have misspoke. Prince Jaemin liked to keep it casual, but Mark wanted to show his due respect. “Um, she is a loyal servant to the kingdom,” he tacks on lamely at the end, trying to sound more professional.

“Be happy.” Jaemin’s words are loaded with meaning, and he grins at Mark’s eyebrows raised in surprise. “It’s a royal command.”

Mark isn’t sure, but he thinks his long-time friend sounds resigned beneath it all. Despite Jaemin’s smile, he could tell that it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

You see, Na Jaemin had many things: a seal that dictated the law of the land, fine teas from the east, sweet tangerines from Jeju island, the smoothest of silk robes, and more. But the privilege to love? Not something he could place a stamp on, taste, or touch.

He wants to ask you, the miracle court nurse, is there not a draught that makes the heart a little lighter? A concoction to soothe the soul? But for now, it satisfies him to make the romance of those around him blossom. He smiles at Mark’s giddy expression, the image of one of the sharpest palace guards now bashful, shy, and in love.

˚·̩̩̥͙‧⁺˚*･༓☾　Three: Holiday　☽༓･*˚⁺‧·̩̩̥͙˚

You’re shaking while staring at the letter in your hands. You can’t read your father’s script, but Renjun assures you the message says your mother is now feeling much better. They followed your exact directions and her fever broke the next day. Renjun smiles as you tuck the paper away. He had always loved painting. As a child, he found scraps of parchment and spent hours recreating the world with strokes of ink. But his family’s paper-making business needed his support, and he put his passion aside as a hobby. Being able to illustrate your instructions and messages feels like a dream come true he never knew he could achieve. He has a chance to paint the fine lines of sesame leaves, the mixed white and yellow blossoms of crown daisies, and the rough texture of milkwort root. You thank Renjun profusely, telling him he’s a lifesaver with his artwork, and you exchange the next secret package and note. A neighbor’s baby has been colicky and you recommend a tummy-friendly catmint and fennel tea.

You know it is wrong to take from the royal physician’s storage, but these things aren’t being used. You can’t help the elation bubbling up in your chest knowing that people were feeling better because of what you were trying.

“What’s got you in such a good mood?” You look up at the familiar voice. You want to gush all about it. It’s not that you don’t want to share with him. But Mark is so good, so honest. He waits until you finish your duties to invite you on night time walks now. With him, it’s always responsibilities first. You make sure the fire’s out, the lid covering the stone pot completely, before following him towards the Eastern Palace pond.

“Well, it’s my holiday tomorrow! I’m visiting my home, the fishing village by Resonance Lake!” While not the exact reason, this is true, and it is cause for your joy. It’s one of your few days off for the year, granted in exchange for your service to the kingdom.

“Ah, I see.” You notice that wistfulness tinges his voice. “Jisung said that there’s supposed to be a full moon tomorrow night. I was hoping to see it with you. But of course, you can see it from where you’ll be too!”

You feel your cheeks heat up at the comment. You want to tell him that seeing the full moon together sounds lovely, and you’ll be sure to return to the palace before the Western Gate closes for the night. But he’s being called away by another guard, ending your walk abruptly. He gives you a small nod and then you watch as Mark speeds away like an arrow, silent and unswerving.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Home is running into open arms, tearing up when your father tells you you’re his pride, and holding your mother’s weak hand. Her health has improved dramatically, but she still needs rest, so she sends you out to the market to enjoy the sunshine on her behalf. Your father kept one of his best catches from the morning instead of selling it, and you promise to fetch the freshest vegetables to complement it for dinner.

While the town market does not carry the fine ingredients for a king’s many side dishes, it does have the goods that local commoners scrounge up to barter and trade. Seasonal wild greens, mushrooms and roots of all kinds, fresh and dried. Just thinking of the colors and scents has your mind drawing connections. Bean sprouts for soup, maybe some bellflower root to boost immunity...

Someone steps in front of you, and you almost knock into their chest. Instead of his black guard’s outfit, it’s a jewel-toned hanbok he’s dressed in and a commoner’s hat shielding his shining eyes from the sun. With high cheekbones ready to rise with his laughter, he looks so dashing you think you may be daydreaming.

“Mark!” He breaks into the hugest grin. “How are you here... Are you following me?”

“Nope. Just taking a walk because I couldn’t sleep.” He gives you the most dramatic wink, and you laugh because it’s midday and you’ve never seen him like this. “Actually, I took a holiday today too.” Prince Jaemin was more than happy to authorize it, as long as Mark helped him sneak out for a day of fun too. (He took off with another guard, Lee Jeno.)

Mark lets you pull him along through the merchant stalls and he claps along to the beat of traveling pansori performers, happy to shed his usual role and responsibilities. He becomes just a young man with the lovely one he wants to pursue.

The youthful wonder in his eyes is back, and when he sees the way your eyes light up too, his heart wants nothing more than to be the reason. He plays point-and-learn encyclopedia with you and all that you see.

“What are those funny things?”

“Ginger, silly. But I like to get them from another lady. And these are eggs, you know. The thing you have for breakfast sometimes.”

“I know what eggs look like! I can cook them!”

“Debatable.”

He pouts and points at some whole grains. “What about those?”

“These are good for your digestion.” You place a hand on your stomach as if to demonstrate. He points to the next row, curious about the bottles of dark liquid kept in the shade. “Ah, eel extract. That’s good for…” You gesture a bit lower and he gawks.

“What?!”

“At least that's what I heard. Want to try?” He shakes his head quickly and you think you hear him mutter, “Don’t need that…”

The ginger seller is chatting with another customer about unrest in the east, and Mark tilts his head in interest. His visit to town in regular garb is not without a mission after all. He gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze. His eyes have dimmed to something more serious, but with the softness of an apology. “Hey, can I find you after dinner?”

You nod, understanding his signals. “Okay, the lake. By the last house, around the corner of the village.”

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Mark is true to his word. You’ve only made yourself comfortable in the grass looking out to the lake for a few minutes when he joins you, plopping himself down.

You can tell he doesn’t want to talk about his work, so you don’t pry. Instead, you let him ask all the questions. You share memories of swimming in the lake when you were young, the first time you gathered berries from the forest outside of the palace and almost got lost, how you wish to sneak out to see the cosmos flowers next autumn. You conclude that it seems like your penchant for trying new things always gets you into trouble. Mark reassures you that they do make for marvelous stories though.

“Remember when we talked about how I’d be a writer if I had the chance to do anything? How about you?”

“Me?” You pause, eyes following the ringed patterns left by dragonflies touching the still water. “I’d become the best physician. Even better than Kim Doyoung.” It’s exhilarating to say it out loud.

“You want to take his place as head royal physician?”

“Oh. No, not in the palace.”

“Then where?”

“I don’t know.” You’d never allowed yourself to dream what you wanted any further. You turn back to gaze in the direction of the town, thoughts drifting towards the bustle of the market earlier in the day.

“I think you’d be amazing.” Mark’s voice brings you back.

“I’m not amazing now?”

“That you are too.” He transforms your joke into sincerity, just like that. It’s his turn to pause this time, and you move to face him. His breath warms your cheek with how close you are, and his eyes are brimming with something that you can’t name. “I… I’ve come to care for you,” he confesses. He takes your hand in his.

It’s love. It’s adoration. It’s a little fear for what may come. It’s hope. It’s desire.

You lace your fingers together and Mark feels that his heart may burst. “I care for you too, Mark.”

The full moon rises, but both of you are too busy to notice tonight.

˚·̩̩̥͙‧⁺˚*･༓☾　Four: The Space Above the Library　☽༓･*˚⁺‧·̩̩̥͙˚

“Where are we going?” Mark’s tugging you off course from the path you usually walk.

“A secret!”

“What about your duties?”

“It’s Yeongho’s turn for the night watch. He’s the One Two Seven squad captain, and he says we need to rethink the security. Something about northeastern borders. This way.”

One moment you’re outside, at the back of the palace library, and the next Mark has leapt on top of the roof. He reaches down and lifts you with surprising ease. You hang on, letting out a squeak and hooking your arms around his neck as he holds you snug against his chest. He carries you further upwards and you close your eyes tight, trusting him. After a few more minutes of lurching and movement, you feel Mark settle down. Could you be on the rooftop? He places you in his lap, your back against his chest.

“Whoa, where’d you learn to scale buildings like that--?” The question dies on your lips as you open your eyes to look out to the view spanning before you. Mark tightens his arms around you.

From this vantage point above the library, your eyes follow the path of a crane as it takes flight from the palace pond. It glides upwards towards the western gate where the sun has already set with colors between lavender and forget-me-nots and into the forests. And further, the expanse of N City beyond the palace gates unfolds, lights glittering like fireflies. A river courses into a lake, the lake by your home that looks like a tear-shaped puddle from this distance. The stars are rising and Mark kisses your hair. The moment is perfect.

“Oh, I got something for you,” you tell him, trying to sound laid back. An excited anticipation bubbles up in your voice anyway. You turn in Mark’s hold so you’re facing him and straddling his lap, and you try not to notice how he has trouble shifting into a comfortable position. From Mark’s perspective, you’re very close and warm. He makes a poor attempt at composing himself and keeps one arm around your back, his free hand taking the little package you fish out of your pockets.

Renjun had said he could loan you one of his old ones from home, but you insisted he find you a new one and a nice one at that. It cost more of your allowance than it should, but Mark’s curious expression is worth more than every bright coin you owned.

He slowly unrolls the ink brush from its cloth wraps, jaw dropping in silence, admiring the smooth wooden handle and soft bristles. “For all the stories you will tell,” you breathe softly.

Mark’s mind is often filled with so many words, but right now he is rendered speechless. He carefully places the gift into a pocket of his own and draws you in to thank you with his lips.

The kiss starts sweet and strong like steaming honey citron tea, deepening when Mark tilts his head and brings his hands up to hold your face. When he tastes you with his tongue, it’s like the world around you fades to night and he is the only light you see. Mark shivers as you card your fingers through his hair. You lean in so you’re as close as possible, feeling aware of every part of you that’s touching, the heat blooming between you, his unmistakable excitement now pressing into you, and your hearts beating rapidly.

You tug on his collar, wanting to trail your kisses down the column of his neck and further, but Mark untangles himself from you and holds you at a distance. He swallows thickly. “I am a man of honor. Let me wed you first.”

“Mark, bed me…” You barely believe the words coming out of your own mouth, but you know you want him desperately. “Please.”

At your plea, his eyes grow wide, and then they narrow, swirling with desire. He makes a noise between a chuckle and a groan and moves to get to his feet. For a moment, a pang of rejection creeps into your chest, but Mark reaches for your hand to help you up too. He can’t believe how easy it is for him to give in to you, but he knows he wants you too, with his whole heart. “Come on then!” His smile is boyish and free, and you are quick to follow, treading carefully along the eaves and through a well-disguised door at the side of the roof. With you, Mark feels all the straight lines he has built up loosening into the loops and curls of ribbons. For you, he dares to step out for a new adventure.

Mark’s space above the library is plain. You spot a few scrolls and stacks of books, and you wonder whether his thoughts and writing fill the pages. You wonder what kinds of stories he has been reading lately. But those are questions for later. You fall first into the place where he sleeps and pull again at the fabric of his collar, until he’s almost lying on top of you. Mark is careful with his weight, holding himself up on his palms by your face, and he pauses to ask, “Do you trust me?”

“Completely.”

You try to pull Mark’s top off, but the sleeves get caught on his elbows, and you both giggle, momentarily breaking the heady rush you were in. Once he has peeled off the rest of his guard’s uniform, you stare unabashedly at how lean and toned he is beneath his clothing. With you, Mark realizes he doesn’t feel shy or embarrassed. He feels free to be goofy, to make mistakes, to be himself. He appreciates how you eagerly touch him. You trace a star-shaped scar on his chest and kiss the tiny moles on the side of his neck and near the corner of his lips.

There are too many knots and ribbons tied in a hanbok, Mark grumbles aloud. You shake with laughter because really, it’s more complicated to put on and pretty easy to remove. Slowly, he loosens the bow on your chest, admiring every part of you revealed, kissing your skin reverently, before pulling at the one around your waist and marveling more at the wonder of you.

It’s a bit drafty and cold when you’re unwrapped and bare under him, but Mark’s lips are soon emblazoned along your jaw, your neck, your shoulders. His fingers are hot as they dance across your skin, down your sides and dipping below, between your thighs and finding your desire for him evident. He reaches lower and trails a fingertip along your inner thigh. His touch is slow and light, drawing upwards toward your center. You realize he’s writing something on your skin when he whispers “love you” close to your ear, sealing the words into your heart. Mark’s finger trails upwards along your other thigh, tracing shapes and lines. And this time, he says “forever.”

Mark knows you’re eager and ready for more, so he lets you help guide his hand until he’s at the perfect spot. He begins to draw circles earnestly where you want him, watching you intently as you sigh in pleasure.

“Good?”

“Mm-hmm. Very.” You extend the “very” and your eyes flutter closed at the feeling. Mark’s so good as a person, as a friend, as a lover, that you’re almost overwhelmed by it all. He spells out his love for you, over and again.

When you reach for him after some time, longing to please him too, Mark simply moves his hands to hold yours in his own. He presses his body down closer to slide his length against you without entering you, and the both of you moan at the friction and new sensations. Heat courses through you, warm in your belly, right down to your toes, and back to your core again as he moves against you. Back and forth he rocks, your fingers clasping his more tightly, stars spinning above you, until you’re coming, coming undone beneath him, chanting his name. Mark slows down until you’ve caught your breath. He untangles his hands from yours to reach up and smooth the hair from your forehead.

“Will you have me?” You lift your hips in response to his question, digging your fingertips into his back, pulling him close.

“I’m yours.”

You let out a gasp as Mark presses the head of his cock into you. He’s careful and tender, kissing your breath away before moving to push in all the way. With effort, you open your eyes to look up into his. You hold each other and behold each other, connected from beginning to end. He drags along your warmth, languid and loving, and dives back in again.

Mark could write verses, he could write volumes, he could write songs about you.

˚·̩̩̥͙‧⁺˚*･༓☾　Five: Embroidery Needles　☽༓･*˚⁺‧·̩̩̥͙˚

Kim Doyoung immediately reports the missing contents of his storage shelves. Rose hips, cinnamon bark, and licorice root. Not to mention, the garlic, gingko, ginger, even ginseng! The contents that had vanished far outweighed what the palace guards who occasionally dropped in without notice could take. At first he thought it may be just that, but completing his personal annual inspection revealed otherwise. In retrospect, you should have known that Doyoung would be the type to measure and catalog all of his work. Perhaps you were getting too carried away in your fantasies, distracted by the romance of your dreams.

Doyoung doesn’t mean to be an exacting person; he is just an exact person. But he wasn’t always this way. The voices in his memories remind him why.

“Must’ve wasted them, feeding it to those beasts he keeps!”

“That little thief. Always thought he looked different from everyone else.”

“Glad he and his family were exiled.”

Hot tears well up just remembering it, and Doyoung bites the inside of his cheek to keep the anger down. His best friend in his younger years. Lee Taeyong. Taeyong who cared so much for life, for animals, large and small. Taeyong who once placed a tiny green frog in Doyoung’s palm. It scared Doyoung half to death, but Taeyong kept going on about how cute it was. When the queen’s herbal remedies had gone missing, there were no records kept at the time. The scheming political officials were quick to separate themselves from the situation, shifting blame on the innocent. Taeyong, their scapegoat, was branded as a thief and banished to hard labor. Doyoung vowed to catch the actual culprits next time. He would take careful notes and calculated steps if he needed to. He rose in the ranks as head physician over the years, hoping he could one day gain the power or connections to exonerate his friend.

Word travels to the crown prince about trouble with one of the court nurses stealing from the physician’s storeroom. Naturally, word gets to one the crown prince’s closest guards too.

Mark wants to understand, but he can’t afford to. His role is to guard the prince, and his team needs his complete focus and commitment, especially now. He had shown you his everything. His favorite spot to watch the sun set, his corner above the library, his innermost thoughts, his whole being. The hurt and betrayal felt bitter like poison. He thinks back to your chance encounter which he so treasured in his memories, now tainted with the thought that you might have been in the act of stealing that very night. His brows furrow and he doesn’t notice how tightly his jaw is clenched. He’s torn between following the rules which condemn you as a thief and siding with his personal knowledge of what you are like. He wants to talk with you, but he can’t seem to find you in all the usual spots. And now he hardly has the time to look for you with his new schedule. The palace guards have ramped up on meetings, and he’s exhausted from splitting time between all the units he’s in. Jungwoo’s sword nearly nicks his neck when Mark realizes how far his thoughts had wandered. The more he aches, the further he pushes into his training, exerting the pent up emotion in combat practice.

Prince Na, having lost his sister to spies from a neighboring kingdom in childhood, had no room for deceitfulness. It was merciful enough that Doyoung would be the one to deal with you directly.

“Sir, I… I’m sorry I tried making something new and overcooked it and threw it out. I’m willing to make up for it. I also got some of the ingredients mixed up. I’ll wash up all the bowls for the next month. I’ll gather the roots too! I promise, I--”

“I don’t need your excuses. I thought better of you.”

You hate to admit it, but his words stung. Doyoung had been like a mentor to you.

Doyoung knew you never mixed up the ingredients though. He knew you could probably identify them without even seeing them. And your new concoctions often became the best remedies, never failures. As much as he was angry, he was not one to be cruel. After probing further and finding no other double-dealing plots or secret orders you were following, he lets out a long sigh and tells you his next orders.

You should have been grateful that you weren’t sentenced to something more serious, but you would rather lose your bi-annual rice stipend than this. Or reorganize all the drawers to the picky head physician’s standards. Instead, you are relegated to beginning embroidery. Embroidery! Not allowed near the food or medicine, and in a completely opposite wing of the palace. Doyoung warns you that all the guards are informed and will be watching you.

Oh but there is one palace guard who must not want to see you. Since the news broke, you haven't seen him anywhere. No night time walks, definitely no night time views, only emptiness in your chest and no place to run.

Would Mark misunderstand that you were only skin deep with him? You know that isn’t it, but you also know you broke his trust. You are a thief, no matter the intentions, but you feel a tangled mix of shame, anger, frustration, and a sense of powerlessness that you cannot unravel. You think it might be better for him not to be associated with you after all. You wonder if he regrets meeting you.

You have to ignore the many new inquiries that Renjun tries to deliver to you, telling him it’s no longer safe to make the exchanges. Worry creases his brows when even his beautiful new drawing of the cosmos field you want to visit one day brings no change in emotion to your face.

You do your best to pore into your daily tasks, but it’s monotonous work, embroidery, with nothing more exciting than occasionally pricking yourself with a needle. You curse under your breath.

But what hurts most, perhaps, is the blank expression and emptiness in his eyes the one time you finally do catch sight of each other across a hallway. It’s brief, like two strangers passing. And as you haul bolts of silk upon your shoulder, you will yourself to think that it’s the burden of the weight and the sharp-pointed embroidery needles. Actually, you are quite certain what hurts most.

˚·̩̩̥͙‧⁺˚*･༓☾　Six: Fire　☽༓･*˚⁺‧·̩̩̥͙˚

It’s that nightmare again. You’re falling from the library’s rooftop and into a bottomless lake. Mark’s sparkling eyes turn wounded, guarded, cold. What happens next is plunging into utter darkness and a numbing freeze taking over your limp body. But this time, the dream takes a turn. The waters around you swirl, sweltering hot, and start closing in. Instead of a deafening silence, voices are screaming. You try to decipher what they are saying, kicking to tread water and struggling to stay afloat.

“To the West Gate! To the West Gate!”

You jolt awake. The commotion of your dreams collides with reality. You piece together the hazy outline of Doyoung’s figure past the doorway amidst smoke and chaos. He’s shouting instructions, pushing people in one direction. The palace is under attack.

Crawling on your knees and holding a sleeve over your nose and mouth, you make it to the courtyard. White-gray ash and embers flicker through the air and you fight to breathe. You can’t see anything for a moment, but the wind picks up, carrying the thick smoke away. You turn to take in your surroundings and you stop in your tracks at what you find. In the exact opposite direction to the throngs of courtesans fleeing, an orange glow is consuming the Eastern Palace and the library right next to it, dark plumes of smoke billowing out.

The words of love, of history, tales of wonder, poetry and promises. Burning.

There’s nothing you can do but to cry out, “Mark!” Your lungs burn, and you struggle to stand to your feet and shove against the bodies of those trying to escape. “Mark!”

The singing of arrows across the air brings your focus sharply back to your feet on the ground and you find that you are being pushed along with the crowds, dragged towards the West Gate. And then you are running, into the forest, aimless, with tears streaming down your cheeks.

˚·̩̩̥͙‧⁺˚*･༓☾ Seven: Healing, Again ☽༓･*˚⁺‧·̩̩̥͙˚

The bitter, earthy scent of herbal infusions fills the temporarily transformed gisaeng house where you are working. Several of the women are already well versed in medical care, and all are ready to help. The house sits in the center of N city, near the market, an area easy to access and luckily, untouched by fire and the following destruction.

Days feel like weeks and weeks feel like days with the new routine you suddenly find yourself in. Early morning rounds with cool compress cloths to treat the ones with burns, gathering the berries and calendula flowers before the sun got too hot, brewing teas in the afternoon, a hurried supper so you can continue your work before it got too dark.

The time is long, but the moon has grown from waning crescent to waxing gibbous again before you know it, with the many people that come and go after receiving the care they need. The citizens are healing, gaining strength to rebuild again.

It’s late one evening when you see from the corner of your eye, an unmistakable design on a visitor entering. Midnight black, silky fabric with the emblem of a dragon. The ladle in your hand clatters to the floor and you pull up your skirts to run to the entrance.

As you get closer, yes, it’s the gold embroidery, yes, it’s the palace uniform. But he’s taller in stature. He’s not the one you’re looking for. Your steps come to a slow stop. Jaehyun recognizes you immediately and is equally quick to spare you of the suspense.

“We haven’t seen him yet.”

When your knees give out, he holds onto you and lets your tears soak his clothing.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

It is a bizarre sight to see the crown prince enter town, not supported on a fancy palanquin but on the arms of Doyoung and Jeno, all in commoners’ clothing. You’re on the side of the street when you spot them, and you freeze in place before remembering to bow deeply. Jeno motions you to straighten. There’s no need to reveal identities, he whispers into your ear. Nodding with understanding, you help them to the house and find the nearest available space for Prince Na.

Word had spread that a powerful shaman was practicing in the center of town, but Doyoung had an idea of who that might be. He shares this with you with the slightest of gummy smiles. It took them a tumultuous journey to hide and travel safely, and it would take too much time to tell the tale. The prince’s health needs more immediate help first. You’re grateful the lost prince is alive, if not well, but the questions snowball in your mind, a thousand desperate thoughts begging to be answered. How did they escape? Did he survive too? But Doyoung explains the prince’s condition, symptoms, and what they’ve tried so far, and you need to pay utmost attention. Jaemin must have inhaled a large amount of smoke. His breathing is weak. He’s unable to speak. You fetch a jar of honey water to help with calming his cough and think of a few things that may reduce the swelling that must be inside his chest.

You learn from Jeno that the One Two Seven Squad is regathering. Though he doesn’t share many details, you read between the lines that what had happened was an unsuccessful coup. You hull soybeans while you talk, using low voices to avoid bothering the patients in your care, the water sloshing and providing cover for the classified information. Prince Na is asleep now, but Jeno’s gaze is fixed on him as he speaks.

Though the city is safe for now, he and the others are still on high alert. They would keep Prince Na hidden until they strategize their next move. You remember that Jeno used to train with Mark when they were younger, so you finally gather your courage to ask whether he heard any news, heart thumping hard.

“Ah, Mark… We parted ways just a few days ago.” Jeno’s voice always holds the most even, balanced tone. You can’t decipher what that meant.

“Parted ways?”

“Yes, he said he had somewhere he needed to visit.” You breathe out the breath that you had been holding, relief washing over you.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

If he could put it simply, you are a vision. Mark made his way back to the city in sorrow and disappointment, to where he knew his colleagues would bring the prince, not knowing it would lead to you. He had thought he lost you, just as you had thought you’d lost him.

Your back is to him, but he could identify your shadow anywhere. You have one palm against your forehead and the other on a child’s, checking her temperature. They call it your healing touch, your intuition, your experience, or your willingness to try, but for Mark, he knows it’s all your heart. He regrets ever doubting your intentions. He thought he was serving the kingdom, but all along, you… you were truly serving its people.

Mark waits until you’ve finished your work for the night, not unlike many nights before, in a different setting that feels so long ago with the events that had transpired. He knows you’ve found your place at last. One without rigid roles and gates to keep you back. He only hopes that he can be by your side again.

After whispering instructions to the nurse taking the next shift, you wrap your arms around yourself and rub them up and down for some warmth. You’re about to start on a brisk night time walk outdoors to clear your thoughts when he leaps from the rooftop and into your line of sight.

You think you may be delirious. But you amble towards the figure of Mark anyways until you’re standing right in front of him. You open your mouth to say the first thing on your mind, a heartbroken “I’m so sorry” on the tip of your tongue, but Mark doesn’t let you finish your sentence. He throws an arm around you. And when you circle your arms around him tightly and lean into him too, he kisses you full on the lips. You relish in the feeling: passionate, bold, connected once more. You open up and let him in. Then gently, he draws back to kiss your eyelashes, wet with tears, only stopping to murmur, “It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m here. I’m sorry I took so long to return to you.”

You move to press closer into his embrace but look down to find his left arm in the way, poorly wrapped and held against his chest. He is the definition of a hero and a protector, and you want nothing more than to be his healing balm from now on. “Oh, Mark… I’ll make it better. I promise I’ll make it better.”

“You will. I know you will.”

You have many questions and Mark answers as you walk together, the moon shining brightly above.

“Where’d you go these last few days?”

“To the lake. To your home. I didn’t know where to find you.” You look up at Mark in wonder, and he pulls you closer with the arm around your waist.

“The roads have been restored?”

“Partly.”

“How… how are they?”

“Your parents and the villagers are safe. They… we… I thought you were gone.” It’s your turn to give him a squeeze. “We can send them a letter first thing tomorrow morning to let them know you are well too.”

“How’d you get hurt?” You start to inspect him, touching his shoulder gingerly and feeling the muscle in his upper arm.

He turns sheepish and glances away. “I actually tripped and fell on my arm when saying bye to your parents. It was very embarrassing. Please don’t tell anyone!”

You stop in your tracks and shake your head in laughter, glad it wasn’t too serious after all. Then you are pulling on his shirt collar so he knows what you want. “At least it wasn’t your writing arm, I guess.”

He’s glad too. And he knows there will be many stories to write about, with you. Mark leans in to close the distance again. Because sometimes, often-times, kisses are even better than words, and kisses heal even better than medicine at midnight.

˚·̩̩̥͙‧⁺˚*･༓☾ the end ☽༓･*˚⁺‧·̩̩̥͙˚

Thank you for reading! Hope your heart is full of love and wonder, and that you may dream a little past what you believe is possible.

Writing references: Joseon female physicians uinyeo | historical drama/sageuk vocab | korean herbs 1 & 2

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𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕖 𝕛𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕤 𝕟’𝕋𝕖𝕩𝕒𝕤 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕤

𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟡

Morning Kisses and Shitty Beer

♡ 𓃗 ♡

Pre! Outbreak Joel x horseback riding instructor f!reader

A/N: this chapter was honestly super fun to write. I love these two and we get to see a lot more of Sarah and Tommy in this chapter as well ♡

~word count: 5.1k~

Summary: Joel Miller, single father; total soft dad has an astronomically enormous crush on you, his daughters horseback riding instructor.

Warnings: fluff, flirting, light touching, something almost happens but Sarah interrupts, sexual tension between Joel and the reader, Tommy showing up unannounced and being his cheeky self, overall just super cute/sweet/feel good vibes throughout the whole chapter. Angst sprinkled in but it’s very minimum. (+18) minors dni!

blue jeans playlist:

Austin, Texas

Early mornings are always so peaceful. So calm, serene. Mornings in spring, and early summer, have always been your favorite. Now you think you might love them even more in a whole new light that has been speckled thoughtfully with Joel Miller. You’re still in a sleepy haze. Limbs placid, tangled in his warmth as soft sunbeams trickle through the billowing beige curtains. A warm breeze kisses your sun speckled skin. Your eyes are blissfully closed as soft breaths elicit past your lips. You become acutely aware of the strong, tan bicep wrapped firmly around your waist. His grip around you is firm, yet soft enough that if you wanted to slip free of his grasp, you could with ease. Not that you want to, of course. In fact, you’d be perfectly content to spend all day in bed with Joel. Your back is practically melted against his bare chest.

You fit together like two puzzle pieces, here under his sheets. His breath lightly tickles the soft hair on the back of your neck. He’s lightly snoring, and the bridge of his nose is firmly pressed against your skin. The soft coo of a Dorning Dove just outside his window distracts your thoughts momentarily as you melt further into his warmth.

Joel stirs beside you. He subconsciously tightens his grasp around your waist, mumbling something incoherent against your soft skin. His eyes flutter as his brain slowly begins to wake and he becomes aware that you’re here with him, in his bed, in his sheets. God, he is so lucky. That is the first thought that flashes through his mind. He is so lucky that you’re here with him now. You are so beautiful. A low hum vibrates deep in his chest as his lips lightly dance across your neck, nuzzling his nose further into you. He takes a deep inhale, exhaling warmly as goosebumps rise on your skin shortly after. “G’mornin’ darlin.’” He rasps. His voice is deep, sticky with sleep, and it is absolute heaven to your giddy ears.

“Good morning cowboy.” Your voice is even sweeter in the morning. Sugary sweet, sticky like molasses and honey. Joel is already praying that he gets to see you in the morning like this everyday.

He gently squeezes your waist. His fingertips lightly pressed against your skin as his lips lightly pepper slow, calculated kisses across your face. His lips ghost across yours momentarily as your hand finds purchase through his soft bed head curls. Threading your fingers through the silky tendrils as he finally kisses you. Your lashes flutter shut as his lips slot against yours. The kiss is short yet sweet. Delicate like the soft morning breeze.

His fingers dance across your exposed hip, and brush across the hem of his t-shirt resting along your stomach. He loves the way his shirt looks on you. His lips slowly detach from yours, and you finally see his eyes. They’re soft in the early morning light. Swirled in warm cinnamon as they look down at you in adoration. He’s propped up on his elbow with a sleepy grin on his face. You can’t help but brush your fingers across his stubble, cupping his jaw gently. His lips press a soft kiss to the underside of your fingertips, lightly nibbling on them.

“Did’ya sleep well baby?” He rasps while his fingers continue to gently brush across your skin.

“Mhm. Best sleep I've gotten in a while.” You have a light smile gracing your face, eyes filled with the same warmth as his.

“Yeah? M’happy to hear that. I think I could get used to this pretty quick. You here, in my bed, lookin’ so goddamn pretty. Got my heart clenchin,’ and it ain’t even half past 7.” He chuckles warmly.

Your heart swells, and you can’t help but gently coax his face towards yours and kiss him again. He hums against your lips as he gently slides his hand around your thigh, and drapes it across his hip. He catches the way your breath hitches in your throat as you kiss him deeper. Neither of you could care less about the apparent morning breath as your tongues tangle together. His breathing grows harder as he pulls you in closer to him. Chests flushed together, he can feel your nipples pebbled through his shirt. Only 2 thin pieces of fabric separate you two from feeling each other completely. It’s all so thrilling to be this close to him and your mind is already turning to mush.

Your hearts are racing as his fingertips grip tightly onto your thigh. He’s nearly pressing against you now as he mumbles against your locked lips. “This’okay? We don’t gotta—”

You steal the breath from his lungs as you search for his free hand. Once you find it, you gently grasp your hand around his and slip it under your shirt. His fingers just barely brush against the soft swell of your breasts when his dad's ears flicker on as soon as he hears Sarah’s bedroom door open down the hall.

He begrudgingly detaches his lips from yours, a string of saliva connects you both momentarily, before the moment has come to an end. He gives you an apologetic smile, brows furrowed into which you lean up and gently press a kiss between the furrowed creases.

You can both hear the soft padding of Sarah’s footsteps approaching the door.

“Hey, Dad? Are you awake?” She lets out a soft yawn. “Who’s car is that in the driveway?”

Joel cursed under his breath, turning his body so it’s facing the door. “Hey, kiddo. Yeah, I’m awake sweet pea. Who’s car is that in the driveway? Uh—it’s uh—it’s..” He’s stumbling over his words and you find yourself rubbing soothing circles into the skin on his bicep, pressing a feather light kiss to the back of his shoulder blades.

The realization hits Sarah seconds later as she lets out a giggle. “Oh my god, did she spend the night? Oh boy! Wait until uncle Tommy hears about this!” She says gleefully.

“Sarah! Don’t you dare and go tell uncle Tommy about this! sweet pea, I swear to god if you tell him!” Joel’s tone is light, and not in the least bit threatening. You can’t help but giggle against his skin, wrapping your arms around him from behind, hugging yourself to his back.

Sarah is in a fit of giggles now from the other side of the door. “Okay. Okay! I won’t tell uncle Tommy. I promise!”

Joel let out an audible sigh of relief as he sinks back into your embrace. He couldn’t help but lightly chuckle at the situation. Was he mad? Not in the slightest. “Thank you baby girl. I really appreciate it. We’ll be down in a minute and then I’ll make ya some breakfast, okay? Can you get the eggs and bacon from the fridge?”

“Do you want me to start the coffee pot as well?”

“Yes please. Thank you sweet pea.”

“No problem dad! Love you.” Sarah’s footsteps can be heard retreating down the hall.

“Love you too baby girl.” Joel let out an exasperated sigh as he fell back against you entirely. He nearly squished you as you let out a squeal as you both fall back into the mattress.

Laughter fills the small expanse of the room and after a few moments, he sits back up with his hands around yours. “Well, it’s a good thing I’ve taught my kid to not just barge into rooms unannounced, huh?”

You’re still hugging him tightly with your cheek pressed against his back. “That would have been a hard one to explain to her definitely.”

He hums, bringing your hands up to his lips as he pressed a soft kiss to the outside of your hand. “Think she’s just surprised cus’ I haven’t brought someone home with me in a really long time. Even when I did, they were always gone by the mornin.’”

“I’m sorry.” You whisper.

He turned his head slightly so he could look back at you. His eyes are stricken with concern as you meet his gaze. “What’re you sorry for darlin?’”

“I know what it’s like to wake up in an empty bed like that. It’s never fun. Even if you’re already aware that it was just a one time thing, y’know? Still end up feeling lonely after the fact.”

Joel nods in understanding. His neck feels a little stiff in this position so he wastes no time to turn his body completely so he’s facing you, and your arms drop around his waist. “Yeah, I agree. It's not a fun feelin.’ I’m really happy that I didn’t wake up this mornin’ to an empty bed. I was honestly..a little nervous that maybe last night was too much. Askin’ you to spend the night and everythin.’”

“Joel, if I didn’t want to spend the night, I wouldn’t have, baby.” Your thumbs are lightly stroking the skin on his lower back comfortingly.

His hands are lightly holding your thighs as he looks at you. His little grin is tugging on the corner of his lips now. He looks so handsome.

“I really wish we didn’t get interrupted like that. I got really good dad ears unfortunately. I wanted to keep goin.’” He admits.

You peck his lips once, then again, and again. “It’s okay, really, it’s okay. I’m not upset about it or anything, I promise. We’ll have plenty of time for all of that anyway.”

“Yeah? You’re absolutely right, we will. I will say, I love the way my shirt looks on you. So fuckin’ sexy. Killin’ a man over here, and you ain’t even tryin.’” He chuckles.

You wasted no time pulling him down over you, kissing him deeply simply because you couldn’t help yourself. You were already becoming addicted to him, and his kisses. His touch ignited a deep fire within you, and you wanted more. “Guess I’ll just have to wear your shirts more often, huh?” You grinned against his lips.

“Fuck, please. You can wear my shirts whenever you fuckin’ want to darlin.’” He kissed you deeper, finding it easy to slip right back into where you left off.

Now you were the one reluctantly pulling away from his kiss. Replacing your lips with your finger lightly pressed against his mouth with a sweet giggle. “C’mon, cowboy. I’m starvin’ for some eggs and bacon.’” You winked playfully.

“Ohhh I see. Hungry for some eggs and bacon, huh? You sure that ain’t all you’re hungry for?” He grins cheekily, raising a suggestive brow at you.

“Oh, I’m absolutely starved for some cowboy as well. Guess we’ll just have to finish what we started another time?” You grin.

“Fuckin’ hell. You’re somethin’ else. Y’know that? Fuck. Next time I might just have to stay at yours just so we don’t have to worry about any interruptions.” He winked back before he slipped off the bed and gently helped you off the crumpled sheets.

Joel can't help but twirl you in the warm sunlight before he’s pulling you right back into his strong arms, holding you close. “If it was just you and I here..i’d say you could go strut downstairs in nothin’ but my shirt..given the circumstances, you wanna borrow a pair of sweats, or shorts? You can keep ‘em of course.”

“Are you always this cheeky in the morning Joel?” Your tone is soft and teasing. You can’t help but smile at him. “Shorts should be fine. Thank you.”

“Mmm. I think you bring the cheekiness right outta me darlin.’” He unwraps his arms from around you before he’s padding off to his dresser. He pulls out a pair of gray fleece lined shorts and hands them to you.

Before you can even slide them over your thighs, he’s grabbing a handful of your ass. His eyes are twinkling as you playfully swat his bicep. “Yeah, I think I definitely bring that side out of you cowboy.”

Once you’re both appropriately dressed, you head downstairs. Sarah has started the pot of coffee and she’s cracking 3 eggs into a pan when you and Joel appear. “Well, it took you both long enough!” She has a bright smile on her face as she looks between you and her dad.

Joel is looking and feeling bashful as he grabs two mugs for coffee, pouring you and him a heaping cup before he’s wrapping his arm around his baby girl and kissing the side of her head. “You shush. Alright?” He chuckles against her hair as Sarah playfully pushes him away.

“You guys good with scrambled? That’s all I know how to make. Last time I tried to fry an egg, I almost burnt the whole house down and dad was capital P pissed.”

“Yeah, cus’ you ruined my favorite pan. I loved that pan. No shells this time, right?” He teased.

“What kinda weirdo has a favorite pan?” You lightly laugh as you take a sip of the warm coffee.

“This weirdo right here. It was the best pan out of all of them. Pristine condition and everythin.’” He let out a dramatic sigh.

“Well just for that, I'm going to make sure there’s extra shells in your eggs dad!” Sarah shot him an award winning smile.

“Yeah, yeah. You go on and do that sweet pea.” Joel’s hand is gently resting along your lower back now as he coaxes you to the cozy looking kitchen table.

Sarah rolled her eyes playfully as she finished up on the eggs and bacon. She grabbed three plates. The three of you are eating contently before Joel of course finds a shell in his eggs and holds it up for his daughter to see.

“Shell.”

“Calcium.” Sarah says with a grin filled with egg.

“Lovely.” Joel gruffly responds with a small grin tugging on the corner of his lips as he takes a long sip of his coffee.

“Well, ain’t this just a sight for sore eyes.” Tommy leaned against the entryway of the kitchen with a big fat grin on his face.

“TOMMY?! The hell are you doin’ here? How long have you been standin’ there?” Joel looks at his bigger brother with an incredulous look on his face.

“Well, yeah. Who the hell else would have a key to your place Joel?” He chuckles. “Figured I would stop by and see how your hangover is treatin’ ya. Then I see a familiar car in the driveway as I'm pulling up, and I think to myself ‘no way’ big brother had a sleepover?”

Joel’s whole face is red now, even the tips of his ears as he narrows his eyes at his cheeky grinning brother. “Yeah, big brother had a sleepover.” He deadpanned.

“Well, if looks could kill..” Tommy winked. He made himself right at home of course as he grabbed a plate and a mug of coffee. “Nice to see ya again sweetheart. Thanks for makin’ sure my grumpy big brother got home safely.” He leaned over the table, swiping a piece of Joel’s bacon with a wink.

“Oh, of course. It wasn’t a problem at all.” You said with a small smile over the rim of your mug.

Comfortable chatter falls between the 4 of you as if you had been in the Miller’s lives for years. It warmed your heart to see just how included you were. You helped Sarah with the dishes when you realized that the horses were probably beginning to wonder where the hell you were. “Shit. What time is it?”

Tommy slides his phone out of his pocket with ease as he checks the time. “Quarter to 9.”

“Shit. I gotta get going. The horses are probably impatiently waiting for me at the gate for their morning grain.”

“I’ll get your stuff from upstairs and walk you out?” Joel was finishing up on drying the dishes.

“Perfect, thank you.”

“No problem darlin.’” Joel dried his hands off before he headed upstairs. He grabbed your phone, purse, and your clothes from the night before.

You say your goodbyes to Tommy and Sarah telling her that you’ll see her at her next lesson. Joel walked you out to your car, opening the door for you like the true gentleman he was. “Hey, thank you again for takin’ care of me last night. I really had a great time with ya darlin.’”

You're wrapping your arms around Joel’s neck and kissing him deeply before he even has a chance to say anything else.

“You’re welcome, and I had a great time as well.”

Joel wastes no time to press you back against the side of your car, arms wrapped snugly around your waist as he kisses you back deeply. “Lemme know when you get to the barn and tell the boys I say hello, kay sugar?” He mumbled softly against your lips.

“Mhm. I will.” You let your arms drape around his neck, playing with the ends of his hair before you reluctantly pulled away. You peck his lips once before you slide into the driver's seat.

Joel leans down through the open drivers seat before he’s gently grasping your face in his warm palms and kissing you once more. “Drive safe darlin.’” He closes the door softly, stepping back as you reverse down the driveway, beeping once with a small wave.

Joel waits till he can no longer see your car at the end of the street before he heads back inside. Both Sarah and Tommy are waiting for him in the kitchen as he locked the door behind him.

“I ain’t wanna hear nothin’ from either of you. You got that? Not one little peep.” He’s trying to be stern with both his daughter and brother, but he’s got a knowing smile on his face that is so goddamn hard to hide. “Go and get dressed for school kiddo. Chop chop.”

After dropping Sarah off at school, Tommy and Joel head to the hardware store together. Joel noticed a weak spot on the pasture fence at the barn, and he was already planning on fixing it up for you, free of charge of course.

“So, you gonna give me all the juicy details of your sleepover or what?” Tommy has his arms crossed over his chest with a small grin on his face.

“Of course you want all the juicy details. Why am I not surprised?” Joel looks over at his brother with an equally small grin.

“Oh ho ho. Well, would ya looky here. Is there a twinkle in your eye that I’m seein?’”

“Maybe there is.”

“Okay, so c’mon. Did you ask her to stay the night or somethin?’’

“Yeah. I did ask her to spend the night. Now before you go and get your head all up in the gutter, lemme explain. So, after you left I was pretty drunk. Not like stumbling and unable to stand drunk but definitely drunk. So she drives me home from the bar, makes sure that I get inside safely, and she even fuckin’ goes as far to take my boots off. I..got in my head a little and said some shit that I probably shouldn’t have. I was just like, in my feelings? I basically told her that I didn’t think I deserved her, and we got into a conversation about it. I don’t know why I didn’t just believe you in the first place, Tommy. She was incredibly understanding and validated my feelings. It was really nice. Like a breath of fresh air. After all that went down, I asked her to spend the night. Nothin’ happened, but it was really nice to wake up with her in my arms honestly.”

“Wow. I told you that she was a good one! This is why you should listen to your brother way more often. I’m really glad that the convo went well, Joel. I’m proud of you for feeling comfortable enough to open up to her like that. I bet she really appreciated it too. I’ll say it till im fuckin’ blue in the face, but you deserve someone who makes you happy. Quite the surprise to see her at the kitchen table this morning. Totally threw me through a loop.

“Yeah, she is a good one. Guess I’m just gonna have to grow a real big pair of balls to ask her to be my girlfriend, huh? I really like her. Sarah does too. I don’t want to get too ahead of myself or anything, but I hope that she sticks around forever. Things of course could change, but I’m really hoping that they don’t.”

“Well, you are absolutely one lucky son of a bitch. Just wanna let you know that. So, nothin’ happened? Damn, I was really hoping for all the juicy details.”

“Nothin’ happened last night, no. This morning however? Got pretty fuckin’ close to doin’ something.” His cheeks were a little flushed down as he tossed a packet of screws into the cart. “I got those really good dad ears though unfortunately. Heard Sarah’s door openin’ down the hall, and that was the end of that.”

Tommy let out a low wolf whistle as he slapped his arm around his brother's shoulders. “Well, I’ll be damned. You got cockblocked by your own kid.” He chuckled.

Joel punched him lightly in the bicep with a little glare. “Yeah well..next time I’m just gonna have to go stay at her place or somethin.’”

“‘Atta boy.”

“Please stop.”

“Never.” Tommy said with a toothy grin.

The week had practically flown by for both you and Joel. Saturday was here in a flash. Date night #2 was on the horizon. Ryder was equally as excited to meet your Texas tall glass of water, and his handsome brother as well.

The rodeo was packed to the brim with spectators. Your best friend Ryder was the talk of the town. Barrel racing was one of the toughest sports in the equestrian world, and Ryder was one of the best in Texas. Her and her Chestnut Quarter Horse named Callus, were a true working team.

Joel had picked you up at your apartment with Tommy riding shotgun. You eagerly ran down the steps, holding your pink cowgirl hat over your hair. You were wearing a denim jumpsuit that certainly would have had any man barking up a tree for you. Joel’s jaw dropped when he got a close look at you, and Tommy had reached over and gently closed his brother's mouth with a wink.

“Hey sweet cheeks? Does that get up you’re wearin’ come in my size as well?” Tommy stuck his head out the passenger window with a grin.

You were absolutely beaming as you approached Joel’s truck. “I don’t believe it does, but I’ll certainly check for ya!” You hop into the backseat, scooting over so you’re behind Joel in the driver's seat. You lean over the seat, wrapping your arms around him as you steal a quick kiss.

“Hello to you too, darlin’” Joel kisses you back, fixing your hat for you as it tips over your forehead. “You are lookin’ absolutely gorgeous.”

“Thanks, cowboy. You’re not looking too shabby yourself.” You wink at him through the rear view mirror.

“Dear god, please get a room. I can’t handle all this flirtin’ you two got goin’ on.” Tommy teasingly said from the passenger seat.

“Oh you hush now, Tommy. You’ll be flirting up a storm with Ryder before you know it.”

“Oh, I know. I’m really lookin’ forward to meetin’ her.”

Once the 4 of you arrive at the rodeo, you find your seats and Joel leaves you with his brother so he can go and get a few beers.

“Hey sweet cheeks?”

You turned your head, looking over at the younger Miller brother with a small smile. “Yeah Tommy?”

“Thank you for takin’ care of my brother. Between you and me, he really likes you. I’m sure he’s told ya that he hasn’t dated anyone in a hot minute, but I’ve honestly never seen him this happy. You’re a real dime a dozen.”

“He..really likes me? Yeah, he did tell me that he hadn’t dated anyone in a long time. I really like him too, Tommy. I really really like him. Your brother is an amazing man.”

“Oh trust me sweets, I know you really really like him.” He chuckled, gently wrapping his arm around you in a side hug.

“I’m gone all of 5 minutes, and you’re already tryin’ to steal my girl?” He hands Tommy a nearly overflowing cup of cheap beer before he hands you yours.

“Hey now! I ain’t tryin’ to steal your girl, big brother. We were just bondin’ a little. Ain’t that right sweet cheeks?”

You thank Joel with a soft kiss on the cheek as he hands you your beer. “Yeah, we were just bonding, baby. I promise.”

Joel brings his arm around your waist, gently pulling you against his side as his hand rests along your hip. “I know darlin.’ I know. I just like to mess with my brother a little.’” He grinned at you over the rim of his cup.

You’re halfway through your shitty cup of beer when the main event starts. The announcer booms over the speaker. Ryder comes racing out on Callus shortly after, waving the Texas flag as they gallop around the brightly lit arena.

“Holy fuckin’ shit. That is your friend?! Oh my god. I’m in love. I’m in fuckin’ love.” Tommy whistles with two fingers.

“Hell yeah that’s her! She’s a stunner, huh?” You said with a small grin.

“I’m about to fuckin’ sweep her off her goddamn feet I swear.”

“Careful Tommy. She might be the one sweeping you off yours.”

“Even better.”

Tommy’s eyes are practically bugging out of his head when he sees your gorgeous best friend up close finally. She runs to you, letting out a little squeal as you pick her up and spin her around playfully. “I’m so happy you were able to make it, babes!”

“Me too!” You hug her tightly before setting her back down on the dusty ground. “You and Callus were amazing as usual!”

“I swear, the crowds grow bigger and bigger each time we’re out there!” Ryder said with a big grin. She looks over at the two Miller brothers, immediately figuring out which one is Tommy and which one is Joel. “Holy shit, you weren’t lying about Joel being a Texas tall glass of water!” She stuck her hand out for him to shake.

“..Texas tall glass of water? That’s what y’all refer to me as?” Joel asked with a raise of his brow in your direction as he snaked his arm around your waist. “I like it.” With his free hand he shook Ryder’s hand firmly. “Pleasure to meet ya. This pretty one here said that you’re gonna sweep my brother off his feet.”

“Nice to finally meet you! Heard sooo much about you Joel. You better keep takin’ care of my girl. Okay? Cause if you don’t..” She made a slicing motion with her finger against her throat.

“All good things I hope? Dontcha worry. I’m gonna continue to take good care of your girl. You got nothin’ to worry about, I promise.” Joel reassured her.

“Good! Now, this is your handsome brother? Tommy? Heard lots about you as well!” She stuck her hand out to him with a big beaming smile.

“Oh, the handsome brother huh?” He chuckled. “Yeah sweetheart, that would be me. Tommy Miller, the obviously hotter brother.” He chuckled, shaking her hand firmly. “Gotta say, you sure are somethin’ easy on the eyes. Gorgeous.”

Ryder lets out a light giggle, leaning in closer to the younger Miller brother. “Oh yeah, you and I are gonna hit it off just fine.”

Tommy was a real gentleman, offering her his arm as she brought him over to Callus who was lightly tied up to her trailer, enjoying a well deserved pan of grain.

“Wow. I knew they were gonna get along pretty damn well, but I’m convinced they’re totally going home with each other.” You looked over at your Texas tall glass of water with a small grin.

“Oh, they are 100% goin’ home with each other. Tommy will treat her real well though. I promise.”

“I have no doubt that he will. She’s totally gonna take him for a ride and I hope your brother is prepared for that.”

“Tommy is prepared for pretty much anythin’ that comes his way.”

Ryder ended up meeting the three of you at a local diner spot in town after dropping Callus off at her barn. Her and Tommy are practically eyefucking eachother in the booth while you and Joel share a strawberry shake and fries. The night takes a fun turn when you all head out to a karaoke bar. Joel is on you all night long. He’s not a huge fan of dancing, but for you? He’ll do anything. You're glued to each other, lips locked on the dance floor. “Somebody to Love” by Queen is blasting through the speakers. You’re singing the lyrics to each other, stupid grins on gracing your faces.

Joel leans in close and whispers in your ear. His voice is deep, warm, and it tickles your brain just right. “You wanna get out of here, cowgirl?” He rasps.

“Don’t gotta ask me twice cowboy.”

Ryder and Tommy are nowhere in sight. You’ve got a sneaking suspicion that they’re doing unspeakable things in the bar bathroom. Good for her, you think. Ryder and Tommy are perfect for eachother.

Joel’s hand is warm in your grasp, fingers entwined as he eagerly pulls you out of the bar and into the sweet summer night air. The stars are twinkling brightly above as Joel twirls you playfully. You can both hear the music blasting through the bar, sending vibrations through your systems.

“Joeeeel. Will you come home with me? We can order food, watch Friends or oooh! Any reality tv on MTV? Like the Real World?” You’re certainly a little buzzed now, but you don’t want this night to end. You’re having so much fun and your smile is contagious at this point.

“You’re so fuckin’ cute. You know that? Yeah, of course I wanna come home with ya. You feelin’ alright darlin?’ C’mon, let’s get you home safe. Get some food and water in ya.”

You let out a sweet giggle as he pulls you into his chest. Your arms wrap around him as you press your cheek against his chest. “I’m so luckyyy.” You singsonged.

I’m so lucky. Joel thinks to himself as he holds you close under the millions of twinkling stars.

I’m so fucking lucky. You both think to yourselves.

They’re so cute. The glittering stars above whisper.

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ଘ pairing: fushiguro toji x female reader ଘ genre: smut, husband!toji, housewife!reader ଘ word count: est. 3.4k ଘ beware: fushiguro toji’s third housewife arc, masturbation (reader), fingering, sex toys, teasing, degradation, edging, pussy slapping, dom!toji, sub!reader

ଘ synopsis: if fushiguro toji wants his rules to be followed, he should really think about being around to enforce them.  ଘ request:  anonymous asked: HI LOLLYYY! if your asks/reqs are open (and if ure not busy) can i ask for some husband!toji smuttt 😩 so I'm thinking like he caught y/n playing with themselves because he was often away and was so needy SO toji 'punished' y/n by either overstimulation or edging OR both 😼🤲 with a hint of teasing and a bit mean toji >:(

ଘ notes:  this is apart of my fushiguro toji’s third housewife arc and set in the same verse as rapport (read it here), but you don’t need to read that fic to read this one!!! sorry for literally edging you in this LMAOOO, but i hope this is what you wanted and that you enjoy MUAH <3333 reblogs and comments are much loooved!!

your husband rarely comes home at all, that’s why you do it. why you break, according to him, his most important rule. it’s an unfair one anyway, you think. wicked and terrible and cruel thing to implement in a neglected wife’s brain, especially when the husband’s bouts of absences can stretch weeks into long months without contact, leaving you to follow his “rules” at home because you’re obedient— pleased to see him pleased. after all, it’s your fault he even had to enforce that shit. 

but toji’s recent change of heart, being softer on you, sweeter to you, has you spoiled. stubborn and frustrated when you’re aching, when your needs aren’t met. 

you blame it on a text message. 

safe and sound in the bedroom in your apartment, you’re curled up on toji’s side of the bed with your feet in soft, cozy thigh-high socks. his pillow tucked comfortably under your chin as you tap buttons on the screen of your phone, eyes glued to the otome you’re playing. the handsome love interest is stammering out a proposal to your character, on one knee and everything. the scene is too sugary, full of love and devotion, while your own had been much different. but you click ‘yes’ anyway, the scene switching to a colorful cg of the couple sharing a passionate kiss; you grumble about having to spend 120 diamonds on the choice when your phone cheerfully announces a notification, the little bubble dropping down. 

big worm zaddy ♡ now text message  unlock for more

the contact name annoys toji so much, but it’s a relic from the early days of your dating and makes you giggle every time you read it so there’s no convincing you to change it. making sure your game is saved, you tap the notification hurriedly to open the chat with your real husband, wondering what he sent. 

                                       big worm zaddy ♡ ▸            won’t be home 2nite doll got a good feelin bout this race

of course, of course. when you’re used to not seeing him for months, a night away is a quick trip around the clock. a miniscule amount of time, really, but that doesn’t stop the sinking pit of disappointment that settles heavy in your heart, a sickening pain that you have to press your hand against and rub the spot to soothe it away. it’s different when he’s cities away from you on a contract— somehow, you miss him even more knowing that he’s in the same city and would rather prowl the back streets of tokyo or bet down big like a high roller at a horse race, than be home with you. blame it on the otome for making you crave the touch of your own lover.

you respond immediately with okay, good luck on not losing this time <3 and you’re about to exit out of the thread, return to your little visual novel fantasy, when the black thumbnail of an attachment sent by your husband months ago catches the corner of your curious gaze. 

sliding the volume to low, you know exactly what the attachment is. 

you press play.

“bet you think you’re real fuckin’ cute, huh?” 

on your screen, the video is still ink black and you’re only watching your own reflection, but the sound of toji’s gruff voice is clear, irritated with uncontained anger and a hint of frustration he only gets when he’s in a mood. 

“think you can fucking play with me while i’m making money? look at what you did,” he accuses, and the deep sound of his gravelly voice makes you instantly shift in your seat. 

the video continues and you hear shuffling, the clink of a belt unbuckling as he moves. this isn’t the first time you’ve watched this clip and it won’t be the last, but that doesn’t deter your want to swallow your now dry tongue, from whimpering when toji shifts the camera down, your husband sitting in a chair inside an unknown hotel room, legs spread out wide. he’s got his big fingers, blood splattered and knuckles split from his latest victim, wrapped around the thick root of his cock, painfully hard and flushed an upset red. 

the work of the video you sent him. in the middle of his contract. 

oh, you instantly regret opening this attachment. you should go back to playing your otome and be a good girl, like toji wants; you know that if you continue watching the minute and forty-five second video of toji being fucking filthy, you’re sure to break his dumb rule. but how can you stop when you miss him so bad? when he should be home with you, playing with your hair or scolding you or fucking you to tears right here in this spot? when it takes one look at his cock on the screen for an ache in your belly to set in, heat curling low and instant in your pussy. 

you think that if fushiguro toji wants his rules to be followed, he should really think about being around to enforce them. 

toji won’t be coming home tonight, and that’s why you briefly pause the video. sitting up to slide your pajama shirt over your head, toss it aside before relaxing against the pillows. your heart beats a nervous rhythm against your ribs as you skim your finger over a bare nipple, attempting to replicate the rough pinch of toji’s touch; a soft gasp leaving your lips as the little bud pebbles up as you twist it hard. 

next are your panties, ass lifting from the mattress to slide the quite modest fabric from your hips, kicking them off your ankles with a little sigh. so content as you open your pussy to the air, the cool breeze from the air conditioner hitting your clit and making you wince from sensitivity. 

you feel so heated, feverish in your devious choice to defy your husband’s wishes— even though, in the back of your mind, you know you’re doing nothing wrong. giving pleasure to yourself is a natural thing for a woman to do, especially with an absent lover. and plus, you’re doing it to a video of him. who cares if you reach into the drawer of your nightstand, digging and digging to retrieve your toy buried under crumpled receipts, pens, and old phone chargers. 

pressing the toy gently to your tongue, you suck it into your mouth to wet it for your pussy. you know the toy doesn’t hold a candle to the heavy weight of toji’s cock, but the pastel pink dildo is fat and on the shorter side with a nice set of ridged veins that steals your breath all the same, an impulse buy from a sex shop your friend works at. when you didn’t give a damn about his rule. 

and you don’t give a damn about it right now either, you think defiantly as you pull the toy out of your mouth, not wanting to waste another second on prep. 

unpausing the video, your eyes are glued to the screen once again. breath stuttering as you watch— toji gets a good grip and slaps his dick harsh against the hard planes of his abdomen, shirt rucked up and you imagine the hem of it clenched between his teeth. your throat feels so fucking dry, clit beating in a needy throb as you can wait no longer, shaky hand guiding the toy between your legs, jerking at the first touch of cool silicone against your heated folds.

you know what comes next— you’ve watched the video too many times not to — your husband holds the phone steady as he leans over and spits, dropping a thick wad over the top of his cock before he drags a hand up in a rough jerk to spread the bubbly mixture with a long grunt that makes your cunt pulse with want. 

“knew i shouldn’t have married a little whore like you,”  he hisses to the camera and you whimper at his words, tapping the head of the dildo against your clit before you drag it down to your cunt. “you sent that shit right when i was about t’ put my sword through that motherfucker’s back, fuck. fuck.” 

his voice is rough, burning with anger and arousal. you remember it clearly— his target getting away and you being the indirect cause of it; he’d been too cocky, whipping out his phone and watching the video at full volume of you on your belly, fucking yourself on four fingers and screaming his name. and while he was mesmerized, his target got the fuck out of there, with bloody and fatal injuries but getting away all the same. after that, toji’s rule was born like an unwanted child. 

he continues to spit curses at you on the video and you’re not able to wait any longer, nudging the dildo against your dripping center. sucking in a deep breath when you force the fat head inside without prep, your eyes fluttering shut as your walls greedily suck the toy inside, your legs jerking open a little further. 

“oh-oooh.. oh— fuck,” you whine out, the weight of the toy stretching through your walls punching the air from your chest. you feel dizzy, but you keep your eyes open, not wanting to miss the rough jerk of toji’s hand over his cock as you drag the dildo out, slamming it back inside with enough force to make the muscles in your arm ache. 

it feels so good to be stretched out and fucked slow by a fat cock after so long  — even if it can’t compare to toji, you still moan at the burn it creates when you clench hard around it. you circle your hips, grinding your clit desperately against the flared base of the toy as you fuck yourself slow on the silicone, little whimpers and cries torn from your throat. 

you can’t believe how worked up you are, knowing it won’t take long for you to cum. you can feel the ache in your belly fit to burst as you work the toy in and out of your cunt, feeling the hard ridges drag against the soft of your walls. eyes bleary, you try to focus on the video playing on the screen. the filthy, slick sound of toji fucking up into his hand rough and quick in his rhythm makes you burn inside out. 

“i’m— toji i’m gonna—” you breathe his name even though he can’t hear you, your stomach caving as you clench, knowing that it’ll take one more thrust of your hand to send you over the edge. an embarrassingly quick end to your fucking as you dig your toes into the duvet for purchase, desperate and needy as your orgasm builds and builds and—

“you fucking jinx,” a voice splits through your pleasure, loud and booming, followed by the violent slam of a door. a greeting that scares years from your life because of course, you weren’t expecting anyone. big footsteps stop right where the closed bedroom door should be, but you left it wide open since you didn’t plan on ending up like this. “... what the fuck are you doin’?” 

it takes a second for your confusion to clear, your mind glazed over with lust. takes one more second to realize toji is standing at the threshold to your bedroom and it’s not a figment of your fucked out imagination from watching homemade porn. ( that’s still playing, by the way. ) oh no, he’s actually there. muscular, corded arms crossed over his barrel chest and a frown like thunder cutting across his expression, the scar slashed over his lip pulled taut and making him look that more menacing. 

your hand immediately pauses between your legs, embarrassed out of your mind as you scramble to cover yourself and slam your legs shut— why did you throw your panties over there— and oh, where the fuck is your shirt?

“t-toji, you’re—? you said you wouldn’t be home!” 

of course, you would be so unlucky. 

toji scoffs, expression darkening even further as if he caught you with another man; he steps further inside the room and you shrink, watching with wary eyes as he stops at his side of the bed, where you’re rudely dripping slick on his side of the sheets. “as soon as you sent that fuckin’ text, the horse blew a hoof or somethin’. lost right then and there.” 

“that horse is so ancient, toji. i don’t know why you keep—” 

“don’t change the subject,” he growls, dragging his sleazy gaze down the naked length of your body, settling between your shut legs; locking on the thick of the dildo still caught deep inside your cunt. “asked you a question, didn’t i?” 

your heart drops at the familiar edge in his tone, your pussy clenching around the dildo with a quiet whimper you hope he doesn’t catch. 

(oh, he does.) 

“you said you wouldn’t be home and i was so needy, i needed—” what can you say to him? you were watching that video again so you needed to be fucked? you realize how desperate you sound, so you hush. 

“you broke my rule,” he tilts his head as green eyes darken almost to brown, gaze flicking up to your face. your cheeks heat up at the disappointment lacing his words, knowing he’s doing it on purpose. “first you make me lose my fuckin’ race, now you’re breaking my rules? fucking yourself on another— gimme that shit—” toji wraps a hand around your ankle, squeezing tight as he forces one leg to spread apart, reaching down to rip the dildo out of your pussy so quick that your thighs slam together. 

“ow, what the—” 

“this what you replacing me with when i’m gone? pathetic,” he teases, inspecting the toy covered in your juices with a sneer on his lips. mortified is an understatement, he has you feeling like a teenager whose parents just discovered porn in your browsing history and not a grown fucking woman whose husband just walked in the room to you touching yourself. “breakin’ the rules for a shrimp dick. you know what happens next, yeah doll? get your ass up and c’mere.” 

toji sits down on the edge of the bed heavy, almost making you roll towards him. 

you bite your lip, the sound of him being jealous over a toy should make him look ridiculous, but his teasing only serves to make your cunt throb. “toji, what do you want me to do when you’re gone all the time?” 

“to be thankful when you do get my dick, brat. come here, i said.” he grunts, brooking no argument as his patience is ran thin. he doesn’t wait for you to crawl into his lap; trades your ankle for your arm, manhandling your body into his control. you feel like a rag doll held by a puppeteer as he throws you across his thick thighs, the bone of his knee digging uncomfortably into your soft stomach. 

you can’t breathe because yes, you do know what he’s about to do. you also know that it’ll hurt so good you almost begin to anticipate it. wriggling on his lap, you stick your ass high in the air, slick pussy on display for him to get a good look at. toji groans, almost thanking that stupid fucking horse for blowing the race and sending him home. “good girl.” 

“did you cum, princess?” he demands, his hands prying the cheeks of your ass open, eyes trained on your cunt before he sucks in his cheeks and spits, a white glob of spit right down the seam of your lips. “answer me.” 

“nuh-no, no i didn’t— toji, please. not tonight, i’ll be good please—” 

“begging me for what? you fuck yourself without my permission and you think i’m gonna give you what you want?” he answers, mocking you in a nasty tone that makes you whine. toji thinks for a moment, smearing his spit over your slit with his thumb. “since you didn’t cum, ‘m thinking five.” 

you start squirming, you won’t be able to take it, but toji doesn’t let you budge. he grips your wrists in one huge, bruising fist; pinning them behind your back. leaving you helpless, to do nothing but press your cheek into the duvet while he rears his hand back and delivers one stinging slap to your cunt, dragging a pained little cry from your throat. the burn only lingers for a second because toji uses his fingers to explore the seam of your pussy, soothing the sting with pets and strokes that leave you panting, wanting more. 

“shoulda known you’d like that, little slut,” he kisses his teeth in disappointment, but that doesn’t stop his movements— spreading your folds to nudge not one, not two, but three thick fingers against the opening of your cunt. the girth of his fingers being bigger than your dildo makes you sweat, toji chuckling dark and twisted when you buck your hips back, trying to push yourself onto his fingers greedily. “look at you.” 

he holds you there, poking and prodding your entrance, straight laughing at the way your hole clenches in desperation to be stuffed by him— any part of him. until his arm flexes and his fingers fuck into you at a brutal pace, not giving you any time to adjust, stretching you open in a way that no toy can replicate.

“t’ rough, toji— it’s too much! it’s—” your breath knocks out of you in a startled cry, tears prickling your eyes and your hips wriggling away from the violence he beats between your legs with his hand alone, but it’s no use when toji’s got your arms pinned, catching onto your orgasm just under the surface. no need to touch your clit when he’s fucking you towards a rapid, nasty end.

“not happenin’,” he sneers with a sadistic grin stretched across his lips and tears spill out of your eyes as he shatters your orgasm, breaking your pleasure into a million pieces. his fingers stop moving inside of you altogether, teetering you right on the edge of pleasure.  “that’s one.”

how long does it last? how long does toji have you spread over his lap, legs wide and cunt dripping so much juice it spreads all over the back of your pretty thigh-high socks. longer than five, like he promised. toji edges you until you’re fucking sobbing, until you beg to be let go; promise to never fuck yourself without him at home again.

at some point, he swipes the pink dildo from where he tossed it on the bed and wets it up in your slick before he pushes it inside so fast you scream into the mattress, mouth stuffed full of the duvet like a feral little whore. toji fucks you with that cock like it’s his own, silicone stretching your walls out in a rough  fucking that builds your orgasm quick to bursting, then—

he rips the dildo out of you again and you feel faint, your pussy oversensitive and puffy from his torture. “please let me cum, please please please. i can’t anymore, i can’t toji please—” you babble desperately, spitting the duvet out of your mouth, trying to turn your head to meet his dark gaze.

“gimme the right count and i’ll let you cum, then,” he grins big, running a torturous finger up your slit to circle the pad of it around your little bundle of nerves, making you moan softly but it’s not enough to make you cum. you need to be filled and he knows it. “c’mon, princess.”

“w-what? i don’t remember—”

“count or i’ll hold it over your head until you fuckin’ pass out. think i won’t?”

“o-okay,” your mind is so hazy, but you want to cum more than you want the air you breathe so you try to think, think, think, think.  “t-ten.”

“wrong,” he mocks, the smile slashed over his lips is downright malicious. “it was nine, pretty doll.” 

oh, god. 

then he nudges the dildo to your entrance again, unrelenting as he fucks it back into you. your eyes are wide, mouth parted on a moan as toji makes good on his promise. 

not the one where he lets you cum, no, but the one where he holds your orgasm over your head for the rest of the fucking night. 

[lotus-n-l0ve]

—𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 || 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 : Fushiguro Toji, Geto Suguru, Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Ryomen Sukuna, more to add............

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 = *

— 𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

JUJUTSU KAISEN MEN AS YOUR COLLEGE BOYFRIEND [FLUFF, SMUT]

— Sukuna, Satoru, Nanami, Toji, Suguru x Female Reader

Them as your college boyfriends.

FINGERING HEADCANONS WITH JUJUTSU KAISEN MEN* [SMUT]

— Satoru, Suguru, Sukuna x Female Reader

How they finger you.

HOLD ME WITH DESIRE* [SMUT]

— Satoru, Geto x Female Reader

You were given to the strongest sorcerers to please them. You are doing your job real good along with enjoying being spoiled by them.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ ˚  ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ 

— 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

BODYGUARD AT YOUR SERVICE [SMUT]

— Bodyguard! Fushiguro Toji x Female Reader

Your boyfriend was cheating on you and you knew that. But what could you say when you were a littral whore for your bodyguard, Fushiguro Toji.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ ˚  ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ 

— 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

HIS TRANQUIL EMBRACE [ROMANCE]

— Geto Suguru x Female Reader

When late at night you don't find your husband beside you. You go out to find him only to find him in the office.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ ˚  ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ 

— 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

AFTER A BAD FAMILY GATHERING [FLUFF]

— Gojo Satoru x Shy! Female Reader

After a bad family gathering all [Y/N] need and wants is her boyfriend to shoo all the bad feelings away.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ ˚  ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ 

— 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒

CRIMSON LOVE OF THE CURSED KING [ROMANCE]

— Ryomen Sukuna x Female Reader

When the selfish merchant, F/N L/N, sacrifices his illegitimate daughter to the King of Curses for his own desires. Y/N starts to work for Sukuna. With every passing day they come closer, with every late night meetings, a feeling develops in their heart.

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒

PEACHES AND CREAM SWEETER THAN SWEET [SMUT]

— Basketball Player!Ryomen Sukuna x Female Reader

After a tough and tiring basketball match what could be better than eating your sweet pussy out till it's all red and swollen.

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

HAYAMI : THE RARE BEAUTY [ROMANCE]

— Ryomen Sukuna x OC [Hayami]

Hayami, whose beauty only The King Of Curses could see // On-hold.

THREADS OF AFFECTION [SLIGHT ANGST, FLUFF]

— Biker!Ryomen Sukuna x Bestfriend!Female Reader

After a rough experience with your boyfriend, you turn to your bestfriend Sukuna. As the night goes on words unravel. The tension between you two grows and everything lay in your hand. But one thing for sure—Sukuna will always be there for you, no matter what.

𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒

𝑆𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑀𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑊𝒉𝑒𝑛 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑆𝑒𝑒 𝐴 𝐶𝑢𝑡𝑒 𝐴𝑛𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑙. [FLUFF]

© 𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐔𝐒-𝐍-𝐋𝟎𝐕𝐄 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑, 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 — all content rights belongs to LOTUS-N-L0VE. do not plagiarize any works and do not repost or translate onto any other sites.

[hatigave-a]

A SINGLE GLANCE IS ALL IT TAKES . he who has surrounded himself with the finer things in life still recognizes that which is broken. underneath the skin of a boy, a story lurks. he reaches for it, hopes to drag his fingertips through the silver thread of memory. HE HAS ANOTHER BOOK TO WRITE. another hero to find in the masses of faces around him. perhaps some day he will come up with the ideas of his own ; today is not that day.

❝ tell me, which brings you more joy – ❞ he presses his palms against the memory, pushes and shoves until he can wiggle his fingers into it. he wants and he wants. author turned teacher puts on the face of someone who cares. SMILES SWEETER THAN HONEY. hopes that it's enough to allow the kid to drop his guard. ❝ – knowing you're in the presence of a celebrity, or doing tedious tasks such as homework ? ❞

@thenightmareofyourdrems sebastian ♡'d

[stormblessed95]

Hi! Do you have a compilation of the moments Jungkook calls Jimin just 'Jimin' with no honorifics at all? Those moments were as LOUD for me as GCF is,but I cannot remember any specific ones except for the latest Bangtan Bomb. I'm like,the same JK who insists on keeping boundaries with everyone actually said 'Jimin'(like they dropped the need for that 'hyung' a long time ago,between themselves)? In front of my salad??

Hello! I talked about honorifics and JKs lack of them with Jimin especially here:

As for a few more moments where he drops honorifics with Jimin, that could be here when fans spotted them on their toyko trip:

^ Gogo is currently working on a thread of things that Jimin and JK did together in Japan through the years and what fans said about it or heard from them when they were spotted there. I bet there will be lots of drops in formal speech there, here are 2 examples.

Some more examples, dangshin is either very informal or very formal depending on which way you use it. JK used it informally. Dangshin is technically a sweeter way to say You.

Jokingly putting them into a Kdrama and calling Jimin baby (not a few nickname for each other)

Winter package 2021:

The new bangtan bomb and the editors who added subtitles added honorifics for JK even though he didn't use them lol

Their Gimbap vlive had JK dropping honorifics with Jimin and JM telling him to call him "gentleman" or "his highness" instead:

So many clips from memories. Black Swan had a lot of dropping of honorifics as well as flirting WITH an overuse of honorifics or with JIMIN addressing JK with honorifics. Or when he scolds Jimin without honorifics, you can find recent clips in memories and order ones:

When he self cam directs and talks to Jimin, half the time it's with a lack of honorifics like when he was waking him up here or that one when he called him on the plane:

Technically the editors on this one, but it makes me SOFT so I'm adding it:

During RUN and JM calling him out on his drop of honorifics in Satori:

Here is just a nice compilation video someone made on Twitter of them not using honorifics with each other:

Some more black swan....

My personal favorite over the top use of banmal and the heavy flirting tone with tone and language, to the point where Jin felt the need to intervene lol

It's literally a constant with them, it happens all the time. There are a million more examples of all this out there too. Lol

Thanks for the ask!

[behyejin]

hyejin can't help but smile as she glances at different things she wants to try. she doesn't need to spend all her money on treats even if it sounds a bit tempting. besides this desert place was new to her and she couldn't think of bringing anyone else but stevie here. she knew he was the perfect partner in crime for this little adventure.

she laughs along with him. there are too many options but she hopes that means they'll get the chance to explore it together again between all the training. "that's a good idea. I'm gonna do the same." she knows what flavors she likes but the wide array of options of even those flavors has her struggling to narrow it down.

she nods her head as she listens, smiling softly. "i'm glad to hear that. maybe we gotta take the chance to train together sometime since we're in the same company." she's just glad he's doing well with all of this. hyejin knows when first becoming a trainee, it can be a bit overwhelming but she's glad to see others getting into the groove of it. "good! i'm glad to hear that." she's been pushing herself hard with training and hopes that something comes of it all at some point. "it really is! already get to pull out the sweaters and long sleeves again." she loves the different fashion but hates the cold weather. "i've been doing alright. training hard and streaming a bit whenever i'm not too tired."

hands shoved into his pockets, stevie lets out a few interested oohs and aaahs as they peruse the dessert shop. stevie wasn't sure what to expect when coming out to meet up with hyejin-- something new! she had stressed, but he's been pleasantly surprised. stevie won't ever turn down a treat for his sweet tooth.

"a challenge. okay." a giggle leaves him, eyes roaming over his options sporadically; he isn't at sure at all what he wants. everything looks so good-- and he has to try something new. "i'll limit myself to a few then." he's got an eye on a few things, now's a matter of narrowing it all down.

one hand leaving his pocket to scratch at his head, stevie's eyes leave the displays to look upwards in thought. "uhhhh..." he starts. "it's been okay! i think i'm...getting into the habit of training. bit by bit." he lets out a sigh, dropping head dropping back down as he rubs his neck. "but other than that, pretty swell! things have been good." he's felt a lot better-- things have been on the up for him. it's hard for stevie not to feel pretty great, all things considered. "i feel like time's flying by, though. can't believe it's already fall, basically." he heaves a sigh. "what about you?"