#which is the one that actually works best for me

[mickyschumacher]

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 & 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒  .ೃ࿐

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: you and charles have been dancing around each other for a while now. it's time to bring the theatrics to an end. or in which charles decides to cross the line of 'just friends'.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 18+ (minors dni), unprotected sex (wrap your willies), teasing, titty lover!charles, fingering, not really public sex but sorta, bathroom sex, p in v, oral sex, mutual orgasms, cumming inside, reader has a vagina

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: charles leclerc x fem!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 3k+

𝐀/𝐍: guess who's back?? back again! yes, it's true. i have finally actually written something! (if anything blame my uni, work, and internship.) proofread-ish as per usual! hope you like it ♡︎

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

⋆  •°.  。  .°•  ⋆

It was no secret.

There was nothing clandestine about those bluey greens eyeing you from across the room nor the discreet yet purposeful brush of your fingers when you passed each other.

The hitched breath when you felt him behind you was audible over the loud chatter and clinks of glass. You could almost see his dimpled grin from the back of your head as the cameras flashed in your eyes.

Your gaze darted to the feel of his hand grazing your arm, its linger falling into a debate, itching to find your waist. But much like your cat-and-mouse relationship, his hand remained at the border, merely hovering.

"Chérie," Charles' voice whispered in the shell of your ear. Sweetheart.

You sucked in a sharp breath, struggling to keep your eyes on the camera at hand. With your fingers clenching at the satin material of your dress, you hummed quietly in response.

"Don't panic but your dress is stuck underneath the buttons of my shirt."

"What?" Brows immediately furrowing, your head innately turned only to be nudged back by Charles. You pouted. You should’ve known the cream spaghetti dress that had been in the back of your closet and screaming to be worn would pull something like this.

You pressed your lips together and held your breath once again upon the feel of Charles’ hand on your waist. “After the photos, just walk with me and we’ll fix it, hmm?”

Your head nodded before your brain could even refuse entering such a dangerous territory. The minute of waiting for the cameras to stop flashing was torturous. The bright lights were making you sweat enough as is… and now you were playing the waiting game.

A quick ‘thank you’ slipped from Charles’ mouth, accompanied by a nose of acknowledgement as he led you away from the mob of people you couldn’t care less about.

Your heart was in a hard game of tug of war, slamming heavily against what was your chest but felt like your ears. You could feel the straps of your dress nestled underneath the buttons of his shirt, making Charles cling to your back.

You tried your best to give small smiles to the people you passed, recognising very quickly the route you had taken to fix your hair a couple minutes before the event.

A relieved sigh fell from your lips upon arriving to the bathroom, managing to hear the click of the door over your heartbeat along with the amused huff arising from Charles.

You narrowed your gaze towards the Monégasque, meeting those sparkly ocean eyes through the large mirror in the centre of the bathroom. You rested your hands on the quartz bench, stilling yourself as you felt the warmth of Charles' body radiate off of him.

"In rush?" Charles queried, moving his eyes to the side of your face. His heart skipping a beat or two as he watched the corners of your mouth rise up.

"Hardly." you quipped back, feet restlessly tapping against the marble floors.

Charles smiled softly in response, moving his hands to the back of your waist. His teeth sunk into his lips at the feel of your sharp breath. Goosebumps littered across your bare skin as his fingers grazed the nape of your neck and gently moved down. Gingerly playing with the straps of your dress, he took his time with each one, ensuring he could feel the warmth of your skin.

Very slowly you could feel the straps becoming unstuck, pulling away from the tension of his buttons. Your tongue poked the inside of your cheek, carefully watching Charles through the mirror. "Are you done?" you managed to whisper, not having even an ounce of trust in your voice.

"Yup..." Charles pursed his lips, pretending to furrow his brows as he purposefully unwinded and winded the straps around the buttons of his shirt. "... nearly."

You could feel the final strap detach itself from Charles, letting a little air roam between the both of you as he removed his hands. Almost immediately, you turned around, eyes widening at the sudden proximity. Your ears burned at the way his eyes darted across your face as though he was trying to take in every single atom of your being to memory.

Your throat felt dry. But you managed to play the amused smile. "You are such a liar," you retorted to his previous behaviour.

Charles' dimples devilishly twinkled at you. "I hardly think that's a crime. If anything, you're the criminal here," he said, hand moving to move one of your loose tresses past your ear.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and raised a brow. "Oh? Do tell. You shouldn't leave me hanging."

It was Charles' turn to suck in a sharp breath, intentionally taking a step back to let his eyes rake over you. "Well, walking in today with this dress was one thing..." he started, taking a step closer to you before he put his hands on your waist, trailing the warm skin of your back ever so softly. "And now this..." he grazed the straps of your dress.

A gentle laugh fell from his lips, the blue and green hues moving to your face. "I didn't get to tell you earlier but you look beautiful today," Charles whispered, making your skin flush a red that only he could bring out.

Curiously you watched his eyes follow his own fingers, trailing every curvature and crevice of your face, memorising the softness of your skin, every texture he could bring himself to feel. "I can't even believe you're real," he murmured, on the cusp of falling into a trance.

Charles spotted your furrowed brows and smiled. "Sometimes I think I'm living in a dream and I just... made you up."

You blinked blankly in spaced increments, unsure how to respond as your pulse quickened. There was level of mutual understanding from what he had said. You, yourself, weren't sure if Charles was real.

Whatever you had harboured for him had changed the way you lived.

How was it possible that the very world you lived in was only brighter with his presence? Even the sounds of it's functioning sounded sweeter with him. As though the world had been waiting for the very intersection of time and Charles itself to spin again.

Before Charles could even muster a response to his admissions, he felt your hand brush against his cheek moments before your warm lips met his and closed the distance between the both of you. It was brief but Charles thought that momentarily the world has stopped spinning, leaving only the both of you to exist in this continuum.

"How was that for real?" you asked, voice barely above a whisper as you pulled away to rest your forehead on his. Your blood rushed to the surface of your skin, dotting your body with shades of pink and red while your hands shook at your sides.

Charles' chest heaved, voice thick with emotion as he watched you close your eyes with some sort of magical fear. He breathed out slowly, thumb reaching out to tilt your chin up. Comfort filled his chest upon seeing your glittering eyes. He smiled. "Not good enough."

His hands travelled to your face with a speed unbeknownst to you, bringing his lips to yours. Your sweet fragrance was intoxicating, unwillingly infiltrating his very being but accepted with open arms.

A sigh of pleasure fell from your lips as your body began to show signs of malfunctioning: mind in a state of lavender haze, knees buckling, goosebumps littering every inch of your skin.

Your hands reached out, feeling the taut waist of Charles and bringing him closer towards you. Your mouth quirked at the feel of his teeth grazing your lips, momentarily pulling away from you as though he needed to catch a breath of air.

But Charles didn't need it that much. Not when he could elicit a shudder from the tips of your feet as his tongue delved past the soft confines of your mouth. Not when he was sure that the tightening of your hand on his shirt was going to undo him.

You felt dizzy, needing to part your lips away from him. The sounds of your breaths heaving reverberated throughout the bathroom. Charles' lips were still on you, grazing the skin of your neck as he rested his hands on your waist.

Charles' voice was hoarse, as if the words were coiled in his throat and he could only just get them out. "J'attendais de faire ça… depuis toujours." I've been waiting to do that… for forever.

You smiled softly at his words, thumb gliding over his hand. "Would it be crazy to say that I've been dreaming about this moment?"

You weren't crazy was what Charles would've said if you hadn't taken his ability to speak away from him. Charles would daydream about this. It consumed his very being. Every second that raced by, every minute that flitted by, every hour that brought the night closer... it was all you. Everything and nothing was you.

Your teeth sunk down on your swollen lips, head tilting to the side. "We should probably get back to the party," you so maturely advised only to feel Charles' grip on your waist tighten.

"I really don't want to," Charles mumbled, chin nestling into your collarbone.

A small laugh slipped past your mouth. Cheesy to say, but it was music to his ears. "Charles, it's your party. You kind of have to."

"I'd rather just sit here with you." Charles removed his chin, blue eyes planted firmly on your face as he moving your hair behind your ears. His hands fell to your arms, gently tugging them towards himself while he took comfort sitting on the marble floor. "God knows how many seconds I've missed without you. I need to make them up."

You stared at him in awe, entirely baffled at his way with words. You could only smile in return, taking his hand to sit down on his lap before they found their new resting place around your waist once again. Your own hands were no different, hanging around his neck as you held his gaze with a gentleness beyond him.

Charles closed his eyes upon feeling your fingers in his hair. He could hear your sweet voice surround him. "Well..." you started with an amused tinge to your voice, "what are we going to do in here?"

Charles peeked open an eye, a small grin forming onto his face. "I can think of a few things," he suggested with a faux innocence.

You shook your head, suppressing your smile. "Your ideas wouldn't involve anything disgraceful, would it?"

"With you?" Charles questioned, eyes twinkling with a familiar tint of mischief. His head neared yours, hovering over your lips before finding the surface of your collarbone. With a lingering kiss, he spoke, hot breath flowing past your dress and down the valley of your breasts. "Never."

A shaky breath escaped your lips, feeling Charles' teeth skimming your skin, peeling off the straps of your dress from your shoulders while his hands busied themselves with the intricacies that had gotten you into this situation in the first place.

Moving your hands out of those straps, gently you shimmied off as much of the dress as you could, letting it pool at your waist.

"Oh fuck," Charles whispered under his breath, taking in the sight of you. "Belle." he praised, moving his lips down the valley of your chest, absorbing the warmth of your skin. Beautiful.

Your lips parted, letting a soft sigh fall, hands running through Charles' brown locks. The feel of his hands squeezing the flesh of your thighs made your heart race while the coolness of his rings against your searing skin made you shiver.

"Shit," you gasped as Charles' tongue found your pebbled nipple, head lolling back to push yourself into his touch. The grip of his hands on your thighs became tighter at your sounds. He took the time to circle your mounds, lathering them with every inch of himself, teeth purposely grazing to send ripples down your back.

Charles' pants felt impossibly tight, bulge pressed up against your thigh, only inches away from the burning heat between your legs. A small grin made its way onto your face, hips rocking forward.

You carefully watched the pure bliss sprawling across Charles' face as he moved away from your breasts. His hands moved from your thighs to your lower back, creeping towards your ass. Your eyes closed, feeling his clothed cock grind into your pussy, hands in his hair now firmly gripping those brown locks.

As the hairs of your body stood straight, an electric current seem to run through you. You felt dizzy again. But this time, it wasn't mind-numbing. No, you felt alive. Every sense was heightened. The soft lips of Charles' messily trying to kiss you, attempting to resist the collapse you were bringing him under as you ground into him. The sounds of your hot and heavy pants mixing together with only the pray it was covered by the music of the party. The unconscious feeling that someone could knock on the door that practically catch you was thrilling.

Charles could only just hear the moan of his own name fall from your swollen lips, lost in all the lewd sounds and desires whirling within him. He forced his eyes to open, breath falling into stutters upon the sight of you. A hum of acknowledge was all he could muster, for the fear he would entirely fall apart under you overwhelmed him.

He intently watched your lips, brows furrowed ever so slightly. Trying to understand what you were saying was proving to be difficult with this newfound lust-ridden tinnitus in his ears. But he was sure he understood you. Whether you said it backwards or in another language, the look on your face would tell him exactly what you begged.

"I need you."

Everything happened in a rush. Neither of you were quite sure how it happened nor when.

You both would remember a few glimpses: the desperation of Charles' hands trying to take off his pants, the feel of your hands on his chest, taking what felt like forever to undo the menacing buttons of his shirt, your heaving chest shuddering as his tongue found its way to the valley of your breasts yet again while he pulled off your dress, and the sparkling tint in your eyes when you found his gaze spelling out those three special words.

Charles' carefully watched your body quiver, your own eyes following his hands as they dipped between your legs, gently traversing your throbbing core. The whimper from your mouth as his finger took a stripe of your folds made him feral.

Your eyes followed his fingers, watching your arousal coat him entirely. Charles grinned, letting his dimples touch you in the right places. But his voice was nowhere near as light. "So wet. For me?" He queried with a harsh strain on his chords.

You moaned at his words, nodding as though you were hypnotised. "All for you," you responded, surprised at the rasp of your voice.

From that point out, you were simply a mess.

You had imagined what it would be like to feel Charles' fingers in you but God, it was better than anything you had ever come up with. The way his fingers pushed into your pussy, thrusting in and out at the most tantalising pace was chaotic. The occasional ghost of his thumb over your clit sent currents of pleasure so sharp it had you in shambles.

You couldn't help but buck your hips into his hands, greedy for more. And Charles was more than willing to help you fulfil that burning need. He pushed his fingers in further, making your lips part upon the feel of his cold rings against your scorching core.

"Oh fuck," you cried out, suddenly finding it almost difficult to breathe.

Again, Charles kept his eyes on you. Focused on the way your back arched for him while your body writhed at his touch. He was as insatiable as you were, moving his fingers faster, curling them at just the right spot, feeling the walls of your pussy clench around him. All the dreams he had of you gripping his cock were now beginning to flash through his mind.

You hands shot out to his arms, fingers sinking into his skin only slightly. "Charles," you mewled, "I'm going to– I..."

Fuck, you couldn't even finish a sentence. The end of the tunnel was so close... white was beginning to dot your vision, the tingling feeling sitting in your core that had been coiled up was now unwinding...

But it was your most unfortunate fate that greed had too infected the Monégasque. Any white light you had seen had reverted back, grounding you in reality.

"Charles, no, no, no... please," you begged, watching his fingers come out of your core, leaving you clenching around nothing.

Your pleas were terrifyingly turning Charles on by the second. He leaned forward, bringing his lips to quiet you with a soothing kiss. "I know," he murmured softly against your lips, voice strained more than ever. "But I really need you."

You were so caught up in your own pleasure, for a moment you had forgotten about Charles'. The entire time, his hard cock had been pressed against his stomach, standing in an angry and aching pain, pleading to be touched.

The rushed return of your lips upon his was enough to tell him to what he... what you both wanted.

Charles' hands moved to your waist, shifting you ever so gently over his cock. You watched the brush of his cock against your engorged folds send him into a state of convulsion for a second.

Christ, when was the last time Charles had felt this vulnerable? As though he was genuinely sure he couldn't last a second any longer.

"Putain." A high-pitched hiss spilled from his lips as he ground his bare cock against your pussy, savouring the pure craze he sent you by grazing his tip against your clit. Fuck.

"Cha, please, please don't tease," you whispered with your eyes closed, unsure whether you could handle this any longer.

Charles managed a soft smile, only finding himself in agreement with your words. He let out a shaky breath, aligning his length with your body. He looked up at you once again, finding your eyes now fully on him. "Tu vas bien?" Are you okay?

You smiled in return, nodding. "Perfect."

Charles grinned, keeping his eyes on you as he moved his hips, gently pushing his cock into your warm folds. His lips parted, watching you carefully adjust to the stretch he had brought. The sheer pleasure running through his spine could barely be put into words. "Chérie," he rasped, "can you take some more?"

You paused for a second, letting out a low blow at the mere sound of how needy Charles was. Slowly you nodded, head lolling back as he fully unsheathed himself into you, filling your every crevice with him.

His hips began to snap against your own, swollen lips pressed up and groaning against the skin of your neck. His cock rutted into you, feeling your walls grip him tightly as he imagined, allowing him to relieve the aching torment you had brought him under.

For a moment, in the lust haze, you wondered if anyone could hear you out there. You wondered if they could hear the obscene sounds coming from the both of you: the lost moans or the slaps of your sticky skin covered in a worked-up sweat as Charles pushed deeper into you.

Charles was also in a similar conundrum. He wondered if who else had seen you like this. And by this, he meant the blessed sight before him. The way your hair stuck your flushed cheeks, the absolute dazed look in your eyes, the angelic whimpers of need, the way your necklace shined against your skin, or the dance of your eyelashes as you looked at him... you were beautiful.

Charles' hands gripped your waist even tighter, his moans becoming more repetitive. Your ears perked at the sound of your name falling from his lips.

"I..." Charles began, voice drenched in an emotional frequency only you were tuned into. "I..." he breathed, holding your gaze.

For a mere flit of a second, you could the glassy sheen over those perfect eyes of his and you knew exactly what he meant.

"I know, Charles," You softly murmured, "Je t'aime aussi." I love you too.

With the deeper thrusts and a grazing brush over your clit, you could see those white dots again as your body began to shake. The vice grip you had on his cock told Charles everything he needed to know.

A silent gasp fell from your lips. Your surroundings began to blur, orgasm hitting you in waves, each one harder than the one before. In the midst of the flood, you could hear Charles' moans. "Tell me where to cum, please," he groaned, fastening his pace.

"Inside," you responded, only hearing a guttural moan fall from Charles' lips, his own hips stuttering to the music of your voice.

Again, you could feel him in every crevice of your pussy, but this time your walls had been painted with ropes of his warm cum spilling into you. And you clenched around him, taking every single last drop you could get.

Charles felt your body gently collapse against him, equally as tired and fucked out as him. He smiled gently, pressing a soft and exhausted kiss to your forehead, feeling you return a small kiss on his chest. "Je t'aime... pour toujours." I love you... forever.

You kept him close to you, hugging him tightly. "...et toujours. And always.

The pounding music of the party slipped past the cracks of the locked door. You spotted the clothes you had sprawled across the floor and winced. Pulling your body from Charles, you giving a cheeky smile. "So about that party..."

Charles blinked, also hearing the music. He groaned, head falling to your bare chest. "Please no."

© 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑

[fuxuannie]

Hey girl, I LOVED YOUR HEADCANONS. Specifically abt Ken x Reader. If you can write about headcanons abt maybe when he's jealous? You covered literally almost everything in your headcanons, so I have nothing to request except this 😭

❥﹒kenji sato x gender neutral reader

✦. synopsis — part 2 of the kenji sato headcanons because i am totally normal <3

✦. love mail — i swear i promise ill post hsr guys 😞 just let me have my moment w sato i beg. i’ve decided to just do this req + add some more hehe. thank you sm requester for enabling my brain rot! (pls more ppl do so)

✦. tags — NO SPOILERS, fluff, dadgirl kenji, non-intimate/sexual kissing, kenji sato x reader, i wrote this w my brain off again ( ´͈ ᗨ `͈ ;; pls

Jealousy was not fun for the Kenji Sato. Before Emi came along and changed him, I can see him being the type to get jealous easily. Why would you need to talk to other people anyway? You had him, he was the best. He’d make it real obvious too, suddenly wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close, or the following days he has you wear his iconic jacket while you’re out with him so everyone knows exactly who and what you two are. If it gets to the better of him, he’ll get all pouty about it. He wants all your attention, your eyes all over him and him only. Maybe even hands but that’s a different thing. But I think after Emi’s influence, it’s less possessive and he’s grown to trust you with others instead of letting his feelings get in the way. Of course he’s not immune to jealousy, but you notice it a lot less. It’s less suffocating for you and you’re grateful he’s grown. You did love the pouty face he’d make though, it was cute.

Now if you were jealous, which is really no surprise.. Kenji had thousands of admirers, he had gifts on his doorstep like every other day. He’ll do everything to prove and reassure you that you’re the only one who has his heart. He’ll post you on his social media, take you out on dates, all those things to wash your worries away. Lastly, he’ll hold you in his arms at night and whisper everything he loves about you. Everything you were silently insecure about, he loved. Every date you thought he forgot, he remembered. And to meet a guy like that? How lucky can you be? (He tells you he’s luckier of course. <3)

I think he’s a messy kisser for the most part 🧐. (Forgive me in advance for this part. I am not very good at these things.) When he can take his time, he’s slow and gentle. Genuinely just trying to show you that yeah, he loves you, so damn much. And he’s going to show that through his passion by taking things slow so you can really feel his devotion. Other times, because he’s always in a rush, he’ll do a messy but clearly desperate kiss. He doesn’t like leaving without one, and you can describe him kissing you like it’s his last, (because it’s really not a far-fetched guess considering his line of work) his hand behind your head and pressing your lips against his in an almost ravenous manner. He does give you a very quick kiss on the forehead and runs off after finishing, leaving you a little dazed.

He LOVES to take you out on night rides. If ever you get a little nervous/have a fear of motorcycles, he’ll talk you all the way through via the cardo he put into your helmet. He’ll take you to some nice cafes or restaurants around Tokyo, other time’s he’ll bring you to some favourite childhood spot of his. When you arrive, he’ll tell you about his mother and the memories he’s made in this very special spot. It warms your heart to see his expression be so fond when he talks about his childhood – he truly misses it.

Before you knew of Kenji’s identity, I think it would be funny if you hated Ultraman. You just LOATHED the guy, Kenji asked your thoughts on Ultraman on the first date and you went on a rant about how he threw your car at a Kaiju only to miss. (He felt so embarrassed). It would be funnier if afterwards, he began to actually do his job as Ultraman properly.. and avoided cars on your street and avenue. He wanted to make sure you didn’t utterly hate Ultraman before revealing that he was him.

It would be cute if you and him knew each other like, much earlier. And you called him Ken. And then he made that his alias while he was becoming an All-Star baseball player. :) He’ll brag about it all the time in interviews too, that you’re the reason he uses it. <3

He’s the typa guy to have a picture of you in his room, behind his phone case, in his wallet, in his car and literally anywhere he can get his hands on. He bought a polaroid camera just to take pictures of you, he could care less about the price of film or the camera itself.. he just wanted to have as many pictures of you as possible. He’ll brag about it to his baseball teammates too, considering he also keeps one in his pockets for good luck. :)

You're his goodluck charm. <3

[wileys-russo]

just like mummy II l.williamson

in the same universe as legacy and little golfer

"mila! mil? mila?" leah called out with a frown, poking her head in each room with a frown that deepened each time she didn't find her daughter.

"okay bubba this isn't funny we need to leave soon!" leah's voice wavered as she ducked down, checking under the beds with a huff as again she came up empty.

"mila? mummy isn't joking we really need to leave!" leahs chest tightened a little as she went room to room hunting for the four year old.

normally you took charge when it came to getting your daughter ready of a morning before training, but considering today was pre season media day you'd had meetings set earlier than leahs so you'd already left before the four year old was up.

normally mila was the very first awake of the three of you but last night she'd been particularly stubborn about refusing to go to bed which leah had promised to take care of after almost two hours of trying to get her settled, practically locking you in the bathroom to shower.

when you'd finished you'd found them both curled up on the lounge in front of the tv, passed out together with a rerun of the euros playing on the large screen.

so with a much later bedtime than normal she'd actually slept in to the point leahs alarm had gone off and she was stunned to be alone in bed, expecting a four year old lump curled up on the end of her bed as usual like a cat.

"ready!" the blonde almost jumped out of her skin as tiny footsteps sounded behind her.

"i look like you! wanted to match today." the girl grinned, one of leahs arsenal kits hanging down on her like a dress and her feet drowned in a pair of football boots and socks which continued to fall down.

"stay up!" the smaller blonde huffed yanking at them with a scowl which if you'd been there you'd have commented was near identical to leahs own.

"oh mila." leah chuckled, relief flooding her body replaced quickly with amusement. "you have boots! lets go find them you monkey." the blonde laughed, scooping up her daughter and tossing her over her shoulder.

~

"mama!" you looked away from the interviewer at the familiar scream, hiding a laugh at the way your wife grabbed the back of your daughters top trying to restrain her, other hand barely holding together her own bag as well as mila's, lia hurrying over to lend a hand.

"thats us pretty much done anyway." the interviewer smiled kindly, nodding for you to go as you thanked them and shook hands, standing up and heading over to where a small riot had taken place as mila's aunties all fought over who got a hug first.

"excuse me i think i take priority." you called out over the squabbling, leah almost taken to the floor by the force in which your daughter pulled to get to you, letting go and catching her footing as a small body slammed into your legs.

"mama you weren't there when i woke up." mila frowned as you smiled and smoothed her creased eyebrows out with your thumb, squatted down to be at her level.

"i know, but remember i told you i had to come to work early? to take pictures." you poked her stomach a few times eliciting a giggle. "oh yeah. hey look! i match mummy." mila perked back up, taking a step back and doing a spin.

"you didn't want to match me?" you gasped in mock offence, mila shaking her head with a cheeky smile and running back to leah before you could grab her.

"no i'm mummys little gunner."

~

it was around an hour later when the day took a turn, mila having been passed around between your teammates as you and leah fulfilled your interviews and commitments.

you were doing a few tiktoks with laia for barclays when you were interrupted by your best friend, whispering something to one of the producers who frowned but nodded.

"williamson, you're needed. can someone go find pelova to take her place please?"

confused you stepped aside, alessia grabbing your hand without another word and tugging you away. "where are we going?" you questioned with a frown. "we have a problem." the blonde sighed, refusing to elaborate much more as she pulled you out of the main room.

"wait is it mila? is she hurt? sick? do we need an ambulance?" you began to panic as you were pulled toward the change rooms. "yes, no, no, not yet." alessia answered which didn't help ease your anxiety.

"not yet!" you exclaimed though as the taller girl pulled you into the change rooms and you saw the sight in front of you, suddenly things all made sense.

"oh my god."

"just like mummy!" mila cheered, sat on the bench on lia's lap with a horrendously self cut attempt at a fringe, safety scissors confiscated and a very guilty looking kyra hovering about nearby.

"what. happened." you exhaled unable to drag your gaze away from your daughters new haircut.

"she was with kyra and i and we were colouring. then she asked for some scissors and we assumed she was going to cut out the picture from her book to show you and leah and well we looked away for like one minute and..." lia began to explain, trailing off gesturing to mila's forehead and her new 'bangs'.

"mila.." you exhaled, dragging your hands down your face as alessia rubbed your back gently. "mummy got a hair cut, so i got a hair cut." the four year old beamed clearly very proud of herself.

"has leah seen-" "nope."

though you may have jinxed it as footsteps sounded and the woman i question arrived, mila's bag in hand ready to tell the pair of you that you were all free to head to lunch.

"leah. it was an accident love, breathe." you grabbed your wifes arms watching her face change as she took in mila's haircut and the scissors sitting idly by, mouth opening and closing as she looked around the room.

"kyra. we need to go outside...for a little chat." leah warned, voice calm and face anything but as she didn't even wait for someone to explain before deciding who she was blaming for this.

"leah-" the girl couldn't even get a word out before she sprinted off, your wife quick to follow her as mila just giggled and you sighed, alessia's hand coming to sit on her shoulder.

"now i think we might need that ambulance."

[enwoso]

grumpy r going to the beach with the arsenal girls

SANDY — alessia russo x child!reader

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"wait a second missus!" mummy laughed as you tried to run out of her hold, as you were stood next to her as she rubbed a second layer of sun cream into your skin.

"but- krya is waitin' make a sandcastle!" you frowned at your mummy as she started to spray more sun cream onto your legs, your skin starting to feel really sticky.

"don't worry lovie, the sand isn't going to run away!" alessia pointed out as she grabbed your little sun hat from her bag beside her, listening to you mumble on about how the sand might run away.

while alessia fixed your hand on your head for what have may been the thousandth time today, you had been insisting all morning that you didn’t need it on but with the it being a pretty hot day in portugal alessia was taking no chances of you getting sun stroke.

“please lovie, keep your hat on! otherwise you’ll have to sit under here where there’s no fun!” alessia pointed to the shade where all the bags had been put while the rest of the arsenal girls were playing beach game.

“okay! bye mummy!” you yelled running along the sand to where kyra had already begun your huge sand castle which you wanted to be the size of you.

alessia watched amused as you ran off toward the young australian, your pink bucket and spade already being put to use as alessia finally got a second to breathe this morning after having you jumping off the walls about being excited to go to the beach with all the arsenal girls.

the day passed and the arsenal girls played on the beach in sunny portugal up until the evening, you happily creating a sandcastle of your dreams as each arsenal girl came over and helped adding there own little thing to it, as a smile never left your face the entire time.

“mummy! come look!” you yelled out, as alessia stopped her game of rounders spinning around to see where you were.

“duty calls!” katie called out as alessia laughed as you ran into your mummy’s leg grabbing her hand as you pulled her towards where you’d been making your sand castle there only being one thing alessia could find that was missing?

“lovie, where’s kyra gone?” alessia asked, considering she was the one that had been with you all day. the blonde being quite confused but also concerned about one how long you may have been on your own for and where had the australian gone as she wasn’t with the rest of the girls who were playing rounders.

“oh! kyra is-“ you began a giggle coming from you, a one alessia knew all too well.

“here!” you cheered as alessia’s eyes widened. the young australian was buried to her chest in sand as the blonde tried to stifle her laugh.

“how do you end up in these situations kyra?” alessia tried to stay serious as it maybe wasn’t the best thing that her three nearly four year old was going round burying her teammates in the sand but then again for once it wasn’t kyra who was the perpetrator she had fallen as the victim.

“well she asked me and i originally said no but then cute little pouty eyes got me and i couldn’t say no-” kyra explained as you were sat on the sand patting any sand that had came undone back into place.

“actually think she might of hypnotised me!” kyra mumbled rolling her eyes as you yelled out you were going to get the other girls to show them your castle and kyra who you deemed as your body guard for the castle — not a very good one though since kyra’s arms were trapped under the sand but nevertheless alessia didn’t want to dampen your imagination!

“kyra she three! she doesn’t even know what the word means!” alessia laughed as kyra began to plead with the blonde to help her out the sand before the rest of the girls come over.

“alessia! help me out of the sand now. otherwise i’m never going to live this down!” kyra pleaded bringing out the same puppy dog eyes you always try on the blonde.

“oh them eyes don’t work on me… i’m so going to enjoy this!” alessia paused as she moved to sit down next to kyra, patting her on the head who shot alessia a scowl as they both watched you drag all the arsenal girls over in the direction of the two.

[svuguru]

more daddy gojo please <3

incest ! minors and antis dni pls, i'm not responsible for the content you do or do not consume ^_^ single dad satoruu but it's not explicitly mentioned that's just how i pictured this scenariooo :< feat. a bit of suguru but he doesn't do much and has like no action sorryyy :3

Your dad's not usually a fair man, you learned that a long time ago - but today, it's different. He invited his friends over to hang out and whatever, but you love spending time with your dad... but where does that get you?

Satoru has you sitting on his thigh, bouncing you up and down on it while teasing you with two long fingers rubbing you through the thing fabric of your panties. He can feel the damp spot in the middle of it, but what does he do? Nothing, of course. You're whining and squirming in his hold, repeatedly huffing about how he's being so mean and teasing you so much.

What's even worse? Suguru, his best friend, doesn't even tell him to take it easy on you. No, instead, it's as if he encourages it.

"You've got such a pretty girl on your hands, Satoru," Suguru laughs in amusement, his chin resting on his palm as he watches Satoru stroke your needy cunt through your thin, soaked panties. Your skirt's bunched up to your waist, as it gives your dad more space to move around.

"I know, she's the sweetest thing ever," a grin embraces Satoru's features as he looks down at you, entertained by how desperate you look, flushed cheeks and pouty lips.

"Daddyyyyy!' You whine, placing one hand on his unoccupied thigh and the other on the armrest of the sofa. With the way you're acting, it's as if you forgot you had company over.

"What is it, what's wrong?" Satoru asks, feigning concern. He plants a kiss to the top of your head, and he can feel Suguru's gaze glued to the damp spot on your panties and how Satoru's fingers rub over it.

"Please, need you t' actually touch me.." you frown, which results in a laugh from both Satoru and Suguru.

"She's so needy," Suguru teases.

"Isn't she?" Satoru grins lazily against your skin. While making you believe he's not gonna give you any more than he already has, his fingers trail towards the hem of your panties before sliding his hand inside, the tips of his fingers teasing your poor pussy.

"A-ah, daddy-!" You gasp and turn your head to look at your father with wide eyes. Satoru's other hand works on slipping your panties down, just to give him enough space to move his fingers freely.

"So wet," Satoru groans, "you dirty girl." You cry at how he ruthlessly teases you, both with his words and with his fingers. Satoru's long digits smear your arousal all around your cunt, the feeling making your legs twitch.

You're not warned beforehand when Satoru pushes one finger into your sopping hole, your walls clenching around it out of surprise. It's not long before he slips in another digit and starts pumping them into you.

"W-wait, daddy, don't, don't-" but of course, your words fall to death ears. Your whines aren't genuine, just in the moment because you're already feeling so overwhelmed.

Satoru thrusts his wrist into you, your breath hitching and going uneven. Your warm, gummy walls envelop his digits, eyebrows knitting together. You're so tight, still getting used to the feel of dad's fingers moving inside you.

"Don't worry, baby, 'm gonna make you feel so good... you trust me, yeah?" Satoru whispers into your ear, his breath warmly fanning against your skin. After a moment, you slowly nod your head.

"I trust you, daddy.." you mumble, your lower lip trembling. As a way to praise you, Satoru pats your cheek, pressing a kiss to your ear and smiling against it.

"Attagirl, princess, that's my girl." He sounds oh so proud of you, like he's glad you're finally letting go after whining about how much you needed him.

[satorusugurugurl]

Could I request JJK men helping you masturbate? More specifically, it's late at night and reader masturbates, they wake up but are too tired to actually do anything so they just whisper in ur ear or just guide the toy with their hand 😇 Modern AU with Nanami, Gojo, Geto, and Sukuna if possible, thank you sm I love ur writing it gets me GOING everytime you post teehee!! 🩷😁‼️

Guide You

Summary: A modern!au when during a late night solo session gets spicy as JJK men help you get off. 🥴

Characters: Nanami Kento, Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Ryomen Sukuna, AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 4,492

Warning: Spicy, smutty stuff, masturbation, toy use, praising, language

A/N: Hi Nonnie! Thanks for the request! I hope you enjoyed it! I hope it wasn't too repetitive I kinda struggled for a bit in a couple of places! 🥲 but I loooove you thank you!! 💚💚💚

Nanami Kento:

Your husband was the best pediatric ortho doctor in the city, which came with its positives and negatives. He was paid well, loved what he did, and was able to spoil you. Rotten with gifts and luxurious trips. The downside was the hours and overtime he hated to put in and the fact that you rarely got to see you some nights.

This was one of those challenging weeks while he was on call because it seemed like every child in the city decided this was the week to break their bones. By the time his week was finally over, your poor husband was exhausted, mentally and physically

You lay in bed, gently stroking his snored into his pillow. His features were finally relaxed as he dreamed peacefully next to you. You loved seeing him relaxing, with a gentle look on his face as he finally got the rest he deserved. The poor guy was tuckered out, and when he got home, he promised to make up for the long week to you this weekend with his mouth and his cock

And you were desperate to have him

You both made several attempts this week to have a quickie in the morning, the kitchen, and the car ride to work, but each attempt was interrupted. It was like the worst kind of edging. When Nanami had gotten home tonight, you had the full intention of riding him until he passed out, but the moment you saw how tired he was, you decided your pleasure could wait until he was well rested.

That’s what you kept telling yourself: to not jump his bones, you could wait. You weren’t some Horndog that needed to be consistently fucked within an inch of her life. You could function as a normal human. Telling yourself that helped for a second before thoughts of pushing you against any surface and having his way with you had your short soaked and your pussy throbbing

Maybe you weren’t too strong

Squeeze your thighs together, rubbing some relief, but it was suddenly too hot, and your brain was buzzing too loudly at one in the morning. You needed to get off, but you didn’t want to wake your exhausted husband, which meant you needed the hell of your trusty wand vibrator

You pulled the blue toy out of your nightstand before slipping under the sheets. An orgasm would be enough to tide you over for the night. Tugging your shorts down your hips, pulling them around your thighs, you press the tip of the wand against your clit, turning it on the lowest setting. The buzzing vibrations had you moaning softly, tilting your head back against your pillow.

The simmering desire between your legs began to increase to a boil, fire, throbbing, making your legs twitch and tremble as your eyes tight, imagining being the one to touch you, bringing you this delicious pleasure that was burning hot. You pictured him slotted between your legs, tongue torturing the little bundle of nerves, while honey-brown eyes stared into yours, eagerly eating you out and driving you towards release. That image of your husband had you turning the speed to the toy up. The buzzing grew louder as you chewed on your bottom lip to hold back the moans, trying to

While you did your best to keep your moans silent with the sound of the vibrator muffled by the sheets, it was the squirming of your legs that caused your husband to stir next to you. Nanami hummed his eyes, opening them just in time to watch your mouth fall into an ‘O’ shape while your eyes shut tight. He blinks lazily, trailing down the curves of your trembling body, listening to the soft humming buzz of your favorite toy

His poor wife must be pent up. As much as he would like to roll over and fuck you into the mattress, he was too tired. He might not be able to fuck you, but he could still offering and helping hand.

You were in your fantasy that you didn’t realize Kento was right next to your ear. His breath flushed over your cheeks, his lips pressing against it. Feeling his warmth next to you and his lips on your skin, the smell of his body wash had you whimpering as you spread your leg

“Mm, that’s it, baby. Does that feel good?” Nanami whispers in your ear. “You’re trembling, and it must feel good.”

“It feels really good, Kento, so good.” Your leg shakes more as he buries his face in your neck, kissing it gently fuck

“Turn it up higher. Don’t tease yourself like that.” As Nanami’s hand wraps around the wand, he presses one of the buttons, increasing the speed to a higher setting. “You’ve been such a good girl. You deserve to cum.”

Your hips buck forward as your left-hand grips the sheets. You could feel the burning fire growing hotter and hotter between your legs, spreading down to the tips of your toes to your abdomen, where the kindling flames grow hotter. A coil tightened. You were so close, and Nanami was sleep-deprived, could tell. He turned the speed up higher with a moan, grinning against your skin as you inhaled sharply, legs clamping together as you gripped his forearm with your hand.

“Oh-Kento! Oooh fuck~ fuck I’m gonna cum! !”

“That’s right, let it go cum for me.”

“Nnngh!” Nails dug into his skin as waves of pleasure washed over you. “Oh my god! Oh my god, c-cumming~!.” Your husband chuckled, his breath warming the skin on your face as you both worked yourself down from the intense orgasm.

“Pent up, darling?”

You hum, nodding as you pull the toy away, turning it off before putting the wand on your nightstand with a pleased sigh. “Yeah, I’m sorry I woke you up.” Large, calloused hands wrap around your waist, pulling you into the warmth of his body.

“No, you’re fine. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to help out more.”

“That was hot enough to tide me over until you get some well-deserved rest.”

Nanami’s lips press against yours in a kiss as he shuts his eyes. “Then you better get some sleep. I have a week to make up for, so you’ll need all the rest you can get.” The promise of him ruining almost how you want, but the steady rhythm of his heartbeat had you falling asleep with him in your arms.

Gojo Satoru:

Gojo Satoru, your boyfriend, was well known for his company, Six Eyes. A game developing company that produced some of the best video games of the era, making your rich boyfriend even richer. Gojo was constantly whisking you away on spontaneous trips. If you saw some new viral dessert in Canada, you both were off to try it. If you were stressed, no worries; a weekend in Fiji would fix that.

While his job paid exceptionally well and was stable, he also went on many business trips. The Jet Lag was real, but your boyfriend made it a point to try to readjust his sleep schedule whenever he got home, which sometimes meant he’d stay up close to twenty-four hours to do just that. Some nights when he got home, like today, he had been up so long that he was out like a light the second his head hit the pillow.

You didn’t mind. Just sleeping next to Satoru, wrapped in his arms, made up for the two weeks he was away. But being wrapped in his arms like you were right now also had downsides. His breath was hot against your neck as his chin rubbed that sweet spot where your shoulder connected to your neck, and his leg was firmly pressed against your sex.

God, you were so horny you felt like your whole body was on fire. There was no way you could fall asleep like this wet and needy. It would be awesome if your boyfriend was up and able to help you with your situation. But the rumbling of his snores clued you in that there was no hope for two A.M. quickies.

Taking matters into your own hands, you crawled out of his koala grip, reaching into your nightstand and pulling out your g-spot vibrator. God, you were so wet you didn’t even need lube. All you needed to do was rub the toy up and down over your folds before dipping the tip inside of you. You hissed out in pleasure before pushing the toy deeper inside of the tip, pressed firmly against that sensitive, spongy spot inside of you, the one that made you squirm. With a whimper, you turned it on and began thrusting it in and out of your tight pussy.

It felt so good, and it made your body burn hotter. The familiar coil in your abdomen began twitching to life. You hummed, rocking your head forward as you laid on your side gently, thrusting in and out of you faster, working yourself up to release, but you ran into the same problem you always did with a toy like this.

It got too intense.

You’d feel yourself getting close; your legs would clamp down together, making it nearly impossible for you to move the toy when you were trying to rub circles around your twitching clit. You would struggle to keep the rhythm pace and ultimately end up edging yourself endlessly.

“Fuck!” A harsh whisper sounded as you felt your orgasm slipping away again, your legs clamping together tighter. “Come on.” You were so close you could almost cry. The sweet release was just within your grasp and kept slipping away.

Biting down on your bottom lip, watching your trembling legs try to clamp together for the third time, making it almost impossible for you to move the toy in and out. If your vibrator were charging, this would have been much easier to do. But alas, your toy was dead, meaning you had to use your fingers while trying to thrust your toy in and out of you, feeling your orgasm for the third time. You were about to give up when an ivory hand reached between your legs, finding your clit with ease.

“H-Haaah, Satoru!” you gasped out as the warmth of his body snuggled closer against your side.

Gojo had been dreaming when you cried out in frustration, his eyes open, finding you struggling to reach that sweet release. He lay there momentarily, eyes still heavy as he debated oncoming to sleep when your voice broke. You sounded like you were going to cry and not in the way. So, fighting against the drowsiness, he inched closer to you, deciding to give you a helping hand.

The sharp circles you loved around your click while he forced his knee between your legs, forcing them to stay open, giving you the chance to fuck the toy faster into your heat. The stress and struggle on you were lifted as Toru rubbed his chin over that sweet spot on your shoulder before he trailed kisses down your neck.

“I got you.” his voice was thick sleep. “I got you; you can relax, sweetheart; you can cum~”

“T-Toru—” you whine out your hand, moving faster. “Satoru!”

Your boyfriend is leaning over your body, watching you drive closer to release. “That a girl~ don’t it up, don't stop.”

“B-But—”

“Shh~ relax, baby.” Gojo’s other hand reached under your body, his hand wrapping around yours that was thrusting the toy. “Keep moving like this, just like I do with my cock. You like it when I do that, right? When I that tight little cunt?” his lips brush over your shoulder as he moves the toy at a faster speed.

Your head tilts back as you feel the coil in your abdomen tightening.” C-Close—!” you whisper, eyes rolling back into your school as you beat up.

“Yeah? Does that feel good, sweetheart? You gonna cum?” His husky breathes as you nod. “Good girlfriend, that’s it. I can feel your leg shaking. You’re gonna cum so hard.”

“T-Toru!”

“Yeah, yeah, baby, good girl, such a good girl~!” Satoru causes your body to convulse as your breathing catches in your throat. “Mhmm fuck!”

Your pulse was racing, causing both you and Satoru’s hand to still as you cum. Waves of pleasure send you rocking back against him the entire time you cry and shake, littering your shoulder with kisses until you gently pull the toy out with a satisfied cry. His hand rests over your hip, gently holding you as you toss the toy to the foot of the bed. There was always time to clean it later; you were afraid if you tried to get up on wobbly legs, you would most likely collapse on the floor.

Opting out of leaving the bed, you roll over to face Satoru. His eyes are heavy as he looks at you through white, luscious lashes with a gentle smile. Grabbing Satoru’s handsome face with your hands, you kiss him deeply, making him hum happily as he lazily kisses you back before you pull away.

“Thank you, Toru.”

“Mhmm~” his eyes finally shut as he rubs his face into the pillow before squeezing you closer to his body. “Love you.”

“I love you too, Satoru. Get some rest, honey.” Before those words leave your mouth, your boyfriend snores softly against the pillow with a gentle smile.

Geto Suguru:

The problem with dating an EMT was the fluctuating hours. Some weeks, you and Suguru worked the same hours on the same days, while others had him on the night shift. This week had been nothing by the night shift. You couldn't complain, though. At least he would have the next four days off to spend with you. You could go out on dates, fuck each other, and he could rest, catching up on the sleep he had been deprived of. You both usually did that, but tonight, there was a problem.

You were currently ovulating and unbearably horny.

Suguru had worked his ass off this week, having been on calls nonstop for the entirety of his 12-hour shift. Usually, he’d be raring to go, needing to take his frustrations out on you, but today has been hard, rough call after call. You could see the exhaustion in his eyes as a kid tissues off and made it straight to the bathroom to take a hot shower, but we’re probably passing out face first in bed.

You lay down next to him, pressing your lips together as you stared at his sleeping face. His hair fell over his eyes, and he hugged his pillow tight as his sweats hung low on his hips. One leg was underneath the sheets, while the other was bent near his chest. How was it legal for him to be this fucking hot. That wasn’t even the hormones talking. That was a straight fact.

The hormones were telling you to breed you until you cried. But Suguru’s pale skin in the dark circles under his eyes prevented you from waking him. Waking him up to satisfy your needs was cruel when you were perfectly capable of satisfying yourself.

As long as you could see his handsome face and his breath, it would be to keep you in the moment. He was out so hard he wouldn’t see you staring at him like you were some pervert while you got yourself off lying on your side facing him; you bit back a moan as you rubbed your favorite flexor toy over your opening before sliding it inside of you with a shiver

The toy was pressed firmly against your g-spot and clit. When turned on, it would flex, mimicking fingers moving inside of you. It was your favorite toy, one your boyfriend had bought specifically for you, which made this even hotter. Small whimpers left your mouth as your eyes focused on Suguru, who slept soundly across from you.

Doing something like this, masturbating in front of him without him, knowing had your walls twitching in pleasure

“Haaah—” wind, one hand, gripping the pillow behind your head while the other grasped at the sheets. The curling motion and vibrations made you wetter than you already were, which seemed almost impossible. Your arousal seeped out of you, coating your folds, thighs, and your favorite pink toy buried inside you, and the pleasure of doing it in front of your handsome boyfriend without his knowledge had you squirming, resulting in the toy slipping out of you.

“H-Huh?” The feeling of the vibrations against that spongy spot inside of you vanished. “What the?” reaching down, you pushed it back in place, but your wet walls had it slipping out again. “Y-You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

You repeated the same process, pushing the toy inside, but it continued slipping out, turning your very steamy solo session into a much more frustrating scenario. It was hard to get into the moment when you were constantly having to push your favorite toy back inside of you. You finally reached down, holding it firmly in place with one hand. So you could handle the situation. Before you could lose yourself in the pleasure, you glanced back up to admire your boyfriend, only to meet his dark gaze, watching you with a lazy grin.

“S-Sugu!”

“Oh~ don't stop, please~ I love watching you get off.” he hummed with a smirk, snuggling closer into his pillow. “Could wait for the morning~ had to get out your toy?”

“Y-Yes—”

He glanced down, “Need a hand?” You can only nod as he reaches down, replacing your hand with his own. “Fuuuck~ baby, you're so fuckin’ wet.” he pushes the toy deeper inside, holding it snuggling in place.

“I-I was I-imagining you, f-fingering—nngh—” Your mouth falls agape as you watch Suguru as the vibrator flexes against your clit and g-spot perfectly. Your hips buck, and your leg trembles as you cry out softly.

“Yeah~ you always get needy for my fingers.” he gently rocks the toy black and forth, making a whimper crawl up your throat. “Does that feel like me~? Rocking my fingers against that spot?”

“Ooooh fuck S-Suguru, Sugu~”

Your boyfriend’s thumb presses the button, increasing the speed to the highest setting. “Oooh baby~ you sound so pretty, moaning my name like that.” He smirked as you grip his bicep, digging your fingers into the muscle. “You’re gonna cum~ I can tell.”

“Y-Yes! Please, Sugu, please, please, I need it!”

As much as he would like to edge you, keep this going, he was still tired. So he rocks the toy back and forth, faster and harder, drawing out the loudest moans from you. It felt so good. It felt like he was touching you while guiding a toy he had purchased for you. Your nails nearly broke the skin as you clinched your hand around his bicep, the coil in your abdomen tightening harder and harder until it finally snapped.

“I'm cumming!” screamed out legs, trembling and shaking as you gushed all over the toy. “C-Cummin’ cumming!” Subaru couldn’t help but chuckle as you arrived against the mattress; you were so sensitive, so easy to please, because he knew you like the back of his hand.

As the rippling contractions of pleasure ceased, your grip on his arm loosened before gently rubbing away the crescent moon shapes you left behind. “Feel better?” Suguru asked as he gently removed the toy from inside you.

“Yeah, it's your fault—ahh—” your words cut off as you watched your boyfriend slide his tongue slowly up the toy collecting your cum off of it. “W-What are you?!”

“A midnight snack should be enough to tie me over until I fully devour you in the morning.”

Your boyfriend nonchalantly placed the toy on his side of the nightstand before hugging his pillow and shutting his eyes as if he hadn’t just done something so sinfully hot! If it weren’t for the mere intensity of your orgasm, pulling you into dreamland, you would’ve taken him right then and there and told him to relax while you did all the work. Suguru was right; you would have to wait for a proper meal in the morning, and you would beat him to it.

Ryomen Sukuna:

Ryomen Sukuna, you’re hot, tattooed, and pierced boyfriend, was snoring next to you in bed. His right arm was in a black brace courtesy of the sofa. You had begged him to wait until you got off a call to help him move it, but he insisted that he would be fine alone. And he was until the damn thing nearly crushed his little brother Yuuji when your back was turned.

It was a hairline fracture that would quickly heal in six to eight weeks. Plus, with the hairline fracture, Sukuna could still do simple things like piercings and scheduling appointments at Geto’s tattoo shop. Your boyfriend had been lucky that he had a lot of muscles to take the blunt of the hit from the massive sofa. Your boyfriend wasn’t fortunate enough to avoid your wrath when he said he could care for himself and his brothers alone.

Hearing him say that caused you to blow a fuse. It was bad enough that he had tried to move a sofa alone! Then he dares to tell you he doesn’t need help around the house. Sukuna told you he would be fine nursing a hairline fracture while working and caring for his brothers, which caused you to tell him to shut up and stop being an asshole. That’s how you found yourself with your bags packed in the corner of his room as your ass was planted firmly in his bed while he slept off his pain meds.

He could fight you all he wanted, but you wanted to be there for him.

With a heavy side, you brush back some of your hair as you glance at the clock on the wall. The adrenaline had been pumping through your veins, keeping you wired most of the evening. You were wired after taking Sukuns to the hospital, picking up his brothers, and packing a bag to bring. Seeing that it was now one in the morning, you had a couple of choices to help with your insomnia. You could pull an all-nighter and take a nap on the day, or you could relieve the tension with an orgasm and fall asleep that way.

Having to choose between sleep, deprivation, and pleasure wasn’t a hard decision. Without any other thoughts, you reached into Sukuna’s nightstand, pulling out the vibrator he kept there for you. With that bad boy, he would be able to cum in no time. You had just laid on your back and went to turn it on the highest setting for it to do absolutely nothing. You gave it another click, finding your favorite toy dead.

“No,” you whine, leaning against the pillows. “Fuck no.” as much as you hated it, you would have to go back to the ages and get off with your hand if that was even possible.

With a soft side, you pull to the side before your swollen clit with ease. You gently began rubbing it with your forefinger and slowly teasing circles. Your toes curled as you pressed down on the bundle of nerves with a whimper. It felt good, but you weren’t sure if this would be enough for you. Your boyfriend had not only been your first for almost everything, but he has successfully ruined you for anyone else

And the smug bastard knew that, too

Rubbing your clit faster, you spread your shaking legs with a shaky sigh. Touching yourself, of course, felt good. It always did, but it wasn’t enough, whether it was the lack of callouses or how your fingers were much smaller than your boyfriend's. Or it could just be the fact that your hand wasn’t his. Those thoughts only made it harder for you to focus on the pleasure,

“Kuna,” you whispered, glancing at the ceiling. “Yes~” You were trying to mimic his fingers over your swollen bud, picturing his mouth on your tits, sucking at your nipples. “Fuck.” imaging that only increased the pleasure, making you rub yourself as fast as your fingers would allow. The pleasure only seemed to intensify, urging your hands to grab the sheets instead of continuing to get you off. “Fuuck.” They were about to slow down when Sukuna swatted your hand away and replaced it with his left one. “Haaah!”

Looking up, you found your groggy boyfriend sitting on his knees, the right hand pressed close to his chest while the other rubbed furiously at your clit. “Gotta move your fingers faster than that kitten.” his voice was deep and groggy from the sleep and the medication he was on. “You’re never gonna cum like that.” Your hands dug into the sheets and snapped your fingers faster and harder. I guess that sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Fuck, fuck, fuuuck!”

“What? You were begging me to do so. This is what you wanted, right?” Sukuna moves his hand as fast as he can as you bite down on your bottom lip when the pleasure becomes almost too much.“Then do it, cum all over my fingers like the good kitten that you are.”

“I-Im gonna—!”

“Yeah? Gonna finally cum now that your boyfriend’s helping you out?”

“Y-Yes!”

“Yeah, your fingers aren’t as rough as mine, are they?”

“No!”

Sukuna presses down on your clit harder, rubbing circles around it. “Awe, so honest~ come on, baby cum, you deserve it for telling me the truth and helping me out today. Consider this one of the many ways I plan on repaying you,” you scream, eyes going wide as your orgasm hits you with the promise of more pleasure to come.

Your body rides and arches off the mattress as you cum all over your boyfriend’s hand. You grip the sheets, eyes clamping shut as your tights clamp around her hand. Sukuna slows his fingers down, grinning as he watches your face go from scrunched up with pleasure to a more relaxed expression. His quick circles turn into lazy strokes until, finally, your legs shakily release the vice grip on his hand.

“Mmm.” he licks his fingers clean as you fix your shorts. “You taste so sweet.”

“Mhmm,” you respond almost lazily as he pulls you into his chest. Drowsiness creeps up on you, making your eyelids heavy, and Sukuna sighs heavily. “Night, Kuna; let me know if you need anything.”

Sukuna hums in response, watching as you slowly drift off to sleep on his chest. Would asking you to move in be too much to ask? Because you were everything he needed.

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Ok so Rebecca did a one hour panel today in Sydney with Lynette Noni hosting, where she asked questions and then they opened it to fans. I've kind of summarised the things I haven't seen mentioned over and over, but I don't frequent the subreddit anymore or use TikTok, so there might be overlap. In any case, it's long. Settle in. I've sectioned it into plot/character relevant first, then themes and interesting facts about her and her writing. Basically, you all came with me. 💗

• In book three (and every book thereafter) we'll be going to more and more new places. She specifically worded it as "watching the map expand" whether that's significant or not, I don't know. (I was thinking Isle Kingdoms for OS, but maybe that's just my wishful thinking).

• She implied Jack will have a reason (explained) for uh...being a power-hungry prick? lol

• She's hella defensive of Dain, which I love. #DainApologistsClub 😌 Some highlights include:

"You guys give Dain so much shit for the same thing Xaden does. You really do and you're so fast to forgive Xaden and not Dain. Why? Is it because he's hot?"

And, "when push comes to shove, all Dain did—yes he violated her boundaries, as does Xaden—but all he did was trust his dad when his best friend no longer spoke to him. That's it."

"When Dain looks at her (in the interrogation chamber) and says 'if you had just told me, none of this would have happened', he's not just talking about the interrogation, he's talking about Liam, he's talking about if she had just trusted him (in Fourth Wing) it never would have happened." 😢

• She was asked about Liam's appearance in the interrogation chamber and definitively put to rest any signet theories involving that. "She's so alone in that moment and...I don't read fan theories but sometimes they reach my ears; she's completely disconnected from her magic in that moment, she can't even reach out for Tairn or Andarna, which are the bonds that are actually most important to her. She can't reach out for Xaden. And that's the one person who would have prevented that from happening the last year, so it's natural that's who her mind would summon."

• She's thought about a spin-off series, but she's just trying to survive this series.

• Someone asked her if there'd be any redemption and romance for Jack Barlowe and honestly, thanks guys, I don't think she's ever coming back to this country 💀 ("Are you getting enough sleep? Uh...I mean, from his prison cell maybe? No.")

• Someone asked "what is Garrick's signet and why hasn't it been shown yet?" (shoutout to this girl, she's the real MVP) to which Rebecca said "it's very much in book three, I love it."

• Someone asked about the orange dragons and unpredictability re: Amber, Jack, Varrish and then Imogen and Brennan. Rebecca said some dragons might look for traits like their own and some look for balance because it's a partnership; and that Brennan as a strategist needed that little bit of unpredictability in his life (lol, I think he got it).

• She didn't always plan for Violet to have two dragons. Originally it was going to be one (Tairn) and the editor had hoped that she would sway towards a weaker, smaller dragon and she thought that was a little too close to Abraxos in ToG, and so they compromised and gave her both. She also went on to say she doesn't like overpowered heroines and since Tairn is extremely powerful, Andarna balanced that out. (I'm not...I'm not sure how that works out? But that's what was said.)

• We are definitely going to find out more about the original six (and Lynette asked if that was a spin-off possibility and was shushed, so she's thought about it at least, but I get the idea she's thought about a lot of possibilities 😂)

• There's no timeframe for the release of the final two books.

• Someone asked if Violet's dad was Malek to which she was kind of shocked. He's not a god, guys. And low-key I JUST WANT TO KNOW HIS NAME. 😤

• On Sgaeyl: "You do (get more of her) but holy crap is she pissed. So—I'll tell you that about Onyx Storm—she is really, really mad at Xaden and she's not exactly speaking to him at the moment. So it's hard for her to speak into that bond when she's not speaking to him." 💔

• She was asked about the Violet dated Halden theory (which was fucking hilarious because the poor girl misspoke and asked if Xaden dated the prince and we were all really confused about which TikToks the poor thing had seen (note to self: consider cam/xaden), anyway after we got to the bottom of that, Rebecca replied, "I think you should read the third book." Which I'm taking to mean, the man is making a damn appearance and we're gonna find out for ourselves 👀 Hey, if I'm lucky maybe we'll even find out his surname

• Finally she said she has EP on the Amazon series, they've all been exceptionally protective of it and that she's happy with how it's going (they're not near casting yet and she doesn't want to really comment on that ever, to leave each role open to as diverse a cast as possible). She said the production team has come to the signings in LA to meet readers and see what they love and are passionate about when it comes to the series to make sure that's honoured.

"Like I mean, I've seen certain...like what can I say without getting tackled to the ground? Let's just say they've already taken steps to make sure that what you guys love about the story is envisioned and that it's not run amok. And I'm very happy with it, they're super protective of it." Which could just be me reading into it, but the first place my brain went was the dragons 👀🐉 and the CGI or whatever.

• She was asked about where the inspiration for the universe came from and she said that when her Entangled decided they were going to do romantasy they asked her for five pitches and Fourth Wing was one of them (she won't say what the others were because she might still write them someday). She said she likes the fated mates trope but she wondered what that would look like if the dragons were the ones mated, not the humans and the humans who couldn't stand each other were forced to be around each other because of this. 

• Her first ever book was romantasy but it didn't sell

• She's never really written enemies to lovers before.

• She likes found family themes because she was raised in a military family and moved around a lot, so that makes it hard to keep in touch with your extended family, and after she married her husband and became a military wife, it was their found family that was there for her—it was her found family who helped her move her house, who sat with her when her husband was injured in Iraq, etc, so she thinks it's very important to show that your family is also the people you choose and that can be just as strong as any blood tie.

• She was asked (by Lynette) why she wanted to show death and the reality of war and she said, "I've been surrounded by it. My husband's been at war since 2003, he spent 22 years in the army, first as a 19 Delta cavalry scout and then ten years as an apache pilot and we buried our friends. And I saw what it did to him, and I saw what it did to our friends, I saw what it did to our children, to us, and I love being able to examine it from a fantasy perspective just because I think fantasy gives us a unique environment from which to critique our own world by viewing it through the lens of another. And I've always delved into those themes as to why we do this to each other and where is there hope to stop it?"

• As an author her favourite scenes in Fourth Wing were the dagger stealing scene (very important to their chemistry and romantic development—"she's the only person he's taught ever, how to actually kill him") and the first kiss scene.

In Iron Flame it was the interrogation scene and how that ends with Dain and Xaden and everything coming together.

When asked about a similar scene from Onyx Storm that elicited the same strong emotion from her she said "you're not gonna like it" and that's it 💀

• She would consider writing fantasy again after she's done with the Empyrean world, maybe one of her other pitches, but she won't truly think about it until she's survived this one.

• She spoke about the "kill your darlings" writing advice and how if you love a scene but it doesn't move the plot, you've gotta cut it, and how she did that with the final scene in Fourth Wing, which was originally 7k words of Violet POV pulling information out of Xaden.

• When asked about fan theories she actually said something I found a little sad. "I don't listen to fan theories. One, I'm not on TikTok—it's a little bit more important for me to be alive than to listen to what other people think they know about me, and two, I don't ever want fan theories to bleed into my writing."

〰️ And that's it! If anyone's going tomorrow, please voice record the whole thing and report back lmao 🙏 🫶🏼

[songmingisthighs]

Let Go

group : ateez

pairing : ex boyfriend!idoll!yunho × reader

genre : angst

wc : 4.3 k

tw : break up, angst, accident , dark theme (do not read if you're susceptible to dark thoughts)

a/n : i got this idea from reading @nonclassyparty's series, the 'subtle variations of heartbreak' particularly the yunho one and I'm not in a mentally good place so ofc i thought about this lmao

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Yunho was never one to loom in the past. His motto had always been 'just keep swimming' so he made sure that whatever happened in his life, he would go with it and just face it like a man. That was why people thought Yunho was so perfect, he had no regrets. But they would be wrong. Out of all the things in the world, there was one thing he regretted the most and being back at the place where it all began stirred something in Yunho. Maybe it was a mix of nostalgia and guilt, but whatever it is, the pain was a bit addicting as it allowed him to indulge in the memory of you.

It was around the time he graduated from high school. Everyone was excited to go forward, most of his friends had passed the college entrance exam while some had decided to continue their family business. That was what people expected from his town which was why when Yunho announced that he was going to focus on being an idol and move to the heart of the country, people were thrilled.

One of those people was you.

You had been Yunho's rock ever since you both started dating in the 9th grade, sticking together through thick and thin, you with your studies and Yunho with his training. It was hard but you both made it work and you both became the school's power couple, the couple who will end up together no matter what. In fact, you had been the one encouraging Yunho to pursue training no matter the distance while you helped as best as you could. So you both really had gone through everything including fights because you both were tired, had doubts over the future, and bad exam results from your hakwon and his monthly evaluation. You both wet through all that and still stuck together.

So it made sense that even after you got accepted to a prestigious university in KAIST, you still made plans to be in Yunho's life. Little did you know, he wasn't planning the same.

It was one afternoon and you were scrolling through your course catalogue with your mom while discussing how to move your things to the dorm in two weeks time when there was a knock on the front door, surprising you and your mom. But it wasn't a surprise to see Yunho on the other side with a small smile on his face. You noticed that he had been rather gloomy this past couple of weeks and you thought that it was because he was sad that he was going to be separated from you. Well, in a sense he was.

"Hi Mrs. (y/l/n), can I borrow (y/n) for a while?" Yunho politely asked for permission which had become some sort of redundant request since your mom would actually be the one to encourage you two to spend more time together. Even though you lived on the same street, your mom knew that as youngsters in love, no amount of time is enough time, especially with what's just up ahead. So it didn't really surprise you when your mom practically pushed you out the door and told you to not worry about coming home late, she had even given you and Yunho some money to spend.

So you both found yourselves walking side-by-side with ice cream in your hands. You both got an ice cream cone of your favourite flavours. But not even the sweetness of the treat managed to melt the sourness off of Yunho's face. You had even tried to hold Yunho's hand as you both walked slowly from the convenience store but he was too deep in his thought to even notice. Heck, he was too deep in his thought to utter a single word.

Just as you were about to ask him what was wrong, Yunho abruptly halted his steps and turned to look at you.

"We need to break up," he stated.

For a moment you thought you heard wrong so you tried chuckling it off, "Um, what?" you asked awkwardly, feeling your heartbeat rising. Yunho sighed and stood firm, "We need to break up," he repeated, the same intonation and cadence making him seem so robotic and detached. But even then you recognize the seriousness which caused your eyebrows to furrow, "Wait, what the hell? Why? Where is this coming from?" Without wavering, Yunho looked directly into your eyes determinedly, "We are about to journey our own paths. Let's not hold each other back," and you couldn't help but get more confused, "Hold each other back? What- Where- How-," it was obvious that the logic alludes you because you had planned the perfect strategy to still maintain your relationship with Yunho while he was preparing for his debut and you for your education.

Then an idea hit you.

"Did the company ask you to break up with me?" Now it was Yunho who furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Did you tell them before we could make a plan on how to tell them?" you added.

You both were well aware that once Yunho's debut date got nearer you two would have to press pause on the relationship in a way. You both knew that it was unrealistic for an idol to be dating not because he was trying to put his fans first but more because you didn't want his dedication to stray. You knew how a relationship can cause someone to lose sight of their goal and Yunho would be sharing his goal with apparently seven other people, one whom you've grown to like as he was just like the gentle giant of a boyfriend you had. So you both were planning on telling the company together, trusting them to protect Yunho and should it come down to it, you as well.

"No, they don't even know I'm dating anyone. But you made a good point, I don't feel comfortable going through a commitment with my agency with this big of a secret weighing me down."

The words Yunho used hurt you because first, he insinuated that he WANTED the breakup not because you two should and then he was basically saying that you were in the way.

So you scoffed and crossed your arms on your chest, standing up to him, "So I'm a burden now?" Even during your previous fights with Yunho, he'd know when he'd struck a nerve and he would either take it back or explain what he actually meant. But the sigh he let out before answering you gave you the chills and not the good ones. "If you're going to act this way then yes, I think you're a burden now." You didn't know how Yunho was able to say such things to you so easily because you know for a fact that had it been you in his position, no matter the situation, you wouldn't have been able to say something with such gravity towards someone you know you live with what you can only discern as nonchalance.

If Yunho felt bad at the way you reacted to his harsh words, shoulders slumped and eyes glassy, he was doing a particularly great job at hiding it. Even as you sniffled and wiped some stray tears away, the look on Yunho's face didn't change. It wasn't like you were expecting for him to change his mind or take back his words just because you were looking so pathetic, but you didn't expect him to seem so detached either.

"Look, this was bound to happen anyways, (y/n), you know it. We had agreed that we would pause our relationship when-" "PAUSE, Yunho, not BREAK UP!" you cut him off, this time unable to hold your emotion at bay. "Well, why wait? Why do we have to wait to take a pause when I FINALLY debuted? Even then, why should we hang onto each other, hovering in uncertainties for God knows how long? I don't want to live like that, (y/n), not when I'm leaving tonight!"

As if things weren't already so abrupt and surprising for you, you were thrown with the newest revelation. The plan was for you two to leave home on the same day, preventing the other to remain in loneliness in the place you both shared so many memories with. But truly, this was a betrayal on top of more betrayal.

Considering the situation Yunho had put you in, it was hard to not believe that Yunho didn't care at all about you. In the past 10 minutes, he had hurt you more than anyone else ever did in your life and you just want to get away.

So you did.

You took a step back and sighed in defeat, looking at him for what you thought would be the last time ever, "Well then, I wish you the luck you deserve, Yunho. Truly, I hope your decision stays with you longer than you allowed me to." With that, you turned around and walked back home alone, crying the whole way, leaving Yunho in his spot to let the reality of what happened sink in. He never expected you to react well, he was breaking up with you or goodness sake, but he never expected the situation to taste so bitter in his mouth. All he could do was hope that it was truly for the best. Regret be damned.

"So how are the boys, Yunho?" his mom asked, smiling at her eldest as he slurped down his noodles. Yunho took a moment to chew his food properly before answering, "They're great. We've been so busy with work, we don't even have time to argue properly," he joked, making his parents laugh, "How's Gunho? How's the house?" The question made his mom roll her eyes, "You wouldn't have to ask if you come home! We've moved to the new neighbourhood for two years already and you barely spent two weeks in total!" because home is not home when (y/n) is not around, "Sorry mom, my schedule is very unpredictable so I can't really do anything about it." Thankfully, his dad chimed in, nodding along, "He's right honey, you know Yoo Seunghwan's son, the one working at that corporation thing, he's worked so hard that he couldn't even stay back during that school reunion! You remember that, right Yunho?" of course Yunho remembered. It was the first high school reunion and Yunho had to reject the invitation, saying that he was expected to go abroad around that time when in fact, he didn't want to face you. Not since the last time he saw you. And it wasn't even that time he broke up with you in front of the convenience store.

In all honesty, Yunho had been thinking about you nonstop these past couple of months. It had been years since Yunho saw, talked, or even heard about you. He became irrational, actively avoiding people just so he wouldn't know how much you thrived without him while he remembered the night of his debut when he cried himself to sleep and had to be consoled by San, Mingi, and Wooyoung who thought he was emotional over the achievement when in fact he was crying because he had worked so hard for the debut and that he wouldn't have been ab;e to go that far had it not been for your support but now that the moment arrived, he couldn't share it with you. It was then that he realized how badly he fucked up by breaking things off with you so coldly. You meant so much to him but he let stress get the best of him so much so that he took it out on you. He could still remember the way you looked at him and no, it wasn't that time he broke up with you in front of the convenience store.

"Do you guys know what happened to (y/n)?"

Yunho froze when he realized he had accidentally blurted out the question. He had wondered internally, of course but he didn't mean to ask it out loud. He was about to take it back when he saw the way his parents looked at each other weirdly.

"What?" He asked, curious, "Do you guys know something?" he pressed, now curious. While his dad avoided his gaze, his mom was looking at him with pity in her eyes.

"Oh my God, she got married didn't she?" Yunho choked, feeling his heart clench so painfully, thinking that he had lost you to another man. Not that it should have meant anything to Yunho considering he was the one who tossed you aside so easily.

His mom frantically tried to calm him down, disliking the distressed look on her son's face. "No, no, no, no, no, honey, no! It's nothing like that, believe me! It's just..." she trailed off, slapping his dad on the arm to make him look at her. One stern look and he sighed, relenting and nodding, "I guess he should know. It's about time," he said. Yunho stared at his parents with furrowed eyebrows, "Know about what?" he asked, but his mom only smiled sadly, "We'll take you there after this." The way they were acting and speaking made Yunho worry and he started internally blaming himself for not trying to get an update about you sooner. It would have probably been a better idea for him to still keep in touch but again, the pain of remembering that it was his fault that the whole thing even happened in the first place was more than he could bear. He was being so pathetic.

The rest of the lunch was concluded rather quickly after that and soon enough Yunho found himself in the backseat of his parents' car.

Another wave of nostalgia washed over him as he watched over the road, remembering the last time he had passed the same street which was the same day he broke up with you. The very last time he had seen you with his own two eyes, shrouded in the darkness of the night but still very much visible to his eyes.

Yunho decided not to dilly-dally, shoved everything he needed to bring into the trunk of his parent's car, and slammed the door shut. At the same time, he turned around to get back inside the house to call for his parents, he saw you slamming the door of your house and speed-walking to the other side of the road as if trying to get away in a rush. Had it been any other time, Yunho would've rushed to your side and done whatever he had to do to make you smile again. But his convictions solidified his decision and hardened his heart so instead of rushing to you, he simply turned and went on with his plan.

Yunho thought that it would be hard to decide to pretend to not care about you. Well, he was correct on that because his mind was plagued by the distraught look on your face. sure he only saw it for less than 5 seconds, but the impact was greater than he could imagine. It didn't help that the car drove in the exact same path you took and Yunho kept wondering what you might be thinking about. Pathetic.

The constant questions of you in his head halted the moment he saw a familiar figure in a familiar spot. His eyes had been so used to your figure that it just immediately recognized you sitting in the spot you both had claimed. Yunho immediately got reminded of the time you both ducked there to shield yourselves from the scorching summer sun, the time the two of you were joking around too much that you accidentally pushed each other into the deep pond, causing you both to be fished out and scolded by the authorities, and although it was a bad idea, the time you two found shelter during a harsh rain with thunders that terrified you but you told him that you felt safer because he was with you. The memories didn't help Yunho. In fact, it made him feel nauseated, almost vomiting in the car from the mixed feelings. He didn't want to admit it then but the guilt was gnawing at his insides so ruthlessly, he thought it was simply him finally experiencing a break-up and that the feeling was normal.

Almost comically, as the car's headlights illuminated your figure, you turned around and your eyes stared straight into Yunho's. Not that you knew because you were practically blinded. On the other hand, Yunho could see the redness on your face and the tears streaming down your cheeks so clearly that the pain that was already plaguing his heart increased tenfold.

"Yunho, dear, isn't that (y/n)?" His mom asked.

Time moved slowly for him and in that duration, he was able to carve the brokenhearted look on your face in his mind. But even then, Yunho only averted his gaze and softly muttered a reply to his mom, "Yeah, that's her." Sensing that he didn't want to talk about it, his parents kept quiet and drove on, allowing Yunho to his own thoughts.

"What are we doing here?" Yunho asked as he got out of the car, nervously looking around the park where he last saw you. The parking space they took was not far from your spot. Heck, he could see the tree from where he was standing.

"You remember the last time you saw (y/n)?" His mom linked her arm around Yunho's and she slowly started to lead him forward, obviously going towards the spot while his dad walked alongside him on his other side.

The night I ignored her crying at our spot. "Yeah, I broke up with her in front of the convenience store," he lied. His mom shook her head, "No, sweetie. We were driving you to move into your dorm when we passed by her, right in this park, over there by the tree," she pointed, not realizing that Yunho knew damn well what she was talking about. "Oh..." Yunho couldn't help but duck his head in shame, the closer the spot got, the harder it was for him to keep his emotions in check and it was almost impossible when his dad placed a hand on his shoulder. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to. I only suggested it because I think you deserve to know," his dad said.

Anxiety bubbled in Yunho's chest, he didn't like the way his parents were talking as if something had happened to you.

"You guys are freaking me out, what-"

His voice died in his throat the moment they arrived at the spot. What was usually a clear spot with grass under the big tree now had a small spot seemingly dedicated to something, trinkets littered the spot; small ones like beaded bracelets and bigger ones like some very familiar plushies, But on top of them all, the picture of you stood out the most to Yunho.

"What's this?" Yunho asked, voice wavering slightly as his eyes continuously scanned the area. Deep down he already knew what happened, but he didn't want to believe it. He couldn't believe it.

His mom was already tearing up the moment they got there, reliving her memories when she had heard about you. Seeing this, his father stepped up.

"I'm sorry to say this, son. (y/n)... She's gone. She died," he stated with a voice so emotional and so soft, that Yunho almost thought that he was hallucinating.

"Wh- when- How? How long ago was this?" he asked, glassy eyes finally lifted from the trinkets to look at his dad, seeking answers and hope. Though reluctant, his dad decided that he couldn't let another minute go by without letting Yunho know as he had been kept away from the information long enough.

"That day we drove you to your dorm. (y/n) had an accident."

There it was, the loud crack of his world-shattering.

You had been crying yourself since you came back from the convenience store. Heart broken, hopes shattered, it didn't help that your mom had attempted to console you. Her kind words and caring treatment only made you feel worse which was why you felt the need to escape reality, you wanted to wallow to yourself for just a while before you were told that everything was going to be okay because it wasn't. It was absolutely not okay for you and you needed to not be okay first before you could be okay again.

Despite fearing running into Yunho, you pushed past the fear and ran straight out, going to the first place you could think of where you could be safe with your feelings. You had cried so much that you couldn't even cry properly anymore, only silent tears as pain engulfed you whole. It was hard to breathe and it felt like it was hard to go on living. It wasn't just the fact that you were broken up with, it was the fact that it was Yunho who had broken up with you in such a ruthless way. As much as you hated to admit it, you couldn't help but feel like it was as if he had used you. For what, you didn't know, you no longer knew what to think because first, you thought that you and Yunho were solid but apparently that was utter bullshit, then you thought that you and Yunho had a plan but apparently, he had one of his own that he preferred, and lastly, you thought that you and Yunho could go through anything but apparently, the fact that each of you had different paths planned was enough to break everything.

As if life wasn't making such a joke out of you enough, you saw Yunho's car coming your way. The headlights blinded you and you weren't sure what was going on inside. But for some odd reason, the blinding lights were enough to numb you completely from all the senses there is. For a moment, you couldn't see anything and all you could hear was the ringing in your ear but it felt comforting.

Without you realizing it, you head moved too close to the edge of the grass and slipped into the pond. The cold rendered you inanimate and the water engulfed you completely. At first splash, reality hit that you had fallen into the pond but soon the cold water provided some pressure that felt like a hug to you. The darkness and the way the water blocked sounds other than the comforting sloshes of water pulled you into a realm of otherworldly tranquillity and in that moment you made a decision that would alter your life forever.

You decided to let go.

This time, at the same spot you mourned over your heart, Yunho found himself mourning over his love. His love that was lost. His love that HE let loose.

"They found her body in the morning, her parents thought she had gone to one of her friend's houses considering the state she was in when she left, they didn't think to worry until the police found her right here," his dad explained, he too was crying at the memory of finding out what had happened to you.

Yunho's knees buckled and he staggered to find support on the tree that held a lot of the memories you both shared. "W-why didn't I know this? She was g-gone for so long, how- how did I not know?" Yunho was stuttering, his mind working doubles trying to make sense of things. His mom crouched down next to him and grabbed his hand, "You were starting your journey, sweetie, we didn't want you to stray because of this. Also," his mom paused to look up at his dad who could only nod at her slowly, "(y/n)'s parents asked us to not tell you that early. They told us that (y/n) had did her best supporting you throughout everything, wanting nothing more than you to succeed in your own path so they don't want to jeopardize her dedication. They want to make sure her efforts paid off."

It wasn't as if Yunho had hoped to hear something that would make him feel better because he knew nothing in the world would. He had been so horrible to you that last day and he had been so horrible after that by actively not trying to get to know how you were. His pride should not have mattered to him so much so he settled with just not knowing how you were. That was not something he was supposed to do. More and more, he regretted the way he treated you that final day and how he had been so unfair to you. No amount of tears and no matter how loud he cried would make up for what he had done and he believed that your demise was his fault. Had he stopped the car that night to acknowledge you even for just a moment, maybe the situation would have been different. Maybe he wouldn't have lost you.

Lost you.

That was ironic since he was the one who pushed you away. He broke you in your final moments.

And now, Yunho was left unable to properly apologize to you for what he had done. Unable to tell you how much he hated himself for what he did. Unable to tell you how you deserved way better than him. Unable to tell you how he wanted to work, no matter how hard you would make it, just so you would accept his apology.

But now all he could accept was the bitter reality that there was nothing he could do to make things right.

All he could accept was that he had let go first.

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a business proposal, p. 4

» part one, part two, part three, part five, part six - ⟡⋆˙

» contents - ⟡⋆˙ fluff, crack, angst, au, satoru gojo x f!reader, ceo!gojo, fake dating, gojo being a bit mean ;(

» word count - ⟡⋆˙ 4.6k

» notes - ⟡⋆˙ hello lovelies!! welcome to part 4! i had so much fun writing this one, even more on the next part which is almost done. i am considering on keep working on it to post it as well later tonight, but i haven't taken a long break in a while so it's not guaranteed!! anyways, hope you all enjoy reading and if you want to be added in the taglist please let me know (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)

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A few days later, the weekend arrived with a sense of normalcy that you desperately needed. The afternoon sun poured through the windows of the bakery, casting a warm, golden glow over the display cases filled with freshly baked pastries. You found solace in the familiar routine, the rhythmic motions of kneading dough and the comforting scent of bread baking in the ovens.

Rin was there as well, she had offered to help out, knowing your father was away on weekends. Her presence soothed your frayed nerves, distracting you from the turmoil of the past few days.

After sliding the tray of cupcakes into the oven, Rin wiped her hands on her apron and turned to you, a serious expression on her face. “Okay, now that the cupcakes are baking, let me see that document you signed.”

You hesitated for a moment, then pulled the contract out of your bag and handed it to her. Rin’s eyes scanned the pages quickly, her brow furrowing with each clause she read.

“This is... intense,” she said finally, looking up at you with a mix of concern and disbelief. “He really covered all his bases, didn’t he? But... Is it worth all this effort, [name]? I mean, this is a lot to deal with.”

You nodded, feeling a fresh wave of anxiety. “He was going to press charges, which means he would’ve found out my real name and the fact that I work for his company. And then what? I’d get fired and…” You pause for a moment, sighing heavily as you snatch the document back, “look, it’s the best I can do, besides if I back out now I have to pay him back a hundred times the contract amount.”

Rin's expression softened with genuine remorse, turning to face you fully, her eyes filled with regret. “I'm so sorry again for dragging you into this mess. I never wanted things to get this complicated for you.”

You shook your head, managing a small smile despite the lingering anxiety. “It’s not your fault. I made the decision to help you. I just didn’t expect it to turn out like this.”

Rin reached out and squeezed your hand reassuringly. “I appreciate what you did for me. And I’m here for you, whatever happens next. We’ll figure it out together.”

Her words were a comfort, a reminder that you weren’t alone in this. The bakery buzzed with the sounds of customers and the clatter of baking tools, but in that moment, it felt like a sanctuary, a place where you could find some semblance of peace.

“So..” Rin began tentatively, “how’s the studying coming along on your fake boyfriend then?”

You sighed, your hands pausing mid-knead. “The more I read about him, the more unbelievable he seems,” you said, frustration spreading across your face. “Not only was he born with a diamond spoon in his mouth, but he’s also smart and good with sports. Plus, he’s hot.”

Rin chuckled softly, shaking her head. “Sounds like a character straight out of a romance novel.”

“Exactly!” you exclaimed, throwing your hands up in exasperation. “How am I supposed to keep up this charade with someone so… Perfect?”

Rin leaned against the counter, her expression thoughtful. “Maybe you don’t have to be perfect. Just be yourself and do what you can. Besides, it’s not like you’re expected to actually fall for him, right?”

“Right,” you muttered, though the uncertainty in your voice was palpable. “But what if I mess up? What if he realizes this whole thing is a sham?”

Rin placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Hey... You’re overthinking it. You’re smart and resourceful. And if things get tricky, we’ll handle it together. Besides, it’s not like this arrangement is gonna go on forever, is it?”

You sighed, feeling a bit of relief at her words. “I hope not. Honestly, the sooner this whole thing is over, the better.”

As you resumed kneading the dough, the pleasant hum of the bakery was interrupted by the tinkling of the bell above the door. Instinctively, you turned with a welcoming smile, ready to greet the customer, but your words caught in your throat when you saw who it was.

Nanami stood there, his sharp gaze softened as he caught sight of you, and a warm smile spread across his face.

“K-Kento, hi.” You stammered, caught off guard by his unexpected visit. His presence seemed to fill the bakery with a comforting warmth that contrasted sharply with the tension of recent days.

“Hey,” Nanami replied warmly, his gaze lingering on you with a gentle intensity. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

“N-no, not at all,” you managed to say, though your heart raced with nervousness. “W-what brings you here?”

Nanami’s smile widened slightly. “I thought I’d stop by to pick something up.”

“Of course,” you replied quickly, eager to assist him. “What can I get for you?”

He hesitated for a moment, his gaze drifting towards the display of bread and pastries. “I’ll go for the chocolate cake today.”

You blinked in surprise. Nanami rarely indulged in such sweet delicacies. “Chocolate cake?”

He chuckled softly, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. “Yeah, Hana is back from her trip. We’re meeting up later, and I thought I’d bring her a treat.”

Your heart sank at his words. Hana—the name echoed in your mind like a distant ache. She was Nanami’s girlfriend from high school, a vivacious woman with a smile that could light up a room. Their past together was something you had to endure in silence, but the thought of them meeting again stirred a mix of emotions within you.

“That’s nice of you,” you murmured, managing a polite smile, though inside, your heart sank deeper. “A-any reason why you’re... Meeting up?”

Nanami paused, his expression thoughtful as he considered your question. His eyes, usually so clear and reassuring, now seemed clouded with memories you couldn’t share.

“We... Haven’t seen each other in a while,” he finally answered, his voice tinged with a hint of wistfulness. “Just catching up, I suppose.”

You nodded, trying to mask the twinge of disappointment. “I see.”

You busied yourself with wrapping up the chocolate cake,  trying to hide the swirl of emotions and the ache in your chest. 

“Here you go,” you said, handing him the boxed cake with a small smile. 

“Thanks.” Nanami replied, his voice tinged with gratitude. 

As Nanami reached into his pocket to pay, you instinctively interrupted him with a gentle shake of your head. “It's on the house today, Kento.”

Nanami hesitated, a flicker of protest in his eyes. “Oh, you really don't have to do that…”

But you insisted, your smile now feeling strained as you forced cheerfulness into your voice. “No, really. Take it. Consider it a thank you for being such a loyal customer and a good... Friend. Also, the thought is very kind of you, I’m sure Hana will appreciate it.”

He paused, clearly touched by your words. “Thank you, [name], I appreciate it.”

With a nod, Nanami gathered the boxed cake and prepared to leave. But just before he stepped out, he turned back to you with a warm expression.

“Oh, before I forget.” Nanami's voice brought you back from your thoughts. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small envelope, handing it to you with a warm smile.

You took it, feeling the weight of the paper between your fingers, and looked up at him questioningly.

“I wanted to give you something.” Nanami explained gently. 

Curious, you opened the envelope and found two tickets nestled inside. Your eyes widened as you realized what they were for—tickets to the concert of your favorite artist. 

Your eyes widened in surprise and joy. “Kento, I... I don't know what to say.”

He smiled softly. “I know how much you love their music, and I saw that they were going to perform here, so I thought you’d enjoy it. You can take a friend with you, someone you’d like to go with.”

Your heart sank at his words, a wave of disappointment washing over you. Despite his kind gesture, you couldn’t shake off the realization that he hadn’t intended to accompany you to the concert.

“Oh,” you managed, trying to hide your disappointment behind a smile. “That's really thoughtful of you, Kento. Thank you.”

Without thinking, you stepped closer and wrapped your arms around him in a hug. Nanami hesitated for a moment before gently wrapping his arms around you. And for a brief moment, you lingered in the embrace, feeling the steady beat of his heart against yours. 

When you finally pulled back, you met his gaze, and a faint smile played on your lips. “You should go. Don’t keep Hana waiting.”

Nanami nodded silently, his expression softening with understanding. “I’ll see you later, [name].” 

With that, Nanami finally left, the bell above the door chiming softly as he disappeared through the entrance. Alone in the now quiet of the bakery, you leaned against the counter, a heavy sigh brushing past your lips. Your thoughts lingered on Nanami and Hana. Would the chocolate cake bring a smile to her face? Would it evoke memories of their time together, perhaps reignite a connection that had once been strong?

Rin emerged from behind you with a mischievous grin and a dramatic sigh. “Well, that was depressing.”

You shot Rin a playful glare, though her teasing hit a nerve. “Thanks, Rin. Really uplifting.”

Rin shrugged, their grin widening. “Hey, I’m just stating facts. You’re the one pining after Kento like a lovesick puppy.”

“I— that’s not—that’s not true!” you retorted, more defensively than you intended.

Rin raised an eyebrow. “Sure, sure. So, when’s the big confession happening?”

“There’s nothing to confess,” you insisted, your voice sharper than intended. “We’re friends, Rin. Just friends.”

“Oh, Kento, hi!” Rin squeaked in a high-pitched voice, fluttering her eyelashes dramatically. “It's so nice to see you!”

You rolled your eyes, trying to stifle your laughter. “Oh, shut up. I don’t sound like that.”

Rin’s grin widened. “Oh, Kento, would you like some extra chocolate on your cake? It’s on the house!” she swings her arm around you, gesturing dramatically. “Oh, Kento, thank you so much for these tickets! I love you so much, mwah, mwah, mwah—”

You shove her away from you gently, but couldn’t suppress a smile. “I’m glad that my mess of a love life amuses you.”

“Hey, laughter is the best medicine, right?” Rin nudged you playfully.

Suddenly the bell above the door chimed again, and just as you were about to welcome the customer, the words got caught up in your throat. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw Gojo enter the bakery, his trademark grin lighting up his face. Panic flickered in your eyes as you glanced at Rin, who mirrored your expression of confusion and concern.

“Oh no, why is he here?!” you hissed to Rin, your voice barely a whisper as you instinctively crouched down behind the counter. “Why is he everywhere?!”

Rin’s composed demeanor faltered, her hands fidgeting nervously, “I-I don’t know?! Just— UGH, you go to the back and get ready. I’ll distract him.”

Before you could protest or even respond, Rin hurriedly shoves you towards the backroom. “Go! I’ll handle this.”

Meanwhile, Rin straightened up and forced herself to put on a bright, welcoming smile. “Oh, hi! Fancy seeing you here. What can I get for you today?”

“Well, well, well. Miss Takahashi, what a pleasant surprise,” he greeted, his tone light but his eyes sharp with curiosity. “I didn't expect to find you here.”

Rin chuckled nervously, internally scrambling for an explanation. “Oh, you know me, always popping up where there’s good food. I’m just helping out my friend [name]— Mei. I mean, I’m helping out Mei. She uh.. Needed a hand today.”

Gojo’s eyebrows quirked up in surprise as he looked around expectantly. “Speaking of Miss Mei, where is she?” 

Rin’s smile faltered for a split second before they recovered. “Oh, uh, Mei’s... in the back. She's um… She’s really focused on something important right now. You know, busy with... baking things.”

“I need to talk to her.”

Rin’s heart pounded as Gojo took a step closer, his gaze sharpening with determination. She glanced nervously behind her, trying to come up with a way to stall him without raising suspicion.

“Mr. Gojo, I really don’t think now’s a good time,” Rin replied with a nervous chuckle, her voice tinged with urgency as she subtly edged closer to block his path towards the backroom. “Mei’s in the middle of... a very delicate baking process. You know how it is, can’t disturb the chef at work!”

“Miss Takahashi—”

“Sorry, sorry! I’m here.” You hastily emerged from the back, now adorned with a quickly fixed makeup look and the styled wig that concealed your usual appearance.

The pair fell silent as the atmosphere in the bakery shifted, the tension was palpable as you faced Gojo, a small smile lingering momentarily on his lips before it was replaced by a focused gaze.

“M-Mr. Gojo,” you began, your voice steady but tinged with apprehension, “what brings you here today?”

“Ah, Miss Mei,” Gojo responded smoothly, his charismatic demeanor unwavering despite the serious undertone in his voice. “You haven’t answered my calls.”

Your heart skipped a beat as you fumbled for an explanation, realizing your phone had been on mute in your pocket. Pulling it out discreetly, you glanced at the screen—a sight that sent a chill down your spine. Five missed calls from ‘Archaeopteryx’.

The feeling of dread washed through you as his previous words echoed in your mind, “If you don’t answer or try to disappear, I’ll come find you.”

You let out a nervous chuckle. “I... I-I’ve been really busy, Mr. Gojo,” you managed, your voice wavering slightly. “You know how it is with the bakery and all—”

“Well, it seems like it’s rather calm now, meaning that you’re not busy at the moment, right?” Gojo’s tone remained polite but insistent, his eyes boring into yours.

You could feel the tension in the room escalate. Rin shifted uncomfortably beside you as you glanced at her, silently pleading for support.

“Mr. Gojo,” Rin began smoothly, attempting to diffuse the mounting tension. “Perhaps you could discuss this another time? Mei really is in the midst of—”

“I need to discuss urgent matters with Miss Mei,” Gojo interjected firmly, cutting Rin off. “Could you please give us a moment?”

Rin hesitated, exchanging a quick, worried glance with you before nodding reluctantly. “Of course, Mr. Gojo,” she replied, her voice tight with concern as she retreated towards the back of the building, leaving you alone with Gojo.

You swallowed nervously, now aware of the weight and the intensity of his presence. His smooth exterior held an unsettling look of determination, sending another shiver down your spine.

“Mr. Gojo,” you started again, your voice steadier this time though tinged with nervousness, “what is it that you need to discuss?”

“You’re going to meet my grandfather,” he replied bluntly.

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. Meet his grandfather? The implication sent a wave of panic through you. Gojo’s family was powerful, influential—meeting his grandfather meant stepping into a world you were not prepared for.

“W-what—”

“Tonight.” Gojo continued, his voice carrying a matter-of-fact tone that left no room for argument.

“Tonight?” you echoed, your voice rising slightly with disbelief. “But I have work—”

Gojo cut you off with a wave of his hand. “Close early.”

“I can’t just—”

“Let Miss Takahashi handle it.” Gojo interrupted nonchalantly, as if it were the most natural solution. 

“Mr. Gojo, I appreciate the invitation, but I really can’t just leave Rin to—”

“It’s settled then,” Gojo interjected firmly, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. “You need to be ready at seven.”

Gojo turned to leave, his steps decisive as he headed towards the entrance. But before disappearing through the door he glanced back at you over his shoulder, his gaze piercing.

“Oh, and Miss Mei,” he said quietly, his voice carrying a hint of insistence. “Remember the information given to you about me. It’s important for tonight.”

—

“He sure knows how to push your buttons, doesn’t he?” Rin remarked with a sympathetic smile, handing you a dress she had brought from home. “I can’t believe he expects you to just drop everything.”

You grumbled under your breath as you struggled with the zipper of the dress. “That man is impossible. Who does he think he is, ordering me around like this?”

Rin chuckled softly, helping you with the zipper. “He’s Satoru Gojo, that’s who. Famous, rich, and apparently very persuasive.”

“More like arrogant and annoying,” you muttered, finally managing to zip up the dress. 

After Rin helped you into the elegant dress and ensured your wig was perfectly in place, you stood before the mirror. The reflection staring back at you was not the familiar person you knew—no, this ‘person’ is a creation, a persona crafted for this incredibly complicated and complex situation.

The styled wig framed your face flawlessly, the long waves falling just right. The makeup, more intense than your usual, accentuating your features with precision. The dress, though not your usual attire, draped elegantly over your frame, accentuating curves and creating an air of sophistication.

You took a deep breath, adjusting the fabric slightly and smoothing down invisible wrinkles. This wasn’t just about meeting Gojo’s grandfather—it was about stepping into a role, playing a part in a carefully orchestrated charade.

Rin watched from behind you, her expression a mixture of pride and concern. “You look stunning, [name],” she said softly, her voice breaking the momentary silence. “It’ll be fine.”

You sighed softly as you turned around, facing Rin with a hint of uncertainty in your eyes. "I-I don’t know about this. And.. Are you sure you can handle the bakery?”

Rin met your gaze with a reassuring smile, her hands resting gently on your shoulders. “[name], you look amazing, and I’ve got everything under control here. Don’t worry.”

“But closing by yourself, leaving everything to you...” you trailed off, feeling a pang of guilt for burdening Rin with the sudden responsibility.

“It’s a rare occasion,” Rin interjected, her voice firm yet gentle. “Besides, it’s the least I can do after everything you’ve done for me.”

“Thanks, Rin. I... I hope I can pull this off.”

“You already have,” Rin assured you with a reassuring smile, stepping closer to adjust a stray strand of hair on your wig. “Just remember, it’s just a dinner. You’ve faced tougher challenges than this.”

You nodded, trying to steady the nerves that fluttered in your stomach like trapped butterflies. “Right. Just a dinner.”

Suddenly your phone buzzed in your pocket. Glancing at the screen, you saw a text from ‘Archaeopteryx’.

“I’m outside.”

—

As the car glided through the city streets, you sat beside Gojo, your attention focused on the documents spread across your lap. They detailed various aspects of Gojo’s life—his achievements, interests, and even personal anecdotes—all carefully curated for you to remember in order to create the illusion of a close relationship between you and him.

Gojo glanced over at you. “How’s it going?”

You looked up, momentarily startled before composing yourself. “Fine,” you replied quickly, a nervous edge to your voice. “It’s just... a lot to remember.”

He nodded understandingly. “It’s important that my grandfather sees our relationship as genuine.”

You forced a smile, though inwardly, doubts swirled like a storm. “Of course,” you murmured, flipping through the pages once more, committing to memorize all of the details. “But.. If he asks how we met.. What should I say?”

Gojo fell silent for a moment, his gaze distant as if lost in thought. Then, he turned to you with a small smile. “You can make up whatever story you want. Just make it believable.”

You considered his words carefully, your mind racing to fabricate a story. After a moment of hesitation, you began, “How about... You came to see me on a rainy day. It was unexpected, but you—”

“No.” he said firmly, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. 

Your voice trailed off as you watched Gojo’s expression change subtly, a flicker of discomfort crossing his features as his jaw tightened imperceptibly.

“But why—”

“We’re here.” Gojo announced abruptly, cutting you off before you could finish your sentence. The car slowed to a stop, and you realized with a sinking feeling that further discussion was off the table—for now, at least.

You glanced out of the window, taking in your surroundings. The elegant mansion loomed before you, intricate architectural details adorned the exterior, hinting at a rich history and generational wealth. It was a place that exuded power and privilege, a stark contrast to the humble life you led.

Gojo swiftly exited and rounded the vehicle to open your door. His hand extended towards you, offering assistance. A rush of warmth spreads through your body, sending unexpected butterflies fluttering in your stomach as you take his hand.

“Thank you.” You managed, your voice slightly breathless as he guided you out.

Gojo nodded in response, a faint hint of awkwardness coloring his usual composed demeanor. The brief moment of closeness lingered between you, both of you seeming unsure of how to navigate the unspoken tension that had surfaced.

“Ah, Satoru,” a voice came from behind you, cutting through the moment. 

Gojo turned sharply towards the source of the voice, his expression shifting to a polite and respectful one.

“Grandfather.” Gojo acknowledged, bowing his head slightly.

You turned as well, facing the elder gentleman who approached with measured steps. His presence commanded respect and attention—a blend of authority and warmth that belied his years.

“And you must be, Miss Mei.” Gojo’s grandfather addressed you warmly, a small smile forming on his lips.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.” You greeted respectfully, offering a polite bow.

The elder man regarded you with a keen gaze, his eyes assessing you. “The pleasure is mine.” He replied graciously, tilting his head in acknowledgement.

As the introductions settled into polite conversation, you found yourself drawn into the rhythm of the evening—a delicate dance of social niceties and unspoken expectations. Gojo’s grandfather guided the conversation with effortless grace, steering it towards topics that navigated the intricacies of familial pride and legacy. You remained poised and attentive, keenly aware of the role you played in Gojo’s carefully crafted narrative. Each word, each gesture was calculated to maintain the illusion of a relationship.

But then, the elder man’s gaze sharpened, his next question caught you off guard. “Tell me, Miss Mei. Do you love Satoru?”

Startled, you hesitated for a split second before quickly recovering. “Yes,” you replied, your voice steady despite the sudden spike in your heart rate. “Yes, I do.”

The grandfather’s eyes bore into you, searching for any sign of insincerity. “Then why did you break up?”

The question hung in the air, a palpable tension settling over the room. You glanced at Gojo, who shifted uncomfortably beside you, his composed facade faltering slightly.

“Grandfather, perhaps now's not the time to—” Gojo began, his tone attempting to steer the conversation away from dangerous territory.

But the elderly man was persistent. “It’s a simple question, Satoru. I’d like to hear the answer.”

You could feel the weight of his scrutiny, and the silence stretched unbearably. Drawing a deep breath, you composed your thoughts, crafting a response that would satisfy the elder man without unraveling the truth.

“It was... a misunderstanding,” you started carefully. “We had different priorities at the time, and it led to a temporary separation. I... I thought he cared more about work than he did about me.

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest, “well, yes. Satoru is someone who knows nothing but work. And that won’t change in the future either. Are you okay with that?”

You hesitated for a brief moment, then nodded, deciding to add another layer to the narrative. “I understand that work is a significant part of his life. But what convinced me of his commitment was when he canceled an important meeting to come and see me. He knew that he’s an important part of my life, and so he showed me that I’m important to him too.”

The elder man’s expression softened slightly. “That’s quite a gesture.” He then looked at Gojo with a sharp gaze, “you rascal. You really canceled a meeting for her?”

Before Gojo could respond, you interjected smoothly. “Yes, and on top of that it was raining heavily that day. Even though he hates the rain, he still came to see me. It was very unexpected but incredibly meaningful. It made me realize that he was willing to step out of his comfort zone for me.”

Gojo stiffened beside you at the mention of the rain. Meanwhile you hoped the added detail would reinforce the sincerity of your story, blissfully unaware of the man’s discomfort.

“Is that true, Satoru?”

Gojo forced a smile, trying to hide his unease. “Yes, grandfather. It’s true.”

The elder man scrutinized Gojo for a moment longer before nodding approvingly. “I see. It seems that you’ve found someone who brings out a different side of you, Satoru.” Gojo’s grandfather leaned back in his chair, a contemplative look on his face. “Very well. Relationships require sacrifices and understanding. It seems you both have that figured out.”

Later that evening, after the dinner had concluded, Gojo stood outside the mansion, staring into the distance, lost in thought. The evening air was cool and refreshing, a stark contrast to the tension that had been simmering throughout the night.

You emerged from the mansion, spotting Gojo standing alone. Approaching him, you broke the silence. “I’ve been looking for you. It was kind of awkward to be alone with your grandfather after you left.” You said with a small chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.

Gojo didn’t respond immediately, his mind seemingly elsewhere. The distant look in his eyes made you uneasy. “H-hey... Are you okay?” you asked, concern evident in your voice.

He turned to face you, his expression unreadable but tense. “You shouldn’t have done that,” he said abruptly, his tone sharper than you had ever heard from him before.

You blinked, taken aback. “Done what?”

“The story about the rain,” Gojo replied with a heavy sigh. “You shouldn’t have mentioned it.”

Confused and feeling the sudden tension, you took a step back. “I was just trying to make our story believable. I didn’t think it would be a big deal.”

Gojo’s frustration was palpable, his usual composed demeanor cracking. “It is a big deal. You have no idea…” He paused for a moment, inhaling sharply, “this relationship is nothing but a simple contractual exchange of money.”

“I-I know that.” you stammered.

“Then stop acting like we’re anything real. Just answer his questions and don’t add your useless comments, got it?” Gojo’s voice was sharp, his eyes cold and distant.

The sting of his words cut deep, and you struggled to maintain your composure. “Okay,” you whispered, feeling a mix of embarrassment and confusion. “I understand.”

Without another word, he turned and headed back inside, leaving you by yourself. You replayed the evening’s events in your mind, trying to piece together what had caused Gojo’s intense reaction.

You knew that there were layers to Gojo that you hadn’t yet uncovered, secrets and pains that he kept hidden beneath his cool and composed exterior. And while the arrangement between you might be a contractual exchange, you couldn’t help but feel a growing curiosity and concern for the man behind the facade.

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Reflections - [ Han Jisung ]

𝟎𝟏. ❛ we were too close to the stars ❜

🍸 CHAPTER SYNOPSIS : Things have been... not so great. You could see that you and Jisung have been pulling away even more and now he wanted to do something you didn't like. Jisung mulls over the state of his relationship with you and tries to think of a way to fix everything. (Read series masterlist for more info)

GENRE : basically second chance romance, fluff, angst, smut, marriage! au

PAIRING : ceo husband! han jisung × fem!reader

CONTENT WARNING : alcohol consumption, swearing, a very small makeout scene, inkling of a panic attack

WORD COUNT : 4.4K

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minors dni. if you click read, you agree to nsfw content. this series portrays various other kpop idols, none of which represent the actual nature of them in real life. these are fictional characters with fictional personalities. characters depicted in this series are morally grey, they have their flaws just like all humans do.

“Here's the list of applicants you asked for,” Chaeryoung placed a file on your desk for which you thanked her and opened it, scanning over the names. There were so many this time, making you internally sigh as you flipped through the pages, fingers tracing over the freshly printed ink. “Yunseok is running a background check already, he said he'll have the data by tomorrow morning.”

Thank goodness for Chaeryoung and her quick thinking, you didn't think you'd be able to do anything more today after that disastrous meeting you had with Double Knot.

You nodded. “That's good.” You rubbed your forehead, feeling another jab of pain in some part of your brain that you couldn't massage from your scalp. These kinds of headaches were getting more and more frequent with the stress load that had not stopped increasing for the past few months.

“Do you want a tablet?”

You shook your head. “No, it's alright.” You glanced up at the clock, your headache increasing as the minute hand crossed the number twelve, signaling that it was five pm. “I have to leave anyway…”

Maybe you should quit. That was a thought you often had for the past few months during your brisk walk from your office room to the elevator, heels clicking against the floor. Then again, you didn't want to because of your pride. Why should you quit your job at this company? Because your husband was the CEO? You wanted to laugh in the faces of all those people who talked behind your back. Y/n — the woman who got a job only because her husband was a high executive?

“He wouldn't even have this whole company if it weren't for me!” You blinked, taking a deep breath and focusing on the closed elevator doors. It was true, Han Jisung was able to start this music company only because of your wide range of contacts. It was why you were head of HR. So why didn't those people understand you were where you were because of talent and networking and not because of partiality?

But another reason you wanted to quit was the reality of your marriage with Jisung. Being this close was amazing when you two were actually in love, now it was just another place you had to keep up a tiring facade for the sake of staying out of tabloid drama.

Then again, if you stopped working here, you'd have to ultimately give and work for someone else and that was one thing you would never ever do.

So the best option was just to stick here and endure the pain.

When the elevator doors opened with a ding, you were about to step out, expecting the main lobby but you were greeted by none other than Jisung, his suit still crisp as it was when he got ready in the morning, his curly brown hair parted in the middle. Did you not notice the elevator was moving up and not down? You felt your heart thud in your chest as he stepped in beside you, briefcase in hand, and pressed the button for the lobby.

You pulled him closer by his tie as the elevator shut behind him, giggles erupting between both of you as he pushed you up against the cool metal wall, pressing open-mouthed kisses against your jaw and your neck.

“You know there's a camera in here right?” You let out a sigh as he pressed a kiss against your pulse point, feeling his teeth grazing against your skin.

“Let's give them a show, let them know how much I love my wife.” You both laughed again and he kissed you deeply, hand squeezing the flesh of your waist as his tongue glided along your bottom lip. Your hand went to his curls as his tongue entered your mouth, tangling with yours in a passionate dance.

“Did you prepare the list of applicants?” His tone was monotonous, no longer having that sweet ring to it that made your heart flutter.

“I did. Yunseok is doing a background check.” You told him, rubbing the leather strap of the purse you were holding, eyes flitting to the silver band that you used to proudly parade around. Now it was just a reminder of the promises of the past that were broken. Another dull throb of your head made you close your eyes.

“Good.” He gave a curt nod.

Jisung didn't transition from a lovesick puppy to a cold-hearted man overnight. You watched it happen every day, slowly seeing him pull away from you, having pointless arguments, and making meaningless accusations that only deepened the scar that was already there. You'd been married for three years. Three years was what it took for the love of your life to choose his work over you. Three years was all he needed to break that promise he made you in front of everybody, that he'd cherish you for the rest of his life with tears glistening in his eyes, holding your hand so tight that it hurt but you didn't care.

Every day was the same. You'd wake up on the same bed but you wouldn't give each other another glance, heading to separate bathrooms to get ready for the day. You sat at opposite sides of the dining table, eating the food that a maid had cooked.

“My wife isn't supposed to work in the kitchen. She's supposed to be happy and free.”

That was what Jisung said when he first hired help. Housekeepers, a cook, a personal driver, and even a doctor on speed dial. These were the rewards of his hard work. You were happy he was getting what he deserved. But soon work consumed his life. He became stressed and angry and obsessed. You resented it, wondering where everything went wrong after another argument that broke your heart as his footsteps receded.

When the elevator doors opened again, Jisung quickly took your arm and guided you out, an act the two of you nearly mastered after all this time even though your heart yearned for there to be some kind of emotion from his side. Fake smiles plastered over your faces as you walked down the main lobby, saying goodbye to the other people who smiled at you, whispering when they thought you were far enough to not hear their words when you clearly could.

“They're so wonderful, aren't they?”

“I didn't know two people could love each other so much after being married for so long.”

You almost scoffed at the utter irony of your situation. Jisung was quick to pull away from you when there was no one around, getting into the sleek black car that was parked where it always was with the same driver.

The car ride home was silent, as usual. Jisung was on his phone, checking emails while you stared out the window. The passing cars, the bright blue sky fading away into a hue of pinks and oranges, the endless line of buildings and trees — you'd been staring at the same landscape for seven months now, ever since the MIROH Agency signed under your father's company. It wasn't as huge as HYBE Corporations or any of the other famous Korean entertainment agencies, but it was starting to get a bigger name every day.

You turned to glance at Jisung, the light from his phone screen illuminating the features of his face. His eyebrows were taut as he read something, his bottom lip drawn between his teeth. You stared at him for a few more moments before you turned away and looked back outside. You were again drawn out of your thoughts when your phone buzzed.

Soyeon: Are you free tomorrow evening? Let's go out for some barbecue, I miss my girl 😔💔 [read 5:17 pm]

You let out a silent chuckle and typed back a reply.

You: I can always make time for you ❤️ We'll meet at our usual place? [read 5:20 pm]

Soyeon: You bet. Love you, babes ❤️ [read 5:22 pm]

You: Love you too [read 5:23 pm]

Having barbecue with Soyeon was at least something to look forward to, although you wanted to laugh at the irony of how you tell your best friend you love her more than you do your husband. Without her, you would've easily succumbed to your misery months ago.

College you would laugh if you told her the state of your relationship with Jisung.

“We have that meeting tomorrow with the other executives regarding the possibility of creating our own group.” He said, and then added, “And that interview.”

“Huh?” You were met with Jisung's eyes, the same warm, brown, boba eyes that made you fall in love at first sight.

“Was that not what you were laughing at earlier? We got a reminder email.”

“Ah — no, I was speaking with Soyeon…”

“Oh…” There was a flicker in his eyes. “Did something happen?”

“No, she was just inviting me out for dinner.”

“Ah…” He nodded. You blinked. What?

The turn of his head to look at his phone again was a clear indication that the conversation was over. You clenched your jaw and turned your head to the window again.

“Really?” You asked your friend with wide eyes as she told you yet another story of her list of ex-boyfriends and girlfriends. Soyeon was an extremely beautiful and independent woman, you would've honestly been intimidated by her if you hadn't met her in college. With her confident aura and dressing style, she was the embodiment of beauty with brains. Although she had her share of not-so-good relationships.

She was also the only other person in the whole world who knew of the state of your relationship with Jisung. So you frequently ranted to her, breaking into sobs in the middle and then getting angry at yourself and going through the same cycle again.

“I know right?” Soyeon stuffed another piece of meat in her mouth as she continued talking about her recent ex-boyfriend — a guy who stupidly asked for a large sum of money for his mother's surgery, only to be caught in the airport after nearly escaping to Germany. “The audacity of that fucking bastard.” She stabbed a piece of tofu with her chopsticks.

The reason you and Soyeon were quick to become friends was your shared background, albeit you hated her at first — but most good friendships start with hatred. Both of you came from business backgrounds with fathers too invested in stocks and shares and mothers who cared more for their china collection rather than taking care of their daughters.

“Excuse me,” you called the waitress to your table, “can we get two bottles of soju, please?”

“Oh, did something happen?” Your friend asked. You weren't one to drink on a weekday but after today's meeting, you were more than ready to drown your sorrows out with alcohol. “Was your meeting not good?”

You let out a bitter laugh.

Earlier that day . . .

“Why is no one here yet?” You asked as you stepped into Jisung's office, pausing in place as you looked around the empty room apart from your husband. He seemed to have discarded his suit jacket that was hung over his chair, leaving him in his white button-up and a black tie that matched his slacks. You stared at the way his biceps strained against the fabric of his shirt, his (sexy) forearms that were visible after he rolled up the sleeves, and his fingers that were holding onto something, his wedding band glistening from the sun rays that peeked through the light blue curtains.

“Oh, you're here…” He messed up his curls, setting down a few papers on his desk as he gestured for you to sit on the brown leather couches that surrounded a glass coffee table. “I told the rest of them to come at 2:30.”

Your head turned to the clock behind his desk. Fifteen minutes early?

“We didn't discuss the interview yesterday night.”

“Probably because someone went straight to his home office as soon as he touched the front door.” You mumbled under your breath.

Jisung seemed to have caught what you said, his jaw tensing before he calmed himself down, not wanting to cause a scene here. Because, of course, he didn't want to lose the public image of having a bad house life for the sake of his company, so you maintained the lovey-dovey couple image until you were alone with each other. “The magazine was adamant on this and after thinking I agreed —”

“Seriously?” You scoffed. “Without asking me?”

“It's good publicity —”

“Having our non-existent private life known to the world is good publicity? Or were you going to feed them lies through your teeth?”

“Y/n, it's for the good of the company —”

“Of course,” you laughed sarcastically, “everything is good for the company. So you're going to invite a bunch of tabloid writers into our home and tell them a story of how we're so in love?”

“Stop cutting me off,” he said sternly. “It's just a few questions.”

“Why are they so interested in our life? You used to be against these kind of things.”

“I've changed.”

You heard a low chatter coming down the hallway, most likely from the other members of the meeting. “Clearly.” You grit your teeth and took a few deep breaths to calm yourself down just as the other members came into the room.

“Oh, are we late?”

“No, no, not at all.” You shot them a friendly smile. “I just came early. I had some things to discuss with Mr. Han.” You looked at Jisung who had a smile on his face as well, telling them to take a seat so the meeting could start. You sat down on a couch adjacent to him, ignoring his gaze and pretending to read over the content.

Jisung chewed the inside of his cheek before turning away from you, making his mind focus solely on the task at hand and not on the fact that he could physically see another brick go up on the wall that was separating the two of you and he had no idea what to do to solve it.

The meeting went well, according to him. They planned the budget for their three groups that were signed under them, reviewed the trends of the group and their popularity, and even proposed the idea of a tour that they would have to discuss with Double Knot to see their enthusiasm because they were still pretty young. You presented a list of people who wanted to join the company as trainees — which was a new thing they had started after Jisung made the decision to let MIROH join under DISTRICT9 Corporations.

That was another decision that you were against, joining your father's. From the day Jisung met you four years ago, one thing remained constant — your undying hatred for your father and how you never wanted to be associated with him. And yet here you were… because of him.

He told himself every day — it was for the good of his company. You would come around and understand that he had to do this, it was what needed after working day and night for years, ever since he walked home one night while he was still in high school, tears streaming down his face as he was rejected by the one place he'd been dreaming of making a career in.

His stubborn teenage mind set on an idea and now that idea was in full bloom.

Although maybe he had lost track of what was important along the way…

Jisung stopped by your office as he was leaving. You came in your car this morning because you had plans to go out with your friend. He just stood there, watching you through the glass as you packed away your things, his eyes going to your dress, a ghost of a smile forming on his face as he noticed the color.

You always did look amazing in pink…

“Mr. Han,” Chaeryoung startled him out of his daze, making him snap his head towards her.

“Yes?” He tried to act nonchalant like he wasn't just staring at you like a creep. Then again — it couldn't be wrong to stare at your own wife, right? Chaeryoung didn't know anything. So all he had to do was act inconspicuously.

“Your car is waiting… Mr. Hwang told me to tell you.”

“Ah, thank you.” He nodded and licked his lips, turning to look at you once more before heading to the elevator.

Was it weird to be anxious about you not coming home even though it was past ten? When you two were almost strangers now? Well, strangers who had arguments over the dumbest things. Jisung almost laughed out loud when he thought about the argument you two had over the pillows on the couch in the living room, though his smile quickly faded away into sadness.

Arguing. That was all you two did now. Yell at each other, fight, and then go into separate rooms and put up the couple act the next day at work even though, on the inside, you were at each other's throats.

He paced around the living room of the penthouse, looking at the door every two seconds. This was the first time this had every happened — you going MIA for hours on end. And it was driving him nuts. Were you okay? Did you get hurt? Those were the only thoughts that were racing through his mind.

Jisung: Y/n, I know you're mad about the interview but it's getting late, where are you? [sent 8:07 pm]

Jisung: Y/n, I'm serious, this isn't funny. [sent 8:36 pm]

Jisung: Please come home and be mad [sent 9:15 pm]

Jisung: I'm going to call the cops if you don't come home soon [sent 9:45 pm]

Jisung: Y/n, please... come home... [sent 10:02 pm]

You still hadn't even seen his last text. Were you really that mad that you were staying out late? He was getting his jacket about to go out looking for you when he heard the front door click open, basically teleporting there, ready to talk your ear off on how immature it was to be upset about something like that until he saw your flushed cheeks and unbalanced walk as you took off your heels and put on your house slippers, cooing at the bunny face on them.

You were drunk…

He sighed, his frustration melting away as he saw you fawn over the slippers and then look up at him, your face breaking out into a grin, and stumbled towards him.

“Jisung…” You giggled and then hiccupped.

“God… how much did you even drink?”

“Just a bottle… or two…” You started to count on your fingers and then proudly presented the number four.

“That's not two…”

“It's not?” You lifted your hands to your face.

“You don't even drink on the weekdays… your hangover is going to be hell tomorrow.” You didn't even seem fazed by his words, your focus on his hair that you were playing with that giddy smile and red cheeks, twirling his brown curls on your finger which made him feel funny on the inside.

Jisung helped you to the bedroom, laying you down on the bed and deciding against letting you shower because you were too intoxicated to stand properly — what if you fell? He swallowed nervously as he laid down beside you, while you were out like a light moments after he put you on the soft mattress.

His phone vibrated with a notification.

Jeon Soyeon: Tell me when Y/n reaches your house. [read 10:35 pm]

“Ouch, full stop and everything.” He mumbled. Jisung knew Soyeon wasn't particularly enthusiastic with him lately, but he knew her as long as he knew you. He figured she knew about the truth of everything because you didn't listen to him when he told you that this had to be kept between the two of you — you were stubborn like that. And it also explained the sudden coldness of Soyeon towards him.

Jisung: She's here, came back a while ago. She fell asleep. [read 10:41 pm]

Jisung: How much did the two of you drink? [read 10:42 pm]

Jeon Soyeon: Enough to know that the next time I see you in person, you are screwed. [read 10:44 pm]

Jisung decided it was safe not to text anymore, placing the phone on his nightstand. Your best friend was a scary person, a sweet and kind one, but also very scary. He silently prayed that he wouldn't see her in the near future.

The room was quiet except for the soft snores coming from you. Once he made sure you were properly covered by the blanket so you wouldn't catch a cold, he laid on his back and stared up at the ceiling, letting all the thoughts that he'd push to the back of his mind throughout the day flood into his mind like an open damn, along with the ferocious emotions that came along with them.

Did the two of you use up all your love? Was that why things were the way they were? He never imagined a future where he'd ignore you even though his heart screamed at him to turn around and bury himself in your arms and never go away again.

Arguments kept replaying in his head over and over again, the sound of doors slamming, the tense silence that followed afterward. He couldn't even describe the emotion that he felt but it was so… suffocating. Was it guilt? Guilt for pushing you aside? For breaking every single promise that he had ever made to you — to keep you safe, to keep you happy, and to never make you cry. God knows how many times he'd made you cry recently.

His throat felt tight, a sob clawing its way out but he forced it down. He had no right to cry. It was his fault. His fault for choosing his idea over the love of his life.

When he closed his eyes, he was in water, surrounded by deep blue, the feel of water cold on his skin. Bubbles came out of his mouth as he sank deeper and deeper into the abyss, reaching out for help that wasn't there.

He was drowning.

Jisung sat up, taking deep breaths.

It's just a nightmare.

A recurring nightmare. Perhaps it was his subconscious telling him he was close to a path with no turning back, that he had to do something to save this relationship because he knew he couldn't live without you. How could he? He would rather die than live a life without you by his side. And yet here he was, hurting you every single day. His heart and his mind were working in the opposite directions and he didn't know how to make them come back to the same place.

Was it too late?

Jisung looked at your sleeping form, lifting a hesitant hand to your face and brushing your hair to the side. He sat there silently and watched you sleep, wondering if you went through the same turmoil that he did, or did you already give up?

It was the same tug of war every night, he'd go to sleep promising to be better the next morning, only to wake up and it would be the same.

His phone buzzed on the nightstand. He reached over and was going to put it on silent, but for some reason, his gut told him to open the email. As he read over the contents, a plan began forming in his head.

Maybe this time would be different.

⸻ EPILOGUE

College fairs were your favorite part of the year, especially since this was your last year in college. You were determined to do everything so you wouldn't think back and regret that you missed out on something. Although you didn't run your own stall, you loved going through them with your friend, Sunhee. The two of you were laughing at a joke you cracked, eating cotton candy. The sun was shining and the sky was blue — it was your picture-perfect recipe for an amazing day.

That was… until you spotted someone in the crowd. A boy with blonde hair, laughing his heart out at something someone said, he was doubling over, wiping tears off of his face. Your vision tunneled and you could only see him. Like you were in some romcom movie and you were seeing your love interest for the first time.

Your heart sped up in your chest and you turned a deaf ear to whatever your friend was saying. You couldn't focus on anything else other than that boy with that beautiful smile, you never knew you'd find something like that so attractive until then.

And it was like the universe was orchestrating the scene, because that boy somehow met your gaze, his smile faltering as he looked at you amidst the sea of people. You flushed and pushed your friend towards a stall that was selling matcha lattes, telling her you felt thirsty.

A while later and your mind was still on that boy. You were pulled out of your fantasy when someone spoke behind you, “Excuse me?” You turned around. “You dropped this…”

It was that boy you were staring at earlier. He too came to a pause in his words as a flicker of recognition went through his eyes. You took the beaded phone charm that you bought earlier from his hand, wondering how it fell out.

“Thank you…”

“No problem.” He smiled, and your heart stuttered in your chest. It was contagious — you found yourself breaking into a grin too. “Would you like to have some ice cream later? My friend is running a stand…” He asked nervously, pink dusting over his full cheeks.

You nodded, “I would love to.”

He broke out into that eye-crinkling smile which you noticed was heart-shaped now that you were standing in front of him. “Really? That's great!” Someone must've been calling him because he looked back and then at you again, taking a few steps back, “It's beside the dart game stall.”

You called out to him before you completely lost sight of him, a smile still on your face as you put your hands beside your mouth to amplify your voice, “I don't even know your name though!”

He turned around once more, mimicking your action, “Han! Han Jisung!”

⸻ COMING UP . . .

“When was the last time we went on a trip?” “Our honeymoon?”

“Oh, Y/n, how are you?” “Who is he?” “Just someone I know from college…”

“Something is going on between those two…”

“Please… just stay with me…”

AUTHOR'S NOTE : AHHH the first chapter. I would like to clarify I do not know how to run a company, I've written this after watching many TV shows — and speaking of TV shows, this is also highly inspired by Queen of Tears (I'm at the end of Episode 16 as I'm writing this). I would love to hear your feedback through comments and reblogs because this is the first time I've written something like this. See you next week ♡

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plsplsplspls make the toast a series 😭

NATURALLY

izuku midoryia x reader

synopsis: going somewhere old to start something new

authors note: your wish is my command! i’ll probably make one more part beacause of one line i specifically wanna use LOLL

part one

part two

"izuku" inko's voice was light, but stern as she carried two mugs over to the small coffee table in her apartment. the same apartment that he had grown up in. of course, he had tried to buy her a house as soon as he received his first paycheck, but she refused. insisted that she didn't need much room for just herself. plus, she loved the little bursts of nostalgia she would get every so often from doing simple things. like making izuku's favorite cookies in the kitchen, or even walking by his old room which she kept perfectly intact. if someone walked in there they might've thought that he was still a teenage boy, but he wasn't.

there in her living room sat her son in his early adulthood. he almost took up half of the loveseat due to the growing muscle on his body. though even due to his increase in size, he shrunk down hearing his mother say his name.

she sat down next to him placing the mugs right on the coasters he had set out "you haven't answered my question"

izuku brought his two fingers up to rub the bridge of his nose "no, we're not together anymore" he mumbled in embarrassment and shame. it never felt good to tell anyone a relationship they invested time and money into didn't end up working out.

she frowned placing a hand on his back to rub slow circles "you got divorced after one week? izuku that can't be right.."

"no, no we didn't get divorced. we were actually, um" he was trying to figure out how to word this correctly to where he didn't sound insane "we were never officially married"

she stopped rubbing giving him a skeptical look "izuku what do you mean you were never married?"

he sighed leaning his elbows against his knees "we were supposed to sign the official marriage papers during the reception in front of everyone then send them in the next day. after that fight though? we just decided to not do it anymore"

"how did the press take it? i haven't seen anything"

"the press didn't know about the engagement or the wedding thankfully. we wanted a peaceful time to plan the wedding. they’re posting a breakup message for the both of us later today though. better to nip it in the bud now”

she nodded her head going to resume in rubbing his back "so when did you officially decide to call it off"

"yesterday"

"any specific reason? or a buildup of many?"

he paused for a moment, mulling over the answer "she would say one specific reason. i would say it built up over time" he shook his head in disbelief "couldn't even agree on that"

"what would she say the one reason was"

a lump caught in his throat at the question. such a simple fucking question that he didn't want to answer. but he knew if he didn't she would be a pain about it.

"y/n"

inko hummed at the very familiar name. you had been over mulitple times in the past years with and without her son. the two of you had grown close and she was like a mother to you. honestly, she had wished that izuku had gotten with you in the first place. would've saved a lot of time and trouble.

"well.. was she a strain to your relationship"

izuku scoffed, almost offended she even asked.

"she was never a problem for me-"

"well of course she wasn't a problem for you. that was your best friend"

"exactly! if uraraka couldn't understand that then it couldn't have worked between us. y/n was one of the first people to believe in me. i owe her a lot and i can't just let her go like that"

inko moved her hand from izuku's back and went to hold his hands instead "face me honey" izuku shifted his body so he was now facing his mother. growing older everyday, but still the strong woman he remembers when he was younger "i just wanted to apologize. for not bring able to give you a normal childhood with two parents in the home"

izuku's eyebrows scrunched together in confusion at her sudden apology "where is this coming from? mom it's fine. you did the best you could and i appreciate that more than anything else you could've done"

she patted on of his hands with a smile "i know you do sweetheart. but i'm mostly apologizing because you couldn't see what a real marriage consists of. the person you marry is one of the most important decisions you will ever make, but the easiest at the same time. love isn't enough to hold a marriage together, you need to be best friends before that. when you love someone on a surface level all you want to do is make sure they're happy. they won't tell you if something is bothering them. they'll follow you blindly into anything. when you marry your best friend you hold them accountable because you want to see them succeed in all that they do. it might make you fight sometimes, but at the end of the day it's worth it. because you have someone by your side you know that will stick it out with you for the rest of your years to come. that's what a marriage should be like"

".. so you're saying i should marry y/n?"

"i'm saying give it time. you don't need to jump back into another relationship immediately after this. what you should be doing is taking time to reflect on what you want, and when you're ready, how y/n makes you feel. and if you do feel something? let it flow. what happens will happen naturally”

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the smell of hot glue filled your senses as you picked up a seashell from your pile. currently, you were at inko's house doing your monthly crafting sessions. who cares if you hadn't talked to izuku in four months? at least you had his mom.

last month the two of you had went to the beach to crochet, and ended up walking along the beach picking up seashells as you talked. that's when she let you know about the unspoken details of the breakup. you tried to hide your feelings with a stoic face and a simple 'wow'. though inko wasn't buying any of it.

she was currently letting you in on all the work drama she was currently having "i don't know why they want to get in my face like i'm the problem. ma'am, you have an STD, i'm a pediatric nurse. please let me do my job"

you threw your head back in laughter which drowned out the sound of keys jingling in the door.

"hey mom? i got those vegetables you were talking about. don't these tomatoes look fake?" he stopped mid-sentence seeing you sitting there on the floor with the same expression.

"oh no, i must've double booked you two" inko got up taking the bag from izuku's hands "you see every month y/n and i do crafty stuff together and it happened to land on the same day i told you i would make the stir fry"

you gave izuku a quick smile before turning from his lingering gaze "it's okay okaasan. i'll come back another day so we can finish it" you started to gather your things, but inko shook her head "you are staying for dinner. this recipe cooks for four and i am not eating all these leftovers"

you wanted to argue, but knew it would fall onto deaf ears "okay then"

“izuku honey. finish mines while i start on dinner”

“alright” he went to sit on the couch, knee almost brushing onto your shoulder. izuku watched as you placed one of the shells onto your frame carefully. getting the idea he started to do the same exact thing.

you could cut the tension with a knife. silence wasn’t something you were particularly used to with izuku.

“heard you and ochako broke up”

and at this moment he could start listing the things he loved about you.

1. you weren’t afraid to be blunt with him

both of his eyebrows raised and he blew out a puff of air “you don’t hold anything back”

“never did, never will”

he chuckled at your words glancing over at you. there was a slight smile on your face he could tell you were trying to hide. there was a slight slump to your shoulders though as time went on.

he continued with the project figuring he would wait until you spoke again.

like clockwork you turned looking directly into his eyes “can we talk?”

2. you made room for open and honest communication

he nodded placing the picture frame down carefully “yeah, unplug the hot glue and we can go in my room” you nodded unplugging the glue guns and heading over to his old room. he followed after you but not before turning back to his mom “we’re gonna talk”

she gave him a nod, but then quickly turned around when it finally registered “talk? like the talk? the talk so that you two can get together so i can finally have grandbabies talk?-“

“if i say yes will you stop it with that?”

“yes”

“then yes that talk”

she shooed him off into the room as if it was him holding them up. he rubbed the back of his neck while walking inside. with the other hand he closed the door with a soft click.

“how much of that did you hear?”

you shrugged going to sit on the bed “i didn’t hear any of it if it makes you feel better”

“it does actually” he sat himself down next to you with a huff. kirishima would probably kick him right now for how unmanly he’s being. forcing you to step up and take charge of the situation. he just wanted to test the waters out and see how you felt first.

“i guess i just wanted to catch up. really see how you’re feeling. cause i know you posted on the media you ended everything on good terms, but is everything really okay? i mean you broke up with the woman you thought you’d be spending the rest of your life with. it’s okay to be upset”

3. you genuinely cared for him no matter what

“i-“ he cleared his throat from the unexpected voice crack that had arose “sorry, i’m pretty fine now actually. i just feel guilty for making ochako feel embarrassed about the whole situation. other than that.. i really don’t think we were meant to be anyways”

“what do you mean you didn’t think you were meant to be anyways? why’d you propose in the first place then?”

he shrugged taking off a loose strand on the all might themed duvet “i don’t think i knew what marriage was about. but i was informed very recently on what it is about and my vision changed” he watched as you turned to look at him with eyebrows raised.

“oh yeah? changed to what?”

“you”

your playful demeanor dropped immediately. his words truly sinking into the both of you. he attempted to scoot closer to you, but you backed away hesitantly.

“izuku we can’t do this. where you break up with ochako and come running to me? i’m not a second choice you know that right?” this is what you had always wanted, but at this moment it didn’t feel that way. with the current circumstances how else were you supposed to feel?

izuku’s eyes widened when he heard that and redness quickly creeped up his neck. he held both hands up shaking his head “that’s not it i swear! you were never my second choice. in fact, you were always my first. i could just never admit it to myself that maybe, maybe we could make it work romantically. i- i am attracted to you and everything like that! maybe i was with uraraka for so long that i didn’t notice what was right in front of me”

your throat had gone dry. was this really happening? the boy you’d been crushing on for eternity is finally asking you out after leaving his longtime girlfriend. totally normal, and totally not a chance you were willing to give up.

you wasted no time grabbing both of his cheeks and pulling him down for a kiss. startled was an understatement as he felt his lips connecting to yours. though as he realized what was truly happening, he wasn’t complaining. he shut his eyes moving one hand to your cheek and the other on your waist.

despite the quick start, the kiss was soft and slow. tongues gently brushing together in steady movements. when you pulled away, there was a goofy smile on your face. izuku trailed more kisses from your cheek, to your jaw, right down your neck.

4. you were a damned good kisser

“you’ve got a lot of work to do. i hope you know that”

izuku hummed nodding his head “i’m willing to work for it”

“hm.. izu?”

“yeah” he mumbled clearly not wanting to your time be interrupted.

“i’m not saying this doesn’t feel nice, because it does, but can we save it? for one your mom is on the other room. and two? all might is staring dead into my soul”

he pulled away face bright red turning to the poster you were talking about. there he was in all his glory. all might standing there in his signature hero suit, beady blue eyes staring directly at the viewer. izuku turned back to you not being able to contain his laughter. you were right behind him leaning your head on his shoulder in a fit of giggles.

5. you were his best friend

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The Eye of the Hurricane [26] - Breaking the Rules

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback, you made my day! ❤️I hope you’ll like this chapter as well, and please don’t forget to tell me what you think! ❤️

Summary: Fighting for the crown comes with decisions.

Word Count: 2600

Pairing: MobBoss!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Warnings: Violence, guns, crime, blood, explicit language, dysfunctional relationship, mentions of sex. This is an AU, friendly reminder that I don’t condone any of the actions depicted on this story and please read with care.

Series Masterlist

Growing up as your father’s heir, you had to memorize certain rules.

Honoring the alliances was one of them. No family could survive on its own in this line of work against all the others, and it was a matter of honor not to cross or go behind your allies.

Not putting civilians in danger was another. The business and its deals or disagreements could only affect the people who chose to be in it, civilians were always off limits.

But the most important rule that was drilled into your and every heir’s head?

Never, ever do anything to break the truce.

“Y/N?”

Your head shot up and you tried to smile at Becca. “Yeah?”

“Are you okay?”

No.

No you really weren’t.

What you and Bucky were planning was way too dangerous, which meant that you couldn’t say that to anyone, Becca included.

“Sure!” you said as Leila came back to the table, carrying coffees.

“Thanks babe,” Becca pecked her on the lips and she smiled at her.

“Not a problem!” she said. “So, is there any reason why you look so gloomy, Y/N?”

Shit.

“Gloomy?” you asked with a small laugh. “I don’t look gloomy.”

“Is Ethan being his tortured lover self again?”

“He’s not—” you stopped yourself. “I haven’t talked to him in a while actually.”

“Bucky then?”

“Oh is this about that girl you told me about?” Becca asked. “Anna?”

You blinked a couple of times. “Uh…”

“Anna?” Leila asked and Becca waved a hand in the air.

“This incredibly hot woman Bucky is doing business with.”

“Did I say she was incredibly hot?”

“You said hot and I stalked her,” Becca said helpfully, “She is incredibly hot.”

“Thanks a lot Bec,” you muttered and Leila tilted her head.

“Let me see!”

“I’m not gloomy because of Anna,” you said and paused for a moment. “Although, Bucky does have a meeting with her today.”

“Here,” Becca said, handing her the phone and Leila raised her brows, staring at the screen before licking her lips.

“Maybe she just has a terrible personality.”

“You guys are the best,” you muttered and Becca let out a laugh.

“We’re joking, obviously you’re hotter.”

“For some reason I highly doubt that,” you pointed out and Leila rolled her eyes at you.

“You are,” she said. “But jealousy is less about looks and more about the vibes.”

“I’m not jealous!” you said, your voice going a pitch higher before you cleared your throat. “I wasn’t even thinking about her until you brought her up.”

“Then what—” Becca started but your phone started vibrating on the table, making you grimace when your eyes fell on the caller ID.

“Excuse me for a moment,” you said and grabbed your phone, then walked out of the café to answer it. “Auntie?”

“Y/N hi honey!” her cheerful voice reached you. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything?”

“Nah, I’m just with my friends,” you said and she hummed.

“Well then, clear out your schedule for the afternoon because we’re having an aunt-niece lunch,” she said, making your eyes widen.

“Oh I actually—I had this thing—”

“I already made the reservation, I’ll send you the details,” she cut off your stammering. “See you in two hours!”

With that, she hung up and you threw your head back, letting out a groan.

“Great,” you muttered to yourself. “Just what I needed today.”

                                                       *

Of course your aunt had picked a restaurant in your father’s territory and of course it was already swarming with your father’s people. Unlike you, she had no problem with being followed by bodyguards even if the restaurant seemed to be closed to any other people but you two and the bodyguards, so you tried not to roll your eyes as you sat down, the waitress bringing your food almost immediately. You pulled your brows together and your aunt sat up straighter.

“I ordered for the both of us already,” she said, making you hum.

“Wonderful,” you said. “Thanks.”

“So,” she smiled at you. “I figured today is as good of a day as any to catch up!”

No, today was supposed to be about you having an existential crisis at home, and yet here you were.

“How’s marriage going?”

Jesus Christ.

“It’s going well,” you said curtly before digging into the salad in front of you. “And you? How are you after the break up?”

“Oh,” she waved a dismissive hand. “Let’s not talk about that. Bucky seems like he grew into such a gentleman!”

“Mm hm.”

“And George is happy being retired?”

You thought for a moment, then shrugged your shoulders.

“Bucky is doing a great job,” you said, unaware of the proud tone in your voice. “So yes. He probably does miss being more involved in the business but it’s Bucky’s time now. George knows it.”

“Promising heir turns into successful king, not much of a surprise there,” she commented and you sipped your wine.

“Exactly.”

“And speaking of heirs…” your aunt said, making your eyes shoot up to hers.

Fucking—

Yeah, you had walked right into that.

You knew that everything you said and did, even the smallest reaction would be reported back to either Ian or your father, so you had to keep your calm. Even though anger had started to boil deep inside you, you lowered your wine glass, tilting your head at her.

“Hm?”

“Your father may have mentioned that things between you and him are rather tense lately,” she said. “Especially after him naming Ian as his heir.”

You frowned, feigning confusion before taking your fork into your mouth again.

“I didn’t think they were tense,” you said after swallowing your bite. “Is that what he thinks?”

She paused only for a moment.

“It is,” she said. “And you know how important family is. We don’t always have to see eye to eye, but we do have to support each other.”

“Does father think I won’t support Ian?” you asked silkily and she licked her lips, deep in thought.

“Ian worked really hard to be where he is right now, Y/N,” she said, making you pull your brows together. “I am aware that you might feel some resentment but that position belongs to Ian now. And we as his family must make sure to make his job easier.”

You wanted to laugh at the audacity but managed to keep your expression under control. Of course she supported him, that much wasn’t surprising but—

Ian working for where he was?

He hadn’t even bothered to go through half of the training you had.

“I don’t know why you’re telling me this,” you told her. “It’s father’s job to make Ian’s job easier, he was the one who named him heir. What I think about his decision doesn’t hold any power in this, I’m not in the business—”

“Yes you are.”

You scoffed. “Well, that’s news to me then. Do you know something I don’t?”

She shot you a look.

“You and I both know that some bosses in the city support you to become the heir, not Ian.”

You bit back a smirk and took another sip of your wine.

“Which is normal, outsiders can have different ideas, it’s the family that decides on the heir,” she said. “But Bucky…Bucky is family now.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “I don’t control Bucky.”

“Yes you do,” she insisted. “And Bucky doesn’t necessarily like Ian, does he?”

The realization dawned on you in a second; your father hadn’t put your aunt up to this.

Ian had, because he felt threatened by Bucky.

Which in all honesty was a bit insulting, because even with other bosses supporting you to become the heir, he still didn’t think you yourself were a viable threat to him.

You pushed at your salad with your fork, pretending to be nonchalant.

“Strange as it may sound, me and Bucky don’t really spend our time talking about Ian,” you said and your aunt heaved a sigh, then reached out to clasp her hand over yours.

“Honey,” she said. “You know what will happen if a war breaks out.”

“Tell that to Ian, not me,” you said. “He seemed to be very interested in a war the last time we spoke. I know what happens if a war breaks out, does he?”

“He’s still very excited to prove himself,” she said, making you clench your jaw. “So he may come across a bit… wild but he will not start a war.”

“Funny how everyone around him seems to have to make excuses for him.”

“So many people died before the truce,” she insisted. “So many families. I know that your father promised you that position, but you cannot set the whole city on fire just because he changed his mind. Ian is the heir now, you and everyone else need to make your peace with it.”

Anger was pulsing through your veins and you dug your fingernails into your palm, then pushed at your plate and stood up.

“I have this thing, so…”

“Y/N—”

“And for the record, I’m not setting the whole city on fire,” you told her. “Make sure to hear the same thing from Ian, will you? Because from the looks of it, people aren’t that thrilled to do business with him when he’s been foaming at the mouth to start a war.”

With that, you walked out of the restaurant with your bodyguards following you.

                                              *

As much as you hated to admit, your aunt’s words did manage to make you even more restless. You had tried to take a nap but it was no use, and by the time Bucky got home, you had been pacing in the apartment for almost an hour now. He had some blood on him so he had gone straight to the bathroom to take a long shower, and when he came back, he found you by the window, your gaze fixed on the skyline.

“Hey beautiful.”

You looked over your shoulder and tried to smile at him.

“Hey,” you said. “Whose blood was it?”

“Some idiot,” he said. “Not important. Are you okay?”

“How was the meeting with Anna?”

“It was good, everything is going pretty smoothly. Are you okay?”

You turned around to see him better, then nodded your head.

“Sure!” you said. “There’s uh…there’s dinner in the—”

“What’s going on?” he cut you off, stepping closer to you and you heaved a sigh, then shrugged your shoulders.

“Nothing, it’s just…it’s been a long day.”

“I thought you were meeting Becca today.”

“I did,” you said. “Then my aunt asked to have lunch together so that totally ruined my day.”

He raised his brows. “What did she say?”

“Usual bullshit,” you said. “She wants me to support Ian.”

Bucky snorted. “Yeah, that’s gonna happen.”

“And Ian is intimidated by you.”

“Good,” Bucky said. “Does he also know the only reason he’s alive is because of the truce he’s been so excited to break? Someone should let him know.”

“He thinks he’s untouchable, you know that,” you said with a roll of your eyes. “He doesn’t even carry a gun, he’s that sure of himself. Ryan carries his gun for him.”

Bucky threw his head back. “Does he—” he started but was cut off when his phone vibrated on the table. Your heart skipped a beat as he read the text message, then held up the phone.

“So…” he said. “Are we doing this tonight?”

You swallowed thickly, your heartbeat getting faster before you ran a hand over your face.

“Bucky, is this a mistake?”

He tilted his head. “Why would it be a mistake?”

“We’re ordering a hit on a shipment,” you whispered. “That’s breaking the truce.”

“Eh, it’s not like they’ll know who did it.”

“But if they somehow figure it out?” you insisted as you stepped away from him to pace in the room again. “I keep telling myself Ian is the wrong choice, but what does it say about me that I’m willing to risk war? That I’m willing to risk so much bloodshed just to get there?”

“That you have what it takes.”

“Do I?” you asked him. “At that cost? You heard the same thing I did while we were growing up, over and over again. Never break the truce—”

“We’re not breaking the truce,” he assured you. “No one will know it’s us, and even if they did somehow figure it out; your father will kill me on grounds of breaking the truce sweetheart, nothing will happen to you.”

Even the thought of it was enough to send a shiver down your spine.

“Don’t say that,” you murmured, rubbing at your eyes. “Just don’t.”

He shot you a playful smile. “I thought you wanted me dead.”

“If I wanted you dead, you’d be dead,” you grumbled as you approached the window to look outside again. “It just feels…”

“Overwhelming?” he asked you as he came closer before his hands clasped over your shoulders, massaging there, making your eyes flutter close.

“A little,” you admitted and he hummed.

 “Of course it’s overwhelming, we’re pushing you to the top.”

You opened your eyes again, then turned around to look at him better.

“Why are you risking your own life for this?”

“Because I want to see you at the top of the food chain,” he said, then flashed you a smirk. “And on top of me but—”

“Bucky,” you said warningly as if that didn’t make your stomach do a happy flip despite the tension and he chuckled.

“Because unlike what your father seems to think, you’re the right choice for this.”

“And you still think that about me even if I’m putting the truce in danger right now?” you asked and his smile widened.

“You could shoot me right now and I’d still think that, princess.”

You nibbled on your lip, a warmth spreading in your chest before you let out a bitter chuckle.

“We’re both fucked up, you do realize that?”

“I know,” he said. “But fucked up or not, will you be alright when Ian inevitably burns your father’s empire down? The empire that belongs to you?”

You swallowed thickly as he ran his fingertips over your bare arm, awakening fire underneath your skin.

“Stop playing by your father’s rules,” he said, his voice a low murmur. “It’s your game now, you make the rules.”

You pursed your lips together before taking a deep breath, then looked up at him.

“Give the order.”

Bucky smiled at you, then touched the phone’s screen before taking it to his ear.

“Do it,” he said, then hung up, making you let out a breath, your head spinning because of the adrenaline rushing through you. Bucky stepped closer to press a kiss on your temple and you rested your forehead on his chest for a moment, letting his irresistible scent fill your nostrils.

“You’re alright.”

“I’m alright,” you muttered to his chest and pulled back to nod your head as if trying to convince yourself. “I am.”

“You are,” Bucky said, then smiled at you. “So let’s get drinks and dessert, hm? To celebrate your first ever hit order in the business?”

A nervous laughter climbed up your throat. “What?”

“Yeah I’ll even put a candle on the champagne— or on the cake, I haven’t decided yet,” he told you, pulling you by the wrist through the room while you giggled.

“Bucky wait, I need to do my makeup if we’re going out—”

“Less whining more walking princess, come on,” he said and you snatched your coat off the hanger as you walked past it, then followed him out of the apartment, still smiling.

[epiphainie]

I see and love all your tearjerker proposal ideas, but we don’t talk enough about the absolute hilarity that would ensue with an Evan Buckley Proposal™️. Like I’m imagining him being soooo excited about it in the most Buck way possible. He has this ten page speech about how much he loves Tommy and how they’re soulmates and the universe pulled a sick one by putting them on each other’s paths and he’s planning to tell Tommy all that before he pops the question and he’s preparing this big romantic night for it with the most romantic flowers and the most romantic music and the most romantic ring at the most romantic place in all of Los Angeles and he’s roped in everyone at the station to help him, threatened Chim with cold-blooded murder if he doesn’t keep his mouth shut, made Eddie reassure him about every step of his plans not twice but thrice, talked to Bobby with blushing cheeks and fidgeting hands till Bobby gave him his absolute blessing. Hen, Maddie, Athena, they’re all in on it. He’s Ready to do it The Right Way.

Then at like 2pm on a lazy Tuesday afternoon his poor brain that has been overworking on this for weeks gets overloaded and crashes. And suddenly he Needs To Ask Tommy Right Now. Like, just like that the entire plan is overridden, and he doesn’t even process what he’s doing before he sends Eddie a text that just says, “I think I will do it now” and ditches his phone and marches to the garage where Tommy has been working on his truck all day.

The next thing we know Eddie is opening his door to a Buck who has his arms wrapped around himself and his big blue eyes are filled with tears. He looks like a puppy kicked a thousand ways and before Eddie can even open his mouth he cries out, “He said no,” and drops face first on Eddie’s couch. Eddie is like ???? but also “Well, I can’t deal with this shit on my own,” so he calls Hen and Chimney and ten minutes later Buck is sitting on the couch being interrogated by his best friends.

They’re all obviously confused.

Hen, disbelieving, asks, “He said no?”

Buck makes the most pathetic pitiful sound known to the human kind and nods.

Chimney, not really helpful, murmurs, “Well, that doesn’t make any sense,” to himself because he knows how much Tommy loves Buck and would say yes to marrying him months, hell, years ago.

Hen, trying to make sense of it all asks, “What did he exactly say?” because Chim is right, it doesn’t make a lick of sense.

Buck, still looking like a wet cat, goes, “He said it wasn’t the right thing for us.” His voice hitches and he moans, “He said it wasn’t s-smart.”

Hen and Chim shoot a look at each other. Eddie at this point is getting angry because what the fuck? Which is exactly what he says and Hen, the only one trying to be actually somewhat helpful, shakes her head like, “No, Eddie,” and then to Buck with what she hopes is a reassuring voice says, “Maybe he just doesn’t believe in the institution of marriage?”

Buck looks even more miserable at that and buries his face in his hands as he bemoans “Noooo,” and shakes his head like he’s grieving. “We t-talked about it before. At the beginning of our relationship, we both agreed we’d do that if it felt like the right time.” He slumps back on the couch like his life has just ended. “I t-thought it was the right time.”

Eddie, totally pissed off now because how are you gonna be with a guy for years, move in together, buy a house together, be committed to each other fully, and then say no to his marriage proposal, goes, “Oh fuck him. Do you want me to beat some sense into him?” Because damn, this is his best friend who looks absolutely crushed and Eddie will kick Tommy’s ass, fuck the fact that he’s really good at Muay Thai, he hasn’t seen Eddie’s wrath before.

Hen, still the sound of logic and seeing how Buck gets sadder each passing moment, stops him again. “We’re not beating anyone up.” Then says, “Buck, I’m sure it’s a misunderstanding. Tommy loves you.” Because yeah he does in the most sickening teen boy with a puppy crush way, so none of this makes sense and Hen’s brain is whirring but she’s not sure what’s happening yet. “And you love Tommy.”

Buck, hands covering his face again moans into his palms, “I do.” Then his hands drop, and his face shot with panic and fear he goes, “Wait?! Does this mean we broke up?”

A pissed-off, disbelieving noise leaves Eddie; Chim shoots another look towards Hen’s way; Hen just gives an awkward unsure smile. “No. No.” She tries to reassure him. “Of course not.”

“I mean,” Chim says with a shrug. “I don’t see how a relationship comes back from that, you know?”

This gets Buck start crying again.

“You’re. Not. Being. Helpful. Chim.” Hen mutters.

Eddie jumps up, “Oh, I’m beating him up for you.”

Buck’s wails get louder.

It all devolves from there with Buck going between hollering and sniffling and Eddie dead-set on confronting Tommy and Hen trying to do damage control with “We’re just gonna talk to him,” and Chim continuing to be absolutely unhelpful with his comments about how Tommy is great, and so cool, and perfect, and he’d make a great brother-in-law, and this doesn’t make any sense.

So, the four of them somehow find themselves marching towards the Buckley-Kinard house with Eddie at the helm and Buck looking like a pathetic mess between them. They’ve barely entered the front yard when Tommy bursts out the front door with his phone in his hand and he goes, “Where have you been?! I’ve been calling you for hou—”

“I trusted you, man!” Eddie shouts, voice echoing through the street.

Tommy stops in his tracks. He takes in the sight of his friends who are all shooting him deadly (and confused) glares. Then he looks at his boyfriend and finds him avoiding his eyes, keeping his gaze at his feet like all the happiness has been sucked out of his entire universe. Brows furrowing in confusion, Tommy takes a step towards him. “Evan.” He tilts his chin up and sucks in a breath when he sees the tear tracks on Buck’s face. His own face crumbles, now in concern. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

Eddie lets out a mirthless laugh. “Pretending you don’t know, huh?”

Tommy looks at him, at Chim, at Hen. “Don’t know what?”

“Oh, you’re a bigger asshole than I thought, Kinard.” Eddie spits in his face, his head shaking. “Acting like nothing’s wrong after saying no to a guy’s proposal so cruelly.”

Tommy freezes. His gaze snaps to Buck with a confused, “What?” but Buck is avoiding his eyes again. “What proposal?” Tommy asks. “Evan didn’t propose to me.”

At this point all tired and beaten Buck sighs, “It’s okay, Tommy.”

“No. No—” Tommy shakes his head. “What are you talking about?”

Buck shrugs. “We don’t have to talk about it now.”

“Evan.”

Sighing again, Buck finally looks up. “Look, I get it. We can talk about it later.” He chews at his lip. “Right?” Because he’s still not sure if they’re broken up or not and god he really wishes they’re not because marriage is a dumb institution rooted in patriarchy to maintain and reinforce traditional gender roles and they didn’t even let two men marry till a decade ago, so it’s not like they need anyone’s acknowledgement and all he needs is Tommy, but also he had the absolute perfect ring picked out and he doesn’t know if he can get a refund on it, and calling Tommy his husband would be so fucking nice, and maybe he has been dreaming about that for the past however many years.

At this point, he’s tearing up again, so Tommy cups his face and brushes away some of the tears, before saying with the biggest gentlest eyes, “We can talk about anything you want. But… Baby, what proposal?”

Buck sniffles. “Earlier. W-when I asked you in the garage.”

Tommy frowns harder because that doesn’t make any sense. “You didn’t ask me to marry you, Evan.”

“Yes, I did, Tommy,” Buck huffs.

“No, you asked me if I wanted to take a vacation.”

“I think I know what I asked.”

“You said you wanted to go on a trip!”

“That’s not what I said!”

“Okay, you didn’t say trip! You said, you said something like if I wanted to take a new journey with you! Embark on adventure or something. You said you wanted a travel companion for a voyage!”

“Lifelong voyage.” Buck murmurs, lips pursing and arms crossing together. “For our grand adventure together.”

No one says anything for a minute as Buck avoids their eyes and scuffs his feet in the dirt.

At last, as the person with any semblance of intelligence Hen says, “Buck. Did you use any word related to marriage? Like “husband” or “marry” or even “matrimony”?” Her eyebrows rises. “Anything that’s not a metaphor?”

Buck, face red up to the hairline now, just shrugs. “I had a-a speech, okay? I was n-nervous and it was long so I had to paraphrase.”

Finally, Hen sighs, not unkindly.

Chim chuckles, kinda unkindly.

Eddie looks almost as embarrassed as Buck and murmurs, “Sorry, man,” to Tommy as the realization hits it was just his best friend being a huge dumbass and Tommy actually didn’t do anything to deserve a beating.

Tommy, his entire focus on his boyfriend and not paying them any attention, pulls Buck’s arms down and lifts his face up again. He gives him a smile. “I said no because I thought you were asking to go on a trip, Evan,” he says softly. “And that we’ve just got a mortgage together and can’t afford one.” He shakes his head. “I was covered in grease, Pearl Jam was playing in the background, I wasn’t paying attention.”

Still looking abashed but at least not snotty anymore, Buck says, “N-no. No. It’s my fault. I’m sorry, Tommy,” he says with a shrug.

Tommy smiles again. “It’s okay, baby.” For a moment, he rubs his boyfriend’s arms up and down, then says, “Sooo…”

Buck, realizing the faint pink on his boyfriend’s face, looks at him with the roundest eyes. “You mean…?”

“Well…” Tommy shrugs. “Are you gonna ask me for real or what?”

The sun dawns on Buck’s face. His eyes go bright with fresh but happier tears. “Yea-yeah.” He nods frantically. “Tommy. W-will you marry me?”

“Yes,” Tommy says. Buck pounces on him with a kiss that gets a surprised moan from him as Hen, Chimney, and Eddie start clapping and Buck cries again and so does Tommy and later that night, Buck gives him the perfect ring he had picked out and come Saturday they actually go to the greatest restaurant in LA and Tommy listens as Buck explains every step of his original proposal and all the metaphors he’s curated carefully for his speech.

The end.

[wheeboo]

tell me that you love me {TEASER} | joshua hong

SYNOPSIS. in which you and joshua are simply different in more ways than one, yet only seem to find a common ground in struggling to chase your dreams. so why does life keep throwing you two at each other, despite your different worlds, and why does it feel so terrifyingly right? PAIRING. musician!joshua hong x deaf-artist!reader (ft. cafe owner!jeonghan, musician!seokmin, best friend!seungkwan, best friend!wheein) GENRE. fluff, slice of life, some angst, hurt/comfort, strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn WARNINGS (FOR THE TEASER). mention of blood and a cut, reader and shua has a very minor injury WARNINGS (FOR THE FULL FIC). shua and reader has some self-doubt issues in their respective careers, mentions of feelings of loneliness of moving away, shua is a shy clumsy boy that is deeply whipped, kissing, not a warning but a bunch of domesticity n comfort between them :(, there's prob more but i'll add it to the final draft! WORD COUNT (FOR THE TEASER). 1.5k WORD COUNT (FOR THE FULL FIC). estimated 25k+

notes: fic is inspired from the kdrama of the same name and the jdrama "aishiteiru to itte kure"! i hope you all look forward to it ^^ - i will be opening a TAGLIST for this fic - if you're interested, send me an ask or comment down below <3. those who are already part of my perm taglist will automatically be tagged!

The day is surprisingly slow. Even with the café being in the mere heart of the city and amidst the morning and afternoon rush, barely any pastries were taken on the display. The only sounds come from the rhythmic ticking of the antique clock on the wall, and the obnoxious screech of the stool that Jeonghan sits on not that far away.

However after some time, the familiar, soft chime of the door echoes throughout the café, announcing the arrival of a customer. Joshua finds his head immediately snapping up after fumbling with the frother, a welcoming smile dawning across his face as he smooths his apron and takes his place at the register. 

The figure in front of him is momentarily enveloped by the sunlight that seeps through the large window panes. He waits for them to step fully into the warm glow of the café, his eyes drawn to the way they hold themselves𑁋shoulders slightly hunched, hands tucked deep within the pockets of a lightweight jacket, and seemingly a book tucked under their shoulders. Their steps are slow, soft even as they approach the counter, and a smile, gentle and hesitant, plays on their lips.

"Hi, welcome in," Joshua greets politely. "What can I get for you today?"

You find yourself gazing at the unfamiliar barista in front of you with meticulous curiosity, before letting your eyes drift to the nametag on his shirt: Joshua. His eyes immediately dart down to your hands that you lifted up on instinct, then hesitation gnaws at you, and suddenly you bring your hands back to your sides again.

"Our menu is up here." Joshua motions above his head. "and our pastries are over here, if you would like to take a look."

You wave your hand dismissively, then fumble for your phone, showing him an order written on the screen.

Hot vanilla latte - Extra foam - Name is y/n

"Hot vanilla latte, extra foam?" Joshua repeats, confirming the order with a friendly smile, and the response he gets is a pair of thumbs-up. "And the name is... Y/N?"

Your face lights up, feeling some heat threaten up your neck as you offer a small nod to confirm.

There's something endearing that blooms in Joshua's chest as he punches the order down on the register. The moment is stretched with long silence before he watches as you quickly turn around to head to the outdoor sitting of the café. He sees you place yourself down at one of the seats, back turned towards him, and all he could do is let his eyes linger for a beat longer before realising that he actually has to make your order.

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the air as he sets to work. He fumbles slightly, steaming the milk for your latte and carefully (and clumsily) creating a cloud of airy foam.

When he places the mug on the counter, his eyes drift back to where you sat outside, the slight breeze and midday sun casting down on the patio. He notices that you're hunched over, seemingly concentrating on something, and he can't help but wonder what occupies your thoughts. With the latte in hand, he heads towards the door, the bell above the door softly chiming. 

The sun paints the city in dappled gold, and a light breeze sways through the air and catches a strand of your hair that floats like a wisp. It's a picture-perfect scene, and Joshua thinks you fit right into it, all while hunched over a small sketchbook and pencil in your hand flying across the page.

He hesitates right behind you, unsure how to get your attention without startling you. Every option that he mulls over seems intrusive and jarring.

In the end, Joshua decides on a gentle tap on your shoulder, hoping it would be subtle enough not to startle you. As his fingers make contact with your shoulder, a sudden jolt runs through your body, and you visibly startle, your hand flinching involuntarily and coming in contact with the mug in Joshua's hand.

The glass latte mug slips from Joshua's grasp, crashing down to the floor in thousands of tiny shards. Hot coffee splashes, hitting the skin of both of your hands and splattering on your sketchbook. Gasps fly from both your lips, echoing throughout the quiet patio. You wince in your seat, nearly causing you to stumble off but you manage to catch yourself.

For a long moment, Joshua could only find himself frozen, yet when he notices the pained look on your face, he instinctively reaches out, grabbing your hand without thinking. Your fingers curl around his in a startled reflex, your skin warm against his own. He cradles your hand in his, pressing his palm against your skin, as if trying to shield you from the worst of the heat and the glass scattered around the two of you.

Adrenaline courses through him as he pulls your hand back, examining it frantically. A thin red line crosses near your thumb, a tiny bead of blood sprouting at its edge. Panic claws at his throat, but he forces himself to stay calm. You're watching him, eyes wide with a mix of shock and pain, and he sees his own fear reflected in your pupils.

"Crap, I-I'm so sorry!" he blurts out, voice rough with regret. "Are you okay? I shouldn't have... I should have been more careful..."

You watch as Joshua's eyes scan your hand, the features of his face noticeably soft and etched with concern. The warmth of his hand cradling yours sends a jolt through you, something unfamiliar yet strangely comforting.

When you look back up at him, he asks if you're okay again, your gaze focusing in on his lips then back up at his eyes. You can tell he's worried𑁋he even seems breathless from all the panic too. Swallowing a lump in your throat, you silently answer with a nod.

The air seems to thicken with awkwardness. Joshua's gaze lingers down on your hand cradled in his trembling ones, the sight of a tiny cut on the flesh between your thumb and index finger sending a fresh wave of shame to come crashing down on him.

When you both lock eyes once again, you feel a flutter in your stomach. Then Joshua clears his throat, a million apologies tumbling over each other in his mind.

"I, uh..." he begins, then stops, unsure how to proceed. "Does it hurt a lot?"

You realise he's asking about you, and you peer down at your hand, the sting of the burn momentarily forgotten in the face of his genuine worry. It's just a small red line, a minor burn that will fade in time, and a tiny cut where the glass had scratched. But the warmth radiating from his hand cupped over yours feels oddly... comforting.

You shake your head, then motion to his own hand, as if asking the same thing.

Joshua blinks in surprise. He examines it, a small line of red just starting to show from a small cut, and a tiny calloused area from the burn of the coffee. It was barely noticeable, and it admittedly stung with a dull ache, but he wouldn't acknowledge that𑁋he didn't want to make you worry. It's not that bad, he thinks, but his thoughts are instantly replaced with concern for you.

"Here, let me... I'll get some bandages for you." He gently releases your hand, his touch lingering for a moment longer than necessary, and rises to his feet. "And a new drink, of course. On the house."

Before you can give him a nod or anything, you watch him walk towards the café, the sunlight reflecting off his dark hair. He turns back once inside, and your eyes meet across the wall of glass. You offer a smile, and raise your hand in a small wave. He returns one sheepishly, his smile crinkling the corners of his eyes just slightly, before disappearing to the side.

You stand up as well, shooting a glance down at your sketchbook, the brown splatter bleeding across a corner of the paper. It didn't look like a lot of it was damaged luckily𑁋you could probably incorporate it into the drawing somehow. The thought seems to soothe you.

Joshua mutters curses to himself as he struggles to find the first-aid kit underneath the counter in the employee's only restroom. He rummages through a drawer, tossing aside spare toilet paper rolls until he finally lays eyes on the small white box labeled First Aid.

"Knew you wouldn't be a great match for this," Jeonghan's voice rings out suddenly as Joshua retrieves a few pieces of bandages, the man finally emerging after what seems like a long ass hour of a break.

"You finally regret hiring me now?" Joshua scoffs playfully, waving the bandages in front of Jeonghan's face. "They haven't spoken to me at all, so I have no idea if they're okay or not."

Jeonghan lifts up an eyebrow. "They aren't speaking?" Some silence passes. "Is their name Y/N?”

Joshua looks back at him. “Yeah, why?”

“They come here a lot, like a regular, usually just drawing and stuff, I think,” Jeonghan says, pursing his lips together. “and… they’re also deaf.”

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[st-just]

ive seeeen you mention listening to history podcasts before, are there any that youd recommend? I have looked at whats out there but a lot of the popular ones I saw seemed to be rather dubious if you get me

So an assortment off the top of my head

Mike Duncan's stuff is both generally very good and also the inspiration of 90% of the history podcasts I listen to, so useful for cultural literacy if nothing else. (He podcasted his way into being a bona fide public intellectual for a moment there!) History of Rome is exactly what it sounds like, a narrative history from the mythical foundation of the city to the fall of the Western Empire (getting much more detailed and in depth as it gets into the imperial era). Revolutions is an anthology on what can be called the great revolutions of the modern western world, with series on the English, American, French, Haitian, Spanish American, German/Italian/French again (1848), French round three (Paris commune), Mexican and Russian (also includes a semester-length intellectual history of 19th C europepan leftism) revolutions. First two series are fine but it really gets good with the French Revolution and the Haiti series is some of the best pop history I've listened to or read. Also doubles as just a decent history of the long 19th century in Europe.

Tides of History is the only one of this list that feels like it has an actual production budget and more than one person working on it as part of their actual job. The host is the other guy whose podcasted himself into being a bit of a public intellectual (would rec his substack!) The downside of having a budget is most of the older stuff being locked behind a paywall, which is a shame because the early seasons are some of the best approachable history on the late medieval and early early modern period in Europe I've heard or seen. The current season is about the late bronze age world, and continues to be excellent.

History of Byzantium is explicitly an attempt to pick off where Duncan left off and follow the Eastern Roman empire from the fall of the west to 1452 (it's still in progress, now well into the 13th century). Also much like History of Rome, it starts off fairly general and vague but gets much more detailed as it goes. The general narrative history is intercut with semi-regular interviews with academic historians about the subject of their expertise for more in depth and probably rigorous discussion.

Speaking of Byzantium and Friends is hosted by one of the more prominent working byzantinists and consists of absolutely nothing but that. Much, much more academic - there's a level of assumed background knowledge to get much of anything out of the episodes, and and a level of academic inside baseball, but accurcy-wise this is the podcast I trust most out of all of them.

History of Japan is, again, what it sounds like. One of many podcasts begun by a grad student probably procrastinating working on his thesis that has lasted long enough for him to graduate, get married, and settle into a full time job. Vast majority of episodes are 20-30-minute mini-histories on, say, the biography of a particular political figure or part of a mini-series on the spread of Buddhism or something (plus a few much, much longer series on e.g. the Meiji Restoration). Currently in the middle of remaking/expanding a series that's a general high-level survey of Japanese history to celebrate hitting episode 500.

Criminal Records shares a host with it, but is (intentionally) less rigorous and much more bantery (having two hosts helps, them being married presumably good for the chemistry), also technically a true crime podcast - specifically about weird crimes and legal cases throughout history. My favorite episode is the one on the oldest surviving court case in the record from ancient Sumeria.

The History of the Crusades and it's sequel Reconquista continue the trend of admirably self-explaining names. They're nearly-entirely narrative and political histories, so if you're not interested in crowns, marriages and wars probably give them a pass, but very granular and detailed as they go. Crusades finished after the fall of Jerusalem and then a follow-up about the Albigensian Crusade, Reconquista currently still ongoing (in the 11th century at the moment, I believe).

Pax Brittancia is the one I just finished binging as depression-ameliorating background noise and what I've been posting about recently. Another begun by a grad student avoiding their thesis who has since become a doctor (who had previously completed a podcast on the history of witchcraft, which I have not listened to). It's ostensibly a history of the British Empire, beginning with the Stuart Dynasty (and personal union with Scotland) and moving forward with sufficent attention to detail that after five years and change it's objectively just a very in depth history of the Wars of Three Kingdoms (incl. causes and aftermath). Includes many, many interviews with established historians, including a whole series on Covenanter Scotland and whether its rise should be considered a Scottish Revolution. The narrative just reached Cromwell's inauguration as Lord Protector.

[san8ny]

STILL GOT IT !

?: While you continue reign over your niche internet kingdom, Ellie finds herself consumed with thoughts of you, you and you! So much so, her fans are staring to notice. Joining your livestream, which she’s been trying to abstain from, you quickly remind her on why you’re so addictive in the first place! / E.W / 18+

!: too lazy to write all warnings but pretty tame when it comes to smut. s

Her heart initially falls to her ass when she sees the plethora of comments underneath her latest video, usual adornment of little heart emojis which now turned into discussions of twitter threads. How had a clipping of her rubbing herself inside a public bathroom stall, the usual shtick before she clocks into a boring 9-5– garner this much negativity? What changed?

“Eh, you don’t seem as passionate after the collab tbhhh”

“lost her touch lmfao”

“does this mean we get another video with you and—

She shuts the laptop closed, unable to further stomach her unsatisfied audience with thoughts running rampant in her mind.

Lost..her touch?

Surely these comments were satirical and just baiting her for another video with you, right? I mean, it’s not like she hasn’t gotten hate comments before, though rare for a small homemade creator like herself, but that was besides the point!

it irked her.

Since when has Ellie ever needed anyone for a platform she grew and built, huh? So what if you had given her the best fucking of her life? Genuinely, what about it? It’s not like she goes to sleep with you on her mind, just to awaken the next morning with her pajama bottoms absolutely drenched because she had the most delicious wet dream about you! That’d be crazy..

She rubs her temples a bit to soothe the pounding of her head, she needed a quick fix to this issue and fast! Opening the device back up, she seeks answers.

⌕ [“How do I get horny again without looking at the hot girl who had sex with me’s page?”]

Holding her breath, she types into the search bar. They do say google holds all the answers.

aaaand..nothing.

God, maybe she was dealing with an original experience? 8 Billion people and all useless.

What if you’ve ruined her to the brink of no-return? She can’t even orgasm anymore on her page without watching you, which makes the climaxes lackluster. She can never go back after you’ve given her a taste of the real thing.

That night, she props her laptop up with you pulled up on the screen. You’re wearing a pretty lingerie set, too pretty of one Ellie thinks. It’s the little fancy-pancy one’s you had in your closet that night you graciously let her stay over. Post-nut delirium, but Ellie could still see you liked lace alot, it being the main choice of material inhabiting your wardrobe.

Hot.

Her eyes scower the screen as donations roll in and as per usual, you thank the viewers with a pristine smile, like you didn’t turn Ellie back into a fuckin’ virgin.

She hasn’t been on one of your streams in a while actually, too caught up with work but now, she really remembers why she use to.

You were a guilty pleasure. Addictive, and Ellie didn’t even have a knack for sweets; you just always managed to pollute her head with the most vile of scenarios she could envision recreating with you and fuck, did she hate herself for it— hated herself for becoming so obsessed with someone who only saw her as a collaborater, a co-worker.

She couldn’t complain however, not with the way you manage to talk everyone through it in your streams in a low shaky voice, and especially, not with the way you capture everyones attention with your movements.

and, like a moth to a flame, Ellie finds herself, unaware, cupping her breasts..kneading the flesh like soft dough through her bleach-stained band tee, relapsing back into a place she thought she wouldn’t want to return to; she can’t help the moans that steadily escape her when you let one of your own out, and God, Ellie might really be the worst person because she hasn’t had this good of a masturbation sesh in forever. It’s been feeling so cold and robotic lately with her trying to appease her few followers, but we know how that turned out.

“Ellie’s in the stream?” You whimper out, reading the explosive chat when you slap the silicone toy messily against your puffy clit, swollen under it’s hood but sitting so pretty like an pearl would on its’s oyster, glistening in both your own liquids. “Hi Els..” Your whiney voice calls her out.

Oh God.

Ellie’s eyes roll back abit when she sees your crinkled eyes, lip pulled in between teeth and your flushed cheeks. She practically punches the ‘Co-Host’ request button with her camera off so only her pathetic pants of your name are heard, “H-hi doll..” She hisses out softly, “You l-look so pretty r’now, ah!..’m sorry haven’t been o-on your—mmh!— streams..”

You giggle at this, and the viewer count doubles in amount. Somehow, the stream becomes what seems like a steamy facetime call between two creators, with the rest of the viewers witnessing and prying in on the salacious moment, “‘s okay..just w-wanna hear your noises, Ellie.” It’s like you knew she couldn’t speak to you without a hand busying itself down there..

The girl groans, dropping her camera inbetween her legs to the echoing sounds of squelching and heaven. Though you couldn’t see her in the dark, 2:30 AM lighting of her bedroom she lounges in, you could feel it. She doesn’t even remember the last time she’d secrete this much arousal without the assistance of lube.

“A-ah, me baby? Gosh, ‘jus wanna watch you f’ a sec. Hear me well?”

You nod, eyebrows furrowing and your eyes growing more heavy when you prop your legs up on the gaming chair, displaying your drenched pelvic area— all so messy and for everyone to see. Mainly the broad on the other end of the stream..

You squeal when you curl your fingers into a specifically spongy spot, lips parting and your head thrown back a bit— you’d long ditched the dildo for something a bit more efficient, something to really capture the moment between you. Strands of hair stick to your forehead when an orgasm arises, and you seem a bit upset for cumming too quickly, not when Ellie has just got here!

Prolonging it a bit, you heave and retreat from your digits, rubbing your thighs imaptiently with your sighs stuttering, all while the other girl slaps at her cunt from what you can hear. Painslut

Ellie looks up back at you when she, herself, feels a tight coil in her stomach beginning to loosen, “B-boutta’ cum, dollface. Cmon..put them back on ‘er. Need my girl to do it with me.”

You nod ever so slightly to her voice, though you cannot see her, the raspiness of her voice takes you to a whole other level, “Ellie..” you cry out when your fingers make contact, it seems to be hitting you harder than usual, hypersensitivity of edging yourself all stream. Is it so wrong her green-eyed gaze trains on you intently while you whine and bitch for her?

The muscles in her abdomen tighten when she particularly notices a dumbed out look on you, saliva seeping past your glossy lips and dribbling to the lacy outfit you had on, rubbing her clit as fast as she can, she eggs you on, “Ah! Ah! J-just there w’you..wanna do it ‘wif you.”

Ellie gasps when your legs twitch uncontrollably, and on-cue, as promised, she meets the point with you— biting her knuckle when she spasms through the waves of orgasmic pleasure.

A few moments go past when Ellie picks her phone camera up to see you’d already went past your donation threshold. She can hear your hiccups, hair all messed up and covering your face— sweet baby..

She quickly ends the live-stream for you, a co-host accessible option you’d enabled incase you couldn’t end it from your own screen.

just to run to her bathroom to clean herself up before heading to your place.

Was she invited? No. Was she likely pushing a boundary? Yes, but, was she going to start a ‘no-aftecare’ streak in her entirety of 23 years? Fuck no.

Whether you liked it or not, she was on her way.

@san8ny: “alr she still got it ig”