#handled that mf real quick

[tzschixel]

And here we go

A SINCARAZ MATCH WE’VE BEEN YEARNING FOR AGES!!!! *screamingggg*

[nerdraging4point0]

Power Play // Chapter 9 // Hockeyplayer!Noah AU

Tropes and tags: RPF:AU hockey player romance, angsty romance, hidden relationship, forbidden relationship, smutty, MF, multiple POV. 

Content Warning: angsty romance, hockey player shenanigans, locker room talk, smutty, aggressive hockey players, PinV, MF relationship, possessive male, protective male.

This work below is fictionalized ideas and stories involving real people but does not directly reflect their thoughts, feelings, or behaviors. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction.

As I delicately dab the gauze against Nick's left eyebrow, I can feel it nearly slipping from my trembling hands. The tension is palpable as I firmly grasp his stubbled chin, forcing his gaze to meet mine for just a moment before his eyes dart back to the action unfolding across the ice. 

It all went down so fast.

In a flash, Sanchez slung the puck past the goalie and into the net, eliciting a roar from the crowd. But the celebration was short-lived, as the clash of bodies around the goal quickly turned chaotic. The Bruns defense swarmed Sanchez, shoving him roughly, while another player trips up Ruffilo in a blatant display of aggression. And then, as Nick is getting to his feet, one of the opposing players "accidentally" strikes him across the face with the sharp end of his stick, drawing blood and a collective gasp from the onlookers. It takes the quick action of Dominick leaping over the boards, and the restraint of Sebastian, to keep Karlsson from pummeling the offending player then and there. 

With a few deft motions, I managed to clear away the blood, Ruffilo's injury was not as severe as it had initially appeared. Relieved to see that no stitches would be necessary, I turned my attention to Jack, giving him a reassuring thumbs up. Jack responds with a curt nod, his gaze shifting towards the ice as he silently communicated his readiness to get the game back underway. Taking the cue, I reached out and gave Nick a firm pat on the shoulder, prompting him to swiftly leap back over the boards and rejoin his teammates on the rink. Turning back to my makeshift medical station, I set about the methodical task of cleaning up the scattered gauze pads and securely closing the saline solution. 

Noah has been skating past my post repeatedly today, each time i've tried to ignore his presence, it's been a mere two weeks since our fateful universal date. Since that night, we've been utterly unable to keep our hands off one another, our bodies drawn together by an irresistible magnetic force that threatens to consume us both. 

Although we've managed to keep our situationship secret for now the ever-present anxiety of being discovered hangs over me like a dark cloud. The thrill is intoxicating, yet the guilt gnaws at my conscience. I know deep down that what we share is wrong, taboo, a flagrant flouting of the rules - and yet, in his presence, all rational thought seems to evaporate. 

The way he moves, the way he looks at me, ignites a fire within that I find impossible to extinguish. 

 The words breach of contract. Misconduct. All flash in my brain when I think about it, but they vanish shortly after his hands touch my skin. One misstep, one slip-up, could shatter the fragile web we've woven - and the consequences of that are almost too terrifying to contemplate.

I’m no longer the only nurse on the team. McGuirre joined us last week, he is smart and funny. Recently divorced from his husband he took the job for a fresher start. Since then, each time Noah has needed a look over or some small injury, I have him handle it instead. The exchange of care helps quell the anxiety in my chest.

But it doesn't stop my heart from racing every time he looks my way.

  This game is falling apart and it's putting both the fans and the players on edge. The players have already engaged in a staggering five fights. We are down by three points, and the frustration is etched on each of their faces. Lawrence, has already broken two hockey sticks, cracking them across his knee with roaring yell. Karlsson, has found himself in the penalty box twice, forced to sit out crucial moments due to his overzealous play. In contrast, Noah, though not directly involved in any altercations, has been an aggressive presence, getting in the faces of multiple opposing players, unwilling to back down from the challenge. 

Even my father is visibly on edge, his cheeks flushed not from the chill of the rink but from the sheer tension of the moment. Up in the visitors' box, a group of recruiters from the Olympics, accompanied by the team's public relations manager, have their eyes trained intently on the game, focusing particularly on the standout players, Ruffilo and Sanchez. With each impressive play made, the recruiters can be seen pointing and discussing animatedly. 

As the final buzzer sounds, signaling the end of the game, the dejected players trudge off the ice, their shoulders hunched and their faces etched with frustration. The heavy footfalls echo through the empty halls, punctuated by the occasional angry muttering or the slamming of a door. Once inside the cramped, dimly lit locker room, the pent-up emotions finally erupt, with players hurling their sweat-soaked jerseys and slamming their fists against the metal lockers. The cacophony of crashing gear and furious shouts creates a chaotic symphony. It doesn’t take me long to put away the supplies and gather my keys and phone from my locker. Heading out quick.

As I aimlessly scrolled through my phone, the bright glow from the screen casting an eerie blue light across my face, I was completely oblivious to the looming presence approaching from the side. I’m tired and just want some late night dinner and trashy TV. Utterly absorbed in the mindless distraction of social media, I failed to notice the large, imposing figure drawing nearer until a sudden, vice-like grip seized my arm, yanking me forward with surprising force. Startled, I glanced up to find myself staring at a towering, sulking, Noah. His fingers, still damp and wrinkled from what was presumably a recent shower, dug painfully into the soft flesh of my bicep as he roughly dragged me along, his broad shoulders and thick neck tight with frustration. The pungent, earthy scent of his body wash, a musky, woodsy fragrance, assaulted my nostrils, his shoulders red frome the heart of his shower. 

We approach the storage closet, my head instinctively swivels around, scanning the empty hallway for any prying eyes that might catch. The coast is clear, and with a gentle nudge, he guides me through the doorway, clicking the door shut behind us. The small, enclosed space is dimly lit, barely holding all the storage let alone two human bodies.

“You’ve been ignoring me, little fox.” The dark, brooding intensity in his eyes is intense as he stalks towards me, his lithe, predatory movements leaving no doubt about his purpose. Droplets cling to the silky strands of his bangs, which sweep alluringly across his sharp cheekbones. I feel my back press against the sturdy wooden shelves behind me, the practice cones and sports gear rattling slightly from the contact.

Trapped, I try to stammer out a weak explanation, insisting that this is "nothing personal, just professional." But the tremor in my voice betrays the growing arousal I feel pooling between my thighs. As his hungry gaze rakes over my body.

 As he inhales sharply, a low, rumbling growl escapes his lips, further stoking the fire within me. “Turn around.”

My heart is hammering in my ears and I can barely register to move. “Wh-what?”

"Turn. Around." he commanded, his voice low and gruff. Slowly, I pushed off from the shelf, my eyes fixed on him as my body turned. He was impatient, taking my hips in his strong, calloused hands and spinning me the rest of the way around, pulling my backside firmly against his hips. I could feel his throbbing cock pressing against my ass, and a needy whine escaped my lips at the thought of him filling me up once more.

With one swift, powerful thrust, he pushed me into the shelf, I braced, pushing some of the gear aside as my body jolted forward. It still wasn't enough - I wanted more, craving the delicious, almost painful sensation of being stretched and dominated by this man. 

His breath hits the shell of my ear as his long fingers grasp my hair and pull my head back to meet his lips. “Say it,” he growls, “Say you want me to fuck you.” I whimper, it's all my brain can do, my ability to form words is short circuiting. “Speak words, little fox.” He says tugging my hair, causing just a quick nip of pain at my scalp.

“Please, Noah,” I beg, it's enough. Noah's free hand swiftly tugs down my pants and underwear, exposing me. Kicking my legs apart, he decisively slides his hand up the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, zeroing in on the throbbing center of my arousal. Without hesitation, he presses a long, skilled finger directly onto my sensitive clit, gently massaging the slick, swollen nub in firm, circular motions. The sensation is electric, and I can't help but gasp as he suddenly plunges that same finger deep inside me, filling me to the knuckle. I can feel the cool metal of his ring as it grazes my most sensitive walls, and he pulls back only to push forward again with more force. My body responds eagerly, clenching and fluttering around his intrusion as white-hot pleasure radiates through me. The combination of his confident touch, the fullness within me, and the intense stimulation on my most sensitive spots has me teetering on the edge of ecstasy, my breath coming in short, needy pants.

As his hand slowly withdraws, he carefully cups a portion of my glistening wetness between his fingertips, savoring the delicate texture and warmth. Releasing his grip on my hair, I turn my head just in time to witness him hastily shoving down his sweats, his throbbing cock springing back to meet the taut skin of his abdomen. With a deliberate motion, he coats the swollen tip and rigid shaft with my own arousal. My eyes roll back and I bite down hard on my lower lip, enthralled by the erotically charged sight. Bracing myself against his hip, I can feel him guiding his pulsing length to my entrance, sinking in the moment he finds the perfect spot. There is no hesitation, no gentle buildup - he simply begins driving his hips forward, the slapping of skin against skin echoing through the charged atmosphere as he grips me tightly by the hips.

Rising up on the balls of my feet in a desperate bid to feel him buried within me to the absolute hilt. The overwhelming, all-encompassing need to be ripped apart, to be used and claimed with utter abandon, pulses through my veins like molten desire. He answers my frantic, wanton movements with grunts and pants, his grip tightening around my waist until I can feel the sharp crests of my hips pinching under the sheer force of his grasp. 

I arch my back, grinding myself against him with wanton abandon, lost in the ecstasy of being utterly possessed. 

The intense sensations are almost overwhelming, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over me as he continues his relentless pounding. I can barely catch my breath, whimpering and gasping in a desperate attempt to hold back the screams that threaten to escape. My fingers claw at nothing, grasping for something, anything, to anchor myself as my body is wracked with one earth-shattering orgasm after another. The backs of my thighs burn from holding myself up on my toes, but I refuse to give in, needing to feel every inch of him filling me, stretching me to my limits. 

His large hands grip my backside, kneading the flesh as he pulls me forward to meet each of his powerful thrusts. I can imagine the lewd sight of his glistening cock disappearing inside me, leaving me raw and thoroughly claimed. The only sounds that fill the air are his grunts, growls, and heavy panting as he takes what he needs, completely consumed. 

Deep within, I feel a stirring of something more profound - a dawning realization that he is claiming me, body and soul, in a way no other man ever could. With each punishing stroke, he is staking his indelible mark, making me his and his alone.

In what feels like an eternity but is mere moments, he lets out one last guttural groan, his hips surging forward in a final, forceful thrust. I can feel the tension in his body as it quivers and strains, every muscle going taut before finally releasing in a shuddering wave of relief. Collapsing over me, he pants heavily, his breath hot and ragged against my skin. We stay locked together, suspended, my legs trembling as I slowly lower them to the floor. The warmth of his release coats my insides, the sensation both foreign and familiar as it seeps into every sensitive crevice. Time seems to stand still in that hazy, blissful moment, the world narrowing down to just the two of us. Finally, reluctantly, we begin to part.

He helps bring my pants back up as I fix the hem of my shirt. His arms wrapping around my waist as he pulls me in head tucking over my shoulder. He doesn't say anything. Just lets out a shaky breath before kissing the side of my neck and turning around to leave.

As I reluctantly bid farewell to Noah, a profound sense of melancholy washes over me, shaking my entire being more intensely than the passionate encounter we had just shared. The tender goodbye lingers, its emotional weight far exceeding the physical intimacy we had experienced. Glancing down, I notice my phone and keys strewn haphazardly on the floor. I can't even recall the moment I dropped them. 

Steeling myself, I step out of the closet, turning to my left only to witness Noah vanish back towards the locker rooms. In that instant, I'm painfully aware that I'm not alone - Ruffilo and Karlsson stand in the hallway, their eyebrows raised in a silent expression of surprise and judgment as our eyes meet. My cheeks flush with a deep, burning crimson as I spin on my heel, heart pounding, and quickly make my way down the hall towards the parking lot, desperate to escape the prying eyes and the weight of the moment.

[dilfspitdrinker]

Let The Light In | Joel Miller x f!reader

Description: You’ve been babysitting Joel Miller’s daughter all summer. No matter now much you try to deny it, you know you’re into him. But it’s just a little crush that you thought could never be reciprocated, until one fateful phone call. The shift between you two is irresistible, and you’re in for more than you ever anticipated. A/N: guys I got so stuck on this ch that I waited until I myself was wine drunk to write some of the dialogue. Lit a mf candle. Listened to wine pon you by doja cat and drunk in love by Beyoncé on repeat. Also I thought SO HARD about whether or not they should boink in this chapter (spoiler: they don’t SORRYYY). Also here’s some pics of what Joel looks like for this date bc u need to see the vision, the boy is absolutely gift wrapped.

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Chapter 6

Friday finally rolled around, and you’d been buzzing all day. You started getting ready for your date two hours in advance, just to be sure you gave yourself enough time. Joel hadn’t told you just how fancy this restaurant would be, you only knew it was not Olive Garden, and presumably nicer. You rummaged through your closet, cycling through a few options before settling on a little black dress. Classic, you hoped Joel would like it. You kept it simple with light makeup, but debated heavily between a pinky gloss or a wine red lipstick. You swiped on the gloss, and it looked good, but you felt it wasn’t enticing enough. You wiped it off and applied the lipstick with precision. Taking a step back, you examined yourself in the mirror. It tied the whole look together nicely. You’d never gotten this dressed up for a date, certainly not any first date. It made you giddy to think that Joel was already treating you with such care.

You didn’t start feeling nervous until you received an “on my way” text. You fiddled with your jewelry, perched on the edge of the bed. You knew Joel would be a gentleman, you were more concerned about yourself. You desperately didn’t want to come off the wrong way.

The doorbell rang, making you jump out of your thoughts. You hurried to the door, clammy hands smoothing down your dress. One last deep breath before twisting the handle. One last steadying thought – it’s just Joel – and you swung open the door.

You thought you might collapse at the sight of him. His hair was combed back, a new look from his usual tousled locks, and it made your fingers twitch, itching to mess it up again. Over his broad frame was a dark green button up, with the top two buttons undone, allowing your eyes to devour his collarbone and neck. You needed to get his skin between your teeth before the night was over. Your gaze drifted lower, and in his hands, flowers. He held them out to you with a gorgeous smile, “Evening, darlin’.”

“Joel,” was all you could say at first, and it was written all over your face that you were entranced by him. Watching you absorb his appearance, he wondered if you’d even looked at yourself. From the second you opened the door, he was smitten. You looked nothing short of stunning. The silhouette of your dress was beyond flattering. That color of lipstick accentuated the shape of your lips, and he had to hold himself back from kissing it all off. There would be time for that later.

You took the bouquet and threw your arms around his shoulders, in lieu of a hello. His large hands splayed over your back. Up close, you could smell his cologne, instantly making your loins stir.

The light scent of the flowers reminded you to pull away before getting too lost in him. “Let me put these in a vase real quick.”

He stayed in the doorway, but leaned over to watch while you filled a vase with water. “The sink behaving itself?”

“Yeah, works perfect.”

“And the cabinets?”

“No longer squeaky.”

“Good,” he nodded once.

You glanced at him repeatedly while arranging the flowers, hardly believing your eyes. It felt surreal to see Joel Miller leaning against your doorway, waiting to take you on a date.

He detected your nervousness, and wondered if you could sense his. It had been more than a decade since he’d had any romantic prospects, and his heart pressured him to win you over. 

It wasn’t lost on you how his eyes had been glued to you this whole time. It lent some confidence to your stride as you grabbed your purse and returned to him. On the way out to the truck, it was impossible to ignore how his ass sat awfully nicely in his gray slacks.

He took you to a restaurant you’d never heard of, but that wasn’t saying much. Most places in Austin you were still unfamiliar with. You found yourself hoping Joel would take you all over the city.

He gave you a hand getting out of the truck, which you readily accepted. You marveled at how small your hand felt enveloped in his own, and he still held it as you walked into the restaurant, and still didn’t let go until you were seated. You both looked over the menu quietly, murmuring about what looked good. A blanket of unexpected shyness hung in the air between you.

He cleared this throat, “You look amazing. Meant to say that earlier, but you really did have me speechless.”

Heat rose in your cheeks, “You look great too.”

His mouth quirked upwards, but there was something behind his eyes that said he didn’t believe you, not fully.

Your gaze dropped back to the menu, unable to say it while looking right at him, “I mean it. You’re very handsome Joel.”

His smirk was all too audible, “Oh yeah? I clean up nice?”

“You do, but you’re handsome all the time.”

“I don’t know about all the time. You’ve never seen me at work.”

An image of him hard at work on a job site flashed in your mind. Muscles rippling, tanned and glistening with sweat from the sun. You’d do anything to see that, but didn’t even need to to be certain. “All. The time.”

He chuckled, “I’ll take your word for it.”

That left him with the question, since when? Had you always found him attractive? He’d certainly noticed your beauty from the start, have to be blind not to. You were a sight for sore eyes, and his eyes – along with everything else – were often very sore after a long day. He would try not to think about you too much, assuming that you probably didn’t want your old man boss fawning over how pretty you were. Sarah didn’t make that easy, she loved to ramble about her days spent with you, how cool and fun you were. Long after you’d left for the night, when he’d help himself to a brownie or whatever else you’d made, it took a strained effort to not picture you looking so lovely in his home. But the days of trying to avoid thoughts of you were long gone. Ever since the night you’d called and asked to be picked up – ever since you had needed him – there was no place in his mind that you couldn’t slip into.

The waiter came over and took your orders, and returned shortly with two glasses of wine.

You sipped your drink, hiding your desperation to down the whole glass. If your pounding heart would just stabilize, maybe you could be talkative enough for him to not regret this. You had to admit that your age gap made you uncertain about what topics you could both relate to, that didn’t involve Sarah. Your prayers were answered when he lead the conversation, because of course he would– he constantly proved himself to be the ideal man.

“You took a summer class, right?”

A question he already knew the answer to, but you appreciated it nonetheless. Summer classes had given you an excuse to move to Austin early, as you had been growing increasingly restless in your hometown. “Two, actually.”

“How’d those go for you?”

“They were pretty easy, I ended up having a lot more downtime than I thought.”

“What’d you get up to in your free time?”

Your eyes lit up, “A lot of baking. Going to the thrift store, too. Oh! And reading, when I can afford some more books.”

He was hanging on every word, but his face changed a bit at the mention of what you could afford.

Your eyes widened, realizing the unintentional implication about how much he paid you, “I’m just kidding, I’m not broke.” To regain some footing, you threw in a playful comment with a wink, “Most of the time.”

To your relief, he took it with neither offense nor concern, “I’ve been there darlin’. Don’t trust people who’ve never been broke at some point.”

“But hey,” he opened his palm on the table invitingly. You slid your hand into his, his thumb rubbing your knuckles. He continued, “Next time, shoot me a text and I’ll sponsor your next shopping trip.” 

You started shaking your head, but he wouldn’t relent, “Or at least a coffee’.”

You rolled your eyes, “You already sponsor my coffees.”

He laughed shortly, “But seriously, I’d be more than happy to-“

You cut him off, “But seriously, you really don’t have to-“

“Let me,” his hand tightened around yours. His eyes were so earnest, how could you deny him? Even though it didn’t sit right with you to receive money you didn’t work for, it made your heart flutter that he was insisting, that he’d even want to do that for you.

You settled for “maybe,” which he accepted with satisfaction. In his mind, there was already a timer counting; if you didn’t mention anything you wanted in the next two weeks, he’d still send some money your way. You’d probably try to refuse it with your moral high ground bit, but he’d just usher you to the bookstore.

Swirling your wine, you hid the full extent of your intrigue when you asked, “So what about you? Besides guitar, what do you like?”

He examined you for a moment, then said, “Guess.”

Confusion crossed your face, “Guess? I don’t know, whatever Texan men like. Football?”

He held intense eye contact, “I do like football. What else do you reckon?”

You shrugged, “You cook, right?”

“Enough to get by.” He nodded at you to continue, “Go ‘head, what else do you think I like?”

You paused to wonder what was his idea with throwing you for a loop like this. Then you identified the roguish look in his eyes and finally understood, oh, this is a game. The opportunity to interact with flirty Joel was exciting, and you were determined to show a new side of yourself, one that wasn’t swimming in self-doubt. You smiled coyly and answered, “You like me.”

He smirked, pleased that you caught on, “Too easy, you already knew that.”

Your lip curled into a more devious expression, “You like that I still have your clothes, don’t you? Haven’t asked for them back.”

“You ain’t given them back either,” he returned.

You took a sip of wine and tilted the glass toward him, “I know you like this outfit, but I bet you’d like seeing me in one of your T-shirts better.”

He smiled like he was impressed, “I would. And we can make that happen, long as you don’t get all shy ‘round me.”

You cocked your head, “Am I being shy now?”

He was pushing you on purpose, “I don’t know baby. Just get the feelin’ you’re all talk.”

So he was a smart opponent, but you could rise to the challenge. This particular thought had been brewing in your mind for a while, something you’d drift to when you couldn’t sleep at night. Though you couldn’t see yourself ever saying it to his face, something about Joel brought it out of you to vocalize, “I bet you’re handsy when you’re drunk.”

He raised an eyebrow, lowering his voice, “And I bet you’d love that.”

Your jaw dropped and you kicked him under the table. He burst into laughter.

The food arrived shortly, and everything was delicious. You both drank a second glass of wine, and you adored the color it brought to his cheeks. He took every chance to make you laugh, and with every success, he fought the urge to reach across the table and hold your face in both hands.

With the warmth coursing through his veins, every smushed down sentiment was rising of its own accord within him. He wanted to be everything for you. Provider, supporter, your source of stability, driver of your joy. And even as the night wore on and his mind cleared of the haze, he remained certain. He’d spare no effort for you, pour all he had and all he was at your feet.

You were in the middle of a story about your last job, in retail. “And then I was like, ‘I don’t get paid enough for this bullshit.’ And I quit on the spot and just left.”

“Really?” he grinned with raised eyebrows, like he was enjoying the hell out of your unprofessionalism.

You rambled animatedly, “Yes really! And I’ve never done that before, and I didn’t do it, like, for fun or anything. I had just put up with so much at that point, and I actually already had my two weeks’ notice all written up, but after that shit, I literally could not stand to be there for another minute.”

“No need to defend your character, darlin’. Hell, if I were you, I’da been meaner. Told ‘em all to fuck off.”

You laughed hard, throwing your head back, and he knew for sure he was screwed.

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“This has been such a great night Joel. Thank you so much.” You clung to his arm on the way back to his truck, jumping at the chance to feel his bicep.

He helped you climb in while saying, “You’re more than welcome darlin.’ I’m ready for the next one whenever you are, just say the word.”

Once he was settled in front of the wheel and turning out of the parking lot, you looked at the time. The night was still young. “I don’t wanna go home,” you said quietly.

Even knowing that this might not be the best decision, he suggested, “We could always go to my place, watch a movie or somethin’.”

Your skin tingled. “Or somethin’,” you repeated.

He gave you a sidelong glance with a raised brow, “Sarah’s spending the night at Uncle Tommy’s.”

“Lucky us.”

He rested his hand on your thigh while he drove. His palm was so warm and rough against your soft skin. He squeezed it every time he noticed you staring at him drive one-handed, making you look away and bite back a smile.

At his house, you plopped yourself on the couch while he rummaged around the kitchen. Turning to you, he held up two large wine glasses, “Join me for one more?”

“Gladly,” you beamed.

He popped open a bottle of red wine. It matched your lipstick, which reminded him, now’s the time to fulfill what he’d been wanting since you opened your apartment door.

Handing you a glass, he joined you on the couch. “Whatcha feel like watchin’?”

“Anything,” you answered, because you highly doubted you’d be paying any attention.

Joel had his own collection of movies on DVD, but he opted to channel surf until he found something that had just started. He was already planning on real movie nights with you, but tonight he knew you’d both be a little too distracted.

He put an arm around your frame, pulling you into his side. Your head fit perfectly in the curve where his neck met his shoulder. Raising the glass to your lips, you realized with a smirk that he filled them both way more than one servings’ worth.

He was caressing your arm, giving you goosebumps. You could barely hear the TV over the pounding of your heart. As anticipated, you grew bored of the movie after the first scene. The wine made your blood warm, and you swore you could feel it also heating his skin, right against your temple, as another swig traveled down his throat. You turned your head slightly and pressed a kiss to his neck. His breath hitched.

He leaned forward to set his glass on the coffee table, and plucked yours out of your hand as well.

“Now come here, pretty girl,” he murmured, and not wasting another second, he was tugging your legs across his lap and you gripped his shoulders. Your lips met in an open kiss, starved and needy. One of his hands wrapped securely around your waist, the other running up and down your thigh, teasing the hem of your dress. Your tongue prodded into his mouth, fingers snaking up his scalp, finally mussing up his hair. You took note of the way he sighed and leaned in further, pleased with yourself for discovering what he enjoyed.

You parted for a breath, and smirked at the sight of your rubbed-off lipstick staining his lips. You hummed, “This color looks really good on you.”

In turn, what was left on your lips was blurred around the edges. He traced it with the pad of his thumb, “Yeah? Looks beautiful on you baby, too bad I’m takin’ it off.”

You suddenly leaned away from him. He looked a little concerned until you said, “Let me finish this off real quick,” reaching for your still overfilled wine glass.

“Well shit, I’ll join ya,” he took his own to throw back.

It became an unspoken competition of who could down their glass first. Joel won, but not by much. Just to tease him, you tucked yourself back into his side and refocused on the movie. You also wanted to test your hypothesis about how touchy he’d get, and after less than ten minutes, all that wine started working all at once. You found yourself in a fit of giggles at a joke that wasn’t that funny. Joel laughed with you in amusement, admiring you in this state. You locked eyes for a moment, then his gaze fell to your lips, still tinted red.

“Gonna let me finish the job?” he drawled.

You answered by reconnecting your mouths, where he eagerly slid in his tongue. A large hand pressed against your ribs, keeping you close to him. As if you’d ever want to leave. He tilted his head and began trailing heated kisses down your neck, loving how your breath trembled.

A tender smile graced his features between kisses, “Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?”

You shook your head, “Never thought I was anything special.”

“Nobody ever make you feel special?” he pulled back enough to look at you, brows turned upward.

You shook your head again, playing it up with a pout.

“I will,” he vowed, laying back on the couch and pulling you with him.

You rested on top of him, the hem of your dress creeping up your thighs. Your heart was hammering wildly, you wondered if he could feel it against his chest.

You marveled at the way he was looking at you, longingly, like you really were special. Unable to take the intensity of gaze, you closed the gap between you again. You were so warm all over, melting into him. His palms rested on your lower back, fingers inching lower.

“You don’t have to be such a gentleman,” you mumbled against his lips.

“Just tryin’ to take my time with you baby, treat you right.”

You made out lazily, the noise from the TV long forgotten. His hands roamed over you, but always stopped short of where you wanted him. Your eyelids became so heavy, you couldn’t open them as you dipped your head to the crook of his neck. His cologne hadn’t worn off, and you breathed in the scent between kisses to his collarbone.

“You tired baby?” he asked.

“No.”

“You’re fallin’ asleep on me sweetheart.”

“No I’m not.”

“Okay,” he rolled his eyes and smiled into your hair.

“You’re just so warm,” you thought out loud.

A few minutes later, he nudged you lightly. You were dead asleep. He picked you up gently and carried you to his bedroom. Laying you down, he paused to think. If you were his, he’d take off that dress and put you in one of his shirts to sleep in. But you weren’t, and as much as he wanted you to be comfortable, he didn’t want to cross a line. Hell, if you were his, he’d just crawl in bed with you. But you weren’t, and as much as he wanted to just be close to you, he was deeply unwilling to tread over any uncertain boundaries. Couch for him tonight.

Before leaving your side, he brushed your hair away from your face and whispered to himself, “Where have you been all my life?”

Masterlist

Chapter 7

[manic-sapphic]

spop imgs!- except cursed w dumb lil commentary~

top one has sound and i'm sorry for making it ok - but obvi i'm lying cause i'm still letting it exist on the internet - so i guess more accurately, i'm sorry i'm not sorry? but hey, i'll pretend i'm gonna work on that tho ok<3

sometimes before u can even try to forgive - ya just gotta sucker punch em in the face with a running start and fists encased in thick af ice - & then the healing begins.

-- "duck?"

-- "ooh- where?"

scorpia, ily. never change .... but also- when tf has there ever been any indication this planet even be up in them ducks tho?

- maaaan scorpia, so kind - tryna spare seahawk's feelings- even when she was still always tryna toss e'ry lil rebel she could get her hands on left and right - whether from the deck of a boat, sendin ya plummeting toward some big fckin gnar propeller in its engine, or a scenic, snowy bridge over a huge, seemingly bottomless chasm - scorpia don't discriminate. she will gladly fling u like gravity don't exist in any & every direction- & let the chips fall where they may <3

but hey tho- she is way nice to seahawk fr - after this mf'er tricked this trusting lil scorpion sweetie in no princess left behind into believing he was "the inspector" & then tryna flirt w her when he reads he's boutta get caught - bad at vibes very on that one seahawk, but gee u certainly went for it. i guess good job? but more like- nice try- and then even more like- u tried.

- ok so, hypothetically - ur ex-bestie leads a surprise attack vs you & ur new rebel crew that seems like it's over and ya done lost tf out of it - but when it appears as tho the battle has wrapped up - bestie walks up like this- like she wanna be best bestie tho --- is it wrong to be pretty almost confident w/o a damn doubt- i could def find it in my heart to let go of the whole 'brawling-1-on-1-during-a-major-battle-between-our-warring-forces' thing? and fairly quick i bet-- like, idk ~2.5ish secs after my vision cleared well enough to see wanna be best bestie walkin over like she gonna be best bestie---

cause i dunno for sure if it's wrong or not - but i'ma go ahead and submit that it is not -- and just call any disagreements respected differences in philosophies aight.

"wait wait waitwait - time out -

...wtf is this..? tf just happened rn- oh shi, hold up- it's still happening--- wut the hell is going on--

srry - can we put a pause on me man-handling u for a quick sec? - i'll get right back on it asap -

but i think maybe i do got some sorta brain damage happenin fr this time cause def feels like something in my head just got broke tf out of & i have literally no clue what's going on w this feeling or tf to do about it -- omfg catra am i dying?? i'm so scared rn- oh, also i seem to have forgotten how to move -"

-tbh the best thing about this moment ^^ to me is the obvi af stark diff in she-ra's strength & catra's once adora's no longer in control- adora just whippin catra tf around & slamming her into the fckin frozen tundra- gurl just lived a fleeting second life as she-ra's fav lil stress toy - (a life that's cut short af ofc after she-ra's done playin w her bitty kitty body like the mf-er weighs less than air - and tosses her face-first into the ground & she goes down so hard - btch skips across the snow like all it was to she-ra was skippin a fckin stone on a lake)-

~sure, u can prowl around on my floor tryna check for intruders, anytime at all - keep me safe, cat gurl~~

ok yes- i def put this gif w the set i posted for white out, so this one's a repeat- but, i mean. can you blame me- & c'mon, are u even mad bout it?

tbh i'm just kinda hoping every time i send it out into cyber space, cyber space gets a lil gayer <3

ok that's enough/also too much from me~~

--byyeeeee (but prob not for long, let's be real) <3

[uzuikyo]

𓄷 10:02 ✦ akaashi keiji x f!chubby!reader

ﾒ̼ fluff, suggestive

ﾒ̼ NOT PROOFREAD !! akaashi’s a tease, making out, flirty ass mfs

“i’m so bloated,” you announced, pouting as you sat on the couch beside akaashi who was scrolling through his phone. you looked down at your belly, lightly squeezing and patting the flesh that was out and exposed because of how your fitted top was rolled up.

you glared at your boyfriend when he wasn’t acknowledging you and decided to annoy him by laying face down on his lap. “what are you so busy for that you aren’t even paying attention?” akaashi finally looked down on you, putting his phone down. “i would rather watch tiktok videos than deal with your whiny ass.” you knew it was meant as a joke, so you just rolled your eyes.

“i’m not! i was just saying how bloated i am,” you replied, “also i didn’t even know you have tiktok. i thought you said they were boring?” you raised an eyebrow, grinning. “shut up..” he mumbled and you squealed when you felt his big hands squeeze the back of your thighs. “keiji!” you laughed, trying to slap his hand away. “your fault for laying down on me like that.” you rolled your eyes at his reply.

“pervert.” akaashi narrowed his eyes as you just giggled, pulling yourself up and straddling him. “only for you,” he winked and you internally screamed when you felt his hands on your love handles. “c’mere.” akaashi pulled you down on his lap before giving you a quick peck in which you pouted after, trying to feel and receive more. your hands making their way under your man’s shirt.

“who’s the pervert now?” you ignored his teasing and leaned in for a real kiss this time, biting his lower lip and pulling away. the action making your hips unintentionally grind against his and a small groan emitted from akaashi’s mouth. “you drive me crazy, woman.”

© uzuikyo. all rights reserved.

[hendrixthepolitesnake]

(headcanons)

part 2

(this is part two from my Wattpad account I would like to say that you may request anything aside from sa,kinks, dubcon, non- con, And over all anything that is sickening and just over all r@pe)

(warnings: may be ooc a bit suggestive bad language)

Sanemi:This little shit he's like an angry Chihuahua and your taller than him he's livid he thinks that you think you are better than him(cough ..giyuu💀 )But aside from all that when you give him kisses or belly rubs and maybe some scar kisses he's melting even if he acts like he doesn't and your way bigger than him so he feels tiny I tell you he acts like a asshole outside but when you are home he's like a needy angry puppy

Gyōmei:This man is a giant so if you are taller than him then damn your ass is huge and he's blind I feel like he would be one of those wholesome husbands that loves being comforted or just loved in general such a sweetheart honestly It was just be a cute relationship in general just two big boys loving each other

Muzan: Ok this absolutely funny I'm ngl because muzan is a stubborn man so you know if you are taller than him he's trying to make you be the submissive one but to no avail because he just seems like a aggressive tiny dog to you and especially since he is the demon king of course he has temper tantrums it's ridiculous but after a while he actually calm down and demand cuddles and act like he doesn't like them but he does

Akaza:Outside he's battle crazed but when he's with you he acts like a lost puppy and your taller than him so he's following you where ever you go he doesn't like douma around (they fr got beef) you like seriously he knows you can handle yourself but you know how he is you may be a man( or any other gender) but he only respects you aside from muzan but over all he acts soft and cuddly around you he likes back rubs makes him feel like a tiny baby

Yoriichi:He's a big man himself so if your taller and bigger than him he honestly doesn't care I mean man's is a menace he acts all quiet and cold or should I say nonchalant but why he gets jealous he will be all over you making you place your big hands on his waist or letting you touch his ass Infront of anyone who flirts with you so over all he loves you but can be a brat sometimes

(I was going to do kokushibo and douma but I was too lazy)

Tengen: This mf is cocky AF we all know it too especially since your taller he always says how flamboyant he is knowing damn well that he has an attitude when he didn't get his way he's always trying to be the dominant one I feel he would act like a brat on purpose just to get on you nerves or make you mad on purpose but when he actually does he regrets it real quick he's all apologizing but that ain't gon save him now

[piratefishmama]

IM OBSESSED WITH THE NEST FICLET. Im literally screaming. I READ it in one go and I can't wait for another chapter. It's so good!!! I love that eddie's the omega and steve's the alpha. <3 and the idea is so sweet! I wonder how they will handle their feelings during Eddie's heat. 😋😋😋<3

I HAVE MY SOLID REASONS FOR MY OMEGA/ALPHA HEADCANONS, and tbh they're flexible depending on how i feel on the day.

but

Eddie should be an omega in my OWN opinion because:

and nobody has to agree.

He voluntarily has this whole little pack of people younger than him, his own lil pups, adopted cause he's not gotten laid (YET, he stands firm on it being YET, it'll happen he's sure of it, someday) but he has pups so he's content.

His room is a cluttered chaotic mess of things. Are they all his things? maybe, maybe not, that room could easily be messy because he's keeping things within reach so he can easily make a nest out of all that stuff when the need strikes.

He saw two scared freshmen and decided "imma adopt them" and then did. He's more in touch with how people are feeling, and able to comfort them without being too overbearing or pushy, emotions may be tricky but he's really good at the soft ones that make people feel comforted when they're upset, he's good at being silly to make people laugh. He's soft.

He's touchy, and struggles with keeping to personal space. He bundles up in layers upon layers for comfort rather than preening and dressing solely to look good.

While he's loud, and expressive, he's also very quick to hide in a corner when shit gets real scary, pls someone protecc him.

Steve should be an alpha in my own opinion because:

He has followers. People who crowd around him just to bask in his popularity. Not people he adopted, just people who want to be him, want to be like him. King Steve. He has natural charisma. He's a presence that stands out.

He's a tank of a human being. He takes hit after hit after hit that should definitely take a person out but he just keeps coming back.

He's a caretaker in bed, protective, and comforting, mf held Nancy's hand good lord, yet he's still in charge, he's on top.

His pack adopted him, yet they still look to him as the protector, he wasnt adopted like a beta without a pack, he is an alpha, they didnt have an alpha, he's now their alpha.

He makes sure he looks good, his hair is always on point, his skin looks good, his body is always in good shape (soft but the type of softeness hiding those muscles that make you bite your own fist), he's trying to impress people, omega's dont need to impress, they need to be the ones impressed.

He doesnt seem to need a lot of material possessions, doesnt have enough clutter or personal belongings to make a nest, and he doesnt seem to put much thought into keeping other peoples belongings either.

Like i know we like to HC that the vest is in Steve's closet, but if it was left upto Steve, it's absolutely been left either in that RV, or in a random corner in The Warzone. One of the kids might have grabbed it after he left it, but if Steve was on his own? It's gone.

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there's a lot of ambigious traits too that could be placed in both the Alpha or the omega column, but the majority of actual canon behaviours rather than the fanon people shove on these boys (Mr 'Oi Shitheads!' Steve yelling at the kids for bad language? Or Mr 'imma hide in this boat and scamper like a weird lil wet cat away from my problems' Eddie being big and domineering? C'mon man)

they paint a fun little picture.

like i said, these are MY own headcanons, my own interpretations, y'all dont have to agree with any of it. That's the beauty of omegaverse,

The canon is made up and the rules dont matter.

[slamminslamminmcgill]

what do you think of lalo salamanca and period sex. meriod sex if you will. I feel fucking vanilla asking you this

OOO ok inchresting! not to flex but i haven’t had a period in years so hopefully i can do this justice lol

and yes i am using this gif. cope 🖤

warning: blood/menstruation

anatomical terms: pussy, t-dick

lalo’s gay. he does not like women. therefore the only way he’d experience period sex is if his partner is trans

i’d imagine he’s not very familiar with afab anatomy so he’d be like. embarrassingly clueless lmao. like he’s definitely a “babe i’m in the pad aisle what size pussy you wear” type mf

he’d be in the mood so he’d come up from behind you. “hey, chiquito…” he’d wrap his arms around you and kiss you on the neck, “wanna bang one out real quick?”

“nooo, lalo i can’t,” you’d whine, “i’m on my period.”

it’d take him a second to process it. “…you still get those?”

you’re bummed, dysphoric, and thinking you’re just gonna be sexually frustrated 1/4th of the time you’re with him, until he hits you with the

“i mean, still, it’s just a little blood, right? i can handle that…”

he’s a murderer. blood turns him on. he’ll never tell you that outright, but you can figure it out by how sloppily he eats your pussy.

he’s got your legs over his shoulders and he’s literally growling as he slurps you up. whenever he comes up for air, his pupils are dilated and the bottom half of his face is smeared red. you’d be disgusted if it didn’t feel so fucking good. and honestly, seeing lalo act so unhinged and primal over your body is quite the confidence boost, especially during such a distressing time.

“tastes so fucking good, baby. i almost prefer you like this.” he’d give your t-dick a smooch, “almost.” and dive back in.

he would absolutely try to kiss you after. you’d have to nudge him off and tell him to wipe his face. and yes he would be a bitch about it 😌

“what? it’s your own mess, y’know. don’t be such a baby.”

after your first time doing it he’d get excited when that time of the month comes. he knows you’re probably feeling bad both physically and emotionally so he loves to be the one to take care of you.

with plenty of cuddles, delicious food, and rough nasty fucking ❤️ y’know, for pain relief

[maze-of-my-design]

Tell me your favourite things about the p5 cast !!! :D

(HI THIS WAS FOR THAT ONE POSITIVITY ASK GAME SRY I FORGOT)

This got really long so it goes under the cut but people should read this may b it took like 50 mins to type out please

Ren: He literally LOVES HIS FRIENDS it's so insane like HE CAN IMAGINE MARRYONG ANY OF THEM even if it's a joke he can see himself married to his friends and he denies godhood for them and for everyone. He gets beaten up and thrown around by cops for his friends. I don't think he'd ever accept the false reality in 3rd Sem because he loves his friends so much and if he gave them agency once he will do it 100 times over.

Morgana: kitty kat :3 I like how he learns to put his ego aside throughout the story and accepts the fact that he Does need the thieves. I love the scene where he admits that the PTs are his place to belong. He's such a hardass for most of the game but really he's just a little guy. "tch, whatever, you guys are the only idiots who wanna keep me around! You'd be nothing without me. Now let's go get a celebration dinner we need refreshments"

Ryuji: HE'S SO SWEET AND KIND!!! HE LOVES HIS MOM!! HE'S A TRUE PUNK!!! he's the coolest mf the thieves have around he's legit THE reason the thieves exist in the first place. If it wasn't for him yelling out Kamoshida's codewords no one would've met eachother. He's willing to put himself on the line for his friends because he CARES he cares about everyone. He's not Ren's kind of selfless but he's his OWN kinda selfless and I love him for it.

Ann: She's literally just a girl. Just a girl in the world. She's so sweet with her friends and even if she hesitates a lil to say it out loud, she demonstrates it. She loves people so strongly that it saves them. She's headstrong and badass, and despite it all she wants to reclaim what was stolen from her. Sure, Atlus fumbled the bag with her writing, but her wish to take back her femininity and use it as her weapon? So real. Ann I love you so much

Yusuke: MY GUY!!!!!! Unironically, I love how weird he is. That's the face of a guy who is unafraid to be himself. Granted, all the thieves learn to be so, but him? He's literally called weird and eccentric, sometimes to his face, but he just keeps at it! He loves the arts, he loves the world, he is so in love with Life and the people in it he wants to capture it all on paper. He's curtsy, he's flamboyant, he's eccentric, he's weird, and he wears it all with a badge of honour. He's also so pretty like have you SEEN him

Makoto: I really like how she breaks free from those she used to please. Her awakening is one of the most cathartic of the game for this reason. Her biker outfit is fantastic for her, it's legit the coolest fucking thing. BUT ALSO! As an ex-people-pleaser myself, learning and internalizing the fact that you owe Nothing to no one at all does feel like that yk? "Makoto the sycophant is gone" is a raw fucking line for her and I love it. She isn't my favourite, but god damn it she's a certified Cool Cat

Futaba: HER. God where do I begin. Her quick wit, her intelligence, her hacking prowess. Her palace resonates with me a lot (I mean, who wouldn't in this day and age?). Being so deep in a hole that you doom yourself to die in it because you think you deserve it. But the way she handles it? Even if the thieves did part of the work (at her behest), ultimately SHE'S the one in power. SHE'S the one in control. And the way she learns that? WHEN she learns that? The whole conversation with her shadow before the bossfight is so fucking cool. The way she feels indignated, her shadow telling her to, indeed, Be Fucking Upset that these nobodies treated her like crap, validates her anger, and just. "No matter what you say to me, I will LIVE!" is probably my favourite line from the whole game hands down. It means a lot to me, Futaba herself means a lot to me, I love her, I admire her, she's so awesome

Haru: HER REBELLION!!!! The way she stands up to her dad is so amazing. I wish the game had given her the spotlight before the bossfight, but what we got was so good (if insufficient) I loved it. Important to mention, also, the fact that she uses her kindness as her weapon. Have you seen how she treats Akechi? She's respectful, curt, she's one of the first to say he should join them in the fight against Shido. She may hate him, but she remains calm. She remains kind. Akechi probably thinks she hates him and should, thus, treat him wrongly. But no, she is kind. Anyway Akechi aside I love her PT aesthetic she's fuckin ROCKING that hat with the vulture feather. I love her.

Akechi: he's so well written that as much as I want to hate him i cannot. His writing dude. He's made me cry. He's made me want to rip my screen apart. He's such a character. I love how his desire for freedom overtakes so much of the narrative. Think about it: he goes along with the Hitman business, with the murders, with shooting Okumura, with shooting his rival best friend Ren, all because he wants to be FREE. He wanted his MOTHER to be free, or whatever remained of her. He wanted to avenge her, to avenge himself, even if it meant dying he, wanted to have Something for himself. He wanted to, for the first time in years, make a Choice. A choice that Mattered. These ideals, while selfish in execution, are what makes him murder, attempt to murder, and refuse the fake reality in the third semester. Fuck being happy, he wants to be Free.

SUMIRE: oh my god. Ohhh Jesus fuck. Ohhhh. My god. Oghf god. I know I'll write a manuscript for just her but I WISH i finished royal myself. I've avoided as much dialogue as possible to get the gut punch myself on my own, I only got to the Rumi parts of Maruki's palace but that's IT. I'm starved. I need to finish Royal.

Sumire. Where do I even start. She feels so real to me...The jealousy, the self-hatred, the longing to be anybody but yourself to be liked, the admiration and clingyness towards the first person who wishes to lend you a hand (+ it becoming so strong you almost build your own self around them), the disdain towards superficial words of support, the loneliness she feels towards her emotions ("you'll never understand how I feel!"), the inferiority complex, the stubbornness to fight for a delusion you upheld for so long because of reality being so frightening to face alone. Even if Atlus fumbled the bag with her too, in all honesty, being 16 is just. Like that. I get it.

Sumire is far too kind to those who don't deserve it. But she isn't stupid, she KNOWS a bitch when she sees one and honestly? It's a crime how she didn't get to have a 1 on 1 with Maruki. Even if she's the one who sked for it, He ruined her. She deserved to be more upset with him, i don't care what anyone says.

Also, it's amazing how high her confidence can go. During her fake awakening, "Kasumi" decides she's had enough of people stepping over her, treating her like a failure. She reminds the world that "I am Kasumi Yoshizawa!" and that she's willing to fight for her place in this world. Her rebellion surges from her wish to not be shoved aside and pupettered anymore, not be treated as a gossip-target or a tool for good rep, but as a person. Sumire, on the other hand, fights to learn this herself. She fights to believe this, to drill it into herself that Sumire Yoshizawa isn't worth being forgotten about. She fights on to believe that Sumire Yoshizawa is worth more than what her brain believes.

But in the end, both versions of herself wish for the same thing: to live. To live proud, stand tall, to remind the world that Yoshizawa isn't just a pretty name on a golden trophy, a tag on a wooden toy, or the name of a science experiment. To remind all of them and herself that Sumire Yoshizawa is a name worth fighting for. And a name she won't forget ever again.

So yeah Sumire's. Cool, I guess

[mariatesstruther]

miller family restaurant (the bear insp) au in which young upstart chef ellie comes to stage at jackson, a world-class restaurant run by the famous world-renown miller brothers and their wives

executive chef maria miller recruits ellie from FEDRA culinary school, in which she has garnered a reputation for being a tough as shit student but the most resourceful and quick chef under 20 that anyones seen in years. maria visits FEDRA one day as a favor for marlene, who is connecting her with ellie in hopes that a staging experience at somewhere upscale will be a better fit for her than, as ellie puts it, “being stuck in a shithole amateur cooking camp.”

from what marlene tells maria, ellie is just too quick and too precise and too damn good to be contained at FEDRA culinary school, at least for right now. most young chefs are there because FEDRA is a big name and they want big reputations: ellie is there because being a chef is all she knows, all she has, and that’s exactly the type of chef FEDRA wants. marlene fought to have her there, at first, because she thought ellie would be a good fit.

turns out, ellie is somewhat of a goddamn nightmare to teach, especially in FEDRA’s rigid environment. as skilled as she is, ellie is far too creative, too independent, too quick to improvise over following her sous’ orders. other students loathe working beside her because they can’t keep up, and the teacher’s can’t stand coaching her because she acts like they have nothing to teach her (which, to be fair, they really don’t. she’s a beast.)

marlene is thinking that ellie may benefit from some real experience in a fast-faced, high-functioning restaurant, where she can either learn to work with a team or get her inexperienced ass metaphorically kicked. so she calls up maria and asks if she has any time to allow ellie to stage at jackson, the most famous chilean-southern soul fusion restaurant in texas (or anywhere. because there isn’t enough of this type of fusion cuisine at all, especially recognized in fine-dining. even though it’s so mf GOOD okay lets move on).

maria meets ellie and loves her, mostly because the young and cocky chef reminds her of the greener version of tess she met in culinary school. she gives ellie a stern but heartfelt one-one-one that can basically be summed up with “fuck around in my restaurant, and find the fuck out,” and invites her to stage.

chef de cuisine/head chef joel miller greets ellie on her first day with nothing but barked orders and grumpiness. he’s a fucking asshole, but every move he makes in the kitchen is as sharp and precise as a killer. he plates like a dream and pushes orders out faster than anyone ellie’s ever seen, so she decides to stick by him and keep up. at first he’s resistant and annoyed—he keeps sending her away to help esther on pastries—but eventually he sees how fast she picks things up and how eager she is to learn. one day he overhears her telling esther that before FEDRA she was completely self-taught, and it astonishes him: suddenly, he can’t deny his own desire to work with and teach her.

so he does. he keeps her close in the kitchen and orders her to watch his every move and step, which she does with hungry eyes. she does not, unfortunately, hold back the snark—no matter how many times he tells her to shut her damn trap, chef, and focus up.

(he relents pretty quickly when she snaps to reveal, annoyed and fed-up, that she can fucking focus better when her mouth is moving along with her hands. after that, joel never gets on her for talking while she works. he lets her and his sous chef chat away)

sous chef tommy miller is everyone’s favorite chef, undoubtedly more kind and friendly in the way he handles the kitchen staff than his older brother (who people still love, but c’mon. chef joel is scary.) tommy delights in the way ellie gives joel shit and doesn’t hesitate to join in whenever he gets the chance. any and every time his wife maria pops in the kitchen, he manages to bypass whatever he’s doing to sneak her a lightening-quick kiss. whenever joel calls out orders to the kitchen, tommy answers back “yes, jeff!” which ellie loves and copies. they are fast friends and a great working pair, and he makes sure that ellie has as much fun as she can while she stages with jackson.

ellie doesn’t see much of the general manager, but anytime she does, tess servopoulous is speaking and moving with undeniable, intimidating purpose. she’s always fixing an issue or solving a problem before ellie even realizes or hears that there is one. one day, ellie runs into her after a busy night and starts to introduce herself—tess stops her with a “i know who you are, maria and joel and tommy all told me great things about you. plus, i havent had to deal with you, yet, if you know what i mean, so you must be doing great. lets go out to eat sometime, yeah?” which nearly knocks ellie completely over, she’s so excited. she goes home that night so happy she could float.

near her last day of staging, tess and maria take ellie out one day to tour around local places they love, introducing her to their favorite dishes and chef friends they keep in touch with around austin. more than one, tess introduces ellie as our little protégé, which makes her blush and want to hide her face.

by the end of the day they’re stuffed, but tommy and joel join them at some pastry place for desert. theyre all together and shooting the shit, and ellie is getting so so so emotional thinking about not getting to be with her little jackson family anymore. she knows that there’s nowhere else she’s grown more as a chef, as a person, as a daughter: there is no place else she’d rather be.

maria pulls out a pizza-themed thank you card and some papers and ellie thinks that this is it, that they’re doing some cruel sick little goodbye that they think is heartfelt but is really nothing but goddamn cruel. she wants to cry and scream and get up to leave, but suddenly maria opens the card and the THANK YOU! written on the inside is crossed out and replaced with, in tess’s shit ugly handwriting WE LOVE YOU! PLEASE STAY?

and tommy says those papers maria are holding are her contract, which they want her to go over because they want to hire her at jackson, they want her to stay. tess says she already feels like family there and maria tells her she brings new life to jackson, a new energy present in the kitchen and the food now that’s all thanks to her. tommy says he’s never seen the staff, and his grumpy ass older brother, so lively. when she’s still silent, stunned and trying not to cry, joel says that it’s her decision, but he’d want no one but her by his side, in the kitchen or anywhere.

so she cries, and she signs, and she stays.

[tklpilled]

Just as I saw your post asking for ticklish Sigma, I almost up and threw my whole-ass laptop across the room XD. So, hi, how are you? I'm the anon that sent you the hc that Sigma Enigma can't handle tickle anticipation. I'mma just expand on that real quick.

Ookay, so, I assume that the first person who tried to tickle him was Dazai (because look at him). Dazai didn't even do anything, he just threatened him with it and was pleasantly surprised when Sigma started to giggle. Meanwhile, Sigma's covering his mouth, confused about why the hell he's laughing. Dazai finds this hilarious and decides to mess with him more, so he starts wiggling his fingers in Sigma's direction. And Sigma, poor Sigma, is just backing away and trying to hold in his giggles. "Why are you laughing? I'm not touching you!" "Ihihi dohon't knohohow! Mahahake it stohohop!" "Hm, nah!"

I can just imagine Fyodor, tilting his head while observing these two mfs on the security cameras and just thinking, 'What went so wrong in my life that I'm now sitting here watching an idiot terrorize my employee?'

THATS SO CUTE sigma practically begging dazai to properly tickle them and then immediately regretting it because Oh No That's Even Worse

[karinasbaby]

there are actual tears in my eyes

(pls beware that i’m actually losing my sanity and cursing profusely under the cut thank you and enjoy🫶🏼)

first of all. hana what the FUCKWNELWBEKSB this was so intense. i haven’t been this freaking indulged and into a fic in like SUCH A LONG TIME the way you wrote everything in SUCH PERFECT DETAIL IS ACTUALLY INSANE like my face is literally BURNING right now what the HELL. 🧍‍♀️

alright so let’s start with the parts that literaly had me gripping my bed sheets.

‘HIS KNEES BUCKLE’ this is literally aTTEMPTED MURDEEEERRRR 🗣️🔊🔊📣📣📣 the way you wrote jongseong’s misery SO PERFECTLY like the detail the emotions the feelings the thoughts the way my man couldn’t breathe oh my god i was in shock the whole time. swear to god had my hand on my mouth just 🫢 !!! like is this all happening what the hell i felt like i was going through it MYSELF personally. the way u wrote his emotions and pain and grief oooooo i began melting away 😩 AND HELLO “forbidding him from airing the air she had grieved in” OKAY SHAKESPEARE I SEE YOU. i genuinely want to kiss ur brain like hand it over real quick mamas 🫴 no because the whole kitchen scene actually made me tear up a few times im still not okay ☹️

the absolute PAIN. the HEARTBREAKKKK the way i actually began to feel chest pains is insane because oh my freaking god what the hell :( u had me gripping my hair and sliding down the wall in absolute wrath and misery like i felt like my own heart just got ripped out of my chest and just got shredded into tiny microscopic pieces like wdym “she has never seen pain shine in anyone’s eyes the way it shined in his, not even her own” STOPPPPPPPPPP😭😭💔😭💔😭💔😭💔😭💔😭💔😭💔😭💔😭💔😭💔💔😭😭😭😭💔😭💔😭💔😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔STOP IT PLEASE I CANT HANDLE THIS STOP MAKING SHAKESPEARE ROLL IN HIS GRAVE ENOUGH JS ENOUGH HANA ☹️☹️☹️

no because the beginning of this section had me on the edge of my seat like were we gonna score the client? is it all gonna pay off? did we make it? did peepaw sight the paper? straight up had my eyes scrambling all over the screen to see the confirmation (which then led me to take a break bcs bro.) but gang when i read the “he almost asked someone to reach into his chest to lift it for him, unable to carry the weight of it himself” 😂😂😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣what if i was sewer slide L😂😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂 😂🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂😂😂what if this was my 13th reason😂😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂😂😂😂😂 i genuinely wasn’t built for this lmfaon😂😂😂😂😂i’m losing it 🙏🏼🤣🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🤣 no because hand ur heart over jongseong 🫴 HAND IT OVA 🫴🫴‼️‼️‼️‼️ i genuinely had tears in my eyes on that second i was fighting back to many screams and yells bro i was going THROUGH ITTTT LIKE :((((( MAN WHAT THE HELL

AND OOOOOOOOO UR MIND. UR MIND I WANNA KISS IT WHEN I REALISED U MADE THEE LEE HEESEUNG THE CEO LIKEBDLSNDKSJ i love and appreciate every single neuron cell that connected in your brain to be able to form this absolute masterpiece mamas holy shit like oh my god what the hell do u mean we got CEO hee 😂😂😂 (my newest freaking OBSESSION BTW. so thanks a lot rachel 😕 as if i wasn’t already thinking of this man 24/7 ☹️‼️)

anywho now the SMUT… the smut.

had me giggling and blushing the whole entire mf time now when i tell u my face is BURNING. my face is BURNING mamas. u straight up had my pupils transforming into hearts with the way u perfectly wrote soft and in love jongseong making love like oh my god. seriously i had to take so many breaks bro like what. what made u think i was bUILT FOR THIS ☹️💔 no bcs the detail the passion THE PASSION THE PASSION. it was felt through the screen. radiated off the screen and pierced my heart i was about to get on one knee and propose to jongseong as if we aren’t already married because i would actually gladly marry him a thousand times after the first proposal that man makes my knees weak, my lungs shrink and my mind REEL park jongseong the man that you are. THE MAN THAT YOU AREEE. i will now be taking a very much needed break before starting the second fic holy fuck i have so much to catch up with and this first one almost took me out ENTIRELY.

anyways sending so so much love to YOU 🫵 my dearest loveliest and sweetest hana :( i miss u a lot & i can’t wait to simp over hee & jay with u and send their edits to u (when ur exams are over so PLS STUDY.) and take care of urself baby, now make jay & hee proud and study well 🙏🏼

✧ Priorities (18+)

Pairing: non!idol jay x fem!reader (angst, smut)

Summary: Busy with a new client that could possibly bring in millions, Jongseong has been spending all of his time at the office. Y/n was okay with it until it had taken her husband completely away from her; seeing him only in passing for two weeks.

Warnings: 3rd pov, angst, hurt/comfort, swearing, crying, neglect, panic, mentions of divorce, SMUT, unprotected sex (don't.), oral (f), kissing, praise, hair pulling, happy ending, 12.4k

A heavy, spoiled scent fills the house as the clock ticks closer to midnight, time passing without any warning or consideration. 

Unopened gifts and untouched food containers sit idly on the table, forgotten as they were abandoned hours ago. The candles have been put out and the small cake has been repackaged, quietly cooling in the fridge. 

Balloons littered the living room, small pieces of confetti hid between the cracks. A once lively room was now cold, dim and lonely as the happiness in it left when the guests did.

At half past midnight, the front door clicks open and Jongseong walks into a quiet, somber home. Without turning on the lights, he quietly kicks off his shoes to the side and sets his briefcase on the ottoman bench against the door. 

He sighs as the exhaustion of the day begins to weigh heavily on him, not having a moment's rest. He walks past the living room without a glance, ignoring the evidence of life the otherwise still house lacked. 

As quietly as possible, he climbs the stairs to his shared bedroom. Part of him wishes she were up, greeting him at the door. He had missed her today but he knew she would be sleeping, snoring softly on his bed. 

Pushing the door open, Jongseong smiles softly as his eyes land on her still body, her arms wrapped around his pillow. He stands at the doorway for a moment, just watching her. She looks soft, peaceful as she lies there. 

What he doesn’t notice are the dried tear stains on her cheeks, eyes puffy and throat parched. As he changes and uses the bathroom, Y/n opens her eyes and stares at the bathroom door, eyes burning bright with anger and grief. 

Quietly, she unwraps her arms around his pillow and places it beside hers, pushing it towards the other end of the bed. With a heavy heart, she turns to her other side, facing the wall. She shuts her eyes, praying that sleep comes to her kindly, needing it now more than ever. 

Drying his hands, Jongseong walks back into the bedroom and slides into bed. She’s turned away from him but his mind is preoccupied with all the work he would have to complete in the morning. His mind races with game plans and strategies as he stares at the ceiling, wishing his mind would grant him one night of rest. He does not think about her because his mind is full of other, adamant thoughts. 

Y/n stares at the wall, unblinking, as he thinks. She can feel them, all his racing thoughts suffocating the air in the room. She almost turns to face him, her desire to touch him stronger than the pain in her heart. He leans over and presses a kiss to her shoulder before he turns his back to her, falling asleep. She lets the warmth of his lips spread throughout her body, the ice from her joints slightly melting. 

She makes no noise as tears stream down her face, wetting her soaked pillow. She has perfected the art of silent suffering, having been her only true companion in the last weeks. 

She listens to him as his breath evens out and his quiet snores fill the silent room. Once his slumber deepens, she turns back to him, hands under her cheek as she stares at his back. Broad shoulders she hasn’t touched in days, hair she forgot the softness of, the slim of his waist she hasn’t held in a while. 

This was the only time she had with him; in the quiet depths of the night, when he came home, she got to see him. She didn’t trace his back or breathe too close, just stared. She could have thrown her arm over his waist or moved closer, hoping his body heat warmed her, but she lay still. 

Y/n was angry; no, she was livid. Anger coursed through her veins, and she dug her nails into her pillow. After a few seconds, her hands went limp. Running deeper than anger was misery, a feeling so distinct and yet so achingly familiar, she could almost taste it. It had consumed her, coated her skin, as it had become a reluctant friend.

The only emotion she could rely on these past three weeks; knowing that regardless of everything, it would greet her in bed and keep her company until she could no longer feel anything but.

After a while, her eyes soon began to flutter, tired and exhausted. She pursed her lips before turning back to the wall, refusing to indulge her initial urges. She gripped her pillow tighter as she squeezed her eyes close, knowing the morning would be quiet, as all mornings had been for a while. 

She felt herself drift off, submitting to well needed rest. Her eyes welcomed the darkness, having been abused all day. Her breathing turned soft and she rested her left hand on her heart, her ring on her heart. 

Jongseong groans as he blinks, stretching the sleepiness out of his body. The early morning sun shone on his face and he grimaced, turning towards the other side of the bed, hand reaching out. His hand met with empty space; nothing but the cold mattress beside him. He opens one eye and frowns at the sight of being woken alone. 

Rubbing his eyes, he shuffles out of bed and into the bathroom, readying himself mentally for the day. He showers and shaves, spending extra time on his hair before his towel clad body wanders into the closet. He has an important meeting today and must look his best. Blinking away his tiredness, he chooses his best suit. 

He quietly hums as he clothes himself, mind busy with different strategies he would have to play in order to make his unofficial client official. For a month, his team has been trying to convince a wealthy investor to invest in their company. Having more than forty years in the business, the client is not an easy one. But, if he agrees, he could bring in millions.

This was the most important moment in Jongseong’s career. If he did this, as the lead, he would be promoted to Chief Operating Officer (COO). 

If he did this, everything would have been worth it. All the schooling and rough hours, the days spent in the office on coffee and tangerines. He’d finally have everything he needed. Happiness was so close that he could taste it, an acquaintance on the verge of becoming a friend. 

Fixing his tie, he made his way downstairs. The house was quiet, but it had been for a while. Only the birds wanted to sing so early in the morning and waking up at the brink of sunrise tampered with his mood; wanting nothing but silence until he reached his bustling office. 

As he stepped off the last step, his eyes glanced over the living room; widening as he paused midstep, taking in the scattered balloons and gifts. He hadn’t seen any of this last night, and as far as he was concerned, it wasn’t his birthday. 

He heard quiet shuffling in the kitchen and walked towards it, eyes still on the littered table and room. His gaze fell on her back, standing on the counter. The corners of his lips lifted into a brief smile before he walked to the sink, grabbing a glass. 

“Morning, sweetheart.” 

Her back went rigid as her hold on the knife loosened. Y/n didn’t turn to look at him or lift her head. She didn’t trust herself, not with the knife in her hand or the words pressing down on her tongue. 

It wouldn’t matter, she decided. He would not notice. His eyes would meet hers briefly and even then, he wouldn’t see her. He wouldn’t kiss her, and he wouldn’t apologize. She knew all of this, having become accustomed to this new routine he had slowly forced her into. 

“Morning,” she replied, making sure to keep her voice even. Any louder, and it would go hoarse, dry and cracking. She had stopped using it, conversing only when needed. The last time she tried using it, tried to make him understand, she was ignored. That was almost two weeks ago. 

Jongseong leaned against the opposite counter as he sipped on his coffee, warm and ready for him. He scrolled through his emails and notifications before he glanced at the time. He would have to leave soon. 

“Almost done?” 

She pursed her lips and her nostrils flared. Instead of answering him, she put the lid on the container and put it in his lunch bag, zipping it up. She couldn’t feel his eyes on her, hating how she knew what that felt like. 

She slides the bag across the counter, still refusing to look at him. She turns towards the fridge, using the large door as a shield. She slowly puts everything away, hoping he would leave as he normally did; quietly and quickly. 

Instead, he pocketed his phone and picked up his lunch bag. “Whose birthday did you celebrate yesterday? A friend?”

She froze, her entire body stilling at his words. They floated around her head, burning her. She could feel the weight of them on her heart, a sudden wave of agony crashing down on her. Part of her knew. She knew that he had forgotten; that it had slipped his mind and he didn’t mean to forget. Y/n knew he wasn’t that cruel. But it didn’t make her feel better. Instead, all the anguish erupted and poured over her body. 

As humanly as she could, she stood straighter and shut the fridge. She kept her back to him, knowing that if she did manage to get a glance at his brown eyes, she would crumble. She was barely holding on as it was. 

“Mine.” 

The word hung in the air, sucking out all the oxygen in the room. It cast a dark shadow over them, the sun hiding in its ignorance. She squeezes her eyes shut, gripping onto the marble counter for dear life. She would collapse, she knew it. Her legs shook and her heart beat too rapidly. 

Jongseong stared at her back, his eyes widening by the second. At first, he hadn’t heard her. Then, when the word slipped into his mind, past the racing thoughts and outlines and emails, it rang in his ears. It jumped around in his mind, slamming against the walls of his skull as it grew heavier and heavier. 

Blinking, he wet his suddenly dry lips. He didn’t move, not quite trusting himself. “No.” He said. “Your birthday is on the fifteenth.” Despite his strong voice, everything in him felt quiet. 

“It’s the sixteenth today.” 

This was the most she had said to him in days, finding it uncomfortably easy and incredibly difficult. Her voice was quiet, monotone. Not a single hint of emotion, not a twinge of personality. 

No, he thought. I couldn’t have. 

Jongseong shook his head, taking out his phone. He glanced at the date once, then twice. Then, he unlocked his phone and checked the calendar. His thumb hovered over her name, written on the date before. There were hearts beside her name, a note written beneath it; one that listed all the details he had prepared, the restaurant and gifts. 

He could only stare at his phone in despair as he stopped breathing. It was strange, such a slow process that allowed no resistance. His palms began to sweat and his heart felt like it had been squeezed, as if it would burst out of his chest and stomped on. 

“Go,” Y/n whispers. She could feel him unraveling behind her and as much as she wanted to dwell in it, she couldn’t find the energy to. She had dreamed about this day for the last couple of days, hoping he would come to his senses. But it didn’t feel as fulfilling as it did in her head. 

“What?” Jongseong whispered, her voice piercing through his heart, tangling with his nerves. He didn’t realize how little of it he had heard recently. How could he have missed her birthday? The one day he was excited about every year; the one day he was extremely thankful for and planned months in advance for. 

She swallowed, her grip on the counter loosening. Using all her strength, she slowly turned around and Jongseog held his breath, eyes wide. His eyes trailed her body, still rigid. His gaze landed on her face and he felt his heart stop beating. Her eyes were red, swollen and permanent tear stains painted on her cheeks. 

She sighed before lifting her eyes, meeting his unnerving stare. She didn’t smile, and she didn’t frown. She simply stared at him, eyes almost hollow. Jongseong was almost sure that if he poked her, she would crumble right before her. 

“You have a meeting. You’re late.” Her words pierced his skin, his insides bleeding. “Go.” 

Without realizing it, he began to shake his head. He couldn’t breathe. His hands were shaking and the only thing on his mind was her as he tried to recall any recent memories he had; there were none. 

“You mean…” He swallowed, shame pooling in his lungs as the dots in his mind connect. “I missed your birthday?” He stared at her, eyes begging. “I missed your birthday.” 

Please, please don’t let it be true.

She nodded once, confirming his worst fears. “Yes.” Tears pricked her eyes and she bit the inside of her lip, hating that she still had tears to cry. She watched him, watched as her words sank in his bones, crawling between his joints and settling. 

A tiny, miniscule part of her felt pleased; pleased that he was in pain, glad that his mind had cleared and discovered how horrible he had been. All she had wanted from him was time, some attention. And now, after her birthday had passed, she had gotten both.

“Y/n.” Jongseong swallowed, body shaking. His heart was breaking, it was shattering within him and he could only let it happen. Staring at her, he realized her heart had broken long ago. 

He had done this, he reminded himself. He had done this. 

She simply shook her head and pointed at the clock behind him. “If you leave now, you’ll make it to the meeting.” 

“Will you stop talking about the meeting?” He raised his voice, needing to channel his emotions. His entire body shook as the reality of what he had done settled in. He hated the way she looked at him, indifferent and disappointed. Had he truly been so lost within himself? He couldn’t remember the last time he looked at her like this; all at once. 

She simply stood there, back against the counter. Watching him fall apart gave her some strength, knowing she was finally being heard. It had taken two weeks, but she had done it. She had gotten through to him. He was listening. 

“No,” she answered, voice stronger. “No. There is nothing else to talk about.” Her voice was sharper, angry. 

Jongseong shook his head, trying to clear away her words and the haze in his head. “What are you–”

“For almost three weeks,” Y/n interrupted, “you have spoken of nothing but meetings and work. You’re never here, and when you are, you don’t speak of anything else.” She stood tall, eyes shining as she crossed her arms. 

Jongseong stared at her, lips parted. His own eyes shined and his body wouldn’t stop shaking. A small part of him wanted to be angry too; he was working so hard, barely sleeping, slaving away at his job and there was no sympathy for him. But the better part of his heart, the part that she held, told him that it was no excuse; he had still missed her birthday. 

Burning with anger, she steps forward. She has held back for days but no more. If Jongseong was going to stand there, then he would listen. She would stand her ground. Y/n couldn’t go on like this, she hated it. 

“For weeks,” she began. “You have been coming home late. You don’t speak to me, you don’t touch me, you don’t acknowledge me. Everything has been about this client, everything has been about you; your job, your promotion, you, you, you.” She spat, rushing out her words. 

“Do you know that I stay up for you every night?” Her eyes are burning now, and she lets the tears slip down her cheek. He watches it in torment, her words ripping his heart open. “And I get it,” she sighs. “I know. I know how hard you’re working and how important this is to you, but I’m important too. You come home exhausted and ignore me because I’m not a priority to you anymore.” 

Jongseong is shaking his head, his words caught in his throat as his hands shake. He can’t breathe. He can’t see her properly, the tears in his eyes making everything blurry. This was his worst nightmare; something that used to keep him up at night, a constant fear in his head. 

Her lips tremble and her persona breaks; weeks of neglect making her ache. She stares at him with the most heartbreaking look; red eyes brimmed with tears and wobbly lips, her shoulders shaking as all the pain she kept locked away resurfaced. He couldn’t handle it, couldn’t stand it.

His knees buckle and he grips the counter, holding on with his life. He still can’t breathe. Part of him thinks it’s his body’s way of punishing him, forbidding him from breathing the air she had grieved in. 

Slowly, Jongseong swallows the lump in his throat and blinks. “Y/n,” he says. Her name is all he can say, all he wants to say. He only realizes now that her name tasted a bit foreign on his tongue. 

“I’m so–” A familiar ringtone interrupts him, making him blink. He watches as her expression falls apart even further and she glances at his pocket, knowing she had lost. Reluctantly, he pulls out his phone and stares at his associate’s name. His thumb hovers over the bright red button but her words stop him from pressing it. 

“Answer it,” she says. There is nothing but defeat in her tone, knowing she was competing in a losing game. Time had not stopped in the kitchen; even though it had for her. Y/n doesn’t wipe the tears off her face and it feels liberating, crying in front of him like this. 

“Hello,” his voice cracks as he answers the phone. He barely listens to his associate’s rushed words, begging him to come to the office. All he can focus on is her. It’s a bit ironic, he thinks. 

Jongseong ends the call without responding, having heard enough. He knows how important this meeting is, it’s all he’s been thinking about. That was the problem. He was the problem. 

Jongseong parts his lips, needing to get his words out but she raises her hand and silences him, standing tall. She wants him to miss the meeting, to smash his work phone on the floor and look at her, pay attention to her, but she loves him too much to ask that of him. Looking at him now, she knew he would. He was finally looking at her the way she needed him too but she couldn’t have him sacrifice this. 

“You need to go to this meeting, Jongseong.” He winces at the use of his full name. “There will be no point to any of this if you skip this meeting. What will it all be for, then?” She raises her eyebrow at him. “You tossed me aside for two weeks, what’s another day?.” 

She walks towards him and picks up his lunch bag, shoving it into his chest. Surprised, he latches on to it, hoping his fingers would graze her skin but they don’t. She pulls away, afraid that if he touched her, she would forgive him in a heartbeat. 

He stares at her, eyes wide and scared. She looks at him for a second, one quick second; and it’s enough to have her turning her head. She faces the sink as new, fresh tears pool in her eyes. She has never seen pain shine in anyone’s eyes the way it shined in his, not even her own. 

“Y/n,” he whispers. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” His voice cracks and she knows he’s crying. She can feel it, the weight of his guilt making the room heavier. He steps towards her and his hand reaches out to her. She holds her breath as it hovers over her shoulder, knowing he had never once hesitated to touch her before this. 

Jongseong retreats his hand in shame, unable to touch her. The fear of being pushed away is too strong. He knew he didn’t deserve to touch her, not after he had deprived her of it for so long. He bites his bottom lip. “Will you look at me?” 

She nearly audibly sobs at his words; the heartbreak so intense it almost knocks her off her feet. She had repeated the same sentence to herself hundreds of times over the past few days, hoping that just once he would hear it in her eyes. 

Heavily, she turns to face him. Even after anything, she can’t refuse him. She looks up at him, her heart feeling heavier than it ever had. 

He looks at her, eyes glistening as he almost drops to his knees in forgiveness. He nods to himself, knowing he didn’t deserve her kindness. “I’m sorry.” The words hang between them. “I’ll be home right after the meeting. We’re going to talk. I’m going to apologize.” He squeezes his hands together, trying to prevent the shaking. 

She stares at him, taking him all in. His hair is a bit longer than it usually is and his eyebags are darker than they should be. His shoulders are still broad but he looks weaker. The nights of takeout had taken a toll on him, she concludes. His suit is perfectly pressed and his tie is– 

Without thinking, Y/n reaches for his tie. He can only watch with wide eyes as she straightens it for him. She doesn’t pay attention to the way her fingers tingle or the way her hands shake. She simply stares at the tie, knowing he had done his best but they were never perfect. Memories and emotions crash within her and she knows. 

She knows she’ll wait for him, for his apology. She will hear him out because she loves him, because despite everything, she knows him better than she knows herself. And she knows she shouldn’t, that she should leave him and curse at him but she can’t. Because beneath her fingers, she can feel his body shaking. Y/n can hear his lagged breath, see the sorrow and distress in his eyes. 

The one promise they had made the night of their wedding was that they would communicate. That they would listen to each other and work against the problem, never with the problem. The issue was that Jongseong wasn’t listening and he was the problem. But he was listening now, and she valued him and their marriage too much to pull away now. Y/n would have to be the bigger person but someone had to be. 

She had dreamed about this; about his tears and his apology and her initial triumph dies, slowly leaking out her veins. All she wants is her husband back. She wants to be seen again, held tightly until all she could think about was his skin against hers and his heartbeat in tune with hers. 

She releases his tie and looks up at him. He watches her, knowing that he deserved her refusal. He knew that if she shook her head, told him to not bother, he would have deserved it. He would fight it, fight for her, but he would understand. 

“Okay.”

It’s a single word. Whispered so quietly that he barely heard it, but it was enough. A tear falls down his cheek and he nods, lips pursed. “Okay,” he repeats. Okay, okay, okay. 

They stare at each other before she glances at the clock. She lightly shoves his shoulder and he tumbles back, eyes wide. His entire body is sensitive to her touch, keeling to bask in it. 

“Go,” she says. “You’ll be late.”

He’s shaking his head before he can think. “It doesn’t matter.”

“It does.” Y/n emphasizes. “It matters to me.” 

At her words, he can only nod. He looks back at her once before he slips on his shoes. He looks back again as he shuts the front door. His eyes are still glossy but she can only focus on the attention she held, having had to beg for it before.

“I love you.” 

She doesn’t have enough time to respond because he hurriedly closes the door, afraid of her response. She stands in the kitchen, staring at the door with wide eyes, a warmth spreading through her for the first time in days. 

“I love you too,” she mumbles into the air. 

Jongseong is not paying attention to the meeting. His eyes are on his file, the thick, massive file that he had compiled over the weeks, but his mind isn’t comprehending anything. He’s barely contributed to the meeting and when asked questions, his answers are short and precise. 

He ignores the looks of his associates, his team. He’s done enough–sacrificed enough– for this. The rest is up to them. All his effort over the past month should make up for his lack of effort now. All they have to do is make sure the client signs the agreement. He’s sure they can do it. They have to. Because he can’t. All he can think about is her. 

Her words. Her feelings. Her pain. Her suffering. 

All those days his mind hadn’t spared her a single thought were catching up to him now. He couldn’t filter her out, his heart aching in his chest. He almost asked someone to reach into his chest to lift it for him, unable to carry the weight of it himself. 

“Alright,” the client clapped his hands together. He smiles at everyone at the table, eyes lingering on Jongseong. “You’ve all convinced me. I like the numbers and I like the company.” The older man turns to Jongseong, speaking to him. “I appreciate the work ethic of the company.”

Jongseong smiles at the client as the words sink into his scattered mind until everything freezes. Jongseong’s eyes widened and he gaped at the older man, not willing to believe what he had heard. He has been in and out of the conversation, only catching the clients last words. 

“You want to sign with us?” His words felt foreign on his tongue, a child-like hope in his eyes. His frown turns upwards into a wide smile when the client nods, pulling out a pen. The associates stare in astonishment, wondering if all the hard work they put in was finally paying off. 

Hastily, Jongseong grabs the agreement from his pile and slides it to the client. He watches with curious, greedy eyes. His eyes don’t stray from the smooth movement of the pen, watching as the ink dried and his unofficial client became official. 

The client stands up and the rest of the room stands with him, under a trance. He puts his hand out towards Jongseong and smiles softly, years of wisdom and knowing resting in the crinkles by his eyes. Jongseong shakes his hand, genuinely smiling for the first time since entering the building. 

“You did good, kid.” The older man says. He squeezes Jongseong’s shoulder once. “Take a break.” 

Jongseong can only swallow the lump in his throat and nod, fearing that his emotions from earlier would make an appearance. Before he could feel the wetness of his eyes, he grins at the man and straightens. “Thank you for choosing us. You’ve made a good choice and we will not let you down. Welcome to the family.” 

The older man smiles and nods, waving to the rest of the associates before he walks out of the meeting room, fully aware that he just changed all their lives. Silence falls upon them as they stare at the singular contract in the middle of the table. 

Jongseong can feel his heart constrict in his chest as he sighs out a miniscule breath of relief. Part of him knew that he should have been more excited, that everything he had been working towards had worked out. 

But he wasn’t over the moon. All he wanted was to go home to her, to get on his knees and beg for forgiveness. He couldn’t have done any of this himself; couldn’t have done it without her lunches or her warm body next to his. 

He couldn’t have done this alone. He didn’t want to do anything alone. He needs her, wants her so badly it almost drowns his lungs as he sits silently, ignoring all the ruckus around him. He drops his head into his hands, squeezing his eyes shut. The idea of coming home to an empty home, a house without her, makes him feel sick. 

“Jongseong,” a familiar voice calls out to him. Jongseong raises his head and finds all the associates staring at him, some in amazement and others in confusion. “Why aren’t you jumping up and down in glee?” Jaeyun smirks before he focuses on the torment in his friend’s eyes, grin faltering. 

Jongseong shakes his head, forcing a smile. He stands up and claps his hands together, making eye contact with everyone in the room. He bows his head and this time, his smile is genuine. 

“Good job, everyone.” He focuses on the contract, unaware of the bashful looks his colleagues throw him. “You all worked so hard and spent so much time on this. Your efforts have been acknowledged.” He smiles at Jaeyun, hoping his friend would drop the concerned look. “You all did amazing and I am so glad and honoured to have worked with you all.”

At his words, someone begins clapping and the room erupts into cheers, a burden lifting off everyone’s chest as they clap each other on the shoulder and laugh. Jongseong smiles at the commotion before he steps away, grabbing the contract. 

He almost slips out of the office but a gentle tug at his wrist stops him. He sighs before turning, making eye contact with Jaehyun. His friend gives him one look and it has his facade crumbling, all his emotions settling in his eyes. 

“What is it, Jay? What’s going on?” 

Jongseong shakes his head, unable to voice his thoughts. If he spoke about it, it would be real. It would re-confirm everything and he already couldn’t handle it. Jongseong wishes he had listened to Jaeyun all those times; when his friend begged him to go home and spend time with her. 

“Nothing. I’m just tired,” he tries. He waves the contract in Jaeyun’s face. “I’m going to give this to Heeseung and then I’m going home.” 

Jaeyun frowns and lets go of Jongseong’s wrist. Before he could say anything, Jongseong shakes his head again, his eyes pleading. “Drop it, okay? Tell the team I’ll take them all out very soon. Just, not tonight.”  

Jaeyun purses his lips and nods, stepping back. He smiles softly at his friend and gives him a thumbs up. “Okay. I’ll tell them.” He nudges his head towards the door. “Get out of here.” 

Jongseong smiles in gratitude before he pulls open the door, practically running out towards the CEO’s office. He smiles and nods as quickly as he can as he passes his fellow colleagues, but he stops for no one. Perhaps it was the look of determination mixed with heartache, but no one tried to strike up a conversation with him. 

Breathing heavily, Jongseong knocks on the wide wooden doors before pulling them open. He steps into the huge room and slightly bows his head in greeting at the man who stood before him. Heeseung smiles widely at Jongseong, pleased and impressed. 

“Jongseong,” he greets. He motions towards the seat in front of him. “Come, sit.” 

Jongseong nods and wipes his free hand on his dress pants, suddenly nervous. He always was when he was in this room, afraid of messing up. He walks towards Heeseung and sits after the CEO makes himself comfortable. 

Quietly, Jongseong slides the contract towards Heeseung. While he respected the man before him, he just wanted to go home. If he kept quiet, he’d be on his way. 

Heeseung grabs the contract and stares at it, a soft permanent smile on his face as he reads it over. He had approved of it, but it was different now. It was signed. He sets the paper down and links his hands together as he stares at Jongseong. 

“Good job,” he starts. “Truly. You’ve done some amazing work and I’m highly impressed.” 

Jongseong smiles. “Thank you.” 

Heeseung quirks his eyebrow before he leans back on his chair, fingers on his chin as he stares at Jongseong. The CEO knew Jongseong; knew how hard-working and dependable he was. He had seen it when they worked alongside each other and heard it when they didn’t.

“I’ll cut to the chase,” Heeseung says. He watches carefully as Jongseong sighs in relief. “I want to promote you. I’ve been watching you since you closed the Claeter deal and I know you’re the right man for the job.” 

Jongseong can only stare at Heeseung. In the back of his mind, he knew. He knew that this was the inevitable next step; but hearing it outloud did not make it easier to accept. He had always been just an associate. And now, he would be more. 

Heeseung smiles. “Jongseong, I want you to be my COO.” He leans forward, trying to gauge Jongseong’s reaction. The reaction always mattered. It would make or break it all. 

Jongseong swallows, squeezing his eyes shut for a quick moment. Then, he simply nods and smiles. “Thank you.” 

Heeseung grins, knowing he has chosen the right person. “We can talk about this tomorrow. I just wanted to make things clear between us. We can go through it all after your daily meetings.” 

Jongseong purses his lips before he sits straighter, knowing he would have to set his priorities straight. He didn’t want a promotion unless he had her to share it with. It wouldn’t matter then. 

“Actually,” he begins. Heseeung nods for him to continue, leaning back. “I was wondering if I could take tomorrow off. I understand that this is short notice, but I have something urgent and important to attend to.” Jongseong prides himself on keeping his voice steady.

Heeseung stares at him before raising an eyebrow. “I assume you’re also not accepting the position immediately, then?” 

Jongseong shakes his head. “I would like to have a couple of days to think about it, if that’s alright. I am incredibly honoured and grateful, but I…”

Heeseung raises his hand, understanding. He, too, was once in Jongseong’s position. He had his own reservations and qualms. He could not fault him for it, in fact, he appreciated the honesty. He nods, already typing away at his laptop. 

“I understand. I’ll have my secretary send you an outline of the position by tomorrow morning. Let me know by the end of the week and we can talk about it then.” He smiled and winked at Jongseong’s surprised look. “Go home early. Take a few days off. You deserve them.”

Jongseong ignores the tears that prick his eyes as he thanks the man before him. He smiles as he leaves the large office and smiles until he reaches his car. Then, his smile falls and the adrenaline and distractions that had consumed him vanishes. Standing in the parking lot, he clutches his chest. 

Quietly, he unlocks his car and sits in the driver seat, gripping the steering wheel as his head falls against it. Now, he was alone with his thoughts. His horrible, sickening thoughts. He stares at his wedding ring as the turmoil in his stomach begins to turn into something vicious. 

He throws his head back, groaning. He squeezes his eyes shut as images of her crying and heartbreaking face flashes through his mind. He had pushed them down before, but now they had pinned themselves to his subconscious. 

He twirled the ring as bile bubbled in his stomach. What had he done? How could he have abandoned her the way he had? How did work of all things become everything to him? He had never been this foolish before; had the idea of a promotion really consumed him? Didn’t he already have everything with her? Didn’t she already bring him the most happiness?

Jongseong hadn’t realized that he had begun crying until he hiccups, tears flowing freely down his cheeks. He doesn’t understand how he could have forgotten her birthday. It was the best day of his life, the happiest moment in time because it was the day she was born. The love of his life. He had planned so much for it, and yet. 

His sobs begin to grow louder as he thinks about her celebrating her birthday without him. He recalls the balloons and presents on the table, how he asked her if it was for a friend. Even if she managed to forgive him, he never would. 

Jongseong wipes his eyes as he starts the car. He drives silently to her favourite bakery, picking up her favourite cake. He knows it won’t make up for anything, but he knows how she craved it every year. Even if she would no longer have him, she should at least have some sweets. 

He drives to his favourite florist and listens in silence as they tell him that he would have to pay extra for not picking up his previous order. Without any argument, he pays the fee and buys her favourite flowers. She always looks forward to these ones specifically, loving the way they brightened their home in comparison to other, regular flowers. 

He grips the steering wheel tightly as he drives home, his heart spilling out of him. He is scared, so utterly terrified. He’s never been more petrified in his life; not when he left his home as a teenager, not even when his mother slipped on the driveway. He had some control during those instances. But here, now, he was completely in the wrong. 

He would be lucky if she was still home, ring on her finger. 

Jongseong pulls into the driveway and sighs in relief when he spots her car, knowing she was still home. Her home. His home. Their home. 

Y/n steps out of the shower, clutching her robe tightly around her. Shaking the water out of her hair, she quietly hums as she dries her body, slipping on one of Jongseong’s old shirts and sweatpants. 

She hangs the robe back in the bathroom, brushing her hair and moisturizing her face. This shower felt different, it felt refreshing. There was some hope bubbling in her chest, knowing that she’d finally have a conversation with her husband. She glanced at the clock and sighed, knowing there was still a few hours before he came home; if he came home. 

Grabbing her phone, she makes her way downstairs to make herself a warm cup of tea, needing something to soothe her throat. She pauses mid step as she eyes the familiar shoes at the entrance, frowning when the briefcase she had seen only a few hours rested on the ottoman by the door. 

Slowly, she steps off the last step and makes her way to the kitchen. Her entire body freezes when her eyes land on his rigid back, facing the living room where balloons and confetti still littered. 

He hadn’t heard her walk down the stairs, his mind was preoccupied by the guilt in his chest. He wanted to destroy everything in front of him; knowing that she deserves something better than filthy old balloons. But he hadn’t even given her that; so he could not complain. 

“Jongie?”

At her voice, her soft, confused voice, Jongseong slowly turned. The use of his nickname, a name only she called him, made his heart flutter in warmth. He looked up at her and almost sighed in relief; she looked so beautiful. 

Y/n raises an eyebrow at him before her gaze falls on the flowers and cake in his hands. Her eyes soften and her frown lifts upwards, unable to stop it. She really did love these flowers, and she had truly missed the cake. At least, she decided, he knows. 

Jongseong swallows the lump in his throat before releasing a quick breath. “Hi, pretty.”

She smiles and looks down, closing her eyes. It had been a while since he called her that, and it never failed to make her blush; even now, while she brimmed with anger. She was still angry, still hurt, but he was looking at her now and it almost made for the days he hadn’t. 

“Hi,” she whispers. “Why are you back so early? What about the meeting?”

Jongseong wanted to shake his head, forbid any talk of work or the meeting. He just wanted to talk to her, about her, about them, but he knew he was in no position to make requests. 

“Heeseung let me go early,” his lips wobbled. “He signed on.” His smile turned genuine for a moment, relief and excitement swirled in his eyes and her heart warmed. “He’s officially a client.” 

Despite all the tension, all the emotions and the negativity, she couldn’t help but smile widely at him, pride swelling in her chest. She clapped her hands in excitement before grinning at him, nothing but delight in her eyes. “Jongie! That’s amazing!” She wrapped her arms around herself, stopping herself from hugging him. “I knew it was going to happen. And the promotion?” Y/n raised her eyebrow. “Did you get it?” Her smile widened when he nodded. 

Jongseong smiled and his heart warmed at the pure glee in her eyes; his heart drowning in turmoil. She was angry at him, hurt by him, and yet she still prided him for his victories. He would never forgive himself; he would never ever let the guilt die. 

“Thank you,” he said softly. He blinked once before he stepped towards her, forgetting all about work and the client. Right now, the only thing that mattered was her. The only thing he wanted to think about; wanted his mind to consume, was her. 

He set the cake on the table and offered her the flowers, a remorseful frown on his lips as shame shined brightly in his eyes. “I’m sorry you’re getting these late.” She grabbed them, holding them tightly to her chest as she smelled them. “But I wanted you to have them. I know how much you like them.” 

Y/n nodded, like she understood; and she did. All of her initial anger had lessened, a low simmer below the surface. She had thought about everything after he had left for work; what she wanted, what it all meant, and she decided that she wanted to get past it. She wanted to talk to him, to explain her feelings and how she felt, and then she wanted him to own up to it. She wanted her husband back, but she wanted him to be better. 

“Thank you,” she replies, a soft smile on her lips. At the sight of it, Jongseong’s mouth goes dry. 

Suddenly, he can’t breathe. Here she is, standing before him, beautiful and broken, and she’s thanking him. He feels sick, like everything inside him has turned green. He shakes his head, his eyes pleading. “Don’t– don’t. Don’t thank me. Not for this.” 

He takes another step towards her and she basks in it. “You deserve this,” he begins, words trying to fall off his lips. “You deserve flowers everyday and your favourite cake and you deserve only the best.” He’s panting now, eyes wide. “I’m sorry I haven’t been that. I’m sorry I’ve been so selfish; so inexplicably horrible.” 

She listens to him, clutching the flowers so hard that the stems bend. She feels the weight of it all in her heart, needing to sit. Quietly, she places the flowers on the table and grabs his hand. He only watches in surprise as she guides him to the living room, sitting on the sofa. He sits beside her, making sure to keep some space between them. 

Jongseong sits there, palms sweaty as he eyes her. She’s sitting up straight, her own hands intertwined in her lap. Biting her bottom lip, she lets his heart slow down before she speaks. 

Beautiful, he thinks. So beautiful. 

She lets out a long breath before she looks up, her eyes watery. “Jongie,” she says. “I want to be honest with you. I want to explain to you how it felt; how useless and neglected I felt.” 

Jongseong nods, his eyes watery as he drops his head in shame. “But,” she pauses. “I don’t want this to continue.” 

At her words, Jongseong snaps his head up, eyes wide as his lips part. “You want a divorce?” 

Y/n reels back, as if she’s been slapped. She stares at him, heart pounding. “What? Who said anything about a divorce?” 

Jongseong blinks. “You… You just said you don’t want to continue this.” He motions between the both of them with his finger. 

She shakes her head in panic, worried that her heart would beat out of her chest. “No! No. No,” she repeats. “That is not what I meant. I meant,” she licks her lips, “that I don’t want this to continue between us; the neglect and silence. I want to talk about it and I want to move past it.”

Jongseong visibly relaxes at her words, sighing as he drops his head into his hands. His entire body is shaking, and he wonders if it will ever get easier; if the guilt will ever subside. 

“Okay.” He lifts his head. “I’m listening. I’m sorry I wasn’t listening before. I am now. From now on, I always will.” 

“Jongie,” she leans forward. “Before we got married, you told me that I would always come before your work. You’ve always worked hard and I know how important your job is to you, but this client, this entire month, you turned into someone I didn’t recognize.” 

Jongseong wants to drop his head. He wants to stare at the floor, but he refuses to be weak. He deserves to hear this, deserves to stare into her bright, shiny eyes as she tells him how she’s been feeling. 

“In the last two weeks,” she continues, “you came home incredibly late and when you did, you didn’t spare me a single conversation. You barely ate any of the food I made and when I tried talking to you, you could only bring up work.” She wipes her eyes, tired of crying. 

“I felt like shit,” Y/n whispers. “You were always tired and you stopped talking to me, always lost in your mind.” She squeezes her hands together, trying to find strength in herself. “I felt like for a while, nothing else was important to you. That I… I wasn’t important to you. That I wasn’t a priority.” 

She blinked before she shuffled a bit closer to him, needing his warmth now that she could reach it. “I kept wondering if I was easy to discard,” she whispers. “Then, when you didn’t say anything to me on my birthday, didn’t surprise me or come home, I figured that I had truly lost to your client; to your job.” 

She smiled at him softly, hating the wrinkles around his pursed lips and tense muscles. “I know work will always be important. You spent your entire life studying and working so hard to get where you are, and I am so proud of you; but you can’t just throw me aside when things get hectic at work. You can’t just ignore me and push me away when things get tense. You can’t pretend like I am some roommate you are barely tolerating because I am your wife. I will be treated as such.” 

Jongseong was nodding along to her words, agreeing with every single one. He was such a fool, such an idiot. How could he have made someone as perfect and beautiful as her feel like this? He had promised her the day of the wedding that he would always treat her right; keep her happy, and he had failed. 

“You’re right,” he started. “You’re my wife; the love of my life, and I should have treated you better. I honestly don’t even understand what came over me.” He reached for her hands and she joined him halfway, tangling their fingers together. “Work was and is really tough, but it’s no excuse to neglect you. I should have been better, kept my work life and private life separate.” 

He squeezed her hands, staring into her eyes. “You are so important to me, Y/n. Everything I do is for you. I am so sorry that I let work take over everything. You are, and always will be my number one priority. I’m sorry that I made you doubt that.” 

Y/n looks at him as her heart warms, feeling lighter than it had in days. She rubs her thumb over the skin of his wrist, lost in the feeling of touching his skin after so long. 

“As the lead, there was a lot of pressure on me. There was also the promotion lingering in the back of my mind and I let it all consume my thoughts.” He swallowed. “I suppose I got so caught up with everything else that I let the one person I love most in this world down.”

He brings their joined hands to his chest, pulling her closer. “I am so sorry I forgot about your birthday. I promise you that I had so much planned but it completely slipped my mind. You deserve much better, but I am begging you to forgive me.” 

He kisses her fingers, hoping it would not be the last time he would taste her skin. “You mean everything to me. You are everything to me. I promise I’ll be better. You are not easy to discard, my love.” He presses another soft kiss to her fingers. “You are so important to me and I love you so much. I was being an idiot; I am an idiot. I promise you,” he shuts his eyes, “I will never make you feel unloved and neglected again. I love you so much that sometimes it’s too much for me.” 

She says nothing as she stares at him; at his eyes that are squeezed shut as he clutches their hands close to his heart. She sees her husband for the man he is; tender, loving, and so perfect. Y/n smiles before she leans forward and kisses his cheek, her lips lingering on his soft skin before she pulls away. 

Jongseong’s eyes fly open and he stares at her. His lips part in surprise as his cheek tingles, a warmth he hadn’t felt all day spread through him, hope flickering in his chest like an old lightbulb.

“Okay. I understand,” she says. “I forgive you. I know this is not who you are, and that this client was truly important. I’ll have more birthdays.” She smiles at him, moving closer. “It won’t happen again.”

Still in awe, Jongseong nods. “Never again.” His heart is beating quickly and his eyes begin to water.

“Good,” she mumbles. “Then you’re forgiven.” 

She grins at him as all the anger and pain dissipates; it lifts off her chest and wafts out of the room, leaving nothing but soft awkwardness in the air. Her heart feels fuller and lighter and she feels like she could cry, in happiness this time. 

Jongseong is staring at her, hands trembling. Her words float around his head, and even when they settle, branding themselves in his skull, he still can’t believe them. Abruptly, he untangles their hands and drops his head into his hands, shoulders shaking as silent sobs pour out of him. 

He didn’t deserve it, and yet she forgives him. His heart rattled in his chest and it felt lighter, the darkness seeping out of it. 

Y/n freezes as she watches him cry, nothing but tenderness in her chest as she presses herself against him and wraps her around his shaking body. She rubs his back and holds him tight, knowing that her own tears are falling. 

That’s how they stay for a bit; one of them crying uncontrollably and the other comforting, both interchanging as the sky darkens and all the emotions, all the negative and anxious emotions washed away. 

Finally, their tears come to an end and she wipes Jongseong’s face as he wipes hers, a gentleness in their touch. She drops her hands as Jongseong cups her face, his thumbs brushing the skin under her eyes. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, transfixed by her. Her grip on his loosened tie tightens and she smiles at him. “Can I kiss you?” 

She nods, weeks of neglect resurfacing as she shuffles onto his lap, wanting to be as close to him as she can be. With her legs on either side of him, she looks down at his glazed eyes and thinks she might pass away at the sheer intensity of his gaze. 

Slowly, he cups her face again and pulls her face closer to his. They breathe the same air as her lips hover his and she almost begs him before he softly connects their lips. Their plush lips press against each other and it’s enough for her to sink into him. 

One of his hands drops to her waist and one of her hands travels into his hair as the kiss deepens, their lips moving passionately against each other, tongues pressed together. The sound of their kissing echoes through the living room, a sound that the walls had missed and begun to crave. 

Y/n pulls at his hair, tiling his face upwards as she kisses him messily, her tongue tracing his bottom lip. She grins as his eyes flutter shut and the warmth in her body travels to her core, the one part of her body that craved him.

Unable to help himself, Jongseong kisses her neck, sucking and biting. He had missed the taste of her skin and he sucks, needing her taste all over him. She throws her head back in pleasure, slowly grinding down on his lap. This was almost too much for her, but she would never ask to stop. 

When his clothed bulge brushes against her clothed pussy, they both hiss and press their foreheads against each other, relishing in the arousal around them. His thumb rubs soft circles on her cheeks as she scratches the nape of his neck. 

“We don’t have to do anything,” he whispers. “We can wait. Both of our emotions are high right now and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable later. We can wait.” 

She smiles at him, her heart warm and content. She presses a soft kiss to the corner of his lips and his lips lift into a smile. 

“I don’t want to wait, Jongie.” Y/n brushes her nose against his. “I want you right now.” 

Jongseong looks up at her and squeezes her waist. “You’re sure?” 

She nods and presses herself down on him, biting her bottom lip at the friction. “You have a lot of making up to do. I suggest you get started.” 

Jongseong smiles, the corners of his lips lifting into a wider smirk. He couldn’t believe how he went so long without this; without her. He loved everything about her, missed everything about her. And she didn’t know it, but he would spend the rest of his life making it up to her. 

He kisses her before he brings his other hand under her thigh and lifts her as he stands up. Surprised, she wraps his legs and arms around him, laughing when he grins at her. Holding her securely under her thighs, he slowly makes his way upstairs. 

She presses soft kisses to his neck as he walks up the stairs, biting every time he squeezed the skin of her thighs. “I want it slow,” she whispers against his ear. She grins when he stills right in front of their door before kicking it open. “And raw.” 

Jongseong chuckles at her words but he doesn’t find them funny. A warmth spread through him, a primal need washing over him. It had been too long, and even the thought of her walls around him was too much. 

But tonight was not about him. It was about her. And he would give her everything he had. 

Gently, he sits her down on their large bed, looking down at her with heated eyes. She stares up at him, ignoring the way his cock pressed against his dress pants. She was more focused on his eyes; beautiful and brown and ablaze. 

Jongseong cups her chin and simply stares down at her, love swelling in his chest. He rubs her chin and leans down, pressing his lips on her forehead. At the softness of the gesture, her eyes shut and she releases a quick breath. 

“Tonight is about you,” he says. “Tell me what you want, and it’s yours.” He pulls off his tie and starts to unbutton his shirt, staring directly into her eyes. 

Her throat dries at his words, not used to having so much control. It made her clench her thighs together as she realized that Jongseong truly meant it; tonight was about her, only her. 

Y/n watches with hungry eyes as he slips off his collar shirt, leaving his abs exposed as he slowly unbuttons his pants, still staring at her. Feeling mesmerized, she tugs off her shirt and smiles as his warm gaze immediately falls on her bare chest, forgetting to put on a bra after the shower. 

She watches him carefully as he slowly pulls down his pants and kicks them off. He stands there in his boxers, bulge pressing against the fabric as he stares at her. She’s only focused on the lower half of him, her mind racing. 

“Want me to help you, darling?” 

He steps closer and raises his eyebrow in question. She simply nods, unable to speak. Her heart skips a beat as he links his thumb over the waistband of her sweatpants and panties and pulls them down. Unconsciously, she raises her hips and hisses as the cold air hits her pussy. 

Jongseong pulls her pants off and lays them on the floor next to his dress pants. He lifts his gaze to hers before it travels down her body, starting at her neck to her chest and then to her pussy. He can only stare, mouth watering at the sight. 

She reaches out to him and he steps closer. Y/n hooks her thumb on the waistband of his boxers and looks up at him. He smiles at her and pats her cheek. “Whatever you want, love.” 

She pulls down slowly, enjoying the way his eyes flutter shut as the elastic rubs against his shaft. She drops his boxers and his cock springs free, almost hitting her nose. She stares at it, eyes wide. It had been a while and she had forgotten the size of it. 

Hypnotized, she leans forward and presses a soft kiss to its pink head. Jongseong hisses and throws his head back, his hands resting on her shoulders. “Fuck,” he whispers. 

She wraps her hand around it and he squeezes her shoulder, eyes alight as he stares down at her, biting his bottom lip. She squeezes once before she moves her hand up and down, using his precum to wet his dick. It becomes harder in her hand and she squeezes her thighs together. 

Jongseong wraps his hand around her wrist and shakes his head. “Not today, darling.” He hisses when she squeezes him. “Tonight is about you. Don’t you want my tongue in you?”

She did, she really, really did. But she wanted this too. She had missed his cock, missed the way it tasted and the way he fell apart on her tongue. 

“You said whatever I wanted. What if I want this?” 

Jongseong smiled at her. “Don’t you want me to make you feel good? My cum in your pussy?” 

His words make her dizzy and she nods, immediately letting his dick go. He grinned at her and she knew that even though she had control, he would always have power over her. She loved it, knowing that he was trying to make it all about her. 

She shuffles backwards onto the bed, stopping only when she reaches the middle. She drops her head on his pillow and looks at him, spreading her legs. He watches her with dark eyes, standing at the foot of the bed. At the sight of her glistening pussy, he crawls onto the bed. 

He rests between her legs and looks down at her, love and affection swelling in his eyes. She almost feels shy at his stare, the sudden urge to cover up became strong. Before she could coverself with her arms, he leans down and captures her lips in a heated gaze. 

His arms are on either side of her head as he kisses her fiercely, his tongue licking at her lips before he sucks on her bottom lip. When he pulls away, she’s breathless and her lips are swollen and her eyes are so glassy. 

“I missed you,” Y/n whispers. He kisses her again, pressing his lips eagerly against hers, trying to convey all his feelings through the kiss. Hoping she knew that she didn’t have to miss him anymore. He was right here, where he belonged. 

“You taste good,” she mumbles, slightly out of breath. 

He kisses her cheek and nose before he begins kissing down her body. He kisses her collar bones before moving to her chest. He kisses both breasts before he captures one nipple in his mouth, hand palming the other. She moans and pushes her head back further into the pillow, eyes shut. He releases that nipple before sucking on the other one, tongue swirling around the bud as he sucked and nipped. 

Her hands travel up his back and into his hair as she pulls, her entire body feels sensitive. Her grip on his hair tightens as he kisses down her body until he reaches her thighs. He moves back, lying down between her spread legs as he kisses her inner thigh. 

True to his nature, he teases her a bit. He lets his lips travel close to her dripping cunt but doesn’t give her the satisfaction. He feels a little bad, but he can’t help. The sight of her cunt dripping is enough to keep him busy. 

“Jongie,” she whines. “Please.” Her breathy voice captivates him, and his eyes soften.

Immediately, Jongseongs stops kissing her inner thigh and shifts his face closer to her cunt, his nose brushing against her folds. She breathes sharply as his tongue gently pokes at her clit before he presses his lips against her cunt, breathing her in. “Taste and smells so good, darling.” 

Her body jerks forward as he licks her slick from her dripping hole up to her clit, moaning as he laps up all her juices. She slides her hands into his hair as he begins to devour her, slurping and sucking on her cunt. 

“Fuck,” Y/n breathes out as he slides his tongue in, pulling at his hair. He buries his face into her cunt, his tongue reaching deep within her. His nose brushes against her swollen folds and he hums into her as she begins grinding down on his face. 

He pushes his nose and tongue as far as they can go, refusing to breathe. The grip she has on his hair is deadly, but he loves it. The pain is enough for him to rut against the mattress, his cock red and rock hard. 

She moans as he pushes his tongue deeper within her, tilting his head. Her hips jerk forward as he sucks loudly. She wraps her legs around his head and he hums in approval, the sound vibrating against the walls of her pussy.

“I’m going to cum, Jongie.” She pants, pulling at his hair even harder. 

Jongseong feels her clench around his tongue and when her body begins to shake, he uses one hand to hold her hips down, tongue pushing deeper. 

She clenches her eyes shut as the build up snaps and she sobs out his name, shaking as her vision blurred with tears. She squeezes her thighs closer together as Jongseong continues to lick up her cum, the bottom half of his face shiny with her slick.

She screamed as his tongue kept pushing into her, lapping up all her juices as she rode out her orgasm on his face. 

“Please, please,” she begged, overstimulated as he sucked her dry. “Jongie. Too much.” 

Jongseong continues to lick from her entrance to her clit, lost in her. She tastes so good on his tongue and he has missed it so much. As she shakes, he begins to slow down his licking, trying to calm her down. 

Her body slowly stops trembling as he presses soft kisses to her bare cunt, spreading her cum all over her thighs as he kisses her bottom half. She stares at him with hooded eyes, another build up right at the edge. 

“You did so good, darling,” he whispers into her thighs. “Cummed so well. You taste amazing.” 

She gasps and hisses, trying to catch her breath. He lifts his head and smiles at the fucked out look on her face, glad that even though it had been a while, no one could do what he could do. 

Her hand is still in his hair and she tightens her grip before pulling him towards her, smashing their lips together. His breath hitches as she licks at his lips, moaning at the taste of herself on him. They kiss harshly, the taste of her cum on both their lips as their chests press together. 

Y/n runs her hands up and down his back, nails lightly grazing his skin and he shudders into her, kissing her neck. He shifts a bit before his dick grazes her swollen folds and they both groan, her nails digging into his back. 

“Fuck me,” she says. “Please, Jongie.” 

“Still want it slow?” He bit her neck, smiling at the slightly discolored patch of skin. 

“No,” she pants. “Fuck me hard. Hard and rough,” she kisses his jaw. “Just need you in me.” He presses a soft kiss to her lips and smiles when she giggles, a softness tearing through all the tension. 

Jongseong lifts his head and presses his forehead against hers as he lines himself with her entrance, his dick wet and covered in her juices. They stare at each other as he pushes the tip in, watching her carefully as her eyes screw shut and her breathing quickens. He keeps the tip in as he presses feather-like kisses to her eyelids and cheeks. 

She opens her eyes and gasps at the intensity in his; the way his eyes shone with love and apologies, his entire being at her disposal. Y/n smiles at him and pushes his chest firmly against hers. “Why are you looking at me like that?” 

“Like what?” His voice is low and breathy as his lips hovers hers. 

“Like you’re seeing me for the first time.” 

Instead of answering, he captures her lips in a passionate kiss, lips moving feverishly as he tries to convey all his feelings in words. As she kisses him, she moves her lower half, trying to feel more. 

Jongseong pulls away and stares at the string of spit that connects them, licking his lips as breaks it. “You’re everything to me,” he says. “Everything.” 

She smiles at him and although his dick was inside her and they were both naked, he blushed. He felt his ears warm as she grins at him, her eyes shiny. “You’re everything to me,” she pressed a kiss to his shoulder. 

They stare at each other as Jongseong rotates his hips once before he slowly pushes himself further into her soaking, tight cunt. He groans at the feeling of her gummy walls sucking him in, welcoming him home. Her breath hitches as she throws her head back. 

“Fuck, darling,” he bites her bottom lip. “So fucking tight.” 

Y/n digs her nails into his back as she squeezes her eyes shut, relishing in the thickness of his cock and how well it filled her up. She mumbled incoherent things as he bottomed out, his cock hitting places inside her she could never reach. 

He rocks his hips against her spread legs, his dick slowly sliding in and out of her soaking cunt. He watches the way his cock disappears completely inside her, his balls hitting against her ass. Jongseong grunts when she squeezes around his cock, quiet mumblings about going faster, harder. 

He smiles before he thrusts harder, his tip pressing against her cervix. Her eyes roll back as she digs her nails deeper into this back, leaving small red marks. 

“So good,” she moans out. “Missed it so much.” Her eyes are watery and her jaw goes slack at the pleasure, his cock brushing against all her sweet spots. She whimpers when one of his hands brushes against her nipples, the feeling of his thumb rubbing against them had her seeing stars. 

Jongseong lowers his head towards her neck and begins to trail soft bites along her shoulders as his hips move harshly against hers. “So good, pretty,” he praises. “Taking me so well.” The pleasure was getting to his head, overtaking his body as her moans mixed with his breathy ones, sweaty bodies rubbing against each other. 

“G–gonna cum,” she stutters, eyes closing as his pace fastens and the bed creaks beneath her. “I’m so close, Jongie.” She sobs as he kisses her forehead. The feeling of pleasure made her dizzy as his building veins rubbed against her walls. 

“Yeah?” His own euphoria bubbled and his vision blurred as he focused on the squelching sounds of his dick pounding into her dripping cunt. He brushed his lips against her forehead. 

“Cum for me, darling. I got you.” He whispered, sweetly. “Let go. Let it all out.” 

He continued to pound into her as she came undone under him, her release washing over her as her body went limp and her legs began to shake. Her vision went white as Jongseong mumbled sweet words, his hips slamming against hers. 

Y/n squeezes her walls around him as she begins to cry, overstimulated as she still cums. At the feeling of her walls tightening, Jongseong releases a long breath as his hips stutter, his own cum pouring out of him.

“I love you,” he pants. “I love you. I love you. I love you so much.” 

His warm cum fills her soaked pussy and he slowly rocks his hips back and forth, pumping his cum back into her. Her hands travel down his back until she pushes his lower back firmly into her, whimpering as his dick pushes the cum deep within her. She keeps her hands there despite crying at the sensitivity. 

Jongseong presses open mouth kisses along her neck and jaw as he still cums, hissing when it all becomes too much for his dick. Her walls are still warm and sticky with their cum but he can’t stop fucking her. Her hands grip his ass as she forces him still, his cock deep within her. 

“Too much,” she mumbles against his neck. “Too much.” When he tries to move, to pull out because of her words, she squeezes his ass tighter and shakes her head, still numb to her senses. “Don’t move,” she bites his neck. 

Jongseong smiles dumbly as he cages her between his arms, letting his body completely cover hers as she keeps him inside her. “Did so amazing for me, love.” He kissed her cheek, his nose wiping a few tears. “Took my cum so well.” 

Y/n simply nods against his neck, eyes still sewn shut as she savours the feeling of his dick inside her. Her pussy squeezes around his cock and she hisses at the feeling of being overstimulated. 

Jongseong closes his eyes and breathes her in, his nose against her neck as he licks the skin under her ear, biting softly. He brings one hand up to face and brushes the hair behind her ear. She brings one hand up to her face and grabs his wrist. He watches her with wide eyes as she presses a soft kiss against his ring. 

“I love you,” she whispers against his fingers. His heart skips a beat and he smiles. 

His dick is still hard in her, pulsing as his cum drips out of her. He tries his best not to move, knowing that all she needed right now was the feeling of being full after having been empty for so long. 

“Pretty,” he mumbles against her neck. “You okay? Want me to run you a bath?” He lifts his head and his heart warms at the fondness in her eyes as she looks at him, a soft smile on her plump lips. 

“Not yet.” She squeezes his ass before she moves him, his dick slowly sliding in and out of her. He hisses at the feeling and looks down at her. “Need you again,” she smiles. 

Jongseong smiles at her before pressing a soft kiss to her lips. He brushes his nose against hers and slowly lifts his body off her, putting his strength back in his legs as he slams into her without warning. 

Y/n whimpers, nails digging further into his back as he slowly rocks his hips. He grins at her and decides that if fucking her silly is what she wants, then it’s what she’ll get. 

“Whatever you want, darling.”

[lqfiles]

oh and about the friend fallout,, i don’t even feel bad nor do i think i want to reconcile ever because im just angry at how things were handled and it’s now clear to me that he lacks a backbone and the lack of communication and confrontation skills is somehow worse than mine,, all of my (three) friends r saying im not at fault but ill always feel like i was in some way but the gist of it was literally just that his partner told him that they thought i didn’t like them. and he kept that information to himself instead of trying to resolve the problem, he kept hanging out with me and talking me like normal because we were basically best friends (i can’t imagine being friends w someone if ur partner thinks theres animosity towards them regarding said friend) and i didnt know they thought that up until i brought up that the partner removed me as a friend on FORTNITE 💀💀 all this bc of fortnite……goofy ass…. anyway he went on saying like it seems it’s just a misunderstanding and they felt like you weren’t talking to them when we played together and i noticed other things too (didn’t tell me what the other things were) then we were just radio silent for all of april until i noticed yesterday he broke our mutual on ig so i finished the job, broke our tiktok and fortnite mutual so its basically over. im not sad over it because i don’t want to be friends with someone who’s in a codependent relationship and can acknowledge it and not see the problem with it… the whole thing feels very much like middle school drama we are GROWN mfs are ab to be in their 20s bruh…

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this was sooo long sorry but i can’t help it i have a need for gossip….

this is DEFINITELY not your fault. first off, why wouldn’t your friend ask you if you dislike his partner when finding out about that worry, it was never that serious to keep it to himself like what 😭 a quick “oh what do you think of x, be honest” would’ve done enough but instead he pretends like it isn’t an issue (even tho like u said his partner felt some type of way about u) secondly, the fact that YOU had to address it instead of him or his partner is strange because it was them that had an issue with you at first (without telling u) and you having to find out there is something up through fortnite is unserious as hell omgg this can’t be real 😭 thirdly, it doesn’t seem like you were looking for problems at all, seems more like you were trying to figure out WHT the problem was and he brushed it off before he completely ghosts you and silently removes you, i’m sorry but it was NEVERRRR this serious istggg??? both of them are very immature for their age, this is such a small issues that could’ve been resolved easily if both of them just were upfront with you 😭😭😭 it’s clear that he chose his partner over you too which.. okay.. but at least have the guts to say so :/ i’m sorry fren you deserve better people in your life than that and i believe you did well by removing him too. funnily enough i had something very similar happen where i didn’t talk to a friend for a day because of something they did that turned me off and then i check my private insta and find out she removed me with both her main and priv 💀💀 finished the job as well and haven’t talked to her ever since either (even tho we’re in the same class) AND FUNNILY ENOUGH she was also codependent on her partner 😭

i was talking about this with a classmate today about how i don’t think i could ever put a relationship above friendship.. it sounds bad but like idk i believe friends are more reliable than a relationship that requires a lot of trust in each other

[sunnysheep]

ok so there has been major progress in the Sheep Plays Hockey saga: i have successfully gone to four (4) adult learn to play hockey sessions!

impressive, right? im winning at life fr fr

so a few points of interest in no particular order:

my first session, we started by doing laps around the rink and transitioning from forward to backward skating on the blue line. ok. fine. i can do this (<- lying). cue to me doing an absolute belly flop slide right next to the boards where this coach ass looking mf was just leaning and chatting with the instructors. i think i surprised them lol. dude was super cool about it and gave me very earnest advice about center of gravity and how to better balance (really nice guy, i think he felt bad for me 🙃)

side note: everyone is so supportive!? like honestly i just showed up one day and was like "sup i want to play hockey" and everyone made an effort to get to know my name and everything. Completely different from my experiences with figure skating where everyone did their own thing!

side note on the side note: everyone found out i am a complete newbie pretty quick and they are soooo supportive of me. like i always finish way behind everyone during drills but they cheer me on and its actually so amazing.

glove taps can mean so much. enough said.

as i had never played hockey with a stick/puck before going to these sessions, my stick handling and passing could use some work to put it lightly. But! i have made some serious improvements and also gained some massive respect to the pros. the puck is literally my worst enemy rn. slippery fucker

my funniest accomplishment is making crisp tape-to-tape passes to the opposing team in 3 on 3s 🤪! (unlike geno, i do not make tape-to-tape passes to my team to balance it out so ummm oopsies)

my favorite accomplishment is probably figuring out how to stop on one foot! (umm lets just ignore my two-foot hockey stop we dont need to look at it) 😎😎😎

hockey gear Stinks. Bad. especially second hand gear! especially when the only place to hang it up to dry is right next to your bed! do yourself a favor and dont hang it up right next to your bed. i have yet to come up with a solution other than dousing it with teatree oil spray immediately after getting home from the rink but at least i am the only person who has to suffer it

shout out to the two men on my team during my last 3 on 3. they are the real ones. "just pass it to where no one else is, we'll get it" and then they did. kings!!

Overall, I have had a blast learning to play hockey so far. It has done nothing but encourage my obsession with watching hockey players skate. And now i can be like "hey, i can do that! not well, but i can do that!" and that is sooo cool fr. I literally vibrate in anticipation before my weekly sessions and it so so amazing. 🥰🥰🥰

[rueclfer]

okay op this one is for youu ✊🏼 (soorryyyy timeline ik yall hate to see me coming with another hawks x todofam crashout)

so to understand hawks' and shouto's parallel to one another, i think it's important to look at their relationship with their predecessors and what went wrong™️.

i do not need to go into dabi and shouto's too deeply bc everyone is v much familiar with that dynamic (look at op post. yeah) but just to reconfirm, shouto is everything dabi was promised but never got. the quirk. study at UA. become a pro-hero. his father's approval.

the thing about shouto and dabi is that dabi has a glaring victim complex (AS A FAILURE. AS A KID WHO GOT REPLACED. NOT AS A VICTIM OF ABUSE) that he suffocates in while shouto doesnt? really? have? one? at? all? it's the best case scenario as an abused kid tbh like he takes his trauma and uses it as a step stool u know.

hawks and lady nagant RAAHHH lady nagant is trained to be a killer/weapon until she snapped and killed her handlers -> locking her away (circle back to touya real quick n think about sekoto peak. yup yup. mhm. wanted to prove to themselves that they could handle it until they couldn't anymore. YUP.)

(the parallelism in these panels actually makes me sick to my mf stomach like hori did not come to play)

so as responsible heroic adults do when they see someone break under the immense weight of being a murderer in the name of good, they.....................find someone younger and rewire their entire being and psychology to better fit the role. and it works. it works so well that hawks refuses to see himself as a victim. his loyalty is shackled to the commission after they made a child into a soldier and gave him someone to look up to and want to do well by (endeavor and lady nagant). -> THIS is what endeavor intended to do to shouto after his first failure child. fit the role. be #1. surpass. surpass. surpass.

i'm not saying that shou has some sort of fucked up heroic philosophy ingrained in his brain, okay that is not where their similarities lie.

their similarities lie in their role as the "glue" in relation to their families -> hawks ENVIES shou. in his brain, hawks believes that shouto is stronger than he ever could have been. he stayed for his family. he endured the abuse. he HAS a family. he became a hero.

"i gave up on them. moved on and left them behind" -> hawks talking abt his bio family

hawks couldn't save his family. despite being #2, having support from the hpsc, the popularity, money, looks, charm, etc, he will always be chasing that paternal love that HE thinks HE drove away. something that HE couldn't save. the hpsc preys on this and makes him believe that he's also the "glue" for hero society/hpsc, which he was made to believe to be his redeeming "family" that he can't risk failing thus making him so painfully loyal.

when i say that hawks is what shouto could have turned out like if he had dabi's mindset, i'm talking about if we take the failure, people pleaser, golden child complex, from dabi (lady nagant and hawk's inner turmoils too lmao) mixed with the talent, quirk, and popularity of hawks (his pro-hero facade do not get it twisted) -> endeavor's ideal perfect ass child

shouto had dabi to look back on as did hawks with lady nagant. two sides of the same coin, where one falls and the other runs. but only one makes it out alive (and its shouto. hawk's ass is too far goneeee)

people thinking dabi would care about the abuse shoto went through when this panel exists

his ass is JEALOUS!! HE DOES NOT GIVE A FUCK!! (i know it's nuanced but my point: this guy is genuinely so messed up in the head he doesn't Care, if anything he'd be mad shoto isn't grateful for this life. He wants what he has)

[sintiva]

did you say foreplay..//∘* e. jaeger, a. arlert, and j. kirstein

୭̥⋆*｡ summary: it’s either foreplay or no play with these boys

୭̥⋆*｡ cw: switch!reader, sub!armin, grinding, sensual make out sessions, dirty talk, slight hand job, pretty sensual, overall very suggestive content causeee yeah + additional tags per character

୭̥⋆*｡ notes: boy do i love me some aot boys 😮‍💨

EREN J.

ADDITIONAL TAGS: DIRTY TALK, pussy job kinda

this mf😫 eren is into everything under the sun, but the one thing that gets his dick wet and makes bitches kitties pur is his love for some grinding. if you’re not getting up on his lap and gliding your hips along his dick you not doing it right. and you know he got a filthy mouth 🥱

“fuckkk mee.” he groans, deep and heavy. the boys lips are puffy and pink as he’s been kissing on your lips for what’s felt like hours. there’s been light touches here and there. you’d take your hand and cup his erection through his sweats, but eren grew bored of that real quick. he’s had tons of girls rub up on his dick, but letting one slick herself up as she rubbed herself along it made him throb. “come up here,” he whispers. his finger tips sink into the fat of your ass as he picks you up, adjusting you ontop of him. he somehow removed your panties at some point during the make out session, so there’s no barrier; no external force can get in the way of him feeling your folds rub against his dick. feeling your arousal dribble out of your pussy was heavenly. nothing could’ve felt better than you stuttering as your grinded against his cock. it made his heart throb when his tip would brush against your clit making you twitch just a little.

your nails sunk into the muscles of his arm and his sunk into the fat of your ass as he brought you foward. “you get this wet when you think of me?” he hummed in delight and rested his face in the crook of your neck. he peppered kisses along the column of your throat, waiting for your response. “maybe,” you mumble, “when i think about you fucking me.” he moves his face back and cocks his head in your direction. “and what’s that look like in this pretty little head of yours.” he takes his index finger and taps it against your forehead. you grab his hand and bring it down to your chest so he can fondle your breast. your wetness pools on the front of his pants. “i think about you gettin’ so so deep.” you pant and let your head fall back on your shoulders. your eyes roll to the back of your head as you grind your slick cunny against his erection.

“i want you to fuck me so deep.” you moan. your voice is tender and soothing to his ear. your voice carries rasp and arousal. “need to feel you in here.” you point to your tummy and drag your hand up to the swell of your breast; groping the tit that he doesn’t have in his hand. “you think you can handle it,” his hands drop to your waist to drag you along him harder — slower. “your asking a lot for someone who cries when i’m drillin’ her shit.” he whispers in your ear and licks the top of the lobe. “i m-miss it,” you stutter and your thighs twitch, “we haven’t fucked in a while, i miss you.” his dick physically throbs. “me or my dick,” he grunts, “seems like your pussy’s doing all the talking.” a fine line of pre begins to trickle out of his tip, “both” you smile.

“mhm, now raise your hips for me, pretty girl.”

ARMIN A.

ADDITIONAL TAGS: dom!reader, slight dumbification, tongue sucking, minor spit kink

armin is all for kissing it’s all he needs… but when you suck on his tongue just a little bit he might cum a little too early 😮‍💨

“you’ve always been a good kisser.” you whisper as you pull away from the kiss. the thin line of saliva that connected your alls lips together breaks, but the eye contact you hold on his lips do not. you stare at his bright pink colored lips, and you giggle at the amount of lip liner that’s smudged all around his mouth. but the way he looks at yours is even better, he’s stuck thinking about how good your lips feel pressing against his own, he thinks about how good they’ll look wrapped around his di- anyways. he thinks it’ll never get better than this. his eyes are droopy and red, but the tent in his pants let’s you know that he’s worked up. “feeling good, baby?” you question him and he responds immediately; nodding his head and letting a great, big smile dress his face.

“i want some more,” he pouts and points to his lips, “your lips feel good.” the blonde whines with no shame at all. you smile sweetly and let your fingers lace into his hair as you bring his head closer; tilting his head to the side so his lips slot with yours. you dip your tongue into his mouth first, and it’s fairly easy. he lets his lips part immediately allowing your wet muscle to glide across his own, the two swirl around each other for a little bit. his hands move to your thighs and they slip in between the heat of them as they squish together. your legs are crossed as you shift closer to his body too deepen the kiss, but he still manages to cup your soft mound in between your legs. armin’s a whimpering mess and if you opened your eyes for a quit minute you’d see him bucking his hips up to calm his erection, but he only grows harder — needier. “fuck, y/n,” he breaks the kiss, his cheeks are flushed a deep red and his eyes look teary, “i need to cum… really bad.” he sighs.

“you need to,” you peer up at him through thick lashes, and move closer to his face kissing his warm cheeks, “how badly?” you tilt your head and poke out your tongue. you administer kitten licks to his lips and watch as they begin to quiver, leading to his mouth gently falling open. your hand splays across his groin and your begin to rub on his bulge, feeling the increase of warmth grow through the gray fabric. his eyes flutter shut in a fight to keep them open. his tongue lols out of his mouth in perfect timing with you slipping your hands down his pants. you take the opportunity and wrap your lips around the tip of his tongue and suck on the bright pink muscle. his eyes widen in surprise as you make his body rut into a frenzy.

your thumb gently swipes across his tip through his underwear, and you giggle when the fabric grows wet under your finger. so you continue and let your thumb persist it prodding. you bob your head along the length of his tongue, giving him flashbacks; making him think of the many times those pretty lips were wrapped around his achy dick. you pull away for a quick second and gather spit in your mouth before letting it drip onto his tongue. you feign an innocence that’s makes armin weak, it’s the perfect guise — the finest line between slutty and poised. the way you subtly bat your lashes and look at him with those big eyes that sparkle from anything you do. it’s the line that armin fucking loves and makes him weak, a nimble boy who loves when a women’s in control; it makes him whimper. his entire tongue is out of his mouth and he’s struggling to hold his cum. a familiar warmth begins to spread along your thumb — he’s cumming. the poor boy is cumming, he’s trying to hold back through whimpers and half lidded eyes, but pearly white beads soon begin to sprout from his cock. “open your eyes, ‘min. look at m- i need you to look at me when you cum.” he looks like a little puppy, panting like a pup when he’s been too exasperated. the slits of his eyes part open and a moan so slutty arises from his throat. a moan so good that made your thighs rub together and made you squeeze his dick just a little harder to hear more. his eyes rolled into the back of his head as you squeezed and jerked his cock through his underwear. the entire front of his boxers grew wet with cum, and he continued to thrust up into your hand, whining, choking up his words, pitiful, “can you make me cum some more?” his eyes are pleading. there looking between your tits, back at your lips and in your eyes, “wanna fuck your mouth next, your tongue felt so good.”

JEAN K.

ADDITIONAL TAGS: nipple sucking, mentions of breeding, pregnancy kink, minor lactation kink

jean loves him some tits, and nobody can tell me otherwise🫶🏽

“i fucking dream about your tits you know?” jean stares at your form as you straddle him. you’ve got your pink croptop lifted right above the swell of your breast, and the ceiling fan rattles above your head, making the saliva that bubbles around your nipple cool. your nipple perks up, but so does your pearly clit, that has you twitching atop your boyfriends cock as you smoothly glide your hips across his length. “need to fuck a baby into so they get fatter,” he leans back up and pops a nipple into his mouth, “need to drink all your milk too.”

“they’re already big, do you want me to fucking die?” you slip a finger in your mouth and cradle the nail in between your teeth. “you won’t die, i’ll carry ‘em for you.” you roll your eyes and smush his cheeks with the palm of your hands. he quickly directs his attention back to your breast and lazily swirls his tongue around your nipples, but he doesn’t give one more attention than the other. you lay your hands on his shoulders and watch as his tongue shoots past his lips and flicks the hard buds. his dick twitches as your breaths grow more erratic in his ears. his own saliva slips down the threshold of his beard and your hands go to cradle his head. you pull his head up so that he can look at you, but the lewd sound of him sucking on the delicate skin of your breast had you clenching greedily.

“you’re a fucking baby,” you whisper and run your hands through his soft hair. it’s a mess, some strands are curled or flipped around, but most of them were stuck to his forehead, glued down by a sheen of sweat that explained the redness that highlighted his skin. “nah, i just like to suck your tits, doesn’t seem like she has a problem with it either.” he rolls his hips up, embedding his hardness in between your folds. your hear skips a beat as he continues to roll them up gently, the veins that runs along the top of his length rubs against your clit. you feel yourself getting wetter, your arousal slowly seeps out, “and you get so messy. you know you like it when i play with your tits.”

“n-no i don’t,” you roll your eyes again, “oh? but that’s why you’re so wet?” he smirks and sucks gently on your tits, leaving dark hickies behind as a reminder. you purse your lips, refusing to let any sound slip out as he continues. he laps at and slurps on your nips, and unfortunately you’re only getting wetter. your skirts bunched up around your hips, and you can feel how your arousal begins to spread along your inner thighs, only making his thighs stickier. the longer her sucks on your nipples the more your feel the texture of his tongue. the more you feel your pussy throbbing with each suck, and it gives him more fuel, it makes him squish them in his hands like stress balls, and it makes him chuckle. your thighs stick together from the arousal and jean can hear the squelch. it’s something nasty, but tasty, something sweet that he wants on his tastebuds. his hand reaches down to your clit and he circles it a couple times and brings his fingers up to suck the clear coat right off of his fingers. he continues. he does it again, but this time he taps his fingers against your lips after he’s scooped up some more. “open up.” you tongue falls out of your mouth and your eyelids slowly shut.

his brown eyes focus on the puff of your lips, and the flicks of your tongue along his fingers. as you suck on his fingers he’s sucking on your nipples with no end in sight. the pain in his dick will soon settle, the longer he keeps you in this position the easier it’ll be to fuck your tight little cunny. jean takes long sucks, he makes sure his cheeks are completely sucked in. your body feels soft and tingly, you feel a pleasant warmth spreading through your tummy. “jeannn.” you moan, tears begin to fill your water line. “yes, baby?” he looks at you and watches as your face contorts in sweet, sweet pleasure. “you’re mouth — my nipples are sensitive!” you squeal out. the corner of his mouth upturns in content. “good, you know how much i love to see you cum from me sucking on ‘em.” his lips close around your nipples once again, and he doesn’t let up. “j-jean-nghh, ‘m gonna cum if you keep doing that!” jean’s quick with his comeback, “mhm, but you don’t like it when i play with your tits…”