#˚⊹ announcement .ᐟ

[sunflower-hq]

₊˚⊹♡ (𝟭) 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 ; 𝗢𝗣𝗘𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗗𝗔𝗬 - 𝟭𝟰𝗧𝗛 𝗝𝗨𝗟𝗬, 𝟴 𝗣.𝗠 𝗞𝗦𝗧 .ᐟ

While my buzzing Admin Bee goes through our pending applications, I’m dropping by to tell y’all to pack your bags, grab your sunblock and pack maybe 10 bottles of mosquito repellent (you better, I just got bit and I am so itchy) ’cause we’re officially opening our doors on the 14th of July, at 8PM (KST) ! We thank you all for your patience, and for giving Sunflower HQ a chance! We cannot wait to see all of your Muses super soon ! 🤍✨

[hoonven]

Beautiful Creatures | Preview

❝We’re all beautiful creatures of the night, vampires and witches.❞

PAIRING! vampire!kim seonwoo x witch!female reader

GENRES! fluff, angst, vampire au, witch au, kinda strangers to lovers, second chance romance?, a sprinkle of forbidden love, reincarnation au

WORD COUNT! almost 3k

WARNINGS! mc is an orphan, physical violence, prejudiced behaviors from the town’s people, death, suicide? (this will make sense later), i think that’s it? lmk if i missed anything

SYNOPSIS! in the gloomy town of Eldritch Cove, a coven of witches resides deep in the marsh, never to make contact with outsiders, it's safer this way. But when a mysterious young man passes through town everything changes

AUTHOR’S NOTE! hi! please note that every setting and character in the story is of my own creation therefore i have copyright so please do not steal my ideas and claim them as your own! hope you enjoy the preview for my upcoming fic!

The fog clung low to the ground, swirling around your ankles as you moved carefully through the marsh, your basket half-filled with herbs. The air was heavy with the scent of wet earth and the distant hum of cicadas. The marsh was a place of silence and secrets, where even the wind dared not whisper too loudly.

Beside you, Winnifred, with her wild, curly red hair, bounded through the mist like a fox on the hunt, her bright green eyes gleaming with curiosity. She was the youngest in the coven, her energy and playfulness a stark contrast to your more cautious demeanor.

“Winnie, slow down. You’ll scare off the moonwort,” you called softly, your gaze scanning the ground for the pale silver leaves of the plant you and her sought.

Winnifred stopped mid-step, a mischievous smile spreading across her freckled face. “It’s not going anywhere, Y/N! The moonwort isn’t afraid of me. Look, I’ve already found some!” She darted forward, pulling up a clump of the shimmering herb with a triumphant grin, holding it up for you to see.

You sighed, though a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. “You’re lucky Mother isn’t here to see you uprooting the plants like that.”

Winnifred rolled her eyes. “Mother always says to respect the marsh, but I swear, sometimes I think it respects me more than I respect it.” She winked, dropping the moonwort into your basket.

As you reached down to gather your own handful, a sudden chill ran up your spine, the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end. The marsh grew eerily still, and the familiar sounds of insects and croaking frogs faded into silence. Something was different.

“Winnie,” you said, your voice barely a whisper. “Do you feel that?”

Winnifred straightened, her playful expression faltering as she glanced around. “Feel what?”

You couldn’t quite explain it, but the marsh—the very air around you—felt charged, like a storm about to break. There was a presence, something close, something ancient. Your heart quickened, though you didn’t know why.

Without a word, you rose to your feet, your eyes scanning the fog. Then, through the thick mist, you saw it: a figure standing at the edge of the marsh, half-hidden by the shadows of the trees. He stood unnaturally still, too still, like a predator waiting for its prey.

Winnifred saw him too. “Who’s that?” she whispered, her tone no longer playful.

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the man—tall, but not too tall, and draped in black clothing that seemed to blend into the surrounding mist. His hair was dark, his face pale against the shadowy backdrop. But it was his eyes—sharp, deep, and old, far older than the body they belonged to—that caught your breath. They were fixed on you, as though he had been waiting for this very moment.

Your heart pounded in your chest, a strange mix of fear and…something else. A flicker of recognition, though you had never seen him before in your life.

“Come on, let’s go,” Winnifred urged, tugging at your sleeve. “He’s giving me the creeps.”

You didn’t move, your gaze locked with his. Something in those eyes tugged at the edges of your memory, a sensation you couldn’t explain. The air between you felt electric, like the space itself was charged with something ancient, something that had always been there but just now revealed itself.

The man took a step forward, and you instinctively stepped back, your breath catching.

“Who are you?” you asked, your voice steadier than you felt.

For a moment, the man said nothing, his lips curving into the faintest hint of a smile, as though your question amused him. “I could ask you the same,” he replied, his voice mellifluous, smooth, and strangely familiar, like the echo of a dream you couldn’t quite place.

You frowned, confused. There was something unsettling in his presence, but there was also an undeniable pull, like a thread that connected you to him, a thread you didn’t know existed until now.

“I’m Y/N,” you said, unsure why you were compelled to answer at all.

“Y/N…” The way he said your name sent a shiver down your spine, as though he had spoken it a thousand times before. “It’s nice to see you again.”

“Again?” your confusion deepened. You had never seen him before in your life, and yet…there was that flicker of recognition, as though a part of you knew him, a part buried deep within you, hidden beneath layers of forgotten memories.

“Who are you?” you asked again, more insistent this time.

The man’s smile faded, replaced by something softer, almost melancholic. He stepped closer, his dark eyes never leaving yours. “I’ve been searching for you.”

Winnifred stepped in front of you, her red hair flaming in the dim light. “You need to stay back,” she warned, though her voice trembled. “We’re not afraid of you.”

The man’s gaze flicked briefly to Winnifred, then back to you, almost as if he hadn’t heard the younger witch’s warning. “I mean you no harm,” he said softly. “But we need to talk… do you—”

Your mind raced. Who was this stranger, and why did he speak to you as if you had known each other for lifetimes? The strange connection, the way your heart seemed to leap into your throat at the sight of him—none of it made sense.

But before you could ask another question, Winnifred grabbed your arm, pulling you back. “Y/N, let’s go. Now.”

The fog seemed to thicken as the tension in the air grew. You hesitated for a moment longer, staring into the man’s eyes. There was a sadness there, a longing that felt as old as the marsh itself, but something in you told you to trust your sister’s instincts. This was too much, too strange.

Without another word, you allowed Winnifred to pull you away, your heart pounding as you retreated into the mist. But even as you fled, you could still feel the man’s gaze on you, lingering like a shadow.

And somewhere deep within you, a memory stirred—faint, fleeting, but unmistakable.

As you and Winifred disappeared into the safety of the trees, the man remained still, his eyes fixed on the place where you had stood. He could feel it—the stirring of your power, the faintest glimmer of recognition in your eyes.

You didn’t remember him. Not yet.

But you would.

Soon.

The mist began to lift slightly as you and Winnifred made your way back through the winding paths of the marsh. The air was still heavy with moisture, and the twilight sky was slowly darkening, casting long shadows between the trees. Winnifred walked ahead, her pace faster than usual, her usually playful nature subdued as she kept glancing back at you.

You, for your part, were quiet, still shaken by the encounter but not afraid—more curious, unsettled by the strange man and the unexplainable pull you’d felt in his presence. You couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something familiar about him, though you didn't know what.

“Who do you think he was?” Winnifred asked, breaking the silence. Her voice was softer now, laced with worry. “He didn’t seem like just a normal person. Not from around here, that’s for sure.”

You shook your head, your brows furrowed. “I don’t know, Winnie. He wasn’t like anyone I’ve met before. There was something different about him.”

Winnifred chewed her lip thoughtfully, slowing her pace so she could walk beside you. “Different how?”

You hesitated, struggling to put your feelings into words. “He felt… familiar, but not in a way I can explain. Like I should know him, but I don’t.”

“Maybe he’s from another coven and he’s just passing through town?” Winnifred suggested, her eyes bright with curiosity.

“Maybe,” you murmured, but you didn’t believe that. There was something far older, far deeper in the way he had looked at you. Not just like someone passing through, but someone who had been searching for you.

Winnifred frowned, casting a sidelong glance at you. “He didn’t scare you, did he?”

You shook your head. “No, not really. But we don’t know him, and that makes him dangerous enough.” you didn’t want to admit how calm you had felt around the stranger, even as your instincts had warned you to stay away.

By the time you reached the large wooden cabin nestled deep within the marsh, the sun had dipped below the horizon. The soft glow of lanterns illuminated the windows, and the scent of sage and rosemary drifted from the porch, where dried herbs hung in bundles.

Winnifred opened the door first, her tension easing slightly as the familiar warmth of the home welcomed you both in. The sound of quiet conversation drifted from the kitchen, where your other sisters were likely preparing dinner, but it was Mother who stood in the hallway, her tall frame draped in a dark cloak as though she had been waiting for you.

Mother’s sharp eyes instantly fell on you two girls, her lips curving into a small, knowing smile. “You’re late,” she said, her voice calm but always carrying an undercurrent of authority. “I trust you found what you were looking for.”

“We did,” you answered, holding up your basket of herbs.

But Winnifred, ever eager to share news, didn’t wait another moment. “Mother, we saw someone in the marsh! A man! He was just standing there, staring at Y/N! He was strange! He had these dark clothes, and these weird eyes, and—”

The moment Winnifred said it, Mother’s smile faltered, her expression tightening as she fixed her gaze on you. “A man?” she repeated, her voice strained. “Where?”

“In the deeper part of the marsh,” you said cautiously. “Near the black pool. He didn’t try to harm us, but—”

Mother stepped forward, cutting you off with a sharp look. “And what did he look like, exactly?” Her voice, though controlled, had an edge to it that sent a cold shiver down your spine.

Winnifred, oblivious to the shift in mood, eagerly described him. “Average height, dark hair, pale skin. He was wearing black, and his eyes were kind of… intense. He looked like he knew Y/N, or something.”

At this, Mother’s expression grew even more severe. She stared hard at you, as though searching your face for some hidden truth. “And you didn’t recognize him?”

You shook your head, your stomach tightening. “No. But there was something strange about him. It didn’t feel like the first time I’d seen him, but I don’t know why.”

Mother’s lips thinned, and for a moment, you thought you saw fear flicker in her eyes—a rare and unsettling sight. But just as quickly as it appeared, Mother’s face smoothed into an unreadable mask. She turned away, busying herself with adjusting the herbs hanging by the doorway.

“I don’t like strangers wandering around the marsh,” Mother said, her voice clipped. “Especially not near the black pool. It’s a dangerous place.”

You narrowed your eyes slightly. “Mother, is something wrong? You’ve always said the marsh belongs to us. Why would anyone else be here?”

Mother turned to face you again, her expression unreadable. “The marsh is our home, yes, but it draws many things—creatures, spirits, people—things we can’t always control. You should be more careful. This man could be dangerous. We don’t know who he is, or what he wants.”

“But he didn’t feel dangerous,” you pressed, your instincts telling you there was more to this than Mother was letting on. “You seem upset.”

“I don’t like strangers here,” Mother repeated firmly, her voice closing off the conversation. She stepped forward, placing her hands on your shoulders, her touch firm but comforting. “Promise me you’ll stay away from him if you see him again. I don’t care who he is, or what he says. He doesn’t belong here.”

You searched your mother’s face, but all you saw was a hard resolve and a trace of something else—fear, or maybe something deeper. You nodded slowly, though you didn’t believe for a second that Mother was telling you the full truth. “I’ll be careful.”

“Good,” Mother said, releasing you and turning away. “Now, both of you get cleaned up for dinner.”

As Mother disappeared down the hallway, Winnifred leaned closer to you, her voice low. “That was weird, right? She seemed really upset.”

“Yeah,” you whispered back, your mind racing. “She’s hiding something. I don’t know what, but she knows more about that man than she’s letting on.”

Winnifred’s wide eyes were full of curiosity. “Do you think she’s met him before?”

You shook your head, but doubt gnawed at you. “I don’t know. But I intend to find out.”

As you made your way to the kitchen to join your sisters, you couldn’t shake the feeling that the encounter in the marsh was only the beginning of something much bigger. And whoever that man was, he had stirred something within you—something that even Mother couldn’t protect you from.

You had to know the truth.

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[hyukascampfire]

hi everybody!!

i’ve come to the conclusion that the 12 days of christmas event is going to come to an end where it is. i’m really proud of the works that have come out, but i just don’t feel good about doing them anymore, and i only want to put out my best works for you guys. i know that if i write them now, i won’t do them justice. i’ll hold on to the requests i have left and revisit them next Christmas, because i actually really do love the concepts and want to give them what they deserve.

right now, i’m going to be focusing back on tsfawc! so the next part is on the way!

i’m so sorry that this might be disappointing for anybody who was waiting for certain fics or had sent in a request, but i do promise that they will get their time!! just bare with me!

thank you guys so much for the love i received on my event. i had so much fun—as much as it was hard work, it was something i really enjoyed. i love you guys to bits and hope that you’ll continue to love the ones that have come out :)

[pinkwinesupernovas]

WHEN YOU WAKE UP NEXT TO HIM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT WITH YOUR HEAD IN YOUR HANDS YOU'RE NOTHING MORE THAN HIS WIFE AND WHEN YOU THINK ABOUT ME ALL OF THOSE YEARS AGO YOU'RE STANDING FACE TO FACE WITH I TOLD YOU SO YOU KNOW I HATE TO SAY IT BUT I TOLD YOU SO!!!!!!

[luvuomi]

born to write silly little fanfictions forced to study :’)

[cvnntagious]

quick reminder that if anything i write is triggering to you, or makes you uncomfortable, please don't read it !! its been brought to my attention through a few asks and comments that (specifically) my toxic!chris au isn't some people's cup of tea, so i thought i'd address this publicly for anyone else who also needs to hear this. i would never intentionally write something with harmful content, but i understand that some of the topics in my writings aren't for everyone, and can stir up bad memories for people who have been/are in similar situations... no matter if you enjoy my other works or not, you are not obligated to read or interact with anything you don't personally like ! although i greatly appreciate all the support i've gotten and still am getting, i would never want to potentially put someones mental health in jeapordy for a few views and likes. please think of yourself, and choose what you do and don't interact with based on your own personal preferences.

-love, grandma cvnty ☆!

[snufflepup]

Yeah! From what I've seen of his game play on the cn server (about 4 updates ahead of mine [global server] because the global release was about 5 months after the cn release), he's super meta^^. Yeah honestly I wish I could go back in time and just stop her from breaking up with me cause I mean I loved her like death. Still do, but I'm trying so hard to move on cause atp I can see she lied when she said she'd love me forever and never break up. Yeah it's a white sugar stick and you lick it and dip it in green powder that turns blue^^ it tastes tart and like blue rasberry^^. I don't like suckers much cause they make my mouth feel wierd, but i love cherry suckers a lot. What are moams? Like marshmallows or something? Oh I liked once upon a time! Idk anyone my age who's seen it too lol. I watched it off my mom's DVDs up to season 5 I think. Sucks you can't really watch it. I'll start watching it tonight if I have time^^ I'll probably watch it with my sister cause she likes watching stuff with me^^. I can get that, I was like that with My hero academia before I fell out of love with the series. It was my first anime, so maybe I would have liked it more if I didn't hear so much hate for it lol. Konosuba is a comedy issekai, it's pretty funny and the mc is cool too^^. Hes hot and pretty funny and stupid. That sounds hillarious, im for sure watching it^^. I'm glad you like something so much^^ It's okay, sorry for being a bit of a bother about it -_-', I mean my asks are long lol. my days been okay, apart from trying to still work things out with my bitch of an ex. How's yours been? You said in my other asks tags that it wasn't the best lol. Do you not like cussing or something? Cute^^

-ike<3

That's cool then !!! ^–^ That's fair, I would probably feel the same if it haooened to me ! ooo ! I see ! I think there are similar things here !! It sounds good ! They are sort of like, chew-y things that come in a couple of different shapes ! A thin slab like shape, balls that have a harder shell, long rectangular sticks and little cubed packets that have a couple squares of them !! They come in a couple different flavours, but I think the sour ones are the ones I like the best ! I only tried them last halloween I think and since then I've always looked for them ! but there are always only like three of them if you buy the packet (◞ ‸ ◟' ' ) but the others are still good ! They are a similar texture to starbursts, if you know that ! They are pretty common where I am !! I watched it a lot when I waa youbger, but I stopped being uo to date with it for a while ! but I decided to watch everything but then . it happened . and then I just . can't do it . Maybe if I wasn't watching it by myself I could, or if someone wanted me too, but I get all . fjdhkfd /neg by myself ! Fairy Tail was my first anime, that I knew was an anime, at least ! I liked ponyo and stuff when I was younger ! Seeing all the dislike about it didn't make me dislike it, it just made me not really like a lot of people . It made me really sad epecially because a lot of the criticisms didn't actually . make sense, or at least then I didn't think so ! Like how people don't like the power of friendship stuff, to me it makes sense because of course they're emotional and their magic is fueled by emotions !! but I can understand more now, back then it confused me to no end ! Even if everyone dislikes it, I still like it a lot and I don't think that will ever change lol It's okay ! Don't worry, you weren't !!! I also used to be super into mha too ! I actually saved half of class 1-A's birthdays on my phone, only have because I . gave up halfway though, and still sometimes get alerts on my phone for them ! oooh !! cool !!! Is the water girl from that ? I saw a lot of her a couple years ago. . . aqua ? I'm . not sure . but I have been meaning to watch it, I think ! If it is a isekai then it is probably on one of my lists somewhere . I got really really into isekai animes a couple of months ago, more so the villainess ones but !

I'm glad your day has been alright, apart from that I mean ! Mine has been pretty good !! ( ≧ᗜ≦) nono I meant like . I have had a day were I am bad with words ! I don't know if that makes sense, but I can be a little . weird like that sometimes, like words are just . difficult to use !! I get bad hearing days too. . . I'm not really . sure why sometimes it just happens ! I can swear a lot sometimes, to be honest . I think my most said word for a while was shit

[fairyromero]

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[ohimsummer]

no bc i wrote smut for saitama once and got a johnny sins comment i'm afraid to do it again

HELLO GJSJD egregious

idc what kinda comments I get or how many times the posts flop if I can’t find opm writers I will become the opm writers ‼️‼️

[caitiluvs]

literally was tweaking watching the livestream.

[sunflower-hq]

₊˚⊹♡ (𝟭) 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 ; 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗦 𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗬 𝗢𝗣𝗘𝗡 .ᐟ

yup .ᐟ you read that right .ᐟ.ᐟ after a bit of tinkering (and a last minute 'no responses' scare) our application is finally live ; and can be found here .ᐟ applications will be posted as we go through your apps, and application graphics will be posted once the rp itself goes live .ᐟ thank you all for your interest in sunflower hq ; we can't wait to see all of your muses in this collective of ours ♡ speaking of your muses - to all of our reserves ; instead of 48 hours, you'll all have 72 hours to send over your applications .ᐟ a small thank you from the admin team for being patient with us while we fought w google forms .ᐟ ♡ ~

[hoonven]

PLEASE VOTE

hello! in honor of my first anniversary on this app, i've decided to release one of two sunoo WIPS on september 2nd (subject to change) but I'm having a little trouble deciding which fic will have the honor so I could really use your help! (also if the fic you voted for doesn't win don't worry I'm still releasing both fics with the exception that one will just be released sooner)

Beautiful Creatures

❝We’re all beautiful creatures of the night, vampires and witches.❞

PAIRING! kim seonwoo x female reader

WORD COUNT! tbd

GENRES! fluff, angst, vampire au, witch au, strangers to lovers, forbidden love

WARNINGS! mc is an orphan, death, suicide??, prejudiced behaviors, physical violence, more tbd

SYNOPSIS! in the gloomy town of Eldritch Cove, a coven of witches resides deep in the marsh, never to make contact with outsiders, it's safer this way, but when a mysterious young man passes through town everything changes

RELEASE DATE! september 2

Birds of a Feather

❝Two psychopathic killers on the run, we’re birds of a feather.❞

PAIRING! kim sunoo x female reader

WORD COUNT! tbd

GENRES! fluff, angst, comedy, psychopath au, sociopath au, serial killer au but they only kill bad people, low-key yandere au

WARNINGS! profanity, murder & gore, physical violence, mention of child abuse, mention of domestic abuse, mention of animal abuse (none of the abuse is committed by y/n or sunoo btw), near-death experience from being stabbed, more tbd

SYNOPSIS! Kim Sunoo has the sweetest smile, so sweet that no one knew he was a psychopath with murderous tendencies until it was too late, but you don’t mind. after all, you have these habits yourself

RELEASE DATE! september 2

thanks for voting and please reblog! <3

[hyukascampfire]

crawling back here to give you guys another terrible announcement 😞 jkjk it’s not that bad. just bare with me!!

mistletoe kai is coming out later today, as soon as family leaves and i can get it out, and then jack frost yeonjun and snowed in yeonjun are getting postponed until two days after christmas where theyre gonna release normal >.< gingerbread taehyun is still of course coming out on christmas.

i’m just wanting to be around family right now and didnt account for that in my planning hehe. so i’ll see you all later today when kai’s comes out!!

[satorena]

Used ceo satoru fic to rub one out👍👍 Thank you

my. . . pleasure? 😇 (😨😨😨😨)

[luvuomi]

the urge to just make a kazu-centric blog is hitting so hard rn

[chocolilies]

( ୨ৎ. husband!nanami kento x wife!reader. . .ᐟ

◟ꪆ୧ nsfw (afab!reader, fingering, teaching a lesson through sex, ditzy reader) - also on ao3!

nanami kento, who wears his wedding ring everywhere.

he never takes it off, he doesn't dare to. why would he? 

it symbolises the promise you two made to each other, the love you have and continue to share— of course he wants to show it off to the whole world.

you’ll never find him without it, golden band always snug around his ring finger when he showers, when he cooks, when he cleans, when he works...

which is why he's so disappointed to find yours teetering on the edge of the bathroom sink.

steam sticks to the mirror, blurrily framing the disappointment on his face as he picks up your ring, turning his head to look at you, watching you ransack your shared wardrobe for clothes to wear tonight.

"darling, are you forgetting something?"

he watches you snap your head around, drops of water still dripping from your recently showered body, mouth forming an 'o' out of shock as you realise what he's holding.

"oh!" you rush towards him, outstretching your left hand once you reach him so he can slip the ring back onto where it belongs, smiling bashfully up at him. "sorry, it must've slipped my mind."

you don't miss the frown that deepens on kento’s face at your careless gesture, placing your hands on his cheeks and pulling him down for a sweet kiss, your way of apologising for the mistake. "don't be upset, ken. it won't happen again."

oh but it does, and even though kento knows deep down that these are simple mistakes, he can't stop the pit that forms in his stomach whenever he finds your ring abandoned at your work desk, or the kitchen counter, or even slipped forgetfully into your bag.

he tries his best not to let it irk him, instead resorting to reminding you each time he finds your ring somewhere other than on your finger, making sure to slip it back where it's meant to be with as much love and care as the day you first exchanged rings and vows.

his resolve crumbles the moment gojo opens up his stupid mouth.

“woah, trouble in paradise?”

kento’s shoulders stiffen at the light-hearted way your coworker comments on your lack of ring, standing at your doorway holding lunch for the both of you as he watches you laugh it off with a wave of your ring-less hand, explaining your forgetfulness and immediately starting to look for the tiny trinket.

“darling,” kento speaks slowly from the other side of the room, announcing his arrival at the same time he flashes you with the item you were looking for. 

you don't seem to notice his clenched teeth and narrowed gaze as you happily walk over to him, allowing him to slip your ring back on before placing a kiss to his cheek in thanks, the maximum amount of affection you dare to show in your workplace. 

it hadn't dawned on him until then that he wasn't the only one that would notice your missing ring, wondering nervously as he finished up that day’s work just how many of your friends had noticed, whether the girls you normally went out and drank with assumed that he was a terrible husband, that there was indeed some trouble in paradise, that you were stuck in a loveless marriage instead of the obvious: that you were just forgetful.

he tries not to show his upset later that night when he finally arrives home, but as the dutiful and perfect wife you are, you notice immediately. you ask him what's wrong, offer to cook him his favourite dish, hold him in bed like you usually do whenever he feels down, tell him you’re there for whatever he might need and want…

“but… what I need… is to remind you how important this is to me,”

you watch as he catches your left hand in his, bringing it up to his face and pressing a chaste kiss to the warm metal, amber eyes staring deep into yours during his action. 

you smile, moving said hand to cup the side of his face, running your thumb over his sharp cheekbones. “I know how important it is, ken…”

despite your sweet coo and love-filled gaze, kento knows, deep down, that you need a reminder. 

“of course you do, angel,” he sighs, leaning closer into your space as his eyes trace your unforgettable features, drinking in your lovestruck expression. “but I feel that lately, it’s been slipping your mind. don’t you think that, as your husband, it’s my duty to make sure you never forget?”

your husband's ring feels cold against your flushed skin, a sharp contrast to the warmth his fingers are radiating as they slip through your sopping folds, collecting your dripping essence like a prize as his chapped lips press sloppy kisses all over your neck.

you can't stop the noises that leave you at the teasing, fleeting touches, eyelids drooping closed in pleasure as his other hand plays around with your chest, nimble fingers grabbing and tugging at your nipples in tandem with his other hand’s movements, sending rushes of overstimulating pleasure throughout your tired body. 

you're unaware of how many times he’s made you cum so far, the towel he’d oh so graciously placed beneath you thoroughly soaked thanks to his continuing ministrations, yet all you can focus on is the strange but welcome feeling of his ring pressing against your most intimate parts, bumping against your clit with every movement from his nimble hand and sending jolts of pleasure through your spent self, though you assume that this was your husband’s desired effect all along. 

“you’re doing so, so good, angel,” his voice rasped against your ear, harmonising with the squishing sounds your poor cunt was making, every touch to your clit making your body lurch and quiver, the feeling overwhelming. “c’mon, one more, alright? or have you already learned your lesson?”

lesson? you think as you feel his ring finger slip into you along with his middle and index, cunt loose enough to accommodate all three and hopefully his cock after this “lesson”. 

“w- won't take it off again, ken, pr-promise,” you gasp out, arching your back against his chest and pressing your rump against his very hard erection, which he'd been neglecting in order to get you to this point. 

you feel his fingers curl, hitting your g-spot perfectly like they had times before, but he didn't relent like you'd expected him to. 

“k-ken?”

“that's not all.” 

you whine out in confusion, hips moving along with his fingers despite the need to give your body a break, chasing the high that your mind oh so wanted but body couldn't exactly reach. 

“b-but-”

“it's not just about wearing the ring, darling,” kento started to explain, showing off his amazing dexterity by continuing to play with your tits with one hand while still fingering your pussy with his left, pressing a sweet kiss against your tear stained cheek. “no, if it was about that, this would've been over way more quickly.” 

you can feel a different sort of pressure start to build up in the lower parts of your tummy as he paused, legs shaking from the disturbance and in warning of what was to come if kento keeps doing his thing, though by the looks of it, he was nowhere close to stopping. 

he stays silent, allowing you to realise that he was really waiting for you to answer, as if you were both immersed in a casual conversation and he hadn't just melted your brain with just his fingers, and you force yourself to speak despite the mind numbing pleasure. 

“wh- oh god! what's it a-about, ken…?” you mewl, hips raising each time he pumps his fingers inside, almost like you were trying to ride him since his cock was still tucked away inside his slacks, his palm rutting deliciously against your clit with every movement. 

you hear him stifle a groan as your hips start to move, torturing himself as well as you by not bothering to help himself, too focused on your pleasure to act on his own, pressing his lips to the spot under your ear in an attempt to muffle the whimpers that were threatening to escape him. 

“k-ken?” you half-questione, half-moan, letting your head fall back onto his shoulder and focusing your blurry gaze on your husband's flushed face, drinking in the gorgeous expression he was sporting. 

“darling,” he lets out breathlessly, brown eyes darting down to meet your own, hands still not relenting in their attack despite his pause in speech, trying to compose himself before speaking once more. “it's- fuck, I… I want you to remember why you wear it, honey. who put it on your finger, who you belong to...”

he shudderd as one of your moans rings out throughout the dark room, not helping him in the slightest as he tries his best to fight against the urge to flip you over and fuck you like the both of you deserved. 

“who I belong to,” the strokes of his fingers grow deeper and more attentive, attacking your g-spot relentlessly as you writhe in his arms, his loving yet possessive words sending tremors throughout your body. 

“oh, kento…”

he exhales shakily at the moan of his name, letting his head fall forwards to rest on your shoulder in an attempt to ground himself, sinking his teeth into your shoulder with a shudder. 

“you're not going to- fuck, let this go, a-are you?” you manage to whisper out cheekily, hips and body still moving subconsciously on his fingers. 

“not a chance, my love,” 

kento moves slightly, adjusting your body so you're pressed even more impossibly closer to him, ass still perched against his hardened cock, member twitching and spitting out pre against his dampening slacks with each movement from your almost drunk body, high of pleasure and doing whatever it can to reach that high kento had seemed to have promised before. 

“I'll make sure you never want to take this off again—” he starts, and you gasp out in horror as his fingers slide out of you, lifting his soaked hand up to your chest, giving you a few seconds to panic before quickly replacing it with his other hand, nipples softening at the sudden lack of stimulation. 

to accentuate his point, his left hand, the one where he proudly displays his ring, the one that's covered in your juices and almost pruny due to the amount of time spent playing with your wetness, finds your own, carefully intertwining your fingers together and showing off both of your rings. 

“—not because you're afraid of forgetting, no…” 

you shudder as his other hand resumes the work his other had been doing, immediately feeling that intense need of release come back, biting your lip to muffle your sounds in order to listen to your husband better, not wanting to interrupt him, especially when he was like this— disheveled, flushed, with tiny whines escaping his chapped lips with every press of your ass against his crotch. 

“but, because every time you look at it—”

you can feel it building up, your release at the tip of your fingers, but not exactly like all the other times before, so you know what's coming. 

it's not the first time kento's gotten you to this point. he's exceptionally proud of it, obviously. no one before him had ever gotten you to squirt before, and evidenced by the rings that were currently getting dirty in your juices, no one but him ever would. 

his fingers quicken their pace inside you, attacking your g-spot with force before suddenly moving up to give your clit the same treatment, pinching and rubbing the tiny bundle of nerves in an expert manner, knowing exactly what to do to get you to that oh so delicious release. 

you raise your hips in preparation for it, pressure building up in your most intimate parts as you moan and cry out your husband's name, his mind crumbling with every sound you make, trying to stay on track. 

his mouth opens in awe as you grab onto his hand tighter, vision going white as you finally reach your climax, voice getting caught in his throat at the beautiful sigh of you coming undone on his fingers, love-filled eyes drinking in every single inch of your trembling bare body, release-soaked fingers still rubbing at your cunt rapidly.

he chuckles as you try to move away from his touch once it becomes too much, apologising silently for the overstimulation with a kiss to your sweaty temple, before finally finishing his speech. 

“—you’ll think of this.”