#I thought about this earlier and it made me WEEP

[crybaby-bkg]

you know what’s absolutely terrifying???? having to cut a baby’s nails………

Katsuki has to cut your baby’s fingernails when he discovers a tiny little scratch by her eye one morning. it’s barely there, a small thing, but it’s there, marring her little face nonetheless. he frowns at her when he holds her the next morning, her dreamy eyes alert and blinking up at him, she smiles.

“Now I gotta cut yer claws down,” he mutters to her, voice quiet as to not wake your sleeping form in the bedroom. he pads throughout the house with her chubby face resting on his shoulder, her gums gnawing at his bare skin, but he doesn’t seem to mind it.

he finds himself in a conundrum though, once he realizes just how fucking—how sharp the damn clippers are. they’re tiny, lavender in color, but they’re meant to cut though the nail with such precision. and yes, he’s a pro hero, has had to adopt the title of EMT, firefighter, emergency surgeon a few times in his life when need be.

but…those people weren’t his baby girl. they weren’t this tiny and precious, and they never looked up at him with a face so similar to his, it makes his heart squeeze tight in his chest. he frowns at her again, even deeper, and this makes her hiccup a little giggle, gummy smile spreading wide.

“You’re only gonna wear mittens from here on out,” he grumbles after a while, finally daring to pick up a tiny hand that she instantly curls around his thick finger. it’s the cutest image, he thinks to himself, but he catches sight of the jagged nail, the culprit. his heart squeezes even tighter though, when he realizes that he can’t protect her from every hurt in the world, even if the hurt comes from her own hands. and the realization is an aching one, but he tells himself that he, at least, can patch her up.

you walk in minutes later, find Bakugou curled over your daughter in the rocking chair he built for her room. his tongue pokes from the corner of his mouth in concentration, his eyebrows furrowed. your daughter babbles to him the whole time, her sweet voice cooing the softest little noises that he responds back to.

“I know, I know,” he mumbles to her. “Ya don’t like baths, and don’t like your nails cut, either. What other shit do you hate, huh?” he asks, and she seemingly responds with a long, sighed out coo. it makes him smile, despite the way his hands slightly shake when he cuts the next nail. he’s terrified, of somehow hurting her even more, of cutting too close, of scratching her. but he treks on, and kisses her fat little fingers every time he clips another nail.

[submattenthusiast]

mess

summary - matt cumming on himself after being edged for so long

pairings - sub!matt x dom!reader

contents-smut, jerking off, mommy kink, one mention of pegging, cum, edging, crying, safeword mention (but not used) etc.

notes- based off this ask, not proofread, no plot.

“please, it hurts,” matt cried. it had been an hour of torturous edging, matt had an attitude earlier and you were sick of it, so you punished him the only way you knew how. 

hot tears streamed down matt’s face as he tried to gain your sympathy. his cheeks were red and his eyes were puffy, he had started crying around the second time his orgasm was denied. 

his cock was red and aching in your hands from the repeated blue balling. “poor poor thing” you cooed, tone laced with faux sympathy. he whined and pouted at your words, you didn’t care, you were enjoying this.

you continued your movements on his swollen cock, languidly moving your hand up and down his length. 

matt squirmed on the bed, thighs tensing everytime you gripped his cock. his mouth was in a permanent “O” shape, his voice gone from how many sounds he made.

“mommy m close– fuck please can i cum this time?” his voice cracked as he begged, he wasn’t sure how much more edging he could handle. “please please– i can’t” he sobbed, tears dropping down on his shirt.

you removed your hand swiftly, leaving him hanging once again. “no, no, please don’t stop” he complained, he was so ready this time. “i know i know, you can handle a couple more can’t you?” you urged him, wiping the tears stuck on his sticky cheeks. 

“yes please just want to cum for you mama ” he croaked out, leaning into your touch. matt regained his breath before speaking again, “can handle it just please let me cum soon please, hurts” he motioned to his cock as he finished speaking.

“good boy, gonna make a mess for mommy?” you murmured, hand gripping his base once again. “yes–ah yes i am” he winced, cock overly sensitive.

you loosened your grip on his base and moved your hand on his cock, rubbing up and down. precum dribbled down his cock, making it easier for your hand to move. he hissed at the feeling of your spit mixed with his precum.

you leaned down to kiss his tip before licking off all the precum that stuck to him. his breath hitched at the sensation of your hand and mouth. you placed your tongue back in your mouth,returning to your original position next to him. 

matt’s bottom half was fully nude, leaving him in a plain black tee. the material was becoming uncomfortable, sweat causing the shirt to stick to him awkwardly. “can i take this off please?” he begged, tugging at his shirt. “keep it on, you're gonna cum on your shirt” you demanded.

“s-so i can cum this time” he questions, eyes lighting up at the thought. you chuckled at his desperateness “nice try”. “how much longer then mama” he frowned, tears threatening to fall once again.

“you wanted this, remember?” you question, “yes ma’am i’m sorry” he mumbled, “so take it”. he groaned at your harsh tone, he loved when you got stern like this. you resumed your movements on his cock now that his previous build up had faded away. he jolted up as you placed both hands around his lengthy cock. matt held back an embarrassly high pitched whine,your hands felt too good.

you looked up at him and your brows furrowed, you saw he was holding out on you. you wanted to hear him, you didn’t care if he was close to cumming again, you were doing this to make him feel good. “don’t hold back sweetheart, i want to hear you” you comforted, knowing he was insecure about being vocal in bed.

matt unsealed his lips per your request, “o-oh okay”. his lips were beginning to feel numb from how hard he was biting down on them. “good boy” you complimented, he nodded and smiled shyly. 

“say it, say you’re a good boy” you sharply spoke, stopping your hand once again. he weeped at the loss of contact “ah– i’m a good boy, your good boy please”. your nipples hardened through your shirt at his obedience. 

“please touch me again mommy,” matt begged, missing your hands already. you nodded before wrapping your hands around him, his cock was covered in your saliva from the teasing earlier. he winced,he was beginning to feel overstimulated, he thought of using his safeword but he couldn’t use it before cumming,but he knew he couldn’t handle anymore edging.

your hand began to ache from the repeated actions to his cock and matt had been so good for you, you were finally giving in. he could finally cum this time. you continued to jerk him off, speeding up your pace, eager to push him over the edge.

“fuck– close close close” he moaned, hips starting to stutter. piercing moans and whimpers fell out his mouth. “mommy cum, n-need to ah–” he sniffled. you palmed his tip before going back down to his base. “go ahead baby” you voiced, lazily stroking him now. 

“thank you thank you” matt repeated. his body convulsed as he came, thighs clenched,as his

cock spilled out loads of cum onto your hand and covering his shirt. you squeezed him while finishing him off, making sure every last drop came out of him.

his breathing got heavy as he rode out his high. matts brown hair was a mess and he was sticky with sweat and cum. you still thought he looked so pretty fucked out. his blue eyes fluttered shut as he relaxed into the pillows under him.

you let his cock go as he was no longer hard, and overly sensitive,It fell limp against his thigh. “you alright matt?” you poked, he was oddly silent. “worn out” he uttered. you smiled before cuddling him next to him.

“if me jerking you off wears you out like this, how are you gonna last when i’m fucking you” you laughed, his eyes went wide, looking down at you to confirm he heard you right. “guess i’ll have to practice’’

a/n - rushed this bad but ty for reading.

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[faretheeoscar]

NEEDY MIGUEL

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x SpiderFemaleReader

Warnings: 🔞 NSFW, Masturbation, brief mentions of sex, oral sex.

AN: English is not my first language, no beta read/grammar corrected.

PART 2 PART3 PART 4 (final soon)

Needy Miguel that comes home tired of another day at the spider society, dealing with more than he can take on.

Needy Miguel that feels the weight of the multiverse on his shoulders and feels empty inside when he opens the door of his room and nobody is there to greet him and comfort him.

Needy Miguel that drags his feet to bed exhausted, disengages his suit and lays flat naked on the bed, his body drained of energy.

Needy Miguel that tries to drift off to sleep but thoughts of you earlier on the day when you were together on a mission start invading his head, making him hot and bothered.

Needy Miguel that even though he’s tired and he know he’ll regret this in the morning gives his already hard cock a couple of testing tugs and immediately moans and squeezes his throbbing member at the thought of how good the curve of your ass looks in your spider suit.

Needy Miguel that dry fucks his fist angrily out of frustration of not having anyone that can satisfy him, not having a warm body against his, at the frustration of not being able to tell you how he feels about you, about not having the opportunity of fucking your sweet cunt instead of his own fist like every other day when he finds himself at this exact same situation.

Needy Miguel that stitches his eyebrows together as he thinks about how your moans would sound probably like heaven as he fucks you senseless, picturing your legs spreading out for him, your inner thighs full of bruises that he left after eating you out and making you come on his tongue at least 3 times before he buried his fat cock deep inside you.

Needy Miguel that decides to finally reach out for the lube and drip down some drops, moaning and arching his back at the sensation of the cold substance against his hot head.

Needy Miguel that likes to edge himself, likes to fuck his fist fast to then slow down and just rub his thumb against the underside of his weeping swollen red tip making his legs shiver and whimper in need.

Needy Miguel that plays with his balls with his free hand, pulls them down, kneads at them, stretches them and brings them together as he feels a sweet relief from that.

Needy Miguel that changes positions in bed and closes his eyes, resting his feet flat on the bed to meet each violent and fast tug of his hand with a thrust of his hips as a loud groan erupts from his chest and resonates all over his penthouse.

Needy Miguel that was too tired to even notice that when he threw his gizmo next to him in bed, he accidentally called you, the live feed option turning on, making you witness everything; hearing each moan and sweet sound he made, praising your name over and over again until finally loads and loads of thick cum ran down his knuckles when he met his release.

Fair for me to say you’re gonna probably have an interesting chat with him tomorrow.

AN: This is my first post writing smut for Miguel, I had a revelation about him after I woke up knowing that I dreamed about him but sadly I don’t remember what it was about 😭😭

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[chvoswxtch]

taste

pairing: matt murdock x fem!reader

summary: matt just wants a taste.

warnings: swearing, explicit sexual content (minors dni)

a/n: it’s thanksgiving here today, and despite my mixed feelings about this holiday, I am thankful for all of y’all. so, here’s a little treat from me to you bc I haven’t shown our favorite human disaster some love in awhile. 🖤

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Matt lost track of how long he’d had his head buried between your thighs. Your hair was still damp from your shower earlier, fresh notes of citrus and green apple lingering on the silk sheets. That coupled with the crisp sandalwood of his own cologne from the worn Columbia shirt of his you had stolen to bed intertwined with your own distinct scent lit a fire of desire within him. He’d discarded a layer of his black suit with every silent step he took descending the staircase that led up to the rooftop door.

It had been a bad night, and Matt’s inherent Catholic guilt was at an all time high. So, he positioned himself exactly where he thought he belonged.

On his knees.

Matt held your soft thighs in his rough, calloused hands, his warm tongue lazily tumbling over your swollen clit over and over again. He slipped his tongue through your soaked folds much like he had the first time he had really kissed you; when a sweet kiss good night had ended with your back firmly pressed up against your front door and the two of you panting into each other's mouths.

Angelic pleas for mercy had sounded from your lips in various intervals, but your greedy fingers continued to tug him just a little closer by tight grips on his chestnut strands. Neither one of you seemed to be able to quit the other. Matt’s nose was nuzzled against your public bone, and his plump lips were wrapped around your clit, alternating between suckling languidly at a pace that made your eyes roll into the back of your head and dragging his tongue up and down the length of your entire pussy meticulously.

Every time you let out a desperate chant of his name and rolled your hips up in a needy way in search of more, Matt groaned loudly and moved his own hips in tandem. He had been rutting against the mattress for God only knows how long now, the front of his briefs completely soaked from the weeping slit on the head of his throbbing cock. He’d never been so painfully hard in his life.

But Matt didn’t feel like he had earned a release yet.

Despite the several tangy coats of your arousal on his tongue, he wanted more. He needed just a little more.

Just one more, he told himself, then he’d finally let himself fuck you. But right now, he was exactly where he wanted to be. Face nestled against your pussy, feeling your heartbeat pounding against his welcoming tongue, smelling the scent that was uniquely you right under his nose, hearing the verbal reassurances of how much you needed him, and how badly you wanted him.

Praises of his name and confessions of love slowly lifted the self imposed weight that laid heavy on his chest like cement. If an angel like you believed the Devil deserved Heaven, then maybe he did. You didn’t ask for his penance, but he wanted to give it. He wanted to be worthy of being the man you made him feel like he was.

Matt ignored the ache in his jaw, and he whimpered against your core as his briefs snagged against the sensitive head of his cock just right. He wasn’t gonna last long. Not with the heavenly aroma of you surrounding his senses completely, the sweet sound of your pleasure hitting his ears, the thrum of your impending climax thundering against his tongue.

He never wanted to come up for air. If this was how he was going to die, drowning in the tidal wave of your gratification, then he’d die a happy man.

Matt used his index and middle finger to spread your slicked pussy apart, eagerly swirling his tongue around your pulsing nub before switching to flicking the tip of his tongue back and forth across it like a metronome. God, you were so warm and soft, and so fucking wet. He couldn’t tell where his saliva ended and where your own essence started, but he didn’t fucking care. The only taste he wanted seared into his taste buds was yours anyway.

He delved his tongue as deep within your cunt as he could, fucking you with it sensually while his nose bumped against your overstimulated clit repeatedly. You were close again. He could tell by the hitch in your breaths and the quiver in your soft thighs that were enclosed tightly around his head.

Matt never felt like he deserved you, so he made it his personal mission to make sure he earned you.

As soon as another wave of your candied tang drenched his mouth and dripped down his stubbled chin, Matt exploded with a pathetic whimper, feeling his own sticky warmth coating his lower abdomen and the tops of his thighs. The only reason he pulled his face away from your cunt was because you weakly pushed at his shoulders with your trembling hands.

“Fuckfuckfuck…Matty…I can’t. I-God, I need a minute-“

The breathless pants sounding from your lips were an elegant symphony to his ears. He closed his eyes while resting his head on your smooth thigh, trying to catch his own breath. For several minutes neither of you said anything, just laid there tangled up in the sheets together, basking in the afterglow of pleasure.

All of a sudden, Matt sensed a shift in you. He heard your eyes flutter open, and felt the way you shifted your head off the pillow to peer down at him in curiosity.

“Matty…did…did you-“

“Yeah.”

He didn’t bother hiding it. He wasn’t ashamed. He’d be pissed when the cloud of lust currently fogging up his brain eventually cleared and he realized he ruined yet another set of silk sheets, but right now, he was too satisfied to give a shit about anything other than this moment with you.

A melodic giggle immediately erupted from your chest, and Matt squeezed your thigh teasingly in retaliation which caused you to squeal.

“Hey! I wasn’t making fun of you. It’s actually quite flattering that you enjoy having your head between my thighs so much that you can come from that alone.”

“Sweetheart, you could make me come just by reading our grocery list.”

Another round of angelic giggles fell from your lips, and a quiet whine of disapproval sounded from Matt when he felt you shifting in bed. Much to his dismay, you moved your soft and warm thigh away from under his head, which caused him to purse his plush lips in a pout. But before he could even protest, you were gently pushing him onto his back and brushing your lips against the shell of his ear.

“Maybe I’ll test that theory later, but right now, I’d rather make you come with my mouth in a different way.”

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[lexsssu]

Half (Neuvillette)

TAGS: Neuvillette/Dragoness!Reader, smut, oneshot, drabble, heats, mating, knotting, breeding Ao3 ver.

“Are you sure it’s alright for me to stay here, Mr. Neuvillette? I wouldn’t want to impose, especially when you’ve already done so much for me…”

He shook his head, not a single hair falling out of place no matter how much he moved. Despite having stayed in Neuvillette’s home for several days already and spending every moment with him once his duties were done for the day, you never got used to how he always seemed so…dignified.

He practically embodied the calm, deep waters of Fontaine.

Oh, if only you knew the utterly depraved thoughts he had of you from the moment he found you washed up on shore. 

How his blood roared with the need to have you pressed down on the ground as he slid both his aching cocks into your dripping hole, the ridges along his length scraping against your gooey insides before filling you up with his virile seed. 

How the image of you glowing with motherhood, with the proof of his claim was perpetually stuck at the back of his head. It taunted him to make it a reality lest you be snatched up by some other unworthy male.

“You are a most welcome guest in my abode. I assure you that there will never be a time when you’ll become a burden to me,” his hand swiftly clutched yours, lifting it and pressing his lips to the back of it.

You swear you could hear your own heart beating thanks to Neuvillette’s burning gaze alone.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

“I-I don’t know why I’m feeling this way…! Everything’s…too hot and i-itchy right now…!”

Blood pounded in his ears and his eyes dilated, nostrils flaring as the scent of your heat flooded all of his senses. His eyes feasted on the sight of you writhing and clawing off your clothes, revealing your supple skin bit by bit to his ravenous gaze.

If Neuvillette was truly the gentleman and paragon of justice that he tried to be every single, then he might have already left and called Sigewinne to brew a calming concoction for you.

But he always knew deep down that he was still a slave to his own baser instincts. An enlightened beast will always be a beast, no matter how many times he hid this fact…even from himself.

“Shhhh…No need for any more tears, ma moitié.”

He loomed over your form as he reached your bed in what seemed to be the blink of an eye, gloved hand cupping your chin as one long finger wiped a stray tear away.

“I am here.”

Perhaps it’s your addled senses or your own hidden affections for the Iudex that make you lean into his touch even as heat wracked your entire body.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

When he ruts his hips into you and buries the entire length of one of his cocks inside your weeping cunt, your hazy world becomes clear as you feel his tip probing at the entrance to your womb.

The feeling of Neuvillette’s second cock slapping against the softness of your belly with each thrust makes you feel sorry for the unattended organ. 

Despite burying your face against the feather-soft pillows while he mounted you from behind, you manage to turn your head enough to be able to voice out your thoughts.

You almost weep when he pulls out and his movements cease, wondering if he found you too lascivious for his tastes.

But when you feel two tips pressing against your stretched pussy, you all but sigh in relief as he sinks himself home. Despite the initial burn as you’re stretched to almost your limit, being stuffed so full made you forget about any pain you might’ve initially felt.

As the base of his cocks inflate and lock him inside of you, all the heat that ravaged you earlier is replaced with contentment as his seed pumps straight into your womb with no chance of escape. 

You allow yourself to fall asleep against his chest when he flips you both over to lay you on top of him. Your consciousness fades as you’re lulled by his heartbeat.

[savagegood]

@shinjiroatae1126: To all my fans, today was a very special day for me. For years, I struggled to accept a part of myself...But now, after all I have been through, I finally have the courage to open up to you about something. I am a gay man. It has taken me a long time to be able to say I am gay. I could not even say it to myself. However, I’ve come to realize it is better, both for me, and for the people I care about, including my fans, to live life authentically than to live a life never accepting who I truly am. I hope people who are struggling with the same feeling will find courage and know they are not alone.

ps, he’s released a new song, “into the light”, which you can watch here. part of the proceeds from the single will go to lgbtq+ organisations

@shinjiroatae1126: July 26th, 2023 was a big day for me. I finally gathered the courage to come out to the public as a gay man. I am grateful to have received media coverage from multiple platforms both within Japan and overseas.

To be honest, I was extremely anxious before all of this happened. However, I've been pleasantly surprised to discover the overwhelming amount of positive feedback pouring in from both my fans and people who have come across the news about me. It's heartwarming to see that my story is being acknowledged from all around the world, and this brings me immense joy. Although they may be baby steps, I sense that this world is gradually moving into the light. Yesterday, I made an announcement about resuming my career as an artist. I also released a new song titled “Into The Light”. The music video for the song is also on YouTube now. This song is packed with the emotions and thoughts leading up to this point, including my decision to come out. Living with anxieties and struggles is not limited to just LGBTQ+ individuals. I hope this song can be a source of encouragement for anyone carrying such emotions. I've aimed for it to become a song that can uplift those with similar feelings. A portion of the proceeds will be donated to Pride House Tokyo, Japan’s first permanent LGBTQ+ center, and ReBit, an organization providing resources and support for LGBTQ+ youth. I hope this song will touch many hearts.🙏🌈

At first, there was total silence. Then, there were shrieks, wild applause, weeping and shouts of “I love you!”

Fans of Shinjiro Atae, a J-pop idol who has been on a nearly two-year performance hiatus, had come to hear him talk about “the challenge of my life.” Standing onstage in a dark auditorium in front of 2,000 fans in central Tokyo on Wednesday night, he revealed something he has kept hidden for most of his life: He is gay.

“I respect you and believe you deserve to hear this directly from me,” he said, reading from a letter he had prepared. “For years, I struggled to accept a part of myself. But now, after all I have been through, I finally have the courage to open up to you about something. I am a gay man.”

Such an announcement is extremely unusual in conservative Japan, the only G7 country that has not legalized same-sex unions. Earlier this summer, the Japanese Parliament passed an L.G.B.T.Q rights bill but it had been watered down by the political right, stating that there “should be no unfair discrimination” against gay and transgender people.

In making a public declaration, the 34-year-old Mr. Atae, who spent two decades performing with AAA, a hit Japanese pop group, before embarking on a solo career, said he wanted his fans to know his true self. He also hopes to comfort those who might be grappling with anxieties about their sexuality.

“I don’t want people to struggle like me,” he said.

AAA debuted in 2005, with Mr. Atae, the youngest member, forgoing high school. He performed mostly as a dancer, and began appearing in TV series and movies.

His sexuality perplexed him. “It was a time when on TV, comedians would say two men kissing was gross,” he said. If anyone asked if he had a girlfriend, he just said he was too busy working.

Activists said they could not recall an instance when a Japanese pop star of his stature had publicly declared they were gay, because of anxieties about losing fans or sponsors.

“I think he has decided to come out in order to change Japan,” said Gon Matsunaka, a director and adviser to Pride House Tokyo, a support center for the gay and transgender community.

The decision to open up about his sexuality, he said, evolved over seven years of living in Los Angeles, where he saw how freely gay couples could show affection in public and built an extensive support network.

“Everyone was so open,” he said. “People would talk about their vulnerabilities. In Japan, people think it’s best not to talk about those things.”

Mr. Atae’s decision, he said, was not political.  All he wanted, he said, was to “normalize” being gay. Coming out, he knew, would likely draw criticism. “Whatever you do, there will be haters,” he said. “I can only focus on the people I might be helping.”

[defrosted69]

Que Sera Sera (Oh Haewon)

Very Fluffy and Haewon like

The larger arm was circling the golden numerals surrounding your watch, and the clock was ticking along as usual. Since you have been waiting for this your entire life, today was meant to be special for you. You got ready for this day by getting up earlier than normal and wearing your best outfit. It has all come down to this after endless days of speech practice and preparation about what to display your crush.. 

You brought her favorite flowers from a nearby flower shop and messaged her to meet in the Bay Area, where you first met. That girl has helped you through your entire life of anguish and pain. She was the sunshine you treasured, and you wanted nothing more than for her to be pure and untouched by civilization. It began with a simple act of assisting her in catching her dog, progressed to becoming friends, and then to falling in love.  

Perhaps it was destiny as many would call it, that you met in the first place. Arriving at the place where it all began you patiently waited. 

Waited. 

And waited. 

And waited. 

But nobody came through. 

The sun was finally setting, and the blue sky had become orange, resembling what many scientists refer to as the golden hour. Even though the meeting time was early, you still had optimism before the clock struck 6 p.m. You sat there on the edge of the sea, watching the small ships sail by and the music the sea was making. Every splash it made put you at rest, and then you heard the voice of the person you'd been waiting for. Your face lit up as you jumped down the wall and saw the girl.

With another man. 

You'd never forget that laugh, which threw your mind off track. Her grin was worth a thousand gold. It was supposed to be you in that position, but it wasn't. The man she was with was making jokes and making her laugh, and it was clear that the two of them loved each other. You watch with a heavy heart as they go past you despite the fact that they are only a few feet away.  

You could feel your heart breaking piece by piece as the girl you love was taken away by another man. Realizations began to surface in your mind as a sour chuckle came out of your mouth. 

"I'm so stupid huh?"

You thought to yourself. Perhaps a little backtracking was required. She never really exhibited interest in you, did she? Sure, you were interested in her, but did she make an effort to pique your interest? Perhaps it was your imagination that led you to believe she was interested when, in fact, she was simply being a nice friend.

You groaned and stared at the boque you purchased. Every flower that was present there represented something. The roses, tulips, and sunflowers were a nice combination, but they now have no meaning. Walking away is the best thing to do right now, and a little drink won't hurt, right?  

However, after a few steps forward, you came to a halt when you heard someone cry. Your gaze travelled in all directions before settling on a girl with her hands over her face, crying. much if you are already upset, witnessing someone else weep makes you feel much worse for them. Your fist clenched as you felt a firm thing in your hand. You had a bouquet of flowers ready to be thrown away right now, but doing so would be a horrible decision. You took a big breath and started your way to the girl. 

"Umm... Excuse me?" 

You called out of the girl. You weren't really sure if this was the best time to be nosy but you have to give the flowers to someone else instead of throwing them. The girl looked up and saw how puffy her eyes looked. 

"She must have been crying for a while now.."

You thought to yourself as you shook that thought off and handed her your bouquet of flowers.

"I know this looks weird but I think you deserve these flowers more than I need them." 

This was your best explanation to her, and to be honest, it was bizarre. Who in their right mind would give a stranger a bouquet of flowers and simply accept them? You were well aware of the repercussions of your actions, but the girl totally removed her hand, revealing her face. It was horrible to see how devastated she appeared, and you may recognize yourself in her because your heart had also been destroyed. 

Haewon just stared at the bouquet of flowers and for some reason, she was captivated by the patter of the flowers that were in there. 

"I know... It's weird for a stranger to give someone I don't know flowers but I hope this would make it less painful?" 

Haewon looked up to see your face. She was able to recognize faces from her fans and individuals she had briefly met, but seeing your face was her first time meeting you, and the agony she was bearing was quickly alleviated by your simple offer. 

Without thinking, Haewon softly accepted the flowers, her eyes ogling them. The perfume was soothing her down, and she could feel a little grin on her lips. You, on the other hand, grinned slightly, knowing that your actions had made someone happy. Perhaps this day served as a lesson for you rather than a heartache. Kindness, after all, was a pleasant sensation.  

"T-Thank you.." 

Haewon weakly said as you could only nod your head. 

"It's alright. Ummm, I'll be going first then. Goodbye."

Your job was done and there was no more reason for you to talk to the girl. She needed time for herself and what you did was the start of her to calm down and pick herself up. 

"Wait!" 

She stopped you on your tracks as you looked behind you to see the girl clinging to the flowers close to her. 

"What's your name?" 

Strangely enough, you felt like saying your name wouldn't be harmful. But considering that you're the one who gave her the flowers, it was only right for her to know your name. 

"Y/n Park." 

She nodded her head and bowed at a particular angle surprising you. 

"Thank you Mr. Park. I will remember your kindness." 

Feeling flustered, you shook off her actions and said

"N-No need to bow that much Miss." 

Haewon straightened herself up and smiled at you. Her grin actually caught your attention. It was ridiculous of you to compare someone, but Haewon's smile reminded you of someone you used to know or was familiar with. Perhaps you've seen that smile before but can't pinpoint where it is. 

"Ah, I almost forgot, I'm Oh Haewon by the way. Nice to meet you." 

"Like wise.. Umm.. See you around Ms. Haewon." 

You wanted to leave right now since you hadn't expected to feel so bewildered meeting someone for the first time. Your brain told you she was someone you knew, but she wasn't someone to you. It confused you so much that it eclipsed your sadness.

Haewon, on the other hand, was smiling broadly as she began to walk back to the JYP office, the bouquet in her hand. People around the building were surprised to find Haewon smiling with flowers in her hand, despite the fact that she had been sorrowful earlier. Your kindness had left a mark on her thoughts, and her members were eager to see her grin.  

"Unnie-eh? Where did you get that?" 

Kyujin canceled her hug to their leader as everyone's interest reached a height. They were worried about her since she had been quite dull or tired for the past few days. Even though they attempted to make her laugh and smile, they knew it wasn't enough, and when she went AFK for the past several hours, they became concerned.

"Oh? A guy gave it to me." 

Her statement made everyone widen their eyes as they all looked surprised and shocked. 

Who was the person that gave their leader a smile that was genuine that they couldn't bring out?

"Another day, another boring working day..." 

You sighed and prepared for your job. You were an officer worker, and despite the monotonous nature of the job, it allowed you to pay your rent and eat. You left your apartment and followed the regular path you normally take to the bus station to wait for the bus. Your gaze was drawn to your phone, and despite the fact that it was empty of text notifications from anyone, you were staring at the most recent message you had sent her.  

You sighed and closed your phone. The bridge that was built around that friendship you had with her was diminished. Repairing it was impossible as your mind was occupied with the moments you two shared. Even though it was one sided, it was still painful for you. 

Arriving at your work office was pretty much the same. Sitting down, opening your computer, checking the files, and printing papers. It was your typical office scenery as you placed your bag below your table. Seeing that you have arrived, a friend of yours peaked over at your table. 

"So how did it go? ~" 

Your friend Yeonjun smiled happily hoping for good news but you just sighed and shook your head. This surprised him as he was sure that you had this in the bag. 

"Eh? Why? I thought last week was the day?" 

"Maybe I was just pondering things. It was a one sided love after all." 

Yeonjun gasped at you. He was for sure thinking that she was the one for you yet it wasn't. Maybe his gut instinct was right. 

"Remember when I told you that something isn't right with the relationship you had with her?" 

"Yeah?" 

"looks like I was right." 

He laughed at you and you could only sigh as what Yeonjun said was right. You were merely blinded by all this stuff she did that you had thought that she likes you. Thinking back on it now, you cringed remembering the things you did for her. 

"Well it's in the past now. Let's forget about it and move on" 

That was your motto in life. That kind of saying has led you into this situation. You weren't complaining, of course, since you believe that nothing in the past is that important, and you should move on with your life. Everything has a purpose for you, thus there was probably a reason you met her.

That's why your heart split into a thousand pieces. 

Sure, the occasion may be lost and become a hazy memory, but the emotions will not. The sensation of heartbreak will return time and again. It may not be exactly what you expected, but it will undoubtedly appear in some form. One example would be when you were watching a film. That movie you were viewing coincided with the period you watched movies with her. It was in that film that you fell for her, and it brought back memories of the sorrow.  

"I guess you're right. But anyway-" 

"Y/n, Chief is asking for you." 

A workmate of yours came near your workplace as you just nodded your head at her. Yeonjun looked at you confused. 

"Why is the chief asking for you? Did you do something?" 

You shrugged your shoulders, unsure. You never failed any previous reports because you always submitted them on time, and sometimes even sooner. The chief was not a scary person, but he was very severe with his employees. To avoid upsetting him, you left your office and walked to the chief's office, knocking before entering his chamber. His workplace table was tidy and well-organized, unlike the majority of the company's employees. 

"Ah, Y/n, take a seat." 

You sat across from him as he took out a folder and handed it to you. You took it and opened it, and the first thing you noticed was the name of the corporation labeled on it. Your eyes widen as you look at the chief in surprise, as he simply grinned and chuckled.. 

"Sir, why is JYP Entertainment on this file sir?" 

"Well you see Y/n, we're sharing our investment to one of its kpop group and I want you to write about the progress of our investment on them especially since their comeback is approaching. I want a full detailed report done after their comeback is done. Got it?" 

Not wanting to disappoint your chief, you accepted it and thanked him for the opportunity. Leaving out of his office, you smiled happily that the chief has trusted you on such an important task at hand. Yeonjun saw your smile and couldn't help but feel intrigued. 

"What's the big smile for? You're getting promoted?" 

"Nope, well, hopefully if I do well on this task, I could get promoted." 

Yeonjun clapped his hand in amusement and support of you. Not wanting to waste any time, you immediately started to work on your computer, researching JYP Entertainment and learning about the stocks of the firms that had invested in it. Your eyes immediately spotted the spikes and falls of each company's inventions on the groups under the label, and you made sure to record them for future reference in your report. 

"Perhaps I should visit JYP entertainment tomorrow."

Your regular work hour consisted of producing reports and researching information. But after the clock struck 7 p.m., it was time to go home. Packing your belongings and exiting the building, you proceeded down the familiar night street. You noticed a billboard showcasing JYP idols, including ITZY, Twice, and Straykids, but one group was unfamiliar to you. But for some strange reason, one idol looked familiar to you. You shrugged your shoulder and started walking, thinking that you'd remember her when the time came.  

The next morning arrived faster than you imagined because you were dressed for work. You left your apartment and were set to go to JYP Entertainment. Your chief has already informed the company of your arrival, as you ensured that all of your belongings were in your suitcase. Grabbing a cab, you informed the driver of your destination while watching the scenery unfold as the taxi passed by buildings and establishments. The ride was brief, as you paid for your taxi and exited the vehicle. You instantly noticed the tall structure in front of you since you didn't anticipate it to be so large.  

"Considering that JYP Ent. Is a huge name, I can't expect less from them now can I?"

You were ready to enter the building when you noticed a girl in distress, looking for something on the ground. When you saw her struggle, you sighed and checked your watch. Ten minutes before the company's board meeting. Perhaps you can afford a minute or two, right?

"Miss? Is everything alright?" 

You asked as the girl looked at your direction but her vision was blurry as she can't properly see you. In desperate help, she nodded her head. 

"Y-Yes, have you seen some glasses nearby? I-I can't properly see without them." 

You decided to aid her after hearing her gentle voice and despair, and there was a pair of glasses on the floor not far from where you two were. You went to fetch it, brushed a few dust particles from the glass, and handed it to her.  

"Here you go miss. I believe this are yours?" 

You handed the girl her glasses, which she quickly placed on her eyes. She smiled cheerfully and bowed at you. You simply brush off her thoughtfulness as you realize how her beautiful eyes drew your attention. She was wearing a mask, so you couldn't see her face, but her eyes revealed that she's a very pretty girl.  

"Thank you Mister for helping me." 

"Ah No it's fine. I'm just trying to help, I guess." 

"Umm.. P-Perhaps your also entering the building mister?" 

"Huh? Oh yeah I am." 

The girl beamed with happiness as she smiled underneath her mask. Although you can't clearly see it, her eyes show that she was smiling underneath her white mask. 

"I-I can help you tour around. Where are you going by the way Mister?" 

"Ah, the board member room? Where meetings happen?" 

You tried your best to describe the place you were heading to as the girl immediately know where that place was. 

"Ah, I know where that is Mister. Follow me." 

The girl walked ahead as you followed her from behind. Entering the building, you were immediately amazed by the interior design as you were at awe. The girl chuckled softly seeing your reaction. 

"Woah, this place is... Amazing." 

"Hehe, well that's JYP for you." 

The two of you entered the elevator and to your surprise, many people suddenly stormed leaving absolutely no space for you or the girl. Not wanting to let her get squished, you used your body to cover her from the crowd but the position for it was awkward to say the least. You were literally balancing yourself with just your feet and arms leaving the girl blushing and her heart pounding so fast. Perhaps it was because of her introverted nature that she immediately picked up what you were trying to do as she couldn't help but feel her heart race. 

As the elevator stopped, the crowd got smaller and smaller until it was just you and her. 

"You alright?" 

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Thank you again for protecting me, Mister."

"Ah, it's nothing. Just uhh.. Trying to help?" 

The girl chuckled at your poor attempt to joke but somehow it worked on her. Realizing that it was just you two in the elevator, you decided to ask for her name. 

"Ah, by the way I'm Y/n Park. And you are?" 

The girl hesitated at first but she ended up saying her name anyway. 

"Seol Yoon-ah. Yoona for short Mister."

As the elevator door opened, you nodded in response to hearing her name. Lily told you that this was his floor, and hers was still much higher. You got off the elevator and thanked her again for her assistance, while Lily simply waved it off and waved you farewell as the elevator door closed. Walking along the strange hallway, your mind was still preoccupied with meeting Lily, and you were relieved that you had already made a friend in the building, as the conference room was within sight. You knocked before entering the room.

Sullyoon on the other hand finally arrived at their practice room as all her members were there ready to start their practice session for the day. Haewon, their Leader, saw Sullyoon entering as she greeted her as she greeted her back. 

"Morning Sully, you sure took your time." 

"Ah well I kinda tripped on the way and my glasses fell of my face so I couldn't see." 

Hearing what Sullyoon said made everyone worry for her as they surrounded her. Sullyoon just smiled and chuckled at her members. Before she would be overwhelmed by this much attention but being together for such a long time now made her already aware of their behaviors. 

"That must have been terrible. Anyway, did you get it back?" 

Bae asked as Jiwoo gave her a stare of disbelief and confusion as her question already had an answer. 

"Unnie, she's literally wearing her glasses now." 

Jiwoo's comment made everyone laugh as Sullyoon chuckled. 

"Well a sweet guy helped me in finding my glasses and also protected me earlier on the elevator." 

Sullyoon smiled and blushed remembering your actions as this reaction got her members thrilled and curious on who made Sullyoon blush. 

"Spill the tea girl." 

Lily said making everyone agree to their oldest as Sullyoon spoke the name that Haewon was familiar with. 

"Y/n Park. I think he's a new employee here." 

The girls squealed except Haewon who had her eyes widened in surprise and in shock. Kyujin seeing their Leader frozen got her curious. 

"Why the long face Unnie?" 

Kyujin's question snapped Haewon out of her trance as she sighed and reminded her members of the bouquet of flowers in their dorm. 

"Remember those flowers that I'm taking care of right now?" 

They all nodded their heads as Haewon smiled brightly captivating her members. 

"He's the same person. I'm sure of it." 

Now it was everyone's turn to act surprised by their leader's claim. Haewon on the other hand was smiling brightly as she can finally meet the person that brought a smile on her face. 

"I know love at first sight is stupid but....I am stupidly in love after all"

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The meeting ended after you were presented with a variety of scenarios in which stocks could rise or fall. Overall, your focus was on the group NMIXX, and according to the projections, they have a good possibility of attracting other companies to invest in them, given the tendency of their fame rising with each comeback. That being said, NMIXX is still a long way from the success of the other groups in the organization, but in your opinion, this was a solid step.

Exiting the meeting room, you decided to head to the building's cafeteria to fill in your soft growling stomach. You placed a hand on your stomach as you chuckled. 

"I wonder how I survived that meeting without my stomach growling like a lion"

But the happiness on your face faded when you realized your previous guide, Sullyoon, was no longer with you. You sighed and placed your hand on your brow, knowing that you had to explore this vast and expansive edifice on your own. You retraced your steps in order to find the elevator; however, your initial thought was to ask the receptionist on the ground floor. However, it appears that your desire was so intense that you became disoriented and strayed into new area.  

"I don't think I went pass this one earlier...shit"

You attempted again to recollect your previous steps, but your brain digested food instead. Frustrated that your brain wasn't cooperating with you, you decided to look for a snack bar machine nearby and eat that for lunch. However, it appears like locating a snack bar is like finding the lost city of Atlantis: seemingly impossible. By this point, your hunger had sapped the vitality from your legs, which were about to give way. You stumbled on the floor because your stomach was causing you pain because it was so empty.  

"Damn it. Why is this building so huge anyway!"

You cursed the engineer and architect of this structure on your head, causing their following generation to suffer tremendously. With a sigh, you sat on the floor, leaning against the wall. You wanted to rest your legs a little because the continual walking earlier made them tired, and hunger played a vital role in making you stumble on the floor.. 

But, unbeknownst to you, Haewon was passing by and quickly noticed you. She gasped, not expecting to find you in such a state, as she approached you. Your ears perked up as the heavy footstep became louder by the second. Turning your head in the direction of the stomps, you saw a girl dash towards you like a savage bear, instilling panic within you. Haewon paused her pace as she kneeled in front of you, holding your cheeks and scrutinizing your face.  

"Are you hurt? Are you okay? Do you want to kiss me? Or are you perhaps injured? Ah! Do you want me to take care of you?" 

Everything was moving so fast that your brain couldn't process what was happening. But your eyes did saw Haewons face and there you immediately recognized her. 

"H-Haewon? I mean, Miss Haewon." 

Haewon gasped as she covered her mouth in amazement and in shock. Her cheeks was visibly turning red and her eye pupils wanted to turn into a heart shaped when you said her name. Haewon was glad that you still remembered her and that she couldn't help but feel emotional. 

"Y-You remember me..." 

"Yeah of course I would. It wasn't that long anyw-huh? Are you crying?" 

Haewon suddenly felt so happy that her eyes began to produce tears of joy. You were confused on why would Haewon suddenly start getting teared up. You immediately tried to comfort her by taking out your handkerchief as you offered it to Haewon. 

"He's even offering me his handkerchief... I fucking love him!"

Haewon tumbled into your arms, both of you on the ground, and Haewon hugged you fiercely, inhaling your smell. You were bewildered and baffled as to why Haewon ran toward you, clutching you fiercely.  

"D-Did I do a mistake on giving her those flowers? Hah! We're those flowers poisonous and now she's seeking revenge?!"

Both of you were clearly a dumbass but perfect fit for each other but didn't realize it yet. You stood back up with Haewon holding you tight as you apologized to her. 

"I'm sorry Haewon. I.. I didn't mean to bring harm to you with those flowers.." 

Haewon chuckled and smiled at you. Her eyes looked so warm and showed signs of love. But you were captivated by her smile as her vision of you was glowing.

"Dummy~ Why are you apologizing? I still have those flowers you know." 

"S-So this isn't an act of assault?" 

Haewon but her lips not wanting to laugh but her body betrayed her as she began laughing her ass off. You were visibly confused seeing her act from being sad to suddenly laughing like a lunatic. You feared that Haewon was a crazy girl. 

"Your Funny Y/n. Ah, wait hold on, let me help you up." 

You and Haewon both stood up, and the timing couldn't have been worse. Your stomach growled the loudest, and if you thought embarrassment was bad enough, consider the physical discomfort of an empty stomach. Haewon was quick to react, pulling out a chocolate bar from her pocket and cheerfully giving it to you..

"Here you go Y/n. You might need it more." 

"A-Ah, thanks Haewon. I'll repay you back somehow." 

Haewon just giggled as you munched on the chocolate bar like it was no tomorrow. Without even a minute passing by, the chocolate bar was already gone. And Haewon smiled at you. 

"Looks like someone's hungry."

"So-Sorry." 

Haewon shook her head as she pointed at the nearby elevator. Nearby elevator. nearby. Elevator. 

Oh how stupidly blind are you for not being able to see that an Elevator was just near where you are. A look of disappointment and relief was evident on your face as this got Haewon intrigued. 

"Is something wrong Y/n?" 

"Ah, no, it's just that I was looking for an elevator singe earlier and I just believe that it was right in front of me" 

Haewon laughed at your sweet error as you and Haewon entered the elevator and began talking. She informed you that the flowers you gave her on that day were still alive and in her dorm, which you were delighted to hear. Haewon then began to question why you were at the building after you informed her that you would be supervising your company's financial development on the group NMIXX. Haewon smiled from ear to ear when she heard her group come out of your mouth.. 

"NMIXX has a bright future ahead of them in the industry seeing how amazing their growth is amazing." 

"Well what can I say? They are pretty and talented."

"Is that so? I haven't really looked up the members actually." 

Haewon was saddened by this, but an idea occurred to her: she wanted you to be astonished when you met NMIXX, her group. As the elevator doors opened, signifying that they had arrived at their destination floor, you and Haewon exited. The walk to the building cafeteria was short, and when you got, you were shocked by how large it was.

"Woah, this place sure is big.." 

"Yup, come on, let's get our food." 

Haewon bravely grabbed your hand and brought you to the food department. Her unexpected physical touch caught you off guard, and a blush spread across your cheeks. You've never touched a girl's hand like this before, and it's made you feel something.

Haewon delivered you your food tray and gave you helpful advise on what to eat. Honestly, Haewon persuaded you to take the greatest cuisine available as the two of you seated at a table. Haewon smiled as she watched you, her hands supporting her face.  

"Say Haewon, how come you're familiar with this place?" 

"Hmm? Cause I work here." 

"Oh? What department are you from?" 

Haewon raises her eyebrows at your question as she found it confusing. Her brain couldn't understand what your words meant as you noticed her facial expression showing confusion. You couldn't help but chuckle at her. 

"What I meant is that, what part of the company do you work for? A manager? An assistant manager? An employee or an intern?" 

Haewon finally understood what you said as she shook her head. 

"I'm an.... Uhh... " 

Haewon didn't want to admit too soon to you as she wanted it to be a surprise to you. So her brain decided to look on for a possible work for her in the company. Of course she can't be a manager since she has no experience about it but perhaps the easiest is the right answer. 

"I work as a...." 

Your eyes show anticipation as your sights never left Haewon. This somehow made her feel nervous as she gulped a bit. 

"Yeah?" 

"I work.... As a... D-Dance choreographer!" 

"A what?" 

"A dance teacher! Yeah... I work for teaching the dances for the groups here." 

Haewon smiled, hiding her actual identity from you. Aside from wanting to surprise you, she did not want to overwhelm you with the notion that she is an Idol. Everyone she encountered abandoned her once they discovered her true status. It is painful for her, but she has become accustomed to it. But now that you had her heart, she didn't want to let you go.  

"Ah, A dance teacher. That's good to hear Haewon." 

"Y-Yeah, anyway what about you Y/n. What brings you to the company." 

"Well I was assigned to write about the financial report on the group NMIXX since the company I work for has invested in them." 

A huge smile appeared on Haewon as she couldn't help but feel excited by your words. She felt like faith is telling her that you were the man for her as she was to you. If there were people who believed in destiny then Haewon was one of them. 

"Say Y/n." 

"hmm?" 

"Do you wanna meet NMIXX?"

You wanted to refuse because it wasn't really necessary for you to engage with the group considering that your only task was to write a report on the financial side of things. 

"It's alright Haewon, I'm oka-" 

"But the leader has something to say to you." 

That got your attention. There was no indication that you had ever met the leader of NMIXX. But, if you interrupted your steps, there was one person you met in this company that you didn't know much about: Yoon-ah. Surely she can't be an idol working in this facility given that she was fully wrapped up and visible.

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"Yeah no, Yoon-ah is definitely an idol"

You thought to yourself as Haewon saw you show a face of realization. 

"Thinking about it, there is one person I met earlier. Her name was Yoon-ah. I think she's an Idol here." 

Haewon giggled and simply nodded her head. Haewon then stood up as she handed you her phone. 

"Add your number in my contacts so that I can stalk-I mean call you when NMIXX need a hand. It's not bad to be friends with an Idol you know?" 

You softly snatched her phone and entered your number. The rest of the day was unremarkable, except that you found Haewon attractive and enjoyable to be around. For the first time in your life, you were excited to go to work the next day, all because of one person, Oh Haewon.

The next day rolled by quickly and you were met with Haewon who was patiently waiting for you in front of the building. Seeing her made you smile as you walked towards her. 

"Hey Haewon. You didn't have to wait for me you know." 

"It's alright. Come on, NMIXX is waiting for you." 

Haewon quickly grabbed your hand and dragged you to the elevator. Your cheeks were once again flushed as a result of her actions, but Haewon didn't seem to care. Haewon held your hand during the way to the NMIXX room, as if it were the most natural thing to do. Haewon then came to a room, which you knew was where NMIXX was. Feeling overwhelmed, you questioned Haewon if this was really necessary.  

"Umm Haewon. I don't think we should-" 

"It's alright. I'm with you. And here we go~" 

Haewon opened the door dragging you in as your eyes saw 6 girls eyeing you up and down. You gulped in both fear and anxiety. Haewon on the other hand was smiling ear to ear but Sullyoon saw who was beside her leader, Immediately gasped and said

"Ah, Mr. Park. It's nice to meet you." 

Sullyoon was the first one to greet you as the others followed soon. You also greeted them but your eyes landed on a familiar figure who was smiling softly. 

"Ah, Miss Yoon-ah. I Didn't know you were an Idol." 

Sullyoon giggled cutely as she nodded her head. 

"It's nice to see you again Mr. Park, I didn't know you were close with our leader." 

"I'm sorry, what now?" 

You inquired while the rest of the group laughed at your reaction. You looked to your side as Haewon sneered. It was here that you discovered Haewon was not a dance instructor. She was too pretty to be just a dancing instructor, and her voice was as silky as polished jade. You had to blink a few times as the knowledge hit you.

"Haewon you're an Idol?" 

"Oh No I'm a chef Y/n. Duh, of course I'm an Idol. Surprised?" 

She gave you a smug grin as you giggled and nodded. Everyone was listening and watching your reaction to the discovery, but their focus was on how your hand and their leader's hand were intertwined with yours. A smirk appeared on their faces as they all looked at each other, with the same thoughts in mind.. 

Days passed, and you and the rest of the group, particularly Sullyoon and Haewon, grew closer. Haewon was the sparkplug who brought vitality to your day, whereas Sullyoon was the peaceful girl who made you feel at ease. Obviously, you weren't a blind man, as you can see that both girls were vying for your attention. 

Sullyoon occasionally grows brave and clings to you as if you were a magnet enticing her. Haewon was secretly simmering with jealousy as she entered the fray and erupted with her own methods of capturing your attention, and boy did she succeed. When you were taking a break from writing your report on your laptop one day, Haewon came over to your side, essentially becoming your personal secretary. She was offering you beverages and food, encouraging you, and rubbing your shoulders. She was basically caring for you as a wife should. 

In all honesty, this interfered with your work, and you would occasionally spend your concentration on keeping Sullyoon, but particularly Haewon, in check by reminding them that you were here to work. But Haewon understands how to hug your heart and draw you closer to her. The simple things she does for you, such as helping you, talking to you, bringing you food, and sending you good morning and good night texts, really warm your heart.

But the conclusion of all this all arrives at one chance that Haewon will take. 

The promotions for NMIXX were finally completed, and as you expected, NMIXX's fame and popularity grew even more, while your company's investment increased significantly. It was a win-win situation for all parties, and with that, you were officially ready to file the final investment report and exit JYP Entertainment. As you packed your bag, you realized how much fun you'd had with the gang. Your face lit up with a little smile as memories passed before your eyes. But as you usually say 

"Que sera Sera." 

Grabbing your bag, you gazed around the practice room one more time, remembering the pleasant times you had laughing, eating, and telling stories with the others. You breathed deeply, knowing it was a great ride. But, as they say, all good things must come to an end. Grabbing the door handle, Haewon burst through it, her eyes sad. She bit her lips, holding the sorrow her heart was experiencing right now. 

"Y-Y/n... I... I..." 

Feeling the pain in her eyes, You pulled her close to you allowing her to hug you. Her arms held you like today was the last day on earth and you could feel her sobs carrying on the pain of letting you go. 

"Haewon, Why are you crying?" 

"J-Just b-because...I'll miss you... You know that.... Right?" 

Haewon said through sniffles as she looked up to you and you found her adorable. Her pig teary puppy eyes accompanied with her small frown, and her snot coming out of her nose made her adorable. You smiled as you pulled out your handkerchief and wiped her tears and snot. 

"Haewon, You can always message me, you know? It's not like we're not gonna see each other again." 

"B-But my schedule will be busy and I won't see you and..and…"

Haewon cried once again as she buried her face on your chest. You patted her back and comforted her for the meantime. It felt like hours for Haewon hugging you but in reality it was only 10 minutes. She pulled away with her eyes a little puffed as you smiled and said

"I'll be going now Haewon. Thank you, for everything." 

When you stated those words, you felt choked up since your emotions had suddenly surfaced. You departed swiftly, not wanting to exhibit your anguish, even though Haewon smiled and possibly gazed at you for the last time. She also felt regret because she knew now was the perfect time to confess, but she thought that letting you go was better. Her heart broke again when the sound of thunder boomed through the glass window. Haewon moved up to the chair and table in the room, watching the rain fall heavily on the ground.  

Haewon felt as if the universe was wiping the wounds on her heart with rain. She sighed and groaned as she let her head strike the table, making a slight Thud sound, but her skin felt scratchy against the table. Lifting her head, she noticed an envelope, and her interest was piqued. She opened the envelope and found your final report. She gasped as she realized you had left the most critical thing you needed. 

The final report. 

Haewon was about to go out and give you the envelope when a sense of realization hit her. 

"Shit, I don't know where he lives at"

Haewon grumbled, feeling frustrated and disappointed with herself. But Faith had different ideas for Haewon. Cupid did not want the story to finish here, so he pointed his arrow toward Haewon's head. Her eyes widened when she reopened the envelope.  

"Of course! The company's address is right here. But... It seems I have to deliver this tomorrow.."

The rain continued to fall, and lightning could be heard for miles. Haewon watched the rain fall, while you were soaking as you entered your flat. You weren't really aware of the weather tonight, but the rain made itself apparent. You quickly went to the bathroom to take a shower. Unfortunately, it was too late. Your inadequate immune system caused you to feel a heavy burden on your back as your body heated up. As you try to treat the illness by taking medication. You covered yourself in your blanket and hoped for the best.  

 

As the sun rose, Haewon stood in front of the firm building, holding your most crucial mail. She took a deep breath before entering the company building. Much to her surprise, the company building was different from JYPs in that everyone going past was dressed professionally rather than casually. People began to murmur when Haewon arrived, taking everyone by surprise. She didn't wear a mask or a huge hat; she showed her entire face. She then inquired about your department's location from the reception table, after which they directed her to the room. Haewon didn't hesitate to enter the elevator and soon the employee realized that Haewon was on the elevator, they all left just for Haewon to have the elevator by herself.

"Ah, the perks of being famous."

She thought to herself as the elevator doors opened, and Haewon walked confidently across the floor, surprising everyone. When Yeonjun looked up from his table and saw Haewon approaching them, he was shocked and perplexed. Yeonjun stood up, stopping Haewon in her steps.

"I'm sorry Ms. Haewon but only authorized people are allowed here." 

Yeonjun stood his ground as he took a sip from his drink. Feeling confident by herself, she chuckled and smiled towards the guy. 

"Oh didn't Y/n Mention? I'm his girlfriend." 

Yeonjun spit out his drink to his side, surprised by Haewon's unexpected allegation. Haewon's eyes widened as the liquid sprayed their Cheif, who happened to overhear her arrival. Yeonjun apologized promptly to the chief. 

"I'm so sorry chief!" 

The chief, bathed in Yeonjun's drink, simply waved his hand dismissively, more interested with what transpired between your journeys and how you managed to capture the heart of one of Oh Haewon's  

"I don't mind it Yeonjun. I'm more intrigued on how Y/n managed to captivate ms. Haewon here." 

Despite the uproar in the office, Haewon realized she had just caused a storm and a misunderstanding, but this was the only way to assist you. She was prepared to take the punishment she would receive later, but just now she didn't care.  

"Whatever will be, will be."

She thought to herself. But her vision saw an empty seat with your name on it. It piqued her interest seeing your absence. 

"Umm.. Where's Y/n?" 

"Ah, He's Apparently sick. Probably got caught by the rain yesterday." 

Yeonjun spoke as he cleaned up the mess he had caused on the floor. This quickly put Haewon into full worry mode. Despite her self-proclaimed status as your girlfriend, she has no idea where you live. But with her front face, she took a big breath and inquired about your location.  

"Yeonjun-ssi, do you know where he lives? I wanna take care of him" 

Hanni's bold statement made Yeonjun stop and have his eyes widened in surprise. He was about to say your address when an Idea popped into his head. He smirked as he stood up and laid out his plan. Haewon chuckled and agreed on the plan of Yeonjun. 

Today was the worst day for you. Not only did you become sick, but you also don't know where you put your final report, which damaged your chances of moving up in the firm. Your heart was broken, and nothing will change your frown right now. Everything was going so beautifully for Haewon, but everything else was falling apart.  

"I hate my life..."

You grumbled as you laid in your bed, thinking about what you should do next. Your phone rang, and it was a message from Yeonjun informing you that he had arrived at your door with food and beer. Yeonjun knew you were ill and tried to cheer you up. With a heavy feeling and a weak body, you stood up and approached the door, opening it.  

"Thanks Yeon-" 

"Gosh you look horrible. Let's fix that shall we. Hehe~" 

A familiar female voice made you look down and saw the girl that captured your heart. Her bright smile was still on her face despite the rain that was pouring on your surroundings. 

"H-Haewon what are you-" 

"Ummm Yeonjun Apparently can't come cause he was dragged to a blind date, So here I am. I brought chicken and medicine." 

You noticed the heavy bag she carried and you felt bad that a small girl like her had to carry such a bag. You reached down to help her but Haewon shook her head. 

"It's fine Y/n. I'm a strong woman, I have muscles on my arms. So, Umm... Can I come in?" 

You snapped out of your stupor and allowed Haewon to enter your apartment. Your apartment wasn't too huge or little. It was large enough to accommodate at least four people, and Haewon made herself at home. She hurriedly got out the chicken and soup she had bought earlier for you. Yeonjun's strategy was easy. Yeonjun would message you that he was going to visit you, but it was actually Haewon who came to you.

"Haewon I can help you-"

"Just stay in bed Y/n. Don't overwork yourself, cause today, you'll be taken care by the great NMIXX Leader, Oh Haewon. So feel blessed. I just don't do this to anyone you know.....except you" 

She mumbled the final part so you couldn't hear it. You lay back in your bedroom, wondering how Haewon knew about your condition, but there was a bigger problem at hand: it was your first time having a lady around, and you had no idea what to do. You began to overthink what to do, which just exacerbated your headache.  

"Heyy~ can you sit up Y/n? I got you food." 

Listening to her command, You sat up as Haewon setup the small foldable table on your bed. Her bright energy and smile really makes all your problems disappear. 

"You don't have to move Y/n. Imma feed you." 

You blushed at her words, wanting to decline her offer. But her bright and exuberant enthusiasm was too much to pass up, and she was offering after all. It isn't like you told her to do it. So you simply nodded your head as Haewon began feeding you. She took a spoon of the soup she had bought earlier and gave it a few blows with her mouth. Your eyes landed on her lips, which caused your heart to beat. 

"Say Ahhh~" 

You opened your mouth as Haewon gave you a  spoonful of the soup and you were surprised by how delicious it tasted. 

"Oh wow, Haewon this is delicious." 

Haewon giggled, and the sound made you grin. Haewon began feeding you while also telling you fascinating stories that never fail to make you laugh. Haewon was never boring to be around, but what about you? You're a boring guy in general. So it was a miracle that your fate became intertwined with Haewons. 

"By the way Y/n." 

"Yeah?" 

"You left your report yesterday on our practice room. So I gave it to your chief this morning along with Yeonjun-ssi. He's a nice guy." 

You felt at rest after hearing what Haewon said because Haewon had solved your biggest concern. Honestly, you began to wonder how you deserved someone like Haewon. But suddenly a thought occurred in your head. 

"Wait, the office isn't allowing anyone to enter. You need permission from me to enter." 

Haewon gulped as she knows that she has to confess everything starting from the time she fell for you. If fate once gave her an opportunity to confess before, today was her last chance to admit her feelings. It was now or never for Haewon as she took a deep breath. 

"Umm well you see....please don't get mad at me okay?" 

You can tell Haewon was trying to hide something as her bright energy was nowhere to be seen and her eyes were looking down trying to avoid your gaze. 

"I.....I…."

"You what?" 

Haewon had the words on her mind, but her body was hesitant to say them. Those are the words she wants to say. She was uneasy about expressing those things, but then she remembered her life motto. "Whatever will be, will be" . She simply decided to speak it, not caring about the ramifications in the future. 

"I told them that I'm your.... Girlfriend...." 

For a little period of time, the world seemed to stand still. Hearing the final word she said made you go back to the first time you met Haewon. Was fate actually making arrangements just for you at this moment? Or was it just a coincidence that everything came together at this exact moment?

Haewon began to feel trapped by the quiet, and tears began to rise up in her eyes. She understands that betting on fate can be risky, and today she would pay the price.  

"I-I'm sorry. I-I'll get going no-" 

You pulled Haewon to your embrace. This time, it was you who held her like it was the last day on earth as you didn't want to let her go. 

Who cares if faith played a part of all of this or if fate has more problems for you to face in the future. 

"Whatever Happens, Happens." 

Haewon widened her eyes when you said those words. She couldn't help but hug you back tightly. 

"I don't care what happens in the future, Haewon. But right now, all I care is what is happening now. I wanna focus on the present as the future can wait. All I want is this. For you to be in my arms. Call me selfish but I just want you in my arms right now Haewon. I have fallen too much for you that I can't let you-"

Haewon pulled away from you with tears streaming down on her face. Her bright smile has appeared as she said

"Que sera sera. I love you too Y/n." 

She leaned forward, bridging the gap between you two as her lips pressed against yours. Regardless of the soup and chicken sauce on your lips, Haewon kissed you with love and passion. Haewon began to chuckle as you kissed her forehead, and both of you pulled away.  

"I love you Haewon." 

"I love you more than myself Y/n." 

She hugged you tight as both of you were clinging to each other on your bed as a realization hit your thoughts. 

"Umm, You might get sick Haewon. You should-" 

"Stay and cuddle you? Absolutely." 

You chuckled at her comment. Your monotonous life was about to change because Haewon had won your heart. From one-sided love to meeting her crying, then meeting her again, and now she's holding you in your bed. It was certainly an exciting journey, but from now on. You are aware that your relationship will endure numerous challenges that will separate you from one another. The route will not be simple for either of you, but no matter what happens in the future, you will always stay true to your moto. 

“Que Sera Sera”

[secretly-tumb1r]

Roadtrip - hotch x reader part 2

part one

summary: when hotch finally sheds his stubbornness, he decides to drive back to Quantico from New York, in an attempt to rest his punctured eardrum. You couldn’t leave him without company, so you join him.

warnings: 18+ MDNI, age gap (hotch in his late 40s reader in her late 20s), unprotected sex (p in v) oral (fem receiving), no mentions of haley

a/u: thank you guys so much for the support on the first part of this, you’re all so so sweet💞 i truly hope you enjoy this part too💞 xoxo

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You’ve kissed people before, but never like Aaron. It was almost like you had been starved of his taste, and him of yours. The kiss was so rough and angry, angry at the fact you didn’t do this earlier. If you knew it would be this good, you would’ve jumped his bones the minute you saw him.

There was no doubt he was more experienced than you, he was a lot older too, but right now, you were both just as starved and as messy and impatient as the other.

The kiss was so impactful, you could feel your arousal start to pool in your panties. Looking for any sort of relief, you start grinding on his crotch, giving you easy access to it since you were straddling him while he was laying down. You could feel him get harder by the second and that only made you moan in his mouth.

He gently bit your lower lip as he moved down to kiss your jawline and lower to your neck, finding that sweet spot that made you arch your back and drop your jaw in a silent moan.

His lips explored your body as they reached your covered breasts. Big hands cupped both your tits as both index and thumb fingers pinched and rolled your nipples.

“fuck a-aaron”

“i know baby i know”

“please please” you were a moaning mess above him. He flipped you on your back so now he was on top of you, a coy smirk plastered on his face.

“what is it baby hm? cmon use your words sweetie”

the pet names made you wetter (if that was even possible) you needed him now.

“please f-fuck me aaron”

he chuckled deeply, laughing at how desperate you were. His hands moved down from your breasts to your lower stomach. He lowered himself on the bed on his stomach as he began to kiss your inner thighs.

“awh poor baby” he rubbed a finger on your clothed cunt, arousal seeping through it. “so wet” he looks mesmerised by your glossy panties. “all this for me huh baby?” you shook your head frantically and moaned, giving him the answer he wanted.

“don’t worry sweetie i’ll make it better” his big fingers hooked around the hem of your panties as he ripped them off in a sudden movement, the cool air hitting your weeping cunt, making you clench around nothing.

He pecked your swollen clit, and looked up in your eyes to see your reaction. Your head was thrown back, your hair messy. A bead of sweat rolled down your forehead, your body already so hot even thought nothing had happened yet.

He ran his tongue up and down your slit, gaining a hiss from your throat. He groaned. “fuck honey, you taste amazing” He started flicking his tongue up and down, he was a starved man and this was his last mean. Suddenly he put his finger up to your lips “suck” you gladly took it in and swirled your tongue around the tip of his finger, he let out a shaky breath as your spit coated his finger. He took it out your mouth with a ‘pop’ and teased your entrance.

Just as you were about to complain he he inserted his finger in your cunt, knuckles deep. His fingers were far bigger from yours giving you a pleasure you were never able to give yourself.

“you think you can take another one baby?” you nodded frantically and a low chuckle escaped him. He stretched you open when he added another finger, pleasure building deep inside your stomach.

His head lowered to suck on your clit, his touch was addictive. “fuck- ‘m close!” he started to pump his fingers faster as he looked up at you making eye contact. He looked too pretty between your legs, hair messed up and nose up aganist your pelvic bone. You could come just at the sight. Your hand flew to his hair as you started grinding on his face. Suddenly you felt it. You let go all over his face.

When he came up, his face looked delicious soaked in your arousal. He licked his lips and fingers clean as he kissed you deeply, allowing you to taste yourself, “please aaron need you inside” you managed to croak out between kisses.

Your hands flew to his pants button, undoing it quickly. “someone’s eager” he laughed and you could only moan.

You could see his bulge through his boxers, he looked so big.

Your mouth watered at the sight as you pulled down his boxers, his cock springing out proudly, leaking with pre cum.

“lay down baby” his gentle voice awakened something inside you, and you couldn’t help but do as he said.

His lips found your neck again as he aligned his tip with your entrance making you tense up. “relax honey” his hand started circling your nipple.

He finally thrusted into you, letting you accommodate to his size. He was massive, bigger than anyone else you’ve ever been with.

He started to move, picking out his pace, slow but steady. “aaron- faster please” you pleaded.

“oh you like it rough huh?” he cocked his eyebrow up. He flips you on your stomach pressing his large hand on your lower back to make your back arch.

You were a moaning mess. He rammed his cock in your pussy at an ungodly pace, hitting that spongy spot inside that made you mewl.

Aaron wasn’t the one to come quickly, but your sweet noises accompanied by the noises your sweet pussy was making around his cock was like a symphony, music to his ears.

His hands dug into your hips so hard he was sure it would leave marks. He wanted that. He wanted to mask you as his.

His strong hand moved to your front where he started circling your clit making you moan even louder.

“fu- aaron yes god! i’m gonna c-“ you interrupted yourself with pornographic moans.

“cmon baby let it go, make a mess on my cock.”

that was all you needed. You were sure you’d never had a better orgasm before, your pussy clenched around his cock making him cross the finish line too, you could feel thick spurts of come pairing your walls.

Aaron pulled out mesmerised by the mixture of your cums together. Two of his fingers collected the dripping come and pushing it back inside, groaning loudly. The overstimulation make you whinge.

After Aaron had cleaned you up and made you go to the bathroom (reid had told him about the dangers of utis after sex), you found yourselves cuddled in eachothers arms.

Your soft breathing acting like a sleeping pill for Aaron, and he was sure this was the best nights sleep he’s had in a while.

It became a problem that he tasted you because now he would never let you go.

OH MY GOD GUYS!! this was so hard to write😭 i love reading smut but writing it, not so much!! i gross myself out💔 HOPE YOU LOVED THIS PART please lmk down in the comments I LOVE YOU ALL SO SO MUCHHH💞💞 xoxo

@mrs-ssa-hotch

[achillean-heartbeat]

Listening to the AWTWB Baz playlist Rainbow Rowell has posted on spotify is... devastating.

i am in love with all of Rainbow's playlists and her annotations on her site. i absolutely love how much thought she puts into them in relation to her characters, and how much you can find Simon and Baz in their respective playlists.

But the AWTWB: Baz playlist, specifically, holds a special place in my heart...

The absolute fucking SOFTNESS from the first song till the very last... while listening i can SEE Baz cradling his own vulnerable bleeding heart in his hands and holding it out to Simon no matter the consequences...

I will never shut up about Rainbow's playlists for her characters. They're so good they make me weep everytime i listen.

Edit: Fuck it.

Here's all the specific lyrics in the AWTWB: BAZ playlist by Rainbow Rowell on spotify that made me physically clutch my heart from pain (and love. For Baz.):

"We thought love was something, we weren't meant to find, but now you're a stranger"

"but you don't remember, August honey, you were mine."

"I can't forget those earlier days, when i was in your heart, Now you take my hand, and it's as cold, as when you speak."

"Cannot count the ways you used to love me, But I can count the ways you used to try"

"The cries are just the start, To a fallen angel, While one hand takes the cross, Another lights the candle"

"would you feel, together and inebriated, enabling of a fable, we were never meant to be but together."

"I want say what lovers say to you, I want to feel what lovers feel with you, I want to do it with you. Would you be my lover?"

"Remember the time you told me love was touching souls, Surely you touched mine 'cause part of you pours out of me."

"You're in my blood, you're my holy wine. You taste so bitter and so sweet. Oh I could drink a case of you darling"

"You felt shelter somewhere in me, I find great comfort in you, And I keep you safe from harm, You hold me in your arms"

"I've got your back, And though, it's stacked against us, I've got your hand, It's us against consensus, And I will burn, The people who hurt you"

"You know it's time that we, Grow old and do some shit, I like it all that way"

"Won't you please let me go?, These words lie inside they hurt me so, I've Lost you, I've Lost you, I've Lost you."

"Please don't let me hit the ground, Tonight I think I'll walk alone, I'll find my soul as I go home."

"Looking out at endless snow, Waiting in the silence, If you won't spill your heart, I'll chase you for the worst you owe."

"You are the answer to my question, You are my accomplice in a crime."

"In the twilight they danced and played, The fireflies they go light like cray, In the dreaming we struck each other, and prayed, for pain."

"Two melting candles against the sun, Modern angels they broke our wings in the wind, For what?"

"But when I'm asleep, I want somebody, Who will put their arms around me, And kiss me tenderly"

"Who knows how long I've loved you, You know I love you still, Will I wait a lonely lifetime, If you want me to, I will."

The more i listen to this playlist, the more i cry, the more i ache over baz and the unconditional love this boy, this man, holds in his heart.

Thank you @rainbowrowell.

[insomniasdelusion]

HI!!! i ADORE your writing style! 😋😋 i’ve never really asked for requests before so sorry if this is a little awkward, too specific, or too vague ^^

can you do a twisted sprout x gn reader? maybe sprout is on the kitchen floor reminiscing about his days with cosmo and the reader (the ichor still fogs his memory at times..) and the reader tries to comfort him even though he’s still a twisted?

thank you again!

Rraaah! I love this lots! And please- you can never be to specific it really helps me right actually QvQ

Twisted! Sprout x Reader

Warnings: growling, twisted toons, a little sad :<

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“Whhhy did I think this was a good idea??”

You whisper to yourself as the elevator slid down to what felt like your doom, you had made to nearly floor sixteen now. Alone. Stars did you hate it!! You had done this to take some pressure off the others back but it didn’t make it any less scary to see.. the twisted version of your friends.

The soft ding broke you from your starting to spiral thoughts, letting a small huff you walked into the bakery, lovely. You’re glad the lights didn’t decide to switch out on you-

Wandering out you went to go work on the first machine in sight, making sure to peek around the counter tops as to not get caught. You made that mistake earlier, your side still hurts..

As you walked around going through machine to machine you hadn’t seen any twisteds! Like, any. nada. zilch. It made your stomach feel funny and your heart race.. like something worse could happen. As you walked around the oddly empty space, searching for the last extractor there was a quiet sound going off not to far away?

..crying?

Your better judgement clouded, you walked towards the noise, it was odd? Like the person was hyperventilating or choking while crying? You couldn’t imagine they were okay, at all. You carefully peaked your head around the corner, eyes widening slightly your heart wrenching.

“Sprout..?”

You spoke, like your mouth had gained a mind of its own, it didn’t even feel like you said it. The said twisted jerking his head up, hate blazing like a fire in his amber colored eyes. It seemed he was caught off guard, a ichor coated vine sprouting from the floor, thorns coating the tendril like attack wrapping around your ankle dragging you down to the ground with a thud, a low gurgling sounded from the twisted toon.

“Wait- wait- SPROUT PLEASE-“

You yelled in a panic, terror clear, you didn’t want to die but you didn’t want to be a twisted either! You wanted to be you, you didn’t want to hurt people! Especially not your friends!! You could feel tears pooling in your eyes, fear griping your heart.

After a moment, nothing else hit, you peak one of your eyes.. you hadn’t realized you even closed them? Looking at the red ichor stained torso your eyes travel up to the face of your mutated friend, the same black liquid eating away at his body spilled from his body, the red in his eyes now a faded light pink staring down at you.

“S-sprout-?”

You croak nervously, the only response you get is a flick of his wobbly eyes moving to look towards your own. The monstrous looking toon then leaning down, getting onboard his knees to get closer to your level his giant black covered hand shakily reaching towards you flinching slightly with each movement you made. He gurgled, seeming to struggle with any words, his best ways of communicating were growls, whines, really noises a dog could make.. had this really been what he was reduced to..? Struggling to live in his own body..?

His hand carefully moved around, softly pulling you closer yet with a clear hesitance, he didn’t know when he’d go foggy again, when everything would fog into the white blistering pain again. Seeing you gave him some of his sentience, he was so so happy to see you.. but at the same time terrified to hurt you. The tears plopped onto your shoulder as the giant toon curled around you, the previous weeping noises coming back.

“O-oh.. oh Sprout.. it’s okay, you’re.. I’m here.. I’ll stay so you won’t be alone.”

You whispered, unsure of what to do to help, you leaned your head on him, softly moving to give him a hug to the best of your abilities at least. You could feel the oddly warm sticky substance of the ichor stick to you, it made you cringe but you could suffer with it for a little while.

Sprout snuggled into you a little more, it reminded him of when you, him, and Cosmo would have sleepovers. You all always somehow ended up into a cuddle pile, that was one of the clearest memories Sprouts had in a while. He cried harder knowing he could never do that again.

You could feel your own tears coming, the empty feeling in your chest of this truly being the last time you’ll ever talk to Sprout, hug him, just be with him filled you with dread. You never wanted to lose him but this feels worse than if you had, instead you have to watch him rot away with nothing to do. No way to help.

“I-I’ll fix this.. okay? We’ll find a way to help you all, I promise Sprout.”

You couldn’t tell if you were lying to him or yourself, maybe both? You didn’t even know where to start with all this: but.. you could try couldn’t you? False hope could still spark a flame, right?

“I promise.”

You whispered, as you held him, you could feel him trembling. Assumedly from pain, you couldn’t imagine how horrible he felt, the desperation or dread he felt.

“I love you..”

“..I always will.”

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I hope this is up to par! I was a little tired doing it so apologize if you don’t like it- QvQ

[loverafey]

look at me ! afab!reader

ꕀ warnings - smut, brief mention of typical violent intrusive thoughts for rafe, rough and then gentle, unestablished relationship, poor guy's just having the worst day ever :( wc - 667.

you didn’t know how to label the relationship you and rafe had.

it wasn’t exactly friends with benefits, definitely not dating. perhaps something in between, something much more worse? much to your dismay, you knew you felt something for him. sometimes you wondered if he did too. he had become so vulnerable with you in the past few weeks, whispering secrets unbeknownst to anyone else, speaking stuff about his father that he never dared to bring up to anyone else. not his sister, not his close friend. no one but you. that had to make you special, right?

although tonight, it was different. he wasn’t soft or vulnerable, he was angry — frustration threatening to burst out after a deal gone wrong, everything gone wrong — and you were the willing subject of it.

big hands roughly gripped your sides, not too hard to bruise you for now as his cock pistoned in and out your weeping hole, your throbbing clit neglected. it was clear that he was chasing after his own pleasure, wanting to get his mind off from everything that was plaguing it.

disappointment and not being taken seriously pissed him off to the core, and that man from earlier who subtly mocked him this morning while talking over some deal made him want to do nothing but grab that guy and bash his head over and over on the table. a satisfactory sight that would’ve been, but he was not going to do that shit anymore. he had promised himself to change for the better, and then perhaps, perhaps, he could properly talk about his feelings to you one day. make you his forever.

never let you catch the slighest glimpse of the violence ensuing in his fucked up mind.

watching the way your eyes rolled back and squeezed shut at his harsh thrusts alongside your shaky and loud whimpers, his annoyance just flared. “look at me.”

you hadn’t heard him properly, mind already having melted to mush from the overwhelming pleasure spreading through your body, mouth agape. your attention only snapped at him when you felt his hand gripping the side of your face, his thumb taking advantage of your parted lips and pushing right in, pressing against your tongue.

“i said fucking look at me.”

your eyes soon met his, your vision somewhat bleary. he just looked so beautiful, cheeks notably flushed and his skin glistening a bit, orange hues colouring his skin due to the light from the sun setting outside the window flowing in. his brows were drawn together, grunts leaving his lips. he’d always been loud.

“good. i like it better when you look at me.” he huffed, fingers tracing their path down to your neck, caressing there gently. “no one makes you feel like this, yeah? no one but me.” it was like a plea for approval.

“yes..!” it was so hard to speak, your voice mixing in with a moan once you felt his cock bump against your sweet spot again, your legs trembling, aching from exhaustion. “only you, rafe.” your hands soon came to cup his face. his hips stuttered at that, eyes softening. god, he just wanted to cry, but not in front of you. not yet.

“mmh, yeah?” he breathed out hoarsely, leaning down to press a soft kiss on the side of your mouth. intimacy — a concept so sickening yet warming to him. something he was only willing to commit with you.

you nodded, tilting your head slightly so you could keep looking at him, memorising the way his brows visibly relaxed, his eyes just staring right into you.

“just… just keep looking at me.” his hand gently wrapped around your throat, not squeezing by any means, a simple hold. it felt nice, and you hummed, feeling his other hand slip between your legs, helping you reach your peak by rubbing the bundle of nerves. “need to see your face when you cum.”

fuck, all he needed was you to forget about his horrible day. his baby.

[haggishlyhagging]

Mother says the doctor let her hemorrhage all through the night I was born. The pool of blood that splashed around her hips on the rubber sheet until morning is symbolic to me of the life she, and her mothers before her, have bled away for others—making vampires of their husbands and children and leaving their own inner selves anemic and ravaged.

Dad first saw her in the summer of 1923, galloping bareback over the Idaho plains in men's overalls, her hair whipping behind her. Because there were so few sons and so many daughters in the Howell family, Mom helped with the outdoor farm work. The labor was often so heavy and so almost impossibly hard that it made the small, slender girl weep as she did it. Despite that, Mom still preferred it to the work of the women in the house: the endless cooking and scrubbing, sewing, soapmaking, preserving. Just washing clothes was a superhuman feat, boiling water over an outdoor fire and stirring and wringing and hanging and ironing—a two-day chore that had to be done every week by all the women of the house.

Her mother, short and plump and silent, was the first one up in the morning to build the fire, put the bread in to bake, and prepare the huge breakfast, and the last one to bed at night. Mom says her mother was always tired and didn't talk much, but confided to her once that she only wanted to live to get her children grown and then to die. She got her wish. Mom's father, whom Mom idolized, lived through two more wives after her mother died.

Mom filed all this away in her unconscious.

Late one summer night, three years ago, in the kitchen of my house in Virginia where womanhood finally found and claimed me, for the first time my mother looked squarely at what it had meant in her life to be female. On the farm in Woodruff, she confided, the men came in from their work at dark, ate supper, sat around and talked a little, perhaps, and then went off to bed, while the women, who had been up in the morning before the men, wearily washed the dishes (without soap, so the water could be fed to the pigs) and got to bed an hour or two later. I asked her what she thought of her near-perfect father for behaving this way. Her eyes filled with tears and she whispered, "It wasn't fair."

Since that night she has regained some of her defenses against recognizing the blatant injustices of such a system, so when I've reminded her of what she told me that night, she's insisted that she hadn't remembered correctly, and that her father often had helped with the dishes and had not gone to bed leaving the womenfolk still hard at work. But I remember that night in my kitchen and the terrible things that were dawning upon both of us, and I know she remembers what was required of her as a girl. After a bonebreaking day in the fields, she was to drag her exhausted body and her screaming muscles about the kitchen to help the women with the supper and the washing up while the men were allowed—even expected and encouraged—to rest. And despite going to bed two hours later than the men, she had to arise earlier than they did the next morning to begin it all over again. There was no rest for the women—only endless drudgery until the children were reared, and then death.

-Sonia Johnson, From Housewife to Heretic

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Please - Quinn Hughes x ofc

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Title: Please

Author: Tory / @tkwrites 

Relationship: Pre-established: Quinn Hughes x Sarah Roberts

Summary: After they finally move in together, Sarah follows through with Quinn's request for her to edge him.

Warnings: smut (18+ only), unprotected sex (wrap it up unless you're in a consenting relationship!) p in v, fingering (f receiving), oral (m and f receiving), edging, orgasm denial, slight domination, sub Quinn

Word count: 2,600

Comments: The idea for this came to me in the wee morning about two weeks ago. I started writing right away, and it kind of took on a life of its own. It's beyond smutty and a little outside my usual wheelhouse and comfort zone. All the same, I hope you enjoy! If you do, please let me know by commenting, reblogging, or sending in an ask! Your feedback gives me so much inspiration to keep writing.

Please

A Quinn & Sarah Snapshot

“Sarah,” Quinn begged, “Sarah, please.” 

She ignored him, continuing to trace her mouth over his left thigh. 

A moan that was thoroughly pornographic — laced with frustration and desire — left his mouth. 

“Sarah,” he said again, hips shifting up. 

He was going to die. She was going to kill him if he didn’t get some relief. 

Looking past his hard, weeping member, she found him flushed and sweaty, mouth contorted into a sort of pleasured grimace as he held on for her. 

A pang of guilt twisted her stomach before she reminded herself he wanted this. 

Still, she decided, it had been enough. 

She was moving. Thank god, she was moving. Her stomach brushed against his cock as she crawled over him, and he breathed a deep sigh. It wasn’t as good as her mouth or her core, but at this point, anything touching, anything garnering even a little bit of relief was better than nothing. 

Her mouth dipped to his neck, and he whimpered, gripping the silk ties to keep himself from rutting against her. He’d made that mistake earlier in the night, and it had resulted in a sharp admonition, a disappointed look, and caused her to not put her mouth on him again until he’d made her come another time. 

The memory of it made him tremble. “Sarah, please.”

She pulled away, looking into his face as she swept his sweaty hair back. “Please what?” she asked innocently. 

“Can I come? Please?” 

A soft smile spread over her lips, and hope ignited inside him. 

It wavered when she paused, a thoughtful look on her face. 

“I don’t know,” she said, finally. 

He didn’t know how much longer he could possibly last. 

When he’d asked her for this, he hadn’t expected…well he wasn’t totally sure what he’d expected. He certainly hadn’t expected her to slide into the part so easily. Sarah could be sassy, but it wasn’t her usual way of being. He couldn’t deny that seeing her this way brought out a heavy, thick desire in him he’d never experienced. 

He’d never been edged before, never dominated like this, but he’d thought about it so often in their many weeks apart that summer. This fantasy of her in charge made its way into the regular rotation when he was missing her. When he finally moved back and she finally moved in, he asked her for it, the prospect that it could become a reality too consuming to resist.

Now that it was really happening, he had no idea where all his restraint was coming from. He supposed all the conditioning for hockey probably played a role. 

“Do you think you deserve it?” 

He nodded fervently. 

“Tell me.” 

“I’ve been good,” he said, voice even more husky. 

“You have been very good,” she consented but didn’t do or say anything else. 

He would have to plead his case. “I made you come so many times.”

“How many?” she asked, mouth dangerously close to his ear. 

The lustful haze surrounding his brain made it hard for him to think. He couldn’t forget how close her skin was to his, how hot her breath felt on his cheek. 

“How many, Quinn?” she repeated as her tongue trailed from the bottom of his ear to the bottom of his neck. A streak of fire whipped down his spine. 

The first time had been on his cock right at the beginning of the night. She’d tied his wrists to the bed, one near each corner, with two swaths of silk she seemed to produce out of thin air. She then climbed on top of him, lubed him up and sunk onto him without any kind of preamble. 

He had thought watching her ride him without being able to touch her — forced to watch her slip and circle her own fingers over her clit — while holding himself back as she fluttered around him, squeezing him within an inch of his life, was torture. 

It turned out he had no idea what was to come. 

A short while after that was the rutting incident. He’d almost shot off, slicking himself through her soft, smooth center as she kissed his neck torturously slow. The pleasured noise that left his throat couldn’t be stopped, and she’d darted away with a rebuke before he could actually come.

As his penance, she’d untied his right hand so he could get her off as she knelt next to him, knees spread wide so he could see her glistening core take his fingers so well. Watching her come undone, head thrown back, one arm behind to hold herself up while the other hand massaged her own nipples, he swore he could have come right along with her without her even touching him. 

His train of thought was interrupted as the palm of her hand slipped over the front of his hip, trailing a soft touch by the base of his shaft. His whole body twitched.

“How many?” she repeated.

Pride washed over him, remembering the way he had brought her to climax before she tied his hand down again. He’d begged to clean his fingers, desperate to taste her. Instead, she’d hovered over him so he could drink her nectar straight from the source. He’d thrust his tongue into her and felt like he might just waste away if he didn’t get his dick in her soon. 

How long ago had that been? It felt like hours. 

“Three,” he gasped. 

Sarah could practically see his thoughts as the fascinated, hungry expression he wore when he watched her come ghosted over Quinn’s beautiful face.

“You’re sure?” 

He nodded fervently. There had been at least three. He forced his mind into coherent memory, trying to decipher if he’d fantasized one of them. 

“I could have sworn it was four.” 

“You would know better,” he conceded quickly. Maybe he’d missed one, too concentrated on not coming himself. 

She hummed, looking him over as she trailed a hand up his chest. His skin had taken on the most beautiful pink flush in the hazy light filtering through the rain splattered windows. His chest rose and fell in steep little jerks. He really was rock hard, pre-come dripping and dribbling onto his pelvis, sweaty and slick. 

Despite being tied down for so long, he still resisted the restraints, pulling the silk taut before fatigue would set into his arms, and he had to rest for a moment. It was as if he couldn’t help himself. Like the desire to touch her was just too strong. As he went through this routine again, dropping back to the mattress panting, she decided it had been long enough. 

“You’re such a good boy, Quinn.” 

She’d never imagined those words coming out of her mouth, but when he told her he liked it as they started talking about this whole edging idea, she’d found them easier and easier to say. Especially after seeing the pride and pleasure that took over his face each time they left her lips. 

He whined and nodded his agreement. 

“I think you’ve earned some relief,” she said. 

Thank god. His chest caved in a deep sigh. Oh, thank God.

“Do you want my mouth?” 

He nodded. 

“Or my pussy?” 

He nodded again, biting his lip as if the very idea of having her wrapped around him was bringing him too close to the edge. 

“You can’t come in both.”

He’d been hard so long, it felt like he might just stiffen right back up so he could. If only. 

On second thought, that might actually kill him.

“M-mouth first,” he finally managed to say, “but I want to come inside you.”

“Okay,” she agreed, “Okay.” 

She shifted back to kneel between his legs, and he ventured to ask, “will you untie me?” 

“Not yet,” she said before fastening her hot mouth to him. 

She sucked the pre-come off his shaft, her tongue flat against him in long, slow strokes, savoring the taste. 

A groan rang through the room, loud, earnest, and laced with relief and gratitude. 

When she took him deep and his hips jumped, she didn’t even admonish him. He’d earned a little bad behavior. He’d been so patient. 

She worked back to his tip, suction and tongue so intense it felt like she might just suck the very life out of him.

His eyes rolled back, lashes fluttering when she pulled off him with an audible pop. Restraint he didn’t know he had somehow held him back from coming.

She straddled him. He felt beyond grateful. Beyond turned on. Beyond anything he’d ever felt in his life. He felt like his skin might just melt off, it was so hot. 

Forcing his eyes to stay open, he watched her lower herself onto him, watched himself disappear into her tight heat, watched her mouth fall open in a silent scream. 

He was already pulsing. Or maybe that was her. It was hard to tell whose body was whose when they were fused together this way. 

She leaned forward to work the tie on his left wrist undone. 

Taking advantage of her position, he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, relishing the shiver that ran through her, right to her core. If he got enough pleasure flowing through her veins, she would come faster, and he wouldn’t have to hold on as long. 

She sat back up, shifting him a little deeper.

His eyes rolled back. “Sarah, please —” 

“Just one more time,” she whispered. “As soon as I come, you can.”  

Sarah was already so sensitive. Too sensitive, really, to be taking him again. She hadn’t planned on coming four times. She hadn’t really planned on anything other than teasing him, but it became obvious how much he enjoyed watching her come as he held himself back. So she’d come. Once on his cock, and twice on his fingers. She’d planned to be done then, thinking she’d suck him off as a finale, but the way he’d fought to get his fingers to his mouth, begging to taste her, made desire ripple to life in her once more. 

Taking advantage of his prone state to fulfill a fantasy of her own, she lowered her center to his mouth. As his tongue thrust into her, the bridge of his lovely nose had pressed against her clit, bringing her to a climax that was beyond anything she’d experienced. 

Now that his length was inside her again, rigid and twitching, electricity shivered through her, walking a thin line between pleasure and pain. 

“Quinn,” she breathed. 

He moaned. 

“Quinn, you need to be really gentle.”

His head jerked in a nod. “What do you want?” he rasped. 

God, his voice lit her on fire. How could this much desire be coursing through her again? “Make me come, Quinn.” 

“Fuck,” he breathed reverently.

She’d only untied his left hand. He was glad to have it below his head, but it felt like a useless tool. He fumbled, trying to make the non-dominant, blood starved fingers work the way he wanted them to. Winding to the apex of her thighs. He ghosted his thumb over her, barely touching. 

“Oh,” she moaned. 

Once he found the right spot, on the sensitive underside of her clit, he rested the pad of his thumb there, providing direct, gentle pressure she could move against. Her eyes rolled back and she flexed around him. He devoured the pleasure that rolled across her face. 

Just a little while longer, he told himself. Just a few more seconds. Then, a few more after that.

“Fuck me, that feels so good, Quinn.” 

God, he wanted to be the only one who got to fuck her for the rest of his life. 

It didn’t take long. She was so sensitive and so turned on from the whole night that it felt like he just needed to flip a switch, and she was coming undone again. The look he was giving her: loving, lustful, and proud was the final catalyst, sending her careening over the edge.

As soon as she constricted around him twice, he was gone. Done for. 

Shouting his pleasure, he came harder than he ever had in his life. His whole body tensed, hips thrust up, desperate to get more of himself inside her. 

“Quinn,” she moaned. “Oh, yes.” 

She collapsed on top of him.

Feeling the release of his orgasm unknot his muscles, he tried to catch his breath. It was a good thing he didn’t have practice the next day. He would need time to recover from this. 

A while later (time had lost its importance) she pushed herself up, hands on either side of his shoulders. 

He whined but didn’t try to stop her as she lifted her hips. 

They both hissed at the loss. 

Before slipping off the bed to clean up, she leaned over and undid the other tie. Smoothing her thumb over the soft inside of his wrist, she murmured, “you did so good. You were so good to me, Quinn.” 

He made a pleased little noise. 

She slipped off the bed, going to the bathroom and cleaning herself up before coming back to him with a glass of water. By that time, he’d recovered enough to sit up against the headboard.

“Do you want to take a shower?” she asked.

How could she think about something so mundane? He was busy trying to relive the entire evening. He gulped the water and thought about her noises, the way she felt. 

Remembering it made him twitch with desire. It wasn’t too surprising when it hurt a bit.

Once he took a deep breath and let it out again, mirroring the same thing he did after winding down from a game, Sarah knew he was ready to talk. 

“Do you want to shower?” she repeated. 

He should, but his legs felt like lead. Screwing up his determination, he gulped the last of the water before nodding. 

“Did I do okay?” she asked as he slipped to the edge of the bed, his hand trailing over one of the silk ties. 

His eyes darted to hers, worried she somehow thought different. “You were perfect.” 

And she had been. Bossy and assertive, but her same loving tenderness was still there, under all that. She was still Sarah, she’d just put on a costume for the night.

Once the water was warmed up, she pulled him into the shower with her.

He let her soap him up, loving her gentle caresses with her loofah. She was even using her vanilla soap, and the smell surrounded them, replacing the sweaty, musky smell of sex with the lighter, sweeter fragrance he associated so much with her. 

When she moved on to washing his hair, he practically moaned as his fatigued legs shook. “You’re going to put me to sleep,” he murmured. 

Sarah giggled and continued scratching her nails over his scalp. 

He rinsed off and took over the loofah to soap her up, carefully memorizing the contours of her body. 

Finally out of the shower, they did the after shower things, and Quinn helped Sarah replace the sheets. 

Settling back into the soft bed, Sarah asked, “Do you feel okay?” 

“Never better,” he said, a dopey little smile taking over his face.

She pressed a kiss to his forehead, pulled the blankets up, and brought him against her for a well-deserved night of rest. 

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for the event: washing eachother’s hair with shiu? (Unrelated to the prompt but wanted to share the thought of how handsome he’d be in a light autumn coat 😭 )

Ohhhhhhh don't I know it 😭😭😭😭😭 he is sooooo very handsome he would look so fine and fancy in an autumn coat and just about anything 🔥🥰 thank you dearest nonnie for that lovely thought hehe 💕 TY for requesting 🖤💐 my Flufftober requests are open all October 🎃

"a sight right there..."

CW: xFEM!READER, suggestive, nudity, minors dni, fluff, mention of blood , smoking

Words: 1.5k

The cascade of ample raindrops on the roof of your ornate home was competing with the steady stream of free flowing water from your shower. A nighttime soak to wash away your worries and unwind slowly from another hard day of being the adored and devoted wife of Shiu Kong. Not expecting him for many hours, you took your time today and spoiled yourself in all of the best ways possible. 

Shiu opens the door,  weary and exhausted pants exiting his mouth, moving as though his limbs were made of molasses as he removed the trenchcoat with one damning stain on the front pocket, kicking off his shoes slowly at the door and trudging towards the laundry chute as he chucked his sins promptly down it. 

He combed a stressed hand through his hair and sighed as he reached for the pack of cigarettes in his pocket, squeezing tightly then letting go in feeble defeat, tossing it on the counter as it could not have been ten minutes since his last partaking. He strode back to the hallway, seeking the more tangible release in the form of his adoring wife whom he surmised was indulging in an evening rinse just up the stairs. 

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The steam of the shower drapes fog around your figure as you lean back and sigh. The temperature rolling from faucet to skin and settling deep inside your bones. Unknown to you, your husband stares at you from across the bathroom, lips parted and eyes hooded as the sight in front of him works quickly to rid his head of any woes that plauged it earlier. The water trickled and hugged your contours like a creek, with you the supple earth underneath it.

His mouth practically waters as the drops chase one another, creating weeping trails until they land and roll off of the curves of you he adored so much. A literal sea goddess plucked from an island of water nymphs. The kind of body men used to start wars over. 

"Now there's a sight right there..."

You sense him without seeing him and turn with a beam as your bewitched Shiu walks up to the clear glass. 

"Hi baby, won't you join me?" 

"Gladly, dollface..." He responds as his tie is already loosened. 

You smile and watch from the warmth of the shower at the sight of your husband stripping down, a smirk on his face and a look that certainly portrays a series of scenarios going off in his mind of what he'd do when the distance was finally closed off between you. 

As he steps in, your brow temporarily falls in concern, "Honey, you've got..." 

Shiu's hand wanders to his cheek. "Dammit...." He hissed as the bloodstain coated his hand, smudging like ink. "Dammit dammit dammit....." 

"No, let me..." 

He flinches but the sureness of the grip of your hand convinces him to relax as you guided his hand underneath the water, calmly washing it away. Shiu's breath grew slower and slower as the stain cleared, bubbling down the drain. 

"You know I hate when you see me like this..." He muttered, eyes cast downward in shame. 

"And you know it doesn't bother me as much as you think it does, my love...," you retorted gently. 

The illicit nature of his profession was no secret to you. Shiu didn't think twice about getting his hands dirty before, but when you came into his life, it mortified him the idea of someone as precious and innocent as you being mixed up with the complicated messes he found himself in. So he tried to separate them, at whatever cost. But he was floored at how accepting and loving you were anyway. How much grace you afforded him and loved him like it was breathing. 

When he was clean, you hummed as your hands trailed all over his body, his frame and lean muscle you committed to memory on countless occasions across countless days yet seemed to start over anew bringing something you had not yet uncovered with it each time you embarked. 

"Close your eyes..." You hum gently as you back Shiu underneath the water before reaching for the bottle of his shampoo, cedarwood scent filling the space between the fog on the glass. It seeps into his midnight tresses of his scalp and trickles to the dark stubble on his neck, his chest. You take in the sight of your husband at peace as he gently throws his head back, succumbing to the spell of your fingers as they work into his hair, removing worry and leaving peace in their diligent wake. 

"That's nice..." His eyes stay closed as his hands run up and down your hips, loving the way the skin underneath them has turned to silk under the meniscus of the water. "You got magic in your fingertips, dollface."

"Just doing what I can to help my darling husband," you murmur. 

Soon you admire your completed handiwork as Shiu looks down at you, those deep darkened eyes like a starless night seeking the cosmos that were embedded in yours. 

"Wash mine too?" You softly request. 

"Don't need to ask me twice," Shiu whispers. 

Before he begins, he cups both sides of your neck and brings you in, uniting you with the warmth of his wet lips. Soft, tender, and unspoken as the kiss inevitably deepens, the steam of the shower and bare skin left more tantalizing by the water bringing you closer together as your tongues become a little more seeking, hands a little more exploratory. 

When you break it, a feeble whimper squeezes past his lips, mourning the loss of you. 

"That's for later, darling. The night isn't going anywhere." 

Shiu smiles at you, shaking his head and accepting his defeat with a subtle bite of his lip. "You're a damn minx, dollface." He brings you closer so your body is flush against his. "But I've always been a patient man. My turn to wash you." 

You smile and tilt your head back, taking your turn for the water to douse you completely, while the florals and marula oil of your shampoo and conditioner work in tandem with your husband's careful fingers. 

Shiu had a technique to it, somehow the crests of his knuckles were more precise and methodical while the tips of his fingers were lightweight and purposeful like a paintbrush. You could still hear the storm outside, October raindrops relentless with the arrival of the wet season, further endearing you to the warmth of the shower and the touch of your beloved Shiu. 

He hummed gently, "Your Song" by Elton John reassuring against your ear. Unknown to many, your husband could carry quite a tune, but you did not mind if that fact remained only known to you. 

 And when the embrace of the fresh sheets on your bed claimed you at last, your basset hound, Stella in a caramel blob at your feet, brewing nighttime tea, and some warming pumpkin cookies since both of you were feeling more indulgent, mindless reruns on the television, you could not sink into anything but just one another. 

"How bout we go into the city tomorrow, dollface?" He says softly as his fingers touch your nape intermittent between long drags on his cigarette. "See a movie and share that popcorn you love so much...get some pasta together." 

"Oh, I'd love that baby, could we?" 

"It's a date, baby." 

"Oh Shiu..." His name from your lips like undying melody. "You make stars fall from the sky just for me." 

Shiu grins widely. "You're such a poet baby..." His lips press against your neck, enjoying that shampoo scent that lingered there, a couple damp strands of hair by your ear tickling the edge of his nose. "You been reading too much of those romance novels." 

"That one came from me, darling." You smile. "Your love has a way of doing that. I can't help being in love with my husband." 

"My mistake, dollface." His gaze like the latent fire burning in front of you underneath your walnut mantle. "All beautiful things come from you. Everything is better after you've touched it." 

"Awhh, I see my poetry is rubbing off on you, darling." 

"Well, you lit up my world the second you walked into it, dollface. How can I be anything but the lovesick fool I am?" 

"That's a very eloquent way of saying you're getting laid tonight, but I think you knew that already." You tease. 

"There you go again, making my heart jump outside my chest." He purrs as he extinguishes his cigarette, replacing it with the calmly building flame within him. You could not tell if the smoke or the eternal pull between you was responsible for the huskyness in his voice, but it didn't matter. 

"Get closer, baby..." 

And the raindrops could not drown out the passionate love that unfolded in that room by the fire, rather the dark and sensual backdrop as the autumn night bowed into late hours, the shake of the wind prompting streaks of red, orange, and green melding among the indigo of the night to settle into a heap outside the window of your tranquil home. 

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[dailydoseofsluttythoughts]

Kinktober - Day 3

Temperature play- Choso Kamo

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Soft whimpers and the slick wetness of your hands steadily moving up and down his cock were the only sounds emitted in the room.

Earlier that evening, you and Choso had come upon the topic of temperature play. Both of you were intrigued at the idea and had made a trip to the ‘adult’ store around the corner.

You were thinking he was going to try this on you, but much to your surprise, he wanted to be at your mercy tonight. So, you pulled out your trusty shibari ropes, tying him up with his hands behind his back, kneeling on your shared bed with a blind-fold wrapped tightly around his eyes.

You had a bright red candle in your right hand as your left hand worked his cock. Letting the wax drip onto his pale skin was more satisfying than you ever thought it would be. The cute squeals of pleasure he was letting out weren’t helping either.

You had been edging him for almost an hour now, many drops of wax already dried onto his skin, leaving a smooth reminder of his masochism. 

“That feel good Cho? You like when I treat you like a whore, huh? Want me to make you come, baby….. Uh huh, I know, I know,” You couldn’t stop the words from leaving your mouth, he just looked so good right now. 

“Yuh-yes! Wan’ you to make me come- please, baby, I’ve been good, please?”  His words sent heat straight to your core. Your slick cunt now clenching around nothing. 

“Such a good boy Cho” You cooed, moving your hand faster, abandoning the candling in turn of giving your love what he’s craving. 

His hips stuttered up into your hand, chasing sweet release. A cry left his plump, wet lips as his pace picked up and he began to lose his rhythm, and just as fast, you removed your hand from his weeping manhood. 

“N-no, no- baby please, please lemme cum-  need to-! Need to come for you baby”  He begged, frowning at the sinister smile on your face. 

You slid a well manicured finger, up his clavicle, to his chin, tilting his head up to look at you. You lifted off his blind fold, meeting his perfectly teary-eyed gaze. He looked so fucking cute like this. Cock drooling almost as much as his mouth was. His eyes blurry and blinking away fat, say tears as he waited for your answer for his plea.

“The only way you're coming tonight, is if it’s inside me” The tone you used told him this wasn’t a suggestion. You kneeled in front of him, your back to his chest as you lined up his dick up at your soaked entrance. 

Even in his submissive state, you couldn’t deny how hung he was. It made you drool thinking about how good he stretched you out. Biting your lip, you pushed your hips back and sunk down onto his girth.

Both of you breathing out groans and sighs of relief as you moved your hips, riding him faster, chasing both of your ends. You broke out into eratice thrusts and humps as you both got closer and closer. Cho’s hips rutting up into your tight heat.

You could feel a ball of heat curling in your abdomen as you sped up your movements. Reaching one arm behind your head, you grabbed onto Cho’s hair, pulling him forward and pushing his head into your neck.

Cho’s hips gained an erratic speed, as he reached his end, hot spurts of cum releasing in your pussy as you soon followed his descent into orgasm.

[buckets-and-trees]

Chosen, Part 4: Semantics

Characters/Pairings: eventual Bucky x curvy Millennial Female!Reader, Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Belova Word Count: 3.4k Summary: The interviews are over. The tour has been completed. You've made your decision. You accepted the position and will sign the contract. You're about to learn what that truly means.

SERIES Content Warnings: SOFT!DARK STORY, cult themes, explicit smut, dubious consent and enthusiastic consent, veiled truths, gaslighting, sleeping drugs

CHAPTER Content Warnings: unknown use of organic sleep enhancers, manipulation, gaslighting, cult themes, entrapment, coercion

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You wake up at the sound of a familiar knock, and Yelena bursts in as you blearily sit up, blinking your eyes open and stretching your limbs. 

She sweeps into the room, her blonde hair released from its earlier braid and bouncing with each energetic step. "Rise and shine, sleeping beauty!" she chirps, her voice full of excitement. "We've got a big night ahead!" 

As your eyes adjust to the soft light, you notice she's not alone. Behind her, a staff member in crisp white uniform wheels in an ornate silver cart. 

"I thought you might be hungry after your nap," Yelena says, gesturing to the cart. "We've prepared a little pre-event snack for you." 

The staff member lifts the dome cover, revealing an elaborate charcuterie board that would make any food stylist weep with envy. The tantalizing aroma of various cheeses and cured meats wafts through the air, making your stomach rumble from the smell alone. It's a veritable work of art, with an array of cured meats arranged in delicate rosettes, an assortment of cheeses ranging from creamy bries to pungent blues, chunks of bread, crackers, and a rainbow of fresh and dried fruits from figs to strawberries, along with jams and some honey.

You chuckle. “Who in the world is going to eat all this?” you ask. 

Yelena laughs, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, I plan to make a good dent in this myself, but you can have what’s left."

She turns to the staff member, thanking them warmly before dismissing them with a nod. As the door closes behind them, Yelena claps her hands together. "Now, let's start getting you ready for the evening!"

With a bounce in her step, Yelena heads towards the bathroom. "I'm going to draw you a bath," she calls over her shoulder. "Trust me, you'll want to be thoroughly relaxed for tonight." 

Since you do feel the post-nap hunger, you snatch a few morsels from the charcuterie board as you hear the sound of rushing water begin to fill the tub. 

After satisfying the edge, you pluck off a couple of pieces of fruit and pad into the bathroom. Your breath catches once again at the sight. In the soft light, the emerald green marble and tile surfaces give off a radiant warmth. They’re accented with golden fixtures that gleam, their sleek lines contrasting beautifully with the organic swirls of the marble. The large soaking tub is already half full, and you can see wisps of steam rising from the water's surface. 

Yelena is bent over the tub, swirling her hand through the water. As you enter, she looks up with a grin. "I've added some special oils to the bath," she says. "They'll help you relax and prepare for the evening." 

The scent wafting from the tub is intoxicating - a blend of rose, jasmine, and something deeper and more exotic that you can't quite place. It makes your head swim pleasantly. 

"Go on, get in," Yelena urges, standing up and grabbing a fluffy white towel from a nearby rack. 

You hesitate for a moment, suddenly self-conscious. Yelena seems to sense your discomfort and gives you a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, I'm not staying. I just volunteered to get you in the bath and steal some of the divine charcuterie while Natasha was still trying to wrap up. She’ll be here soon." With that, she sets the fluffy towel next to the tub, and exits the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

“I’m taking all the brie with me,” she calls back through the door and you laugh. 

Alone now, you slowly undress, letting your clothes fall to the cool tile floor. The steam from the bath envelops you, carrying that intoxicating scent. You step into the tub, and as you slip into the water, you can't help but let out a contented sigh. The temperature is perfect, and the oils seem to caress your skin, instantly melting away any lingering tension from the day.

There’s a panel for controlling the light and music in the bathroom within easy reach. You put on one of the more mellow artists and hum in contentment, reclining against the back of the tub. You close your eyes, surrendering to the warmth and the gentle lapping of the water against your skin. The soft music blends with the steam, creating a cocoon of tranquility around you. The scent of the oils seems to deepen, weaving tendrils of relaxation through your mind and body.

As you float in this state of blissful semi-consciousness, your thoughts drift and swirl like the wisps of steam above the water. Images from the day flash behind your closed eyelids - the grand tour, the mysterious conversations, the moment you sealed your fate by accepting the position. But these thoughts don't bring anxiety or tension. Instead, they feel distant and dreamlike, as if you're watching scenes from someone else's life.

At some point you fall asleep again  because you’re jolted back awake when someone squeezes your hand. 

It’s Natasha, knelt beside the tub, and you contract immediately to hug your knees to your chest, heat flooding your face and your stomach, trying to scrap at some level of modesty in your naked state. The water has cooled slightly, but it's still comfortably warm. 

Natasha's expression is gentle, but laced with something you can’t quite put your finger on. "Don't worry," she says softly, "there's nothing to be embarrassed about. We're all just bodies, after all."

You nod, still feeling flustered but trying to relax. It’s easy for her to say something like that, but you’re fully aware of your flaws and what you think are your flaws. You do think she genuinely means it - that she holds no poor judgment of the way you look - and that does more to quell your insecurities than anything else. 

"I'm sorry I startled you," Natasha continues. She cups your cheek, and it’s so unexpected it disarms you for a moment. "I knocked, but you must have been deeply asleep."

But before you can think more of her hand on your face, she stands gracefully, reaching for the fluffy towel Yelena had left earlier. "It's time to get you ready for the evening," she says, holding the towel open for you. "We don't want to be late."

You hesitate for a moment, then take a deep breath and stand up, water cascading off your body. Natasha wraps the towel around you without any hesitation before turning and striding out of the room without another word. 

"I didn't mean to fall asleep in the tub," you mumble, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Natasha chuckles softly, pulling some papers out of her briefcase on the table - undoubtedly your employment contract. "It's quite alright. You had quite a long day, but those bath oils tend to have that effect.. How do you feel?"

You pause, taking stock of your body. Despite the initial shock of waking, you feel surprisingly refreshed and relaxed. "Good," you say. "Really good, actually."

“Excellent. Now let’s get you ready,” she says, gesturing to a vanity with a guilded mirror. She’s already moved the charcuterie board there next to it. “I’ll take care of your hair and make up while you read over the contract. I can answer any questions, and then you can sign.”

You wonder if you should search the closet for a robe, but Natasha is looking at you expectantly, so you tuck the towel more securely around your chest and hurry to take your seat in front of her. 

The next hour passes in a whirlwind of activity and conversation as you review the document while Natasha sets to work on you. Her fingers move deftly, with skill and precision whether concentrating on your face or your hair. 

The contract before you is extensive, expounding on your role, basic responsibilities, and the various benefits of working for the Winged Heritage Foundation. There is not as much detail as you would like in relation to these aspects of the contract, but you imagine it’s partly to do with not wanting sensitive details in a hard copy and partly because the nature of your working responsibilities may shift as you work personally with the founder and how he best sees you fulfilling the needs that may come up. 

As you read, Natasha answers your questions with patience and clarity.

"What exactly does 'confidentiality extends beyond standard business practices' mean?" you ask, pointing to a clause that catches your eye.

Natasha pauses in her work, meeting your gaze in the mirror. "It means that some of what you'll learn and experience here goes beyond what you might consider typical corporate secrets. We deal with sensitive information that could have far-reaching consequences if it fell into the wrong hands."

You nod slowly, processing this insight. The vagueness of her answer doesn't escape you, but you're beginning to understand and accept that ambiguity is part of the Foundation's nature.

However, there are sections that are covered in the sort of detail that you would expect. The salary and benefits are perfectly outlined, including the wardrobe allowance, dental and healthcare, and investment options. There are sections about the housing benefit, travel expectations, and even a clause about potential relocation if necessary.

"Relocation?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.

Natasha meets your eyes in the mirror again. "We have facilities in various locations around the world. While it's not common, there may be occasions where your presence is required elsewhere for extended periods if there are affairs Mr. Barnes needs to tend to."

You nod, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation at the prospect. The idea of travel is appealing, but the thought of being sent away to who knows where is less so. 

You continue reading, occasionally asking for clarification on certain points.

As you near the end of the contract, Natasha puts the finishing touches on your hair and makeup. "There," she says, stepping back to admire her work. "Take a look."

You turn to the mirror and your breath catches. The person staring back at you is both familiar and strangely new. The makeup specifically is subtle yet transformative, enhancing your features in a way that makes you look almost otherworldly.

"Whoa," you breathe, turning your head to see yourself from different angles.

Natasha smiles, clearly pleased with her handiwork. "Perfect," she praises, directly meeting your eyes in the reflection of the mirror, and you drop your gaze as your stomach flutters unexpectedly. 

“You ready to sign that thing?” she asks, and offers a pen over your shoulder. 

With a deep breath, you take the pen and begin signing your name on the various pages, initialing where necessary. Natasha watches you intently, her expression unreadable. 

As you finish signing the last page, she takes the contract from you and sets it aside. "Congratulations," she says with a smile. "You are now officially part of the Foundation." 

"Thank you," you say sincerely, turning to face Natasha. 

She nods, then reaches into her bag and pulls out a small black box. 

"To celebrate your signing, I have a little gift for you," she says, holding out the box. 

Curiosity piqued, you take the box and open it to find a sleek watch inside. "Wow," you say in awe, running your fingers over its smooth surface.

"It's tradition," Natasha explains. "All new members receive one as a symbol of our time together." 

Your eyes flick to see a watch on her wrist. You brush your finger over the crystal face, noting that aside from the standard dial that tells the time, it has a few other subdials for date, day of the week, and the moon cycle. You smile gratefully at her before putting on the watch on your wrist. It feels like an official initiation into this secretive world. 

“Thank you, again.”

Natasha shrugs one shoulder, but it’s more of a demure gesture than flippant. “It looks good on you.”

You glance at your wrist again, and smile. In the moment of quiet, you register the faint sounds of music, voices, and laughter drifting up from the grounds below, and you look up to notice that one of the windows has been cracked open. A small rush of anticipation surges through you, and you look back to Natasha. 

She’s setting another case on the vanity, and opens it to reveal an exquisite crown of iridescent blue flowers - and you remember seeing them earlier in the day as you toured the gardens. Luna’s Tears. 

“This is for you to wear tonight,” she says, tracing her fingers delicately over the blooms. 

It’s gorgeous, but you frown. “Is that - will everyone -”

“No,” she shakes her head. “Only for you during the ritual, as you are our tribute.”

Your laugh bubbles out, half sarcastic, half nervous. “What, like a sacrifice?”

“Yes and no,” she responds easily. “Technically a sacrifice is something of great personal value you give of yourself, whereas an offering is merely a gift. So I will be offering you up, but you will be sacrificing yourself.”

Your jaw drops. “Sorry, what?” you exclaim. 

And suddenly one word is resounding in your head.

Cult. Cult. Cult.

“During the full moon ritual tonight.”

Cult. Cult. Cult. 

“No.” You shake your head. “No.”

“At midnight, you will be presented as a tribute on the altar to our founder, James Buchanan Barnes. Sacrifice for you, offering from us.”

“I’m not interested in the semantics of your cult!” You stand and start backing away from the redhead, who seems completely unfazed by your reaction. 

“You’re not interested,” she agrees, “you’re fascinated.” 

Cult. Cult. Cult. Cult. Cult.

You shake your head, your chest tightening. She’s not wrong, but she’s not right. 

Cult. Cult.

Natasha takes a step toward you, cautious the way one approaches a spooked animal to soothe it. 

“But I’m not a virgin!” you protest.

You are acutely aware that you’re still only in a towel as she moves closer. 

“That’s archaic rhetoric, actually. We only need an offering who isn’t corrupt.” 

Cult. Cult. Cult.

“You can’t do this! And you can’t keep me here!”

“Technically that’s true, but I think you may want to review the terms and conditions of your contract before you make any rash decisions.”

And with that advice, she pauses her pursuit, and waves you back over to the vanity where you left the contract. 

You hesitate for a moment, unsure of whether it’s a trap, but you realize this is all a trap, and now you need to know what mistake you made in signing and rush back across the room, clutching the towel to keep it securely around you. You hastily flip to the final page with the terms and conditions and start at the top. 

It spells out that you’re an at-will employee, so you or the Foundation can terminate your employment with or without cause, at any point, with or without notice. 

“This will be a valuable lesson in the importance of being concerned with details and semantics. The item that will make you more amenable to fulfilling your contract is number eight - financial recoupment.”

You hold your breath, eyes darting down the page until you see the bold numeral eight and its subject - FINANCIAL RECOUPMENT. 

If the employee terminates this contract within the first twelve months or fails to adhere to the agreements herein, the employee will be responsible for reimbursing the Winged Heritage Foundation for all costs incurred for employment on their behalf, salary and healthcare costs excluded. 

You tentatively exhale. “Great, I’ll give back the watch, and you can let me go.”

The huff of Natasha’s laugh hits your bare shoulder, and you spin around. She had moved to stand directly being you in complete silence. You back up, bumping up against the edge of the vanity, clutching at the towel again. 

“The watch was a gift, so I won’t take offense, but let’s start with the private car service we arranged to bring you here this morning. Including the tip, it would be an uncomfortable stretch for you to shell out three hundred dollars for that cost, but that’s only the first drop in the deluge. We know your finances from top to bottom because we had our recruitment team working up a comprehensive background file on you for a full week. I’ll pull the specific report on the billable hours anyone who worked on your case spent. Add to that our business lunch on the terrace and the afternoon tea service. I’ll exclude the charcuterie board because that was just a thoughtful gesture after you accepted the position.”

Your eyes start to well with tears as the amounts pile up in a heap you know you can not afford. 

“Then, of course, we decorated and refurnished these living quarters for your immediate habitation, and the closet was fully outfitted with all wardrobe aspects, shoes, and accessories.”

Your mind reels as you try to process the staggering sum you'd be responsible for. The luxurious room, the designer clothes in the closet, even the bath oils and cosmetics- it all takes on a sinister new light. You feel sick as you realize how thoroughly they've ensnared you.

"How… how much?" you manage to choke out.

Natasha's lips curve into a small, satisfied smile. "Let's just say it's well into six figures. Far more than you could hope to repay anytime soon."

You slump against the vanity, your legs suddenly weak. The towel slips, but you barely notice. "This can't be happening," you whisper.

"Oh, but it is," Natasha says, her voice soft but firm. She puts a her hand on your shoulder, a gesture that would be comforting in other circumstances, but not now. 

"I understand this is overwhelming,” she pivots, her voice almost sympathetic. “But remember, you sought us out. You pursued this opportunity aggressively and enthusiastically. Four interviews and now, here you are."

You shake your head, desperately trying to clear it. "But I didn't know… I mean, I never agreed to…"

"Didn't you?" Natasha interrupts gently. "We've been quite open about our unconventional nature from the start. You were intrigued by the mystery, drawn to the power, prestige, and opportunity. I said you would be working directly with our founder. And now you're balking at the reality?"

Her words sting because there's truth in them. You had been fascinated, had pushed to be the most competitive and attractive candidate you could, wanting them to select you, despite the questions and uncertainty. 

"But I didn't know it was a cult," you protest, your voice cracking. "I didn't agree to be sacrificed."

Natasha sighs, her hand still on your shoulder. "We're not a cult, we're a select group with shared values and goals. And as I explained, you're not being sacrificed in the way you're imagining. This is an honor, a chance to be part of something greater."

You close your eyes, trying to steady your breathing. Natasha's hand remains on your shoulder, her thumb tracing small circles just below your collar bone. Despite everything, her touch is oddly comforting.

"This is a lot to process," she says softly. "But I meant what I said earlier - I have a good feeling about you. You're here for a reason."

You open your eyes and meet her gaze. There's a warmth there, an understanding that catches you off guard.

"What will happen to me?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Nothing you won't enjoy, I promise. The ritual is intense, yes, but it's also beautiful. Transformative. You'll be giving yourself over to something greater, becoming part of our us in the deepest sense."

You take a shaky breath, trying to steady yourself. "What exactly will happen to me?" you press. 

Natasha's expression softens slightly. "You'll be presented to our founder, James Barnes. He'll decide if you're worthy to join our inner circle. If you are, you'll be initiated. If not..." she trails off, leaving the alternative unspoken.

You know you don’t have a choice, but you take in one, two deep breaths, before you answer. 

“Okay,” you agree, resigned to your fate.

“There’s the answer we all want,” she replies. 

NEXT PART: PREPARATION

Sorry for the delay of chapter! I'd left my laptop at work, so I didn't have access to posting the chapter.

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