#i find myself a sugar mommy

[chubby-chikorita]

okay, but tell me why i woke up from my nap to find i’d applied for a job at chanel??? like what? it’s not as though i pressed a button in my sleep or anything either, i fully filled out a form???

[devilishdelights]

LIL D NUMBER 2 PLUSHIE??!!!!

[cthonic-bunny]

1. personal synastry and composite experiences and observations

Do not interact if you are a minor. (18+)

Sun in 8th house synastry: I was the house person they were the sun. I definitely developed insecurities I never had before as a result of this connection. With the sun shining brightly on my insecurities, they were hard to ignore and even harder to not project them entirely on the sun. A lot of “you did this to me!” energy. I didn’t consider myself a jealous person until this relationship and a lot of it came from wanting to be “good enough” in the eyes of the sun person. It’s like knowing you have these darker aspects in common and wanting them to see you can bond this way and see them in a way no one can. You also end up pushing limits together. You liked this? Now WE love this. You’re addicted to that? Now WE are addicted to it. Moderation is hard to achieve with sun in the 8th house synastry. It can also bring up insecurities surrounding sex with that person specifically, if poorly aspected. Explosive reactions and emotional outbursts aren’t foreign here. The house person can feel like a vampire being sunburned, with all its ugliness revealing itself from its body because of its interaction with this person. The 8H person wants a full, in-depth analysis of the sun person’s thoughts, intentions, and motivations. The plutonic energy wants to completely envelop the sun, compulsively in some cases, to know WHY they are the way they are, and why the sun presents themselves in certain ways. This is especially true if the sun person did something to hurt the 8H person, who can feel it more than is rational. The 8H person can really struggle with getting over any emotional harm or feelings of abandonment that come from the sun person. The 8H person can potentially resent the sun person for not being able to read them as intently as they could read the sun person. The sex, if and once insecurities are worked through, can bring you so much closer to one another and to yourself. I also feel like any disturbances or intimacy problems between you two can easily be felt by others or there can be blow ups in front of people you know, because the sun is a planet that illuminates wherever the light lands, whether you like it or not. Avoid public fights, because you will kiss and makeup but the damage in other people’s eyes will be done and opinions will be made. The 8H person might be able to see through any facade the sun person puts up, and this could lead to deep discussions that could be extremely healing for the Sun who might have to work through some things. The 8H person can also teach the sun person how to make more money and maybe even encourage them to start their own business. They can be known as a couple that makes a lot of money together. The sun person can also give sugar daddy/mommy vibes and the 8H the sugar baby, even if it neither one of the people involved are rich-rich. This is a highly binding placement. You two might find it difficult or even impossible to separate from each other even if the relationship has run its natural course. You guys are known as the couple that is “stuck” to one another.

Moon in 5th house synastry: *weird* but, for those who have this placement with a significant other, do you love to smell their body odor? I think in the house of children and fertility, it makes sense to love your partner’s pheromones. Something as weird as the smell of their armpits or stinky feet becomes comforting, idk?? This house is also really fun, and you can get a lot of emotional fulfillment out of acting like children together. 5H is ruled by Leo, so I also found that we had a lot of fun putting on “shows” for one another, and sort of making up our own characters and accents to make the other giggle. People are also really excited for the prospect of us having children together, and you’ll have friends volunteering to babysit or be the godparent of your unborn children LOL. Dressing up nice and going out on dates to somewhere with a great ambiance can be a great way to feel connected. Sharing perfume, or gifting each other perfumes or colognes. Loving the scents they wear. Same taste in candles? Candles as gifts. Lots of watching TV together? Having “shows” that feel wrong to watch without the other. Being called pretty by the other means a lot, and being pretty in each other’s eyes makes you feel good.

Moon in 12th house synastry: 12H synastry tends to have an awful reputation, and I get it when it’s a relationship that isn’t meant for you. However, my moon falls in my best friend’s 12H, and it is one of my favorite placements of ours. We have a telepathic connection where we can just look at the other and know what’s up. You preemptively know what will bother the other person and find it hard to understand how other people wouldn’t have assumed that thing would annoy your person. You understand each other’s motives, and can provide the ultimate shoulder to cry on or ear to listen with. When it’s a new interaction it can feel a bit intense, because how are you in my head!!! I feel like you can read my thoughts! It was like that for the both of us. It’s like, when together, both our consciousnesses transported to another realm where we are mutually perceiving something and our thoughts are being put on a radio for the other to listen to. Very spiritual relationship. You KNOW the vibes, and those feelings will be verified through the other person who already felt the same. She will never be wrong in my eyes and I will defend her to the death. We don’t even have to speak on certain days, but we can feel whatever mood the other one is in and check-up on each other accordingly. Whenever we have a strange dream or nightmare, the first thing we do is text each other and try to analyze what it could mean. I as the 12H person also dreamt of us becoming best friends before we formally met. The dreams i would have of her would always be loaded with spiritual symbolism. We also grew up with the same level of emotional attachment to our personal spiritualities and shared religion, which plays a large role in our understandings of one another. Most people just won’t get it, but she always will. She could read my crazy journal entries if she wanted to. 12H moon synastry is just unconditional love. Between friends at least, it feels like a long-lost twin connection. Also, her and I had gotten matching tattoos before we even knew of each other, both of them being for the same spiritual meaning!

Composite Mars in 3rd house: Lots of talking during sex, and lots of car sex— It might sometimes feel like that’s the easiest thing to talk about, or the conversation always steers to that direction. Sending nudes? Sexting. Maybe the only way you two could engage your sexual desire for one another is through sexting, because distance might not permit the full physical expression. If you don’t have a lot of experience knowing the other’s communication style, it can lead to a bit of random defensiveness or perceiving the other as communicating abrasively. I think it can lead to one trying to get reactions out of the other by saying something out of pocket.

Composite Mercury in 12th house: Pay attention to the dreams you have of this person! They will seriously tell you a lot about your dynamic, but don’t take them at face value! Lots of mystical elements to your dreams about them specifically, so maybe reviewing tarot card meanings and astrology concepts can help you decipher the meanings of your dreams. You might find it easier than expected to confide in each other or rant about your brain’s inner workings together. “I don’t know why I’m saying all that-“ or psychoanalyzing each other for fun. Talking about your less-than-desirable attributes. Being honest about your deceptive tendencies or specific lies you’ve told and why. Oversharing things that will usually make other people uncomfortable in the same context (like talking about your exes or failed situationships on a first date). Difficulties communicating when it’s not in person because it leaves too much room for confusion. Deceit is a real possibility though, with someone voluntarily “leaving out details” about their life outside of the relationship to avoid ruining the flow of energy or the dynamic. Having each other saved on your phones under fake names. Having to hide that you’re talking to this person from other people. One of you withdrawing communication to manipulatively make the other think about you more. Taking turns being each other’s therapist. Thinking about each other often but never expressing that, or the extent to which you think of one another. Thinking about the other at night before going to bed. “I started catching feelings for the girl that I’m currently having sex with, so it’s safe to say we don’t talk anymore, unless of course we’re having sex” in Sasquatch .22 by Bay Faction.

Composite Venus in 12th house: There really is a secretive component to this interaction that can feel impossible to bypass. Your family, friends, or society might not “approve” of you two together. One or both of you can be cheating on someone with this person. Only being able to meet up or be affectionate at night or in extremely private settings. The privacy of the relationship can help you open up a lot more than you’d expect to, because there’s no one but you two to perceive the other in this context. No judgments on how you two should behave with one another, so “let’s fully enjoy the moment while it lasts.” No one understanding your interaction or it’s purpose, and you probably don’t understand it either. Sending telepathic love notes. Longing. Intimate and romantic sex that haunts you or catches you off guard. Never wanting to be the first one to admit you’ve caught feelings. Ruining your sleep schedule to spend time with one another. Dreaming about romantically linking with them before it ever happens. Withdrawing once feelings start feeling real. The song “Lips of Angel” by Hinder reminds me of Composite Venus in 12H. “Illicit Affairs,” “August,” and “False God” by Taylor Swift. “Why Can’t I?” by Liz Phair. Gato de Noche by Bad Bunny. Sex by The 1975.

Lilith in 8th house synastry: Wanting to try things sexually with this person that wasn’t necessarily exciting with other partners. “You can do whatever you want to me, and I’ll let you.” Possibly experimenting with or preferring BDSM with one another. That Lana lyric that’s like: You fucked me so good that I almost said “I love you.” It might also be controversial if people knew you’ve had sex with one another. Revenge sex? As in, you two having sex might indirectly be spiting someone else, and it kind of feels like you’re dishing out delicious karma on a surprising silver platter— “lol if only they knew” You two might have fun misbehaving together. Doing what you both know you’re not supposed to be doing can make everything feel better, and even more reason to keep doing what you’re doing. Lana Del Rey in Diet Mountain Dew: “you’re no good for me, but baby I want you.” Wanting to be dangerous together. “Leave me bruised so I can’t forget you.” “Seeing you tonight is a bad idea, right?” This placement somewhat reminds me of a union between the death card and the devil card in tarot, with an emphasis on risk-stained sexual liberation. You can become symbolic of temptation in each other’s lives, so it’s hard to deny your impulses. Toxic by Britney Spears.

-D 🖤🕯

[rene-darling]

CASH- app or zelle?

Sugar mommy/daddy AU

...wanderer...Xiao...tighnari...albedo...

Wanderer

Scaramouche never really needed a sugar mommy nor a daddy since he was a harbinger. He was rich...but now that he's wanderer...things have changed.

Ever since Nahida enrolled him in the Akademia he's had to find out how damn expensive some of the books he needs for his essays are

What the fuck! Why should he spend a million mora on a damn book he'll only use once!

While he was complaining about this to the traveler she jokingly suggested that he become a sugar baby.. " hah- do you think I would lower myself to such a degree-" once piamon mentions how he could basically get all the books he needed for his essays for free..he was sold.

One thing Wanderer didn't quite get the grasp of is what he needed to do for you in return...

His sharp breathing filled the room as your hips snapped in and out at a rough pace- he didn't know this was a part of the deal!!

Though he couldn't find it in himself to complain, as he gripped onto the bedsheets till his knuckles grew white "Hahh..fuuuck"

"you have to repay me for those books after all, don't you, so be a good little darling and hold fucking still." he wants to say he tried but it was nearly impossible! That fake dick slammed into him so hard! He couldn't! How could you except him to hold still

"i- hah.. I'm trying yo- mmh!" he was glad that he was facing away from you he most certainly didn't want to see that amused smirk on your face.

Xiao

Xiao didn't realize how it even happened, he just thought you brought him gifts and such out of kindness

Right, it had to be kindness. What else could it be?

In time, he began expecting your gifts and trinkets patiently he would sit on the railings waiting for your arrival, and when you finally arrive he greets you still sitting on the railing

Xiao didn't even realize how this relationship developed. Due to his duty to guard liyue he never went anywhere too far from it, so whenever you would come back from your trips and expeditions you would give him gifts and trinkets.

And in turn, he would give you himself for the night.

He lets out breaths in a set rhythm "hah..hahh" his breaths come out as pants and his body jerks up and down at every touch

He's so damn sensitive, twitching at every minor touch, you can milk his cock all night and he'll try his hardest to be your good boy. To follow your commands without a word,

He'll grab into you so tightly so desperately trying to hide his embarrassment in the crevis of your neck

Albedo

Albedo gets paid well by the knight of Favonius but lately, with some of his rather grand projects, he hasn't enough funds for them.

He thinks of ways to get more money, maybe he could work overtime. No, he already does and it's still not enough. He's in a stump. That's when he learns the term sugar baby from a drunk venti and kaeya

They both were drunk only jokingly suggesting that the man become a sugar baby if he was that desperate

What they didn't know was, yes. He is that desperate. He absolutely needs more funds, so this is the best and easiest option.

All he needs to do is lay himself on his table on Dragon spine, and the rest is up to you, you can do whatever you please with his fair skin, leave as many marks as you wish,

He thought it was easy enough. All he has to do is lay pretty and let you ravage him. He is a homunculus after all, he was confident he could take it,

"oh f-fuck mhm..." it seems he had overestimated how much his delicate body could take

Though he didn't mind, he enjoyed the feeling of being pushed to his utmost limit. His nails dig into your skin leaving red scratches all over, he can't help it you drive him insane.

Tighnari

Much like Albedo the Fox Boy needs funds for his experiments and expenditures, the scholars at the Akademiya after hearing his reluctance to join them being petty decided to cut his funds in half!

He's annoyed but he's even more petty than those stuck-up scholars, so even with his funds cut he decides to come up with another way to secure them

It wasn't his idea to become a sugar baby, but it came up when he was talking to his friends during a game of TCG, Kaveh had the same problem being in debt and not having enough funds to cover them.

He told Tighnari about how he planned to sign up to become a sugar baby, and so Tighnari albeit reluctantly decided to try it out. He means, what's the worst that could happen?

This is the worst. Though, he's lying.

His breathy pants fill the room his scratching and digging into your back, creating deep red marks on your skin,

"ah- ah..mhm, Hah-" he forces his head up to look at you, flushed cheeks tinted a harder red the more you stared back. "Y-you'll buy me t-the- mhm!" you couldn't help but chuckle.

His tail desperately wraps around you as he lets out a whine, he pouts a little at your teasing, "Don't worry darlin', I'll get whatever you want, so don't worry your pretty little head over it."

[wandanatsgf]

Sugar, Sugar Part 1

Pairing: WandaNat x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: After losing your job, you are desperate to come up with some money. Your best friend Kate signs you up for a sugar baby app where you meet Wanda and Natasha, who eventually become your sugar mommies.

Authors Note: I've been reading so many sugar mommy!wandanat x reader fics that I wanted to make one myself. I know the beginning is a bit rough, but I'm just trying to set everything up. I promise it will get better!!!! There will also be plenty of smut in the upcoming chapters, this is just a warning for that now. And I plan on making many parts to this. I hope you all enjoy it!

Part 2 Part 3

“I don’t know what I’m going to do,” you dramatically exclaim. You drape yourself across the old and slightly musty couch in your small two person apartment. Your work uniform rides up your body a little as you lay down, which you quickly pull down, covering yourself again. You pull your right arm over your eyes, trying to block out the light and the horrible day you just had.

Your best friend and roommate Kate laughs sympathetically at your dramatics. “I know getting fired sucks but there’s tons of ways to make money.” She moves your legs and sits down next to you, placing your legs on top of her.

“Like what?”

“Well you could mow lawns, dog sit, babysit, just until you find another job,” Kate suggests.

“I guess I could but I just don’t know if that would be able to cover my bills and let alone rent.”

“Well there is another thing you can try.” The tone in Kate's voice has you sitting up, removing your arm so you can look at her.

“You remember my friend Darcy that I told you about?”

“Yeah the super rich, successful one.”

“Well when she was in college she was a sugar baby,” Kate says before she cuts herself off to scold you.  “And y/n don’t give me that look just hear me out!”

“Ok fine, keep talking.”

“Well she got a whole bunch of money from it. She was able to pay off her student loans and she had some money leftover that she invested and y’know now she’s rich and super successful and hot and amazing. But that wasn’t the point.” Kate shakes her head at herself, scolding herself for getting off topic like she always does. “Anyway maybe you should try being a sugar baby.”

“I don’t know Kate.” Sure this would be a great opportunity for you, if you find someone that is, but do you really want to use your body to get money?

“You could just look and see what’s out there. You don’t have to accept any sugar daddy or sugar mommy proposals,” Kate says and you’ve got to admit that she’s got a good point.

“Ok what the hell,” you say, agreeing.

“Let me just get the sugar baby app name from Darcy and we can do this.”

A few minutes later the app is downloaded on your phone. You feel nervous but also excited. This could be a way for you to not have to worry about money, at least for a while. Maybe it would be nice to be taken care of.

“Ok it’s downloaded, let’s set it up.” The two of you create your profile and pretty soon you’re looking at sugar mommies and sugar daddies.

“What about this one?” You ask Kate. You pass her the phone, and from the look on her face you can tell that it’s a no go.

“Definitely not,” Kate says, her nose wrinkling up in disgust.

“Why not?”

“I know you, and that’s not what you want.” You have to admit she is right, you don’t really want some 50 year old with a penchant for “parading his girls around” as he called it, but you’re desperate and he is the best looking person on there so far.

You continue to scroll through the men and women, none of them really catching your eye until you see the profile of a beautiful red haired girl and an equally beautiful auburn haired girl. You would recognize their faces anywhere, Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff, the owners of the country's best security company.

“There’s no way this is real,” you say. “This has to be some sort of joke or something.” You pass her your phone and watch as her eyes go comically wide.

“There’s no way the Natasha Romanoff and the Wanda Maximoff are looking for a sugar baby,” you say. You practically scoff at the idea, but there’s still that little voice in your head that wonders if maybe the profile is real.

“There’s only one way to find out,” Kate says. She still has your phone in your hands and you watch as she types, until finally she stops.

“Katie what did you do?”

“I just messaged them,” Kate says innocently. You glance down at the message and it says, “Hi my name is y/n and I’d love to get to know you both and see if I’m what you’re looking for ;),”

“Did you have to add the wink Katie? They’re gonna think I’m like a whore or something now,” you whine.

“Oh relax you big baby. It’s fine. And besides maybe a whore is what they’re looking for,” Kate says, giving you a wink.

“Kate!” You exclaim. You lightly slap her on the arm.

“Owww y/n. You’re very feisty for such a tiny person.”

“Serves you right,” you mutter underneath your breath. The two of you continue to scroll through the app when you see a notification pop up.

Natasha and Wanda had replied to your message.

“Oh my god,” you say. You can feel yourself freaking out, even when you’re going into the texting part of the app and opening the message.

“Hi darling, we’d love to get to know you more too! We’re Natasha and Wanda, we’re both sugar mommies who are looking for a sugar baby to share. We work quite a bit, but we promise that we’ll still have time for you if things work out between us. Can’t wait to hear back from you,” the message reads. You show the message to Kate who responds with excitement.

But you can feel yourself freaking out on the inside even more now. However your doubts from earlier creep in and calm you down. There’s a big chance that this is just a catfish, but you still want to take the chance. Who wouldn’t want an opportunity to be with Natasha and Wanda?

“Help me come up with a response,” you tell the girl sitting next to you. After a few minutes of back and forth, the two of you come up with what you think is the perfect response.

“Thanks for getting back to me so quickly. I’m y/n, a sugar baby who is currently in college trying to pay off my loans. I normally have plenty of time on my hands and would be able to be around whenever you need.”

You cringe at the last part of the message, which was all Kate’s idea, but clearly it worked because a few minutes later you have a text inviting you out to get some coffee tomorrow afternoon and you say yes.

“You have to come with me though, just in case it’s like a catfish or something,” you tell your best friend. 

“Of course, I’ll sit in the cafe and just text me if you need me,” Kate says reassuring you. 

The next day comes too quickly and before you know it you and Kate are sitting in the cafe waiting for Natasha and Wanda. You’re sitting at a table in the back, while Kate is sitting at a table across the room from you. The minutes seem to drag on forever, making you even more anxious than you already are. Everytime the bell above the door goes off, you glance up, hoping it’s one of the girls walking through. You’re just about to lose hope when you see Natasha and Wanda walk in. They look so breathtakingly beautiful. 

“Hi Y/n,” Wanda says, being the first to greet you. She towers over you as she envelopes you in a hug, which you gladly reciprocate.  

“Hi,” you say back. It comes out quieter than you meant it to. You can feel your cheeks heating up, but gladly both women ignore it. 

“And hi I’m Natasha,” the red haired girl says. She also towers over you, but you like that about the two women. She also envelopes you into a hug. She smells like vanilla and smoke and it gives you a sense of comfort. The three of you sit down and the two women get straight to the point. 

“So as you know we’re looking for a sugar baby,” Natasha says, her voice a low tone. “We just wanted to meet with you today to go over some things and see if we’d get along,” she explains. 

“Ok that sounds good,” you agree. 

“Have you ever been in a dynamic like this before?” 

“No I haven’t,” you say, your blush coming back. You can feel your nerves getting worse as well as you fidget with a ring on your hand. 

“It’s ok to be nervous baby, we won’t bite,” Wanda leans in to tell you. She places her hand on top of yours, stopping your fidgeting. She places her hand in yours, which you gladly hold. 

“That’s alright, we’re pretty new to this too. But there are a couple of things we wanted to go over today. First, when do you have class?”

“Well Tuesday and Thursday mornings I have class until 11am, but besides that my days are wide open.” This answer makes Natasha smile, which in turn makes you smile. 

“What is it that you need help with?” You appreciate that Natasha is getting straight to the point, it’s doing wonders at calming your nerves.

“Mostly rent and some bills. I, uh, just lost my job and it’s been hard to stay afloat.”

“Well that won’t be a problem now that we’re here,” Natasha tells you, sending you a wink. The action sends a blush across your face, turning it a shade of pink. 

"I know this isn't exactly normal," Natasha says, "But we promise if today works out, which I think it will, we'll take care of you darling." Natasha's words make you smile. Normally you were never so shy around people, but the two women next to you really bring it out in you.

“Do you have any questions for us honey?” Wanda asks. 

“Yes actually. What is it exactly that I would be doing?”

“You would keep us company, go to some company functions with us, and,” Natasha says, her voice dropping low as she says the next part, “have sex with us when we want it.”

“But obviously we would work up to that part,” Wanda adds cheerfully. 

“Ok,” you say, taking all of that information in. You knew going into this that sex would be on the table, but it shocks you that these two beautiful women are wanting to do it with you. 

“I’m sorry if this is a weird question, but aren’t the two of you together? What exactly do you need me for?”

“Yes we’re together sweetheart, but we’re not the most compatible in the bedroom.”

“What Wanda means is that we’re both pretty dominant and we need someone submissive to fulfill our needs,” Natasha says. Wanda slaps her on her arm and lightly scolds her, making you giggle. 

“I can do that,” you say, letting both of them know that you want this. The thought of being submissive for both of them stirs a longing within you. You can feel a slight dampness in your panties and you cross your legs, hoping Wanda, who is still holding your hand, doesn’t notice. But of course she does. 

“You already feeling a little needy, baby?” Wanda whispers, her cockiness coming out of nowhere, but god does it turn you on. Her lips ghost on the outer shell of your ear, causing your breathing to become ragged. 

“Mhm,” you manage to get out. 

“You’re so cute when you’re needy. I can’t wait to see just how needy I can make you,” Wanda says. She leans away from you, but not before leaving a soft kiss on your cheek, making you go pink.

“Don’t kill the poor girl Wanda,” Natasha scolds. 

“I can’t help it, she’s just so cute,” Wanda says, like you aren't there, which just turns you on even more. 

“Yeah she is,” Natasha agrees. 

You don’t know what to say, too absorbed in your own lust, when Natasha speaks again, snapping you out of it.

“Here are our phone numbers,” she says, slipping you a piece of paper. You take the pieces of paper and program their numbers into your phone and you give them your number and they do the same.

“We’ll text you tomorrow to work out the details and set up a contract, assuming you still want to do this?” Wanda questions. 

“I do,” you reassure her. 

“Then we’ll talk to you tomorrow, detka,” Wanda says. The two women get up, both hugging you goodbye. You watch the two women walk out, having forgotten that Kate was also at the cafe until she comes up to you. 

“Oh my god,” Kate says.

“I know,” is all you say.

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to get two sugar mommies.”

[its-all-stardust]

Sugar || 10

Masterlist || Part Nine

Steven Grant/Sugar Mommy!Reader

Word count: 3.2k

Series Summary: You meet Steven in a museum gift shop and feel an instant connection. Before you walk out the door you decide, perhaps against your better judgment, that you need him to be your sugar baby. Now you just need him to let you treat him right.

“I shouldn’t have said that,” Steven says immediately after his admission. He doesn’t even give you time to react.

“I’d rather be your boyfriend.”

He stands and starts pacing in front of the couch, carefully stepping around the cushions and pillows scattered on the floor, left there after vacuuming the crumbs from the chairs.

“I haven’t even told you what happened, and as soon as I do, you’re never going to want to speak to me again,” he continues to ramble, scenarios playing out in his head—none of them ending happily for him, you’re sure.

All the while, you’re still caught up in what he said to you.

“I’d rather be your boyfriend.”

That’s what you want, isn’t it? And yet, you feel strange.

The words repeat in your head, threatening to overshadow this past weekend and Steven’s alarmed state.

“You know what? I didn’t mean it. Sorry to inconvenience you. I’ll just see myself to the loony bin now.” He starts to walk away, heading for the door.

He’s actually going to leave.

Your hand shoots out, grabbing his before he can get far. “Steven, wait.”

He stops, his hand twitching in yours, unsure what to do.

“Let’s just…try this again,” you say, tugging him back down onto the couch. He didn’t actually want to leave, it seems. He just doesn’t know what to do, overwhelmed by whatever happened and the unplanned admission.

“I’d rather be your boyfriend.”

You push the words away. Even if Steven genuinely meant them, coming on the heels of a blackout that has him more scared than before renders them almost meaningless.

“I told you everything I know. Now it’s your turn,” you say, and Steven tenses even more.

“I-I don’t know if I—”

“You came here because you needed help. Whatever it is, I’m here for you. No matter what, okay?”

Steven stares at you, nervous.

“What’s the first thing you remember?” you ask softly, squeezing Steven’s hand.

“Are we just…skipping over the embarrassing thing I said?” he asks, trying to tease, but his body is still tense, and his smile is more of a grimace.

You smile at him, trying to think over the heavy thudding in your chest.

“We can talk about that too if you want. After you tell me what you know.” You rest your other hand on top of his, cradling it between both of yours.

Steven looks away, his face flushed. 

Then he takes a shaky breath and tells you everything.

He tells you about the strange dream that possibly wasn’t a dream at all. He mentions waking up in a strange town and the odd man who sent people chasing after him. Steven says he doesn’t remember how he got away and that some of the details are fuzzy.

Throughout the retelling, you get the sense that he’s holding something back, but you have no idea what it could be, not with how open he’s currently being.

“What was so strange about the man?” you asked.

“He was…weird, ya know? Talked like a cult leader or something,” he answered, a slight tremor in his voice.

“Why were they chasing you?”

“They thought I had something. Some artifact? Definitely don’t have anything like that, though.”

Steven couldn’t even tell you where he was.

It was an outrageous story, to be sure. You’re once again tempted to put some sort of tracker on him in case this happens again. Maybe you can ask…

“It couldn’t have been real,” Steven concludes at the end of this tale. “It had to have been a dream, right?” He looks at you, desperate, though for what answers you don’t know.

But you’ve never been in the habit of lying to Steven, and you won’t start now.

“Did it feel like a dream?” you ask. You feel confident it wasn’t, but Steven needs to accept it himself before the two of you can move on to finding a solution.

“No,” he answers quietly, sounding defeated and perhaps a little afraid. You pull Steven into you, wrapping your arms around him.

“We’ll figure this out. I promise. I’ll look for doctors or psychiatrists again. Something.” You hold Steven for a moment longer, relishing his presence, and he yours, when something occurs to you. “That strange man,” you begin slowly, making sure you have Steven’s attention. “Do you think he’ll come after you?”

After what Steven told you, if this man sent people to chase after him on the assumption that he took something, there’s no telling what lengths he would go to.

Steven tenses under your hands before pulling away from you. 

“He wouldn’t. Couldn’t,” he says, though you don’t know if he’s trying to convince you or himself. “He doesn’t even know who I am. And if I didn’t even know where I was, there was no way he could follow me. And I don’t even have the bloody scarab he wanted! He’s got no reason to find me.”

You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from saying anything. Whatever the artifact is, this scarab Steven mentioned, if it’s valuable enough, some black market dealers will go to any length to ensure their payday.

Instead of saying anything to Steven, you smile and try to appear relieved.

“Let’s not worry about that, about him, okay?”

You don’t doubt that Steven’s telling you the truth about his blackouts, but you can’t help but wonder how someone like him could get involved in business like that.

Skipping the background check was a bad idea.

You immediately scold yourself for the thought.

You know Steven. You trust him. Whatever happened had to have been some sort of mistake.

It had to.

You and Steven didn’t talk about what he said. With everything he told you, you figured it best to wait for that conversation. 

Instead, you make sure he eats something and, remembering his schedule, get him ready for work tomorrow.

When you ask if he wants to stay the night with you, he practically jumps at the chance. Then he hesitates, suddenly looking nervous.

There are a few things still left unsaid.

“We’ll talk tomorrow. I promise,” you tell him with a soft kiss on the cheek.

“Alright,” Steven says softly, staring at you with tenderness filling his gaze.

In the morning, Steven isn’t beside you. 

Not again.

You check the sheets, searching for his warmth, but find none. It’s almost become a routine at this point.

“Steven?” you call out, heartsick. He’s not in the en suite; the door is left open, and the lights are turned off.

You don’t want to leave your bed, afraid of what you might find. Or rather, what you might not.

But then—

“Downstairs,” called quietly back up to you.

The sound that escapes you would have made your face heat with embarrassment if you weren’t so relieved to hear Steven’s voice. You rush out of bed, not caring about your appearance. He’s seen you like this before anyway so what did it matter?

Steven is in the kitchen, sitting at the table, surrounded by the remnants of his making breakfast.

“Still warm,” he says, pushing a plate toward you. “Just finished up a few minutes ago.”

“Why didn’t you wake me?” you ask, sitting across from him. Why did he make you wake up without him?

He opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. You wait, but he seems to rethink whatever was about to come out and remains silent.

Turning to the plate in front of you, letting Steven think, despite how nervous his silence makes you, you look down at the plate he prepared for you. It’s simple. Pancakes topped with the bananas you had browning on the counter. You top them off with the syrup he’d left on the table and dig in.

“I don’t think we should get involved,” Steven blurts, the words coming out in a rush that leaves you choking on your food.

“W-what?” you manage between coughs.

Steven stands and starts pacing in a loop around the table. “I know what I said last night, but you… After this weekend, you shouldn’t want to even be around me.”

“Steven—” you try to interrupt.

“Something’s definitely wrong with me, and who knows where I’ll end up next or what’ll happen or if there will be some other shady man with a bad haircut—”

“Baby, stop,” you say softly, reaching out to gently touch his arm, bringing him to a stop.

Steven stares at you, holding his breath.

“Baby, we’re already involved,” you tell him. You’ve been involved since he agreed to meet you to go over the terms of your arrangement. And not once since that meeting have you ever thought about ending things between you. You’ve only grown more attached.

Steven shakes his head but doesn’t pull away from you. “We shouldn’t be,” he argues weakly.

“I want to be.”

His breath catches, and his eyes darken. 

You know what to say next, but the words catch in your throat. You’ve been fighting your feelings for so long now. It’s like your mind is trying to stop you from going any further. You’ve protected yourself from any solid romantic feelings for years, causing you to balk at their rising.

This could end badly, a dark, scared part of you argues. He could hurt you. Break your heart.

You’ve always listened to that voice. It’s worked out well so far. That’s what you’ve always thought, at least.

But you don’t want to listen to it anymore.

“I want to be your girlfriend,” you admit, breathless, like your body couldn’t find the air until you said the words.

The words trigger something in Steven, all the fight visibly leaving him.

And before you realize what’s happening, Steven’s lips are on yours, crashing into you with a fervor you haven’t seen before.

You kiss him back just as fiercely.

“You don’t mean that,” Steven sighs, his lips brushing yours.

“I do,” you pant, grabbing him by the shirt and pulling him back into you.

You want him even closer, but the angle is all wrong—him towering above you while you’re still in your chair. For now, though, it works, and you don’t want to let him go for a moment, even if it would be to somewhere more comfortable.

Eventually, you and Steven calm down. The kisses turn soft, lingering, instead of the gnashing of teeth and tongues it started as.

“Don’t go to work today,” you say softly, pulling away to look Steven in the eye. You don’t know if you can ask that of him, if you should, but you don’t care.

You want Steven with you. Forget everything else.

His face flushes as he looks down at you. “Okay,” he agrees immediately. “Do you…have something in mind?”

You take Steven in, pupils blown wide, blending into the brown, kiss-swollen lips, his mouth open, panting slightly. You can’t help but smirk a little, guessing his thoughts.

“We need to talk,” you say, standing and stepping away. You need to clear your head, and distance is likely the only thing that will help.

“Talk?” Steven asks, confused.

“If you want to do this, if you want to be more than my baby, things will be different. We’ll need to talk about it first before anything else,” you explain.

Steven frowned. “How different?”

You give him a gentle smile and take his hand, squeezing it. “Just different. Good different.”

You leave him to clean up the kitchen and call in sick to the museum as you return to your bedroom to make yourself more presentable. Giddiness fills you, knowing Steven still wants you after running out of bed and with syrup on your face.

When you go back downstairs, Steven is in the living room, having replaced all the cushions and pillows you had strewn across the floor. He’s staring over the back of the couch at the stairs, waiting for you. He gives you a tentative smile that you easily return.

He reaches for your hand as you round the end of the couch, pulling you down beside him, so close you’d be in his lap if you shifted your legs just a fraction closer.

“Romantic relationships are harder,” you start, needing to say it, to remind yourself, but also to make sure Steven realizes it. You’re giving him an out should he decide he needs one. Much like when you went into detail about your expectations of him as a baby, you want him to know that he doesn’t have to agree to this.

“Are you sure you want to be involved in that way? There’s no going back,” you warn, because there won’t be.

Once this line is crossed, there’s no taking it back for you. You know yourself too well. If this doesn’t work out with Steven, if being your boyfriend—and potentially anything else in the future—is too much, he could never go back to being just your sugar baby.

You will either have all of Steven or none of him.

Steven squeezes your hand, the flush returning to his face.

“I’ve sort of…already told people you were my girlfriend.” He ducks his head in embarrassment but doesn’t try to hide from you. “So, yeah. Very sure I’m sure.”

“You what?” you ask, a little stunned. “Who did you tell?”

“People at work,” Steven starts, sounding apologetic. “Donna was going on about how I couldn’t get a date. So I told her, actually, I’m dating an amazing woman, thank you very much, and she’s too good to be around the likes of you.”

“Did you really say that to her?” you laugh.

“Well, not that last bit. Didn’t actually want to get fired. I wasn’t sure if I should have tried to explain that you pay me, so it just kind of slipped out.”

“You should have told me. I would have put Donna in her place.”

Steven smiles affectionately at you. “I know you would have. But it was alright in the end. She didn’t have much to say after I showed her the pictures of us in Germany.”

You laugh again. “Good!” You loved that trip. You can’t wait to run away with him again. Then, you ask, “Did you tell your mom I was your girlfriend?”

He shakes his head. “But I talk about you enough. I’m sure she suspects.”

“Maybe we can call her again,” you suggest, remembering the one call—or rather, voicemail—you sat in on, how Steven was so excited to have you talk to his mother.

A tenderness filsl Steven’s eyes. “I’d like that.”

You take a moment to envision what all this could mean. What your future with Steven could look like.

It excites you.

“So first things first,” you say, finally ready to go into how things would change once he’s no longer Steven Grant, sugar baby, but Steven Grant, boyfriend. “Obviously, you can keep whatever I’ve given you so far, but I won’t be paying you anymore. That includes your bills.”

“I was never doing this for the money anyway,” Steven assures you, and that surprises you a little. The two of you have never spoken about why he agreed to be a sugar baby even though he’d never done it, never even had it on his radar.

Then again, it wasn’t typically a question you asked any of your babies. The answer was always the same: they did it for the money. Either they wanted it or desperately needed it. People don’t become sugar babies because they want to soothe the loneliness of the wealthy elite. 

“Why were you doing it then?” you ask quietly, unable to guess the answer and unsure if you want to know but need to ask anyway.

Steven flushes again. “Well, when a woman like you said she wanted to take me to dinner, I wasn’t inclined to say no.” He gives a flustered, delighted laugh, remembering the day you asked him out. “And then we got to talking, and I liked you. Really liked you. And you liked me, which was shocking, I must say.”

He runs his thumb across your knuckles, taking a moment before continuing. “When you asked me to be your sugar baby, I figured if that was the only chance I was going to get at being around you, then I was going to take it.”

You’re both pleased and stunned by his admission. To know he was interested in you since the beginning—and not for your money, but just you—makes this feel like a dream. Surely, you are still asleep and will wake up to an empty bed, Steven gone.

But you know you’re awake. Steven thinking the only way to be with you was by being your baby wouldn’t break your heart so much if you weren’t. It hurts because you know it’s true.

Had Steven refused your offer and said he’d rather date you and act like a normal couple, you would have dropped him then and there, never tempted to see him again. It wouldn’t have mattered what you saw in him in those early days, how much you saw yourself in him; you would never have broken your self-imposed rule against traditional dating and relationships. It’s only now, months and overflowing—overwhelming—feelings later, that you’re finally willing to give it, give Steven, a chance.

And now, sitting here with him, you don’t know what to say. A breathless “Oh” is the only thing able to escape your lips because the knowledge that he has only ever seen you leaves you dumbstruck.

Steven must somehow know what you’re feeling, though, because he squeezes your hand, still clutched in his. Then his free hand reaches up and lays on your cheek, thumb lightly stroking it. His eyes don’t waver from yours as he leans in.

This kiss is different from the one in the kitchen. There’s none of the urgency or desperation. It’s soft, gentle, almost chaste, like Steven is trying to tell you something without words.

You guess at what it could be but are afraid to let the thought settle. Things are just beginning with you and Steven. There’s no rush to do anything. If he wants to tell you whatever he’s trying to through touch, you’ll happily wait until he can find the words.

And then, so unexpectedly you can’t help letting out a surprised sound, Steven gently pushes you down onto the couch. He braces himself on his forearms, keeping most of his weight off you. When his lips move along your jaw, you let out a gasp.

“We haven’t finished going over everything,” you say, clutching Steven’s shirt—not to push him away but to keep him close.

Steven lifts his head and grins down at you. “I think i can figure out how to be your boyfriend. Or do you have a list for that, too?” he teases, and your face warms ever so slightly.

“I might,” you mumble. Though now, you’re not sure you need to give it to him.

“You can tell me about it later, then, yeah?” Steven chuckles.

“Yeah,” you agree as you slide one hand up into his curls, pushing his head down so you can kiss him again.

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[holybibly]

Yesterday I was talking to one of my bunnies and we had a very interesting discussion. Remembering San's life with the famous search for "fan fiction", I thought: what if someone from Ateez could be one of my anonymous bunnies?

So here we are.

Which member do you most resemble, bunny? Tell me in the comments. I'm interested.

Ateez as bannies in Holy Bibly blog

Seonghwa - Mommy's most obedient bunny

♥ First one to find the blog

♥ Totally under the spell of atmosphere

♥ Wants to call me Mommy

♥ Totally shameless but extremely obedient

♥ Wants to be called only "Good Boy/Sugar Bunny"

♥ Always asks permission before touching himself: "I've been a good mommy, can I play with myself?"

♥ Gets bored and needy if there are no answers from me

♥ Favourite AU! - Submissive idol, Mommy Hwa, bunny/kitten hybrid, househusband

♥ If he doesn't get attention, he goes a little crazy

♥ Every day he asks me how I'm doing and shows a lot of concern for me.

♥ Biting his lips and whimpering when he sees my answers

♥ Favourite ff - ℌ𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔦𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔤𝔦𝔯𝔩 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡

♥ A passionate desire to be the most loved bunny in the world

♥ A slut for compliments

♥ Uses his cute little bunny toy to rub his pretty cock all over it

♥ Silk pajamas and sweets

♥ A blushing, aching mess

♥ Soft NSFW Links

♥ "I'll be always belong to you, Mommy"

♥ He prides himself on being the most beloved bunny.

♥ He's jealous but doesn't show it because he doesn't want to upset me.

♥ When he touches himself, he moans and whimpers.

♥ Absolutely precious boy

♥ Writes tender vulgar messages in DMs

♥ He puts his fingers in his mouth, drools on them and rolls his eyes.

♥ Always asks for permission before he cum: "Please, Mommy, can I cum now? I've been such a good little bunny for you."

♥ Checking my blog is the first thing he does when he wakes up.

♥ In general, he really wants to be pampered and to be adored.

San - Shy and gentle / toxic bunny

♥ He found out about the blog by chance. He saw a message about the new post on Hwa's phone.

♥ At first he was terribly embarrassed by all the things. But then he became too addicted.

♥ He calls me My Lady, but secretly he yearns to call me Mommy.

♥ The only time he checks the blog is at night, when he is alone.

♥ He is too quick to be turned on by even the most innocent of messages. It just does things for him.

♥ Too shy to send a request, but would really like to do so.

♥ Wants to be called "Kitten/Handsome Boy", but secretly goes by "Sir".

♥ He is jealous and wants to have my full attention.

♥ Favourite AU! - Kitten Hybrid, Royal, Striptease/Sex Work, Professor Choi

♥ Licks his lips all the time during reading

♥ Bites his shirt so Mingi and Seonghwa can't hear how loud he moans when he jerks off.

♥ The kind of guy who likes to rub his dick all over the sheets

♥ He has a penchant for nipple stimulation.

♥ Favourite ff - ℑ𝔱'𝔰 𝔜𝔬𝔲

♥ Discovery of new kinks in himself after reading my work

♥ After several months of keeping quiet, he plucks up the courage to ask request.

♥ Overly excited about Sugar Weekend, but actually his favourite part is Unholy Hours

♥ Generally torn between wanting to be the best kitty and wanting to control me.

♥ One of the most possessive bunnies here.

♥ A bit of a toxic bunny, but very sweet.

Yeosang - lost/curious bunny

♥ Found the blog because Woo couldn't shut up about it.

♥ Confused by all the requests and the frankness of the bunnies

♥ The first few weeks he didn't understand what was going on.

♥ Literally 🧍🏻He even had to ask Hwa about it. He got a detailed lecture with a demonstration of the materials.

♥ The more he reads, the more addicted he is to it.

♥ He've set up notifications to alert him to new posts so he doesn't miss anything.

♥ He giggles and kicks his legs like a schoolgirl when he reads my replies to the other bunnies.

♥ Gentle baby.

♥ Favourite AU! - Heavy Dom Yeosang, Toxic Boyfriend, Sugar Baby.

♥ Calls me "Miss" or "My Queen".

♥ A very polite bunny who keeps asking me how I'm doing: "My Queen, are you looking after yourself well? You need to drink a lot of water and take vitamins".

♥ Really excited about Yeosang Unni - this is his Roman Empire.

♥ He masturbates in the shower and thinks about all my works.

♥ Each time he remembers the request for a bunny and a shower head.

♥ Moaning in a low and deep voice - "velvet moaning", his favourite phrase.

♥ Wants to be brave and send a request for the Unholy Hour. But doesn't know how to do it properly.

♥ An exquisite bunny with an elegant taste.

♥ He is a little puffy due to the amount of work about him, but he is waiting for Pastor Yeosang and is literally counting the hours until the publication.

♥ Because he wants to have an intimate relationship with me, he doesn't want to discuss it with others.

♥ He loves to be called "My love"

Hongjoong - cheeky/slutty bunny

♥ Finds out about the blog through Hwa. He talks about it all the time, bragging left and right about all the attention he gets from me. Also because of Wooyoung and Mingi's fight over the position of my favorite bunny.

♥ He immediately jumps on the topic.

♥ He has no shame "I'm good in all position"

♥ He boldly communicates with other bunnies, replies to comments and starts whole threads.

♥ No requests, he will write to me in DM right away.

♥ Favourite FF - 𝔓𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔶 𝔉𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔡

♥ Sneaks around on web sites looking for new fur coats

♥ Wants me to call him "Daddy" when he calls me "Mommy".

♥ Attention eater

♥ Maddening jealous: "I just want you to think about me all the time. I'm your favourite bunny."

♥ When tired or upset, comes to talk about his day.

♥ Won't shut up about the results of the voting for a "gift" fic: "You know I'm better than Mingi, right?"

♥ Creates his own sex playlist.

♥ Fan of NSFW Links

♥ Jerks off late at night in his studio. Also likes to touch himself in the shower.

♥ Saves his favourite parts of ff in a separate file.

♥ A moaning mess.

♥ Sometimes forgets his cocky behaviour and asks me to look after him.

♥ All in all very gentle and needy.

♥ Loves to be intimate.

♥ Reading works about Hwa on the sly: "That's my boy" - heartly.

♥ Likes to have conversations with me about kinks.

♥ Favourite AU! - Sugar Daddy, Wolf/Leopard Hybrids, Dilf, Pirate King, CEO

Wooyoung - needy/brat bunny

♥ Found out about the blog by stealing Yeosang's phone. Poor guy choked on his protein shake when he saw Woo looking at the blog.

♥ Totally in love with everything that happens.

♥ Lives and breathes thanks to my work.

♥ Priest Wooyoung is his Roman Empire, rubbing it in everyone's face how fucking hot it was.

♥ He is shameless and open to the point of being impossible.

♥ DM messages 24/7 a day.

♥ He likes to flirt with the other bunnies.

♥ Likes to be called "Good boy / Sweetheart / Foxy".

♥ Will talk about anything and everything in the world.

♥ He deliberately upsets me so that he gets punished: "I've been such a bad bunny, is Mommy going to punish me?"

♥ Loves humiliation.

♥ Calls me "Mommy" in a very horny way.

♥ Spams me with the most depraved requests on a non-stop basis.

♥ Favourite AU! - Fox/Kitten hybrid, sugar baby, toxic boyfriend, religion, sugar daddy (he believes in his potential).

♥ Possesses jealousy: "I can be the only one, can't I?"

♥ Likes to deny himself an orgasm while reading - wants to cum with the characters.

♥ Always horny, so our correspondence tends to be more like a dirty-talking manual.

♥ Comfortably oversized clothes and bulging veins in his forearms.

♥ Favorite FF - 𝔇𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔲𝔰 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩

♥ He is incredibly affectionate: "Mommy, do you want me to take care of you? I'm going to behave, I promise".

♥ He will have the audacity to tell me that he masturbates and will ask me to help him with it.

♥ Incredibly loud when he's jerking off. Doesn't care who hears him. Has an amazing time and can't think of anything else.

♥ After a hard day, he loves jerking off in his bed. He takes his time and spreads the pleasure all over the place. Of course, he cum without permission.

♥ "I want to be punished, Mommy".♥ All in all, a soft loverboy.

Yunho - shy/slutty bunny

♥ Finds out about the blog from Hwa. Follows him like a lost puppy until Seonghwa shares the link.

♥ He is a bit shy at first, but he quickly gets involved.

♥ He leaves comments and sends sweet messages to the inbox like an energetic and inspired bunny.

♥ Shy to DM me, but really wants to.

♥ Unholy hours are his thing.

♥ Has a tendency towards corruption kink, size kink, size training.

♥ Yungi is his favourite pairing.

♥ Obediently waits for the second part of BOTH.

♥ Prefers to be called "Pretty boy/Puppy/Sugar bunny".

♥ Calls me "My Lady", but wants to be strong enough to call me "Mistress".♥ Shyly asks for permission to touch himself "May I? Please"

♥ He had no idea how crazy everyone was about his hands until he'd read my work.

♥ Will definitely try putting them in his mouth before mirror to see how that works.

♥ Waiting for new posts like an impatient puppy.

♥ Very excited about the upcoming Priest Yunho fic. Secretly angry about the fact that Wooyoung is the only one who has had his own fic in this series so far.

♥ Favourite AU! - Sugar Daddy, Sub Idol, Yandere, Office, Wolf/Golden Retriever Hybrid

♥ Checks the blog a couple of times a day.

♥ Usually jerks off in the late hours of the night after everyone else has gone to bed.

♥ Cries and pants when he starts playing with himself.

♥ He likes to be overstimulated. He cums at least 3-4 times and brings himself to tears.

♥ He has a fake pussy that he can play with.

♥ "It's so fucking tight, fuck"

♥ He will definitely tell me what he did yesterday evening.

♥ Other than that, he is just a sweet, golden boy.

Mingi - shameless/horny bunny

♥ He found out about the blog when Yunho accidentally spilled the beans about it.

♥ He fell in love immediately and forever.

♥ I'm definitely his favourite.

♥ Loves to read comments, has a big grin on his face all the time.

♥ Very full of himself.

♥ He gets horny too fast and is able to jerk off several times a day.

♥ Calls me "Mistress" in the most perverse manner.

♥ Sends me requests, writes in DMs, and wants my complete and all-consuming attention.

♥ Competing for be favourite bunny on the blog with Seonghwa.

♥ Prefers to be called "Dirty Boy/Fox".

♥ He will definitely write to me in DM to tell me how much he gets turned on by what I write.

♥ Receives a notification every time a new post is made.

♥ "You can put a collar around my neck and strangle me to death, mistress."

♥ He's waiting for a fic about himself as a fox hybrid, he thinks he'd look great with a bushy tail.

♥ DIRTY TALK

♥ He is very possessive: "I would hate to share you with anyone else".

♥ He tests my patience

♥ ℭ𝔯𝔞𝔷𝔶 𝔉𝔬𝔯𝔪 is his religion.

♥ Favourite AU! - Pervert Idol, Sugar Daddy, Striptease/Sex Work, Professor Mingi, Vampire.

♥ He likes to stroke his dick while reading, he is in no hurry with the pleasure.

♥ "Are you going to punish me, Mistress? I've been such a naughty boy."

♥ To punish him, I decided to write down the most detailed dirt on him and send it to him at a totally unexpected time.

♥ He bites his lips and moans softly, swearing terribly.

♥ However, he adores me and will never stop complimenting me.

Jongho - innocent/not innocent bunny

♥ He has no idea why his Hyungs are so obsessed with my blog. Figures it all out for himself through the search for my nickname on Tumblr.

♥ Thinks the whole dynamic between me and the bunnies is funny and he smiling all the time.

♥ Slowly becoming addicted.

♥ He is very interested in the Omegaverse and how it all works.

♥ The bunny that asks questions in the inbox.

♥ "What do I have to call you?" "Are there any rules to follow?" "How open can I be with you?"

♥ Sneaky sends requests about himself to the Unholy Hours

♥ 100% enabled new posts notifications

♥ Pisses off all the Hyungs by being friends with me.

♥ He and Yunho are the main gossips in the dorm and have discussions about everything and anything.

♥ A diligent and obedient bunny with a few hidden kinks.

♥ Loves hip riding, choking and spanking, these things makes him horny.

♥ He is having the time of his life.

♥ Favourite AU! - Sugar Daddy, Hard dom, Omegaverse, Idol x Idol

♥ Reads my blog all over the place, as if it were just a news portal.

♥ He is one of the most sociable bunnies, but he is still anonymous.

♥ My stories make him horny and he doesn't like to lose control of himself.

♥ He ends up masturbating in the bathroom, breathing heavily and biting the palm of his hand to stop himself from moaning out loud.

♥ Loves the idea of NSFW links. He secretly saves all the videos on his phone.

♥ Wants to be called "Darling/Sweet".

♥ He is very caring, so he is always on the lookout for my well-being.

♥ He feels very comfortable and has a lot of fun with me.

♥ He blushes like a school girl when I call him "Sugar Bunny"

[letmeoutofthebasementt]

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Changbin

Jeongin

Felix

Seungmin

Hyunjin

Lee Know

Han

Least

Bangchan

He would. He probably has, and will continue to in the future. He finds a sense of fulfillment in these relationships. Like he probably dates Aussie girls a lot because they remind him of home. If they’re from far away he has this mentality of “Oh, you traveled all this way and your journeys ended with an amazing new relationship” towards them or something.

Changbin

Definitely. Like Chan, he probably prefers them. I think he thinks of it as an achievement? Because he has to work in those relationships, and they’re fulfilling. He feels like they both have to make that effort and have that sort of ambition to get there, and learn about each other’s cultures, languages, etc. it’s a sign of love. He likes dating foreigners also because they don’t know him as ‘Changbin of Stray Kids’, but as this foreign Korean dude they met. (Though I would say there is that aspect of wishing that they did know and appreciate his art if they didn’t.)

Jeongin

He would. He thinks there’s potential and he may get lucky. I’m getting a lot of…Finance indicators here. I’m gonna be so for real, he probably dates old white sugar mommies. Or daddies. Whichever way he swings. Said what I said. I’m also getting that…He loves the money. He’s young, and sure he’s rich but who doesn’t want to be wined, dined, and pampered? He’s not big on relationships or commitment as a general rule of thumb since he’s busy and working and just living his life and young. But if he does date someone? Might as well get something out of it.

Felix

Felix has no real preference. Though this may be because his terms of…What’s foreign and what’s not are broader? Is something foreign when the cultures are different? Is it foreign when the countries are different? Is a foreigner someone who’s not Australian or someone who’s not Korean? There’s a lot of gray area. But generally he doesn’t care where you are. If you can communicate, have things you have in common, and can compromise then hes okay with whatever. Cambodian, Indian, South African, American, Indonesian, whatever it is. As long as their minds and hearts are in the same place.

Seungmin

He doesn’t really seem to care. As long as they have that depth and emotional security he’s looking for, it’s whatever. I’m getting a direct message of “As long as I can be happy with them without sacrificing myself.” So essentially, he truly and honestly doesn’t care as long as they’re happy together.

Hyunjin

No. I think, practically, he would, he has, and he does. He enjoys learning about cultures and traditions and languages. Foreign partners are the perfect way to mix what he loves most. (This part made me giggle but I’m free styling this shit) Love, sex, and learning. It’s a win win win. Like that one conversation he had with Seungmin. With that being said, back to the no aspect of the tarot. His most recent ex was probably foreign. And that was DISASTROUS. I’m talking hopelessly, everything destroyed, life and mental health in shambles (I keep getting a lot of scratching images? Like scratched up clothes, scratched up skin, scratched up wallpaper. As well as just broken furniture. Possibly physically abusive but that’s just me speculating) so much so he probably threw the entire country they’re from away. “Never stepping foot there again” type shit. So, in normal circumstances he would, but the ex probably used cultural differences as a crutch. Like, “No, this isn’t abuse. This is normal in my culture. It’s showing how much I love you.” And Hyunjin loves love, but not that type of love. But poor little Hyunjin believed it and now he’s scared. I put him in the lower middle because he WOULD under normal circumstances but these AREN’T normal circumstances.

Lee Know

Honestly, I don’t think he would. He’s tried, but it hasn’t worked out. There’s cultural differences, language differences, etc. and there’s also just conflicting values, upbringings, etc. he finds a hard time connecting on those deeper levels because they lack a lot of shared experiences they would’ve otherwise had, even down to cuisine. He steers clear of dating foreigners.

Han

Another no. Another who has and didn’t like the experience. Honestly this might’ve been because of in-laws. The cultural differences stressed him out and I think he’s said he has social anxiety before anyways? Correct me if I’m wrong but I heard it somewhere. Can’t remember there. But he gets really restless and feels like his skin is peeling and crawling and wants to fucking die when he has to meet the in laws. He doesn’t know what to wear, how to act, what to bring, what to do, how to talk (If he even knows the language). It just stressed him out. And honestly, it’s probably the same vice versa. Also, he might’ve dated an American. And American girls are much more…Open with the opposite sex than Korean girls are. And because of that it stressed him out because he got insecure and over thought everything but also didn’t want to be overbearing because he knew it was a cultural thing. So…

[alicerosejensen]

Infinite darkness Leon with a calm soft reader,he found her awake looking behind the glasses in Early in the morning remember the past,so he wants to Leave these thoughts from her behind and go back to sleep(their already in fourteen, like sugar mommy and daddy;)...)

Warning: fluff, soft reader, hint of sugar daddy (Barely a hint) , the reader's traumatic past; Poor eyesight, reader wears glasses.

Note: I hope I translated the request correctly. In general, it is surprising that I write fluff and not Hurt.

Sunlight through the soft curtains penetrated in thin beams of weak light into the bedroom. It was a time when he was not touched during the vacation. With Leon's work, you can never be sure that he will not be called at any moment to be sent on another mission, but so far everything was calm Leon just rented a house by the lake for a week and took you with him to enjoy peace and quiet. He even likes this life, almost remote from the bustle of the city, in a small cozy house, when the neighbors do not make noise in the evening and he can just sit with you on the couch embracing watching some program or movie while your head lies on his chest.

He had a sweet night full of tenderness, love and wet kisses with passionate confessions of devotion. Leon left traces of his love on you when he grabbed your waist slowly and deeply moving inside you, giving pleasure, finding the perfect contrast to make you feel good with him. He whispered and promised to give you everything you deserve and you knew that he would rather die than break his promises.

His sweet beloved angel... You were sleeping and Leon was just picking through your strands for a long time and kissing your back while you were sleeping on your stomach quite a light sleep. He just knew that you two needed to leave for a while. In the end, Leon thought a change of scenery would be a good cure for unpleasant memories of the past.

However, what he didn't expect was that if he woke up too early, he wouldn't find your body next to him in bed. Usually he always hugged you tightly, this made the joint sleep quite deep, helping to relax, and it was not easy to break out of his grip. Although, it would be more correct to say that it was impossible to escape from the captivity of Leon S. Kennedy without forcing him to wake up, but somehow you managed it.

The wristwatch that was lying on the bedside table showed Leon only five in the morning. He casually threw them back looking around the room in search of you, noticing one small detail - the clothes he took off from you in the evening also disappeared somewhere. However, it is unlikely that you could have gone far.

"Sweetheart?" Leon called loudly, putting on boxers and pants to go downstairs.

Fortunately, the anxiety disappeared as soon as you appeared in his field of vision, sitting in an armchair in panties, one T-shirt and your glasses, which you wore only when you sat down to work. Leon's hands slid over your shoulders making you jump in surprise

"Oh, it's you…" you sighed with relief when you got comfortable in the armchair that you turned to the window to look at the sunrise over the lake. The view was really beautiful. "I was already hoping that I could lull the vigilance of Super Agent Kennedy"

Leon grinned, but his smile faded when he noticed that the trip didn't make you feel any better. The mood remained the same melancholic and even last night could not fix the situation in any way. He took you for a walk in the woods, watched some meaningless movie on this old TV, had great sex with you, but you were still not with him. Somewhere out there alone with myself.

Leon walked around the armchair, standing right in front of you and slowly pulled the glasses off your face. You stared at him with surprised eyes when his silhouette became slightly blurred due to poor eyesight, but before protesting, his hands grabbed your face when he bent down to kiss you with a demanding kiss not devoid of tenderness and passion.

"You'll have to train for a long time for that, sunshine." He merrily remarked, interrupting the kiss, but continuing to squeeze your cheeks in his palms, stroking them with his thumb, while his forehead was pressed against yours. "We didn't come here to get up so early."

"I know…" you gasped, pulling away from him, immediately shuddering from the cool air, from which your skin is covered with goosebumps. "I just can't forget about what happened. I keep running away from the past, and when I think it's all over, it's over… finds me again"

"I'm sorry I'm ruining your vacation," you drawled in frustration, looking at the notebook on the table with which you came here with him.

"Don't say that!" Leon objected and you are touched by him and the care and tenderness with which he treats you when he takes you by the hand and pulls you towards him, forcing you to get up from the armchair.

"Listen, it's very nice and quiet here. No one but the two of us and possibly annoying birds that sing incessantly. You're safe here with me, and believe me, I won't let anything or anyone disturb our peace. We deserve it. And when we get home, we will solve everything that worries us. I brought you here to distract you and calm down and not worry even more."

That was Leon's whole point. Your Leon. Pressing you to his chest while his hands stroke your back and his lips gently kiss your temple. This person is ready to be your saving beacon for the rest of his life, and no matter how selfish it was, but you really liked the idea that you could entrust your worries to him and he would do everything to heal your wounds. It seems that the world does not deserve this man, but he is there and he is yours. The warmth of his hands was like the embrace of a July paradise in which you settled forever and it seems only for you there was a place.

Your heart began to beat in its natural calm rhythm when Leon literally covered you with his body, burying his nose in the top of his head, kissing her.

"Come on! Let's go back to bed and continue our sleep and then… and then we'll decide along the way and we won't get ahead of ourselves even"

Leon does everything for your endless happiness, which makes it seem to you that in this house the two of you could stay together for a thousand years, no one would find you. Not his job, not your traumatic past. And let this thousand years last only a week, it will remain in your memory forever as one of their most precious memories when Leon grabs you in his arms in a wedding style to go back to bed and you cuddle up to him sweetly wrapping your bodies in a warm blanket feeling how he hugs you to him.

Because he loves and will love for a very long long time…

[wrinkly-fucking-qtip]

I can't find the post, but a user said their headcanon Lip was jealous of Ian because of his relationship with Monica, the “closeness" they had, earning the title of the favorite kid by Monica standards, something something. That 1x10 scene with Lip and Monica tells you everything you need to know about his feelings towards her. He wants to love her but refuses, understandably so. And it's obvious Helene is ominously written to fill that motherly void Lip has. But I just constantly think of the line "I want to surround myself with minds like Youens and Runyon."

I'm rambling and not making sense but, I honestly believe Lip was Frank's favorite out of the boys. He hated Ian, only used Carl for personal gain and liked him for it, was too I'll to genuinely "value" Liam. Not to say that being Frank's favorite is ok 💀 Lip was obviously Youens favorite student, as fucky as their relationship was, and here comes Helene. He was Helene's "special student." What a way to feel like a favorite student by two professors that only feed the void your parents created.

Youens will always be an alcoholic no matter how much you wish he cared for you. His own daughter resented him. You're reliving what Frank created. And Helene, you want her to be with you, you nurture you cause your mom never could and she found a new kid to emotionally manipulate. Even if she had good intentions with him in S5, she took advantage of a vulnerable teenager. ANYWAY, back to Lip.

Really, wanting to be your professor's favorite student to see if it somehow fills that parental void. Only for both your biological father and "chosen" father to die, alcohol related deaths by the way. Then there's your biological mom who died and you never rebuilt your relationship with her because why would you. Not only did you find a mommy you could slide your dick in, the bitch groomed you, left you high and dry, just like Monica, and then you relapsed. You thought you could fill that Monica hole with her, but, just like with your "dads," you ended up with no mom either. I'm rambling, ate a lot of sugar and this is the result, I'm thinking about Lip again.

Lip I'm so sorry. You're a tragic fuck. I love you.

[n1nme4r]

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭

❝𝐅𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐞-𝐮𝐩, 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞-𝐮𝐩, 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞-𝐮𝐩 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬❞ - Grrrls, AViVA

Tags: anxiety and panic attacks, schizophrenia, slight cheating, not explicit material.

Wc: 9.1K Ss: 5

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The alarm went off at 7:00 a.m. The dull blue shone off the room and caused my eyelids to flutter awake. The sound of the notification rang clearly. I knew I was in for a rough ride. Hey, the additional half-hour was well worth it. What had I not slept in? A week? Two? I'm, to put it mildly, busy. Waking up on a Sunday was refreshing and diminishing at the same time. The joy of not having school was cut short by the ever-present threat of tomorrow. Let alone the morning and night shifts I had at the cafe. I turned on my side towards my marble white nightstand and checked the first notification on my phone. Great. I'm late.

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I locked my door behind me as I walked off on foot towards the café in black leggings and a black shirt. The crisp morning air brushed against my skin, causing a shiver to run down my spine and making me grateful for the extra layer of warmth provided by my favourite leather jacket. With each step, the rhythmic sound of my boots echoed through the quiet streets, adding a sense of purpose to my stride.

It wasn't that far away, but knowing Ari, I'd probably get into trouble for being late. Despite the challenges, I cherished the moments spent at the café, as it provided a much-needed escape from my daily struggles. Ari was... interesting. She never really talked to me at first; she was silent, and I thought she didn't like me. All those years ago in kindergarten, I was right; she didn't like me. I figured that out the hard way when she stuck gum in my hair, but even after she apologised, she still didn't like me. I persisted, and now? Now, she pays for all my expenses. Even my neat little apartment, the rent, and the utility bills. It was all her.

'Huh, she's like my sugar mommy.' I thought to myself as I turned the corner to the quiet city square. It looked different early in the morning, with no bustling and cars honking, but I knew it would only be a few minutes till the bustling of the city square would return.

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The café was quite small and quaint; it seemed out of place in the bustling city square. The bright pink walls were a contrast to the dreary grey of the concrete jungle around it. As I stepped inside, I noticed in an instant that the delightful smell of coffee was not buzzing through the air, with the chatter of morning customers non-existent. It was silent; the door was left open, the open sign was hanging, but yet there was silence. It was unusual for the cafe-at the very least in the morning. The absence of the familiar sounds made me uneasy, as if something were amiss. I cautiously approached the door, hoping to find an explanation for the eerie silence that enveloped the once-lively cafe.

As I walked in, I noticed that the café wasn't empty; there was a group of four men huddled together in the back corner, speaking in hushed tones. Their serious expressions and secretive demeanour added to the growing sense of unease. They had seen me enter, and their eyes were trained on me now. I looked around for any source of a worker. Perhaps, if not Aria, maybe a part-timer. I knew I was trying to delude myself. Aria didn't hire part-timers; it was me and her. So who let them in? I thought back to the message she had sent me earlier. Were these the men she was referring to? I mean, she said they were hot, but she did say that she was scared of them. I felt cautious around them.

Trying to buy time, I reported to the back of the store to check myself in and get my apron. I reminded myself to stay calm and focused, ready to react if necessary. I checked Ari's office before moving into the kitchen. I started the coffee machines and began prepping the ingredients for the day's menu. As the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, I felt a sense of comfort amidst the tension. As I finished each task, my confidence increased, and I told myself that I could handle any situation that could come up.

With that, the beginner chores ended, and I had nothing else to do but approach the table of men. I noticed that they had been staring at me as I did my task. I took a deep breath, calming myself, and made my way to their table. The boys noticed me coming and turned to face me. Sorry, did I say boys? I meant men. The four were built and insanely handsome. She was right; they are extremely hot. I felt the flush of heat warm up my cheeks, and I quickly shook my head, trying to clear my mind. The boys were all dressed in black; the neutral, monotone outfit juxtaposed their feverish-coloured hair.

I caught myself staring and cleared my throat, mentally preparing myself to speak. Before I spoke, I thought briefly about why I was acting nervous in front of them. Was it their striking looks or the aura of confidence they exuded? Their very presence seemed to demand respect and attention. I inhaled deeply, reminding myself to maintain my composure and pay attention to the work at hand.

"Excuse me, gentlemen," I began, my voice slightly shaky. "I couldn't help but notice that you've been watching me. Is there something I can assist you with?"

The men exchanged glances, a hint of amusement playing on their faces. One of them finally spoke up, his voice deep and smooth. His azul blue hair added dimension to his black three-piece suit. "Actually, we were just wondering if you'd like to join us for a drink."

I was totally taken aback. Four men—hot, fine, gorgeous men—that nonetheless were complete strangers were asking me to have a drink with them. Despite my deepest desires—they were quite surface-level—I stood firm, aware that I was completely unaware of the people before me. I took a deep breath, trying to keep as much formality as I could.

"I'm sorry, but I'm currently working hours, so unfortunately I cannot. Though, I would love to assist you in anything else if needed." I spoke timidly, trying to retain a professional demeanour but failing miserably.

The men looked at each other, then at me; they were communicating with their eyes. Their expressions grew more serious, and I could sense tension in the air. It was clear that there was an unspoken understanding between them, and I felt like an outsider in that moment though I wasn't supposed to be at my own cafe. But their silence made me even more aware of my inability to decipher their nonverbal cues. I had to ask myself what they were thinking and if I had unintentionally offended them. Finally, one of them looked up gingerly and slowly, as if monitoring his words, and asked.

"Could you give us a menu then?" I looked at the blonde as he spoke; he had an Australian, almost British, accent. His voice was lower than that of the average human; the rich voice was almost seductive in its smoothness. I was drawn into his presence, despite the lingering unease in the room, which was directed at me. As he waited for a response, his piercing eyes met mine, and for a moment, I felt a strange connection that made my heart skip a beat. He looked almost familiar, as if I had seen him somewhere before. But before I could overthink like I normally do, the blue-head cleared his throat, breaking our gaze and bringing me back to reality.

"Sure! Wait one sec!" I replied, quickly grabbing menus from behind the counter. As I handed it to them, I started obsessing about what had happened before I came. I remembered the fact that Aria still wasn't here, and it had been 20 minutes. Obviously, she had been the one to unlock the cafe; she was the only one with the key. But that meant she was also the one who left them there. And judging by her text, she obviously didn't know them. So what happened?

I left the group to make a call in the back. I never normally go on the phone during work, but this was a special occasion. I crossed my fingers, humming along to my ringtone, in the hopes that Aria would respond and end my suffering. My mind was constantly racing with possibilities of what may have happened to her while I waited tensely for her to pick up. The phone continued ringing unanswered, and I began to feel increasingly anxious and uneasy about things. The call rang twice before the line cut; Aria wasn't picking up her phone.

I could feel a knot forming in my stomach, as if my worst fears were starting to become a reality. Panic began to set in as I frantically dialled her number again, hoping she would pick up this time. The silence on the other end only deepened my unease, leaving me with a sinking feeling that something truly terrible had happened to Aria. As my thoughts rippled around freely in my head, I heard the deep voice of the blonde yell out from the front once more.

"Hey! We're ready to order. Are you still there?"

I quickly rushed out of the kitchen, putting the worry of Aria behind me for a moment, and stood at their table. "Yes, you can tell me your orders. What would you like?"

"Why is all the food here so boring?" The blue-headed man cut the blonde off with an unexpected remark that left him speechless. His comments were filled with arrogance as his eyes assessed my figure.

"Well, the food here was made by our chef. So if you don't like it, no one is telling you to stay."

I bitterly said this, observing the way his demeanour changed towards me. He was staring me in the eyes with a reserved, cold look. The ice carried something different-a mix of illicit and malicous. I examined the way he carried himself, trying to read his intention.

He sat leaned over in the chair, balancing on the leg of it. He was dressed head to toe in black, but unlike the rest of the members who showed up casually, he was wearing a three-piece suit with a white undershirt. His outfit reaked of money, with designer brands attached to him. I took a long, hard stare at him. It was clear that he was not someone to be underestimated or taken lightly. He held himself above others and exuded a sense of narcissism and selfishness. Basically, he acted bitchy because he was a bitch.

"Cocky for a waitress." He remarked, The egocentric fuel flashed in his eyes once again, but just as it had come, it vanished, replaced with a smirk of amusement. "You know what, cutie? I'm sorry... It seems I've offended you."

'Is this man bipolar?'

I looked around; only now did I remember I wasn't alone. There were three other pairs of eyes following me, all with varied degrees of amusement, curiosity, concern, and anger... wait, anger?

He had purple hair; the drab colour almost faded into his all-black outfit. He was staring at me with frustration in his eyes and a clenched jaw. His body language screamed tension, as if he were ready to explode at any moment. I was not sure what I had done to deserve such a strong response from him.

His eyes bore into mine with more intensity than those of his companion. He was looking at me like he wanted me dead. Looking around, I realised that, even though not all looks were hostile, they were unfamiliar. I was alone in a secluded cafe with four handsome but intimidating strangers who looked hostile.

Suddenly, I felt the walls cave in. I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins as I tried to gather my thoughts and come up with a plan. I knew for a fact that I was hopeless without Aria. I was socially awkward, and I never knew how to talk to people. I started to panic as I realised that I needed to find a way out of here and take these strangers with me before it escalated any further. These men were dangerous, and as Aria would say, "Don't tread in the trenches; you'll be pulled in." 

Aria was my best friend and the only person who could navigate social situations with ease. Without her, I felt lost and vulnerable. I had to find a way to tap into her wisdom and strength, even if she wasn't physically here with me. I desperately wished Aria was by my side; her calm and quick thinking always saved me from situations like this.

But she wasn't here... And was I overreacting? Yes, but so be it. I needed Aria like I needed water.  I apologise for my behaviour. It's just that Aria has always been my rock, and without her, I feel  lost.

My eyes started growing blurry as tears welled up, clouding my vision. The overwhelming sense of loneliness and desperation washed over me, intensifying the panic that had already taken hold. I was struggling to breathe, and I desperately longed for Aria's presence, her calming influence, and her ability to find solutions in the most chaotic of situations. 

The air was stiff, and I struggled to breathe. I struggled to ground myself.

'Aria, think of Aria'

'Think of death.'

'Think of Coco'

'Your dead dog'

'Think of Aria, goddam it!! Aria'

I stopped the voices in my head from completely taking over my mind, taking deep breaths. I stopped my body from shaking uncontrollably. I focused on grounding myself, feeling the coolness of the floor beneath me and the weight of my body against it. Slowly, I began to regain control over my emotions. I felt my lungs clear up and my eyes stop welling. Crises averted: not having a mental breakdown in front of complete strangers!

Except, not really.

Once I calmed myself down, I realised that I had blanked out infront of a group of strangers, in front of four random people who were staring at me with concern. Embarrassment washed over me as I quickly regained my sense, trying to salvage whatever dignity I had left. Once I fully stood up, I noticed that the eyes on me were all filled with an almost judgmental gaze. I processed why quickly when I noticed right in front of me was the blue-haired guy; his eyes held a balance of concern and pity. His hand travelled to caress my cheek. His hand was soft and gentle, and... wait... his hand was on my cheek? As quickly as my trance began, it ended. I quickly jumped back, determined to find something other than the table in front of me to look at.

His eyes remained central to me as he softly chuckled. The sound was incredible and miraculous. I felt my face flush, warmth trailing up to my cheeks. I looked him up and down. All black suit, black tie, and black shoes. His neck had a tattoo; from where I was standing, I couldn't see it. But it looked like he had more than one.

"Are you ok, my sweet?"

My sweet. The words fell from his mouth like a curse-a sweet, desirable curse. I looked back and met his eyes. He was attractive-let's not lie-but he wasn't really my type, and despite that, I still felt a magnet pull us together, as if there was an invisible force drawing me towards him.

"Yeah, I'm fine; I just get a little nervous at times."

The intensity in his gaze made it hard to resist, and I found myself inexplicably drawn to him, curious to uncover the secrets behind those tattoos on his neck. Or the reasoning behind that unbecoming hair.

"Do you need anything?" he said, his hand falling back to my cheek.

"No, I'm fine,"

"You should sit down."

"I'm really fine."

"I don't believe you. I can help you know."

"You don't have to."

"Believe you? Or help you?"

"Both."

He looked at me again with doe eyes. He confused me so much. I didn't know his name or what he was doing here, but he had me wrapped around his veiny fingers already. He was gorgeous, in a masculine way. He looked gentle.

But he also looked rough, like he could tear me apart on a whim. He was arrogant and could swich up easily. There was a certain allure to his unpredictable nature, like a dangerous charm, that drew me in. It was as if he carried a hidden darkness within him, masked by his captivating appearance.

As I was pondering the most important-world-changing-thoughts, another male, with dark brown mushroom bangs, spoke. "Chan, can we please order?"

'Chan, huh? What a fitting name...'

"Seungmin, can't you be patient for one second?" Chan said, turning towards Seungmin and the rest of the table. "All of you be nice; she's clearly been through a lot."

"Chris... I thought we came here for food." Seungmin wined.

"Seungmin..." Chris said a warning laced in with his voice. "Seungmin, can you please show some empathy? We can order after we make sure she's okay." Chris's tone was firm and held some authority. I saw Seungmin audibly sigh and retire his argument.

"W-"

"But Seungmins right, I think we've played around enough. Uhmm -" Chan looked at me then, as if he had come to a realisation. He spoke again: "We never got your name; tell me, what's your gorgeous name, cutie?"

"Y/N," I said hastily.

"Y/N, huh... pretty name for a pretty person." He said enticingly, "Well, Y/N, I'm Chris or Bangchan, but you can call me yours."

'Of course he really is a charmer. He probably does this to lots of women.'

He turned back to the table and sat down. All four eyes looked at me.

'This is moving too fast,' I thought with a still smile on my face.

'So even you know it."

'SAY SOMETHING.'

'She can't... she shouldn't'

'That's dumb'

'Your dumb'

'Calm down... You're moving too fast.'

'...'

'.....'

I decided to play along and responded with a playful smile, "Well, Chan, it's nice to meet you. But let's not get ahead of ourselves just yet. Okay, so... what would you guys like?"

"Hot chocolate."

"Latte and croque monsieur,"

"Just a coffee, dark."

"A sweet tea, but not sweeter than you, Mon cherie."

I chuckled at Chan's cheesy remark, appreciating his attempt at charm. As I took everyone's orders, I noticed that I was starting to feel comfortable around them. I reminded myself that I just had a mental breakdown. I had always been quite gullible; at least that's what Aria said, though it seemed like this breakfast would be more enjoyable than I had initially anticipated. Of course, I had anticipated the worst since I saw them, but I guess first impressions aren't always right. Though be careful around the blue one.

"Of course, I'll get that for you," I responded, giving a curt smile and walking off.

I peered through the window; the sun was in the sky, and the new bustle of the city came alive. I watched as people began their daily lives. It was currently 8 in the morning, and the streets were already filled with a sea of commuters rushing to their destinations. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, enticing passersby to stop by the nearby cafes for a quick caffeine fix before diving into their hectic schedules. I could see some familiar faces in the crowd, and I re-grounded myself.

Just because some random men got me scared and just because Aria wasn't here doesn't mean I can't handle the situation at hand.

'I can do it' I promised myself, 'I'll make Aria proud."

Just as I envisioned that, the familiar jingle of the front door opened, and I turned to see the bright face of one of our regulars.

"Stay put, Emi. It'll be just a second. I'm running a one-woman show here!"

I laid out the ingredients for the croque monsiour and started preparing the coffee maker. As I worked efficiently, my confidence grew. I reminded myself of all the times I had successfully handled the bustling cafe on my own, which was once. I had a sense of relief and confidence that I could manage any situation as soon as I finished each task. The cafe started to fill in with more customers, and I could feel the energy in the air. The familiar hum of conversation and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee created a comforting atmosphere.

I inhaled deeply before plunging headlong into the space that housed all of the clients and my upcoming paycheck. The commotion of the cafe served as my inspiration since I realised that every conversation I had was a chance to add a little sunshine to someone's day. I was determined to provide each customer with outstanding service, so I smiled as I collected orders and moved quickly around the crowded area.

"Okay, that's going to take longer because I'm working alone; would you like to change or...? No, no, that's fine... It'll take 10 minutes."

I ran back into the kitchen to finish all the orders. I finished the first ones, and... Shit, I forgot about Chan's parties order. I grabbed the sandwitch and the coffees. I ran to their table, where they were all still sitting patiently, enveloped in chatter.

"Okay! Here you go: one latte with a croque monsieur, one black coffee, one hot chocolate, and a sweet tea; that's not sweeter than me!" I said, "Also, sorry for the delay, and thanks for being so patient."

Chan's face had gone dark now; he had gone back to his stoic expression. He looked at me with something sharper-pure hate. I could feel the tension in the air as Chan's piercing gaze bore into me. The once lively atmosphere at the table had suddenly turned icy, leaving me bewildered and unsure of what had caused this sudden shift in his attitude.

"Yes, thank you, and it's good. We're just happy that you brought it." The blonde spoke, trying to diffuse the tension with a forced smile. However, his words seemed to have little effect, as Chan's icy stare remained fixed on me, making it clear that his anger was directed solely at me.

"It's okay, and sorry again." I said, shying a smile.

"Oh, and is it okay if we stay here for awhile? If you're busy, we can leave." He spoke again, his deep voice pulling me into a trance of enticement. I hesitated for a moment, feeling the weight of his gaze, before finally responding, "No, it's fine. You can stay as long as you need."

"Okay, thanks; then you can go back to your work. We'll call if we need anything." I smiled and turned back towards the kitchen.

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It was exactly 2:30 p.m. when business finally slowed down. I had been working for a total of six hours, with minimal breaks in between. We were entering happy hour, and a total of four parties were here: two single parties, one couple, and the four that were huddled in the corner. Eight in total. Chan's party hadn't even made an attempt at moving from their spot since they arrived. They hadn't even asked for refreashments. I couldn't tell whether they were loiterers or stalkers.

On sadder and more concerning notes, Aria still wasn't here; she hadn't answered any messages or picked up any calls. I began to worry about Aria's well-being and wondered if something had happened to her. Her absence was unusual and concerning, especially considering the lack of communication. I just hoped that she was safe and would reach out soon to let me know she was okay.

I perked up from behind the counter as I heard the doorbell ring. Waving goodbye to the last four customers. Four down, four more to go. I peeked at their table and found them staring back at me. I smiled and walked up to them.

"Well, you've officially beat out the rest of the customers. Congrats, I guess. I hope you enjoyed your meal. Is there anything else I can assist you with?" I asked, trying to maintain my friendly tone despite my growing curiosity about their lingering gaze.

"We're waiting for someone; we thought they might come earlier, but well, I guess not." Chan spoke. His voice was completely neutral. No emotion leaked through it.

"Patience can be a virtue," I replied, offering a reassuring smile. "If there's anything else you need while you wait, please don't hesitate to let me know."

"Thanks, we will." Chan responded, turning back to his group.

I walked away feeling slightly reassured that they weren't stalkers. I decided I needed a break. I would take a walk around to the back of the building. I needed to go there either way, and I was sure that they wouldn't steal anything.

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I stood near the large industrial garbage can with a cigarratte in my hand and examined it carefully. It had been a month or so since I promised Aria to quit Cigs. I had kept faithful throughout the entire period, though there were times like this when it was hard to resist going back. The voices, the strangers, and the weight of running the cafe by myself were simply overwhelming. I didn't realise how long I had been straining at the cigarette until I heard a deep grumble from beside me. I found myself face-to-face with the cute, blonde boy from earlier.

He had a lighter in his hand, and his gaze remained fixated on the cigarrette in my hand. "Are you going to light it or not?"

I hesitated; I wasn't supposed to. I had promised Aria. He saw my hesitation and chuckled. Walking up to me and grabbing my hand that held the cigarette, he turned it to face him and lit it, taking a long drag before exhaling a cloud of smoke in my face. As he handed the cigarette back to me, he raised an eyebrow with a smirk and said, "Sometimes it's okay to break the rules, you know."

I looked at him in shock. My lungs filled with smoke as I coughed violently, struggling to catch my breath. He looked at me and sat right next to me on the pavement. He pulled me down and put his arm around my shoulders. He grabbed the cigaratte, put it near my face, and gave me a look as if telling me. 'Go on, you know you want it.' I hesitated for a moment, but looking into his eyes, there was a charm that pulled me in by the simple familiarity of his features and the mischievous glint in his eyes. I reached out and took the cigarette from him, taking a drag, feeling a mix of rebellion and adrenaline coursing through my veins.

We continued in solitude, taking turns hitting the cigarette. I felt at peace with him by my side, despite him being a stranger. He was pretty, with blonde hair, freckles, and a seductive, deep voice. He looked about my age. And he looked familiar.

I turned to him once I was high enough, "Do I know you?" I blurted out. He turned to me, and taking one final drag of the cigaratte, he blew the smoke in my face and dropped the cigaratte on the ground. As the cigarette hit the ground, he smirked and replied, "Maybe you've seen me in your dreams."

'You've seen him before.'

'No...'

'No!'

'Haven't you? Remember Th...'

'NO!'

I looked at him and shook my head, trying to clear my mind of any fleeting memories. His words sent a chill down my spine, but I couldn't quite place why.

"I'm joking; no, I don't think we've met anywhere... Y/N?."

"Yup, and what's your name, mystery boy?"

"The names Felix. Remember it, darling."

"Felix," I sounded softly. I took one look at his face and thought of a lot of things that could be done with the name. But I quickly brushed those thoughts aside and focused on the present moment. There was something about Felix that intrigued me, and I couldn't help but wonder what secrets he held.

"We should go back. He said, standing up, We've taken 5 minutes out here." He voiced pulling himself up. I raised my hand to him, expecting him to take the offer and pull me up. He did, grabbing my hand and pulling me up.

We reached the door of the cafe at 2:38 p.m. Immediately, I noticed that the room was still empty, apart from the boys in the corner. I also immediately noticed that nothing had been stolen. I bid my goodbyes to Felix and went to the back room. I grabbed my phone and checked Aria's messages immediately.

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I smiled at the message, but it was short-lived. Aria didn't text that formal. My heart started pounding as I read the message again. Something wasn't right. At that moment, I heard my name being called out from the other room. I rushed out to see all the members sitting down while facing me.

Chan stood up and spoke, "We wanted to talk with you; join us?"

I looked him up and down. I don't know what it was, but there was something telling me that this man had something to do with Aria's disappearance. I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I should trust him or not. But I sucked it up. I has too, this was my job.

The table consisted of four men, including Chan, Felix, Seungmin, and the purple one. They all had unserious expressions on their faces, making me wonder what exactly they wanted to discuss. They looked relaxed, and as I sat down by Felix's side, I felt his hand slip up my thigh.

'Oh'

'Oh...'

'Do nothing... please.'

I smiled in his direction, a pit forming in my stomach, and looked back at Chan. Chan stood up and pulled me up with him. I was directly in front of him an I could feel his hot breath on my lips. His hand rested on the small of my back. His eyes bore into mine, and unlike before, there was only one emotion. Lust. Whatever he had to say would not be pleasing.

"So cutie, we talked about it, and we decided, Why don't you just come with us? You're nineteen, yeah? We're all in our early twenties. We can hit the beach and have fun. What do you say to it?"

I looked at him as I cowered from embarrassment. "What k-kind of fun?" I stuttered.

"Different kinds, whatever you want, my sweet." He whispered in my ear, and his hands travelled farther down my back, sending shivers down my spine. The intensity of his gaze made me tremble. It seemed... almost right. But It was wrong. It was wrong for me to think that this was right. It was right that I knew it was wrong.

Felix was staring at me with a clenched jaw through dilated pupils. The other two were staring at Chan. I glanced around, nervous about what to do.

'Be calm.'

'Absolutley not!'

'Wait'

'Punch him in the face'

'No.'

'Punch him!'

'Punch him!!'

I pushed him away in utter disgust. My mind finally catching up to the situation. A group of strange men all gazing at me expecting me to join them at a beach and have 'fun' with them. As innocent as I was, It felt wrong. This whole interaction felt...wrong.

"No. I'm not interested in going to the beach with you, and I would appreciate if you wouldn't touch me. I believe you have over stayed your welcome, pay and leave." My voice, I hoped, exuded strength and commandment. But they simply stared at me, not making a singular move.

"Babydoll," Chan moaned his hands still on my waist before I pushed them off. 

"All of you, " I said, turning to the table. "Pay and leave. Please."

Chan grabbed my hand from behind me. "And if we don't want to go? Are you gonna force us?"

"Yes. I am. All of you! Can you fucking leave?!" I yelled, pulling myself away from Chan's grasp.

I turned to face him, and without a second thought, I slapped him across the face. The room fell silent as everyone stared in shock at the sudden outburst of aggression. My hand still stung from the impact of the slap, and Chan was hunched over with his face clumped in his hands. He looked at me with pure hatred in his eyes, but before he could react, the sound of the café bell rang through the air. I turned quickly in time to lock eyes with a nervous, extra-pale Ari.

She was accompanied by two male figures, one with green higlighted hair and one with chestnut brown hair. This is the first time I've seen her today, and I should be mad at her for leaving this place unattended, but a mere look at her face could tell me she wasn't doing well. She looked horrified.

"Ari?! Are you okay?" I whispered, speeding off towards her side. "You look so pale. Do you want me to cover the entire shift? You can go home and rest."

"Haha, don't worry about it." She whispered, feigning happiness. "It's past your work hours; you can go now. I'll deal with them."

"Aria... we need to talk."

"You're right, we do, but we can't do it now."

"Aria! You can't leave me on delivered then show up with two random men and expect me to be okay with it."

"I'm sorry, Dede, but these are my friends." She said this while gesturing to not only the two boys she walked in with but also the four sitting at the table.

"Your friends? Wow, way to go, Ariana." I called her by her full name in a sarcastic tone. "I can't wait to hear all about how you managed to make six new best friends in just one day."

"Dede, please."

"No, Ariana, please enjoy your time. My shift is over. I'm going."

I walked out the door without glancing back. I could feel the tears balancing on my eyes as I made my way to the parking lot. The weight of loneliness settled in my chest, reminding me of how isolated I felt in that moment. I entered the driver's seat of the car she bought me and started the car. Before I drove off, I watched as Aria sat near Felix and smiled at him. Was he also caressing her under the table? I hit the gas and zoomed off-no destination in particular. I just needed to get out of there.

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I could feel the cold bench against my thighs. I was sitting under a pine tree next to the woods near the park. No one really came here, and I could let out all my sorrows freely. I sometimes come here to clear my mind. Remove the voices for a brief second. I looked around the park, taking in the sights and sounds of nature, hoping it would distract me from the overwhelming emotions. The gentle breeze brushed against my face, offering a momentary sense of relief from the weight on my shoulders. and as I enjoyed the sombre flavours of the lemon-lime ice cream, a singular leaf fell right next to me. The leaf reminded me a lot of myself. Why did it drop from the tree? Is there really a reason? Did it have to?

The stupid questions that filled my head and mixed with the voices were sad. A turmoil in my mind. A war inside me. I felt a singular tear roll down my eyes; it cupped my face and soothed it gently. As it followed its way down my cheek and onto my lap, multiple others followed it. Soon I was full on sobbing. The tears kept coming down, and I couldn't stop myself, as if a dam had burst inside me. Each tear felt like a release, a cathartic expression of the emotions that had been building up within me. The weight of my sadness seemed to pour out with each tear.

I thought about everything that led to this. It wasn't just the cafe; it was Aria; it was the voices. All my concerns were poured out with each tear. My head was pounding and spinning. I was caught in-between oceans, hopping for a lifeline. I continued to sob on the bench until I could taste the tears in my mouth. The salty taste only intensified my emotions, reminding me of the depth of my pain. As I sat there, consumed by sadness, I felt something in me begin to unlock. It wasn't something good. In fact, I was scared; I felt like I had opened Pandora's box of emotions after holding it back for so long. It was a lock beginning to unlock as I cried over all my concerns.

"You're being overdramatic!"

'Crying is normal.'

'Someone will find you.'

'How could she do that to you?'

'Felix is kinda cute, ngl.'

'Stop crying!'

'Crying is normal.'

'Oh, boo-hoo, bitch!'

'You're manipulating the feelings of the people around you just because...'

'Why am I even crying?'

'Why are you crying?'

'Crybaby...'

'Crybaby.'

'Crybaby!'

'So dramatic...'

'Literally, no one cares about you.'

'You thought you had a 'connection' huh?'

'You didn't, by the way.'

'You're such a bad friend.'

'You went after her boyfriend'

'Homiehopper!'

'Homewrecker!'

'She won't forgive you for this one."

The tears quieted down after what felt like hours but were probably a few minutes. Though they didn't stop, I continued silently pouring my heart down in the now empty corner of the park. The silence was both drowning and comforting at the same time. I couldn't help but wonder if anyone would ever truly understand the pain I was feeling. A singular question kept racing through my head:

How did I let it come to this?

I kept pondering this question. So I didn't have a chance to register the weight of a jacket hanging over me. The jacket smelled new-a mix of sugar and spice. I looked up to find a boy sitting next to me. He wasn't looking at me; in fact, he was looking at everything but me. There was no one here, and I wondered why he himself was here in this empty place. He had deep cheekbones and super-sharp facial features. In his hand, he was holding two packets of lemon-lime ice cream. It was only then that I noticed that my ice cream had been long-discarded and piling on the floor for little insects to make into their next meal.

He caught me staring, and still without a word, he placed one of the desserts in my hand and proceeded to open his own. I mimicked his moves in silence. As we both indulged in our treats, I couldn't help but feel a smile spread across my face. I wasn't giddy or anything, but I enjoyed the simple act, and before I could stop myself, I let out a giggle, then another, then again, and suddenly I was full on laughing.

He looked at me, taken aback for a moment. He just stared at me, but after a while, a smile creeped onto his face, and he was hysterically laughing with me. We laughed together for a long time, our laughter echoing through the empty park. It was a moment of pure joy and connection, as if our laughter had forged an unbreakable bond between us. Eventually, our laughter subsided, but the warmth and happiness lingered in the air. I knew from one look at his face earlier that he was also going through some tough times, but haven't we all?

He turned to me and smiled. His hand reached out, and he introduced himself. "I'm Jeongin, but most people call me Ayen." His smile was not only infectious but also dazzling. I knew not to trust anyone so blindly, but. He seemed trustworthy. So I decided to take a leap of faith and extend my hand in return, introducing myself as well.

"Y/N. Nice to meet you."

We shared a brief smile before he spoke up.

"So... you seem sad. Do you wanna talk about it?"

I took a lengthy stare at him before I gave in and ranted about everything to him, pouring out my frustrations and worries without holding back. It felt strangely liberating to confide in a stranger who seemed genuinely interested in listening. As I spoke, I noticed his empathetic expressions and nods of understanding, which made me feel even more comfortable opening up to him. The words flew freely from my mouth, from Arias disappearance to the boys to the smoking and finally to her coming back. I

"It hurts so much, and the problem is, I don't know why." I closed, my rant coming to an end. He looked at me with tears brimming in his eyes. My heart broke. Was he crying for me?

"I get that; I really do." He offered after clearing his eyes. "I don't think you're being dramatic; honestly, you never know what hits where. Sometimes the smallest things can trigger a flood of emotions. It's important to acknowledge your feelings, even if you don't fully understand them. "

'God... is this the lifeline? Is this the person who will truly understand and support me?' I wondered, feeling a glimmer of hope amidst my confusion and pain.

"So I'm assuming you came here to try and collect yourself. I'm not helping much, am I? I can go if you want." He proposed, already gathering his things.

"NO!" I voiced, grabbing his hands to stop him from leaving. His hands were soft, and I felt myself sink into his eyes, full of compassion and understanding. In that moment, I realised that maybe, just maybe, he could be the lifeline I had been searching for all along.

"Please stay, you..." I struggled to come up with an excuse for grabbing his hands. I had told myself I didn't want to trust anyone so easily, but here I was.

"You haven't told me why you're here yet." I whispered.

He placed his things back down and sat back down on the bench.

"Well, I can't leave you hanging now, can I?" He smiled; his hands were still on mine, and I smiled inwardly at the feeling.

"I just feel really overwhelmed," he began. "I got a new... job. But they already expect so much from me. It's not just getting coffee or going to dinners. It's the fieldwork; they're throwing me in there unprepared. I never expected it to be this intense. I'm constantly on edge, trying to prove myself, but it's taking a toll on me."

I looked at him sorrowfully. "The pressure must be incredibly tough. Is there anyone you can talk to or lean on for guidance?"

"No, I-I don't really have anyone."

I squeezed his hands tighter as tears began brimming in my eyes. So different. Yet so similar.

"I could be that person for you." I spoke through a lump in my throat. "Let's be each other's lifeline." I smiled at him, caressing his cheek gently. "I think we both need that."

He looked up at me, and we held eye contact. I felt butterflies fill in my stomach. I got lost in his eyes for a moment until I heard the familiar chime of my alarm. We turned away from each other reluctantly, knowing that reality was calling us back. I checked the time; it was 3:00 p.m.

My shift was supposed to start, but I didn't feel welcomed.

"I have to go... Sorry." I turned to him apologetically.

"No, it's fine. Where are you going?"

"Home; it's right around the corner."

"I can walk you."

I thought about the offer. I had a car, and if I went with him, I would have to walk back in the morning to pick it up, but there was something comforting about his presence. Plus, I could use the company after a long day of work. "Sure, that would be nice," I replied with a grateful smile. And so we walked together towards my home, our conversation flowing effortlessly as if we had known each other for years.

It had rained early in the morning before I woke up and went to work, and the streets were still soaked from the downpour. Puddles formed on the sidewalks, reflecting the dim streetlights above. As we strolled along, the sound of our footsteps echoed around us. The air had a fresh, clean scent, and the dampness made the city seem oddly peaceful. We both laughed as we jumped over a particularly large puddle, momentarily forgetting the worries and stresses of the day.

It felt like hours of walking and talking. He looked so gorgeous, smiling. His eyes glittered when he was talking, and I couldn't help but be captivated by his charm. We continued talking as we turned a corner. I was so captivated by him that I failed to notice the car that was speeding towards us. In a split second, I felt a strong grip on my arm as he pulled me out of harm's way. The car drove right through the puddle, splashing water all over Jeongins back.

"Fuck," I muttered. "Do you-"

I stopped midspeech as I looked into his eyes. His eyes bore into mine with an unfamiliar expression. A mixture of care and... and an emotion I didn't know; his eyes were soft and glossy. His hands were wrapped around my back and neck, pulling me into him. I could smell his cologne up close, and it was a comforting scent that enveloped me. In that moment, I realised how close we were-our bodies pressed against each other. It was an intimate and vulnerable position, and I couldn't help but feel a flutter of something more than gratitude for his actions.

'Interesting...'

'He's going to drop you like the rest!'

'He's kinda cute.'

'Totally your type.'

'Slow it down'

'What if he leaves you?'

'Calm down.'

'Even you know he doesn't want you.'

'Enjoy it while it lasts.'

Butterflies twirled in my stomach. My heart raced as I tried to make sense of the conflicting thoughts swirling in my mind. His eyes shone like the stars, and the way the sun reflected on his hair was simply mesmerising, and his lips-his lips were soft and had a pinkish tint that made my knees weak. I couldn't deny the chemistry between us, but a part of me couldn't help but wonder if it was all too good to be true.

The sound of a car beep pulled us out of our bubble; we both cleared our throats and looked away. I saw a small pink tint spread across his cheeks, and I smiled to myself. As we regained our composure, I couldn't help but feel a sense of longing for more moments like this. It was in that fleeting moment that I realised how deeply I had fallen for him, and the thought both excited and terrified me.

He pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and offered it to me. I took it from his hands and wiped the water from my face.

We continued walking silently; clearly, the event had made us both embarrassed. As we walked, the weight of unspoken words hung in the air, creating a palpable tension between us. It was as if our shared vulnerability had opened a door to a new level of intimacy, leaving us unsure of how to navigate it.

'Should I say something? No, I'll make it more awkward.'

We arrived at the door of my place, and I turned to him. His eyes still held the same look from before, but it was clouded with another emotion: fear mabye? I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to break the silence. Finally, I mustered up the courage to say, "I... I'm sorry for what happened earlier. It wasn't my intention to make things awkward between us."

His eyes widened for a moment. "No, it wasn't your fault. I just..." He trailed off, muttering something I didn't hear. I reached out to gently touch his arm, trying to offer some comfort. He looked up at me, his expression filled with a mix of vulnerability and confusion. I could tell there was something he wanted to say, but he seemed hesitant to voice it.

'Great. You ruined it!'

'It's okay, just try to fix it.'

'He won't forgive you.'

'Look at him; he can do so much better than you.'

'Just fix it.'

"You don't have to say anything. Just know I won't judge." I whispered, letting go of his hand.

"Thanks, and I'm sorry." He responded

"Well, this is my place," I said, trying to change the subject. "Do you wanna come inside?"

"No, I have to go back to work."

"Are you sure? I can get you a towel. Your still wet."

"I have a change of clothes in the office."

"Oh, well... It was nice meeting you."

He looked at me, and I could feel the nervousness before he spoke up.

"Can I have your number? You know... for future reference."

I smiled at him before I took out my phone.

"Sure, for future reference." We exchanged numbers and said bye. I waved from my doorstep as he left and walked back in the direction of the park. Only until he was out of my vision did I kick off my shoes and enter the house.

"OMG!" I screamed once I was in my house. "He's so fine! Aria is... not going to hear about this." I said, catching myself before I texted Aria. She was not going to ruin this moment for me. I couldn't help but replay our conversation in my head, feeling a rush of excitement and anticipation for what the future might hold. As I sat down on my couch, I opened the number he gave me so save it.

'Should I text him first...?' I thought to myself as I lay down on my couch.

I saved his number as I contemplated what to do.

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Y/N: Hey, Jeongin right? Its Y/N. How are you?😊

I sat patiently, waiting for his reply. My mind started drifting to the possibilities of what our conversation might lead to. Would we become good friends? Maybe something more? The anticipation was both thrilling and nerve-wracking.

My lifeline❤️🩷: Hey! It's Jeongin I'm fine. Wbu?

I smiled at his text. I could feel myself heating up in more places than one. 'Y/N. It's just a text. Get ahold of yourself.' Though deepdown, I knew it was more than just the text. I felt a connection forming-a spark of excitement that I couldn't ignore. It was as if our conversation held the potential to change everything. Screw those random men. He was the real deal.

I heard the doorbell ring. Mindlessly, I stood up, walked towards the door, and opened it. I was met with a face I had been dreading to see. I stared into their eyes, knowing no good would come from this interaction.

"Hey, Y/N. Can we talk?"

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I absolutely hate writing the beginning of a story. This is probably, like, the worst thing you have read. It gets better, I think.

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[fitgirlfemdom]

After reading the other guy's post that you published and your own about small dick humiliation, I wanted to tell my own story, and I hope you'll like it. Part of it is similar to the other guy. In my early 30s, I was a gym rat, and while I wasn't bulking up, I was lean at 160-165 lbs, and I was just shy of 5 inches. I started dating a girl and then a storm hit that knocked out power for close to two weeks, and between those two things, my gym days were over. Once my routine got throw out of wack, I never recovered. I'm in my early 40s now and weigh around 210-215 lbs (I've been in that range for a few years now), and I've lost nearly an inch of length. I'm barely over 4 inches now. Between the weight gain and the loss of length, sex sucks. It's a huge part of why I turned to gooning.

As far as my size, I've always known that I'm on the smaller side, but it didn't become a kink for me until OCT or NOV of last year. I actually used to post cum tributes for years, and never once got a negative comment on my size. Anyway, I was chatting with this girl on Discord and one of the things we bonded over was exhibitionism/public nudity. It's something I've never been into doing myself, but seeing girls engage in it is super hot, and she would tell me about some stuff that she's done, or we'd watch stuff together. One day, we're chatting, and I mention that I'm in my backyard. She asks for proof, so I send her a pic of my yard, and she tells me to strip. I was immediately turned on and there's a small area of my yard where I could get away with it without having to worry about any neighbors seeing me, so I recorded me stripping. My heart was beating like a jackhammer and I sent the video. Her first comment is, "damn, you have a small cock." I was absolutely crushed, and it broke something inside me. I wasn't expecting her to tell me it was the hottest thing she had ever seen, but I guess I was expecting a little bit of validation. "Nice job," or "I can't believe you actually did it," something like that.

Since then, small penis/dick/cock humiliation has become a major kink for me. I've had dozens of girls online degrade me after I send them a pic or video. I've gotten everything from laughter to mean comments to poor ratings. I have a few regulars that I chat with that are absolutely brutal towards me, and I love it. I reblog captions and use the #small dick humiliation hashtag on my blog. You mentioned in your post about a guy that jerks off with only two fingers, and I do that now. A couple of different girls have encouraged me to do it, and it feels so humiliating and looks so pathetic when I send them videos. At this point, two of my biggest fantasies are to experience SPH in a group chat, and IRL.

You had said that you wished more of your inbox messages were like that other guy, so I hope this fits that.

YES!!! MORE SMALL DICK INBOXES!!!

yes, for some reason, some of us girls find guys jerking off with only two fingers really hot in a pathetic way. it's mainly because it's how we play with our clits, and seeing a guy do it is like watching him wear heels and put on makeup--its so emasculating. i love it.

right now, all i need is a small dick <4in gooner on his knees jerking his little cock while trying his best not to "nnnghhh" and cum in 30 seconds in front of me. i need a pathetic gooner like that begging me to let him cum and calling me mommy while he does it. also i need a zero sugar smirnoff ice. preferably pink lemonade flavor. and maybe a cigarette.

imagine sending your pathetic dick pic to a girl and she adds you to a gc with all her friends, just so they can clown on you for being a degenerate pervert. imagine them sending audio messages, laughing and making jokes at your expense, asking with slight curiosity if you can even fuck anything with that. them asking if companies make condoms in that size, and if you're even fertile. imagine them thinking that's not enough, and forcing you to meet up with them IRL, lest they leak your unsavory pictures online. you get locked in chastity and forced to pleasure these girls for the rest of the night, whether that be through your mouth or your hands, while they spit and laugh at your pitiful dick.

that gives me an idea for a new post. AGHHH thank you for this

[thebawdybaldurian]

New Work Preview (A Life, A Death, A Kitten)

I promise I haven’t disappeared. I just got an idea for a new post-game scene with the Tavhalstarion clan and it spiraled into a very long work that will probably be split into multiple chapters when it is eventually published. It is both sweet and incredibly horny with a smidgen of angst and family drama as well. This is a little scene with Tav, Halsin, and their twin toddlers, Ava and Shan. And surprise reveal, Tav is pregnant again! Full draft will go up on my Patreon whenever I can find a good stopping point.

Part one is posted!

Halsin heard voices upstairs and headed towards them, finding Tav and the children laying on the floor of the sitting room drawing. He held a finger to his lips when the children saw him, trying to surprise Tav as she lay prone on the floor. He pounced on her, growling in her ear and grabbing it with his teeth as she pretended to scream. “It’s a bear attack!” He exclaimed, making biting sounds around her neck.

“Run kids! Save yourselves!” Tav laughed, reaching back to grab his hair. The twins screamed and crawled away, hiding behind chairs and giggling. “Hi Daddy Bear,” Tav cooed quietly as Halsin nuzzled her neck. “You stink…I love it…have you come to give me a little late morning sugar?”

“I am unfortunately the bearer of bad news,” he replied as she groaned at his unintentional pun. “Your mother is here.”

Tav groaned even louder, pressing her face against the rug. “Oh noes, da beah has momma,” Shan peeked out from his hiding place. “I save you!”

He came running out with a fake toy sword, swinging it playfully at Halsin. “Aghhh!” Halsin groaned, rolling off Tav and onto his back, putting his arms and legs in the air like a dead bug.

“You’ve got him now, Shan! Thank you!” Tav clapped, sitting up on her elbow to watch the two grapple playfully.

Shan was still growing like a weed and was twice the size of Ava, apparently sharing his father’s large physique. Tav put a hand on her belly, wondering who this new cub would take after. Halsin was so sweet and gentle with the kids, while Astarion let them get into a little more trouble. Regardless of who had sired it, she knew they would have two amazing fathers to watch after them all. Halsin played dead, sharing a smile with Tav when he saw her hand on her belly. He was already thinking of names and where they would put the nursery in the new house. “I wanna kill da beah too!” Ava came out of hiding, crawling onto Halsin.

“Remember we don’t kill bears, unless absolutely necessary,” Halsin held both his children in his arms. “They are mostly scared of us.”

“Yes daddy,” both kids responded, having heard his lectures about being kind to animals numerous times.

“We can stuff and mount this one though,” Tav winked, scooting over to him and nuzzling his neck.

“What about the hag?” Halsin asked, giving Tav a kiss as the family snuggled together on the floor. “Do you want me to run her off?”

“No,” Tav sighed, running her fingers through Shan’s curls. “I’ll have to talk to her eventually…I just need a minute to collect myself…and to tell Astarion to ready the Banishment spell.”

“Kids, why don’t you go back to drawing?” Halsin suggested, moving them off of his body. “I need to go apply some anti-bear salve to mommy.”

[microwave-core]

A Handful of Headcanons

These are, uh, kinda unhinged.

I love Nemona with my whole heart and soul, but I almost always write her (and you, dear reader) as being insanely oblivious because I just can't help myself. Every time I saw her in my Scarlet playthrough all I could think was “You wanna kiss me so bad you look stupid” because that is exactly what she’s like.

Her friends have been telling her for the past Arceus knows how long about her crush, but she never understood where they were coming from. Her obliviousness is completely impenetrable, it’s insane. They’re all pulling their hair out by her inability to recognize her own damn feelings.

Like, it’s to the point that her friends think she’s worried about people’s reaction to her being gay. Penny will casually tell Nemona that everyone was fine with her being gay or bi or whatever but Nemona’s just genuinely a dumbass when it comes to romantic feelings. 

(It’s funny, really, because anyone that would have a problem with her sexuality would never voice it lest they get their ass kicked but I digress.)

But when she realizes it? It’s fucking over. Her entire perspective has changed and she is now a new person. She now spends her nights staring at the ceiling plagued by thoughts of you. She could never fall asleep when thinking about holding your soft hand, or playing with your hair, or feeling your lips against her own. Occasionally, her thoughts become unsavory, and it never fails to make her feel like a complete creep because she shouldn’t be thinking of you like that.

When around you, she manages to act pretty normal. She’s too distracted by you to be overthinking her own feelings. The most she’ll do is just… look at you, but kinda intensely.

She’s just in so much awe at your existence, how you could look so beautiful, so elegant, just sitting there. Your every action sets her heart ablaze. Please give her affection, she deserves it even if she can be inexplicably stupid at times.

Cynthia would be such a wife-guy, it’s unreal. I have given this much thought. Sometimes I think about those alignment chart memes and everytime I do I think about the champions in regards to how they would treat their partner and, without fail, Cynthia and Leon fall into the wife-guy section and I will not elaborate further (that is a lie I will elaborate if asked). 

People across the world look up to Cynthia as a pillar of strength, as a serious badass who could curb stomp you with a single look. These people have no idea how much of a nerd she is, but they sure as hell know how much she loves her wife. 

Every interview she’s ever in, she will bring you up. No matter how much you might beg or plead her to, to avoid the embarrassment of her unabashed declarations of love, she will not stop. She cannot stop herself even if she wanted to.

She is the definition of relationship goals. All of her interviews have comments like “get you a girl who will talk about you like how Champion Cynthia talks about her wife” under them. 

And she absolutely adores your embarrassed reaction to them, too. You just look so adorable when you’re flustered. Don’t worry, she won’t tease you that much, that’s not really her style. She’ll always make it up with hugs and kisses and chocolate and anything else your heart may desire. She loves you more than anything else, after all.

Geeta is lowkey a sugar mommy, no matter what. Certified Girlboss™ over here is so busy, which she’s not inherently against as a workaholic, but it does prevent her from seeing you.

And so whenever she does get time for you, she will spoil you. Gift giving is her way of showing affection, at least when it comes to you. She’s practically made of money, please spend as much as you want. It’s her treat and you deserve it. Don’t even think about pulling out your purse or wallet, she will not let you pay. 

During quiet moments in her day, she’ll pull up a store on her phone and scroll until she finds something you’d like. She’ll be scrolling through fancy-smancy stores during an important meeting or when talking to someone like Nemona or Clavell because she just thought of the most darling thing to get you and she needs to find something suitable this instant. And she’s not slacking off or not paying attention, either, she knows exactly what is being said around her.

She’s also shameless. On more than one occasion, someone’s seen her looking for fancy, incredibly expensive lingerie. They’re incredibly embarrassed about it, but Geeta doesn’t care. She is in no way flustered or worried, just amused by their reaction.

If you don’t live together, she’ll totally send packages to your house or apartment. She’ll usually tell you, but sometimes she just doesn’t and suddenly you're opening your door in the morning only to be greeted by several packages. 

Not so much of a headcanon as much as it is a concept, but Courtney and Shelly pining for the same person. That’s it, that is the thought,

These two are their own brands of unhinged, and they would absolutely rip the other to shreds if it meant winning your heart. Courtney is just batshit insane. She’s feral. She’s completely unhinged and would go to any lengths necessary to get you by her side, no matter how much she has to dirty her hands to do so.

Shelly is also unhinged, but she’s far more calculated. She’s part of the brains behind Team Aqua, and so she’s not going to take action without considering all her possibilities first. She’ll go to the same lengths Courntey will go to, but she'll consider all her actions before making a commitment.

There is very little you can even do in this scenario. They would choke each other out with their bare hands if it meant having you. Don’t think this can end in dating both, they would never tolerate the other. They’re just going to continuously fight each other, try to one up each other, until one of them snaps. 

Drasna is severely slept on. I don’t even have a grand vision to put here. There is no idea, there is no headcanon, and there is no scenario. All you get is the concept of Drasna.

Just like… look at her. She borders on milf and gilf, she is decorated in dragon bones, she is sweet and kind and could kick your ass. She is gentle and loving but changes into cold and savage when in the midst of battle. 

She could curb stomp your ass any day of the week, and you (by which I mean me) would thank her. Not that she ever would. She cares about you too much! If you did battle her, she would attempt to go a bit easier on you, toning down the intensity a bit, but it slips out every now and then.

Also, do you think she’d have fangs? That’s how all the dragon tamers are in my head, so it’s not really Drasna specific. Actually, don’t answer that, she totally does because it’s my fanfic and I get to make the rules.

Anyways, Drasna would totally live in a cute little cottage. She’s from Celestic Town (apparently), so she likely prefers a quieter, humbler lifestyle. That is to say, you get to live with her in a cute little house that’s surrounded by nature and is also covered in dragons. You get to unwind at the end of the day by sitting in your cute little garden with her, and isn’t that just the dream?

…. How do we feel about gilfs? Like, in general. Milfs are pretty unanimous, I think. We all love a hot mom, but what about hot grandmas? I say that like the Pokemon grandmas are hot which I don’t think they are (except Cogita, obviously) but like… is there a consensus on this?

I don’t know man, when I look at Agatha and Bertha and Opal it’s just like… that’s a grandma. She’d bake you cookies and ask you about school or work. Agatha has an implicit risk, as you will be jumpscared by her ghosts. She’s also a little bitter and would totally just bitch about the people that get on her nerves. She’s old, she doesn’t care about anything anymore.

Bertha is the kind grandma who always asks if you want to help her make the cookies (she will not be offended if you decline). She’ll ask how your life is and will give you so much useful advice. She’ll also tell stories from her youth, and she looks so happy when she does it. She’s just nice, that's all I have to say.

Opal. Oh Opal. This specimen already has the cookies baked when you show up at her door unannounced. She knew you would be coming. Come sit down and complain about your life. She wants all of the gossip. Tell her everything, especially about your love life. Be careful about what you tell her, though, because she will not hold back when giving you her opinion.

Sorry I couldn't help myself. I had to write this out. I’ll go back to the regular headcanons.

Regular is a strong word. I desire Sada carnally. She is broken and I can fix her, okay? I have thought about this a lot, and I would subject you to all of those thoughts in incredible detail if I was strong enough to truly capture her image.

Real talk though. Sada is hesitant to fall in love again. She’s gone through a messy divorce before, and doesn't want to go through that kind of thing ever again. But she couldn’t help but fall in love with you, which leads to one of two things happening.

There’s the realistic option, that her love for you will make her work even harder towards finding paradise, which basically just leads to how the game plays out. She spends more and more time in the crater until she decides to move into it and eventually gets got by Koraidon, but you don’t know that. It would suck, but you would not be totally alone as you would have Arven there, going through the same thing. At the very least, he’ll turn out slightly better (until he has to tell you that Sada’s been dead for Arceus knows how long). 

But that’s sad, so I present to you the ideal option, that her love for you makes her realize how damaging her workaholic nature has been. She’ll be able to take a step back from her work, from the time machine and Area Zero, and just be able to live in the moment with you and Arven, like a normal family. She starts working as a regular professor. Hell, she might even start teaching at Naranja, where she’ll get to tease Arven everyday.

Anyways, regardless of what happens you get to be Arven’s stepmom, and that makes it worth it because he deserves a good parental figure in his life. I love him, he is my son, and he deserves the world.

Speaking of milfs: Lusamine. Hear me out. Technically, there are three types of Lusamine. There’s Sun and Moon Lusamine who is completely unhinged and selfish and will stop at nothing to get her way. There’s Ultra Sun and Ultra Moon Lusamine who is also slightly less unhinged and will stop at nothing to get her way, but she’s doing it for a greater cause (although it’s still kinda selfish but sometimes it’s the thought that counts). Then there's the anime Lusamine, who is actually pretty normal. Not unhinged or feral or incredibly selfish, just a mother trying her best for her two kids. 

All three of them are near and dear to my heart, but, to me, Ultra Sun and Ultra Moon Lusamine reigns supreme. She’s the best of the other two, where she’s both unhinged and trying to be a good mom (after the Ultra Necrozma business goes down, anyways).

When she becomes more adjusted, not worrying about saving Alola from an unworldly entity, she’s incredibly supportive, both to you and to her kids. Speaking of kids, if you don’t support Lillie and Gladion with your whole heart, she will cut you off. Her family is important to her, especially after losing Mohn.

Writing this, I realize that I might just be invested in giving these kids better lives, but whatever. Lillie will open up to you pretty quickly. She wants to do all kinds of mother-daughter activities. Please just spend time with her, she will love you forever. Gladion takes a bit longer, but he’ll cave to your kindness in time. He won’t admit it, though, he has an edgy persona to upkeep.

Or maybe you're into an evil bitch and you want selfish and crazy Lusamine, which is also understandable. She’ll do anything for you, and I mean anything. She would be pretty controlling though, and she might love the Ultra Beasts more than you, but that’s the price you’ve gotta pay if you want her unhinged.

Oh and also, please don’t look into Ultra Wormholes or Ultra Beasts. No matter what version of Lusamine you’re into, just don’t. Lusamine would never recover if you disappeared like Mohn did.

I’ll end this with Marnie, because I like her. She’s kinda quiet and maybe even a little shy, but she’s adorable and loves you with her whole heart and soul. Her quiet nature, though, is lost when you start doing… basically anything. Whether you’re battling or studying, she’ll be your number one cheerleader.

When you’re battling other people, she’ll be hyping up your every move. You're her girlfriend, you're obviously up to snuff, and she’ll remind you of that fact constantly. She’ll even bring in Team Yell to help out. She wants the entirety of Galar to know how strong you are. 

But she’ll cheer you on quietly, too. When she senses you're overworked or stressed, she’ll be bringing you blankets and hot tea before you can even complain about your problems. And when you’re settled in, she’ll bring you curry and huddle into your side. She’ll even get Morpeko to cuddle up to you. Feel special, Morpeko won’t even do that to Marnie, and she would complain if it wasn’t making you feel better.

If you’re battling against her, she won’t openly cheer you on like normal. She’s a gym leader, she can’t just go throwing a match because she loves you! But she’ll compliment your strategy when you're doing well. Team Yell won’t be cheering for you, though. 

Also, Piers would be totally chill with you. He couldn’t be intimidating even if he tried, he is a literal twig. He just wants his sister to be happy and safe, and mans knows you would never do anything to hurt her. Besides, someone has to tell you Marnie’s embarrassing childhood stories and baby photos.

[missthornhills]

Punishment

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Background information

You and Miss thornhill have been in a relationship for a while and share a house together.

TW: mommy kink, degradation, physical pain, slut shaming

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Y/N pov

You were standing on your tiptoes fumbling around in one of the kitchen cupboards trying to find the sugar you needed to finish making your hot chocolate. Marilyn was in the room and you could feel her eyes burning into the back of you. You hadn't seen much of each other recently as she was always busy at nevermore and you were always asleep by the time she got back home.

You could feel her presence getting closer as she strutted over to you, she placed her hands gently on your hips and moved you to one side as she grabbed something out the cupboard, the feeling of her hands simply just on you made you weak at the knees. Your thoughts got the better of you when you suddenly blurted out "Mmm mommy," you couldn't believe you'd just said that out loud.

She loved it when you called her this, it made her feel powerful so this was music to her ears; a smirk made it's way to her face as she froze for a second. You blushed and immediately moved back to the stove where you continued making your hot chocolate. The sexy redhead knew she had you in a chokehold and knew how much you needed her.

Marilyn made her way over to you and laced her hands around your waist making sure to press her body up against yours. She started kissing your neck, causing your eyes to roll back. After leaving a few precious marks on your neck she started sucking on your earlobe, now this made your core ache she knew this was your spot and she teased you with it all the time.

She made sure to moan and make little whimpering noises down your ear as her hands caressed your sides. You longed for her so bad, you needed her in you, telling you how much of a good girl you were.

"You, upstairs now" she whispered in a stern tone. Your panties were ruined, you loved when she did this to you. Yes I love her being the absolute sweetheart that she is but when she is dominant it's something else. As much as you loved obeying her and doing everything she tells you to do, you also love it when she punishes you. The way she controls you when she does it makes your head spin with pure lust.

So you remained where you were; carried on stirring your hot chocolate and began humming to a Taylor Swift song. Her eyes darkened at this bold move, she knew you were being like this on purpose she knew you needed a bit more "attention" tonight.

"Oh okay is someone a bit more needy tonight then" she said in a husky voice. She removed her hands off of you and moved herself round to your other ear and whispered "Listen to mommy and get up those stairs now or will I have to drag you up them myself?"

You remained still.

This angered Marilyn, which you find incredibly sexy by the way, she turned off the stove and snatched the spoon out of your hand. You gave her an infuriated look. "Don't you dare look at me like that" she said. "Someone's being such a naughty girl" and with that she scooped you up in her arms, carrying you bridal style up the stairs and into the bedroom.

She harshly dropped you down onto the bed, causing you to shriek. "Strip", this time you did as you were told and removed every inch of clothing. She moved her eyes up towards the top of the bed issuing you to go up there. You did what she asked while she opened the drawer next to your bed and pulled out handcuffs and two ropes. You knew you were in for a long night.

She handcuffed your hands behind your back and tied your legs to the headboard meaning there was no way you could move at all. Your eyes were fixated on her, she began to undress herself leaving herself in just lingerie. Your eyes widened at the thought of her devouring you and your mouth watered at the way she was checking herself out in the mirror.

"Mommy" you whined, you couldn't help but ache for her, you felt yourself getting wetter at just the sight of her alone. "Shut it slut before I tape that pretty little mouth of yours." That sent shivers down your spine.

"Someone wanted to be a bad girl tonight now didn't they?" She said in a mocking tone. She sat on the bed close enough to touch you, "please" you begged, she shut you up by sticking a finger in your mouth. Her face lit up with desire as you sucked on her fingers, after about half a minute she pulled her finger out of your mouth and to which your disappointment started circling her own clit.

She was going to make herself cum and not let you touch her as punishment.

Her eyes remained on yours as her hips grinded on the bedsheets. Moans escaped her mouth as she threw her head back in pleasure. To make your situation even more unbearable she started whispering your name.

"Oh y/n, y/n, fuck. Y-yes right there mmm" her fingers glistened with her own juices as she remained still circling her clit, you longed to be in between her legs kissing and licking her sweet spot, making her back arch with every lick. Taking it into your mouth making her squeal, oh how you wish you'd behaved.

You couldn't ignore the wetness between you legs any longer. "Mommy please, please touch me, I'm sorry." Your stupid attempt at begging made her giggle as she continued fucking herself while giving you hungry eyes. She slid two fingers inside of herself causing an erotic moan to escape her mouth, she was getting wetter at the sight of you tied up, innocently looking at her. She curled her fingers up inside and began thrusting faster, making sure you could hear how wet she was. Her legs began to shake and her hips grinded at an erratic pace on her fingers. You knew she was close and this was absolute torture seeing the woman you so longed for and loved fuck herself right in front of you with you not being allowed to help her at all. Her fingers pumped faster and faster in and out of her and with one swipe of her thumb over her clit she came undone all of the bed. She slowly rode out her orgasm and refocused her breathing.

She titled her head back up and locked eyes with you as she gave you a little sad pathetic look. "Oh darling the things you make me do" she said while inching closer to you. She looked down at your soaked core, "you're wet over me already and I haven't even touched you, pathetic" she spat.

Suddenly she ran a finger through your folds, earning a moan from you. "You want mommy to fuck you like the slut you are?" she questioned. "Yes" was all you could manage. *slap* "what's my name?" she said in an angry tone. You know you must always refer to her as mommy in the bedroom and she is very strict on that. "Yes mommy", correcting yourself.

She was staring directly into your eyes. "Mommy is going to fuck you like crazy tonight, you're going to be begging me to stop." She leant in and passionately kissed you, her tongue fighting for entry of your mouth in which she growled "open" as you did so she stuck her tongue in you mouth tasting every inch, you were moaning into her mouth feeling the butterflies flutter in your stomach.

She pulled away and began sucking on your neck causing your head to drop back against the headboard. She left a trail of sloppy kisses all down your body and she found herself caressing your thighs with the warmth of her hands. She blew air on your clit causing your hips to buck, edging towards her even more. "Patience, darling." The use of the pet name caused a pool of wetness just where Marilyn's head lay inches from. She knew she'd teased you enough and finally gave up and dived in.

Her tongue drew circles around your clit causing a long moan to escape your mouth. "You're so fucking pretty" the beautiful redhead spoke in between now sucking your drenched clit. "Mommy oh fuck, please mommy more" and with that she inserted two fingers into your soaking wet core. "Mommy is going to fuck your pretty pussy until you can't walk" that earned multiple moans from you, the way she spoke to you turned you on. You tilted your head away from her to avoid her lustful eyes, she grabbed your face with the other hand and forced you to look at her. "Baby keep looking at me, I like looking at you while you take me." God this woman had your heart, how can she be so loving yet so sexy at the same time.

Her thrusts became harder and you knew you were close. At this point you were a moaning mess and she could see this, she lowered her head in between your legs, still keeping her fingers curled up in you and she began sucking on your clit, putting it in her mouth and pulling on it. Your back began to arch at the pure pleasure this woman brought to you, she knew how to fuck you just like you've always wanted. "Mommy" you whimpered, "yes darling?", "I think I'm going to c-cum." "Don't your dare, hold it!" She loved making you wait, loved seeing you try your hardest to follow her instructions.

"Fuck, fuck, mommy I can't." She was still reluctant to let you. But as the thrusts got harder and you could hear how wet you were and her tongue rapidly stimulating your clit you felt the knot in your stomach come undone. Your whole body shook, you screamed her name as you came all over her fingers.

But she didn't stop, "I told you NOT to cum, do you like disobeying me slut" she said, still slamming her fingers into your now sensitive pussy. "Mommy I can't take it" you pleaded. "Oh please I'm sick of hearing you whine, open!" she demanded. You did as you were told and opened your mouth; in return she spat into it."swallow." That made your pussy even more wet, she'd never done that before and you absolutely loved it.

You felt yourself coming near your second orgasm as Marilyn never slowed down from the first. Your moans got loader to the point where she covered your mouth with her hand, she began smirking at you watching you suffer. "Mommy please let me come, please" you tried to say while her hand still covered your mouth. She still heard you and granted her permission at last, "cum for me darling, cum on your mommy's fingers for me." That tipped you over the edge, you pulled on all your restraints and shuddered underneath her touch. She slowly rode out your orgasm and removed her fingers from you.

"You're such a good girl for me" she said before kissing your forehead. She knew you absolutely adored praise and after sex she felt it was most important. After helping you remove all of your restraints she gave you a few more kisses before telling you to go to the bathroom and clean yourself up while she cleans the mess in here.

As you return she's changed the sheets and lying in bed with her arms open, ready for her to cuddle you as you fall asleep.

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[A/N]- Thank you so much to those of you who have read this. This is my first time writing smut so if you have any tips please feel free to share them 💓

Also I'm open for suggestions and these are all going to be one shots!

[yourlocaldisneyvillain]

i would like to be in and foster an online environment in which discussions abt controversial topics can be handled civilly without ppl ganging up and sending an influx of anon hate. i think internet in general is a space where ppl love to be outraged and i want to challenge that. that's partially why i wrote this fic. i am tired of purity culture and of fandom/online hivemind. in a fandom where a lot of ppl clearly enjoy age gap ships, i say, what makes one better and more "morally correct" than another? what makes a sugar mommy au better than a college student x teacher fic? so many fics featuring dark themes are popular in this fandom (don't wanna name any names bc i don't wanna get anyone involved), but THIS is the one ppl are upset about?

i wanna ask a question -- is it possible to write a fic where ppl are NOT morally pure but still somehow manage to live and find happiness? why is it forbidden to explore those themes in fiction? when you look at ppl in real life and how weirdly their lives shape up, and how ppl are flawed and make mistakes and live unconventionally or sometimes immorally or unhealthily, doesn't that interest you? in a sense that you would like to read about it? explore what goes on in the minds of these ppl/characters?

ppl forget exploring a theme in fiction doesn't equate to condoning it in real life. each individual has to use their own best judgement when consuming a piece of fiction. i assume everyone reading my fic is an adult (as i write fics intended for adult audiences) and can form their own opinion.

i would like it if people could use their reading comprehension and critical thinking skills when reading my fiction, without me having to put up exact and specific 1826372929392 word disclaimers, so ppl's fragile feelings wouldn't get hurt. would it really be okay if i wrote in all caps before the story WEDNESDAY IS 22? you could have read the first paragraph and figured that out. i tagged it as teacher-student bc it's playing with the concept, even if they are not a student/teacher in the timeline of the story. i use implied underage sex as a tag bc in the 2nd chapter, and repeatedly throughout the story i reference larissa and morticia's relationship, that has occurred when they were underage. i mention that they engaged in sex. it is only mentioned, and not explicitly described. do you need me to write all of that out under the title in order not to send anon hate and clutch your pearls in disgust? or can you just read the story and decide if it's for you or not?

i implore you to read all of my works as a story, without attaching a moral judgement to characters' actions. if and when you do attach a moral judgement and form an opinion, pls remember those are fictional characters, and i am an author exploring certain themes bc i can and it interests me to do so. i want to write unconventional stories, controversial stories, romantic stories, funny stories, horror stories, i want to explore everything. everybody who reads is invited to look at them as a piece of fiction they can enjoy or not enjoy, and nothing more. i hope to take you on a journey that leaves you with something to remember, good or bad, but impactful.

from now on, i will probably write longer works and venture into darker themes (next thing i'm planning is murder mystery/thriller). there will still be fluffy pieces, but i just want to push myself out of my comfort zone. i would like to associate with fandom ppl who are open-minded and can read a piece of fiction without going ballistic. if you look at things black and white, you likely won't like my fiction -- and that's okay.

however, if for any reason you want to send me hate, you will absolutely be blocked. i am a person, and i do not deserve insults and rudeness in my inbox. it's easy to feel empowered and feel like you're fighting for A Cause (TM) and attach the Bad Guy etiquette to a single person. that can feel like you're solving something. esp when ppl accuse me of promoting actual p3dophilia -- that's a cause everyone can get behind. banish the evil p3do apologist!

i am a victim of child sexual abuse, that went on all throughout my formative years, and into my adult age, simply because i thought that's how it must be. that experience has scarred me beyond belief. i don't want to share the details. it's not smth i'm sharing for pity points, nor do i need anyone's sympathy. however, it is an experience that has shaped who i am, and perhaps for that reason, combined with other things, is why i'm drawn to certain themes in fiction. i don't owe anybody an explanation as to why i choose certain topics, but since there have been idiots in my inbox who have accused me of harming victims of minor sexual abuse, i feel compelled to say something. fuck you for using a group of suffering ppl to support your own flimsy arguments born out of puritanism and inability to cope with heavy themes in fiction.

you are absolutely welcome to CIVILLY discuss your opinions about the fic with me -- off anon, exclusively. but i know nobody will, bc this isn't about the actual contents of my fic, this is about the delicious morally righteous thrill of a witch hunt.

enjoy the fic. i will post next wednesday.