#automatic sorting machines

[visimaster]

Horizontal Visigauge Manufacturer in pune | India

The brand most closely linked with horizontal vision production in all of India is Visimaster (also known as Horizontal Visigauge Manufacturer). Their specialty is the manufacture of instruments for visual examination. To assist in the development of more precise vision inspection devices, each department has specialized teams.

[loderlied]

need to finish that gort is simultaneously great and terrible at being “religious” essay some day

[aditinavalgund]

"Grading Green: Navigating Labor Challenges in Agriculture"

Hey everyone, welcome to the inaugural episode of our vlog series, brought to you by Segritech! We're diving deep into the challenges faced by farmers in manual sorting and grading of machines right here in India. Join us as we shine a spotlight on the realities of agricultural grading and the hurdles farmers encounter in their daily operations. Let's dive in!

Manual grading in agriculture is no walk in the park. Did you know that farmers can spend up to 40-60 labor hours per ton of produce on manual grading alone? That's right! Hours upon hours are dedicated to meticulously sorting through fruits and vegetables by hand, ensuring that each piece meets quality standards. But it's not just the sheer amount of time that's daunting; it's the challenges that come with it. From physical strain and fatigue to the subjective nature of grading, farmers are constantly battling obstacles. The repetitive motions involved in manual grading can take a toll on their bodies, leading to potential health issues. And let's not forget about the inconsistency in grading results. What one person may consider top-quality produce, another may deem subpar, impacting marketability and profitability. Add to that the pressure of labor shortages and high costs, and you've got a recipe for real challenges in the agricultural industry.

In addition to efficiency gains, automated grading technologies offer consistency and accuracy, crucial for meeting quality standards and gaining consumer trust. By removing subjectivity, farmers can ensure uniformity in produce, enhancing marketability and accessing premium markets. Embracing such solutions not only tackles labor challenges but also fosters a resilient and sustainable agricultural sector poised for global competition.

So, there you have it, folks. Manual grading in agriculture is not only time-consuming but also fraught with challenges. Farmers pour their time, effort, and energy into this crucial task, navigating obstacles every step of the way. As we move forward, it's essential to acknowledge their dedication and work towards implementing solutions that can streamline the grading process and alleviate their burdens. Thanks for tuning in, and until next time, take care!

[hannahciara]

5 Reasons Businesses Prefer Manual Coin Sorters Over Automatic Ones

Introduction

For businesses that handle cash transactions, sorting and organizing coins efficiently is crucial. While automatic coin sorters promise convenience, manual coin sorters remain a top choice for many businesses due to their cost-effectiveness, durability, ease of use, and reliability. If you're wondering whether a manual vs automatic coin sorter is the right fit for your business, read on to discover why manual models still dominate the market.

1. Cost-Effectiveness

Best coin sorter for businesses doesn't always mean the most expensive option. Manual coin sorters offer a budget-friendly solution for small businesses, vending operators, and retail stores that don’t require high-speed sorting. They eliminate maintenance costs, electricity expenses, and expensive repairs associated with automatic machines.

2. Durability & Longevity

Unlike their electronic counterparts, manual coin sorters don’t have complex moving parts that wear out over time. This makes them more durable and long-lasting, especially in environments where heavy coin sorting is required daily. Businesses that prioritize longevity often prefer manual sorters over delicate automatic machines.

3. Ease of Use

A manual coin sorter is simple to operate, requiring minimal training. Employees can quickly learn how to use it without dealing with complicated settings or troubleshooting mechanical issues. This ease of use ensures faster coin processing without unnecessary downtime.

4. No Power Dependency

Businesses that operate in mobile settings or locations without easy access to power benefit from manual coin sorters since they don’t rely on electricity. This feature makes them ideal for outdoor events, flea markets, and vending machine operators who need a reliable sorting solution anytime, anywhere.

5. Higher Accuracy & Control

While automatic sorters can sometimes miscount or jam, a manual coin sorter provides better control over coin sorting. Businesses that handle high-value or mixed currency transactions prefer manual models to reduce the risk of errors, ensuring precise sorting and counting every time.

FAQs About Manual Coin Sorters

1. How does a manual coin sorter work?

A manual coin sorter typically uses gravity or a simple rotating mechanism to separate coins by size and direct them into designated slots or tubes.

2. Are manual coin sorters better than automatic ones?

It depends on your business needs. If you prioritize cost-effectiveness, durability, and control, a manual sorter is the best choice. For high-speed bulk sorting, an automatic model might be more suitable.

3. What types of businesses benefit from manual coin sorters?

Retail stores, laundromats, vending machine operators, flea markets, and small businesses that handle cash transactions frequently benefit from using a manual coin sorter.

4. Can a manual coin sorter handle large volumes of coins?

Yes! While it may require more effort than an automatic sorter, many manual models are designed for high-capacity sorting, making them efficient for daily business use.

Choose the Best Coin Sorter for Your Business Today!

If you're looking for an affordable, reliable, and easy-to-use manual coin sorter, Lynde Ordway offers top-quality options designed to meet your business needs. Browse our selection today and streamline your coin management effortlessly!

[parivartancm]

Boost Cashew Processing with an Advanced Cashew Color Sorter Machine

[paper-mario-wiki]

report from the tiktok mines:

i found a strange livestream of an egg attached to a stick, rotating in place above a bowl of yolks. on the left and right was a needle and a small metal ball on a stick. specific amounts of donations would trigger the needle or "hammer" to strike the egg automatically. serene piano music, and distant birds chirping play in the background.

periodically, as the egg would break, a hand would come on screen to replace it.

right as i went for the screen recording it ended.

i find this new phenomenon of hyper specific livestream busking fascinating. a strange reward for a small fee. imagining an analogue equivalent of these sorts of streams makes me think of an eccentric vending machine museum. put a coin in and contribute to the egg being slowly pulverized.

this concludes the tiktok report.

[okwonyo]

CUFFING SEASON 𓂃 gymrat!enhypen 𓈒

𝗜𝗦𝗣𝗜𝗥𝗔𝗭𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗘 ✶ ────── 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖼𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝖻𝗈𝗒. 𝗂 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝖻𝗈𝗒.

엔하이픈 & fem!rea 14OO fluff established relationship cautions kissing skinship ˊᯅˋ altero

❛ 姫　❜ thanks to danipie for the heeseung prompt and tam for jakes >< plus to jenn, tam and pockemonz for being my emotional support 🎀

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HEESEUNG ｡｡ ever since you moved in together, your boyfriend likes to walk around with a tank top embracing his upper body, showcasing his biceps and making you daydream about his chest.

frankly, this habit of his isn’t new to you— back when you lived in different apartments, he would always open the door while dressed in that sort of clothes.

you admired his arms for a while during the long times whereas you were together. gaze dragging over his hands to reach his biceps, you always wondered if the ribbon you put in your hair could fit around his big muscles.

“do you think it’d fit?��� the ribbon is held between your index finger and your thumb as you question your boyfriend.

he looks at his biceps then at the pink hair accessory in your hand. seeing the sheer happiness on your face, he smiles “we can always try, sweetheart.”

wiping the grin off his face as he watches you wrap the thing around his flexed bicep is impossible. it is fun and you find it irresistibly hot— wrapping his arm is like marking him as yours. and you both love it.

JAY ｡｡ honestly, you think you are dreaming even now, deep in doze still, when you step into the kitchen and are met with a heaven-sent view in front of you.

with a mouth agape and eyes growing wide, you admire the back of your boyfriend. you want to thank whoever created gyms and thank your fortune for making your boyfriend such an addict.

his muscular and defined back shines, stares back at you as he is focused on making breakfast. the laces of the pink apron he wears on top of his naked torso wraps his waist perfectly.

it feels like heaven when your cheek collapses on his hot naked skin. you hug his waist like a teddy bear— almost melting into his skin. and god, he smells too good.

it’s dreamy when he kisses the top of your head, “good morning, baby,” he greets you, but you are too enamored by the vision of his broad shoulders a few moments ago to respond just yet.

you only hum, thinking that today will be a great day.

JAKE ｡｡ your phone rings as you are making yourself lunch. upon picking it up, a breathy voice reaches you through the phone. given the hour of the day, you don’t need to double check to know who it is.

“hi, princess, you good?” he greets you and you can hear the grin in his tone. a groan comes quick after— proving his current physical effort and confirming that he is at the gym, as he always is.

“yes, i’m good, jake,” the deep breath you take makes you able to respond after a few seconds. the next question is automatic, “how are you?”

“’m good, babe, i’m on the lat pulldown machine right now.” it would have been better, way better, if he hadn’t said that. or if he never showed you what a lat pulldown looks like.

but he did, and you cannot wipe the image of him sitting, his wide shoulders flexing alongside his back as he pulls the lat down. it makes you feel dizzy, him groaning again doesn’t help.

due to your silence, he continues. his voice is whiny, your knees get weaker, “i’ll finish my set quickly and take you on a date, alright?”

imagining him at the gym makes your whole behind fragile. your voice is locked in your throat and you tongue won’t move. but you’d let that man take you anywhere he’d like— the frail sounds of agreement you make are a confirmation of it.

SUNGHOON ｡｡ “stop moving around,” he commands, rather gently. his smile is too big for his words to be an order, he is so close to you that you can’t stop giggling. but you do stop moving.

the man’s beauty hits you one more time as your eyes focus on him. your boyfriend has his hands either side of your torso, next to your arms while you lay down on the floor.

he lower himself slowly, his lips brush over yours ever so gently, a quick kiss before he pushes on his arms and gets in his initial position. he is the one who got that idea, claiming that it’ll motivate him more.

it is in the privacy of your living room that he does another push up, his chest presses against yours when he lowers himself. this time, the kiss linger a little more than the last one.

you should have known that this exercise wouldn’t last long. it takes him less than three pushups to start focusing on your lips a little too much. “you know what? nevermind.”

his weight drops on you, a little ‘oof’ escapes from his mouth and a gentle ‘sorry, darling’ does the same from his. you kiss him back quickly when his mouth gets on yours.

SUNOO ｡｡ when you first met, his gym journey wasn’t as long as it is currently. therefore, you were used to his old, already quite muscular build. when he started going more regularly to the point where it was almost everyday, the changes weren’t very obvious to you.

of course, you knew he was getting more buffed every passing day but you didn’t realize how much until now. when your head is resting on his chest, covered by the thin fabric of his t-shirt.

it takes you a bit to realize how firm his chest feels under your resting head. you stay still for a moment, then your eyebrows furrow as you rub your cheek against his chest.

his arms tighten around your form, and you realize that his pecks are not the only parts that got more muscular. his chest vibrates as he laughs, “what are you doing?”

taken out of your examination, your gaze shoots up. it’s absurd how his natural cute face is on top of that kind of build. “since when are you hulk?”

JUNGWON ｡｡ during the time when he isn’t getting on your nerves or teasing you, he spends his energy on lifting weights at the gym and working on his muscles.

therefore, you know how well his body is built. you can tell, honestly, whenever you surreptitiously peek at him while he takes off his shirt to put on a hoodie instead. his big shoulders and small waist looks back at you, his beceps flex as he folds the clothing piece.

his muscles might be one of his greatest assets, to both send you into a spiral and irritate you the most. because being manhandled everywhere by your boyfriend creates an eruption of butterflies in your stomach but not being able to fight back makes you want to bite him.

“leave me alone!” you laugh when he lifts you off the floor in a swift mention. you are unable to move your arms as he jailed them in his embrace when he rushed to you.

the man quite literally throws you on your shared bed, making your body bounce against the mattress. you are breathless from both laughing, running away from him— even more when you find him on top of you.

you try to push him away when he leans closer. well, not really trying, because you don’t put any strength in the process. he ends up getting his kiss at the end, and he is quite content about it.

RIKI ｡｡ after occupying your room more than you do, even when you are not here, it is natural for him to have a place in your dressing where he can put his clothes.

the first time you thought about it, there wasn’t any big deal or issue related to it. it is the natural course of things, and you love that he is always there with you.

but it gets harder for you when he actually changes. when he takes off his shirt right before your eyes, letting you have a look of the creation he worked hard to have.

embarrassment becomes a prominent emotion in your head whenever you catch yourself staring at his defined abs. it is torture, you cannot yake your eyes off of them.

only a short amount of time passes before he notices it. soon enough , your boyfriend is smirking at you with his shirt in his hand, “like what you see?”

it’s a shame that you actually do. rather very much than not.

taglist open + net— @sgz-net

[giagrotechmachinery]

Cashew Processing Machinery, Cashew Nut Processing Machine, Cashew Processing Machines Unit Manufacturer and Supplier. Gayathri Industries offers comprehensive range of cashew processing machines and shelling machinery since 1994.

[hongjoongscafe]

Peach.

One-Shot.

Pairing: professor!jungkookxcamgirl!reader.

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, forbidden au, uni au.

Summary: where his lust and admiration fell for a camgirl.

Word count: 15.4k+

Warnings: age gap (oc: 21, JK: 30), masturbation… lots of masturbation, sort of online bullying(?), kind of public masturbation, toys, name-calling, sir/daddy, pussy eating, fingering, unprotected sex (Namjoon will bonk your head if you don't use a contraceptive), spanking, spitting kink, cum eating, choking, overstimulation, a little bit of degradation, pussy spanking. (and that anime-ish picture has nothing to do with the fiction. Imagine the characters however you want!)

Masterpost

“Oh fuck!” Jungkook's voice trembled as he palmed himself through his sweatpants. The thin shining layer of sweat made his face look sexier. His teeth were gritting and his eyes could barely focus on anything but the screen.

He had sworn to make himself wait until he could not wait anymore. He wanted to tease himself until he felt like bursting through his high. He wanted the pain of pleasure to run through his muscles and explode when it was too much to fill his body.

His ears were red from arousal and his veins were popping from lust.

He waited for a whole day to end just to tune into his favourite girl's livestream and tease himself as long as she teased herself.

Through his screen, he admired how her legs were wide open with a camera between them showing her gushing core. The livestream only started about five minutes ago. And he was already so ready to burst in his pants.

He was packing (giddily) to go back home after his day was over at the university to watch her, he was smiling widely. However, his smile dropped when he saw Mr Jameson (the director of the university) standing on the threshold of his office room.

“Mr Jeon, kindly visit conference hall 2 for a staff meeting in ten minutes.”

His lips frowned but nodded and sighed thinking that he probably wouldn't be able to make home soon enough to watch his MissPeach.

The meeting went longer as expected. It was nothing but about exchange students. Jungkook had ten exchange students in total and about three in each lecture he was assigned.

He made it home just in time. While he was juggling the key in the keyhole, he opened the stream and it was on its final countdown till the stream started. He sighed with relief and finally went inside and jumped on his bed, not bothering to turn on his lights. The burnt yellow guiding lights in the hallway and in his room were enough for him which turned on automatically when the sun kissed the ocean through his window and the night began to fall.

“Today, I thought I must not make you all wait,” Miss Peach's soft voice finally speaks. “So I’m going to skip teasing and just jump right into it,” she giggled when the chat went crazy with thank yous and asking for more or some who loved to get teased were upset but so ready to see.

Jungkook’s cock twitched after hearing her seductive yet innocent voice. She never showed her face but he knew she was smiling.

“I’m tired today, so I will use my sex machine instead. I hope it is alright,” she hummed.

Jungkook quickly tapped his screen with a frown of worry.

Bigdaddyj: Baby, it's alright. Relax and just let go, yeah? Don't worry<3 If someone has any problem, Daddy will handle —$200

The ping on Peach's side made her look at the chat. “Thank you, Daddy,” she chuckled. “You are always so generous.”

Jungkook could see her pussy throbbing as she said daddy. He bit his lip and saw a fake cock attached to a machine. Peach rubbed the lube all over it and aligned it with her pussy. She started it at a slow speed.

“Oh,” she gasped as it slowly started to push in. “This feels so good.”

He whimpered imagining his cock pushing into her pussy. Lowered his pants and pulled out his throbbing cock and squeezed the head, trying to feel how it would feel if he were that fake cock. His cock would look prettier and feel better than that thing. But at the same time, he wanted to suck that toy and lick all of her sweet juices, too.

“You fill me up so good,” she rasped. “Please fuck me,” Peach panted as she raised the power and the thrusts got faster and wetter.

“Fuck,” he couldn't control and gave in. His fist picked up the pace of the toy and looked at her pretty pussy swallowing the toy. Her sweet moans and whimpers only fueled his desire.

Not much later, he came all over himself, ruining his white shirt and black pants. But it was worth it.

“That was quick,” she giggled as she panted. Her pussy was red and swollen just how he loved it. “I hope you all came as well… tomorrow I was wondering if we could do qna type of thing? Not the usual stream but just something. I kinda wanna talk. I don't get to do that enough so…”

Jungkook was quick to reply.

Bigdaddyj: aw Peaches I would love to talk to you, baby girl. It will be fun. ^^ –$300

Reading the chat he sent, she hummed cosily. “You think so, daddy? I'm glad. I'll be seeing you all tomorrow then.”

With that, the stream ended and Jungkook slumped against the headrest.

Jungkook used to share a staff flat on campus with two other professors. It was going fine until he found MissPeach. Watching her was becoming a huge task with the other two men in that small flat. It was always obvious whenever he would jerk off.

On many occasions, his roommates would catch him after looking at his flushed face after one of his “sessions”. They said that his face could never hide the fact that he just jerked.

He started to wear makeup but it was frustrating and ended up moving out and eventually purchasing his own apartment off campus. It was rather convenient.

His obsession, however, grew ridiculously embarrassing. And having his own apartment helped him live it. Whenever MissPeach would go live, he would watch without caring about someone disturbing or making fun of him.

Sometimes he felt utterly embarrassed whenever he sat in front of his gigantic TV in his living room with a football game, his one hand holding his mobile with MissPeach's livestream on it and the other hand wrapped around his aching cock. He couldn't miss either.

It all worked out for him.

…

The next morning, Jungkook walked into his lecture hall dressed in a black shirt and black pants, his feet clad in the infamous black boots that made him look professional at the same time a character out of a dark romance book.

“Good morning, class. I hope you all had a long night. I have a job for you all,” he cleared his throat. “I'll be handing you guys a worksheet. You have this whole lecture which is sixty minutes. Take help from your sources and complete it. It's been one month and four more to go. So I want you all to revise what we did this month. I think there is no better way than this. What do we say? Do we agree?” he asked with his bubbly smile that he knew no one could resist.

The students agreed. Soon enough, everyone had two sets of five-page-long worksheets on their desks. In this specific batch, he taught biology. But he had chemistry as well.

You loved biology. And even more now because Jungkook was your professor. You were an exchange student and joined this semester.

On your first day, when he walked into the class, you were positive that he was one of the students but when he stood behind the teacher's desk and started his lecture, your jaw was barely holding up. He looked ripped and broad. The buttons on his shirt were fighting against the monstrosity of his chest. You swore you saw his nipples poke through his shirt at some point.

Even now, when you are sitting in your seat you can't help but look up and steal some glances towards him. He was sitting on his chair, reading something on his laptop with his glasses perched up.

You felt your pussy tingling. Since the first day, you have been masturbating to him. But your pussy just wanted his finger, mouth, and cock.

He never noticed you. You preferred to stay at the corner at the back and just exist. Socializing was not your forte. You had one too many insecurities to even say hi to someone. Even when some of the girls approached you for you to join them around, you always politely declined.

And the rest were not as nice. The thing was that you were a scholarship student at a private university. You barely afford to live. And the others barely kept money in their banks but still had too much money. They were everything you could never be and sometimes they took it as an advantage.

So you preferred to stay away and not get involved with anyone.

You were focusing on your worksheet when Jungkook’s chair screeched against the floor, looking up, you saw him slowly walking around and inspecting if someone needed help. So far, it was not bad. He had taught everything perfectly.

You focused back on your work. You could hear his footsteps. Here and there, the girls asked him some silly questions. You wanted to ask, too. But your confidence was a bit above -200.

So no, you weren't going to ask.

Soon enough, the musky scent invaded your senses as Jungkook was closer to you. He stood by you and looked at your work. You hid your hands under the desk to hide the trembling. It was the first time that you saw him up close. He never took a round, most probably because it was never needed. On the other hand, there weren't any emergencies or something that would make you knock on his office door.

Your eyes met with his as he asked “Miss Park, do you need any help?”

You shook your head, not trusting your voice.

“As expected,” he smiled. He fucking smiled at you. You bit back a silly smile, cleared your throat and looked down.

He moved along and you finally took a breath. He is rather enchanting and you just couldn't rebel.

How could you? That big Professor was a god himself.

“After you are done, you can hand your sheets to me and leave,” he said and took his seat.

You had completed the worksheet about twenty minutes earlier but there was no way you were going to get up and attract any attention. So you started to go through Chemistry.

Chemistry was not your best subject but it meant another hour in Jungkook’s class.

Your concentration enveloped you and made you lose the passage of time. You slightly flinched as Jungkook called your name.

“Miss Park, it has been ten minutes since the lecture got over. You can take the worksheet home if you want and submit it tomorrow if you are finding it hard. Or I can help if you want,” Jungkook offered.

You looked around the empty class and back at your professor. “Ah,” you nervously chuckled and started collecting your stuff. “It is all done,” you said in a small voice and finally gathered everything.

You walked towards him and handed him the sheets. Awkwardly, you bowed and stepped away. However, Jungkook stopped you.

“Miss Park, please write your name and ID number over here, please,” he smiled… again.

You could feel your ears heating up with embarrassment. “Sorry,” you whispered.

“It’s alright!” as you were writing your name and ID number on your sheets, Jungkook took notice of your hands. They looked familiar. Way too familiar.

The images of his MissPeach flashed in front of his eyes. That glistening, pink pussy. His cock twitched in his pants. He shook his head to get the images out. “There are many similar hands, JK!” He scolded himself.

“How are you keeping up, here?” Jungkook asked to distract himself.

You slid the now-named sheets back to him. “Um, it's nice here.”

Jungkook’s eyes twitched at the familiarity of your voice as well. “That’s good. If you ever have any problem, you can come to me. We have two classes so feel free to reach out. You are already so far away from your home so don’t hesitate to ask for help.”

You looked him in the eyes and smiled. “I’ll keep that in mind.” with that, you finally left with a racing heart and wet panties.

Jungkook looked at the closed door. “Ah, I should stop watching her. She is messing up my brain. Y/n can't be her. She is too innocent for that… right?”

But who was he kidding, he was obsessed with MissPeach.

You felt embarrassed when you walked out. His mere smile and thick voice made your pussy clench around nothing and your panties wet. You could feel the wetness on your thighs.

He had an effect on you more than your body could handle without making you feel like his whore.

But you knew he would never look at you the way you wanted him to. To begin with, you were his student and if there was any chance that he would get involved with one, that certainly wouldn't be you.

There were many painfully beautiful girls around you who had maintained themselves like Queens. They had proper skin care, a pretty makeup routine before they came to university and a relaxing night routine. Whereas you, you splashed your face with water and soap and slapped basic cheap face cream on your face.

Most of your money from your “job” was sent to your parents and for your apartment rent. And not to mention, that where you came for an exchange programme, even farting costs money.

Sighing, you walked through the crowd of students and looked around. Everyone was busy with their stuff. In the canteen, groups of friends were sitting and enjoying the food. You brought your own meal but today you were running late and packed nothing. So you walked towards the cheapest of the options, a vending machine.

You bought some rice balls and a can of Sprite. Quickly, you left the canteen and sat on the empty staircase which rarely anyone visited which led to the abandoned old green room.

It didn't take time for you to finish your food. The thought of your hot, ripped professor was still fogging up your mind and probably the sane side of your brain, too. And the more it did, the more your panties became wet.

The image of his beautiful long fingers teased you. You wondered how his tattooed fingers would look while playing with your pussy. Oh, you just wanted just that.

His lip ring was the end of you. You wanted to sit on his face and feel the piercing over your pussy. You always paid attention to when he played with his lip ring with his tongue and just wanted to know how it would feel teasing your clit.

You couldn't take it anymore so you opened the secret pocket of your bad and took out a tiny bullet vibrator that you carried after realizing that Mr Jeon was a sexy man that you just wanted fuck.

Looking around the empty staircase and hallway above, you opened the button of your pants and slipped your hand inside your panties. You positioned the toy over your clit and buttoned up your pants back on.

From your mobile, you turned it on. The low vibrations of the toy shivered you up. You closed your eyes and rested your head against the railing, slowly turning up the power.

It was a perfect gift from one of your viewers who watched almost every stream, Bigdaddyj. You loved this toy the most. It didn't make any noises and was easy to carry around in your bag… or inside your panties.

Soon the vibrations got stronger, leaving your mouth wide open. Your hips thrust in the air and your legs trembled.

A strangled moan forced out so you slapped your hand over your mouth to make no noises. You imagined Jungkook between your legs fingering your hole and sucking on your clit. Thinking of him humming and moaning on your pussy sent you to the edge.

Not so long after, your body seized up and climaxed.

You whimpered at the sensitivity and turned off the toy. It was hard to bring your breath to normal but you somehow managed and stood up yet again questioning your existence.

…

“So I see many of you tuned into this live… I was not expecting this,” you giggled looking at the viewer bar. There were about one thousand viewers. They could only see your boobs clad in a black satin tank top. “Shall we start with the QnA?”

Jungkook was lounging on his sofa with a glass of whiskey. He looked at MissPeach’s boobs. He just wanted to squeeze them and pamper them with kisses and just… keep on worshipping her.

Bigdaddyj: You look fabulous, pretty. How was your day?

You looked at the chat, it wasn't as crazy as when you bare your boobs and pussy. Your heart fluttered when you saw the name of your regular who insisted you call him daddy. “Thank you, Daddy! I'm fine, just a bit tired. It was a long day,” you hummed.

Bigdaddyj: Aw, baby. You should rest. Drink something warm and sleep.”

You smiled at his chat. Playing with the top of your tank top, you replied, “I will. But I have some other things to do and study for a bit.”

Jungkook watched MissPeach play with the top. He couldn't help but pay close attention to the hands. They were similar, he was sure of that. However, he shook his head and paid attention to MissPeach’s chat.

Cummingdick: show face

Natehell: Do you meet in private?

She answered that question, “No, I don't meet in private.”

Then Jungkook asked the question that had been bugging him all-day.

Bigdaddyj: Baby, yesterday you said that you don't get to talk a lot. What is that? Do your friends don't listen to you?

You looked at the question. Your smile faded, lucky you never showed your face. What were you supposed to answer? But it was Daddy who asked it so you had to answer.

“Well, I'm not a very social person. Plus I moved to a different country recently. So I don't have friends here. I prefer staying by myself anyway. It works for me!” you tried to be enthusiastic.

Patrick: show tits, bitch

Fuckboi2000: it's always the quiet ones who whore around

Lovethatpus: I thought you had fucked the whole campus

Jungkook didn't feel good. He heard that strained voice and could tell it was deeper than that. He felt rage reading mindless chat, on top of that. He always saw that innocence in her. Even though she was a camgirl, her demeanour reflected the innocence that he wanted to protect.

Bigdaddyj: it's alright, baby. Try to get along slowly. I'm sure you will make a good friend. Don't be alone, my darling.

The chat from Bigdaddyj brought a smile to your face. Where everyone was requesting you to remove your top and spread your legs, he was making sure you felt heard.

“I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you, Daddy.”

The chat progressively got disappointing and soon turned into a mess. The viewers dropped down when you didn't remove any clothes.

There weren't many questions, in fact, nobody asked a proper question except Bigdaddyj.

Cummingdick: this sucks

Fuckboi2000: Man, you wasted my time, you fucking stupid cunt.

Ridemycock: never turn up if you not gonna show that pussy

Hideme: You're not as interesting as your pussy

Lovethatpus: No wonder why you don't have friends, bitch. Other than your pussy and tits, you are fucking boring

Boobieman: I would just use you and throw you. Boring ass bitch

You sighed. Maybe you shouldn't have done this. What did you even expect? Talking on a porn website? You shook your head and just looked at the chat, not answering any questions.

Soon, there was only one viewer left. And you were certain who he was.

“Daddy?” you called in a low, soft voice.

Jungkook's eyes widened when MissPeach called him. He wasn't expecting her to know that he was still tuned in. Half of him was burning with rage because of those stupid assholes who had to degrade you instead of going somewhere else.

He quickly typed.

Bigdaddyj: yes, baby?

“Do you wanna know a secret?” she hummed.

Bigdaddyj: yes, of course, baby. What is it?

You didn't say something for a few seconds and then stood up. Taking a tissue next to you, you poured some micellar water on it. “Look here, okay?” you said and took a deep breath.

Jungkook typed a yes and looked where she had lowered her pyjama shorts, brought the tissue and pressed for a few. It was above her hip bone on the left side.

Slowly, the tissue swapped and showed a tiny coloured tattoo. It was a cute little pastel pink peach.

Jungkook's mouth parted and looked at the tattoo. He felt his cock twitch in his sweats.

“I got this when I turned nineteen. But I always hid it. It's tiny but I always feel like not wanting to show this to anyone. But I only put on concealer whenever I come live or when I wear cropped tops or something like that,” MissPeach said.

Again, Jungkook’s fingers tapped across the keyboard.

Bigdaddyj: That has to be the most adorable tattoo I've ever seen, baby. I wanna kiss it.

A soft giggle left her. “You can kiss it, Daddy.”

Jungkook smiled.

Bigdaddyj: Tell me, pretty. What other secrets are you hiding?

She sat down again. Her delicate fingers tapped the tabletop. “There are some secrets that I have that no one knows. Will you keep them as secrets if I tell you them?”

Jungkook didn't need to think at all.

Bigdaddyj: Of course, baby. I'll keep them for you.

At this point, Jungkook just wanted her to talk about things that she couldn't talk about or didn't have a friend to talk to. He loved this. Just talking and existing at the same time.

He knew he was fucked. How could he get attached to a faceless person like this?

“I used one of your toys today…” she rubbed the back of her neck. “At university at lunchtime.”

Jungkook’s cock hardened right away. She used his toy at her university.

“And you know what's worse? I've been taking it every day with me and using it often at the university. I keep it in my secret pocket in the bag. I always feel dirty using it,” she confessed.

“Fuck,” Jungkook cursed.

Bigdaddyj: You always feel that horny, baby? What do you think about when you use it?

She paused for a moment, “will you be angry if I tell you the truth?”

He frowned. “So not me,” he mumbled. “Why would she? She has never seen me before.”

Bigdaddyj: Not at all, pretty.

“Hm… I always think about my professor,” she revealed.

“Fuck me,” Jungkook moaned. Even though it wasn't him, the thought of her masturbating to a professor made his cock harder.

Bigdaddyj: You are one nasty little girl, baby.

“I can't help it, Daddy. I really can't.”

…

Your morning class was supposed to be Chemistry but Jungkook couldn't show up for the lecture. Instead, he sent the worksheet to the students through an adjusted professor.

The instructions were similar to what they were for biology. However, this was not easy for you.

It took ten extra brain cells to solve one damn equation. There was no way you were going to get this worksheet done in time. You scolded yourself in your mind for taking this ungodly subject just to spend one more hour with Jungkook who truly never noticed you.

Later in the day, it was your Biology lecture. And to your luck, Jungkook was present in this class and had brought back the worksheets with him.

“You all did an excellent job with this worksheet,” he said as he stood up and smiled at all. Oh, that fucking killer smile that you wanted to eat up. “However, there was one person who did an exceptionally great job!”

His eyes roamed around and stopped at you. “Miss Park,” he called, making your breath stop. “Not a single mistake. Everything was written so beautifully and accurately. I'm impressed by your work. That one diagram was drawn with perfection even in a limited time. And all those diagram with other processes were great addition. One could tell you know what you are doing. Keep working like this,” he gave you a toothy smile and thumbs up.

Your cheeks turned into rosy red. Not trusting your voice, you quickly bowed to him from your seat and gave him an awkward smile.

The lecture passed by with him starting a new chapter and passing on the introduction of sub-topics to make everything easier when studied in detail— one of his tricks for learning that was your favourite.

As the lecture ended, everybody started to leave and you were packing up as well. It was only 2:00 PM and you were planning to go back to your apartment.

“Miss Park,” Jungkook called your attention. “Do you have time for a moment? I've something to discuss.”

You nodded.

Soon, you found yourself sitting in front of your professor. The same one who made you masturbate in public and that you confessed to a stranger who watched your stream regularly.

“Miss Park, you did an outstanding job in Biology. I'm impressed, actually. When I was handed your performance chart from your university, I knew I didn't need to be worried about you. No one gets into this university without any reason. It's harder. You either need too much brain or too much money,” he said. “I was actually quite eager to go through your Chemistry worksheet.”

You dug your nails into your palm, knowing well that you had disappointed him.

“I can see that Chemistry is difficult for you. Or if I rephrase it, you are thinking that it is difficult for you,” he pulled out the worksheet. “You haven't answered all the questions and there are some mistakes. From the look of it, it seems you have a problem with your basics. I'm pretty sure it will be all right once the lab starts but I think it would be much helpful if you understand things in theory better.”

You fumbled with your fingers and avoided his eyes. Your body was tense and he could see right through it.

Jungkook removed his glasses, “Miss Park, May I ask why you opted for this subject? I see you only had Biology before. Why the sudden addition of Chemistry?”

Taking a deep breath, you finally spoke up. “I'm sorry, Mr Jeon. I didn't mean to disappoint you in any way… I just took chemistry for extra credits.”

You lied. Oh, you fucking lied to your professor and you wanted to run away. Lying to him hurts you more than it should have.

Jungkook chuckled, “I’m not disappointed in you, Miss Park. I think with a little extra attention, you will be able to perform just as well as you do in Biology.”

You looked into his twinkling eyes. “I-I’m not sure if I can be that good in Chemistry. It's- it’s stupid, I should probably get it crossed. I think I still have time for that. Yeah, that, I'll do that,” the panic settled in.

Jungkook looked at you and found you a fragile little thing. He had never paid much attention to you knowing you were all good in your studies.

But right now, he wished he did.

You were a simple girl with a straightforward goal. He never saw you messing around or heard any gossip about you other than that you do not get mixed up well with others. Considering the fact that you had just moved out and still settling in, it was normal for not mixing up. It takes time.

“Miss Park,” Jungkook leaned in and patted your shoulder. “You don't need to panic. How about we try solving this problem for a couple of weeks and then see if you get any better, hm?

You sat frozen in your seat and just took in the feeling of his hand on your shoulder trying to calm you down. “What if I don't?”

Jungkook smiled, retrieving his hand and making you want more. “Then you can get it cancelled from your major.”

You nervously asked, “When can we start?”

“If you don't have any other class for the day, we can start right now! Do you have any classes?” you shook your head. “Alright, follow me to my office, Miss Park.”

Almost an hour since Jungkook has been focused on you. He was damn sure that your hands and voice were similar to MissPeach. He has been watching her for a month and he knows her perfectly. Her moans, whimpers, begging, sniffles, everything to the point she showed or let him see, he noticed.

However, he couldn't risk any false situations.

The picture of the peach tattoo flashed in front of his eyes. How MissPeach confessed to masturbating in university and that too while thinking about a professor… right into feeding his fantasies.

Not that he dreamt of that before but since MissPeach and you blocked his mind, he couldn't help but want this to happen. As forbidden as it was, you were a fully grown adult.

His pants started to tighten, his cock begging for a touch. But he pushed the need behind his head. He shouldn't think such filthy things while you are struggling to solve the equation in front of him.

He loved how your bangs caressed your soft cheeks. He wanted to caress your forehead to get rid of the tension lines you got while concentrating. He loved it when your nose scrunched up whenever you got stuck on a specifically harder equation.

He wondered why you had tiredness kissing your face. He hated that and wanted to take you in his arms and hum you to sleep in his lap.

Oh! He would do anything just to free your lower lip from the confines of your teeth and caress it with his thumb… kiss it with his lips and taste your pretty mouth.

His eyes widened at his wild thoughts. Fuck. He thought.

But something in his mind said that he needed to know if you were MissPeach or not.

Tattoo… he needed to keep an eye for it. She herself said that she always hid it whenever she came live or when she wore something like cropped tops.

…

It was the fifth day of the extra classes. You were waiting for Jungkook in his office with your notebook and textbook out as commanded by him. He informed you earlier that in this extra class, you will be joined by someone. You had no idea who this person was.

After about five minutes, the door opened. Along with Jungkook, another girl walked in. Margot.

There was nothing good about her. At least when it came to you, it wasn't. She was the only daughter of a realtor father and an advocate mother. Her nose was always high in the sky and her eyes looked down on people like you.

For her, you were not worth the hassle.

“Miss Park, Miss Bell was having trouble with the topic we are going to cover today. So I thought maybe we could work on it together!” Jungkook said as he took his seat in front of you and Margot on your left.

You nodded.

“Oh, well… I would have preferred this to be a private session, Mr Jeon. You know, it's better with personal attention and not,” Margot looked at you with a side eye, “share it with a scholar.” She spat the word scholar as if it were a pesticide.

Her voice was animatedly high-pitched and it annoyed you to no end.

“Really? I don't think so. Instead, I think that this is better. If you have any doubts, it can help Miss Park as well. And if Miss Park has any doubts, it can help you. Knowledge is never private, Miss Bell,” Jungkook sweetly said. You admired his thinking. He wasn't only hot and intelligent but also highly respectful as well. “Now without wasting time, let's start, shall we?”

It was only fifteen minutes in when Margot started to shit from her mouth.

“Mr Jeon, are you single?” she asked.

Jungkook looked up from his laptop and lowered his glasses. “Why do you ask?”

“You don't look single. There must be someone just as hot as you that you are dating,” your eyes widened at her choice of words.

Jungkook chuckled. “No, Miss Bell. I'm single.” His eyes stole glances at your face. You were buried in your book but he knew you were listening.

“Such a waste of hotness,” Margot tsked. “I think you deserve someone with pretty eyes, a sharp face and an intelligent mind, and money as well— ‘cause you know, there are many who would anything for money if they don't have it themselves! I'm sure you will go for someone who looks like a princess. With dusty blond hair,” At this point, she was just pointing out her own features.

“Miss Bell, I don't think you should be discussing such stuff. Plus, Miss Park must be getting disturbed,” his reply made your butterflies jump.

“Who cares? This is not all, you know? A girl must keep herself up to standards. No one will look at her if she keeps on being like this. A girl must wear good clothes, wear shoes that have solid soles and not hang by a single thread. Get a proper manicure done. Have some sense and class with good brands. And knows how to properly use make-up and not just use some cheap ass shit that cakes up,” you fisted your hands to hide your chipped nail paint as you felt the redness and shame crawling up your neck.

“Stop, Miss Bell! Thi–”

“I- I need to go,” you interrupted Jungkook and stood up. You messily collected your books and ran out without even putting them in your bag. You felt suffocated.

Jungkook could never be yours. You had nothing. You were average-looking, had no money to buy big brands, and had the most average life. and not to mention how you chose to bare yourself on the internet in front of strangers for money instead of going for an actual job.

You had nothing against people who did this with choice but you had never been this open-minded about it. Hell, you were still a virgin.

Long ago, your parents had a small business which earned enough for a healthy living. But because of your father's sudden illness, everything went to nothing. To pay the bills, your parents had to sell almost everything little by little and in that, the business went crashing. They sold the house and moved into a smaller house. It was still expensive. Hospital bills were stacking up. Most of your money went into that. It wasn't your choice to move away and stay like this. But desperate times bring desperate measures.

Why would Jungkook like you when you had too much shit to handle? He would probably walk away. Would he even look at you like you wanted? Never. You were his student, a twenty-one years old but still a student. While he was thirty years old successful professor.

…

It has been a week since MissPeach last came live.

You were kind of not feeling going on live after your qna. People, other than Daddy, made you feel like a worthless object that deserved nothing but to bare herself for the world to see. They had forgotten that there was an actual person with a heart that gets hurt as well.

So when you went live without any previous notice, you preferred to not talk at all and just release your stress. Plus you needed money to send it to your parents.

After coming back from your extra class with Jungkook, you could feel your arousal running down your thighs. Even though you weren't feeling good, your pussy had its own mind.

You were going to take care of your problem in private but you needed that money.

When the notification popped on Jungkook's phone, he quickly turned off the heat under the pasta and sat on the couch. He wasn't expecting you to go live but it was more than fine. He gets to talk to you.

The live started. You were sitting on your chair, wearing your underwear. A pastel blue set. Jungkook was quick to type the compliment and donate some money.

Bigdaddyj: My pretty baby looks so beautiful as always <3 –$300

He waited for you to say something but it never came. It was odd, you always replied to him.

You didn't say hi or ask how everyone's day was. Nothing.

Bigdaddyj: Baby? Everything alright?

You leaned back and sighed. Hooking up your thumbs with the corner of your panties, you removed them showing glistening folds.

Cummingdick: thank fuck this slut decided to show some pussy.

Randomdude: wanna fuck that hole so fucking bad💦

You slid your hand between your legs and teased your folds, not touching where you needed them the most. The slick was dripping down on your bed.

A blissful sigh escaped your throat when your cold fingers finally touched your throbbing clit. “Daddy,” you whimpered. It was your way to make him know that you acknowledge him and him only.

Jungkook’s cock hardened embarrassingly quickly. He knew something was not right and that MissPeach was feeling off but now when she moaned what she called him, he couldn't resist. He was sure that she was thinking of that professor but fuck he would be lying if that didn't just make him want to be delulu.

You picked up a lipstick and opened it. Dropping the cap, you picked another big blush brush with a metallic multi-coloured stick.

You pressed the button at the bottom of the lipstick and it started to buzz. Bringing it down to your clit, you gasped and moaned lewdly when the high vibrations buzzed through your veins.

“Oh my god, fuck,” you moaned.

Jungkook took out his cock from his sweatpants and stroked himself. This was one of his favourite toys that you owned paired with the brush wand in your hand. He always complimented her about it.

Bigdaddyj: Such a good girl, you are. Using Daddy's favourite toys. Hm? –$500

The ting of the donation made you look at the screen and made you moan knowing it was from Daddy. You turned on the brush and teased your hole with it. The double vibrations left you with your mouth wide open in a silent scream.

Slowly, you pushed the brush inside you. “Ah, Daddy please fuck me!” you screamed.

You closed your eyes and imagined Jungkook. He has been leaving subtle touches– not sexual. But they were enough for your weaker self.

You imagined his fingers rubbing your clit, spitting on it as his cock plunged into your filthy cunt. The vibrations against your G-spot made you see the stars.

It was embarrassing to admit that you had seen his huge bulge in the classroom sometimes.

You imagined how his hot cock would feel in your pussy as you rode him while his hands played with your tits, pinching your sensitive nipples. You just wanted him to wrap his hands around your throat and choke you as you lay under him with your knees touching your chin.

The overwhelming feeling of vibration from both the toys and the image of Jungkook ruining your cunt.

Jungkook matched the pace of your hand thrusting the damn thing in your swollen pussy. He was so close.

He had never seen MissPeach so out of it. He loved it.

His balls tightened, ready to burst anytime. Soon enough, his cock twitched and he emptied himself all over his white shirt when you moaned out loud and squirted. The brush slipped out of your cunt.

You dropped the lipstick thing and slapped your pussy as you squirted more and more with the image of Jungkook between your legs, lapping up your juices like the gentleman he is.

Your eyes and breath took time to adjust and when you felt normal, you turned off the live and sat there thinking about what just happened just like Jungkook who was hard again after seeing you squirt like a broken faucet.

You had never squirted in your whole life.

…

There was complete silence in Jungkook’s office. You were sitting in front of him, working on some theory. Your concentration was strong and you grasped everything perfectly.

Everything about you was quiet. You walked quietly, talked quietly, and even your breath was quiet. Not a single noise that you have ever made. However, you were even quieter after that class with Margot and that didn't slip from Jungkook’s attention.

Whenever you had any doubts, you would just slide your notebook or textbook across the table with a circle around the doubt.

He missed your voice.

Subconsciously, he noticed everything about you. You never talked to anybody. Never hung out in the canteen. Heck, he didn't even see you outside of these classes. It was as if you vanish after classes and only appear in the class.

Considering your age, he expected to catch you with a boy or a girl here and there. He had caught almost the rest of the students in such a compromising state. And he wasn't too old himself, just thirty years old, he knew what this generation's needs were.

He was, to say the least, concerned about you.

“Miss Park?” He called.

You looked up from your book and waited for him to continue. “I know it might come out as inappropriate but I couldn't help but notice how you are always on your own. Like, I've never seen you with someone else before and never outside of the classes. Is everything alright?”

You were wondering why he was suddenly interested in your pathetic life. “I don't think I get along well,” you whispered, thinking it should be enough and focused back on the book.

“Why not? You are smart and intelligent. I'm sure there are many who would want to be friends with you,” he said with enthusiasm to encourage her to have friends.

You just looked up at him again and shook your head and looked down again.

“That’s not the spirit, Miss Park. Trust me, friends come a long way. I have my childhood friends and other friends still in contact. Any need? They are right there for me,” he tried to reason.

You sighed, “Mr Jeon, I'm happy that you have such friends. But it's not everyone's thing. Not everybody is able to make friends. Sometimes it's better to be just… left alone. I would rather focus on studies, pass, and get out of here. I have no time for anything else.”

There were unspoken words left. Jungkook wanted to hear those. But he didn't press you much. He could see the wave of sadness that shifted on your face. He hated it.

He still blames himself for bringing Margot with him to the class. There was too much that these rich students (of course, not all but some) didn't understand. And he could see the maturity that you attained. He knew things were much deeper than mere relatability.

“Do you bring your lunch from home, Miss Park?” he abruptly asked.

You frowned but nodded.

“Did you bring it today as well?”

You nodded, again.

“Great! You should eat here. With me. I made some Jjajangmyeon and was wondering if I could have some company during lunch. It doesn't feel right without sharing… you can share your lunch with me!” he smiled, closed his laptop and placed the book he was going through away.

“I don't think you would want to have my lunch,” you nervously whispered.

“Oh, hush! Now pack up, it's lunchtime!”

Not even five minutes later, there were two bowls with noodles in it. Jungkook started to mix his bowl and pointed his eyes at yours with a smile, asking you to eat as well.

Jungkook had happily taken half of your sad American cheese sandwich and ate it with a huge smile. He had said that it was really good and you didn't believe him at all. But his following lines almost made you cry. They were— “You know, Miss Park, I always love food. It could be as simple as bread and butter or as complex as Korean BBQ. In the end, it's food. Not everyone gets to eat it. So I'm thankful for what I have and what I eat. No one should be ashamed of what they eat. As long as it fills up your stomach, it is good.”

This only added another reason why you loved hi–

Loved?

…

The moment you and Jungkook stepped into the library, he kept his eyes on you while you tried to find a specific book for your extra class.

Ever since he started giving you extra classes, he has paid more attention to you. And not from an academic perspective but as in you. He was hurt, to say the least.

You were alone. And he saw that right through your eyes.

Being away from one's home country and staying with ruthless rich young adults was not something as pleasant for someone from the working class. He felt for you. No details were needed to know that these people must have made your time here harder.

Since Margot, he had seen an utter decline in your health as well. Even in the stream, he noticed how your body had gone thinner.

Yes, he was certain that it was you, the MissPeach. But still, the odds were there.

After that lunch from yesterday, he had been thinking about you without any break. He couldn't even set the worksheet for juniors just because he was consumed by you. He kept seeing your tired eyes and the dark circles that stuck to them.

It took all the will to keep his fingers from caressing them and kissing them away. A strange wish to protect you and keep you arose within him that he never felt before.

It shook him, how much he had grown to care for you in just two weeks. He was afraid that you might break down at any moment.

You were this fragile little doll and yet so strong. He admired you. You were everything he ever wanted… scratch that, you were more than what he ever wanted. It was like he asked for an Apple but he got a basket full of apples with an apple pie. And love beside it.

Jungkook kept looking at you from where he was standing and smiled as you looked through the shelves of books to find what you needed. The tiny scrunching nose and your baby hair falling over your face… just adorable. He wished he could thread his fingers through them and tuck them behind your ears as his fingers brushed your nape, raising your goosebumps.

He smiled when he saw your eyes light up after you spotted the book you were finding. It was way above the shelf and you tried to reach it.

You looked too good to be true.

You tried reaching it with your right hand, and when failed, you switched to your left. As if that arm was longer than the other.

Jungkook chuckled and took one step to help you but instead, he froze in his place. His eyes wandered down and stopped at the naked skin just above your left hip. There it was. The pretty peachy peach sitting on your skin, taunting him.

His heart stopped for a moment and then ran faster like the wind in the thunderstorm.

Something feral ticked inside his guts.

You tried to reach for the book but it was too far up. Just as you were about to turn around and fetch the stool, a warm body pressed against your back and a hand rested on your covered right side. You didn't need to know who it was… that musky earthy scent was enough to make your heart beat like crazy knowing it was Jungkook.

You dumbly looked at his hand slowly grabbing the book and bringing it down to you. His hot breath fanned against your ear and his lips brushed against the shell of it.

And then he said in a deadly deep, low, and raspy voice, “I think, next time, you need to be more careful with your tattoo… MissPeach.”

The book dropped on the ground. Your eyes widened and your mouth parted open. Daddy. No one but Daddy knows.

Millions of haunting thoughts swirled in your head making you feel lightheaded. You were sure he was going to expose you and get you expelled.

“Meet me in my office, Miss Park,” he said and lightly kissed your ear. “Right now.”

The coldest warmth disappeared. So did your last brain cell.

You were doomed.

…

When you knocked on the door to the office, your soul almost left your body, trying to free itself from the humiliation.

The ever-soft “come in” made you realize that there was no going back. You fucked up.

How could he be Bigdaddyj? That shocked you to no end. You shouldn't have revealed that fucking tattoo of yours that night. But you felt a need to share at least one thing with that faceless stranger to feel something. To feel like you, too, had someone who knows your dirty secrets. Oh! The worst of all… the confession about masturbation.

Talk about sharing secrets. You scoffed at yourself.

Hesitantly, you opened the door and entered the room without looking up. You shut the door behind you extra tightly, making sure no one on the other side could hear anything. Unless they stuck their ears to the door.

Your body trembled as you stepped in front of his desk and stood there like a shivering statue. The inner screaming made you restless. This was too embarrassing to handle.

Your professor whom you have been crushing over since day one has seen you masturbate on the internet and the worst part is, he donated you good money as well.

He was going to ask for money, wasn't he? You cringed at yourself. How were you going to repay?

“Miss Park, I guess we both know what we are going to… discuss,” he started. You nodded. “Words… Miss Park.”

“Yes, Mr Jeon,” you whispered.

Jungkook stood up from his chair, “We had a nice talk in that stream, didn't we?”

The tears pricked your eyes so you kept your head down, keeping the sight of your face away from his expensive eyes.

He slowly walked around the table and stood behind you, caging you with his arms around you and placing his hands flat on the table. “It’s interesting, you know? To know that one of my students is a camgirl,” he whispered in your ear. “Do you want me to keep this dirty little secret for you, too?”

You nodded to you a few times, praying so that he could indeed keep this a secret. “Please,” you whispered in a weak tone.

“Hmm… but I want to know one thing in return, MissPeach…” his chest plastered with your back.

“Tell me one thing. Who is that professor whose thoughts make you wet, hm?” his jealousy made his brain fog up and let it out on you. “The one who gets you so fucking horny that you play with that pretty pussy in university with the toy that I sent you. Who is he? Is it Jimin? Or Namjoom? It has to be Namjoon. Big, ripped. He is the definition of hotness. I'm sure you imagine him licking your pretty pussy,” you couldn't imagine yourself. You felt dirty thinking about the image he was pasting. The only time you didn't feel dirty was when you imagined Jungkook and only Jungkook. The idea of being with any other professor made you cringe harder.

The more he talked about you being with some other person, the more tears dropped down your cheeks. You didn't want to admit that it was him. You promised yourself that you would let him paint whatever picture he wanted and never tell him the truth.

“Imaging his dick in your pussy? Isn't it? You would love that, wouldn't you? Having Namjoon’s dick in you and just ju—”

“You!” you screeched when he didn't stop. Into the well went the promise. It was too hard to listen to him.

Jungkook went rigid, “what?”

Your body trembled violently, “it’s you that I think about!” you let it out as your voice cracked.

“Y/n,” you felt his hands on your arms turning you around to face him. “Look me in the eyes, please.”

You looked up and he felt his heart break. Your face was red with tears running down. “Please, Mr Jeon. I beg you to keep this a secret, please! I will do anything you want. I-I’ll do better at Chemistry. But keep this to yourself. I can't– I can't afford to get kicked out. Everything will get ruined. Please n—”

Your words died when your face squished against his warm and hard chest. His one hand threaded through your hair and the other one rubbed your back.

“I’m sorry, Princess,” he whispered. “I won't ever tell this to anyone, baby. There is nothing wrong. I may have– no… I definitely let my jealousy take over and act like an idiot. You have done absolutely nothing wrong.”

Your eyes were wide open but they relaxed. Your shaky hands reluctantly circled around him and hugged him back. You felt warm. Not only on the outside but inside as well. The ice of burden melted for a while with the warmth he gave you. His fingers caressing your scalp made your head feel better. His hand running along your spine calmed your inner screamings.

Strangely enough, he was all you needed at that moment.

You just wanted to melt into his warmth and become a part of him.

As ridiculous as it looked, it was magical. Healing even.

You felt his nose against your head and he sniffed before pulling himself away just a little to see your face.

Jungkook gently wiped your cheeks and tucked your loose locks behind your ears. Your soft gaze softened his heart and he kept looking into them.

His hands cupped your face and pulled you closer to his face. Your nose touched with his and his minty fresh breath fanned your face.

Without using any words, he asked for your permission. As much as your brain was screaming to push him and run away, your mind made your head nod.

His eyes smiled.

And then he let his soft lips be on yours. Everything about him was warm and soft.

His lips lapped yours in a slow kiss. It was not lusty or heated but the one where he expressed more than he could say. The care, the love, the admiration. He didn't only kiss your lips but your soul. Dramatic but made sense.

Your lips moved in sync.

Jeon Jungkook was your first kiss.

He was careful trying not to hurt you. He held your face as if it was made of glass. Your hands were clutching his shirt as if you let go, you might actually break. It felt like a fever dream, the one from which you never wanted to wake up.

Your lips parted away from his and your forehead rested against his. You opened your eyes unhurriedly and saw him already looking at you.

“Jealousy?” you asked.

Jungkook’s hands slid down and held your waist, “you might have stolen my heart, Princess,” he deeply whispered. “Let it be MissPeach or Miss Park… your both of those sides snatched my heart. You have no idea how bad I've been wanting to be with you, baby,” his thumbs drew circles on your waist. “At first it was the fascination of MissPeach but since I have started to get to know you, I've been dying to make you mine, Princess. You fucked up my mind… And I love it. I love it more than I should,” he breathily chuckled.

“How did you know it was me?” your mind was blurred with proximity.

“Believe me or not but it was your hands that made me realize and when you talked, I knew it was MissPeach,” he said and kissed the tip of your nose.

“My hands?” you frowned and looked at your hands. You turned them around to see what gave them off.

Jungkook chuckled and held your hands in his large ones. Bringing them closer to his lips, he pecked them. “Everything you allowed me to see and hear, I know them. A single look and a single noise of you will always make me know that it's you, Princess.”

You were at a loss for words. “But why would you pay attention to a girl who fucks herself for everyone to see?”

With two fingers, he lifted up your chin and looked into your eyes, “You are not just a girl, Y/n. You are my girl. And don't think of yourself any less just because you are a camgirl. I know you and know that you are better than anyone I have ever known.” You could see the concern swimming in his pebble eyes. “I want you to be mine, baby. Is that too much to ask?”

“You are my professor,” you voiced your fear. “What if someone finds out?”

“Not forever,” he kissed your forehead. “And no one will find out. Just one and a half more years, baby. Then we can be free and be ourselves. Give it a try, okay?”

You had nothing to lose.

“Okay.”

…

Little peeking and pecking kept going on between Jungkook and you. Small smiles and reassuring pats on the back were a new routine that the two of you followed.

There was no need for any extra classes anymore but it only felt right and it was the only way to spend some time without anyone interrupting or feeling highly alerted.

You were sitting on the chair, working through some practical problems on your own. Nothing was better than this. Sitting in your professor's office, studying peacefully, stealing some kisses and praises, and just existing together— no more existing alone.

Jungkook was leaning against the table next to you, running his fingers through your luscious locks. It was his newly found habit that he loved the most.

His fingers traced your forehead, moving along your temple down to your chin, he raised your head and looked deep into your eyes. His thumb grazed your lower lip. His eyes were taking in the softness of your lips.

Leaning down till your foreheads touched, he said, “Have I ever told you how fucking beautiful you are, Princess?”

“Like ten minutes ago,” you closed your eyes and took in the closeness.

“Really?” he gasped. “I should tell you that more often than that,” you giggled. Something in his chest warmed up. “You are the most perfect person I have seen, baby.”

“Yeah?” He hummed in answer. “But don't you think that other girls are perfect and I’m nothing in front of them? They have perfect features and perfect bodies. Their hair is always well-styled and their makeup is seamless. And their skin looks baby-soft all the time.”

It was odd to unfold your insecurities like this.

Jungkook inhaled, “look at me, baby,” he asked in the softest voice. When you opened your eyes and looked into his eyes, he began, “They are pretty and perfect. Just not for me. Everyone is pretty and perfect in their own little ways. And you, my darling, are the most perfect and breathtaking woman I've ever seen in my life. They are pretty in my eyes, but you are prettier. They might have the softest skin but I only want to caress your sweet cheeks. Their hairstyles take much effort, probably but yours are the ones that make my heart flutter. Everything you do is far better than them for me. So, never say that ever again. Of course, if you feel insecure, you tell me. I'll make sure to make you feel like the queen that you are. And if anyone touches you to tell you otherwise, they will be seeing a version of me that nobody asked.”

Your heart quivered. No one has ever made you feel the way Jungkook did. Older men like him always know how to be a gentleman. Nothing compares to him. You were sure that he was a cleaner version of Zade Meadows.

Something else has been bothering you. “Mr Jeon…”

“Yes, baby?” he caressed your cheek.

“I–I masturbate on live streams. Doesn't that bother you?” you looked everywhere but his eyes.

Jungkook straightened up and walked back to his seat and sat down. “Come here,” he patted his lap.

You stood up and shakily walked to him. His hands clutched your sides and made you sit on his lap, your legs on his either side and back against the table.

His hands rubbed your sides to calm your trembles. “Why do you ask that?”

“I don't know,” you whispered.

“You didn't go live since that day, baby. Why is that?” you rested your palms on his shoulders.

“I wasn't sure if you would like that, me going live after everything happened between us,” you hated to talk about this but it was necessary. And the sooner you talk about this, the better.

“Do you enjoy doing lives? Tell me honestly, okay?” he asked. His eyes held nothing but understanding. That made it easier for you. But you still took some time. Were you really into this whole ordeal? “Baby?” Jungkook shook you out of your head.

“I don't,” you blur out. Jungkook's eyebrows raised in half surprise and half question. “Well, not as much. I guess the more I did the more I became used to it. There are things I don't like about it. And if I had other options, I would have never gone this way.”

His hands moved to your back, and seeing your shiny eyes made his heart ache. He pulled you closer to his chest, your head resting in the crook of his neck. “Then why are you doing this, pretty? Why is there no other option?”

You inhaled his intoxicating scent before you began, “My father had a business. It had about two million worth of average turnover. It was going perfectly. My mother was a housewife. We were living a perfect little life like any other middle-class family. We had a two-story house in the city and two cars. Nothing else was needed. However, everything came crashing down one day…” Jungkook felt wet against his neck, it squeezed his heart but he kept listening as he rubbed your back.

“He was rushed to the hospital and we got a call. My father had a brain tumour. It was bad. It affected such parts of the brain that made his body non-functional. I was still a minor and wasn't aware of much. Things took a great turn and in a span of a few years, everything that my father built from scratch was gone.

His medical bills were amassing up. We had to sell everything. We sold one car. A year later from that incident, we sold our house,” you choked on your words. Your hands clutched Jungkook's shirt tightly in your fist. “We moved closer to the hospital but outside the city. It was a one-room apartment. It had no rooms. Just a space which had one kitchen and one door that led to the bathroom. Nothing else.

We lived there. My parents still live there. I worked hard every day to get a scholarship. I forgot what it was like to sleep or have fun. In that little space, three of us were… we were just there. Not really alive. But just three beating hearts. I passed my exam. I got the scholarship,” you took a deep shaky breath.

“I got into the University I always wanted. I maintained my grades so that I could change my and my parents’ lives. My professors there were impressed with my performance so they persuaded me to give my name in the student exchange program. I wasn't sure before but they said that it was only going to help me and make my resume look like a quote-unquote shining star

“Good things come with their own bitterness. Even if the fee was forgiven, I still had to reach here. We didn't have enough funds for that so we ended up selling our second car. I preferred to live off-campus. It wasn't the most sane idea but it was harder to be in a dorm.

“So when I came here, I found a job as a barista but that didn't pay any of my bills. And my parents needed money as well. My mother couldn't work because she needed to look after my father all the time. So, I took responsibility because they spent too much on me for me to come here. And I didn't want to be a burden.

“So the only option I was left with was live streaming. It pays my rent and the rest goes to my parents. For hospital bills and all. Nothing else earned me enough but this. So I had to do what I do now.”

It was a dead silence. Jungkook's hands on your back stopped moving somewhere in between. You wanted him to say something or at least run your back to comfort you. But when you raised your head and looked at his face, silent tears were running down his closed eyes. He was biting his lip so that no voice escaped him.

He wanted to comfort you by staying strong but it was harder than it was in his head.

“Jungkook,” you first time took his name. It made his heart flutter. He opened his eyes and just looked at you. You looked tired and it all made sense to him. You stayed away from everyone and closed yourself off just so you could work hard towards your goals and make something out of your life. To make a difference in the family and help them.

You took steps out of your liking and comfort zone just so your parents could have a little bit of ease on themselves. You were beyond perfect. You were more than an angel.

You were too good to be true.

He choked on his words, “I’m sorry, baby. I didn't mean to cry but I just can't help,” his last three words were almost inaudible.

Your heart clenched and fresh tears poured out of your eyes. Holding his face in your tiny hands, you wiped his tears and kissed the tip of his nose. “Thank you,” you whispered.

“For what, baby?” he sniffed.

“…just take it,” you kissed his cheek.

He smiled and pecked your glossy lips. “You know that I’m so proud of you, baby. And you just keep on making me prouder every single day. I admire your will and strength. There is nothing that can stop you from chasing your dreams, pretty girl. And I'll be right next to you to make sure that you have everything in the world you need to keep you happy. I'll take all of your tensions and work on them with you. You don't have to worry about anything. Let me know the bank details and I'll take care of your parents’ expenses from now on.”

“No,” you said. “I don't want you to do that at all. All I want from you is to be here. Let me take care of my parents, please. I don't wanna take anything from you. The only thing I want is you and nothing else,” you were aware of the blind money that this university paid to their A-listed professors and Jungkook happened to be one of them. But you weren't here for money but for him.

“I will be always here with you just like right now,” he whispered against your lips before joining them.

He bit your lip lightly making you gasp. The innocent kiss turned into a heated one. Taking the opportunity, he shoved his tongue inside your mouth. You let him explore your mouth as you did his. He sucked your lower lip and let it go.

Your jaw was littered with kisses and licks as he found his way to your neck. It took him two seconds to find your soft spot and sucked on it, making you hum. Your hands threaded through his hair and fisted them.

Your nails against his scalp made his cock twitch in his pants and it got harder the more you moaned. He looked into your eyes. “Baby, we need to stop before I do something else,” he warned you.

You whined, “No, please don't stop now,” you begged.

“But you are not fine right now,” he tried to reason.

“I won't be if you don't touch me! Make me forget everything but you, Mr Jeon! Make me feel free… Please fuck me!” you begged.

Something ticked inside him. His eyes went feral. The blood left his brain and rushed straight into his cock. He swiped everything from his table and dropped you on it. He hastily removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. He came closer and attached your forehead with his As he looked into your eyes.

In a low, deadly voice, I’m going to fuck you senseless, baby. I'll make sure we leave this campus with you in my arms and not on your feet.”

Jungkook removed his shirt and shortly his pants followed behind. He lets you take in his body. Your jaw slacked open. He had a murderous figure. His chest was big and his abs were defined. What made your pussy throb like a bitch was his right arm which was adorned with tattoos. You knew about the hand tattoos but you never knew about the arm. He was full of surprises.

His thighs were big and stiff. You knew it. Every time he made you sit on his lap, you knew they had their own glory and you wanted to ride it anytime.

It looked like God himself— no, the Devil himself carved this man. There was no way that God would create something this sinful.

“Like what you see, Princess?” if you knew his voice could go any deeper, you would have controlled yourself better. But you let out a loud moan just by hearing his voice while shamelessly looking at his body. The outline of his humongous cock didn't go unnoticed.

“Oh my God,” you shakily whispered.

Jungkook didn't wait any longer, his patience was already running low. His fingers played with the hem of your blouse, waiting for you to give him the green light.

It took a shy smile and a nod from you for him to go wild. He removed your shirt and captured your lips between his. Your tongues fought for dominance.

The bra was next to go. Your sensitive nipples hardened as the cool air touched them.

Then his eyes fell on that little tattoo that made him untamed. That little peach above your hip teased him. “That is going to kill me someday, baby,” he grunted.

Jungkook cupped your tits and kissed his way to them. He pushed you down on the table and lapped on your left nipple. His left hand cupped your other tit and his right hand fondled with your pants button.

He opened it and slid his hand in your panties. His fingers touched your leaking pussy and slid lower to your hole. He brought his wet fingers to your clit and rubbed it slowly making you moan out his name.

He chuckled darkly, “Look at you, all wet for me,” he teasingly bit your nipple as his eyes were fixed on your face. He loved how your face scrunched up with pleasure.

He took the other nipple in his mouth and repeated the assault on them. Slowly, he kissed down your sternum. His warm lips hovered above your tattoo and then he kissed it. You thrashed under him as he kept licking and sucking the spot. He was satisfied when the pastel colours of your tattoo had a deep red and purple hue around it.

He waited for this, to see your face while the tremors of pleasure ran through your body. None of your lives could compete with the real thing that you had. And Jungkook worshipped it.

He pinched your clit and made your back arch, pushing your breast more into his hungry mouth. He loved how your body reacted to his touches. And the forbidden nature of the relationship made him hornier.

It was so wrong yet so right.

“This needs to go, baby,” he rasped. His hands impatiently removed your pants along with your panties. “Fuck,” he grunted.

No, seriously… the real thing could never match the screen.

Jungkook took a seat and pulled you closer by your legs. He dropped your legs on his shoulder, kissing his way up to your pussy. Your legs trembled around his head as he got closer.

Supporting yourself up with your elbows, you looked into his mischievous eyes. You had never seen such a look in his eyes. Your heart felt glad that it was that way. Not in a million years, you wanted him to give this look to someone else.

He teased your pussy by giving light kisses on your folds. But he gave in as you started to whine. The moment you felt his hot lips pressed onto your pussy, your eyes rolled back as you fell back. His lips wrapped around your throbbing clit and sucked it.

Your nails scratched the wooden table as his tongue played with you. He lapped your dripping hole and moaned as your sweet taste coated his mouth.

The vibrations of his moans made your legs wrap around his head harder but he slapped them away. “Be a good little kitten for me, baby.”

“Please,” you moaned.

“Please what?” he bit your clit.

“Please, sir.”

“Oh, fuck!” he grunted as he found out his new kink. His cock got harder, which surprised him. “What do you want, Princess? Tell me, baby. Tell your professor what your needy cunt wants.”

Another wave of sinful shocks travelled your belly as he talked dirty making you cry out in bliss, “Your fingers! Please, sir!”

He smirked at you and licked your clit just as he pushed two of his fingers in your cunt. Your brows scrunched up and your mouth fell open.

His long, thick fingers filled you up. They moved along with the rhythm of his tongue and did come hither motion, teasing your g-spot.

His fingers picked up the pace and fucked you. He could feel your climax coming closer as your pussy throbbed around his fingers. He didn't stop and soon enough, your back arched, your mouth opened in a silent scream, and came all over his fingers.

Jungkook almost came in his boxers when your needy cunt squirted all over him. He didn't stop sucking on your clit and plunged his fingers until he got everything you had for him.

He removed his fingers and looked into your eyes as he licked his fingers clean. He bent over you with his arms next to your head, “You taste so fucking sweet, Princess. So fucking pretty.”

You pulled him in and smashed your lips against his lips and tasted yourself. “You know, that day on live, it was my first time squirting and I was thinking about you doing exactly this.”

“Baby, you are going to fucking kill me,” he said as he cock twitched and begged to be released. He made a quick move in discarding his boxers and freed his cock as it smacked against your pussy.

You pulled apart and looked down at his angry, throbbing cock. Your eyes bulged out at the length and the girth of it. His cock was bigger and fatter than any of your little toys. You weren't sure if he was going to fit.

“I don't think that will fit in,” you whispered, still glancing at his monstrosity.

He chuckled darkly and pecked your lips, “Baby, my dick was made to serve your pretty little cunt,” he hummed in your ear as his hand slid his cock on your slit, making it slicker with your cum. “So, your cunt will take,” he aligned his cock with your hole, “this,” he pushed his angry head in, “fucking,” your eyes rolled as his cock practically ripped your insides, “dick,” he shoved it to the hilt.

His breath came out in pants. He kissed your lips as you got used to his size. “So fucking warm and tight,” he mumbled against your lips. “It’s all mine… all mine.”

“More,” you gasped. “Fuck me like I’m your slut!”

Jungkook smirked as his cock twitched in your cunt. He slowly pulled out a few inches and shoved his cock back, making you moan. His veiny cock rubbed your walls perfectly and the curve of his cock made his hot head caress your G-spot.

It was an overwhelming feeling but in a good way.

Slowly he picked up his pace and fucked you. His right hand went between your body and rubbed your clit. “Oh my God!” you moaned.

He looked between your bodies where you were sucking him in. His cock twitched seeing how your pussy was all spread open around his cock. The velvety warm walls of your cunt made it harder for him to stay sane. He was trembling just like you.

“So perfect for me, baby. So perfect,” he whispered as he kissed your neck. “I’m gonna fuck you do good. I'm gonna fuck my pretty little slut so good that she forgets everything but me.”

“Jungkook!” your moan turned into a gasp when you felt a sting on your ass cheek. Jungkook rubbed the area where he had just spanked you. He looked you in the eye with a murderous glare. He stopped his thrusts.

“What do you say, slut?” he growled. “I think you are asking for a punishment. Hm?” you screamed when his heavy hand landed on your sensitive clit.

“I’m sorry, sir,” you whimpered as another hard blow landed on your other asscheek. Your pussy clenched around his cock. He loved it. He loved how you took everything he gave you. Such a pretty little slut for him.

“You like being spanked, don't you?” His thrusts were slow and hard. Your tits jiggled with each stroke. “Look at you, your cunt is practically suffocating me.”

You cried, “Please, sir. I'll be a good girl. Please, harder.”

He leaned in, shoved his tongue down your throat and pushed your legs up. He picked up an animalistic pace and fucked you to oblivion. The sound of skin slapping got louder. His balls slapped your ass.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered.

Like an obedient little slut, you opened your mouth and slipped your tongue out. He collected the spit in his mouth and spat on your tongue. “Swallow,” he moaned as you clenched so badly around his shaft. You swallowed his spit and showed him your mouth. “Good Girl.”

He wrapped his free hand around your neck and squeezed it just enough for you to breathe properly but tight enough to make your pussy throb like a bitch.

“Such a perfect little slut for me,” he grunted. “So fucking kinky and dirty. Just as I love it,” he pinched your clit.

“Only for you!” you gasped.

“Yes, baby. Only for me. I'm never gonna let you go. Do whatever you want, pretty. Do as many lives as you want but only I can touch and fuck this pussy. Only mine,” he bit your lips.

Jungkook could feel you throb around his cock, telling him that you were close. “So close,” you whimpered against his mouth.

“Cum, Princess. Cum for Daddy,” your legs trembled and your back arched as let you cum all over his cock and helped your ride through it.

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod,” you screamed.

Jungkook held your legs and fucked you ruthlessly as he chased his own high. He could feel your cum coating his cock. His head felt light as he finally came inside your pussy.

His hot cum filled your pussy to the brim. You felt a small wave of orgasm hit you as he came.

He panted and hugged you closer. His head rested on your chest and listened to your running heartbeat. He loved it. He loved feeling you all naked on his desk. Your hands found their home in his hair as they caressed his scalp. “Baby, are you alright?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you panted. You took in the closeness and appreciated every moment with him.

After a moment, Jungkook pulled and looked at your pussy leaking your and his mixed cum. If it were someone else, the thought would never have crossed his mind but looking at your pussy, he wanted to eat it clean. It looked so delicious and creamy. It was as if she was inviting him and taunting him. He needed to eat you.

So he did that.

He sat on his chair and pulled you closer to him and without a warning, he licked your sensitive pussy from your hole to the clit.

You whimpered as he overstimulated your pussy. “Too sensitive.”

“Give me one more, Baby. Just one more. I know you can,” he said and shoved his tongue into your hot cunt and ate till you came on his tongue once again.

You were a trembling mess. You could still feel his cock in your stomach as he got up to clean you. When he gently wiped your pussy with a wet tissue, you flinched but he rubbed his free hand on your side, down to your leg, soothing you and getting you through this.

You looked at his face which was glowing and had an admirable smile on his pretty face. His cheeks and ears were red. He looked at you with stars in his eyes and felt like crying.

Nobody had ever looked at you the way he did. But again, nobody was Jungkook but him.

“Let's go to my place, yeah? I don't want to leave without you. I need you to be closer to me. We can cuddle, watch movies, have dinner, and do anything you want, okay?” he said as he cleaned his softening cock and got dressed up.

You thought for a moment, “Okay…” you didn't want to be alone either. You craved his touch and warmth. This was your first time, it only made you want him more.

“Let's get you dressed up as well,” he smiled.

Jungkook held your hands and helped you off the table but your trembling legs gave up. He caught you and hugged you against his chest. You looked up with your mouth open as you felt sore. He gave you a knowing smirk.

To say the least, he ended up carrying you out of the university to his car.

…

“Oh my God!” you sulked in the corner of the couch as you curled into a ball. “Someone could have walked in!”

It was amusing for Jungkook to watch you just realize that you two had sex in his office at the University. He wondered how only now you registered it and not before while he was buried in your pussy.

“I had my door locked, sweety. Don't worry,” he chuckled as stood by the dining table, mixing the chocolate cake batter.

“Some could have knocked or worse,” you looked up at him with eyes wide open and your expression morphed into horror, “heard us!”

He left the bowl on the dining table and sat beside you, pulling you on his lap. He cupped your pouting face and kissed your lips softly. “Nothing happened, right? So don't worry, my love. Come help me bake the cake and then we will have dinner.”

You hummed and pecked his lips. “Okay, Mr Jeon.”

“Jungkook. It's Jungkook for you, Princess… or Daddy. The choice is yours,” he winked, making you laugh.

Later that night, Jungkook kissed every inch of you. He started from your forehead to your toes. He loved the idea of having you in his bed. He lent you his shirt that was too big for your frame. You wore nothing else under that shirt. He fanboyed over you and worshipped you.

“You look effortlessly beautiful,” he mumbled as he kissed your jaw. “You have me wrapped around your pinky finger in just a couple of weeks, hm.”

You giggled as you rubbed your hand along his tattooed arm. “I never knew you had tattoos.”

Jungkook laid beside you and in his arms and looked at his right arm. “I never show them in the University. When I had recently joined, everyone used to stare. It was a distraction so I started wearing full sleeves.”

“Of course, they will be distracted. And now I will, too! Now whenever I'm going to see you, I will see what's beneath your clothes,” you said.

Jungkook smirked, “Yeah? You will imagine me naked in the class now?” he teased. “I’m your Professor, Princess. Have some shame.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Where was your shame when you ripped my pussy with that sinful thing you call your dick?”

His chest rumbled with a laugh, making you smile. “Touché… I can't really complain, can I? I'll be seeing you naked, too,” he kissed your lips tenderly. “You fucked me up, Princess. I thought it was just lust for MissPeach but fuck, I would be lying if I didn't say I feel more than that and feel like protecting you from everything… Thank you for giving me a chance, love. I'll make sure that you are happy from now on. I'll take care of you from now on.”

“But—”

“Shh,” his finger on your lips shut you up. “I know that it is too soon but please move in here with me, yeah? You don't have to worry about the rent, I own this place. I don't feel good about letting you live alone. It is too soon but you can try, please. As I said before, you can stream as much as you want and support your parents. But let me take care of you. It hurts me to see you tired and not taken care of. So, let me do it. And if someone suspects something. Just say that I rent you a room in the apartment and if they still have any issues, bring them to me and don't hide if someone is rude to my pretty girl, okay?”

“I don't deserve your kindness, Jungkook,” you smiled with watery eyes. “But I'll be selfish for once and take it.”

He smiled and kissed you again. “That's my good girl,” he whispered and turned you around.

Your back was plastered with his warm chest. His arm circled your body and his hand pathed its way between your legs. He cupped your pussy and shoved his two fingers in. His other hand slid under your shirt and groped your breast.

You gasped, “what…?”

Jungkook kissed your shoulder, “you will sleep better. And I get to be closer to you,” he whispered. “Now sleep, Princess.”

You bit your lip and melted in his chest. Your insides exploded with giddiness. It did indeed feel good to have his fingers in your pussy as you fell asleep.

It was the best night ever.

“You deserve all the kindness in the world, Baby.”

…

Epilogue.

12 years later.

The heel of your red bottoms tapped on the floor as you walked down the corridor and you reached your apartment door.

You weren't supposed to go but there was an emergency at the hospital where you were an Oncologist. Luckily, everything was under control and you got to leave sooner. But it was still late.

You entered the passcode and opened the door. However, you were left surprised.

The lights were off but the living room was blooming with candle lights. The floor was covered with roses. There was a lingering scent of your favourite candle along with the mouth-watering aroma of the food.

You walked in and saw Jungkook standing in the middle of the living room. His face was glowing with a perfect toothy smile. “Happy 10th anniversary, Princess.”

You dropped your bag and ran into his arms. He chuckled as you jumped on him. He caught you, spinning you around. Yours and his giggles filled the happy place.

“Happy anniversary to you too, love,” you whispered in his ear. “You didn't have to do any of this.”

“But I wanted to,” he smiled. “Did I tell you that you are gorgeous?”

“About billions of times,” you giggled.

“Ah, still not enough,” he kissed your lips with passion. “I need to tell you that even more.”

“You will go crazy,” you cupped his face.

“I went crazy the day I actually looked at you, Baby,” his nose touched yours. “I love being crazy for you. I love being crazy in love with you. The day you let me have you was the day you made me go insane. I still cry thinking about how the fuck I got so lucky to have you. You are so intelligent, smart, and strong. You did everything for your parents and I don't know how I got you but it's all I ever wanted. Being in love with you makes me realize how addicting you are. All I want is you for me to settle my cravings.

A shy smile tugged at your lips as your eyes watered. “I love you so much, Jungkook. I have no words for it.”

“I see it, Love. I know it,” he hugged you tightly. “Come on, dinner is getting cold.”

In these years, you have come so far. You were no longer a streamer but a well-known Oncologist.

You worked hard towards your dreams and Jungkook stood by your side and supported you. You had nothing to worry about because he was there. Everything fell into one place.

Your father got operated on. Things turned out to be better. He was recovering. But he was fine. When you were settled enough, you asked them to come here. They did. It was the best feeling ever.

Through physical therapy, your father was able to move his body and showed a huge difference in a small amount of time. However, he was still suggested to keep the wheelchair around outside. He was weaker but better.

They were living at the apartment where you lived with Jungkook in University. Along with them, Jungkook’s parents moved into that apartment to help them around. It was fun to have them around, all four of them. They formed a perfect bond in a blink of an eye.

You both bought a new apartment when you found out about your pregnancy four years ago. Jungkook was over the moon and stuck by you like a monkey. He took care of you and the baby.

Two years later you gave birth to another baby. It was a complete family and nothing else was needed.

Jungkook always wanted two kids, a girl and a boy. Now that you had them, he was satisfied with his life. He bragged about you and the babies to everyone. Even at University, he would show baby videos to all of his colleagues.

He proposed to you for marriage right after you completed your degree. He was excited to make you his. He spent hours planning for the wedding that you both wanted.

Everybody teased you about how crazy he was for you.

In the beginning, everyone was disgusted and unaccepting of your relationship. However, everything settled when they saw how genuine you two were. It was as if you two couldn't breathe without each other.

When you became a Doctor, Jungkook cried happy tears and told you how proud he was and that he knew you were going to do big things in life.

That night he showed you so much love.

“Where are Seol and Jae?” you asked about your kids.

“I dropped them at our parents’. I wanted to have you all by myself. In the end, it is our anniversary,” he winked at you with a devilish look on his face.

“Is that so?” you smirked.

“After dinner, be a good girl and go into our room… naked and ass up for me,” his hand grabbed your ass and squeezed it as you looked at him with a slutty look.

“Yes, sir.”

…..

Taglist:

@veneziamadness @cheline @sansmilkbread @jayb17 @constantlydelulusional @8tinytings @tea4sykes @chimmisbae

Have a nice day/night💓

[visimaster]

Horizontal Visigauge Manufacturer in pune | India

The brand most closely linked with horizontal vision production in all of India is Visimaster (also known as Horizontal Visigauge Manufacturer). Their specialty is the manufacture of instruments for visual examination. To assist in the development of more precise vision inspection devices, each department has specialized teams.

[jifloulette]

reo brainrot is plaguing my mind so here's some short bf hcs !!!!!

note ; oh my god this was rotting in my drafts since NOVEMBER. finally got the energy to finish the last one my gosh..

bf reo mikage whose mood completely depends on yours !

his classmates find it silly how you could be sitting on your chair feeling down because of a low test score you got and reo would be there beside you, seemingly sad too, but because of what?? he got an A+ on the same test after all..? his family finds it relieving to see reo smiling beamingly whenever you're smiling, you wouldn't even be smiling directly at him yet he'd still look gleeful! his teammates find it weird how reo could be mad at them, yelling and yelling, shouting and shouting, reminding them to play properly and get their act together and then you come in unannounced with a box of cookies and that same smile reo adores, suddenly his eyes light up and he's squealing when you come closer to him as if he just didn't swear the living shit out of his teammates. if reo could do cartwheels and frontflips, he would've done those on the way to you because he is just so madly in love with youuuuu!!!!

bf reo mikage who absolutely loves hearing go on and on and on about your day !

he especially loves it more when you're spilling tea about people from your class. i mean yeah he knows it's bad but he can't help it? the way you're so focused on telling him an almost 3 minute gossip about this one girl in your history class is all he needs to just lay there on bed with you as he caresses your hair. those moments seldom happen, it usually has you having him lay on your chest while you talk about the funny incident at math class where your teacher forgot about the quiz that was supposed to be taken today and how you got 2 drinks from the vending machine instead of one because you had stumbled over air and hit the machine harshly which caused another drink to fall down. oh and he sees your eyes glimmer up and how you almost always run out of breath because you just have so much to tell him! even if he's always clinging to you either by interlocking arms or grabbing your waist, you'll always have some stories to ramble that even he doesn't know off!

bf reo mikage who impulsively buys anything he sees in stores that remind you of him !

it's a bad habit of his but is it really that bad when he gets to feel you embrace him when he shows you the new matching keychains he bought the two of you? though you tend to scold him for spoiling you rotten, nothing will ever stop him from buying you gifts and trinkets because that's his love language! passing by popmart and sees the mofusand hippers? automatically buys FIVE because he thought they looked like you whenever you were zoning out which is a telltale sign that you badly needed reo to give you a piggyback ride home, not that he minded it though. he's scrolling through facebook and an ad for a jacket pops up? he's already buying two versions, one for you and one for him so that you guys can match! reo def gets offended when you ask him how much they cost and that you'll pay him back because he is your BOYFRIENDDD, he will buy those gifts with NO intention of getting something back.

bf reo mikage who lets you do all sorts of hairstyles on him !

he will also proudly show it off when you guys are at school too, he could care less about what other people think because why would he? his s/o did that hairstyle for him so why should he be ashamed? you would see a cute hairstyle post whilst scrolling through Tiktok and wanted to try it out, but before doing it on you, what better way to see if it was cute by trying it out on your boyfriend? reo wouldn't even try to say no because he wouldn't mind it at all, plus it was a good way to spend time with you. you would let him hold your phone as you try to follow the steps in the video as quickly yet properly as you can. after a few mistakes and redos, you had finished the look and dare you say, it may fit him better than you.. reo looked really good even though the hairstyle was a bit on the feminine side. he'd keep it on for the entire day, not caring or doing anything when the teachers tell him to take it off (rich boy privileges LMAO) oh and later on, you'd also put pins and hairclips on him too! the ones that matched his hair and eyes! this would also be a frequent sleepover activity the two of you do, reo would set up a space in his room dedicated to THIS specific thing!!!

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[aditinavalgund]

Advantages of Grading and Sorting of Fruits and Vegetables

Introduction:

In the field of agriculture, the journey from farm to table involves numerous steps, each crucial in maintaining the quality and freshness of produce. One such important process is grading and sorting of fruits and vegetables. While it might seems like a mundane task, this stage plays a significant role in ensuring that only the finest produce reaches consumers. Let's delve deeper into the advantages of grading and sorting in the agricultural industry.

1.Quality Assurance:

Grading and sorting allow for the immense examination of fruits and vegetables based on various parameters such as size, shape, color, ripeness, and defects. By separating produce into different grades based on these criteria, farmers and distributors can ensure that only the highest quality items are selected for sale and priced according to their quality.

2.Uniformity:

Consistency in appearance is essential, especially in commercial settings such as supermarkets and restaurants. Grading and sorting enable the standardization of produce, ensuring uniformity in size, color, and overall appearance. Uniform fruits and vegetables not only look more appealing but also facilitate easier packaging, storage, and transportation.

3.Reduced Waste:

One of the significant advantages of grading and sorting is the ability to identify and separate damaged or defective items. By removing such produce from the supply chain early on, wastage is minimized. Additionally, sorting enables farmers to allocate different grades for various purposes, diverting lower-grade produce towards processing or alternative markets, thus reducing overall waste.

4.Enhanced Efficiency:

Grading and sorting processes can be mechanized, leading to increased efficiency and productivity. Automated sorting systems utilize advanced technologies such as computer vision and machine learning to classify fruits and vegetables rapidly and accurately. This automation not only speeds up the process but also reduces labor costs and human error.

5.Improved Shelf Life:

Uniform produce tends to ripen at a more consistent rate, reducing the likelihood of premature spoilage. This not only benefits consumers by ensuring fresher produce but also reduces losses for farmers and distributors.

Conclusion:

Grading and sorting of fruits and vegetables are integral processes that contribute to maintaining quality, efficiency, and marketability throughout the supply chain. By investing in these practices, farmers and distributors can ensure that their produce meets consumer expectations, reduces waste, and remains competitive in the market. As technology continues to advance, the future of grading and sorting holds even greater promise, with innovations aimed at further optimizing these processes for the benefit of all stakeholders involved.

[hannahciara]

How Electric Coin Sorters Streamline Cash Handling for Businesses

Managing large volumes of coins can be time-consuming and error-prone for businesses like retailers, vending operators, casinos, and banks. Investing in an electric coin sorter can significantly enhance efficiency, reduce errors, and save valuable time. Here’s why upgrading to an automatic coin sorter is a smart move for cash-heavy businesses.

1. Faster and More Accurate Coin Sorting

Manually counting and sorting coins increases the risk of human error. An electric coin sorter automatically separates, counts, and stacks coins with high-speed precision, ensuring accurate calculations. Businesses that handle cash daily, such as banks and casinos, benefit from high-speed coin sorter technology that processes thousands of coins in minutes.

2. Reduced Labor Costs and Increased Efficiency

With an automatic coin sorter, employees spend less time on tedious counting tasks, allowing them to focus on customer service and business operations. Retailers and vending operators using a coin sorting machine can optimize their cash handling, reducing the need for manual reconciliation.

3. Secure and Error-Free Transactions

Financial institutions, including banks, require precise cash management. A coin sorting machine minimizes discrepancies, ensuring every transaction is accurate. Lynde Ordway’s electric coin sorter models come with advanced features like counterfeit detection and digital displays, making them a reliable choice for secure transactions.

4. Compact and Easy to Use

Modern coin sorters are designed to be user-friendly and compact, making them ideal for small businesses as well. Whether in a retail store or vending business, these machines offer plug-and-play functionality, requiring minimal training for employees.

5. Long-Term Cost Savings

Investing in a high-quality coin sorting machine reduces coin-handling costs over time. By eliminating manual errors and improving efficiency, businesses can prevent revenue loss due to miscalculations and optimize cash flow management.

Final Thoughts

For businesses dealing with large amounts of coins daily, an electric coin sorter is a game-changer. Whether you're running a casino, bank, vending operation, or retail store, adopting a high-speed coin sorter ensures accuracy, efficiency, and long-term savings.

Looking for a reliable coin sorter? Explore Lynde Ordway’s range of automatic coin sorters designed to handle high cash volumes with ease!

[fuckyeahisawthat]

There are so many places in the Villeneuve Dune adaptations where he just...takes all the narrative pieces that Frank Herbert laid out and subtly rearranges them into something that tells the story better--that creates dramatic tension where you need it, communicates the themes and message of the book more clearly, or corrects something in the text that contradicts or undermines what Herbert said he was trying to say.

The fedaykin are probably my favorite example of this. I just re-read a little part of the book and got smacked in the face with how different they are.

(under the cut for book spoilers and length)

The fedaykin in the book are Paul's personal followers, sort of his personal guard. They show up after his legend has already started growing (the word doesn't appear in the book until chapter 40) and they are people who have specifically dedicated themselves to fighting for him, and right from the moment they're introduced there is a kind of implied fanaticism to their militancy that's a bit uncomfortable to read. They're the most ardent believers in Paul's messianic status and willing to die for him. (They are also, as far as you can tell from the text, all men.)

In the book, as far as I can remember (I could be forgetting some small detail but I don't think so) there is no mention of armed resistance to colonialism on Arrakis before Paul shows up. As far as we know, he created it. ETA: Okay I actually went back and checked on this and while we hear about the Fremen being "a thorn in the side" of the Harkonnens and we know that they are good fighters, we don't see anything other than possibly one bit of industrial sabotage. The book is very clear that the organized military force we see in the second half was armed and trained by Paul. This is exacerbated by the two-year time jump in the book, which means we never see how Paul goes from being a newly deposed ex-colonial overlord running for his life to someone who has his own private militia of people ready to give their lives for him.

The movie completely flips all these dynamics on their head in ways that add up to a radical change in meaning.

The fedaykin in the movie are an already-existing guerrilla resistance movement on Arrakis that formed long before Paul showed up. Literally the first thing we learn about the Fremen, less that two minutes into the first movie, is that they are fighting back against the colonization and exploitation of their home and have been for decades.

The movie fedaykin also start out being the most skeptical of the prophecy about Paul, which is a great choice from both a political and a character standpoint. Of course they're skeptical. If you're part of a small guerrilla force repeatedly going up against a much bigger and stronger imperial army...you have to believe in your own agency. You have to believe that it is possible to win, and that this tiny little chip in the armor of a giant terrifying military machine that you are making right now will make a difference in the end. These are the people who are directly on the front lines of resisting oppression. They are doing it with their own sweat, blood and ingenuity, and they are not about to wait around for some messiah who may never come.

From a character standpoint, this is really the best possible environment you could put Paul Atreides in if you want to keep him humble. He doesn't get any automatic respect handed to him due to title or birthright or religious belief. He has to prove himself--not as any kind of savior but as a good fighter and a reliable member of a collective political project. And he does. This is an environment that really draws out his best qualities. He's a skilled fighter; he's brave (sometimes recklessly so); he's intensely loyal to and protective of people he cares about. He is not too proud to learn from others and work hard in an egalitarian environment where he gets no special treatment or extra glory. The longer he spends with the fedaykin the more his allegiance shifts from Atreides to Fremen, and the more skeptical he himself becomes about the prophecy. This sets up the conflict with Jessica, which comes to a head before she leaves for the south. And his political sincerity--that he genuinely comes to believe that these people deserve liberation from all colonial forces and his only role should be to help where he can--is what makes the tragedy work. Because in the end we know he will betray all these values and become the exact thing he said he didn't want to be.

There's another layer of meaning to all this that I don't know if the filmmakers were even aware of. ETA: rescinding my doubt cause based on some of Villeneuve's other projects I'm pretty sure he could work it out. Given the time period (1960s) and Herbert's propensity for using Arabic or Arabic-inspired words for aspects of Fremen culture, it seems very likely that the made-up word fedaykin was taken from fedayeen, a real Arabic word that was frequently used untranslated in American news media at the time, usually to refer to Palestinian armed resistance groups.

Fedayeen is usually translated into English as fighter, guerrilla, militant or something similar. The translation of fedaykin that Herbert provides in Dune is "death commando"...which is a whole bucket of yikes in my opinion, but it's not entirely absurd if we're assuming that this fake word and the real word fedayeen function in the same way. A more literal translation of fedayeen is "self-sacrificer," as in willing, intentional self-sacrifice for a political cause, up to and including sacrificing your life.

If you apply this logic to Dune, it means that Villeneuve has actually shifted the meaning of this word in-universe, from fighters who are willing to sacrifice themselves for Paul to fighters who are willing to sacrifice themselves for their people. And the fedaykin are no longer a group created for Paul but a group that Paul counts himself as part of, one member among equals. Which is just WILDLY different from what's in the book. And so much better in my opinion.

[garciaasfluffypen]

comfort me please (it's all i need)

pairing: jemily x reader word count: 1.9k warnings: sub drop, reader feels unappreciated for a bit (not the whole time i promise), this could be classified as reader having a small crash out if you squint

you were tired. you were tired, the first one home, the apartment was messy and you were tired. logically, the apartment was as clean as it could have been after being called in during an impromptu girls night. but there was stuff strewn everywhere and it was bothering your brain. you hated when your brain made you feel like everything was messy and nothing was perfect. there were ways for you to cope with it, yes, but sometimes they didn’t work and you started to feel like only you were the one doing everything. 

which is how you currently felt. 

emily and jj stayed behind to finish the last of the paperwork, leaving tara to drop you off at home since you didn’t want to wait. she had offered to come inside with you but you had declined, just wanting to go and curl up in bed. what you didn’t expect was for your brain to automatically be repulsed at the state of the living room as it proudly showed off the remnants of saturday night. with an annoyed sigh, you dropped your go bag in the front hall, giving yourself approximately one minute to throw a small temper tantrum before you went to the front closet where you kept all the cleaning supplies. you zoomed around the apartment, leaving trash bags in your wake as the cleaning commenced. in the midst of emptying the dishwasher you realized you were thirsty and that there was old leftovers in the fridge so of course that had to be emptied. and just as you suspected… they were emily’s leftovers. with an angry sigh, you threw them in the garbage and continued your cleaning spree. 

meanwhile, emily and jj had pulled into the parking lot and were making their way up the drive, watching you pacing around through the window. emily had to hold back a chuckle at how animated you were being, flailing your arms around and screaming to the man on the tv who was playing some sort of horror game. emily and jj both jumped at the metal puppet looking thing that popped up on the screen, which you didn’t react to at all.

emily and jj stood in the foyer as you angrily paced to the closet, barely registering the two of them standing there in your… whatever was happening. they hadn’t seen you like this ever, and it was concerning to them. that’s how you felt? they shared a look as you walked by them again with the little green machine that you had gotten for christmas in your hand, placing it down and throwing the power cord in the direction of one of the many outlets. mumbling to yourself, you got down on your hands and knees to assess the damage, still unaware that your girlfriends were watching you pace around the apartment like a mad person. you walked over to the kitchen to grab the carpet cleaner, crouching down under the sink. emily and jj shared another look, trying to figure out if they should interrupt your tangent or not. 

jj squeezed emily’s hand, grabbing your go bag as well as her’s and emily’s, quietly slipping into the laundry room as emily continued to watch you. there were a few options that ran through her head about what she could do, and none of them were ideal. all of them ended with you freaking out because your routine was messed up and considering it was late at night, you would probably end up breaking down. you had gone a while without having a break down, but emily knew your meds had to have worn off by now and there was no way she would be able to get through to you without causing a catastrophic reaction due to the way you felt. you had been cleaning since you had gotten home, and the tracking app the three of you shared stated that you got home around 1am. you had to have been tired, considering the team had been up since 6am the morning prior. if jj squinted, she could see the tiredness in your eyes. she didn’t want you to, but she had a feeling if they didn’t stop you that you would ultimately end up pulling an all nighter.

finally, emily sighed and cleared her throat. 

“holy fuck-!” you jumped, dropping the spout of the green machine. “how long have you- how much of that did you see?” 

“enough to know you’re upset. lovey, you could have told us you felt like that.” 

you shook your head. “no.” 

“you need to communicate with us” jj piped in. “we can’t help you if you don’t talk to us.” 

“no.” you stared back at them, hints of your brat side starting to show in the flecks of your eyes. you moved past emily, putting the little green machine back in the closet. “i’m not done cleaning.” 

you walked back past your girlfriends, heading to grab the trash bag on the coffee table. jj and emily watched as you stumbled a bit, pausing a second before continuing to clean. doing some math, jj realized that it had been almost two days since you had taken your adhd meds. of course, the adhd rage was kicking in at one of the worst times possible- when you were tired. from what jj remembered, it was harder for you to regulate your emotions when you were tired and it typically left you drained more often than not. you were pushing yourself, it was obvious to her. emily kept an eye on you as you started to loose your steam, waiting for a break to say something.

“it’s almost four in the morning.”

“‘m not tired. i just need to sit for a second.” 

“you need to sleep.” 

“i’ll sleep when i’m done.”

you blinked a couple times, realizing how tired you actually were. the trash bag you were holding slipped from your hands as you fell onto the couch, the fatigue and events of the past week catching up to you. you rubbed at your eyes, forcing the tired feeling back as you pushed yourself up, holding onto the arm of the couch before you continued to pick up the trash. 

“my love-”

“i’m fine!” you snapped, staring at them. “everything’s fine. go to bed. i’ll come when i’m done. the living room needs to be clean. nobody took care of it so i’m taking care of it, it’s fine. just go to bed.”

“darling.” you locked eyes with jj, the look in her eyes the only thing you could focus on. “eyes on me. the living room is clean. give me the bag, we’re going to bed.”

within seconds emily realized what was happening as you started to bend to jj’s will, and it hit her. you had been going for so long, taking care of those around you that you hadn’t had time to care for yourself. between almost back to back cases, date nights with them and spending time with your brothers, you barely had any time to yourself. you hadn’t been able to sit back, relax and turn everything off. you were burning out. 

jj realized this at the exact same time as she pulled you into her arms, rubbing a hand up and down your back in a comforting manner. you wrapped yourself around jj’s midsection, clinging to her as your sub drop became more and more noticeable to your girlfriends. this wasn’t the first time they had witnessed one per se, but it was the first one they’ve witnessed in the absence of sex. you let the tiredness take over as she caressed you, your head falling into the crook of her neck as the tears that sometimes happened when you pushed yourself too far started to fall. 

“shh, darling it’s okay. we’ll get you to bed, come on.”

“shower?”

“when you wake up, okay?” jj ran a hand through your hair. “you’ve been up for almost two days. we need to get you to bed baby.”  

“‘m dirty. feel my hands.” 

it took jj a second to realize what you were saying. “you can feel your hands?” you nodded. “lets get you to the bathroom then, come on baby.” 

jj picked you up with ease and led you into the bathroom, emily following close behind as she went into the bedroom to get everything ready. jj went to put you down, but you were holding on to her so tight that it was practically impossible for her to set you down. she grabbed a washcloth instead, leaning so you were hovering above the counter in case you decided to let go. you sniffled a bit as she started to move the washcloth across your face, wiping off the makeup that had run down your face. you leaned into her touch, your arms slowly dropping as she continued to wipe you off with the washcloth. your eyes slowly fluttered as you attempted to keep them open, the tenderness of the situation on top of your tiredness truly taking a toll on you. 

you weren’t used to people taking care of you in this capacity. it had been so long since you had been cared for in a way that wasn’t people using you just because it was fun. you weren’t sure what exactly was happening in your brain, but you knew you felt loved and safe. something a partner hasn’t made you feel in a long time. you vaguely heard the door open and someone slip into the room, but you were too tired to try and figure out who was there. 

emily walked over to you two, rubbing a hand up and down your back as she whispered to jj. 

“i just talked to hotch, he said only one of us has to come in tomorrow so one of us can stay here with y/n. he’s the only other person to my knowledge who’s ever seen them like this.”

“not even garcia?”

“no.” emily shook her head. “from what he told me, they work really hard to make sure nobody on the team sees them like this. its why they get more time off than the rest of us.”

“reasonable accommodations.” jj nodded in understanding. “okay we got to get them to bed.”

“everything is ready, i have their pajamas here.” 

emily helped jj maneuver you so they could get your jammies on, switching you over to emily’s arms so jj could go get you some water and your morning medication. emily pulled you into bed with her, wrapping her arms around you as you snuggled into her. 

“fank you.” 

“for what, baby?” emily looked down at you as she scratched your back, resting her chin on top of your head.

“takin’ care of me.” you shuffled closer to emily. “lotsa… don’t wanna.” 

“you want to be told what to do sometimes,” emily started. “you haven’t had people who understood that like jay and i do.” 

your head turned as much as it could in your half asleep state to face emily. “i jus.. wanna be cared for.” 

“and we care for you, so much.” 

“more than that.” you mumbled. 

“then what do you want?”

“i dunno.” you curled into emily’s chest. “‘m sleepy.”

“go to sleep, lovey. we’ll be here for you in the morning.” 

“mm okay emmy. i love you.” 

emily blinked a few times as she registered what you said to her, watching you as you finally fell asleep. she’d definitely have to unpack this.

tomorrow. 

it was definitely a tomorrow problem.

taglist: @jayden-prentiss @idkwhatever580 @multifandomlesbianic @softestqueeen

[ninus9607]

The things we do for love - Wanda Maximoff*

Pairing(s): Dark! Wanda Maximoff x Female! reader

Word count: 8K

This story contains dark themes, including obsession, kidnapping, emotional manipulation, non-consensual elements, dubious consent, violence, and possessive behavior. It also includes explicit sexual content,

tags: l content: Wanda Maximoff x Reader, Dark Wanda Maximoff, Obsessive Love, Kidnapping, Stalking, Possessive Behavior, Breeding Kink, Dubious Consent, Strap-on Sex, Magical Restraint, Virgin!Reader, Soft Dom!Wanda, Aftercare, Love Confession, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn to Yandere, Dark Romance, Happy ending

AN: GUYS, IT'S DARK ROMANCE. JUST ENJOY, ALSO SORRY ABOUT EVERY GRAMMAR MISTAKE!

I've always liked mornings. They were quiet,  just me and my coffee shop, the sound of the espresso machine, and the delicious aroma of cinnamon from the muffins baking in the back. It was the kind of peacefulness I had come to rely on.

That's when I noticed her.

She walked inside the shop like a ghost who had come in from the cold. Her dark, bright red coat, messy curls, and eyes appeared to bear the weight of many lifetimes. She hesitated just past the door, blinking as if she hadn't expected to be there either.

"Hi," I said with my normal smile, scrubbing my palms against my work clothes. "Can I get you something?"

Her gaze moved to mine, shocked at first, then softened. She nodded and walked closer, taking careful, calculated steps.

"Just tea," she said. Her voice was low and nearly harsh. "Chamomile, if you have it."

I didn't say anything else, just turned to make her a drink. But I felt her gaze on me the entire time - quiet, curious, and bitter. I didn't mind. Her presence was oddly pleasant.

When I moved the cup across the counter, our fingers brushed.

She flinched. Then smiled.

"Thanks," she mumbled. "This place is... peaceful."

"Yeah," I responded, leaning slightly against the surface beneath me. "That's sort of the idea. There aren't many people around, especially at this hour in the morning."

She seemed to want to say anything else, but didn't. She just took her cup and slid into a corner seat, watching the rain paint slowly run down the windows.

I returned to cleaning down the counter while pretending not to look at her. But I did. More than once.

When she had finished her tea, she just stood up and left. But the atmosphere in the room had not changed; there was something more, but what was it? God, you're going insane. It's just another customer, and you're experiencing gay panic, idiot. 

My mind was screaming at me, and another customer was waiting for me anyway, so I just forgot about it and went to work.

It started like every other afternoon.

The bell above the door rang at exactly 3:07 PM — not that I was counting — and the strange girl walked in again. Maroon coat. A soft scarf hung high around her neck. Eyes that were usually a touch worn, as if she'd seen the world burn and sat through the ashes with a kind smile.

Hm, something about her seems awfully familiar? Do I know her? Have I seen her before she came here?

She said nothing. She never did, actually. I moved directly to the table in the back corner, beside the window. Her usual. It's kind of become her spot now, which is strange considering it's still my café.

I watched her from the corner of my eye as she sat down and relaxed. She stroked her fingertips across the table's wood, as if she were testing it, as if it might not be there tomorrow. I'm not sure, she does it a lot.

I started making her drink before she even glanced up. I simply knew what she wanted. Not that I was trying to impress her or anything; I'm not even sure she notices, but she usually orders the same thing. 

Chamomile tea.

It has honestly become automatic at this point.

When I carried it over and placed it in front of her, she looked up at me, seemingly shocked. "You remembered," she murmured softly but not coldly.

I shrugged. "You come in around the same time every day. It's hard not to."  Why am I nervous?

She smiled slightly — barely a twitch at the corner of her mouth — before looking down at her cup, which was warmer than it should have been. I returned to the counter and pretended not to see her grin. Or her voice. Or the way she glanced out the window, as if she were constantly waiting for something. Or someone.

It wasn't anything, I told myself. Just a frequent customer. Absolutely not, ridiculously beautiful woman... I didn't even know her name until today, when she stood up and left far more money on the table than she was supposed to pay with a small note.

Thank you for this excellent tea.

 You're an angel. 

Wanda

Wait wanda? I knew that name, hmmm, WAIT. SHE'S WANDA MAXIMOFF? THE AVENGER? 

As time passed, I became more thrilled about Wanda's visits. She became a regular, sitting in the same place at the same time every day. It was subtle at first, but she appeared to draw toward me, and it quickly became routine. I'd look up from the counter, and there she was, a calm smile on her face, ready for her standard tea.

She was very sweet-almost too sweet—and I assumed it was due to her kindness. But there was something in her eyes that remained a bit longer than expected. It gave me a nice feeling inside, a flutter I couldn't quite define.

One day, she surprised me with a small gift. It was a small package wrapped with a red ribbon, and as I opened it, I saw a tiny silver bracelet.

"I thought you might like it," she said, smiling gently and truthfully. "It's nothing much, but it reminded me of you."

I was caught aback, not expecting anything, and I'm sure my cheeks heated. "Thank you," I managed to say, my voice catching slightly. "It's beautiful."   When I put it on my neck, I felt an unusual tingling feeling that I didn't recognize. And as I glanced into her eyes, all I noticed was a sparkle, as if she was really happy; hmm, weird.

Wanda was always thoughtful. She'd wait for me after my shift, sometimes waiting outside the store, her presence relaxing and quiet. I'd find her there, leaning against the wall, staring at me with the same intensity I'd grown to recognize. It was not disturbing, however. If anything, it made me feel special, as if I were the only one she cared about at that time.

One day, we found ourselves alone in the shop, just the two of us, with the sunset light streaming through the windows. I was washing the counter when I realized she was watching me. She had always done this, but her stare was more intense now.

"You know, I don't think I've ever told you how much I enjoy your tea," she added, her voice somewhat lower than normal.

I chuckled while cleaning off the counter. "I am happy you enjoy it. You come here commonly enough; I'd say it's a favorite of yours."

Her smile grew, and something reflected in her eyes. "Maybe more than you realize."

There was a lull, and I couldn't help but notice a warm sensation slipping across my chest. Was she hinting at anything? I got nervous and struggled to keep my cool. Every time she was around, my world seemed to brighten a little.

It was then that I realized: perhaps I started to look forward to seeing her as well. There was something about the way she spoke to me that made me feel seen and important. The concept sparked a rush of excitement in me. Is it possible that I developed a little crush? Noo, me? Never right?

But I brushed the idea aside. Wanda was just being kind, right? She was only a friend, perhaps a bit more? But I did not want to leap to a conclusion.

"Thanks, Wanda," I replied, smiling at her. "I appreciate your company, too. I mean, you are one of my best customers."

She grinned, and for a moment, I could have sworn her eyes sparkled. "I'm glad to hear that, Detka,"  Detka?   she said. "I might just have to keep coming back... to see you, of course."

I was just wrapping up my shift at the coffee shop when I remembered I had forgotten to pick up some groceries for dinner. With a silent groan, I grabbed my jacket and decided to rush to the nearby store. It wasn't far from the shop, just a short stroll around the block. My feet felt light as I walked along the street, enjoying the fresh air. The city was still full of activity, but it was quieter than normal as the evening sun began to set beyond the horizon.

I entered the store, welcomed by the usual hum of light bulbs and the quiet rustle of people finding what they wanted.

But then I spotted her.

Wanda.

She was standing by the produce section, calmly picking out veggies, and seemed so... normal. But something about her presence sent shivers down my spine. My heart pounded a little, but I didn't want to confess it.

For a moment, our gazes connected across the store, and I felt my cheeks warm up. She gave me a fleeting, soft smile and then turned away, seemingly disappearing into the jam-packed aisles.

I stood frozen for a second, blinking. Did she just smile at me?

I shook my head, giggling quietly to myself. Get a grip, I whispered beneath my breath. She's probably just spotted you. You've seen her plenty in the coffee shop.

I hurried swiftly to the milk area, ignoring the butterflies in my stomach. But I couldn't help it. There was something about Wanda that drew me in.

I eventually got to the checkout desk, and there she was again. Wanda stood by the self-checkout, scanning her purchases with her back turned. She didn't appear to notice me, but I couldn't take my gaze away.

My pulse raced as I paid for my purchases, wondering what to do next. I could leave. I could walk out of here and pretend nothing happened. But before I could make a decision, Wanda turned around.

"Y/N?" she asked, her tone sweet and friendly. "Hey, I didn't expect to see you here."

I paused for a second, looking up at her. "Oh, uh, hey!" I mumbled. "I just needed to pick up a few things for dinner."

Wanda smiled, the same kind grin she usually has when she sees me. "Funny. I was thinking about getting something to cook tonight, too."

A pause existed between us. I wanted to say something more, like ask her about her day or what she was preparing. Instead, I simply grinned uncomfortably.

"Well, I'm sure you'll make something amazing," And with that, I quickly turned around and exited the shop as fast as possible to avoid making myself even more of a blushing mess!

Later that evening, after a satisfying lunch, I relaxed in my living room, intending to chill out from the day. My thoughts kept returning to Wanda and the way she smiled at me or spoke about her brother or the Avengers. I couldn't get over the excitement and desire that was developing within of me. I glanced over to my tiny table by the window, where a bouquet of flowers had been placed. I couldn't remember seeing them there before, and I was pretty sure I hadn't bought them myself.

My breath froze in my throat as I picked up the card that came with them. 

To lighten up your evening. - W.

When I brushed my fingertips over the tiny note, my heart skipped a beat. Wanda. She had delivered them to me, and I had no idea how she got into my flat, but it didn't matter. The notion of her carefully picking my favorite flowers caused some comfort in my chest.

I carefully placed the card down and landed on the edge of the couch, my phone buzzing on the coffee table. The message came from an unknown number.

I grabbed it quickly,

Hey, It's Wanda. I was too hesitant to talk to you previously, but do you want to go with me on a picnic tomorrow? It's just the two of us. I thought it would be fun—something quiet, just spending the day together.

My fingers paused over the screen, and a grin gradually grew over my face. A Picnic? I hadn't been on one in years

I quickly wrote my response:

That sounds fantastic! I would love to. Where do you want to go?

Wanda responded almost instantly.

I know of a quiet spot near the lake. I will bring everything; just bring yourself. 😊 I will pick you up at noon. Cannot wait.

My heart was fluttering. She is picking me up. I felt a bit thrilled at the prospect, like a teenager preparing for her first date. Was it a date? Or no? I am not sure, so let's not worry about it.

I entered another message.

That sounds perfect. I will be ready. Looking forward to it! ♡

I put down my phone and sat back on the couch, smirking to myself. Everything seemed so natural with Wanda. Easy. Comfortable. However, she showed passion in the way she looked at me and invited me to spend time with her. It made me feel special, not every day, an avenger asks you to spend time with him.

After a little moment of thought, I stood up and walked to my bedroom to prepare for tomorrow. That night, I tried to sleep, but my mind kept drifting back to the messages and the idea of the picnic.

The whole thing was pure gold, and she is incredible. Believe me, I never imagined anyone would be interested in me. God, I think I'm falling in love with her, but what if she only meant it as a friend? Maybe she doesn't like women at all, even though she's wearing so many rings. :)

I nestled further under the blankets, my pulse beating from the excitement of everything. I was ready to fall asleep when I heard a gentle sound, like the slight creak of a door opening. I blinked, groggily opening my eyes, only to discover Wanda seated on the side of my bed.

My heart has stopped. How was she doing...?

Before I could respond, she softly caressed my cheek, her fingertips icy yet soothing on my flesh. "Hey," she said quietly, her voice smooth and pleasant. "It's me. I apologize for scaring you."

I attempted to speak, but the words would not come. I couldn't move or say anything. Wanda's magic was like a blanket over me, sending me into a deep, peaceful sleep.

The sun was shining through the curtains when I awoke slowly, stretched out, and wiped my eyes. The room was calm, the type of serenity that comes with a languid morning. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, and I looked at the screen, still groggy from sleep.

Wait.

My attention instantly focused on something-something from last night. I froze. Had Wanda been in my room?

I shook my head, tossing the notion away as I wiped my face. No, that was absolutely a dream.

But it felt extremely real. I could almost feel her fingertips brush over my body. The memory had an odd charm for me, but I couldn't figure out why. It was only a dream, right?

I pushed the thoughts away as I got out of bed, stretching again and moving toward the bathroom. After washing up, I made myself some coffee and ate a light breakfast, still trying to shake the weird feeling. It wasn't like me to get so worked up over something that didn't even happen.

A few hours later, I waited at the window and watched Wanda's car drive up in front of my apartment. The thought of spending the day with her, just the two of us, made me feel all warm inside. I grabbed my stuff, took a big breath, and walked out the door.

When I went outside, Wanda had already left her car, a warm smile spreading across her face.

"Hey," she said, her voice warm, that familiar, reassuring tone that always made me feel at ease. "I'm really happy u agreed to go with me." Her Sokovian accent was very beautiful and attractive. 

"Definitely," I said with a smile, walking towards her.

Without saying anything, she moved around the front of the car and opened the passenger door for me, like some flawless, old-school gentleman.

"You didn't have to do that," I smiled as I slipped in.

"I wanted to," she answered simply. "You look beautiful, by the way, Malishka."

My cheeks heated, and I whispered just a little "thank you" while trying not to smile too much. She softly closed the door and returned to the driver's seat.

At first, the ride was silent, but not awkwardly so; it felt calm. The fingers lightly tapped the steering wheel in time with the pop music playing through the speakers.

"So," I eventually questioned, looking to her with curiosity, "What is it like? Being an Avenger, I mean."

She laughed briefly, but it was bittersweet. "Overwhelming. Constant. Sometimes I feel lonely." Wanda hesitated before continuing, "It's strange that so many people know your name but don't know you at all."

I frowned, observing how her jaw clenched. "Do you miss it?"

"I miss the people," she said quietly. "The ones who understood what it felt like to carry too much."

"What about you?" She questioned suddenly, her voice lightening again. "What's your day like when you're not making everyone's morning better with coffee and sarcastic commentary?"

I laughed. "Honestly? Not really exciting. I read a lot. Take a walk or listen to music. Sometimes I pretend to be mysterious and tough to get close to, but then I destroy it by sobbing over documentaries or chatting too much to customers about my books..."

The lake wasn't far away, hidden peacefully along a spiraling road surrounded by thick grass and trees that looked golden in the late afternoon sunlight. Wanda pulled up in the shade and shut off the engine.

She stepped out swiftly and unlocked the trunk, revealing a folded blanket and a little wicker package. She gave me a look over her shoulder. "You said you liked strawberries, right?"

My heart made a dumb little flip. "You remembered?"

"Of course I did, Detka. " Detka? What is the word? Is this some sort of nickname? petname?

We sat near the lake, shoes kicked off, with the wind gently blowing on our faces. She spread out the blanket with only a flick of her wrist by magic as if she had done it a hundred times before. The package includes fresh bread, fruit, chocolate, and even miniature cans of sparkling lemonade.

"You know, this is way too romantic for a friend picnic," I mocked, taking a strawberry from the bowl.

Wanda smiled but said nothing.

We chatted. A lot. Regarding books and favorite places. About music and sports. She described Sokovia in a way that made my heart throb. I told her about my mother teaching me how to make tea and coffee properly, and how I never leave the home without my headphones. The way she listened made me feel as if every word was important.

Her gaze followed the shape of my mouth as I bit into a piece of fruit.

Her fingers touched mine as I went for the lemonade, and she did not draw away.

She had a warm, strong charisma. The sun, for example, is not just warm but also has the potential to burn if you get too close. However, I did not move away.

As the sun began to set, bathing the sky in beautiful orange and gold, she carefully packed everything, moving slowly and thoughtfully.

"You didn't have to do all this," I said quietly as we headed back to the car.

She glanced at me, and the softness in her gaze revealed something deeper, almost possessive.

"I wanted to. I like making you happy."

I opened my lips to respond, but couldn't find the words. It was only a picnic. Right?

The ride back was quieter. The sun was almost gone now, and my mind was racing with questions I didn't know how to ask.

When we arrived at my apartment, she took me to the door. For a short while, it seemed that she wanted to say something. Her fingers moved slightly at her side. Then she simply sighed.

"I'll see you soon," she said.

"Yeah," I replied, smiling despite myself. "I'd like that."

And when I opened the door and slipped inside, I couldn't help but wonder...

There was something about Wanda. Something I did not fully understand. I feel like she is everywhere! But I don't mean it in a bad way, it's as if I can still feel her eyes on me, or her scent? I do not know. I might be overworked...

The days after the picnic did not feel real. They felt like dreams—or perhaps like I hadn't entirely awakened.

At the start, it was simple stuff. My favorite mug was showing clean and dry on the counter when I thought I'd left it in the sink. A book I was reading was suddenly marked on the correct page, even though I had not touched it since Monday.

Then it became more personal.

A pair of delicate underwear I liked was gone. Then another. And a bra. I turned my place upside down looking for them, but they seemed to have disappeared. Nothing else was missing. Just that. Just enough to be annoying.

I tried to joke about it to myself. Maybe the laundry gods were hungry. Perhaps I was losing my mind. But the pit in my gut told me differently.

Nights were the worst.

I started dreaming about her.

Wanda.

Always Wanda.

Sometimes she stood at my bedroom doorway, dressed in her scarlet witch suit, her eyes gently gleaming as she watched me sleep. Sometimes she sat in my bed, snuggled behind me like a second skin, her palm placed low on my tummy, saying my name as if it were sacred.

Sometimes the dreams became darker.

My hands were pinned above my head, and her speech was a seductive whisper in my ear. "Mine. Say it." Her eyes burned dark as she kissed me, her magic wound around my wrists like silk cuffs.

I'd wake up covered in sweat, my sheets twisted, and my body throbbing like it had been touched. Marked.

But no one was there.

Right?

I began locking the windows. Bolting the door. But every morning, it was as if nothing had happened. The locks should be OK. The windows closed. And still, I'd wake up with a feeling of her. Perfume hangs in the air. As if she had just quit.

I convinced myself I was dreaming things.

That the dreams were only dreams.

But yesterday... I noticed a message on my pillow.

Only five words.

Я знаю, ты хочешь меня                                    ( I know you want me )

No signature. No explanation. The handwriting was delicate, looped, and feminine.

I don't remember letting anyone in.

I don't remember anyone being there.

I burned the note in the sink and told myself it was some kind of prank. But I couldn't stop trembling. Not even after the flame died.

After a few days, everything seemed normal again. Okay - normal enough.

Wanda and I continued messaging. Her name was the first thing that appeared on my screen every morning. Good morning, moya lyubov. Do not forget to eat something today. Are you working late again? Do you want me to drop by with anything sweet?

She was warm. Thoughtful. Kind. That type of presence you hadn't realized you needed until she was there every day.

I did not mind. Actually, I was looking forward to it.

Okay, not quite. I was obsessed. With how she made me feel. Her words are patient. She always noted the slightest details, such as when I changed my hairstyle or changed the display at the register at the business.

I'd find myself rereading her texts during slower hours at work, smiling like a lovesick idiot. And every afternoon, exactly after lunch rush, she entered through the café doors in the same comfortable red sweater, as if on script.

We didn't discuss feelings or anything like that. Not yet. But I saw how her gaze lingered on me when she assumed I wasn't looking. She'd brush her fingertips against mine as she returned her change.

She never looked at anyone else in the same way she looked at me.

I wasn't sure what we were.

But I understood exactly what I wanted us to be.

It had become more difficult to pay attention. The discomfort at home hadn't truly vanished. My bathroom light flickered whenever I spoke Wanda's name. My coffee machine brewed on its own—once. Okay, maybe I was fantasizing about her more than I should have.

I had dreams of her holding my hand and putting a gold ring on my finger as everyone around us yelled and celebrated. Dreams of us kissing behind the café, away from the public, her lips soft and respectful on mine.

And other dreams. They left me breathless, hot, and tangled in wet blankets.

I awoke with her name on my lips.

Part of me wanted them to be real.

The things she does in my dreams cause me to moan her name every time I wake up. I can feel her hands exploring my body, but never where I need them to be, her tongue going closer and closer,  but then disappearing. AND I was freaking annoyed!

I wake up every morning with wet dreams that seem so good. God, what am I supposed to do? And I even have to touch myself only thinking about her, her fingers, or tongue. Shit I sound like some horny teenager.

The worst thing is that I've never done it with anybody before; YES, I KNOW I'm 24, but I didn't want to waste my virginity on some high school boy who would never be interested in me, until Wanda. She's different.

Even with the lingerie— Yes, again. Another part is gone. This is my favorite one this time. Cream lace and silky silk. It was simply gone. Poof. Like magic. I'd looked into every drawer, pile of laundry, and the back of my closet.

Nothing.

If it hadn't been for the nightmares and the electricity that tingled up my spine whenever Wanda stared at me for too long, I would have been even more terrified. But I was not. Not really.

Perhaps I should have been.

Instead, I smiled to myself, thinking, "What if she takes it?"

That afternoon, I was standing behind the counter replacing cups when the small bell over the entrance rang.

"Yo, caffeine queen," Becca beamed as she took her normal seat near the window. "Got anything strong enough to fix my life?"

I chuckled, having already poured her espresso. "Double shot, coming right up."

Becca Stan, had been one of my very first customers. Now, I have a pal. She stopped by a few times a week, always full of snarky remarks and advice. Today, she was wearing sunglasses indoors, indicating that her night out was either highly successful or very dirty.

"You look like you barely survived," I joked.

"I danced with a long-haired guy with a tattoo of his own face on his chest. So yes, just barely."

I snorted. "What's the opposite of a red flag?"

"God complex with a tequila chaser," she said with a big sigh. "Anyway, enough of my horrible choices. Spill. "What is going on in your love life?"

I blinked. "What love life?"

"Oh, please," she smiled. "The redhead who has been coming every day for, what, a month now? Same jacket, same smile, same eyes that are nearly stripping you over the counter?"

"Wanda's just...sweet," I muttered, but my cheeks felt heated.

"Sweet?" Maya lifted her eyebrow. "Bro, she looks at you like you're her prey, she literally looks scary."

I leaned on the counter, biting my lip. "Okay. Perhaps she is more than sweet."

"Tell me everything."

I hesitated, but something within me wanted to say it. "We had been messaging a lot. She brought me to a picnic last week. It wasn't a traditional date, but it felt special."

Becca grinned. "You like her."

"I do."

"And?"

"And I think about her all the time," I said gently. "I dream of her. Strangely often."

"Sexy dreams?"

I looked down, ashamed. "...Sometimes."

"Ooooh," she smiled, thrilled.

I giggled and tucked a lock of hair behind my ear. "She helps me feel protected. "I feel like she's always looking out for me."

Becca lifted her eyebrows again. "Is anyone keeping an eye out for you? Or are you simply watching?"

I stopped. For a fleeting second, I remembered the missing underwear. The strange note, I still assumed it hadn't happened. My spine tingled when I was alone, as if someone was still watching me.

"Maybe both," I answered, gentler than usual.

Becca leaned back with a knowing expression on her face, drinking her cappuccino. "Don't let those gentle eyes deceive you, baby. Obsession might appear to be romance-until it isn't."

It started with the bracelet.

The silver is thin and delicate, with a little blood-red stone inset in the middle. She'd put it around my wrist with an almost arrogant look and said softly, "Just something to keep you safe when I'm not around." Her fingers lingered a little too long, and her eyes searched mine, as if she wanted to say something else but didn't.

I haven't taken it off since.

At first, it was just because it was attractive. Then it was because I enjoyed how it made me feel—warm and protected. Even though I was alone, I felt like I wasn't. And then... I could not describe it. I did not want to take it off. Not for a shower. Not for sleeping.

Tonight, I was closing up my shop alone. The rest of the lights were turned down, creating golden shadows across the café. I was cleaning a coffee pot when something grabbed my attention.

The stone on the bracelet.

It pulsed.

Not with light, but with power. A faint, constant throb that sounds like a heartbeat. A heartbeat that was not mine.

I froze. The room felt instantly cooler, and the hair on my arms stood stiff.

Just the lights, I reminded myself. Just sleepy eyes. But deep down, I knew better.

Then the door chimed.

I turned, already knowing who it was.

Wanda stood there in the dimness, silent and still. No coat, no gloves, and no smile. It's just her.

My chest clenched.

"Hey," I said, attempting to seem casual. "You scared me."

She went inside, closing the door behind her. She did not speak for a moment. Just gazed at me, her eyes dark and inexplicable.

My hands dried rapidly. "I didn't expect you. Is everything okay?"

"You didn't text me today," she whispered quietly, moving closer. "I waited."

"I—sorry," I blinked. "Work was chaotic. I did not mean to ignore you."

Her eyes dropped to the bracelet. "But you wore it."

"Yeah," I grinned hesitantly. "Of course. I love it."

Something about the way she stared at me made my heart race. Her eyes were heavy with emotion. Something heavy.

She stepped carefully behind the counter, fingertips tracing across the marble exterior, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I saw someone walking you home last night."

"What?" I blinked. "That was only a neighbor. I did not even speak to—"

"I don't care who it was."

My throat was dry.

"You belong to me," she remarked almost passionately. "You know that, right?"

I did not react.

"You're not scared of me," she said, her voice gentle and almost respectful. Her eyes were dark red. "You want me. You just don't know how much."

My voice cracked. "Wanda, I-"

"I'll walk you home."

"No, I am fi-ne"

I tried to think of anything to say, but I couldn't. Everything went black. The only thing I remember is her hands around me, protecting me from a fall....

My eyes opened to the darkness.

The air was cold. Too silent. An odd smell lingered—something wet and aged, like mold and cement.

I sat up slowly, my body throbbing in areas I didn't realize could hurt. My head throbbed, heavy and cloudy, as if I'd been pulled from the depths of a black sea.

Where am I?

There was no bed and no window. Only harsh walls—gray, peeling paint, and shadows. A solitary, faint light bulb flashed above, its chain swaying gently, as if someone had recently been there.

I called out, and my voice cracked. "Hello?"

No response.

Panic entered my chest like smoke. I stood, wobbly, and staggered towards the door. Locked. Of course. I hammered on it till my hands ached.

"Let me out!"

Silence.

Finally, a little slot in the door opened. The tray slipped through. A bottle of water. Some type of dry bread. No words were said.

It continued on like this for days.

I had no idea what time it was. No one speaks. Just the tray. Sometimes food, sometimes nothing. The water was never in full bottles, only enough to keep me from falling. I counted the droplets as if they were gold.

I lost count of how long I had been there. I began chatting to myself, only to hear a voice. I glanced at the ceiling and said, "What the hell is going on?" over and over until the words stopped making sense.

But what is the worst part?

I failed to remember how I got here.

The last thing I recalled was... closing the shop. Wanda had walked me home. She held my hand. Her voice was soft. I remember that.

Then nothing.

Was it a dream? No. This wasn't a dream.

Today was different.

The food tray came late. I was crouched up in the corner when I heard the metal move. But rather than going away, I heard voices. For the first time.

Male voices.

"You think she's awake?"

"I do not care. I'm bored with waiting around. She's not a princess."

My stomach sank.

Footsteps getting closer.

The door creaked open.

One of them came in—a large, heavyset man with a cigarette tucked behind his ear and eyes that made my skin crawl. The other remained near the door, moving anxiously.

"Hey there, sweetheart," the guy remarked in a thick, nasty voice. "You look lonely."

I backed up so quickly that I smacked the wall, heart thumping and lungs hardly functioning.

He grinned. "I just want to have some fun, slut"

"Do n't—don't come any closer," I said, my voice shaking.

The other man spoke from the back. "She said no one touched her. Those were the rules."

He waved his hand. "Do you think she's going to know? Just a quick fuck, that is all. She won't say anything."

He grabbed me as he unzipped his pants.

I yelled.

And then everything exploded.

BOOM.

The wall beside the front door burst inward, sending cracks of wood and concrete flying across the room. The man at the entrance was thrown back swiftly, his body smashing against the far wall with an unsettling crunch.

The other barely had time to turn before his body rose from the ground, dark magic wrapping around his body parts like snakes, twisting till bones broke and cries rang out.

Then quiet.

Wanda stood at the doorway, eyes burning deep red and hands shaking with fury. Blood streaked over her cheek. Her chest heaved, as if she had sprinted through fire.

Her magic disappeared. The man dropped to the ground with a dull bang.

She walked nearer, her expression changing from wrath to dread as she gazed at me.

"Y/N," she sighed. Her voice cracked. "I'm very sorry. I didn't realize—he wasn't meant to—"

She was kneeling before I could respond, her hands hovering but not touching my arms, as if she was frightened of hurting me further.

"They were not supposed to touch you. They were not even supposed to speak to you. I assigned them rules. I—I was watching. I swear, I was watching."

I blinked, my eyesight blurred.

She eventually touched me, gently and carefully, sliding her fingertips over my face as if she were confirming my identity.

"I am here now. You are safe. I'll never let anyone near you again."

"I'm sorry," she whispered again. "You're coming home with me. Home, moya lyubov."

...

...

...

The first thing I felt was warmth. Soft mattresses, a slight scent of lavender, and the heat of sunshine stroking over my skin through open curtains.

I blinked gently, my heart beating before I opened my eyes.

Where was I?

No concrete. There's no moist air. There are no locked doors.

Just silk pillows. A softer mattress. Clean pajamas on my body that were clearly not mine.

My throat was dry, my lips parched, and my limbs weakened, yet I was familiar with this room. I had spotted it in passing. Wanda's bedroom.

Her bed.

I sat up with effort, my heart crashing as I struggled to remember how I got here and what had happened previously. Wanda- covered in blood, whispering apologies and promises, hugging me like I'd break apart if she let go- was the last memory I had.

"Wanda?" My voice was strong and broken.

The door creaked open quickly.

She was there.

Perfect. Organized. Hair in curls down her shoulders, a silky purple sweater caressing her figure. She appeared to have walked out of a dream, specifically mine.

However, there was something behind her gaze. That ever-glowing red, pale but throbbing under her eyes like a beating heart. Dark, silent, and waiting.

"Y/N," she replied softly, entering inside. "You're awake."

"Where am I?" Despite knowing the answer, I asked.

"My home," she said without skipping a beat. "Where you belong to."

I swallowed hard. "You kidnapped me."

Her expression twitched.

"No," she said, her tone cold and measured. "I rescued you."

"From the people you hired!"

"It was never supposed to happen! I gave them rules! They ignored me; one of them touched you. Do you know what it did to me? Her voice broke, the quiet melting into something more cruel. "I wanted to burn the entire world for what he almost did to you."

I gazed at her. She was shaking.

She didn't even bother to disguise it anymore.

"And so what?" I whispered. "You brought me here?" Locked me in another room? "Lied to me about everything?"

She remained silent for a beat. Her jaw clenched.

"I was scared," she said finally. "I wasn't sure how else to keep you safe. I knew you would not understand. That you'd leave."

"Wanda." My voice dropped. "You can’t force someone to stay."

Her gaze grew dark. "However, here you are. I'm still here. You continue to stare at me as if you don't despise me."

That stung.

since it was true.

I avoided my gaze, my lips trembling. "I should hate you."

"You don't," she whispered quietly as she moved in closer.

Her warmth, irresistible charm, and obvious presence were overpowering. With her in the room, it seemed as though the entire world had reduced to the area between us.

I confessed, "I dream about you every night. I'm no longer even sure where dreams finish and reality begins. Your lips come to mind. Your hands. You treat me as though I'm yours. I missed you even when I was locked up. How in the heck does it describe me?"

Wanda gasped with surprise.

She was now kneeling at the edge of the bed in front of me.

"You're mine," she said, her voice breaking with passion. "You were always mine."

With a tear streaming down my cheek, I whispered, "I'm afraid of you. Additionally, I love you. Both."

Before I could speak another word, Wanda rushed forward and kissed me.

It was bruises. In a desperate situation. Everything.

Her body pressed down on mine with a desire that shocked me from the bottom of my heart as my back struck the pillows. Her lips moved as if she longed to reclaim me, her fingers got caught in my hair, and her knee slipped between my legs.

Helpless, I groaned into her mouth.

It wasn't sweet. It was not a slow one.

It was religion, battle, and desire.

Her fingers burned over my waist and ribs as they moved beneath my shirt. My hips bucked up into hers as her tongue teased mine and her fangs grazed my bottom lip with a snarl.

She kissed a line down to my collarbone and said, "I won't let you go. Never."

I sighed, my eyes drooping closed, "I don't want you to."

"You are everything," she said in a whisper. "You were always."

Then her lips found mine once again, seizing me and binding me to her in every manner she could.

I also gave her permission.

I let her. God help me.

She was shaking her hands.

It's from constraint, not fear.

With her hot eyes blazing like a hurricane hardly contained, Wanda loomed above me. As her fingers ran down my sides, her lips were swollen from our kiss, her cheeks were flushed, and her hair was flowing forward—tentative, respectful. As if she still feared that if she touched me too forcefully, I might disappear.

However, I no longer wanted soft.

Not this evening.

Breathless, I said, "Wanda."  moan "Touch me."

For just a moment, her power surged as her eyes darkened, a flash of red moving across the room as if it were attracted to the way my thighs moved beneath her.

Her voice was low and harsh as she rasped, "Say it again."

"Touch me," I said again, dragging her by her shirt as my lips touched her jaw. "Please."

All she needed was that.

Once more, her mouth was on mine, deeper and more demanding, her tongue slipping past my lips as her hand finally went beneath my shirt. Her cold fingertips skated over my ribs and up my stomach before cupping my breast through the thin bra fabric.

Arching my back into her touch, I gasped into her lips.

"You're so soft," she moaned, trailing her kisses down my neck, her voice heavy with need. "This is really amazing. Mine."

The way she said it made me ache between my thighs.

Her knee pressed in farther, pressing precisely near my pussy, and I couldn't help but moan. My hips pressed against her voluntarily, pursuing contact, and she groaned—low and guttural.

"Tell me no," she whispered suddenly, moving back just enough to meet my gaze, her magic crackling slightly in her palms. "Tell me no, and I will stop. Even today. Even after everything."

I reached up and covered her face with my hands.

"I want you," I stated. "I want this."

And then there was no holding back.

Her soft hands destroyed the pyjamas I was wearing in one swift motion... her mouth wrapped around my nipple, her tongue swirling while her fingers moved beneath the waistband of my underwear, teasing but never quite giving in.

"Fuck" I whispered, already wet for her. "Please…"

She rejected me, her fingers eventually lowering and gliding between my folds with a cry of pleasure.

"So wet for me already?" She mumbled. "You've been dreaming about this too, haven't you?"

I nodded, breathless, holding to her shoulders as her fingers slid within me, slowly and steadily at first, curving just right, causing my legs to shake.

She knew exactly how to ruin me

"I'll tell you a secret now: every night you dreamt of me, and it was I who implanted those dreams in your precious little mind. I stroked your body, and I controlled you, but I never touched you where you needed it the most. Do you know why?"

Her lips found mine again as she picked up the pace, her thumb circling my clit in a rhythm that made me cry out, hips bucking. The coil in my stomach tightened fast, unbearable and perfect.

"Because I wanted you to let me in by choice, and now look at you. Moya lyubov "

"Come for me, baby," she said softly, her voice like silk and evil. "Let go."

It did not take long.

I crumbled beneath her touch, gasping her name as if it were a request, a curse, or the only thing that mattered in the damn world. She kissed me through it, uttering praises in Sokovian as her fingers remained deep within, till I couldn't take it anymore.

When I finally opened my eyes, she looked at me as if I had hung the stars.

"You're mine now," she told me, kissing my temple. "Forever."

I was still breathless, trembling beneath her, my skin hot and slippery with sweat. Wanda stared down at me as if I were her best creation. I felt like I belonged completely to her.

And, yes, perhaps I did.

I let out a gentle giggle, attempting to get the power to move us and lay her onto her back. "Let me return the favor," I said softly, kissing her collarbone. "You always care for me..." I'd want to do something for you.

But before I could move lower, red magic tentacles wrapped around my wrists and pinned them softly but firmly above my head. I looked up at her, confused and immediately panting with passion.

"Wanda?"

Her grin became sharp, dangerous. Her eyes shone with molten red.

"You don't need to," she said, reaching down to kiss my face and sliding her lips to my ear. "Tonight… I'd want to mark you. Claim you. Allow the entire world to feel what I already know: you are mine."

Suddenly, I felt something press against my thighs.

Firm. Warm.

I gasped as the shape completely nestled against me before I could see what it was. Wanda sat back, straddling my hips, with a lightning red strap-on between her thighs, charmed and throbbing with her magic, as if it had been created from the raw essence of her power.

I swallowed hard.

It moved with her as if it belonged there. Like it was a part of her.

"Wanda…" I sighed, heat collecting down in my gut once more.

She grinned.

"I made it just for you," she whispered, trailing a glowing finger along my jaw. "Sensitive to every touch. Every clench. I’ll feel everything you give me."

I was already soaked again, legs trembling, and she hadn’t even done anything yet.

My breath caught.

"I want to make sure I fill you full until there is no more room. Even if it is impossible, my magic does not care. It wants to own you. Just as I do."

She leaned over me again, positioning herself, her body pushing against mine.

"And you, my sweet, innocent girl, are mine to ruin."

She pushed in slowly and carefully, paying close attention as every inch disappeared inside me. My spine straightened, nails sinking into the blankets, and my lips fell wide in a yell.

"Fuck," I gasped. "Wanda—"

"I can feel you," she moaned, her eyes closing. "So fucking tight, Detka. My precious little virgin. "Love of my life."

She pushed further, and I couldn't stop the moan that escaped from my throat.

"Look at you," she said, panting quietly. "Taking all of me in this way..." And you were saving yourself for whoever, some boy? "Some stranger?"

Her hand moved between my thighs again, pressing tight circles into my clit as she started to move slowly and deeply.

"No," she muttered, her voice shaking. "It was always going to be me. The first. The only."

The strap pulsed inside me as if it were alive, with enchantment pouring through each nerve ending. I was already close again, my legs wrapped around her waist, pulling her in intensely.

"Gonna fuck my name into you," she growled, her pace hard and severe. "Make sure no one else can ever touch you again without tasting me."

I wanted it.

I wanted everything.

"Say it," she urged, grasping my chin as her speed never slowed. "Say who you belong to."

"You," I gasped out. "You, Wanda—I'm yours!"

Her eyes darkened, and her mouth smashed against mine again as her cum filled your tummy...

"I know, baby," she said softly against my lips. "And now everyone else will too."

Your body was still shaking as she carefully, slowly pulled you out. Her spell disappeared like mist in the early sun, leaving just her hands—warm, genuine, and soothing—tracing across your skin.

"Shh, I've got you," she said, her voice suddenly gentle and human again.

You barely had the strength to talk, still stunned and overwhelmed, floating on a cloud of happiness and Wanda's affection. She kissed your forehead, face, and shoulder, murmuring apologies and affirmations into every inch of you.

"I'm sorry I got so carried away," she said, embracing you in her arms and drawing a big, warm blanket around both of you. Her fingers gently stroked through your hair. "You just… You make me lose control."

You grinned softly while gathering your breath. "I like it when you do."

Her laughing was low, filled with disbelief and admiration. "Of course you do." You are mine."

She snuggled you beneath her chin, your body perfectly matching hers. Her heartbeat was regular and clear. Safe. Home.

And then, softer than before, she muttered the following words into your hair:

"I love you."

Your heart halted for a brief minute, shattering and then rebuilding stronger.

She drew back just enough to look into your eyes, and her expression was blank. There's no magic. No power games. Just Wanda.

"I don't think I've ever loved anyone before," she said, her eyes misting. "It is not like this. "Not like you."

You reached up and brushed your fingers across her cheek.

"I love you, too."

And she held you all night, rubbing gentle strokes on your back.

And when the morning came, you were still there, wrapped in Wanda's arms—safe, full, and hers.

AN: Should I make part 2?