#Who Sees OUT OF ORDER on a Bathroom Stall Door and Thinks “This Stall Can be Used”?!

[stupidvillainousposts]

Inspired by True Events

Werewolf Stan: *Puts an "Out of Order" Sign on the Bathroom Door*

His niblings, boyfriend, and genius brother: That sign can't stop us because we can't read!

[ozzgin]

Can I have yandere Aka Manto x Reader? I see you write Japanese myths, cuz why not?

Yandere! Urban Legend x Reader [Aka Manto]

You never know when you're going to meet your soulmate. It could be on a beach at sunset, on the last bus home, in the elevator of an office building...Or in a public bathroom after you just finished your business. Nevertheless, this urban legend monster has its eyes on you now.

Content: gender neutral reader, urban legend, part horror part comedy, gore!, monster romance

"Are you deaf? It's occupied!" you shout one final time, giving the door a swift kick to emphasize your presence. That's what you get for using a public restroom. Your coworkers had convinced you to try out another bar after the company dinner, and you might've had one too many cocktails. Thankfully most of the drinks were watered down, although it is exactly because of this detail that you're now hovering above a toilet seat with a full bladder. On a Friday night, in the partying neighborhood of the city, so it could explain the persistent stranger - possibly even drunker than you - who keeps rattling the lock of your stall.

To your horror, the handle begins to turn, and you hear a click. You scramble to get up and secure the door, but it's too late. With your pants halfway down, you gawk at the bizarre individual squeezing his way in: a tall figure wearing a red cloak and a mask. "What the Hell?" is all you can mumble to yourself, awkwardly gathering your garments in order to preserve your remaining ounce of dignity. Out of all the things to happen tonight...Alright, calm down. It's most likely a crackhead. You cast your eyes down and focus on the floor tiles, with patterns strategically chosen to hide as much grime as possible.

Pretty. Almost too pretty to kill. He might just take his time with you and savor the moment. Of course, you'll have to answer his question first. With bureaucratic efficiency, he pulls out two rolls of toilet paper and extends them to you. "The red one, or the blue one?" he asks with theatric gravity. What in the Avon samples Hell is this, you think, fidgeting nervously and avoiding any eye contact still. If you ignore him, he should lose interest.

A minute passes in heavy silence. His ghastly arms begin to tire, so he lowers them with a disappointed creak of the joints. "Y-you have to pick one", he insists. Damn it! Perhaps you've been told what to do if approached by mischievous spirits like him? Ignorance means you keep your head, though he was hoping for a gory night of entertainment. You can almost feel the intense stare coming from behind the eerie mask. The tension becomes unbearable, so you finally decide to push your luck. You will not spend the night stuck with a deranged pervert looming over you in a public bathroom.

Without further delay, you shove him aside and open the door. He lets out a surprised hum, observing your daring gesture and almost expecting you to run for your life. To his even greater shock, however, you stop to wash your hands with a relaxed whistle, completely unbothered by his presence. What happened to the fear, the terror, the dread? You peek at his reflection in the mirror, and your lips curl in a mocking grin. Maybe it's the alcohol finally hitting your nervous system, but all you see right now is a pathetic charlatan who tried to intimidate you with literal toilet paper. A good-for-nothing scoundrel interrupting the innocent from their much-needed bathroom break.

In fact, the more you consider your situation, the more your chest puffs with outrage and bravery. You pay your taxes, you help the needy, and this is how your civic deeds are rewarded? By having your stream cut midway? Unbelievable. Unacceptable. No other soul shall suffer your fate tonight. "Wretch!" you cry out, turning towards the aggressor and continuing your demands: "Evacuate the premises at once!"

You might not understand it yet, but your act of defiance has sealed your fate. The hooded monster smiles, relishing the words that have closed the gap between your fragile body and his blasphemous claws. You have spoken to him; thus, he can do with you as he desires. And yet, his murderous fingers hesitate. Your entrails should be splattered across the rarely polished porcelain by now. What's holding him back? He tilts his head in contemplation, but any intention to ponder his feelings is quickly discarded once a loud shriek pierces his ears.

As it turns out, someone else had been using the neighboring stall and was alerted by your little argument. Their finger is pointed at the cloaked creature, features twisted in disgust and fear. "Can't you tell we're busy?" The mysterious man inquires sarcastically. On second thought, this should be enough to satisfy his cravings.

With a snap of the fingers, the frightened bystander is torn apart by invisible hands right before your very eyes. Their limbs detach with surreal ease, and blood splatters everywhere in hot, sticky bursts. In your petrified daze, you are reminded of nature documentaries: blurry snippets of sharks trashing their victim around, fleshy chunks coming undone from the violent handling. Within seconds, the bathroom is quiet again. The walls and ceiling are drenched in fresh blood, and occasionally, fat droplets collapse into a puddle with resounding echo.

It all falls into place. The hooded creature claps its hands, startling you back into awareness. "That's what it was!", he says with enthusiasm. He approaches you with quiet steps, cushioned by the meaty remains coating the floor. He places one hand over the mask, removes it, and gives it a shake as if to clean off the crimson fluid. You involuntarily gaze at his face, taken aback by the handsome traits. Is this the appearance of a ruthless ghoul who butchers mortals for amusement? You wouldn't believe it if it wasn't for the hot trickle of foreign blood trailing your skin.

"I think I've fallen in love with you", he confesses with a wide, saw-toothed smile. You feel a clawed finger tracing your cheek affectionately. "Well? What're you so silent for? You were quite cheeky a moment ago!" he continues tauntingly, gripping your chin and forcing you to look up. "Or have you seen what happens when you misbehave? No, no, darling, I'd never! There are other ways in which I can ruin you."

You're suddenly very cold. With dry lips, you eventually open your mouth to speak: "I'm not leaving here, am I?"

"You could, but that would make me very upset."

[jmstoesblog]

It’s not over

Pairing: possessive! Ex-boyfriend! Jungkook x fem!reader

released: 15.03.24

Summary: Seems like the story with your ex was not over yet.

Warnings: smut, makeout, humping, fingering, dirty talk, little degradation, public sex, sex in the restroom, somebody hearing you two, he calls oc a bitch,

Wc: 2,200+

Note: this is my first time writing smut, let me know if I could do anything better. I wanna improve myself. Also the character “sehun” is not supposed to represent anybody. He’s just an imaginary character. I left the ending open cause I don’t know how to end it 😭 not proofread!!

Masterlist

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“Thank you.” You smile at the boy, sehun, as he pulls out the chair for you.

You’re on a date with him. He’s your work friend who’s had a crush on you for a looongg time.

When he got to know you broke up with your ex- boyfriend—Jungkook— he could finally ask you out but you rejected him because you weren’t ready to be in a new relationship yet. After a few months— 3 exactly— you decided to give in and have one date with sehun.

He’s not really your type but you’re giving it a chance because, why not? Jungkook wasn’t your type either and you two dated for two and a half year.

Jungkook knows what he wants, he’s bold, can be a asshole sometimes, is a pervert, only thinks with his dick… and the list goes on.

But on the other hand he is very sweet, caring, funny and cute!

But dating him was…. different.

He is really possessive and gets jealous easily which results in you two having angry sex.

But you still loved him…… until he got too much and you decided you two are better off alone.

Jungkook was heartbroken and tried getting back with you but you stood your ground. He would buy you gifts and flowers. Come to your work at lunchtime and try to take you out. You remember one time it was raining like crazy and he was outside of your house on his knees, begging you to take him back, and promised to be better.

You were stubborn and didn’t give in because you knew he wouldn’t change.

A month ago he stopped all of this and finally left you alone. You’re not going to lie you do miss him but it’s better this way.

“So, what do you want to order?” Sehun sweetly smiles at you and holds your hand which is on the table.

You smile back and hope he doesn’t notice you’re uncomfortable with him touching you like that, “The steak sounds good. I think I’ll order that.”

“I heard the steak here is the best!” He smiles, you smile back. He has a cute smile!

After he placed both orders, he tried to start a conversation with you as you were not trying to bother to start one.

It hurt him because he knows you’re not like that. You talk a lot but he just assumed you were in a bad mood.

“I’m sorry, I just feel weird.” You apologize noticing his uneasy state.

“Why? What’s wrong?” He’s so sweet, you feel bad for behaving like that.

“It’s nothing, just a weird feeling.” He nods, not questioning you further.

After the drinks arrived, you gulped down the water and almost spit it all out.

Jungkook was here.

He was smirking when you looked at him with shock and fear in your eyes. He was sitting a few tables away from you.

He head skinny jeans on, hugging his thick thighs. He is wearing his usual combat boots, a black shirt with a leather jacket. He is wearing many jewelry’s like rings, chains, bracelets and not to forget his piercings. Silver hoops adorn his ear on both sides, his hair is parted in the middle and don’t hide his eyebrow piercing. Looking down you notice two lip rings. Oh god.

His smirks widens at you checking him out like that. He still has that effect on you.

“I-I need to use the bathroom.” You cut him off and leave, not waiting for a response.

You enter the bathroom and enter a stall.

“Shit! What do I do!? Why is he here?? Ugh!” You groan in frustration.

After a month of leaving you and giving you hope he’s leaving you alone, he comes back?!

The bathroom door gets opened and from under the stall you see…. black combat boots….. he whistles noticing the restroom is completely empty, except you hiding somewhere.

He whistles louder and opens the first stall door. Empty. He slams it back shut and opens the next one. Empty. He slams it back shut and opens the next one. Empty again. He slams it shut. He keeps going until he is in front of the stall in which you are in.

He whistles even louder.

“Oh, baby.” He laughs. “Open the door. Wanna talk to you.”

“No, are you crazy? You can’t just come into the ladies room like that!”

“Calm down, nobody’s here… except us, so open the door while I’m asking nicely.”

You take a deep breath and open the door, “Look, you have to go, we’re over.” You try to make him understand.

“You decided that! You didn’t give me any chance to prove myself! You just told me that right of the bat and left without hearing me out first!”

He takes a step closer, standing in the doorway now.

“You just gave up on our relationship— our love— like that! You didn’t give us a chance. You didn’t give me a chance to prove myself, I’ve changed!”

He takes another step.

“Why don’t we give us another chance?” He now speaks in a softer voice, trying to convince you. “I will forget about that little boy waiting outside, yeah baby?”

“If you choose to come with me now, all is forgotten baby. I’ll treat you dinner after that we go to my place and I’ll fuck the daylights out of you, yeah?”

You roll your eyes at him. “You’re only thinking with your dick right now, Jungkook!” You push him back. “I have had enough! I don’t want to be with you! Why can’t you understand!?” You yell at him.

He clicks his tongue, “i have had enough too, you know? You’re acting like a bitch right now, you know that? I’m trying to save our relationship and you’re acting like some stupid bitch.” He takes a step closer and closes the stall door with his foot.

He pulls you closer by your waist. “Why can’t you understand? It’s simple, I want you, you want me.”

“It’s not that simple. You act like a possessive controlling freak. And I’ve had enough of it.”

“I don’t want to be with yo—“

He slams you against the wall and smashes his lips against yours, kissing the life out of you. You try pushing him but he’s too strong.

“What do you even see in him, huh?” Jungkook mumbles against your lips, “bet he can’t even satisfy you,” he chuckles darkly, “can’t even protect you, like I do.” He kisses you again, “can’t make you laugh like I do.”

Your lips and his lips are swollen from all the kissing, he smirks at the sight, “you look so pretty,” he smiles, “you even dressed up…. for him.” His smile drops.

“It’s a date, did you expect me to come in sweatpants and a torn shirt?” You state the obvious, in a duh tone.

“No, I expected you to not come to this date at all. We’re not finished, how can you start dating after 4 months? Did the two and a half years mean nothing to you?” You can tell he’s hurt by your actions.

You feel……guilty?

You do love him, but it was getting too much for you.

“I changed. I really did, baby. Give me a chance and I’ll prove myself to you.” He sounds sincere.

He closes the space between you two and gently kisses you, holding your head in his large hands. This time you kiss back, lost in the pleasure.

He moves his head down and starts sucking on your neck. Soon his gentle sucking turns into harsh biting, you moan at the feeling. He makes sure to mark your whole neck, so everyone knows who you belong to. Especially sehun.

“Fuck,” Jungkook mutters, “you smell so good.” Jungkook come back up and pecks your lips before telling you to jump which you do. You wrap your legs around his waist and give him a squeeze, “want you.” You whine, Jungkook clicks his tongue, “oh? Now you want me?”

“You wanted me to beg, baby? Is that it?”

Your core is right above his hard cock. You start humping and moan in delight, “feels good, baby?” He chuckles into your ear.

He presses his hand firmly on your clothed pussy, “I can already feel you drippin’ for me.”

He slaps your count making you wince. He torns your panties, you gasp, “they were expensive!”

“Don’t worry I’ll buy you hundreds of them.” He mumbles before leaning in to kiss you. In the kiss he slaps your bare pussy causing you to gasp and grip his shoulders tighter, your arousal is on his hand.

He uses the opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth and explore it. He sucks on your tongue and moans.

He circles your hole and abruptly pushes a finger in. He knows you like being fingered while he is wearing rings, sometimes it hurts but that adds to the pleasure. The mix of pain and pleasure is just too good.

You hide your face in his neck, “s- so good!” You moan, “yeah? You like that?” He says in a husky voice.

“You like it hard, don’t you? You filthy slut.” You whine at his words, getting more turned on. He sinks another finger in.

His wrist flicks up, fingers going in and out of you at a fast pace, “want more,” you bite his neck to quieten your moans, “more?” He asks you, you nod, “please.” You beg.

Jungkook likes being in control and having you beg for him, turns him on and boosts his ego.

“Please, what baby? What do you want?”

“Want you in me,” he leaves little kisses on the side of your face, “Yeah? want my cock in you?” He whispers in your ear.

You nod, your mouth parting from the pleasure. Jungkook chuckles at your state.

Just as you’re about to come, he pulls away, “I was about to,” you don’t finish your sentence as you whine. Jungkook lazily smiles, “I’m gonna give you something better.”

You unwrap your legs around him and stand on your own legs. He pushes his pants down along with his underwear after unzipping his pants. You drool at the sight of his hard, thick, veiny cock.

You drop to your knees, ready to suck him off. But Jungkook stops you, “As much as I would like to have my cock in your mouth, I don’t have the patience to wait anymore.”

He pulls you up by your shoulder and slams his cock into you, he swallows your moans and screams by kissing you. He doesn’t move, letting you adjust to his size.

“Fuck, baby! You’re so tight.”

He starts moving slow, letting you feel all of him. “Faster,” you plead.

He starts going faster and smacks your asscheek before groping it and giving it a good squeeze.

Meanwhile, sehun is sitting at the table wondering why you’re taking so long. He decides to look for you, “maybe she needs help? or something happened!?” He gasps, standing up and making his way to the restroom.

“Should I go in? No, I can’t.” He talks with himself.

Meanwhile you’re having one of the best fucks ever, Jungkook grips your chin and leans forward, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“Did she leave? No, no, her purse is still here.” Sehun talks with himself, earning glances from people but he doesn’t care, “is she taking a poop? That long?”

“Jungkook im sorry,” you apologize and he starts laughing, he throws his head back, “now you’re sorry? Once you get this cock your brain starts thinking? Aren’t you a pathetic little slut?”

You whine loud at his words. You know he doesn’t intend to hurt you with his words.

“Will you come back to me now?”

Tears start rolling down your tears, you nod. He smirks, “all it took was a fuck?” He laughs at you, mocking you.

“Y/n?” A gentle knock is heard.

You widen your eyes and jungkook doesn’t stop thrusting into you. He slowed down his pace tho.

“Y/n , are you in there? Are you okay? Did something happen?” Jungkook rolls his eyes at him and you shoot him a glare, before you’re able to speak Jungkook starts thrusting into you fast, skin clapping sounds resonating of the walls.

You moan loudly and sehun widens his eyes and quickly leaves. Not just the door but the restaurant.

He saw Jungkook earlier but thought it’s coincidence that your ex boyfriend is also here. But seeing him follow you after you went to the restroom was weird. He had a feeling something was fishy and he was right. Guess your story with your ex boyfriend didn’t end yet.

“That’s right, baby. Let him know who you belong to.” You moan louder, “good girl.” He praises you.

“Just like that. Good.” He grunts.

You’re too lost in all the pleasure, forgetting your ‘date’.

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Thanks for reading 💕

Masterlist Next door

[helenazbmrskai]

Dark Office Romance (m)

Title [Dark Office Romance]

Pairing [Yandere Boss! Jeongguk x Reader]

Genre [Yandere Au, Office Au, Romance, Smut]

Summary [The company you work for is shady, sexist and full of men who think they could do anything. After Jeongguk's assistant quits you attend a meeting in her stead and you realise just how rotten these men are. You decide to quit and you have a thing or two to tell to your boss but what you didn't expect is for him to turn this around on you.]

Words [5,6k]

Rating [+18]

Warnings [Sexual harassment in the workplace, sexism, bad working environment, yandere behaviour, obsession, mental disorder, sexual content: rough handling, forced kiss, consensual unprotected sex, marking/biting, first times, take away virginities, oral (female receiving), creampies]

A/N: This fic has heavy themes so read it with caution!

Masterlist //

“Did you hear what happened today at the meeting?” A person talked in a hushed voice to another. Hiding in one of the stalls you could hear every whispering word between the ladies.

“Of course! There’s not a single soul who hasn’t heard. I don’t think I would be able to live through such humiliation. I hate this company, it’s so strict and harmful to the employees that I want to quit soon.”

You take a deep breath with your forehead pushed against the cold wall. Tears are wetting your eyelashes and your nose is clogged but you stopped crying in fear of someone hearing you. At least no one sees you in tears after what happened. You managed to put up a brave face that time. You felt more angry than hurt at that time but look at you now breaking down in the women's washroom like a fool.

“Yes, I agree. I hate that men can do anything. I fear coming to work every day, but I still think it was too much. Y/N is a diligent girl, and she didn’t deserve to have that kind of treatment right in front of our CEO. That bastard didn’t even try to stop it.”

“Shh. We’re still inside the building if someone overhears you talk about the CEO like that we will be in big trouble.”

“You’re right. Let’s go back to work.” The voices fade away until you hear the door close again behind your coworkers. You exit the stall when the coast is clear. However, when you see yourself in the mirror’s reflection you want to cry again. You look miserable with your mascara streaming down your face. You breathe in and out slowly until you’re able to calm down. You don’t have more time to waste you need to get your act together at least for when you’re back alone in your apartment. You can cry all night and curse your boss and everyone involved in today’s incident with a tube of ice cream and a six-pack of cold beer. Steeling your nerves you fix your make-up and get back to your duties. You finish your report and get everything in order. You don’t even get up to get lunch like everybody else as you power through it with an energy drink in you. If you went to the cafeteria you would get more of those pitiful glances and you don’t have it in you to answer their questions about how you’re feeling.

You know they don’t mean anything bad about it but it’s undoubtedly a thing that crosses everyone’s mind. Thank goodness it wasn’t me. It’s not wrong to feel this way before this happened there were times when you felt the same way, it’s just how things in this company work. You get humiliated and the next day someone takes your place.

Today it was your turn. It was bad enough that the CEO asked for you. The person who was responsible for helping him out during the cabinet meeting with the shareholders suddenly quit and you were tasked with helping with operating the slideshow and making notes.

This was your first time attending one of those meetings and after it was over you had a strong desire to quit as well.

No wonder she left in tears last week as she gave in her resignation letter you didn’t know what was happening inside those meetings. There was only one time you caught her crying in the bathroom just like you did now. You tried to ask what was wrong but she never told you.

You’re unsure how she was able to endure it for this long. Jeongguk’s assistant receives the most salary inside the company but for a while the seat was vacant and you were new to the company so you had no idea what was going on. Why did his assistants quit so quickly? You remember talking to her she was excited to get this opportunity she shared that her family is in a tough situation and the pay is good to get themselves back on their feet. Now you have a rough idea. At first, everything seemed normal.

You took your place standing next to Jeongguk and the meeting began when the participants sat down. They were all men. You held back at first when they touched your butt as you were passing around documents. You even ignored their sexist comments but enough was enough. One of the men squeezed your butt and whistled when the meeting was about to be over. You looked over to Jeongguk he looked straight into your eyes but didn’t do anything. You said that you would report this to HR as a case of sexual assault if he tried to do it again, now you were angry about how everyone treated you like a piece of meat. The man got angry and poured hot coffee over you.

Jeongguk ended the meeting and you stormed out.

He never tried to stop anything or protect you. He just watched it all play out as if he was watching a movie. This was the most humiliating experience you have had in your entire life.

There are other jobs out there. Maybe not paying this much but at least they treat you like a human being. A small mistake is enough and you get blamed. You have to come to work even on the weekends sometimes to finish writing your reports. Everyone is walking around eggshells. Waking up each morning with a knot in your stomach that you need to take digestive medicine regularly. You won’t tolerate any of this even if it will cost you this job or even better you’re going to quit yourself.

You push these hateful thoughts into the back of your mind so you can pull through the day. The first month you started to work here you thought it would pass but things didn’t get better over time. It just became worse but you didn’t want to be a girl who quit when things get difficult but even you know there’s a difference between not giving up and being foolish. Today you felt like the biggest fool out there.

They say life is beautiful.

You don’t remember the last time you felt happy. You keep working without enjoying life. You don’t have a boyfriend and you rarely talk to your family due to issues. You have lost a few friends as well because of the workload. You think about all the cancelled plans.

Although, enough is enough. This is the time you decide to let go. You’re going to tell him your opinion after you hand in your report at the end of the day. You even write your resignation letter. He will regret it. You’re bright and a good employee. It’s his loss if he lets you go.

You said that but you get nervous once you stand in front of his office you won’t change your mind on the subject you just need to find some courage again. You’re going to do what no one in the company dares to do. Everyone is scared of him the only reason that people don’t swarm him with letters of resignation every day is because it takes a lot of courage to see him directly. Everyone is afraid of him. Bad rumours are circulating about him saying that he’s mental. He has weird fixations and someone even told you that his parents regularly went to a psychologist with him when he was little. You don’t know if anything is true. You’ve never seen his parents visit him or even call him once. He never smiles or talks about himself not that you spent that much time alone with him. You only see him in regular monthly meetings otherwise everyone tries to avoid him inside the company the only exception is when you hand in important documents that you have to see him directly but that doesn’t consist of much as he just takes it and you leave.

You knock first then enter when he gives you the green light.

He looks hellishly good-looking in that black suit and perfectly styled hair, like the devil. He’s reading something but stops what he’s doing and looks up at you when you stop right in front of his desk. You hand him your report and he receives it without a single thank you or in fact, he’s not saying anything. You take in a calming breath before you speak.

This is your cue to leave but you stay rooted. Reliving that humiliation and mistreatment over the year that you’ve been working here whilst looking into his dark brown eyes helps you to finally find the courage to speak.

“This is my resignation but there’s something I would like to tell you before I leave.” You take a deep breath before you lock with his dark gaze again. You’re still furious and hurt. His soulless eyes are staring at you intensely as if he’s seeing you for the first time.

“I’ve never been through such a humiliating experience in my entire life. I wanted to hold on and not give up this job but I can’t do this anymore. I had enough of the mistreatment I received as a woman. Do you even consider me as a human? Groping my ass and making sexual jokes if the men that work here think that it’s okay to do that then I don’t want to work here anymore. The CEO should protect its people yet you looked into my eyes and did nothing to stop it. Are you a psychopath? Do you have feelings at all? I wonder if there’s anyone left in hell seeing as you are here making my life a living hell.” You want to say more but words get stuck in your throat as his expression changes.

Once you’re done unleashing your anger Jeongguk stands up from his chair and gets close to you. Real close. You step back until your back is against the wall your heart is hammering away in your chest afraid of what he will do. He closes up on you with a straight face his gaze is unreadable as he presses you against the wall. His face is really close and you close your eyes waiting for something. Is he going to slap you? If he was going to shout he could do that from his seat just fine. You wait for your punishment but it doesn’t come in the form you expected it to be.

He slams his lips against yours taking your breath away. Your eyes pop open wide as you see his face up close. You could see his closed eyelids ending in long eyelashes he breaths hard against your face. His expression is weird like he’s in pain while kissing you.

You push him away harshly unsure how to handle this situation. His gaze is intense as he looks at you. It’s crazy how his usually unexpressive eyes show such impulsive desire in them. He looked dangerous before but now it feels like you’re caught up in a trap.

Maybe there’s some truth in the rumours. You need to get out of here.

“Where are you going?” Jeongguk grabs your wrist before you can bolt for the door. Your face contorts in pain and fear instead of the previous alluring expression you had and he dislikes it. His hand is crushing your wrist as he pulls you back against him keeping you in place.

He saw that expression enough times to be boring but when you said all those things your eyes were fiery. You looked angry, hurt and confident. Defiant. He liked that expression so much that his whole body got covered in goosebumps. He felt the impulse to kiss you maybe do more. This is the first time someone told him off. Did not cower in fear even his own parents feared him. In life there’s nothing that Jeongguk didn’t get if he wished for it it was already his. His every wish and whim was granted. His parents never cared for him he could tell from a young age. He was never like the kids his age. They got him everything so they wouldn’t have to pay attention to him and now that he had his company to run there wasn’t a single wish of his that was unheard, except for one, he wanted to get excited. Sometimes expensive things did the trick then he started collecting beautiful things but his excitement never stayed for long. He got bored of anything he possessed quickly. You could be another whim for all he cares but he feels that you will be different. You’re treating him differently and he wants to explore all your expressions. Now he decided to have you. You can’t just get away if he needs to use force he will do it. You piqued his interest so you need to pay the price. He sees you in a new light.

“I want to go home.” Your face twists as his fingers tighten around your hand. It’s past the point where you’re sure it will bruise tomorrow. His wild expression is activating your fight or flight reflexes. It feels like he’s far away before he focuses back on your face.

“Do you think you can get away with what you said?” There’s something crazy in his eyes. You can’t explain it but it feels like you’re onto something far more dangerous than just getting fired.

He’s not gentle at all as he handles you.

“What will you do? Kill me?” You spit it out without a second thought but you’re just trying to mask how terrified you feel. Trying to survive you realise quickly that you won’t get out if you show that you’re scared of him. You need to find out what he wants from you.

“No. I won’t kill you. I’m going to keep you.” His finger gently clasps around a few strands of your hair pulls the tips over to his mouth to kiss it and takes a huge perverted sniff smelling your shampoo. He doesn’t pull on your hair thankfully and when your expression changes his attitude changes as well. He’s more gentle as he touches you.

“Bold of you to think I would want to do anything with you after what I had to endure at this company.” You pull away pretending to be disgusted. While his careful touch was ominous you can’t deny how your heart started to beat faster. His face changes minute by minute and you can’t predict what he will do next. One time he’s docile and the next he’s aggressive. Your heart tries to jump out of your chest as you wait for his next moves.

“I can take care of them. The ones who humiliated you I can get rid of them. Make sure that no one will lay a finger on you at the company ever again. All you need to do is to indulge me.” He caresses the side of your face as he speaks his mouth forms a small smile when you don’t push him away.

“I don’t believe you. If you stop finding me interesting you will just discard me in the end. I won’t play your games.” He might give you momentarily power but you know that he could take it back anytime.

“Discard you? No baby, I’m going to use you until there’s nothing left of you. Once I get obsessed with something I won’t lose interest until there’s nothing left to obsess over.” It’s true he discards things that are broken by him. If he doesn’t like something anymore he destroys them.

A man like him obsessing over you. No wonder he doesn’t have a girlfriend. A handsome man only remains single for a long time if there’s something wrong with him and he clearly has a few loose screws.

“Okay.” You must be crazy to agree too.

Jeongguk kisses you again and this time you don’t push him away. You twist your fingers into his hair deepening the kiss. You’re kissing the infamous devil it feels thrilling how his hands pull you to him possessively. Courage saved your life many times but this time it feels like you’re going to hell.

It feels so wrong that it feels so good.

His lips map out the curve of your neck his body flush against yours. He picks you up and pushes you against the wall his arm muscles flex as he holds your weight up with ease. Your legs curl around his small waist to balance. With the new position, your skirt rode up your thighs until the fabric was bunched around your waist.

Things are escalating fast but you don’t try to stop him. You will let the flames engulf you.

It’s only your panties that separate you from the pleasure as he rubs his cock into you.

He’s going to be big you can tell by feeling the outline.

Your hands wrap around his neck and his hands wrap around your torso to lift you off the wall and place you on his desk. Jeongguk spreads your legs with his fingers placing them on his shoulders as he hovers over you. The position is embarrassing you feel open and spread out on his desk.  The pens and binders dig into your back but it all fades to the background. Anyone could just come in and see you but you remember that normally no one dares to come to his office unless it’s unavoidably necessary.

Even if someone came in they wouldn’t dare to say anything with the CEO’s notorious reputation.

He rubs his nose around your clothed slit taking huge whiffs of air as he’s committing your smell into his memory. It’s dirty but arousing. His nose does a good job at rubbing your clit eliciting moans from you.

“Stop teasing me.” Jeongguk could read your frustrated expression so he decided to push your panties to the side and push two fingers into you. The sudden intrusion hurt but soon ebbed away as he slowly moved them in and out paying attention to your clit with his tongue to make you feel good. You coated his fingers in your arousal, it made a wet sound each time he pushed his fingers back inside as you grew wetter.

His mouth ate you sloppily it did not look like he had much experience he just let his curiosity take the lead and experiment if it looked like you enjoyed something he repeated the motion until you were practically soaking his fingers. It's embarrassing how his inexperienced fingers could trigger your orgasm within ten minutes.

It's probably because it was the first time someone put his fingers inside you. Jeongguk cleaned up the mess. He put his soaked fingers into his mouth and cherished your taste.

“I don’t taste weird right?” You don’t know if it’s bad or not, no one tasted you to say it for sure and for a reason you felt insecure. No matter how bad of a reputation he has within the company he’s every woman’s wet dream he’s so perfect that it’s scary to think about it sometimes. He has a perfectly sculptured nose with sexy facial features even his body is fit and just the right amount of fat and muscle. He could be so perfect if he wasn’t so twisted in the head.

“No, It’s strongly sweet. I like it.” He reassures you with a smile. It would look almost innocent if he hadn’t got his hand palming his obvious erection as he sucks on his fingers.

“Sit down.” Drunk on his compliment you don’t think about anything other than having his perfect cock buried in you. He seemed to like anything about you even if you’re far from perfect.

It looked like he didn’t really care about your appearance he just found you beautiful after he changed his mind about you. You have a feeling he would have liked anything about your appearance it just needs to be you.

It’s embarrassing how your legs wobble once you try to stand but he doesn’t laugh at all. Jeongguk pushes his pants down his ankle along with his underwear and man spreads on his expensive leather chair waiting for you while his eyes look you over hungrily. You’re surprised he follows orders so well after all he’s a powerful figure that bows to no one. It looks like he doesn’t care about that if he can get his dick wet.

Jeongguk strokes his cock with his big hands spreading the precum all around as you get closer and closer. He’s more than ready. You straddle his hips positioning yourself over him one hand moves your panties to the side for quick access. You sit slowly swallowing him inch by inch until he’s buried deep. Jeongguk throws his head back when you slowly circle your hips testing out the stretch.

“Did you have sex before?” To be honest it feels like a ridiculous question to ask him but with his inexperience showing it makes you feel that way. You doubt he had a healthy relationship with a woman before so it wouldn’t be a surprise if he hadn’t had sex before.

“No. You’re the first.” Jeongguk moans deeply when you tighten around him suddenly. You can hardly believe that you can be the first to fuck him.

Technically he’s your first too but you’re not going to tell him that. He would like it too much. Thanks to your big dildo that you practised on for years you have no difficulty taking him.

A part of you likes it. Everyone keeps nagging you about when will you get a boyfriend. You were never good at keeping up with a relationship you didn’t want to make an effort to keep it and now with him, you don’t think he will care how much effort you put in. Even if you wanted to you had a feeling it would be nearly impossible to get rid of him.

He said so himself he’s not going to let go of his object of desire until there’s nothing left of it.

You start moving and panting as you extort yourself by bouncing on his lap with this angle he hits all the right spots that you can’t stop even when your thighs start to ache. Yet you push through the ache and ride him like you mean it. You should do some sports as you’re getting tired too soon. Jeongguk helps you with his hands lifting you by the hips and slamming you down on his cock. He trusts up into you for extra measure and that makes it super deep as he pounds into you. He’s going to cum soon.

His virgin cock fills you up to the brim with his cum but he doesn’t let up once he cums he pushes through the oversensitivity not stopping until you cum too. His thumb rubs your clit in fast circles while his hips flex and shove his cock deep inside with fast precise thrusts until you cream around him.

You move your panties to cover your pussy again and try to ignore the feeling of his cum oozing out. You help Jeongguk clean up as well using a lot of tissues to clean up the mess that he has on his desk and chair. The last thing you need to fix is his hair while you like it touseled like this you need to make sure no one knows you two just fucked.

There’s still an hour left until everyone clocks out.

“I guess this would do.” You look over him one more time except for his swollen lips he looks good. His hair and clothes are perfectly in order. Your finger swipes over his lower lip trying to clean the remains of your lipstick when you hear a knock.

Contemplating what to do you decide it’s best if you just remain there standing by his side.

Jeongguk clears his throat and tells the person to come in when you nod. “S-Sorry for disturbing you. I’m here to hand in my report.”

It’s the new blonde girl that entered the company not long ago. She tries to hide her desire for her boss but she does a poor job at that. If she didn’t show a strong face of fear she could be the one now with his cum dripping down your legs. However, Jeongguk finds her uninteresting. Fear is boring. He likes you now and everyone around him is just a passing figure.

“Oh, Y/N, you’re here too. Sorry boss, I didn’t know you had someone here. Then excuse me.” She bows and leaves quickly. Thankfully she doesn’t seem to think you standing next to him is weird.

You release a huge breath that you were holding back the entire time in fear of getting caught.

“I guess I have to go back to my seat too.” Unsure what to do you decided to just do more work before you let your thoughts run wild. You agreed to be somewhat his girlfriend but not at the same time so you’re confused about what you two are at the moment.

The entire situation is fucked up.

“No. Stay here until I finish my work.” Jeongguk pulls you to sit on his lap but you’re worried that his cum dripping out of you will stain his pants so you want to stand up but he doesn’t let you.

“I- I need to clean up.” You try again but he holds you against his chest firmly by a hand around your waist. His other flipping through some reports.

“I don’t want you to be where I can’t see you.” This man, can someone grow this obsessed so soon? Or maybe he is always transfixed on one thing and now that one thing is you. You barely know anything about this man but you will have all the time to learn.

“If you let me go clean up I will go home with you.” You can use this as a bargain chip if you don’t he might even try to kidnap you and make you stay in his house without ever letting you leave.

“Okay. Come back soon.” You can taste yourself on his tongue. Reality starts to sink in as you let Jeongguk kiss you needily.

After you clean up in the bathroom you take a look at your reflection. Not that long ago you dried your tears and fixed your make-up thinking that you were going to quit and now look at you. Your neck is forming bruises and you have your boss’ cum in you. Things changed fast.

After that, you went back just like you promised and sat on his lap while he reviewed reports until working hours. He occasionally kissed your neck as he worked dividing his attention. This might be the first time in weeks you don’t have to work overtime as he drives you to his condo. He held your hand which is a nice romantic gesture but you have an inkling he was just holding it knowing that you can’t run away.

His house is in pristine condition it looks like one of the model houses you see in a magazine. It doesn’t feel like someone is living here, no family pictures or any personal items in his space. The fridge is also empty. It didn’t look like he was cherishing good childhood memories. Usually, a home is filled with pictures but he doesn’t have any.

“Do you really live here?” Half a day ago you wouldn’t dare to speak to your boss this way but you realised that you have no reason to fear him anymore. Jeongguk hides his face in the crook of your neck smelling you again.

“Hmn.” He answers while hugging you from the back. It will take a while to get used to this new side that you see.

“There’s nothing here to eat.” You close the fridge with a dissatisfied frown. You’re famished after skipping dinner to write that report and now there’s nothing here to eat. Not even a single orange. The fridge is absolutely empty except for five bottles of sparkling water.

“I mostly order takeout.” You roll your eyes but fish out your phone from your pockets. You can order from your favourite restaurant.

“What do you want to eat…uh, Jeongguk?” You hesitate for a moment before you cautiously call out his name. It’s past working hours so technically he’s not here as your boss and you’re in his house and already fucked which is already unprofessional enough that calling his name wouldn’t be that big of a deal.

“Anything is fine.” You nod noting that he doesn’t seem to mind you calling out his first name. You dial the right number and tell the server your order, and you decide on pizza. You try your hardest not to mess up your order as Jeongguk decides to stop waiting and pepper kisses all over your neck forming new hickeys and kissing over the forming ones. You will need a lot of make-up to hide this tomorrow. He didn’t really take your resignation so you think you still have your job at the company.

“S-Stop it, the food will be here soon.” The protest dies on your tongue as he fondles your breasts over your clothes. He kisses you passionately like he didn’t get to fuck you just hours ago.

“I can be quick.” You don’t need much more convincing as you spread your legs for him. He doesn’t waste time removing your underwear and spreads your pussy with two fingers. It feels good when he licks the bud flicking his tongue over it before he wraps his perfect lips around your clit and sucks. Your legs shake as he keeps licking your hands tangle into his hair pulling when he pushes his tongue into you.

Jeongguk moans and breaths hardly into you as you keep pulling his hair the sharp pain in his scalp goes straight to his cock. His face gets wet with your arousal as you keep squirming running from the pleasure. He doesn’t let you get away he holds you open with both hands on either side of your thighs using only his wet tongue to bring you bliss.

It's obscene how his brows furrow in concentration and his mouth makes that wet sound relentlessly licking and rolling his tongue until your orgasm washes over you and you cum all over his mouth.

Jeongguk made sure you finished before the food arrived.

You both scarfed down the food in ten minutes before he showed you his bedroom and laid you down on it.

He had the stamina to keep you up all night with his cock buried in your heat. You had work the next day but you were sure your boss wouldn’t scold you if you were late this time.

You felt invincible after becoming Jeongguk’s secretary no one dared to grab you or say anything rude to you after they witnessed Jeongguk’s anger everyone knew in the company that you had him wrapped around your finger. No one dared to approach you as Jeongguk is a possessive lover. The men hated you and the women loved you as you made their jobs easier after getting rid of the people who harassed the female staff. Jeongguk would fire everyone in a heartbeat if you said so.

At first, you were afraid if you could keep up his interest but his obsession never faded.

There’s this blonde again. You can tell what she’s thinking in that little head of hers. It was obvious from the start that she wanted Jeongguk but apparently, he only wants you. No matter how hard she tries to flutter her lashes or wear revealing clothes he doesn’t care.

She comes in to hand in a report trying to impress him with her work but fails when he doesn’t react.

Getting annoyed by her relentless tries to seduce your boyfriend you decide to end her delusions once and for all.

You sit down on Jeongguk’s lap as he flips through her report for a moment he looks surprised you normally don’t initiate contact when someone is in his office but he doesn’t mind it as he always craves your touches and attention. His hand is holding you to him by placing it on your stomach. You even relax into his body and lay against him with your head right under his chin. She can’t say a single thing but her face is turning red as you kiss his cheek. Jeongguk smiles at your cuteness but his eyes remain on the report.

He wants to read it as soon as possible so that woman would leave and he can have you all to himself.

“He’s mine.” You mouth to her.

She glares at you but once Jeongguk rejects the report and tells her to fix it by this afternoon without looking at her she accepts defeat and leaves the two of you alone. You swear there are tears in her eyes as she leaves in a hurry.

“You’re hot when you’re jealous baby.” You thought that he didn’t realise your little exchange as he was glued to the report but it seems nothing can escape him when it comes to you.

“Of course, no one can touch what is mine.” You smile into the kiss swallowing his wanton moans as you palm him over his pants.

Usually, he’s all over you but this time you decide to show him how much you appreciate his sole obsession.

[beneaththebirches]

Seafoam Green

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Female!Reader

Summary: Rafe and the reader meet at Midsummer and continue their most recent naughty shenanigans.

A/n: Just a reminder this is a repost from my original account @sublimecatgalaxy! Love you all!

Midsummer is the same every year.

Loud music, drunk adults, bored teenagers wandering around, stealing sips of parents drink when they're not looking, too enthralled in conversations of wealth and status with others.

The whole night is just a fun excuse to get dressed up and pretty, an excuse to make people look at you with wide, intrigued eyes- it's like the one night of the year where girls can be princesses without strange looks. Pretty but dainty diamond tiara's, flowing dresses, a sneak peak underneath for those you end up going home with.

My dress is green, his favorite color, a dash of silver and green on my eyelids, sparkling under the twinkling lights just enough to get the attention of who I want.

It's been all night and he's yet to notice me from across the room but I've noticed him; black suit, a pale green shirt underneath, his hair swooped to the side in a calculated way and it makes me feel drawn to him, like a moth to a flame.

When he notices me, he looks around- almost to see if anyone's watching- before he approaches me with a kind smile, eyes dipping down the front of my dress, giving me a once over as his cheeks blush an auburn red.

"You look stunning." He smiles, holding his hand out to me which I gladly take, slipping my hand into his as he leads me away from the bar and to the wooden floor where, mostly, the older people dance. He pulls me flush against him with a grin, hand slipping down my exposed back and I instinctually wrap my arms around his neck, securing myself to him.

"You look good too, Rafe." I soothe my hands down the front of his suit and he grins, hands gripping my waist as we wander slowly throughout the dance floor, skilled and untouched by the laughing couples around us. Like it's only us.

"We matched." He smiles, pinching the fabric of my dress as I give him a simple knowing nod, shoulders shrugging.

"I'm smarter than you think I am." He grins wickedly at the confident smirk that I give him and he bends me back over his arm, dipping me skillfully without wobbling in the slightest.

"You're more beautiful that you think you are." His eyes seem to be fixated on the ways that my lips spread out into a bashful smile, tongue sweeping out to wet my lips as I lift myself to his ear, whispering quietly so only he can hear me.

"I just thought you would like to know that I’m not wearing any underwear right now." His body turns to stone against mine, hands stalling momentarily from the sweet circles he was drawing into my skin with his thumbs and I feel a rush of confidence wash over me as I lower myself back down to my heels. "Do what you must with this information."

"Come with me." He says without another word, gripping my hand and dragging me past both of our parents and into the building. I can already see the bathroom in view and know what this means, nervous butterflies swarming in my stomach at the thought of feeling him. "I want you to bad." He mutters, shoving the door open with a bang and locking the door after giving the bathroom a once over as we finally find ourselves alone. "Sit down." He orders and my brows furrow, not sure why I would have to be sitting down for him to fu-

"What're you-" I start but he forces me down into the seat without looking up into my eyes, his whole body lowering in front of me so he can kneel on the ground between my thighs, hands already working on pushing up the fabric of my dress as it dawns on me what he wants. He's never done this for me before.

"Bend your legs, sweetheart." He pats my thighs gently and I do what he says, not in the mood to argue and give him any push back when he's look up at me like that, eyes full of excited lust as he whispers against the sensitive skin of my thighs. "Fuck, you're so beautiful."

[short-honey-badger]

Peppermint Tea 13

Another part so soon! I'm on a roll and already have start the next couple chapters! I hope you enjoy. This was was just kinda indulgent.

Warnings! SMUT! Mihawk knows what he is doing with his tongue. Fingerfucking. Kissing. Some dirty talk. Mihawk is a pervert.

Masterlist

It is 29 days later, you know, because that's how long ago you planted your strawberries, when you decide that you are tired of beating around the bush. Sure, the two of you kissed, and Dracule liked to touch you and explore you, but ever since that one delightful morning, the well-groomed man never went very far. He always pulled away at the last second when you were just on the verge of begging him for more. You were sick of waiting for Mihawk to make the first move, but you definitely weren't brave enough to make it yourself. 

So that left you having a conversation with him. One that made you embarrassed just to think about. Dracule had phoned earlier that day, the snail phone was the best gift he'd ever given you, and let you know that he would be arriving soon, so you had at least two hours before he got here.

The bedroom was first on your list. It needed a good cleaning, and that would take the longest. Time was running out by the time you finished fluffing the quilts and pillows, and you dashed to the bathroom to wash and shave in the appropriate areas. You knew what you wanted and had to be prepared for it. 

You are still wrapped up in a towel when you hear the front door open, and Hank gives a happy woof to the only man who can just waltz inside your home. You curse yourself for not remembering to grab any clothes and peek out the door of the bathroom. Just as you are trying to creep to the bedroom across the small hallway, a looming shadow blocks the light, and you are caught in a yellow-eyed gaze. 

“Catch you at a bad time, Snow Angel?” Dracule teases with a mean twist of his lips. You blush and quickly retreat to the bedroom, but the warlord is right on your tail. 

“I was trying to finish up before you got here,” you tell him as Mihawk follows you inside and shuts the door behind him. You round the bed, putting the queen-size between the two of you. “You are early.” 

The warlord scoffs, “I am never late or early, Darling. I always arrive precisely when I mean to,” he eyes you from over the bed, and you gulp when you see his gaze darken a shade, “And what a treat it is to arrive home to see you in nothing but a towel.” 

The word home catches in your brain, leaving you stalling a bit. He's said it once or twice before, and it always leaves you a mess. How can he call this place home so casually when Dracule himself has told you that the sea has been his home for most of his life? It left you reeling every time you realized how much you mean to him. How much he meant to you. 

A warm hand landing on your arm knocks you from your thoughts, and you jerk your head up to see Dracule giving you a look of concern. You smile at him, feeling bold in his boat of playfulness. 

“Maybe you should take it off?” You suggest and are treated with the rare sight of taking Mihawk by surprise. His eyes widen, and you watch in fascination as his golden eyes turn molten. A mean smirk curls his mouth at the side. 

“Is that what you want? Do you want me to touch you, sweet thing? Do you want me to show you all the ways I could make you come?” Dracule snarls the filthy words, pushing himself closer to you at the end of every question. Mihawk expects you to back down at his aggression, at showing you how much he desires to have you, to taste you.

A whine leaves your throat, and your hands grasp the edges of the long coat that Dracule still wears. It isn’t often that your warlord stayed dressed in his rather flashy regalia, and it made you ache all the more for the pirate. You force your thoughts into order and lock eyes with his molten gaze. You need him to know that you are being truthful, “I have been wanting you to touch me for a long time, Mihawk. I just didn’t know how to ask.”

The warlord is quiet as he searches your eyes for any hint of uncertainty. When he finds none, Dracule takes a half step back, and his voice is rough when he speaks.

 “Lay on the bed, on your back,” Mihawk orders and looks down at you under the wide brim of his hat. He looks dangerous like this, and you are reminded that Dracule is so much stronger than you are. He clicks his tongue when you take a beat too long, “Don’t keep me waiting, Angel.” 

You turn to hop up on the bed, shimmying back so that your head lies against the pillows. A shiver wracks your body, and you swallow harshly when Dracule follows you up. He rests on his knees, and you can’t help how your devil fruit reacts when he reaches for the edges of your towel. It’s one thing for Mihawk to see your upper half, you liked when he laved your breasts with attention, but he has never seen you naked before. 

“Relax, sweet thing,” Dracule rumbles above you and leans down so that he can kiss your brow, “I will stop when you ask me.” 

“Okay,” you whisper and sigh heavily when you take a deep breath and relax into the bed. Dracule kisses your cheek, and then he pulls away to take hold of your towel, easing it away from where you have it tucked around you. A low, pleased sound escapes him when you are revealed to him. 

“Beautiful, every inch of you,” Mihawk praises and then proceeds to pinch your left nipple. You hiss at the prick of pain, though a soft groan follows when he rubs your sensitive nub between his thumb and forefinger. His other hand follows the curve of your body down to your hip where he rubs gentle circles there, and you relax further into the bed, eyes fluttering closed as you give up control of the situation to Dracule. 

Mihawk soaks in every reaction you have to his touch. He experiments, smoothing his hands up and down your body, seeing what you enjoy best. When you like it soft, and when you like when he gets a little rougher. He scoots down, ringed eyes raking down your body until he spies the apex of your legs and the neat thatch of hair that hides your most sensitive parts away. 

The warlord grasps your legs and lifts them from the bed. He gently opens your legs, pushing them up so that your feet rest on the bed and your knees sway in the air. Mihawk kisses your knee, smoothing his calloused hands down your thighs, and curls one around the inside of your leg, keeping you spread for him. 

Frost has begun to creep up your legs, and the cold of your devil fruit and the heat that Dracule puts off make every unexpected touch feel like a live wire against your skin. One hand moves to skate down your leg and dusts the frost away.

“I’ve got you, Darling,” Mihawk croons above you, and then his middle and ring fingers are sliding through the folds of your cunt. Your eyes fly open and you look up only to lock eyes with the entranced look that the warlord sports. He looks in a trance as he gently rubs his fingers back and forth, humming in content when slick gathers on them. 

You watch, eyes tracking his hand, as Dracule brings those two fingers up to his mouth and wraps his lips around them. He cleans his fingers and gives you such a lewd grin afterward that you have to look away from him. Who knew that such a sophisticated man was such a pervert?

There isn’t much time to think about it, not when Mihawk slides those same fingers back through your folds, stroking you in a perfect rhythm that has you arching off the bed. 

Dracule's other hand holds you down, making sure you stay still for this, and crooks his middle finger, slowing to a stop. He had made sure to get you significantly wet just for this, and he sighed in delight when he sank his digit inside of your throbbing hole. Your pussy sucks him down to the last knuckle, so wet from slick and his saliva that it is an easy stretch. 

You suck in a sharp breath at the intrusion. It doesn’t hurt. You’ve touched yourself before, but having someone else do it is an entirely new feeling of bliss. You whine when Dracule begins a slow pace, and it isn’t long before he is pressing his ring finger in along with the other. Pleasure builds, and you lose yourself, hips rutting against his hand as heat coils tight in your stomach.

Mihawk’s thumb suddenly catches your clit and the sharp press against the over sensitive button has you hiss his name as you come, walls clenching around his fingers and you see spots with how hard you've clenched your eyes. 

Dracule smirks, satisfaction curling hot in his chest. His cock aches in his pants, and he longs to shuck them off and slip inside your inviting warmth. But he holds himself back, instead gently pulling his fingers from your fluttering cunt and sticking them right back in his mouth to clean off. 

“Is that all you want, Dear One?” Mihawk murmurs above you and dips to press his cheek to your own, lips ghosting over your ear as he speaks, “Or do you want more?” 

While he waits, Mihawk presses chaste kisses and sucks gentle hickies along your skin, the hand on your hip rubs soothing circles there, occasionally dipping down to touch your swollen clit teasingly. 

You roll your head, lips seeking his in a kiss that is more tongue and teeth than anything else. Dracule licks into your mouth, spit leaking down your chin as the messy kiss continues. You shift your hips, making his hand fall between your legs, and you break the kiss long enough to plead for more. 

“Don't stop, Dracule, please.” 

The warlord doesn't need to be told twice. He kisses you one last time before sliding down and taking a nipple between his teeth. His thumb finds your clit and presses harsh half circles into it, sending shocks through your body. Your hands find his hair, weaving through the dark locks and scraping your nails along his scalp. Mihawk growls low in his throat at the blunt pain, and bites your nipple in retaliation. 

You yelp and send a glare down at him, but Dracule is already soothing the hurt with a sweet lap of his tongue that has you sighing. He moves to the other nipple, giving it the same attention as the first before he shuffles further, trailing a hot line of kisses down past your navel. You open your eyes, licking your lips when you realize how far he's moved down. 

“What,” you swallow harshly, “What are you doing?” 

The look you receive is one of pure want, his ringed eyes blazing as they lock with your own, “I want to taste you, sweet thing. I've not had my fill of you quite yet.” 

The sound that leaves your throat is a mix of a squeak and a moan, and you drop your head back to the pillow, “O-okay,” you stutter out. You weren't about to argue with him. 

Dracule smirks and presses a kiss right below your belly button, and then down he goes. He shoulders your thighs open, and then looks up to watch your expression when he lolls his tongue out and swipes the hot muscle along your puffy folds. He watches your mouth drop in a silent moan, hips stuttering in his hold as he does it again. 

Mihawk swirls his tongue, saliva pooling in his mouth and dripping down to join the slick clinging to your pussy. It's lewd, and messy, and your cheeks are on fire as you listen to the wet sounds of Dracule eating you out. 

You curse when his lips find your clit, nails digging into his scalp when Mihawk sucks on the nub, tongue lapping until you are jerking your hips and accidentally forcing his face in your cunt as you come. You hear him groan as you gush around his face, and you shake when you feel his tongue probe forward to lap at your hole, making sure not a drop of your essence was wasted. 

You release his hair, and when Dracule rises, the warlord looks thoroughly debauched. Slick and spit are smeared along his face, and his usual perfect facial hair has been mused this way and that. Mihawk looks devine like this, and arousal is already stirring in your gut, just looking at him. He wipes his mouth and then shuffles up the bed to lay beside you. 

Dracule pulls you into his arms, curling them around you and tugging until you lay splayed across him. He hums as your weight settles across him, hand sweeping into your hair to gently massage your scalp.

“Are you okay, dear one?” He asks quietly and peers down at you, yellow eyes seeming to glow in the low light of your bedroom. 

You nod easily, “Better than okay, Dracule,” you assure him and place a loving kiss on his chest. The two of you still needed to have an actual talk about this, but that could wait. The two of you would have plenty of time later. 

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[yeontaescumslut]

BATHROOM STALL ㅤㅤㅤ୧ ˳ ≛ ۫ ⌒ ⭑⭒

Pairing: Taehyun x Yeonjun x Reader

Genre: non - idol au, smut

Synopsis: beomgyu drags you to a party where ur f Genre: non - idol au, smut avorite boys are attending, things get steamy in the bathroom….they’re both there.

Warnings: Pet names, threesome, possessiveness, Public sex, oral sex, name calling

Word count: 1732

Authors note: Just a little something I did for fun i hope you enjoy! If enough request I’ll post pt2!

It was a normal Friday night for you, sitting at home reading your new Manga you picked up on your way home earlier that day. You had expected to lay in bed all night until you get a text from your best friend.

20 mins was definitely not enough time to get ready for the club, so you did your best to look as presentable as possible…especially since Taehyun would be there…you had always had a crush on him ever since you laid eyes upon him. That was 4 years ago, he was your best friends bandmate, but Taehyun wasn’t the only one of your best friends bandmatees you had eyes on. Yeonjun had always caught your eye, he was so unreal, his hair was as soft as cotton and his eyes stared so deep into your soul you couldn’t help but buckle at the knees every time he looked at you.

As you’re getting ready for the club you’re thinking about what would look best to Taehyun and Yeonjun, so you put on your shortest skirt and smallest top, you put your hair into a slick ponytail, with smoky makeup and your sexiest heels.

20 mins fly by and you receive the “I’m here” text from Beomgyu. You walk outside and see him in your driveway in his Range Rover. You hop in the front seat, buckle up and set your purse in the back seat. Beomgyu looks at you up and down “you look hot wow” he says. “Thank you Beom” you playfully roll your eyes at him and giggle. “Are the other boys already there?” You ask. “Yeah they got there a while ago.” Beomgyu says. About 5 minutes later you pull up to the

Valet of the club, Beomgyu gives his keys to the valet driver and walks around to open your door and help you out of the very tall car.

This club was extremely nice, nicer than you could afford, you’re lucky you’re here in the first place - your best friend was paying for everything. You and Beomgyu make your way into the club and spot the rest of the members standing at the bar ordering drinks, just as you walk up you can already tell Yeonjun is basically eye fucking you. He can’t keep his eyes off of you. You feel an arm wrap around you, you turn around to see Taehyun, he’s asking if you want a drink. You agree getting a coke and rum. “Naaah that’s not what we’re doing” Taehyun says “Get her a shot.”

Taehyun orders you and him a shot of vodka, the liquor he knows gets you the most drunk, as you and taehyun are taking your shots you can feel a stare coming from your peripherals. You slightly turn your head to get a glimpse. You see Yeonjun standing at the table behind you staring at you with jealousy in his eyes. You take advantage of this and start flirting with taehyun more, putting your arm around him, laughing at his jokes, pinching his cheeks, caressing his arms, anything you can to make Yeonjun even more jealous. As you’re laughing with taehyun you feel someone grab your arm and pull you away from the bar. You turn around to see Yeonjun dragging you to the dance floor - at this point you’re tipsy enough to not care so you just start dancing with him - more so grinding on him than dancing but he doesn’t mind. His hands are wrapped around your waist guiding your ass to meet with his hips. You both continue to dance for a few more songs when you get pulled away once again, at this point you have had more than too many drinks and didn’t care who you were dancing with at this point. You look up and it’s Taehyun who had drug you away from Yeonjun you start dancing on him like you did with Yeonjun, Taehyuns hands feeling every inch of your body as you throw your ass on him to the club music. Taehyun was biting his bottom lip as his hands were on your ass at this point. You reach your arms behind you and grab onto his neck- his hands wrap around to your stomach as you dance to the music some more.

Taehyun whispers in your ear “I’ll be right back kitten” you were too drunk to process what he just said to you so you kept dancing without a care in the world. A few minutes passed of you dancing alone when Taehyun finds you, grabs your hand and leads you away from the dance floor. “W-w- where are we going hyunie” you say in very slurred drunken speech. “Shhh you’ll see, trust me”. And that you do, you trusted Taehyun with your life. He’s leading you through the crowd of people dancing and talking and you follow his lead.

You’re following him blindly, when all of the sudden he leads you into a room…the bathroom. As soon as you enter the door you notice another figure in the bathroom. It was Yeonjun, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, he looks at you with lustfull eyes. Taehyun locks the door behind you. “Taehyun what are you doing?” You ask a little shocked. “I told you to trust me kitten..didn’t I” “Now be a good girl for Yeonjun”

Yeonjun walks over to you, “You think you could wear this slutty little outfit out in public and expect not to get fucked” You are now flush against the bathroom door, yeonjuns knee is now pressing into your heat. His arms above your head on the door, his face is inches away from yours, he’s looking at you with those same eyes…they look almost predatory, like he hunted his prey and is about to devour it. He removes his hand from the door and grabs you by the chin making you look him directly in the eyes. “Is this not what you wanted princess, didn’t you dress like this on purpose. To get us excited” You have nothing to say, you just gulp, loud enough for both boys to hear. “Tell me you want me. Now.” “I know you do pretty girl”

“I want you Yeonjun” At this point Yeonjun is rubbing his knee at your heat. You’re basically grinding his thighs and you don’t even realize it. You’re soaking wet. “We haven’t even started with you yet and you’re this wet princess” He says as his lips curl into a devilish smile.

You want to kiss him so bad, his plump velvet lips staring you right in the face. You bite your lower lip to try to contain the lewd sounds coming from your throat, but Yeonjun already noticed. He brings his thumb from your cheek to your bottom lip and gently slides his thumb across your lips, then slipping his thumb into your mouth. You let out a whimper as you see Yeonjun bite his lower lip, he slides his thumb in and out of your mouth leaving trails of saliva running down your chin.

“That’s a good girl, suck my thumb just like that”

“You like that huh”

“You’re such a slut, you want me and Taehyun one isn’t good enough for you is it”

Yeonjun signals to Taehyun to come over, you’re still pressed against the door, You’re too dizzy from Yeonjun finger fucking your mouth you can’t even tell what they’re talking about. Then you feel Yeonjun remove his fingers from your mouth leaving a trail of saliva. Just as you start to catch your breath Taehyun picks you up holding you by your ass which is completely out at this point, he sits you on the bathroom sink and stares you in the eyes

“Does the little kitten want me to kiss her?”

All you can think is how this is what you’ve dreamed about ever since you met him yet in this moment you can’t seem to form any words, you just nod at him.

“I’ll take that as a yes”

He grabs a handful of your hair from the back and pulls you closer to him, his lips finally meet yours, he doesn’t hesitate to make it rough and wet, your tongues are wrestling eachother slipping in and out of eachothers mouths. His hand reaches down inside of your top to play with your boobs, going from groping them one second to squeezing your nipples the next. You’re letting out whimpers and moans in the middle of sloppy kisses. His hand travels from your boobs to lifting up your skirt to play with your panty covered clit.

Taehyun picks you back up moving you from the bathroom sink to the wall, he has your back to the wall, still leaving sloppy kisses all over your mouth and neck. He stops for a moment and looks over at Yeonjun and gives him a signal. With your back pressed against the wall in Taehyuns arms Yeonjun comes underneath, he’s leaving messy wet kisses on your inner thighs, he then moves your panties to the side with one finger and licks your heat, gentle but meticulous knowing exactly what spots to hit, as he’s licking you feel a single digit at the entrance, Yeonjun slides his finger in your heat and pumps in and out.

Taehyun won’t let you get a word out, you can only hear your moans through the sloppy wet kisses from you and Taehyun. As Yeonjun is playing with your cunt taehyun starts to nibble at your earlobe and whispers…

“You like being our little slut don’t you”

“You want us to fuck you however we want right”

“Tell me you want my dick In you”

“Say it kitty”

“I want your dick in me tae” you moan so loud Taehyun has to put his fingers in your mouth to shut you up. Yeonjun finishs eating you out, Taehyun Carries you back over to the sink. He sits you on the sink. Pushes your skirt up, and spreads your legs.

Authors note pt.2 PLS GIVE FEEDBACK IT WOULD BE VERY APPRECIATED!!

[nathanbatemanfucker]

Kinktober 15: Against a Wall (& Voice Kink)

pairing: jonathan levy x reader

contents: 18+/NSFW/MINORS, professor kink

wc: 900ish

an: for my bestie who has always been by my side through everything and supported me always. i love you @honeybrowne

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You think about his voice all the time. If you try really hard, no matter where you are, sometimes you can hear him. And admittedly, it’s a little weird to be this enamored with one of your professors, but his voice is as soothing as it is erotic.

Closing your eyes and pretending he’s lecturing at you about something is helping you right now, in this shitshow of a bar. You were supposed to meet a hinge date here, but after sitting for 5 minutes…10…a whopping 40 with no reply, you’d gotten the message loud and clear.

Not wanting to explain to your roommate that you’d been stood up, you ordered a beer and some cheese fries but you soon regretted it as the space grew smaller as bodies packed in, louder as the night faded.

Jonathan’s— Professor Levy, you mean— voice felt like it was right your ear. Like he was calling your name over and over. Until you realize you weren’t trying to imagine him saying that. No you don’t have to imagine because when you open your eyes, he’s standing a few seats down at the bar, waving at you. When your eyes meet he smiles, and though you return it, you wish the floor would swallow you whole.

He makes his way to you, leaning in so he doesn’t have to shout, “This is a bit far out to be your scene, isn’t it?”

His scent is sinful, his voice so sweet in your ears and you swallow, fiddling with the hem of your skirt.

“Professor, hi, uh it’s good to see you.”

“It’s good to see you too,” He says earnestly, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiles. “I stopped in for a drink, are you here with some friends?”

“I— actually, well…it’s not important,” You can hardly get the words out, the feeling of embarassment compounding with your sadness about being stood up. You had hoped no one would witness it, and now he was here of all people.

Jonathan frowns, noticing the way you hesitate, the way your shoulder slump as you try to answer. Despite better judgement he fishes a few bills out of his pocket to leave on the counter, takes your hand and guides you through the crowd to a single stall bathroom.

Once inside he locks the door, turning to you with a concerned expression, “I know this isn’t much better, but at least the baseline is in the background. Are you alright? What’s happened?”

“I, er, we don’t have to talk about it. I was just leaving actually.”

He closes some of the distance between the two of you, eyes on you intently as he tries to read your expression, “When I saw you, you looked like you were about to cry. Tell me.”

“It’s stupid really,” You insist.

“Hey, it’s not stupid if it’s hurt you, sweetheart,” He suggests gently.

How many times have you imagined Jonathan’s rich voice saying something like that? It breaks down some of your walls, and you sigh, looking down at the ground.

“Some guy on hinge stood me up,” You mumble.

Jonathan’s heart breaks for you— you’ve been one of his favorites the entire semester. Smart, kind, witty…attractive. He can’t help himself as he cups your cheek and the surprised, innocent look on your face makes something stir inside him.

“He doesn’t know what he’s lost, does he?” He asks softly, thumb caressing the swell of your cheek.

“N-no.”

“No, he doesn’t,” He agrees, his nose coming to ghost against yours. He hesitates, his eyes fluttering shut, “Tell me no. Tell me to walk away.”

There’s no command in his voice, no honesty as he virtually begs for you to turn him away. But what there is rawness, a hunger in the deep timbre that you easily identify.

“I can’t,” You say honestly.

He leans away to give himself just enough space to remove his glasses, tucking them into his back pocket. “Why?”

“Because I don’t want to,” You whisper.

As soon as the words are out of your mouth he’s moving, pressing you into the wall and lifting you by your thighs in a way that makes your skirt lift, so that he can grind his clothed cock against the seam of your panties. He kisses you a million ways— soft, rough, messy, gentle. It grows depraved, the way he sucks on your tongue, the sound of your wetness as he grinds against you over and over.

He only breaks away when you both are breathless, sucking in a breath so he can say, “God, you are so fucking beautiful. I’ve thought about you so much.”

“Me too. Thought about you,” You say, running your hands through his messy hair.

“I know what you meant, honey. What do you think about?”

“You. Your voice. This,” You admit against his mouth.

He moans against you, a soft desperate little sound. “My voice? You think about me telling you how sweet you taste, how gorgeous you are pinned up against this wall while I grind against you?”

“Yes, professor,” You whine, pivoting your hips up against his, eager for more friction.

His hips still as he kisses his way down your neck, his beard brushing against your skin, “You say my voice, but listen to you, moaning and whining for me.”

“Jonathan, please,” You moan, begging him for more, for anything.

He gets his lips at your ear, and says lowly, “Let me take you home.”

“Yes.”

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[omghallucinations]

ateez mingi: time to ruin my life :)

my og impression of mingi's chart stands. can this kid. catch. a motherfucking bREAK?? holy shit bro. it was bad enough when i just knew about the fixed grand cross (with saturn and uranus and mars in there dude like, please, malefic your way to the door). but... 8TH HOUSE SUN??? GIRL???? 8TH HOUSE VIRGO VENUS SQUARE 12TH HOUSE PLUTO??? HONEY??? BABE???? BRO??????? i mean, sun and moon at home is very cute and he does have many positive placements and aspects (that 1st house neptune is cute for example) and all the squares are actually pretty positive long term imo but like, the baggage is so heavy.

god. my heart goes out to u mingi. i mean bright side he is a very compelling combination of talented magnetic and troubled, so. tender-hearted bad boy core?

fixed grand cross: my way or the highway we aren't going ANYWHERE

tbh i genuinely love a square. that aspect supplies energy. nothing gets done without a "hard aspect"--like if you were comfortable, why would you work to improve or change things? howmstever. there can be. too many squares. squares, like saturn, tend to really trade in Fear and Anxiety, and with saturn in mingi's Super Strong Square Factory... Anxiety. Very A Lot Anxiety. oohhhh mingi, honey, are u okay, i love you.

so mingi has a textbook grand fixed cross--see how that square goes all the way around? that's the "grand" in the grand cross. intense influx of energy but like... in fixed signs we're struggling.

we've got...

aquarius uranus "manic pixie dream girl" (14.45º) in the 2nd house

scorpio mars "she's cute but a psycho" (15.40º) in the 11th house

leo sun "ME! by taylor swift" (16.17º) in the 8th house

taurus saturn "have i done enough work to go home???" (16.48º) in the 5th house

(u know how those degrees are all very close? mingi's grand cross is not a "kind of" cross. people usually give a big orb to oppositions and squares, so lots of people might have this aspect kind of, but mingi, no. it's a strong ass cross. the biggest orb is 2º, and most of the other ones are less than 1º. cannot overestimate how important this cross is to his life)

as fixed signs, aquarius, scorpio, leo and taurus all think they're right in a major way and they are not willing to listen and learn, babe. a cardinal sign square or grand cross is very "i will turn this car around." a mutable grand cross is full ass lost. meanwhile fixed signs are stalled out at a random intersection bc they all want to go in different directions and they will not compromise. they're just sat there giving each other the silent treatment, for hours.

mingi feels really stuck sometimes. the fire is blazing away, but the walls are staying put. it creates a fixed idea of how things are, a relentless energy that can eat itself. terrified of losing security. strength becomes an identity. he can get super pissy bc who wouldn't be if they were stuck in all that? he's both 100% always sure he is right about everything and staggeringly aware of the multiplicity of life and that no one knows what truth is, since a grand cross has one of each element so the energy is split.

scorpio mars in the 11th his personal energy/drive to survive if u will 1) takes no prisoners and 2) gets supercharged in public spaces (11th house) like groups and friendships, but also with his goals and ideals.

there's an intellectual vibe to the 11th--it's associated with aquarius--so mingi probably has the ability to remove his emotions in certain situations in order to focus on his goals and making decisions and the bigger picture

(thinking about hongjoong prank telling them he was leaving and mingi immediately like, am i the leader now, while yunho is crying in the bathroom, that's scorpio mars in the 11th)

he's not unemotional--he has a cancer moon dude--but he does have the ability to compartmentalize and kind of be like, ah my intellectual toughness, u wouldn't understand,,

(until his emotions bust out of the cage and they're doing not fine)

mars in the 11th detaches itself a bit to survive--stows the emotions away for later so mingi can make hard decisions

the 11th house is ruled by mars, so that's a strong partnership and an amplifier

you can say co-ruled too, and if we run with that the other ruler is pluto in sagittarius in the 12th house--so he might be driven to act by his deep hidden sensitivity, nebulous guilt feelings or need for meaning. also his deep conviction he is right lol.

leo sun in the 8th well the sun is at home in leo, he can really shine and flourish in his identity with her--unless there are mitigating factors, it comes naturally to take the spotlight as a leo sun. and then uh, we add the 8th house! a strong goth scorpio flavor!

his #journey/search (sag rising) is about his identity (leo sun) and he's gotta do deep transformation (8th house) and um... he has to face some demons. hey demons it's me, ya boy energy

with the 8th house he's really gonna have to look at his own behaviors and choices and how he asserts his ego and like... figure out what's up with all that, psychologically

he has karmic stuff x 1000 with his many 4th, 8th and 12th house placements, so mingi is really sensitive to stuff--his ego (leo) will feel attacked whenever some unconscious possibly past life-y sore spot gets touched, and it's pretty unpredictable

(just between us bros, the 99z have insane and often touchy past life karmic connections so it's not surprising he's primed to be activated by a lot of different things)

the 8th house is ruled by the sun, who lives there, so the whole house gets a boost

the sun is in the jupiter decan, which is the middle part of leo basically, and that connects nicely to his sag rising--expansive, searching, tendency to run away??

(our first two planets in the square are personal/inner planets--they're energy that mingi produces in his personality easily. more outer planets tend to influence inner planets rather than vice versa (like mingi's saturn is working on his sun, his sun doesn't work on his saturn) so the way the squares and oppositions interact are gonna come in here.)

saturn in the 5th something in mingi's childhood felt suuuuper restrictive, like he had to be on guard all the time--home, school, society, whatever--and probably very focused on everything being practical and realistic and grounded (which a leo sun would hate, they live for the Drama).

it restricted his identity in a major way (saturn square leo sun)--that shit makes him self conscious as hell, he'll be fully Himself and vibing one minute and then the next he's like UGHHHHH whYYY am i too MUCH! and beat himself up over it

the 5th house is also the leo house which really doubles the sun-saturn connection--there's a certain amount of enforced practicality and possibly judgment in the way mingi expresses himself that is more learned than part of his personality

the 5th house is ruled by mingi's virgo venus in the 8th, which underscores that judgement quality. he's probably learned to be harsh on himself and others and value the appearance of things, the utility of things, the status quo, which conflicts super a lot with his aquarius uranus--he's learned to be critical to protect himself, but it sux also.

square 2nd house aquarius uranus--problems with authority!! sexy. hot. i am telling on myself too much with that lmao. point being: can't tell him shit. also he also feels lacking a lot--like he doesn't have enough to offer people or enough resources/ability to support what we wants to accomplish creatively or even what "authority people" will let him accomplish maybe? but this makes him want to work even harder--still there's a lingering inferiority feeling that bothers him a lot

opposite scorpio mars in the 11th--conform or be himself? go with the status quo or break free from the norm?? stay put and be safe or completely throw it off and transform himself? fight to the death for his ideals or keep it casual and restrained? big questions!! he probably bounces back and forth between these 2 extremes and it might startle the people around him lmao. one minute he is a rebel without a cause the next minute he wants to conform so bad (for safety). confusing!!

(just let him bounce between the extremes lmao, listen no one is gonna be able to help him find balance here he has to do it himself. this man is so stubborn it's insane. if you tell mingi not to do something he will almost always immediately do it)

aquarius uranus in the 2nd loves to dismantle the system, and the 2nd house is your resources. yeah money is part of it, but it's all resources. mingi might want to like, blow everything up and start over, on some level, but also he clings onto his resources (possessions, people, ideas) for fear of losing them. his values are different from conventional values and he is naturally rebellious against the status quo. also he probably wants to be super self-reliant, so he doesn't ask for help much!!

his resources might fluctuate really intensely over his life--yes, money, but also personal and professional support, personal energy reserves, mental health, all that

he's very aware that he's a unique guy, and he values that difference--the manic pixie weirdo planet is part of his resources as well as affecting them

square scorpio mars in the 11th... 😏 ok it's not actually like super sexy of a placement inherently it's just hot to me, ok!! absolute tons of energy, courage, drive, ability to make tough choices other people usually can't but the energy is super unpredictable and you, again, cannot tell him what to do

there is.... also with the opposition to 8th house.... a lot of sexual energy. and um. creativity? and sensuality? ha ha. anyway. also he may be accident prone.

aquarius is co-ruled by uranus and saturn--uranus is at home and in the mercury decan, which makes communication really important--also very changeable. he might unexpectedly open up and spill all his secrets one day and then clam the hell up the next. and saturn is really getting in uranus's business, huh. it also just continues to bold the influence of his square, since it connects these two again. mingi really feels the burden of Society and the expectations to conform

opposite leo sun his ego and identity is destined for some real intense self-development and transformation, baby!!! the 8th house is already transformation and uranus is gonna supercharge it

also this gives very "bed rot schedule" to me, like uranus opposite the sun is now u see me, now u don't. i think mingi probably needs periodic times to be completely alone in order to like... process all of the stuff he's learned about himself

his uranus is retrograde, which speeds up the urgency--uranus always wants to break free (.mp3) and individuate but with a retrograde uranus that impulse is much stronger. if mingi doesn't figure out who he is apart from societal standards, uranus is gonna force it on him somehow.

uranus conjunct south node--past life stuff babe. he might have subconscious past life situations that fuel a fear of rejection--whatever makes him try to suppress his difference and conform for safety purposes. fear of being shunned kind of thing. it's hard for him to like, fully commit to being himself.

oooh girl, virgo venus in the 8th house square pluto in the 12th 👀

mingi... 100% compatibility with toxic relationships. honey. babe. oh, it's BAD. 😭 he really puts up with shit he should not. he 1000% is like "i love passion" when him and his partner fight constantly about everything and they both cry all the time and then they kiss in the rain one time and mingi's like, u wouldn't understand, this is true love.

like. virgo and venus are not compatible. and then his venus is retrograde. this can be fine. my venus is retrograde. sometimes it's not a big deal it just means things take a while in this part of life. but with everything else going on here... GIRL.

venus retrograde--he's kind of destined to get things wrong for a while before things go right. also life really wants him to figure out his alternative lifestyle (whatever that is) lmao

virgo venus-- well she is... practical??? realistic??? very acts of service???? but um. mingi gets in his own way a lot. he is very Anxiety and nitpicks himself and others out of fear. u know "perfect is the enemy of the good"? that was written for virgo because wow does she need to hear it. mingi cannot relax. he is constantly freaking out and in crisis. (babe!!! 🥺) and crisis is kind of virgo's whole ... thing....

venus in the mercury decan -- ... anxiety. sorry buddy. also he really needs to communicate with his partner and with people in general.

venus in the 8th house--oh mingi wants to like, swap vials of blood on the first date. jk. unless...? i mean he needs a very intense feeling of commitment. mingi is insanely loyal and he expects his partner or partners to be too.

8th house and 12th house both love like. karma. transformation. black holes in the spiritual body. complexes and prophecies or something. occult shit.

8th house 😍 power and death and masochism as a treat 12th house😍 disappearing into an alternate dimension

u know??

with pluto in the 12th, mingi has some real escapist tendencies. maybe he should be careful about like... substances??? especially with neptune in his 1st house??? ha ha??? anyway.

pluto in the 12th means that the Spirit Vibes of humanity plugged into the mingi outlet and now he's downloading all these files that aren't his. um. was that too insane of a simile? i mean pluto in the 12th can really give you the Depression and the Weight of Human Suffering

on some level mingi might feel Responsible for all sorts of shit that's not on him, and he's gonna have to find Higher Meaning in life in a major way in order to feel fulfilled (as a sag rising too)

but pluto square venus.. well. potential for butterfly meme "is this toxic relationship the meaning i've been searching for?"

bright side!!!! both pluto and venus are also chatting to jupiter, mingi's chart ruler.

pluto quincunx jupiter is like an intrusive thought lmao. mingi's kind of harsh pluto disagrees with his cute 4th house jupiter, they're in constant conflict. his idealism basically and his optimism don't agree with his Vague Feelings of Terror and Guilt.

however he can harness the Power of pluto to intensify his I'm Right (philosophically) energy (not necessarily a pro ha hahaha)

taurus jupiter is on a constant, slow and steady quest for meaning and knowledge and she's gonna gain more and more over mingi's lifetime--all this niggling past life stuff harshes his mellow but also agrees that it really wants him to find meaning and dismantle said past life stuff

jupiter is strongly trine venus, so they are loving each other. this is very cute and adorable. people really like mingi! he's fun and enthusiastic! shit often pays off for him! there is a kernel of optimism in his heart that never dies!

since jupiter is his chart ruler, i think when people meet mingi they might experience both of these--like being strongly endeared by him, and also sensing kind of a darkness or a lostness in him too.

lilith conjunct ascendant

mingi is very alluring to people (sex appeal off the charts) but he fears they may Only Want Him for His Body, u know what i mean. he very easily uses his sexual magnetism and sometimes thinks it is like,.. his only weapon i guess? but he also fears that's all people want from him. he may go cold on people randomly bc of this. however he's suuuuper magnetic and charismatic, people probably get jealous of him easily and also often read him wrong.

lilith in sagittarius--he can be really reckless and not see how much he is fully running wild and making his loved ones worry sometimes

lilith in the 1st house, in general-- his moods REALLY affect the people around him and he doesn't realise this. i also have this placement and the other day i was cranky and i was like, huh wait are my terrible vibes really exuding out of me accidentally because i had recently thought about lilith in the 1st house and then i realized that i fully was exuding bad vibes so hard that everyone around me couldn't help but feel weird and i could tell they felt weird! i truly did not know that this was happening i thought i was just Keeping To Myself. this is something mingi does too. he can either fill the room with Happy Positive Energy or he can make everyone go like ... ooooh uh-oh. trainee mingi? i think a lilith in the 1st gives some amount of scorpio rising energy. you'll retreat from people and self-isolate and then maybe blame others for that too.

cancer moon in the 7th house

ok i did a write-up of all of ateez cancer moons already but i wanna connect that here bc of mingi's aforementioned relationship issues--he has a 7th house moon so he really feels the need to connect with others and have that reflected back. adorably, yunho also has a 7th house moon, stop that's so cute aughhhh.

man. what a chart and i didn't even get into his 29 degree cancer mercury or his chiron conjunct juno in the 11th house!!!

mingi... hats off to you bud. that's a lot going on. however, again, tons of potential here bc his chart is forcing him to deal with his shit, yay! does it feel good in the moment? absolutely not!!! but end result wisdom and strength so idk??? man this is a heavy load though. mingi has to do a lot of karmic untangling. bright side he really is so magnetic and compelling and has a ton of ability??

my heart hurts!!! i love him!! i gotta GO!!!

[hurtmyfavsthanks]

Febuwhump 2024 Day 1: Helpless

Content warning: young whumpee/caretaker. Not intended to be minors but could easily be read as such.

Five days after Whumpee went missing, Caretaker got a text from their phone number. It was simple, direct. An address, instructions to arrive alone, a threat of what would happen if they didn’t comply.

A picture of Whumpee, head pulled back by their hair, exposing a tearstained, bloodied face. 

Caretaker had been out of the door before they could think. 

And that’s how Caretaker found themselves sitting in their mom’s car at 2 am, parked in front of the shadiest motel they’d ever seen.  It was dimly lit, with only the palest glow and the flickering ‘OPEN’ sign to give any hint it wasn’t abandoned. Even from the outside, the place looked dirty, like their fingers would come back black if they touched anything.  

It looked like the sort of place where a mystery bloodstain was simply covered up with a cheap rug, where some bastard could drag in a hogtied captive without causing a scene. And Whumpee was there. 

 Caretaker’s hands shook as they gripped the steering wheel, their knuckles white. They swallowed thickly, begging the panicked thumping in their chest to slow. It didn’t.

It took Caretaker an eternity to build the courage to leave their car. They felt exposed once they did. They all but ran down the rows of doors, not taking long to find the one they’d been ordered to enter. They found themselves frozen in front of it for a long moment.

Everything in them demanded they turn back. Every sense of logic said they were over their head, that this was dangerous. Their legs were jelly beneath them, anxiety threatening to bring them to their knees. The thought of Whumpee, bound and gagged and terrified, was the only thing allowing Caretaker to stand.

 They couldn’t back out now. They had to do something, they were the only one who could. 

Caretaker brought a shaking fist to the door and knocked once, twice, three, four times, just like Whumper had ordered. Each knock rang like a gunshot in their ears. 

The silence that followed was deafening. Each second felt like an eternity, time moving at a snail’s pace. The darkness around them was suffocating, and they couldn’t help but feel phantom eyes on them. They flitched at every noise, expecting Whumper to jump out at them from the shadows at any moment. 

They nearly screamed when they heard a chuckle from behind the door. “I can practically hear your knees shaking out there. Come in, and close the door behind you.”

Caretaker obeyed. For a moment, they felt relieved to be out of the darkness. That feeling left only a moment later, the fear of being exposed replaced with the fear of being cornered. Caretaker tried to swallow the fear, standing stall despite feeling so, so small. 

Their eyes locked on the figure lounging on the bed. They looked…unbothered, relaxed, arms comfortably folded over their middle as they leaned against the backboard. There was a lazy confidence that stood in stark contrast to the tension running through every one of Caretaker’s cells. It put Caretaker’s teeth on edge. 

Neither of them spoke. Whumper seemed satisfied to sit in silence, a lazy smirk on their face. Caretaker’s tongue felt paralyzed in their mouth. 

They forced their eyes to leave Whumper for a moment, quickly taking stock of the room. It wasn’t the torture dungeon they feared. It was an old, cheap motel. Yellowing wallpaper, a carpet the color of a filthy mop, and the smell of mothballs. It looked entirely normal.

Their heart stopped at what they didn’t see.

The room was small. The bathroom and closet door were wide open, giving Caretaker view of every inch of the space. There was nowhere a person could be hiding. There was nobody else there. 

Caretaker heart stopped. “What–you said…where’s Whumpee?! You said you’d let them go if I came!”

“They’re not here, and I never said they’d be; I said they’d be safe if you came,” Whumper shrugged, as if their words weren't tearing a hole though Caretaker's chest. “You came, and so they’re safe. For now.”

Their words felt like a slap to the face. Whumpee wasn’t here. They weren’t here, and that fact drained whatever strength that’d allowed Caretaker to confront Whumper in the first place. Suddenly, they didn’t feel like they were coming to save their friend. They didn’t feel like they were brave, that they were doing the right thing. They felt like a defenseless rabbit caught in a trap.

Panic, animalistic and untainted with any sense of duty, flooded Caretaker’s veins so rapidly that it nearly knocked them off their feet. They were alone, miles away from home, standing in a room with a known kidnapper. Nobody was coming for them, nobody even knew where they were. 

Caretaker’s stomach dropped. They took a step back—

“Walk out that door, and the police will be ‘finding’ Whumpee scattered around half the city for the next month.” 

–and froze in place, too terrified to do anything else. 

Whumper didn’t need to move to stop Caretaker in place. Their words felt like a pin holding Whumpee in place. Underneath their lazy posture, underneath the almost amused expression, there was something sharp, something that drained the bravery from Caretaker’s veins. 

“Now here's what you're going to do. First, you’re going to get any silly ideas about playing the hero out of your head,” they gestured to Caretaker’s side. Caretaker flinched. “Then you’re going to drop whatever toy you brought with you.”

Instictually, Caretaker’s hands moved to cover their left pocket. They realized too late how stupid that was. “I don’t–I, I didn’t bring anything…” they could only mutter, eyes dropping to the floor.

Whumper raised an eyebrow. “Are we really going to do this? They always bring something. Maybe your dad’s gun, a knife from your old kitchen set, something. Don’t waste my time. Drop it.”

For the briefest of moments, the idea of fighting flashed in their mind. But their hands felt clammy and uncoordinated at their sides. Even if they brought out their weapon, they weren’t sure if they’d be able to do anything with it. They couldn’t stop shaking.

Whumper’s eyes didn’t leave Caretaker for a moment, and the eye contact alone nearly brought Caretaker to tears. They watched, frozen, as Whumper’s hand reached towards their waist, grabbing at something. Caretaker could’ve sworn they saw the glint of metal. 

Caretaker’s hands were digging into their pockets before they could think. The contents of their pockets fell to the floor a moment later. 

A small, cheap switchblade and greasy wad of bills bound in a rubber band plopped onto the carpet. A weapon and a ransom, all they could get their hands on in the little time they’d been given. It was all Caretaker could think to bring. 

Whumper chucked, low and amused, and made a show of returning their hands to their torso. The sigh of relief that forced its way from Caretaker’s throat was a half sob.  “Good kid. We both know you’re in way over your head. Just follow my lead, and we’ll all walk away happy. Alright?”

Caretaker’s tongue was led in their mouth.

“Alright?”

Terror forced them to speak. “Y-yes.”

Whumper gestured towards the chair in the corner of the room.

“Good. Now sit,”

Their body moved on command, mind too numb with fear to think of resisting. Everything had fallen apart so quickly. Their mind reeled from the whiplash.

They could only drop boneless in the chair. they didn't know if the tears dripping down their face were from frustration, shame, or pure terror.

From the chair, they could see what Whumper had been reaching for. A large pistol sat at their waist. Whumper followed Caretaker’s gaze and grinned. 

“Now, here’s how things are gonna work from now on.”

[rking200]

Stratford Handoff

Simon is tasked with bringing Markus the uniform he needed during the Stratford Tower raid. They overlooked the option of hiding the uniform with the help of the ceiling tiles, so Simon stands in a closed stall and awaits Markus' tap at the door, a neatly-folded uniform in his hands.

2.5k words, chapter one of a three chapter SimonxMarkus angst/hurt-comfort/R18 fic. Nothing R18 happens in this chapter, just a bit of kissing and making out. Angst will be next chapter, then hurt-comfort into R18 for the last. Will be posted to AO3 upon completion.

The plan made perfect sense, and while carrying it out had been no easy task for Simon, he did appreciate knowing how much Markus trusted him. Markus blending in as a working android was such an integral part of the plan and the uniform pristinely folded in Simon's hands hadn't wound up there by pure chance. Part of Simon believed that he was seen as expendable by Markus--that he had seen merit in North and Josh and was worried about putting their lives in danger for the plan, while it might be worth it for Simon's life to be lost for their cause. Of course he tried not to heed the dark whispers, but they were there nonetheless. Simon's eyes darted to the stall door handle in front of him at the sound of the main door opening, but was able to relax when he heard another stall open and close. He shifted his weight and begged his hands not to wrinkle the uniform as he gripped it, closing his eyes and pushing his dark whispers and his anxieties out of his head for a few brief moments of respite: standby.

Simon was quick to move when he heard the gentle rhythmic tap of Markus' knuckle against the stall door. Quiet enough to not alert any human in the bathroom, but loud enough to give Simon's thirium pump a start. Flicking the lock open, Simon shifted aside to allow Markus to enter and lock the door back behind him. Because he had been the first to leave Jericho to start putting their plan in motion, Simon had yet to see Markus all dressed up in his suit. He really wore it well, and passed for a human perfectly. 「Simon?」

Simon pursed his lips at Markus' voice in his head, shaking his head and closing his eyes tight in order to focus them again. 「Sorry, Markus.」 His hands quivered slightly as he loosened his grip, allowing Markus to take the clothes from him. 「That suits you.」 Markus' perplexed look sent Simon slightly on edge. He hadn't meant to think that thought loud enough for it to connect with Markus, but there was no doubt that Markus had heard it. He let out a quiet yet audible chuckle, his eyes trained on Simon as his hands fumbled with his tie.

「Was...was that a pun? You didn't seem like the type, Simon.」

Simon blinked a few times, and his LED must have turned yellow because Markus' playful eyes darted over to Simon's temple. Ever since he fell into Jericho's hull, Markus had a permanently planted serious expression, and this was the first time he saw his brow relaxed, his eyes sparkle, and his lips parted in a smile. With a few more blinks, Simon tilted his head to the side, looking down to both physically remove his gaze from Markus' kind eyes and parted lips, and to blatantly put his stress on display by fully showing his blinking, yellow LED. He shifted his jaw as he searched for the words that he could not find.

「Relax.」 Markus took a step towards Simon, who couldn't help but take a half step back. His eyes were gentle but stared at him with the intensity of their cause shining through. He reached out and planted his hands firmly on either of Simon's shoulders. 「The plan is airtight. There's nothing to worry about. We get up there, send out our message and leave as quickly as we can. We've got this.」

Simon's eyes moved between Markus', and he let out a shaky, held breath. 「I know. We've got this.」 Markus offered a gentle smile before moving away. Simon watched him fumble with his tie a moment longer before moving forward, holding his breath once again and gently pressing his fingertips between the layers of fabric, unknotting it. 「First time?」

「My owner never wore ties. Josh, uh, Josh helped me tie it.」 Simon thought that was rather nice of Josh, but he'd be lying if he said the image of Josh stooping down to help a struggling Markus wasn't a funny one. He'd have to remember to ask him about it when they got back to Jericho. Simon didn't have a chance to step away from Markus before he started unbuttoning his white shirt. Simon's hands had barely let the two ends of the tie go before Markus pulled at his vest and shrugged his jacket and shirt off his shoulders, and he found his hands reaching for the warm, discarded clothes as Markus held them out to him. Simon was used to wearing more layers than what was provided in his current disguise, and for a split second he considered holding the bundle of warmth closer to himself, but he was worried that he was already making this situation tense enough. Simon closed his eyes in an attempt to stop them from wandering, but found them open again and trailing down Markus' chest. He watched Markus shift and tilt his head as he held up the uniform, attempting to make sense of it. Markus leaned over towards Simon, who straightened up and kept intense eye contact. What was he doing? Why was he getting so close? Markus shifted on his feet, pivoting away from Simon after depositing the hat, pants and over shirt momentarily. Simon's eyes were free to dart over him with his back turned, and he only had a moment until the long-sleeved undershirt would cover up his skin. He followed the curve of his side, pausing to notice the dip in his lower back before following his spine to his shoulder blades. He attempted to commit the image to memory, unintentionally furrowing his brows in the process. He noticed as Markus pulled the shirt down over his head, following the black hem down to his waist, but was not attentive enough to see Markus glance at him over his shoulder as his fingers tugged the hem down to his waistband. Simon was far too focused on the intake of information, as well as the intent to not openly share his thoughts with Markus. Markus turning, however, was a different story. Simon's eyes snapped up to his as he held the rest of the uniform out to Markus. Markus held his gaze as he took the pants, only breaking their eye contact to briefly glance to his own shoes, stepping out of them before reaching for his belt. Simon knew it was better for his own sanity to look away, and he did. He tilted his head to the side to give Markus privacy, but couldn't help but wonder why Markus didn't turn away like he had done before. Arguably, taking his pants off was more revealing than his shirt, but of course Markus probably wasn't thinking like that. There were more important matters at hand, and Simon shook his head in disappointment with himself, ever so slightly sighing. He needed to be better than this.

「You know, Simon...」 He risked a glance to meet Markus' eyes at the mention of his name. It was definitely a mistake--Markus was still in the process of putting his new pair of pants on. That mischievous look was still playing in the reflections on Markus' eyes, and Simon felt trapped no matter where he was looking. 「I thought having you helping me here was the safest option. Maybe--」 Markus' eyes darted to Simon's LED, which Simon was unaware of the color, 「--maybe I was wrong.」 Red, probably. At least it was now. 「Well.」 Simon had meant to immediately continue the thought, but the image of Markus buttoning his pants was too much to allow that to happen. Markus shook his head slightly, and Simon was relieved for the smile that plagued his lips, and that he didn't seem outwardly angry with him. Markus moved closer to place more warm clothes in his hands. His fingers hovered over the brim of the hat, but he didn't move away. Markus tilted his head to the side, as if asking for Simon to continue his previous thought. 「I think it was the best option.」 The thought was very forced, and he hated watching Markus take notice of his LED yet again. It really wasn't fair, especially since Markus had gotten rid of his own...Simon momentarily considered when he'd have time to remove his. But now wasn't the time for his mind to wander, because Markus was still right there, he wasn't moving. Simon felt his brow furrow ever so slightly as he searched for something in Markus' eyes. Some reason why he wasn't leaving the stall. North was waiting for him, and Simon had another part to play before they met up on the broadcasting floor. 「Simon.」 Markus' voice was gentle and innocent in his head, and Simon unconsciously shifted his jaw to the side, wearily casting his eyes up to meet his. Simon almost couldn't physically take their closeness, and felt his mind race as Markus leaned closer still, his eyes burning through Simon's thoughts, leaving him nothing but an incoherent jumble in his head. He felt a breath escape his lips, and Simon couldn't help but feel that Markus had stolen it. A hot huff of air escaped Markus, as well, and Simon breathed it in, happy to steal his breath in return.

Simon kept unwavering eye contact as Markus' lips barely brushed his own, sending a shock through every fiber of his being. Markus' firm hand rested on top of the bundle of clothes in Simon's hands, pressing down ever so slightly on him. The tension between their lips was unbearable. Their warm breaths collided between them, Simon's shaky and wavering ones against Markus' warm and steady ones. And when Markus finally did give into Simon's pleading, shivering lips, he kept his eyes trained on Simon's. Simon felt violated: it wasn't a negative feeling, but he felt so laid bare against Markus' gaze and against his lips. Simon couldn't handle the feeling any longer, and shut his eyes so that he could focus more on the physical part of this and less on the soul-searching gaze Markus was trying so hard to hold.

Their lips parted before Markus pressed again, tilting his head more to press their lips together tighter still. Simon unknowingly let down his guard, but he did, sighing into his lips and relaxing against him. His lips tingled with sensations he very well could handle, but that drove him so unbelievably insane. Without thinking twice, Simon's lips were void of the human façade that always incased them, and he took a moment to take a short breath of hot air before pressing them against Markus' own silver and blue-toned lips, feeling something so much more than before. The feelings of tenderness and understanding laid before him, and all he had to do was press his lips against Markus' to feel utterly engulfed in them. He's sure that he thought a lot of things to Markus: his name, about how nice it felt, about how incredibly warm Markus was, but Simon wasn't in the mindset to control how loud his thoughts were right now. He was in the mindset to enjoy this blessing while it lasted. Markus deepened the kiss, moving his hands to Simon's hips and pulling him closer as his tongue passed over Simon's bottom lip. Simon hadn't meant to let go of the clothes he had been entrusted with, but he heard the soft sounds of cloth fall to the floor between them. He placed his own hands ever so gently on Markus' chest, not pushing away but just feeling his warmth beneath them. If Markus was throwing thoughts in his direction, Simon was none the wiser. Their lips parted for a moment before Simon moved forward to close the gap, prompting Markus' hands to grip his hips tighter. Simon couldn't take the slight, continuous pressure from Markus and he leaned back into the wall behind him. Markus followed, the fingertips on his right hand sending a shock through Simon's system as they snaked under the hem of his shirt. Slowly, Markus ran his hand over his side, resting it along the back of his hip. Instinctively, perhaps, the skin on Simon's hip reacted to the lack of faux skin on Markus, and their true skin--smooth and white--met with an intense shock, as if Simon had been tossed into the waters by Jericho. Their bare lips touching had felt so different than the touch of his hand on him, and he wasn't sure if it was purely the intent of the action or if he was just that weak to someone grabbing his hip, android skin or not. Either way, Simon knew they had to stop here, before his resolve fully melted away from the extended close proximity with Markus' burning form.

Simon's hand moved before his lips could, disconnecting their android skin by grabbing Markus' wrist from over his shirt. "Markus." His voice was gentle, pleading even. He was sure he had the most pathetic look on his face, while Markus was paired with a furrowed brow and a warm smolder in his eyes. Everything about him was just so warm. He moved away, stooping down to gather the clothes Simon had dropped. Simon took the clothes back, watching him closely for any signs of anger, but Markus only took a moment to compose himself before slipping back into his shoes and placing his hat neatly atop his head. He glanced back, holding Simon's gaze for far too long before offering a gentle smile. 「I'd like to try that again, back in Jericho. For now, let's focus on the plan.」

Simon felt a chill go up his spine, and he wasn't sure if it was brought on by Markus' voice in his head, or if it was merely that Markus had taken that warmth with him when he left. 「Right. I'll meet up with Josh. ...Markus, stay safe.」 Markus merely nodded before taking his leave of the stall, leaving Simon alone with his thoughts and these not-as-warm clothes after having pushed the lock back into place. He waited a moment. They didn't have a lot of time, but he could afford to steel his nerves for a second longer. His hand instinctively touched where Markus' had previously been, both on his hip and then gently reaching up to his lips. Simon couldn't think about how perfect all that had been. He stepped up on the toilet, pushing up on the ceiling tile in order to put Markus' suit away from prying eyes. Pausing, Simon thought that maybe this would've been easier had he dropped the uniform off up here, allowing Markus to change into it without the need for a hand-to-hand exchange. He pushed the thought out of his mind because he wouldn't trade their last interaction for the world.

Stepping out of the stall, Simon focused on looking natural and controlling the color of his LED. He briskly left with his own stolen keycard, ready to meet up with Josh and wait in the service elevator for the last leg of their plan. Things were changing already, and for once...Simon felt optimistic. Everything was going to be okay because Markus was here with them now. They were going to earn their freedom via his lead, no doubt about it.

[mrowmrowmrow9]

unfinished Crisis AU snippet

This is an unfinished fic built off of the last prompt fill I did (x). I haven't worked on it in a while and was considering it fully abandoned until @madeunmexico left a comment on ao3 asking to see the full story and now my interest has been renewed slightly? I give it like a 50/50 chance of being finished 😅 Anyways, here's what I had including the original microstory.

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Barry. Kate. Kal. Fear on their faces. Blood on Oliver’s. Shadow demons hurtling towards them—

A familiar voice. “Kara.”

A harsh whisper, bordering on frantic. “Kara. Hey.”

She wakes up screaming, limbs flailing, fighting against the hands pulling at her and the arms wrapping around her middle.

“Shh. It's okay. It was just a dream. You’re okay.”

Kara gives up struggling and lets herself be held, choking on tears. She knows that voice, she does, but her mind dismisses the thought as soon as it forms. It can’t be him. Can’t be. She realizes for the first time that it isn’t nighttime, the reason everything’s dark is because her eyes are squeezed shut, so tightly it hurts. She opens them slowly, blinking rapidly to adjust to the light.

She’s in her apartment, wearing pajamas. That doesn’t make sense. What makes even less sense, if that’s possible, is that when Kara opens her eyes and raises her head and blinks to clear her vision so she can see who’s holding her, she’s met with a face that she’s only seen in dreams for the past two and a half years. 

Mon-El. 

When Kara sees him, she throws up. 

Actually throws up, for the first time in her adult life—super-speed has never been more helpful as she makes it to the bathroom just in time to hurl the contents of her stomach into the toilet. The person that looks like Mon-El and sounds like Mon-El and smells like Mon-El but cannot possibly be Mon-El comes running in after her. It’s too late to hold her hair back and she hears the faucet running instead.

“Here, do you want some water?”

She takes it automatically and drains the glass in one gulp, presses a hand to her head with a groan. Crisis. Oliver. The Monitor—she has to get her thoughts in order. How did she get here? Also very important: “What. What are you doing here?” she manages to get out.

“Hmm? Oh yeah, I know it’s early, Rhonda’s girlfriend is in town and she asked me to trade shifts.” Possibly-Mon-El checks his watch. He’s fully dressed; he must have heard her from the kitchen before leaving the apartment. That he…seems to live in? Was staying in? Nothing makes sense. “Crap, I should probably get going. Unless you need me to stay?” He looks at her expectantly, those warm gray eyes filled with concern.

“No, you’re fine,” Kara says quickly and closes her eyes, her head throbbing. I meant, what are you doing in my apartment? In this century, for that matter? Whatever. The sooner he’s gone, the sooner she can figure out what the hell is going on.

“Alright.” He sighs, reaching out to gently brush her hair off her shoulder. “I hope the morning gets better. Let me know if you need anything—I think we still have some fruit salad left from yesterday. You said it helped with the nausea, right?”

She nods absently without registering his words, and watches him go. With some deliberate stalling while brushing her teeth, she manages to hide out in the bathroom until he leaves. But not without calling out “Love you!” through the door and Kara nearly has a heart attack. What kind of fucked-up dream could she be having? This cannot be real. It can’t be.

Her appetite eventually comes back, with it the realization that she’s seriously late for work, and as she grabs the container out of the fridge to bring with her the light glints off her left hand, catching her eye. 

Kara has always thought of herself as a reasonably intelligent person. This belief is somewhat shaken by the realization that it’s taken her this long to notice the engagement ring on her finger.

_

He doesn’t suspect anything. Why would he? She did seem oddly confused to see him, but dreams can be disorienting. Theirs certainly are—dying families, exploding planets, backstabbing allies. And that’s on top of everything…else.

He just hopes she’s happy. He hopes it’s nothing he did.

_

So, Nia’s clueless. Who isn’t? Still disoriented as all hell, Kara returns to the Catco building to find her coworkers exchanging tearful embraces. It looks like a middle-aged woman with curly hair whom Kara has never seen before in her life is leaving Catco for a job in Utah. At least, according to the conversation Kara listens in on in an attempt to figure out how to act normal.

Evidently she doesn’t do a very good job, because Nia frowns at her while she’s discreetly taking Brainy’s super-strength Advil and asks, “Aren’t you going to say goodbye to Julie?”

“R-Right, yeah,” Kara stammers, heart pounding, and awkwardly makes her way over.

This Julie is clearly under the impression that she and Kara are close friends, judging by the tight, rose-scented embrace Kara’s enveloped in before she can blink.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” Julie rushes over to the desk that must have been hers and pulls a large paper bag out from underneath it. “I know I’m going to miss the party, so I wanted to give you this before I leave. They’re not new, but they’re still in good shape and, well, we don’t really need them anymore—I thought you and Mike would appreciate some extras!” She hands the bag to Kara, smiling expectantly.

Kara doesn’t think she’s ever been more confused in her life. She takes the bag, because what else is there to do, and cautiously peers inside. 

Baby clothes. Little socks and hats and a onesie with little ducks on it—great Rao, why is her vision getting blurry? “W-What are these for?” Kara asks, almost demands really, frantically blinking the tears away.

Now it’s Julie’s turn to be confused. “Well…the baby, of course!”

The fucking what now? “Right…of course,” Kara says slowly, fumbling for the right thing to say. “That’s so generous, thank you.”

“No problem!” Julie smiles and reaches out to squeeze her shoulder. “I’m really going to miss you, Kara.”

Kara watches her walk away, gaping openly.

One thing is clear: she needs to talk to J’onn. Immediately.

_

They’re out on the balcony together, standing a careful distance apart and it feels like old times in the worst way possible. 

On a masochistic impulse, Mon-El plays back a moment from only twenty-four hours earlier.

He’s drifting off to sleep in their bed, drowsy and content with Kara in his arms and his hand over her belly right where the baby grows and he thinks to himself, a life like this is too good to be true. And yet it is. He should have known better.

Three years ago Mon-El returned to the 21st century with a wife by his side and claimed he felt nothing for Kara. That couldn’t have been further from the truth, but now it’s the last thing she remembers of him. The irony.

She doesn’t remember how he came back for her, or rather refused to leave again, even as she told him he was being selfish. She doesn’t remember how he said, I know. But one of us has to be. And we both know it was only ever going to be me. She doesn’t remember how they found their way back to each other, how he asked her to marry him and she said yes and their happiness was so great they just had to share it, create their own little family. It sounds like a fairy tale to him now, and he realizes that maybe that’s all it ever was.

Mon-El blinks back the tears that arise at the thought, swallowing down the lump in his throat. It isn’t the time for that now. He’s already cried on Alex’s shoulder, had J’onn explain everything to him a hundred times over. Right now, an emotional response from him is not what Kara needs. “I went over and got my things from the apartment,” he says, fighting to keep his voice even. “J’onn says I can stay with him for a while.”

“Okay.” Kara exhales. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to kick you out, I just—”

“No, it’s fine.” He meets her eyes and tries to muster some kind of half-smile. “It’s a lot, I get it.”

She nods, biting her lip, and the turns to him abruptly. “Can we talk somewhere more private?”

Thank Rao.

He rethinks agreeing to go to the apartment almost as soon as the door closes behind him. Everywhere he looks is a reminder of their life together, the one that Kara doesn’t remember.

She wrings her hands together. “Before we talk about anything else, there’s something I need to know.”

Mon-El braces himself. “Okay.”

Kara draws in a deep breath, and then blurts out, “Do we have a child?”

There it is. “No,” he says carefully. “Not…yet. But…” He licks his lips and steps forward, gently setting a hand on her belly. He watches the realization dawn in her eyes.

“I’m…”

“Yeah.” He retracts his hand and lets it hang awkwardly at his side. “Twelve weeks.”

She puts a hand on the countertop as if to steady herself and says nothing, eyes wide.

“I’m…sorry I didn’t say anything before,” Mon-El adds helplessly, ducking his head to try and meet her gaze. “I wasn’t sure if you already knew, or if physical conditions even carried over for the Paragons, but then I remembered you threw up this morning so I just figured—”

“Shh—stop talking.” Kara holds a hand up, closing her eyes. 

He shuts up.

She breathes out, slowly. “I-I’m sorry.”

“…It’s okay,” he says awkwardly.

“I just, I need some time to…think.”

“Right. Yeah, of course.” Mon-El takes a step back, clears his throat. “I, um. I’ll go. We can…talk more tomorrow?”

Kara nods absently, staring past him like he isn’t even there.

He shuts the door behind himself, and manages to avoid breaking down until the elevator. Small victories.

[sublimecatgalaxy]

'Hey baby! Hopefully you are having a good day!! Fun with smut night 🫶🏼

I would love this I just thought you would like to know that I’m not wearing any underwear right now. Do what you must with this information.’ With Rafe and kook!reader ❤️

Love your writing, keep up the good work ❤️

Rafe'e face when she says this is definitely accurate LMAOOO

Midsummer is the same every year.

Loud music, drunk adults, bored teenagers wandering around, stealing sips of parents drink when they're not looking, too enthralled in conversations of wealth and status with others.

The whole night is just a fun excuse to get dressed up and pretty, an excuse to make people look at you with wide, intrigued eyes- it's like the one night of the year where girls can be princesses without strange looks. Pretty but dainty diamond tiara's, flowing dresses, a sneak peak underneath for those you end up going home with.

My dress is green, his favorite color, a dash of silver and green on my eyelids, sparkling under the twinkling lights just enough to get the attention of who I want.

It's been all night and he's yet to notice me from across the room but I've noticed him; black suit, a pale green shirt underneath, his hair swooped to the side in a calculated way and it makes me feel drawn to him, like a moth to a flame.

When he notices me, he looks around- almost to see if anyone's watching- before he approaches me with a kind smile, eyes dipping down the front of my dress, giving me a once over as his cheeks blush an auburn red.

"You look stunning." He smiles, holding his hand out to me which I gladly take, slipping my hand into his as he leads me away from the bar and to the wooden floor where, mostly, the older people dance. He pulls me flush against him with a grin, hand slipping down my exposed back and I instinctually wrap my arms around his neck, securing myself to him.

"You look good too, Rafe." I soothe my hands down the front of his suit and he grins, hands gripping my waist as we wander slowly throughout the dance floor, skilled and untouched by the laughing couples around us. Like it's only us.

"We matched." He smiles, pinching the fabric of my dress as I give him a simple knowing nod, shoulders shrugging.

"I'm smarter than you think I am." He grins wickedly at the confident smirk that I give him and he bends me back over his arm, dipping me skillfully without wobbling in the slightest.

"You're more beautiful that you think you are." His eyes seem to be fixated on the ways that my lips spread out into a bashful smile, tongue sweeping out to wet my lips as I lift myself to his ear, whispering quietly so only he can hear me.

"I just thought you would like to know that I’m not wearing any underwear right now." His body turns to stone against mine, hands stalling momentarily from the sweet circles he was drawing into my skin with his thumbs and I feel a rush of confidence wash over me as I lower myself back down to my heels. "Do what you must with this information."

"Come with me." He says without another word, gripping my hand and dragging me past both of our parents and into the building. I can already see the bathroom in view and know what this means, nervous butterflies swarming in my stomach at the thought of feeling him. "I want you to bad." He mutters, shoving the door open with a bang and locking the door after giving the bathroom a once over as we finally find ourselves alone. "Sit down." He orders and my brows furrow, not sure why I would have to be sitting down for him to fu-

"What're you-" I start but he forces me down into the seat without looking up into my eyes, his whole body lowering in front of me so he can kneel on the ground between my thighs, hands already working on pushing up the fabric of my dress as it dawns on me what he wants. He's never done this for me before.

"Bend your legs, sweetheart." He pats my thighs gently and I do what he says, not in the mood to argue and give him any push back when he's look up at me like that, eyes full of excited lust as he whispers against the sensitive skin of my thighs. "Fuck, you're so beautiful."

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[l0sercat]

TW: Can you make a spider noir x goth coquette reader? And where the read struggles with a ED/paranoia and maybe SH/thoughts of it. And maybe put in there they have bpd/other mental disorders that cause the thoughts for it….that’s all I got off the top of my head but you can add other stuff if you want I just want comfort angst based off what I’m going through rn

If you need help or someone to talk to I'm here :)

Also TW!! To people who won't be able to handle topics like these don't read and if you do I'm not responsible for anything.

Spiderman Noir x goth! reader

Peter watched as you giddily put on your outfit. Your clothes were different from what he knew it that's what he loved about you. You didn't fit in the social norms and had your own sense of style. He found your outfits to be gorgeous and loved seeing you dressed up.

He planned on taking you to a nice restaurant. There was no reason he just wanted to take you somewhere nice. He wanted to see you smile. When you were finished with getting all dolled up he grabbed you by your waist and pulled you in close.

"You always look so good all dolled up" he said and eyes you up and down slowly to take in everything. You smiled and lightly shoved his shoulder "So I don't look nice when I'm not dressed up?" You teasingly said which clearly made him choke and fumble over his words. "That's not what I meant you always look nice I just love when you put on your gothic outfits" you giggle and roll your eyes and place a kiss on his cheek. "Let's for we don't wanna be late for our reservation"

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You both sat at the table and conversed in conversation. Everything was lively and light and you felt good. Then when you got your food everything crashed and spiraled for you. You felt eyes on you everywhere it felt like everyone was watching you eat. Deep down you knew it wasn't true but the thoughts clouded your mind.

You took and bite of your food and you were visibly tense and your hands were clammy. You felt like throwing up the pressure you felt was heavy. The stares felt like heavy weights on your back. You covered your mouth and nervously looked around. No one was looking at you but the stares didn't go away. Peter noticed something was up and looked at you with worry. "Are you okay?" He asked

Your head snapped at him and you nervously fidgeted. "Y-yeah I just uh" you swallowed nervously and fidgeted uncomfortably "I'm gonna use the bathroom.." you said an stood up and walked away. You brought your arms to your chest and picked up your pace. People looked at you with harsh stares and disgust. You felt like crying and you practically slammed the door to the bathroom open. You rushed into a stall and let tears slide down your cheeks.

You brought your fists to your head and started to punch your self. "Stupid stupid stupid..." You mumbled and let out a choked sob. You felt overwhelmed and you couldn't process anything. Your vision blurred and your thoughts raced. Why were you crying? You had nothing to be upset about no one was watching you. But Peter was... he probably thinks your fat. You did order a lot and compared to him your a log while he's a stick. Yeah.. he's probably judging you probably grossed out. Before you could process it your fingers were shoved down your throat, making you gag and your dinner came hurling out.

You saw the vomit sitting in the toilet and you grew disgusted with yourself. You hated yourself for doing this but at the same time it's the only way for you not the be fat. Your fingers found there way into you that again and you threw up more vomit. And you repeated it again and again until you felt like passing out. You couldn't produce anymore tears and the old ones dried up. You slowly blinked and looked down at your pathetic form. You felt sorry for yourself, your fingers wet and sticky, your throat sore and stomach aching. Your limbs felt numb and you adverted your eyes to the wrists. They were decently healed, in he past you cut and scratched yourself but Peter helped you. He was by your side and supported you and got you help. You felt like crying again just thinking about Peter. Your slowly got up and flushed the toilet. You went to the sink and washed your hands. You looked in the mirror and saw the mess that was yourself. Your makeup was ruined and running down your face and your hair was a little messed up.

You walked out walking slowly because your legs felt like the could give out any minute. Your vision was a bit blurry and it felt like everything was spinning. You made it to the table and Peter took one look at you and was worried sick. "What happened and you alright?" He asked his vice full of panic and you looked at him with a blank look. You fell in his arms "Can we leave please?" You said in a cracked voice "Yeah of course..." he mumbled and held you. He grabbed your waist and lead you out of the restaurant.

He picked you up in his arms and and whispered little words of affirmation to you. You cling to him and just closed your eyes listening to his voice. He rushed to your little shared apartment.

He placed you on the bed and laid next you. "What's wrong? Why did you cry? Are you okay?" He asked. You slowly turned towards him and curled into a ball next to him. "I- I'm having these thoughts again...I you don't think I'm fat right? You think my bodyweight is normal and-" you whispered and cut yourself before you broke down again. Peters eyes widen and he held you in his arms. "No I don't think your fat your perfect the way you are and it's okay if your having thoughts again, I'll always be by your side. I'll never leave you I promise, I'm going to take care of you" he said

You tightened your grip on his vest and buried your face in his chest. You let your tears fall free again and he felt his best getting soaked but he didn't care. He held you firm against him and whispered sweet nothings in your ear to try to comfort you. Peter rubbed your back with one hand gently and kissed the top of your head. "It's gonna be alright I promise"

[kiteofdreams]

Watch You Bloom

Danny x Reader

2.8k words

Warnings: pregnancy, alcohol, normal pregnancy symptoms, a hint of implied sex, & fluff.

a/n: this was a thought that came into my head and I couldn’t get rid of it. it’s helped me process a few things about my life as well, because postpartum is a real bitch.

A typical week had turned into a week from hell. Your body hurt, you had trouble sleeping, and you were constantly nauseous. Your work week felt like it lasted a month. By Friday, all you wanted to do was spend a relaxing night with your boyfriend. As soon as you stepped into your shared home, you knew it wouldn’t be.

“Sweet pea!” Danny called out, stepping towards the front door. The nickname he had given you in middle school followed you throughout your lives together after you spilled Sweet Pea body spray all over his homework in 6th grade. “Glad you’re home!”

“Why are you all dressed up?” You questioned, kicking your heels off and placing your bag on the foyer table. “I thought we were just gonna stay in.”

“Well, mom and dad invited us to dinner and I couldn’t say no,” he replied with a sheepish smile. “I picked out an outfit for you?”

You turned towards your bedroom to change, pulling your shirt & pants off in the hallway to throw in the hamper. A loud wolf whistle came from behind you and you turned to see Danny leaning against the wall, looking you up and down.

“Now isn’t that a view,” he said with a sly smirk on his face.

Rolling your eyes, you walked into the bedroom finding a navy, off-the-shoulder sundress on the bed. You slipped the dress on before walking into your bathroom to touch up your hair. Immediately a wave of nausea hit you.

“Danny,” you called out into the house. “Did you change cologne?”

“No, same one as always,” he replied, his voice getting louder as he walked into the bathroom.

“It smells different…are you sure it’s the same one?”

“Yeah, Pea. It’s the same,” he laughed. “You feeling alright?”

“I’m alright, the smell is making me sick. I think it’s from the headache I’ve been having.”

“We don’t have to go if you’re feeling sick.”

“No, baby. I’m fine. Just give me a glass of water and I’ll be okay. Then we can leave.”

With a kiss to the top of your head, Danny turned and headed towards the kitchen. After finishing your touch-up, you followed after him, grabbing a pair of wedges out of the hallway closet. As you reached the kitchen, he handed you a cup full of cold water.

“Who needs this when I’ve got a tall drink of water right here?” you winked at him, watching the blush overtake his cheeks. You stood close and placed a kiss on his cheek, the blush deepening even further as he turned toward the front door. You downed the glass of water, grabbing a bottle to take with you, already feeling a bit better.

“Are you ready to go?” Danny asked, pulling on his shoes.

“Yeah, almost ready,” you answered, placing the glass in the dishwasher. You walked over and sat on the bench beside him to put on your shoes. As you leaned to clasp the buckle, Danny knelt down beside you. He moved your hands out of the way, buckling them together before placing a soft kiss on the top of your thigh. Once he was finished, he stood and pulled you with him.

“You look beautiful, sweet pea,” he said with a soft smile. He took your hand as he led you out the front door and off to dinner.

Once you arrived and hellos were said to his parents, you were quickly seated and chit-chatted amongst each other. Having known the Wagners for years, it was an easy conversation. You ordered a glass of sparkling wine with your dinner and with one sip, you stood and grabbed your small clutch. Excusing yourself, you made a b-line for the restroom. As you entered the stall, everything from the day (and what seemed like the previous day) came back up. Feeling nauseous still, you grabbed your phone to send a text to Danny telling him what was going on but saw he had sent one first.

You ok?

Quickly typing your text, you pressed send before another wave of nausea hit. As your stomach emptied, you heard your name being called from outside the stall.

"Honey, are you alright?" his mom asked.

“Yeah,” you whispered, wiping your mouth with a piece of toilet paper and unlocking the stall. “I’m okay, I’ve had a headache all week and it’s making me sick. Danny’s cologne made it worse.”

“Well, you and Danny head home. Get some rest and feel better. We’ll take you both out once you’re feeling up for it. I do have to ask, hope I’m not overstepping but from what you’ve said, is there a chance you could be pregnant?”

You laughed loudly as you washed your hands, “no, I don’t think so.”

“Well, it’s okay if you are,” she said with a soft smile. “Just think about maybe taking a test later. I won’t say anything, especially to Daniel.”

You gave her a quick nod and dried your hands, following her out of the restroom. The more you thought about it, you couldn’t remember when you last had your period. Thinking back, you realize it was supposed to arrive three weeks prior. As you walked back to the table, you gave Danny a timid smile.

“It might be best if you head on home, we’ll take it from here. Get some rest, okay?”

You gathered your belongings and Danny rushed you to the car, a worried look clearly on his face.

“Sweet pea, what’s wrong? Do we need to go to the hospital?”

“I’m fine, baby. I promise. I’ve just had a headache for a few days and it’s taking a toll on me. I’ll just need to rest,” you said, grabbing his hand in yours to reassure him.

You fell asleep on the quiet drive home, not even realizing you arrived as Danny carried you into the house. In a daze, he helped you undress and climb into bed. He kissed your forehead before turning out the light and you let sleep overtake you.

*

“Daniel, I’m home,” you called from the front door a week later, knowing he couldn’t hear you over his drumming.

After stopping at the store to buy a box of pregnancy tests, you quickly turned towards your bathroom. You followed the directions on the test and set a timer for 3 minutes. All you could do was pace around the room. Your mind was racing with all the questions running through your head.

What if I am pregnant?

Am I ready to be a mom?

How will Danny react?

Can we handle a kid?

The timer beeping brought you out of your thoughts. Clearing the timer, you stepped over to the sink, taking a deep breath before looking down. Right in front of your eyes were two pink lines. You were pregnant.

You ran towards Danny’s studio with tears in your eyes. Throwing the door open, you stood in the doorway holding the test in your hand. With the door suddenly opening, Danny removed his headphones to look up at you.

“Woah, sweet pea. What’s the hurry? What’s in your hand?”

Danny placed the drumsticks down, walking towards you. At this point, you were a bundle of nerves, unable to speak. You closed the gap between the two of you, handing the small white stick to him.

“Found out why I’ve been sick,” you looked up at him with eyes wide.

“Is that what I think it is?” he asked, looking down at his hand.

You nodded, reaching to interlock your fingers with his empty hand.

“Two lines, does that mean…” he trailed off.

You nodded again, pulling him over to the worn couch in the corner of the studio. You both sat as he stared at the test.

“We’re gonna be parents?”

“Yeah,” you laughed. “I think I’m about 8 weeks along.”

Danny turned towards you, eyes bright with tears in the corners.

“We’re gonna be parents!” he repeated as he stood, picking you up and spinning you around. “I’m gonna be a dad!”

“You’re going to be an amazing father, Daniel.”

“And you’re going to make the best mom, sweet pea,” he said, placing you back on the ground. “Wait, did you put a pee stick in my hand?”

“Oh my god, Daniel!”

*

Two weeks later and you’d never been more nervous. Your leg was bouncing as you sat in the waiting room for your first ultrasound. Danny sat next to you, fingers drumming away on his thighs. You heard your name being called and you both stood, following the nurse back to the exam room. It was dark, as a video projection of the ultrasound machine stood out against the wall. The nurse asked you numerous questions about your medical history and had you verify all your information. She instructed you to lay back on the table and pull up your shirt as she grabbed the ultrasound gel.

“Now, this might feel a little odd,” she said as she began to move the ultrasound wand around your stomach.

Both you and Danny were focused on the screen in front of you. You had no idea what you were looking at, everything looked like a blob to you.

“There’s the little one right there,” the nurse said with a smile. “Based on the size, I’d say you’re right around 10 weeks, give or take. Heartbeat looks good. I’ll print your pictures for you.”

After she had gotten all the images needed, she wiped the gel off your stomach and helped you up off the table. She handed you the ultrasound pictures with a quick “the doctor will be in shortly” and left you and Danny alone.

“Hey,” Danny grabbed your hand in his, placing a kiss on the back. You flipped through all the printed ultrasound pictures. “That’s our kid, sweet pea.”

*

Weeks later and you were still keeping it hidden. As Halloween approached, you knew that you couldn’t avoid it forever. You weren’t showing just yet at 14 weeks, but if you looked closely you saw a little bump. With the annual Kiszka Halloween party coming up, you were trying to figure out how to tell everyone. Since Danny was busy in the studio working on the new album, you were in charge of costumes.

You had been searching high and low for the perfect costume. Then, a shirt appeared in an ad and you knew what to be. Ordering the shirt, a new pair of shoes, and shorts for Danny, you got to work on yours. Thanks to two-day shipping, your order arrived the day before the party. You washed everything and put it in the back corner of your closet, you made sure to hide it from Danny until you were getting ready to leave.

Danny was out golfing, one of the last times of the year in your town as it was starting to get cold. You were at home in your office looking for baby registry items online, hoping to get a jump on the items you needed. Adding some bath toys, you peeked up at the whiteboard on the wall that listed all the names you had chosen. While you didn’t know the sex yet, you had narrowed it down to two names each. The board was scattered with names crossed out until just four remained. Your thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door and a messy bun peeking in.

“I’m home, sweet pea. I’ve been calling for you,” Danny said, walking over to you. “Still looking at baby stuff?”

“I’ve got nothing picked out!” you pouted, crossing your arms over your chest.

“We’ve still got six months to go. I’m sure we’ll get everything done in time. I’m gonna shower, we need to leave in about an hour. Gonna be ready by then?”

“Mhm, I’ll need to shower too, don’t waste all the hot water,” you called out to him as he walked through the office door. Stretching yourself, you closed the laptop and started to walk to your bedroom to get Danny his costume. Standing in the hallway, Danny looked at you with a smirk on his face.

“Well, mama. Let’s save the environment for our kid, save some water, and shower with me,” he whispered, pulling you close by the waist.

“If it’s for the environment, I suppose we have to,” you replied. “Lead the way, daddy.”

45 minutes later, you both were out of the shower, shivering from the cold water. Wrapping yourself in a towel, you walked into your closet pulling out the costumes. Chuckling to yourself, you called for Danny to grab his.

“What am I?”

“You haven’t figured it out yet?,” you smiled at him. “If you don’t get it by the time we get there, I’ll tell you. Hurry up and get dressed. We’re gonna be late because you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself in the shower.”

You both quickly got dressed and dried your hair before putting on a bit of makeup. Grabbing your bag, you were out the door only 15 minutes late. As you arrived, you placed the hat on your head and looked over at Danny. Squeezing his hand in a silent “I love you”, you walked up to the front door. Before you could knock, a grinning man opened the door.

“You made it! I didn’t know if you were going to. Danny’s been kinda off the past few weeks,” Sam said, pulling you into the house. You gave him a nervous smile. “What are you supposed to be? You don’t match each other.”

You gave him a twirl and stuck your hands out in a “ta-da!” manner, hoping to give him a hint. Sam looked you up and down before turning to Danny to do the same. He stared for a minute, so you decided to give him a little help.

“I’m a baker. I take care of buns in the oven, Sam. Danny is a stereotypical dad. He’s got the jean shorts, the white New Balances, and the ‘World’s Best Dad’ shirt. Gives him some practice.”

You heard Danny let out a loud laugh as Sam looked even more confused. Stepping inside, you heard Sam finally realize what you were saying.

“Wait, you aren’t fucking with me, are you? You’re pregnant?” Sam whispered. You turned around to see his shocked face staring at you both intently. You looked at Danny only to see a big smile on his face. “You’re not joking? Well, shit man! Congrats! Can I hug you?”

“Yeah, Sam, you can,” you laughed, opening your arms for the hug.

Closing the door behind you after he let go, you began to greet everyone. Jake appeared quickly with a shot in his hand.

“You’re late! You know what that means, drink up,” he shouted, pushing the shot into your hand.

“Ohhhh okay,” Danny said, taking the glass from you and downing it in one gulp. “Come on, Jake, you know she doesn’t like tequila. I’ll go get her one.”

Danny walked towards the kitchen as you chatted with Jake. Small talked turned into Jake talking about the new album as Danny brought back a “shot” for you and two for himself and Jake.

“This one’s yours, sweet pea,” he said with a wink. He leaned down to your ear and whispered, “it’s just water, play along.”

Danny lifted his glass in the air and began to speak, “to new beginnings, new life, and a new adventure.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a hand reach in front of you and take the shot glass out of your hand and you heard a loud, “you can’t have that!” Turning towards Sam as he downed the shot, you laughed as he realized what it was.

“Ugh, gross. That’s just water.”

“No shit, Sammy,” you chuckled. “Danny brought it specifically for me.”

“I thought it was rum! You had me worried.”

Jake stood there with shot glass still in hand looking confused at what just transpired. He looked back and forth between the three of you, wondering why you had just a shot glass of water.

“What the fuck is going on?”

“Do you like Danny’s costume, Jake?”

“His shirt says ‘World’s Best’... oh,” he trailed off.

You couldn’t stop laughing as he finally realized what was going on.

“Congrats, you two! That’s great to hear! I’m gonna be an uncle!” Jake shouted a little too loud.

All the heads in the room turned towards you and Danny. You looked up at him and gave him a little nod as the room became silent.

“Well, uh,” Danny started, clearing his throat. You squeezed his hand in reassurance. “Baby Wagner will be here sometime in early May. We’re both really excited.”

You let out the breath you didn’t know had been holding. All of a sudden, cheers erupted from the room.

“A toast to Baby Wagner!” Josh shouted from across the room. Everyone raised a glass to toast your little one, who was loved by so many already. You placed a hand on your stomach as Danny pulled you closer to his side and you couldn’t think of any other place you’d rather be.

[justgottafinishthischapter]

Writing Resource: Character Driven Storytelling VS Plot Driven Storytelling

We’re stepping back from romance tropes to talk about a fundamental building block of narrative storytelling. Today, I want to explain the difference between a story that is driven by its Characters, and a story driven by its Plot. Going into this, I wanna make it clear that I have no bias between either. Both forms of storytelling are good. But as we’ll see in my examples, one of them does have a weakness that the other does not. More on that later.

CHARACTER DRIVEN STORYTELLING

In a Character Driven Story, the narrative is used to create avenues to explore the characters. The characters, their relationships, dynamics, and flaws come before the story being told. The characters are the true heart and center of the story. Most Sit-coms and other such comedic stories follow this approach where the characters are used to tell the jokes, while the deeper world or story is used to give these compelling characters a world to inhabit. Daria, Futurama, and Bob’s Burgers are three such examples of excellent comedic shows that are Character Driven. Futurama may have compelling narratives and deeper lore, but it is still a comedy with a cast of lovable characters at the center of the story being told. This is not to say that a character-driven story can’t have an ongoing narrative, but rather that said narrative takes a backseat to the characters. Daria is great at using its characters to explore its themes and ideas. Let’s take an episode of Daria for our example. In the episode Through a Lens Darkly, Daria gets contact lenses. Her change to contacts from her former pair of glasses that seemed almost alienating and off-putting leads to many people complimenting Daria on the change, but the contacts are itchy and irritating. The next day, Daria doesn’t want to wear her glasses, but she also doesn’t want to wear her contacts, and lies about having her contacts in. After causing a mess in the cafeteria, Daria hides in the girl’s room out of shame, and her two closest female friends try to talk to her about what she’s going through. Daria confesses to feeling like a hypocrite, usually mocking the girls who care about their appearances, yet now being guilty of it herself. It’s not until popular girl Brittney comes into the bathroom that the situation improves. Britney tells Daria that knowing that someone as smart and antisocial as Daria cares about her appearance too makes Britney feel less self-conscious about how much SHE cares about her own appearance, and reminded Britney that Daria is a human being just like her. This is enough to finally get Daria to open the stall door and emerge, thanking Britney for her insight. Caring about her appearance doesn’t make Daria a hypocrite, it just makes her human. Daria the show isn’t full of bombastic action scenes or intense steaks, but the really good episodes have some amazing character work at their cores, exploring the identities and values of its cast.

PLOT DRIVEN STORYTELLING

When a story is driven by the Plot, the exact opposite happens. The narrative is the primary focus, while the characters exist to propel the story forward. However, just as a compelling story can exist within a character driven show, so too can compelling characters exist in a story driven show. Unfortunately, sometimes you end up with a story like RWBY, where the characters are only fighting the villains because they just happened to stumble into the larger narrative by accident. None of the characters have any personal steak in defeating the big bad. Most barely have a reason to even be heroes at this point. Blake has effectively completed her character arc, and Ruby is so stupid that another character had to make her sit down and learn about her protagonist super powers. Why are the heroes fighting the villain? Because... Qrow told them to? Hell, the girls now spend about half of every volume sitting around talking about what they should be doing while they wait for orders from Qrow, Oscar, or some other ally. You’d think that Ruby, the protagonist, would be the one leading the group towards the fight with Salem. But no, Ruby is as much a follower as the rest of the main cast while the grown-ups actually make most of the decisions. Does Qrow even need Team RWBY? Well... extra man power doesn’t hurt. That’s about how much Team RWBY specifically needs to be involved in this story. The Characters of RWBY do not exist to give the story shape, but rather, the narrative drags the characters through the story by their nose hairs. The girls have little to no agency. Qrow said go to Mantel, so they went to Mantle. Qrow said go to Atlas, so they go to Atlas. They haven’t been to Vacuo yet, so everyone heads to Vacuo. At this point, the main characters are just passengers in the narrative.

TEEN TITANS

Teen Titans is a perfect example of a character driven action cartoon. Every episode is centered around either nonstop jokes and comedy or a character having an emotional revelation. If one really stops and thinks about the villains of Teen Titans, one may realize how non-entities they all are. Almost every single villain is a two-dimensional bad guy with no redeeming quality, and some barely have a solid motivation. But that’s not why they exist as villains. The villains of Teen Titans are not nuanced people meant to be full characters in their own right. They are plot devices. A source of conflict to drive our heroes to act. Let’s take the episode Car Trouble from Season 1. This is a Cyborg episode. The episode begins with Cyborg showing the rest of the team the super car he built and is super proud of. A mission comes up, and the team gets in the car to thwart the villain, Overload. A couple thugs steal Cyborg’s car, and Cyborg goes crazy looking for it, with Raven questioning why he’s losing his mind over a stupid piece of machinery. The car gets stolen from the thugs by Gizmo, and finally possessed by Overload, who can assimilate into machinery. In order to get the car away from Gizmo and Overload, Cyborg has to destroy the T-Car, and Raven gives a heartfelt speech about how the car is a part of him and how he had to put a piece of himself into it when he built it. She then points out that the super chip of the car survived, and the episode closes on Cyborg rebuilding his car with Raven lending him a hand and giving him a rare and genuine smile as it fades to black. Did you notice how little the villains factored into that episode? Because the episode isn’t about Gizmo, or Overload, or the thugs that stole the car to begin with. It was never about them. The episode was about Raven and Cyborg making a connection. The car being stolen was simply the conflict used to facilitate this heart-to-heart between them. While Teen Titans did have arcing storylines that spanned season-wide arcs like the Terra Arc in season 2, H.Y.V.E. and Brother Blood in season 3, Trigon in season 4, and the Brotherhood of Evil in season 5, the show by large was still episodic, with most episodes featuring on two (or more) characters getting the spotlight as they work on better understanding one another, or realizing they were wrong about something.

VOLTRON: LEGENDARY DEFENDER

Voltron is the exact opposite of Teen Titans. Where Teen Titans uses its narrative to put a spotlight on its characters, Voltron uses its characters to put a spotlight on the narrative. The story is the main focus, with many episodes in a row sometimes carrying on small arcs within each season as ongoing plotpoints. While the story shines in its storytelling (at least in the early seasons), a few characters clearly get neglected in the process. It’s clear the writers liked Keith and Pidge since they get the best storylines and development, but the same cannot be said for Hunk. Hunk has a small arc in season 1 about helping Shae, a Balmeran alien he met. He doesn’t get another real heavy focus again until season 7, when he reminds a group of Galra the cultural significance of ‘Vrepit Sah’, an often repeated verbal salute that the Galra use. Hunk went 6 entire seasons being a background character with little if anything to do. What’s worse, Team Voltron has two tech people. Pidge, who is the hacker softwear specialist, and Hunk, the engineering hardware specialist. But when the warp core needs fixing, does Coran ask the engineer to help him with the engine? No, he asks the hacker to help with ship maintenance. The main thing Hunk should be doing for the team, and it’s handed to Pidge instead because she was clearly a writer’s pet character for the crew. To a lesser extent, this lack of attention from the writers effected many of the characters. Lance never really completes his arc, his friends constantly mock his lack of book smarts, and he gives up on his dreams at the age of 21 to spend the rest of his life pining over a girl he knew for about 4 years, and dated for a maximum of a few months. Allura started off as the effective team leader, telling the Paladins where to go and what to do to keep the ship operational, but once she becomes a Paladin, she’s actually demoted to taking orders from Keith. Also, she repeatedly makes it clear she has no romantic interest in Lance, he keeps persisting despite her telling him to stop, and then they start dating. And Shiro, poor Shiro, once they bring him back to life he has nothing to do. His dynamic with all of the Paladins has completely evaporated, his role in the team is gone, his brotherly bond with Keith has cooled to a highly formal workplace dynamic, and until the Atlas is finished being built, he has nothing to contribute to the team. In most scenes, he’s just ... there. Voltron is so focused on telling a story-driven narrative that it abandons its characters by the side of the road. And by the late seasons, the characters are so disregarded by the show that the story-driven narrative starts to crack and break apart without good characters to hold it together. When most fans talk about why the show isn’t as good later on, it’s because the great character writing from the first few seasons deteriorated. And even a good story is meaningless without compelling characters at the heart of it.

AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER

Avatar is objectively the perfect balance between story-driven and character-driven storytelling. The overarching narrative of Aang needing to defeat Fire Lord Ozai propels the characters through the story, but several episodes take the time to make sure each character has compelling personal storylines as well. Whether it’s Iroh teaching Toph that it’s okay to let people help her, Sokka telling Toph that he can’t remember his mother’s face, Katara and Haru talking about the price of war and the loss of family, or just Zuko’s everything, the characters are the true heart of Avatar, and they get the love and attention that the characters of Voltron never did. I would say that Book 1 is more character-driven as it’s more episodic and light-hearted with occasional plot episodes, while Book 2 is the most plot-driven, as it has several tightly interwoven storylines between the day of black sun, Appa’s kidnapping, the Dai Li, and Azula’s coup, it’s the best season in terms of Avatar firing on all cylinders in the story-telling department. Book 3 is also story-driven, but a little weaker than season 2, as it loosens up on as much of a narrative focus to balance between character and plot. Yes, several important plot points appear in Book 3, but the season also takes several episodes to show Zuko going on friendship field trips with the three main heroes, Aang having a severe anxiety attack about the invasion plans, and The Beach is just a masterclass in character writing. Avatar strikes the perfect balance between Teen Titans’ character-driven action show, and Voltron’s narrative-driven action show to make Avatar an action show driven by both its characters and its narrative in equal measure.