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[ikeu05]

dialogue 13 and scenario 13 with won please!

YOU KNOW ME ✮ YOU BETTER SHOW ME

𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 。 where your roommate just can't say anything because he doesn't know if he would be able to stop

prompt list ✸ jungwon x fem! reader 1.3k fluff roommates! au reserved x sunshine! au ୨୧ jungwon's highkey shy but cutie

nessie 🗯️ love love love shy in love jungwon so loved writing this heheheh i swear he's not weird just a little confused but cutie :3 thank u for requesting anon <3

yn had known jungwon for a long time — long enough to recognise the little shifts in his mood, the subtle ways he could be both magnetic and frustrating all at once. they’d ended up as roommates by chance, a last-minute arrangement when the flat’s housing got shuffled, and while they weren’t close friends, there was an undeniable thread of familiarity between them.

jungwon was the kind of guy who seemed cool and collected on the surface, his sharp jawline and intense eyes giving off that effortless, almost intimidating charm. but living with him was a whole different story.

most days, he was cold. not in a cruel way, but in the way someone who didn’t want to get too close could be cold. curt answers to her questions, minimal eye contact, and a quiet presence that felt like a protective shield.

yn wasn’t deterred by this. if anything, it made her want to be kinder — to crack the surface and maybe find the person hiding beneath that guarded exterior.

she’d catch him off guard sometimes, like when she’d ask if he wanted to join their little friend group for dinner or a movie night. he usually gave a short nod or a shrug, nothing more, and then retreated into his quiet bubble.

“come on, jungwon,” she’d say one evening, pulling open the fridge to grab extra snacks. “we’re ordering pizza. you can’t just hide in your room all the time.”

he looked up from his laptop, eyes narrowing slightly but not in annoyance. more like… hesitation. “i’m fine, thanks.”

she smiled, undeterred. “you’d have fun. plus, we need someone to argue with intak over the last slice.”

there was a pause. then he gave the faintest smirk, almost imperceptible. “i don’t argue over food.”

“liar,” she laughed, and for a moment, the tension between them lightened. for a second.

but the next day, jungwon was back to his usual reserved self — barely speaking, avoiding the common areas when she was around, and leaving her messages on the group chat that were short and often just a single word or emoji.

what yn couldn’t shake was the feeling that beneath all that coldness was something else — something like the way he’d glance at her when he thought she wasn’t looking, or how his voice would soften just a little when she asked about his day.

she liked him too. maybe more than she wanted to admit. but neither of them had the courage to cross the line from roommates to something more.

so instead, they danced around it. she kept trying to include him — offering him a slice of cake, inviting him to hang out, sharing little jokes. he kept being awkward and curt, but she caught those rare moments where his walls cracked, and his smile came through, however fleeting.

one night, yn found him sitting on the balcony, staring out at the city lights with his hands wrapped around a mug. she sat down beside him without saying anything.

he didn’t speak either, just shifted slightly so they were close but not touching.

finally, she whispered, “you don’t have to be so guarded all the time.”

he turned to her, eyes soft but unreadable. “maybe i just don’t know how.”

that quiet admission was the closest thing to a confession either of them had made.

yn smiled gently. “we’ll figure it out. together.”

yn had spent the entire afternoon moving through the apartment with a quiet determination. she’d cleaned their shared spaces — the living room, kitchen, and even both their bedrooms — scrubbing surfaces, fluffing pillows, and opening windows to let in fresh air.

when she got to the laundry, she separated her clothes and then gathered jungwon’s as well. it was a small gesture, but one she meant as a thank you — for the little cracks he’d started to let her see in his usually guarded demeanor.

since they’d started talking a bit more, ever since jungwon had opened up just a little about his thoughts and feelings, yn found herself spending more and more time in his room. at first, jungwon was a little taken aback — shy and unsure of how to react to her presence. his cool, almost aloof exterior made it seem like she was invading a private space.

but yn being yn, full of energy and warmth, never let that stop her. and eventually, jungwon didn’t bother pushing her away. he’d gotten used to seeing her sprawled across his bed, her legs draped over the edge, loudly debating whether forks were a genuine safety hazard.

that afternoon, after folding the last of the clothes, yn flopped down on his bed, exhausted from all the cleaning. within minutes, her eyes fluttered shut, and she drifted off to sleep.

jungwon came back a little later, his day winding down. the quiet apartment greeted him as he stepped inside, and he smiled softly at the sight of her — curled up on his bed, breathing steady and peaceful. the exhaustion of the day hit him too, and the bed looked inviting. carefully, so as not to wake her, jungwon lay down beside her, facing the ceiling but his face turned towards her.

the dim light from the streetlamp outside cast gentle shadows across yn’s peaceful face, her eyelashes resting delicately on flushed cheeks. he couldn’t help but smile, a slow, tender curve that felt foreign on someone so guarded.

for a long moment, he just watched her sleep — the way her chest rose and fell with steady breaths, the small twitch of her fingers as if she were dreaming.

he shifted just slightly so he could face her better, careful not to wake her. his hand lifted hesitantly to brush a loose strand of hair from her forehead, his fingers lingering there as if afraid to break the fragile peace.

“you’ve been sleeping in my bed more than yours lately,” he murmured again, his voice low and gentle, threading through the silence.

there was a faint stir from her, a soft sigh, but she didn’t open her eyes. jungwon felt a warmth spread through his chest — a quiet comfort in her presence, even if she wasn’t fully awake.

he swallowed hard, his heart pounding with a mixture of nerves and longing. the words he’d been holding inside for so long spilled out, almost against his will.

“i love you, you know,” he whispered, his voice barely audible but full of raw honesty.

the room seemed to hold its breath, the weight of the confession settling between them like a fragile promise.

slowly, he closed his eyes, resting his forehead against hers, feeling the softness of her skin beneath his. the vulnerability in that moment made him feel closer to her than ever before — more than just roommates, more than friends.

her breathing remained steady, but her fingers twitched again, as if sensing the change in the air. jungwon wanted to say more, to tell her everything he’d felt for months — the way his heart raced every time she laughed, how he’d caught himself staring at her when she wasn’t looking. but the words seemed too big, too heavy for this quiet moment.

so instead, he stayed there, holding her silently, hoping that somehow she’d understand without needing to speak.

minutes passed, and the night wrapped around them like a warm blanket. jungwon’s mind raced with thoughts of what could come next, but for now, he simply treasured this closeness — the unspoken bond that had started to grow between them, fragile and beautiful.

when yn finally stirred, her eyelids fluttering open to meet his gaze, there was a softness in her eyes that hadn’t been there before. her lips parted slightly, as if to say something, but words weren’t necessary just yet.

jungwon smiled gently, brushing his thumb over her cheek. “i’m here,” he said softly. “i’m not going anywhere.”

she returned the smile, a quiet gratitude in her gaze, and nestled closer into his side.

for the first time since they’d become roommates, the silence between them was filled with something new — a shared understanding, a hope that maybe, just maybe, they didn’t have to be afraid of what was growing between them anymore.

ikeu05, 2025

[themotherofthehouse]

Odd misogyny in fandom.

In most fandoms, there’s a huge issue with misogyny. Most when fandom pits together two women over a man, or men believing female characters are weaker than male ones due to well, being a woman. Mainly since I’m in the DC fandom, I’ll give two examples.

One, Ships. Now, ships come with every fandom, I’ve even seen some in presidential ones (lol) but with lots of F/M and M/M ships, most shippers under mind and or hate on characters for no reason. Like in lots of DickKory ships. Most of them are Starfire fans, so they naturally hate on Dick’s other love interest.

Personally, I don’t really care about either ship. But seeing being get mad at Barbara for the fact Dick cheated on Kory with her? How does that make any sense? I mean, I get the hate for the misogyny Barbara exhibited towards Kory. But that’s since been retconned. So has the cheating. It’s just confusing how the man who initiated the cheating is an innocent saint, but the woman is crazy and should die. Huh.

Now, with M/M ships. Most of them (Jayroy, BirdFlash, Superbat) women are used as plot devices. They just give children then leave, or love interests are used as villains to make a M/M ship, or the female character just doesn’t exist. It’s stupid, and makes seem like female characters only exist to push ships then leave. Like they hold no real significance or importance in comics since all they’re supposed to do is provide men with babies and then never appear again.

It kinda just rubs me the wrong way that Jai and Irey are now more of Dick’s kids now even though Linda almost died trying to give birth to them. Or the fact Jade is an absolute villain and should be punished for interacting with Lian but Jason is a sweetheart innocent angel. Lian didn’t even exist in RHATO!

(Edit.) Another thing I’d like to add. Fandom forgetting female characters or being purposefully oblivious. Now I could blame this on the comics under utilizing said female characters, but why is most Batfam drawings missing Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Or Barbara Gordon? (Also Duke but that’s a story for another time) Or YJ drawings missing Cassie Sandsmark? Even Justice league drawings missing Wonder Woman when she’s in almost every version of the justice league?

I mainly see this with the most older men in DC. They see women as weak, or worse than male characters for existing. Mainly with the Mount Rushmore argument where they can’t understand being popular is not better than nor equal impact. And it’s Wonder Woman over Iron man and Hulk.

When male character has lots of love interests it’s seen as funny, or attractive. But if a woman does they’re seen as whores or compared to porn stars. It’s a double standard that’s been happening for decades.

It just pisses me off. Not because of the fictional character parts, but because we’ve literally worked for decades for equal rights and this is what we have.

[venusscore]

Love the mer fics they are amazing but can you do one where they get let back into the ocean like all four of them just to see what would happen like would Damian say with reader in the reefs or would they go to the dark deep where Damian is from?????

Hi hi!!

This will be a bit shorter in more of a headcannon format with bullet points and a bit of writing

Also I’m gonna include Respawn because he’s officially part of the gang now

Mer!Damian x Mer!Reader

Contains: sunshine + gn!reader, planning for the future, fluff

Thanks!! 💚

So when y’all first get out, you’re probably the most confused, and a bit distressed.

After all, you lived most of your life in that tank! Now you’re being put into the big, wide ocean.

Damian was a bit relieved, but also would miss the free, constant food and such.

He was about to swim into the dark waters when he remembered that you have absolutely no way to survive down there outside of him.

He had the abilities to hunt and survive in the dark. You didn’t.

Since he already learned about the reef areas from your tank, he suggested you both stay in the reefs.

With that, Jon came with you, but he of course lived separate. Flatline visited often to just hangout. Respawn never came by much, but sometimes he’d stop by, mostly looking for you.

“(Name)?” Damian called as he was swimming through the waters, many mers swam past him as he looked for you. He may be a bit overprotective.

“Where are you? (Name)!-“

He paused when he saw you talking to a group of reef mers, playing with some of their children, who loved your upbeat energy. It warmed his heart like nothing else.

Suddenly, one of the mers looked up.

“Is that him?”

Your head turned to him and your face lit up. Your pretty eyes only made his heart beat faster.

“Hey, honey! C’mere!”

At your voice, he swam to you and rested his arms around your waist. “Making friends?” He asked gently.

“Mhm! They’re super nice!”

You went on to introduce him to the other mers and their kids. Man, he loved you. He couldn’t help how smitten he was.

However, he didn’t know how obvious his feelings were till one of them said, “You feel like the luckiest Mer out there, hm?”

Damian looked at him, face flushing a bit.

“Ah, don’t be embarrassed.” The mer waved his hand. “Being in love is a gift.”

Naturally, you’d both settled into a cave.

You seemed happy. Sure, at first you were nervous about everything, but now you’d realized that you weren’t alone. You had him.

He was playing with your hair while you both enjoyed the sunny water, when you suddenly piped up.

“Would you ever want that?”

He gave you a confused look from behind. “Want what?”

You pointed to the family, two mers with a couple of babies, clearly theirs, that you’d been staring longingly at for weeks now.

Damian was put off guard. For a long time, the scientists wanted nothing more than for you both to conceive, and now that they were gone, you were suggesting it?

Of course, he wasn’t complaining. Never. He liked the idea. He was just… surprised.

He gently kissed the back of your neck and whispered “Yeah… one day.”

—————————————————————

Guess who got carried away ☺️

I enjoyed this a lot, actually. I didn’t think I’d like this prompt that much, but I loved writing it and coming up with ideas.

While I still plan to write them in the tank, yall can requests more ideas with this.

Also this isn’t my usual format for writing, if you’re curious.

Sorry for my break. Got a little burnt out, but I’m back! I also just started school so I’ll probably start posting weekly instead of daily.

If it helps, I bought the Lazarus Island comic and FINALLY met Flatline and Respawn officially, and I loved that book so much. I’m searching for the second comic because I read it in under an hour.

I also got another Damian comic that I’m reading.

So dw- my break was filled with research

I love yall!! Bye!

Taglist: @no-bishes, @shiibello, @ratchetprime211, @lesstiana,

[redroomreflections]

Still Us (Even Louder) Chapter 3

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader The Loud House - 5 years later

Five years later, the Romanoff house is louder than ever. Six kids, two tired moms, and not enough coffee. Natasha’s retired. R’s stretched thin. The sparks are flickering, the teens are testing limits, and nobody said forever would be this complicated.

But love built this family. And maybe love is what will hold it together.

Masterlist | General Masterlist

Chapter Summary: just normal family crises

w/c:4.8k

“So, you can’t be angry.” Cara raised her hands in an unassuming way. She made sure the bedroom door was locked before she began to pace. “Technically, I’m an adult. I’m twenty years old, and it’s natural for… like… feelings to develop, right?”

“Cara?” you asked carefully. You shared a glance with Natasha, who seemed just as confused.

Cara nodded quickly, words tumbling out faster than her breath. “I’ve been seeing someone. A guy. For a while now. And I didn’t say anything because I didn’t think it was serious at first, but then—” She stopped, pressing her hands into her sweatshirt. “It got serious.”

You shifted on the edge of the bed. “Okay. That’s… normal. You’re twenty. You don’t have to hide that from us.”

Natasha leaned forward, voice measured. “What about Ezra?”

“We’re kind of on a break,” Cara said, with a shrug that didn’t quite mask her nerves. “With me at UPenn and him at Duke, it’s weird. Anyway, I met this guy.” That's where she reeled you in.

“He’s… he’s nice. Older, but not like crazy older. Just… older. He treats me well. I swear he does.” Natasha’s eyes narrowed, her jaw tightening as she crossed her arms. You could almost hear the unspoken list of questions piling up in her head. But then Cara’s shoulders sank, her pacing slowing to a stop. The bravado cracked, and her voice came out smaller.

“That’s not the part I was scared to tell you.” She lifted her chin, but her eyes shone with something between fear and shame. “I thought I was pregnant.” The words dropped like glass on tile. She sat on the edge of the bed, eyes flicking between the two of you. “I mean, I don’t know for sure, I haven’t even taken a test yet. But I'm late. And for days I couldn’t stop thinking about it, and I just… I panicked. But this guy, we are kind of on and off. Like we broke up for a while and it was break-up sex so...”

You didn’t know which part of this conversation to be appalled at first: the fact that your daughter was in a relationship with an older guy, the fact that she thought she might be pregnant, or the fact that she thought breakup sex was a good idea.

Natasha’s inhale was sharp, almost audible, the kind of sound she only made when she was holding back. Her arms folded tighter across her chest, knuckles white. “Breakup sex?” she echoed flatly.

Cara groaned, burying her face in her hands. “Oh my god, please don’t repeat it back to me. I already know how stupid it sounds.”

“Stupid is one word,” Natasha nodded. "But you can't change the past."

You reached over and rested a hand on her leg. Not to calm her down, exactly, but just to let her know you were there.

Cara looked up, brief panic flashing through her eyes. It wasn't the first time you'd seen her scared like that, but it had been a while.

"What we are hearing right now," You looked to Natasha for confirmation. She tilted her chin in agreement. "Is that you came home because you are scared. You need help. You want us to help you. Right?"

"Yes," Cara breathed. "I thought you were going to look at me like I ruined everything. I didn't want to keep it from you guys. I would have gone to my friends, it's just they're not always the most mature, and I know you guys would know what to do."

“Well, we aren’t exactly in the business of keeping tests around,” you said with a small smirk.

Natasha raised an eyebrow, the corner of her mouth twitching. “Not really a need,” she added dryly.

Cara made a face and groaned again, this time dramatically. “Oh my god. You’re both lesbians. I get it.”

You and Natasha exchanged a look, half-amused, half-exasperated.

“But I can run to the store,” Natasha offered, her voice softening. “We’ll figure it out from there.”

“I don’t even know if I need one,” Cara mumbled. “I mean, I’m probably fine. I just… I don’t know. I freaked out.”

“That’s fair,” Natasha said, her voice more gentle now. “But if there’s even a chance, it’s better to know.”

There was a pause. Natasha’s eyes sharpened slightly. “What’s his name?”

Cara bristled, just a little. “Why does that matter?”

“Because we’re your parents,” you replied calmly. “And if someone’s in your life, especially in this context, we want to know who they are. That’s not unreasonable.”

“His name’s Shawn,” Cara muttered. “And before you ask, yes, I’m being safe. Well, most of the time. No, he’s not a creep. And yes, he’s from Philly.”

Natasha’s expression didn’t shift.

“He’s twenty-four,” Cara added reluctantly, arms crossing over her chest. “So he’s not like some sketchy thirty-year-old or whatever you’re imagining.”

You watched her, taking in the way she was gearing up to defend him, this guy you hadn’t even met. But underneath all that, you could see the worry still clinging to her edges.

“We just want you to be okay,” you said.

She relaxed a little, but didn't unfold her arms.

Natasha looked at the two of you, then exhaled and stood. Her shoulders had loosened, and she offered Cara a faint smile.

"Come on. We should get going. I'm guessing you'll want to do this as soon as possible."

Cara's eyes widened. "Like now?"

"There's no better time than now." You patted her leg. "Time to grow up."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Cara grumbled. "I know."

********

The car ride was mostly quiet.

Cara picked at a hole in her pants, eyes trained on the passing traffic. The tension hadn’t completely faded, but there was an understanding now. Whatever happened, the three of you would handle it together. Natasha’s hand rested steady on the steering wheel, her eyes locked on the road, but Cara could see the thoughts stirring just beneath.

“You can say it, you know?” Cara said softly.

Natasha flicked her eyes toward her, then back to the road. “Say what?”

“That you’re disappointed in me.”

Natasha exhaled, long and slow, as she turned into the pharmacy parking lot. “We’re not disappointed,” she said as the engine idled. “I don’t even think we’ve had time to process it yet.”

Cara stared ahead. “You don’t have to sugarcoat it. I’d be mad too if I were you.”

“I’m not mad,” Natasha replied. Her voice was low, a little rough around the edges. “I’m… surprised. And maybe a little scared for you. That’s not the same as mad.”

Cara’s fingers tightened in her lap. “I didn’t think I’d ever be the kind of person who would end up in this situation.”

“You’re not the kind of person,” Natasha said, turning the ignition off and finally facing her. “You’re a person. You make choices. Sometimes dumb ones. But that doesn’t make you dumb. Or reckless. Or unlovable.”

Cara blinked. “That sounded like something Mom would say.”

Natasha smirked faintly. “Yeah, well. I pick up things.”

There was a beat of silence.

Then Cara asked, barely above a whisper, “What if it’s positive?”

Natasha looked at her then, really looked at her. “Then we deal with it. We don’t leave you alone in it.”

Cara nodded, her throat visibly tight.

“Now,” Natasha added, already reaching for the door, “let’s go buy something we never thought we’d need to buy.”

Cara cracked a nervous smile. “Feels weird, doesn’t it?”

Natasha raised a brow as she opened her door. “We’re lesbians, baby. There’s literally never been a need for this in our house.”

Cara groaned. “Okay, I get it, you’re gay, can we not make it weirder?”

Natasha grinned despite herself. “Come on, drama queen.”

********

“Do we go digital or bulk pack?” Natasha bit her lip, her eyes scanning the shelves like she was selecting fine wine, not pee sticks.

“I don’t even know,” Cara mumbled, dragging her hands down her face. “I hate myself right now for even having to do this.”

“Suck it up, buttercup,” Natasha shrugged. “Which one do you want to pee on?”

“Don’t say it like that,” Cara groaned, reaching for the nearest pink box. “Just get the one that doesn’t talk.”

“Oh, so no digital voice assistant telling you congratulations or condolences?”

Cara looked like she might melt into the floor. “Mama.”

“Right, right,” Natasha chuckled, tossing a two-pack into the basket. “Nonverbal, budget-friendly trauma it is.”

******

The walk home on Wednesdays was usually Willow's favorite part of the day. Just her and Charlie, no adults, no one needing anything from her, and they usually weren't arguing with each other. Today felt different, lighter somehow, like she had something bouncing around in her chest she couldn't quite name.

"So," Charlie said, adjusting her overstuffed backpack that was covered in pins about climate change and equality. "How was practice?"

"Fine," Willow shrugged, watching the houses in their cul-de-sac get bigger and bigger. She couldn’t help but think back to the time her dad said theirs was the biggest house on the block. He wasn't lying. "Cheer has always been a fun thing for me, you know."

"That's not what I meant, and you know it."

Willow glanced sideways at her cousin. Sometimes Charlie was too perceptive for her own good. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Uh-huh," Charlie grinned. "So Marcus just happens to stay after practice to help you work on your form out of the goodness of his heart?"

"He's just being nice," Willow's face went warm. “He helps everyone.”

"Sure, he does," Charlie hopped over a crack in the sidewalk. "Does he help everyone by bringing them Gatorade and helping them walk to their locker? What's he going to help you do next? Stretch?"

"How do you know half that stuff?" Willow stopped. "Are you spying on me between the hallways?"

"7th grade can be quite boring," Charlie teased. "Also, I was waiting for you yesterday, remember? You said you'd be out at 4:30. It was almost 5."

Willow groaned. "It's not like that. We're just friends. That's it."

"Okay," Charlie sighed. They walked in comfortable silence for a moment, the sound of their footsteps mixing with the beautiful noises of nature. There were other kids on the block walking into their homes.

"Can I ask you something?" Charlie said suddenly.

"Always," Willow said.

"How do you know, like, when you like someone. Like really like them more than friends." She felt heat creep up her neck. "Not that I do. I'm just... curious."

Charlie was then quiet, which was unusual for her. When Willow looked over, she was chewing on her bottom lip, the way she did when she was thinking hard about something.

"I think it's different for everyone," Willow used some of her sixteen-year-old wisdom. "But maybe it's like when you think about them and everything gets warm and fluttery? And you want to know everything about them, or you get nervous just thinking about them."

"Would it be the same if it's a person you've been friends with for a long time?" Charlie tilted her head.

"I mean, I guess," Willow shrugged. "It might even be a better thing since you know how they'd react if you tell them."

"Also," Charlie continued, her voice getting softer. "Would it matter if they're a boy or a girl? Like, if you got the same feeling about a girl, would it be any different?"

Something in Charlie's tone made Willow slow her steps. She looked at her cousin and grinned. Charlie's cheeks were blushing, and she was fidgeting with the strap of her backpack.

"Charlie," Willow said gently. "Are we talking about you?"

"Maybe," Charlie's shoulders hunched slightly.

"Is this girl Savannah, your best friend?"

"Maybe," Charlie repeated, quieter this time. Suddenly, Charlie's recent activism on LGBTQ issues made sense.

Charlie took a shaky breath. "We've been best friends since second grade, you know? Like, inseparable. We do everything together. Environmental club, sleepovers, we even have matching friendship bracelets." She held up her wrist, showing a faded green and blue braided cord. "And lately, I just... when I'm around her, it feels different. Like when she smiles at me, my stomach does this weird flip thing. And when she hugs me goodbye, I don't want to let go."

They'd reached the corner of their street, and Willow could see their house in the distance. She gently pulled Charlie to stop walking for a moment.

"Charlie," Willow said carefully. "You know everyone kind of already knows you two have crushes on each other, right?"

Charlie's eyes went wide. "What?"

"I mean, you guys are pretty obvious. The way you look at each other, how you always find excuses to touch each other's hands, how you get all giggly and weird when the other one's around..." Willow smiled. "Even James noticed, and he's ten. Plus, you told us back then you were going to marry her."

"Oh my god." Charlie buried her face in her hands. "Savannah doesn't like me back, though. She probably thinks I'm just some weird kid who's obsessed with saving the whales."

"Charlie." Willow pulled her cousin's hands away from her face. "Trust me on this one. The way she looks at you? She likes you back."

"But what if I'm wrong? What if I mess up our friendship?" Charlie's voice was small and scared.

"What if you're right and you miss out on something amazing?" Willow countered. "Besides, there's nothing to be ashamed of. Mom and Mama are married to each other. You think they're going to have a problem with you liking girls?"

Charlie's shoulders relaxed a little. "I guess when you put it like that..."

"You're twelve, Charlie. You're allowed to figure yourself out. And whatever you figure out, we'll all love you the same." Willow bumped her shoulder. "Even if you are annoying about composting."

Charlie let out a watery laugh. "Thanks. And yeah, I guess I have been pretty intense about the composting thing."

"Just a little." Willow grinned.

"Can we... not tell anyone yet? About Savannah, I mean. I want to figure it out more first. Maybe actually talk to her about it."

"Of course." Willow squeezed her hand. "But Charlie? You know you can talk to me about this stuff, right? Anytime."

"I know." Charlie's smile was wobbly but genuine. "Same goes for you. About Marcus."

"There's nothing to talk about with Marcus."

"Uh-huh. Keep telling yourself that."

They started walking again.

"So, maybe you could help me tell Mama I quit dancing," Charlie asked.

"You're just a bag full of surprises these days," Willow laughed. "Why do you want to quit dancing? You love dance."

"I do, but I kind of want to explore other styles," Charlie explained. They'd finally reached the doorstep. "I love ballet and always will, but I've been watching some other videos, and I want to try jazz or hip hop or something."

"I'll back you up," Willow said as they stepped inside. "Mama might be upset at first, because it's like her thing, but I don't think they'll mind. As long as you're happy, they're happy."

"Cool," Charlie nodded. She felt a bit better. 

******* Five minutes. The instructions on the pregnancy test said five minutes, and it turned out to be the longest time in your life. The three of you were barricaded in the bathroom, away from the outside world. The rest of the kids were spending their time cooking up their version of dinner. You and Natasha didn't even want to ask what that looked like. Right then, you were making sure your oldest baby was alright.

She sat on top of your bathroom counter, knees pulled to her chest, eyes closed. You sat on the cool tile floor, hands making little patterns on your thighs as you tried to occupy your mind. It was the first time today you'd gotten to truly sit and be quiet. Work had drained you, and you could feel the beginnings of your strength waning.

Natasha leaned against the closed door, arms crossed, watching Cara with the intensity of someone trying to solve a puzzle. The silence wasn't uncomfortable exactly, but it was heavy with all the things none of you were saying.

"How much longer?" Cara asked without opening her eyes.

You checked your phone. "Two more minutes."

"This is torture," she mumbled into her knees.

"Welcome to parenthood," Natasha said dryly. "Lots of waiting around for things that might change everything."

You shot her a look, but Cara actually cracked a small smile.

"Did you guys do this? The waiting thing, I mean. When you were trying to get us?" Cara lifted her head slightly.

"Different kind of waiting," you said softly. "But yeah. We did a lot of sitting in waiting rooms, staring at things, and waiting for phone calls that would tell us if our lives were about to change."

From somewhere in the house, you could hear Luke's voice calling for someone, followed by what sounded like pots clanging. Normal family chaos, continuing while the three of you sat suspended in this moment.

"Time," you announced quietly.

Cara's eyes flew open. For a second, none of you moved. Then Natasha pushed off from the door and reached for the test on the counter beside Cara.

She looked at it for a long moment, her expression unreadable.

"Well?" Cara's voice was barely a whisper.

"Negative," Natasha said, handing it to her.

Cara stared at the single line for what felt like forever. Then her face crumpled, and she started crying, not the panicked tears you'd expected, but something deeper. Relief mixed with something else you couldn't quite name.

"Mom!" There was a yell from the other room, and you glanced toward the door, knowing you'd promised to come back to the chaos soon. Cara wiped her tears and bit her lip, looking smaller than her twenty years.

"Is it crazy that I've only ever wanted a baby with Ezra?" Her voice cracked just slightly. Then her eyes widened, and she quickly clapped a hand over her mouth. "Not like that! I don't mean—ugh—we didn't even... not until we were both eighteen. I just—I pictured my whole life with him, you know? Since I was fifteen."

Her voice trailed off. "I know I'm the one who broke up with him. And Shawn is... Shawn is great. He's funny, he listens, he really does. But I don't know. It's not the same."

Natasha didn't respond right away. She glanced down at the pregnancy test box in her hand, then back at Cara. 

"It's not crazy," you said gently, pushing yourself up from the floor. Your knees protested after sitting on the cold tile. "First love feels like forever when you're living it."

"But I'm supposed to be grown up now," Cara whispered. "I'm in college. I should be over this."

"Says who?" Natasha finally spoke, her voice softer than it had been all day. "There's no timeline for getting over someone who meant everything to you."

“Do you think this means I should break up with him?” “I think it means you should follow wherever your heart leads you,” Natasha patted her on the back. 

Another crash from the hall, followed by Luke's distinctive giggle.

"We should probably..." you gestured toward the door.

Cara nodded, sliding down from the counter. "Yeah. And Moms ?" She looked between you and Natasha. "Thank you. For not making this weird. For just... being here."

"Always," you said, meaning it completely. “We need to discuss birth control more in depth after this.”

“Yeah, a long conversation,” Natasha nodded. 

“God, please, no, I know,” Cara groaned. “I’m never having sex again.”

“A parent’s dream phase,” You muttered. 

As you reached for the bathroom door handle, Cara caught your arm. "Can we not tell the others? About any of this? I just... I need some time to process."

"Of course," Natasha said immediately. "But Cara? You don't have to figure everything out right now. Sometimes it's okay to just be confused for a while." Cara nodded. She was okay with that. 

The moment you opened the bathroom door, the smell hit you first—burnt cheese… or was that garlic bread? Probably the one Paige had proudly claimed she knew how to make.

The kitchen was a war zone.

Paige stood on a step stool, waving a wooden spoon like a conductor. “I told him the noodles go in after the water boils,” she snapped, glaring over at James.

James, who was trying to salvage what looked like a tray of overcooked lasagna, grimaced. Charlie was fanning the smoke alarm like it owed her money, a dish towel flapping violently in her hands.

“I swear I had it under control,” Willow groaned, holding Luke under the armpits as she tried to lift him down from the counter.

Luke was cross-legged, in superhero pajamas, and a colander on his head like a helmet. “I’m Uncle Steve!” he announced.

Behind you, Cara snickered, holding up her phone to record the scene. You could already hear the click of her tongue before she whispered, “This one’s going in the group chat.”

You and Natasha jumped into action without a word. Years of co-parenting turned you into a synchronized response unit. She snatched the dish towel from Charlie’s frantic hands and fanned the alarm with practiced precision.

“Nat, oven mitt,” you said, reaching back without looking.

She tossed it to you wordlessly, the two of you moving in sync like clockwork. While she waved away the smoke, you pulled the scorched tray from James with a sigh. The pan sizzled as you set it on the counter.

“Lucas Alexander Jameson Romanoff, if you don’t get your behind off my counter, I swear I will—”

Luke jumped down before you could finish the sentence, cape fluttering behind him like a retreating soldier.

“Lasagna takes years of practice,” Natasha scolded lightly, a smile pulling at her lips.

“We read the recipe book,” Charlie said, shaking her head, clearly betrayed.

“It had pictures and everything,” James added defensively.

Paige pointed her spoon at him. “And yet, the garlic bread still tastes like vengeance.”

Cara lowered her phone and smiled. “God, I missed this.”

You leaned back against the fridge, watching the controlled chaos with an exhale that almost felt like relief.

“Anyone want takeout?” you asked.

“I thought you’d never ask,” Natasha said, already reaching for her phone.

****

"So, we're never doing that again," Charlie commented as she munched on pizza. She looked around the table, seeing that you had half the same sentiments.

"Maybe we should send you all to Nana over the summer," you suggested. "She'll have you cooking by the end of week one."

"Maybe that's what should happen. There's no discipline around here," Cara commented, tearing off a piece of crust. "They get away with things I didn't."

"Like what?" Paige challenged, cheese stretching from her slice.

"Like burning down the kitchen," Cara shot back with a grin. "When I was twelve, if I so much as left a dish in the sink, I got a lecture about responsibility."

"That's because you were the guinea pig," Natasha said, reaching for another slice. "We had no idea what we were doing with you."

"Thanks for that," Cara laughed. "Builds confidence."

Luke had been quietly arranging his pepperonis in a perfect circle, but he looked up suddenly. "Cara, are you sad?"

The table went quiet. Luke had this way of cutting through everything with a simple question that hit right at the heart of things.

"Why would you think I'm sad, buddy?" Cara asked softly.

"Your eyes are puffy. And you smell like the bathroom soap," he said matter-of-factly, then went back to his pepperoni arrangement.

James nudged him under the table. "Luke, you can't just tell people they look weird."

"I didn't say weird. I said sad." Luke looked confused. "There's a difference and don’t touch me your hands are gross."

"It's okay," Cara said quickly, catching your eye across the table. "I'm not sad, Luke. Just... tired. College is exhausting."

Willow, who had been unusually quiet, suddenly perked up. "Speaking of college, what's it really like? Like, the freedom part of it?"

"Overrated," Cara said immediately. "Trust me, having to do your own laundry and remember to eat vegetables is not as fun as it sounds."

"But you can stay up as late as you want," Paige pointed out. "And eat ice cream for breakfast."

"Technically, yes. But your body starts to hate you pretty quickly."

"What about parties?" Charlie asked, trying to sound casual. "Are they like in the movies?"

Both you and Natasha raised eyebrows at that question.

"They're loud, crowded, and someone always breaks something," Cara said diplomatically. "Plus, cleaning up Solo cups at 2 AM is not the glamorous college experience you're imagining."

"But the people, though," Willow pressed. "Do you feel like... more yourself? Like, away from family and everything?" Something in Willow's tone made you look at her more carefully. There was something she wasn't saying.

"Sometimes," Cara said thoughtfully. "But honestly? I missed you guys more than I expected. Like, way more. It's weird being away from all this chaos."

"What's a Solo cup?" James asked innocently.

"Something people drink alcohol out of," Charlie informed him with the confidence of someone who definitely shouldn't know that.

"Charlotte," Natasha warned, but there was amusement in her voice.

"What? It's true!" Charlie protested. "They're red plastic cups. I've seen them in movies."

"Movies," you repeated flatly.

"And maybe some TikToks," she admitted sheepishly.

"You're twelve," Paige pointed out. "Why are you watching college party TikToks?"

"The algorithm is very aggressive," Charlie said defensively. You would talk late about how she was watching those TikToks, considering she didn’t have a phone yet, but now wasn’t the time.

Luke looked up from his pepperoni arrangement, which was now starting to resemble a flower. "What's alcohol?"

"Something that makes adults act like you when you're overtired," Cara said quickly, shooting you a grateful look for the save.

"Oh," Luke nodded like that made perfect sense. "So it makes them cranky and want to take naps?"

"Something like that," you said, trying not to laugh.

"Can we get back to the important stuff?" Paige interrupted. "Like whether Cara has a boyfriend again. She hasn’t been on the phone with Ezra this entire time, so that must mean something."

Cara nearly choked on her pizza. "Paige!"

"What? It's a valid question. You're in college. You're pretty. You must have guys asking you out."

"Or girls," Charlie added casually, but something in her tone made you think it wasn't as casual as she was trying to make it sound.

"Charlie's right," Willow said, and you caught the meaningful look that passed between the two of them. "College is supposed to be about figuring out who you are, right?"

Something was happening with these two, some conversation they'd had that the rest of you weren't privy to. You filed that away for later.

“It can be but I think I need to sit down and be alone in college,” Cara said. “Tell me about you guys though.”

********

You felt like the moment between you and your bed would never come. After half-assing your skincare routine and brushing your teeth on autopilot, you were finally in bed with your head sinking wonderfully into the pillow. Your bones ached in only the way they could after hours of work and parenting. You didn't even want to check your phone after all this. Your eyes were closing when you heard the faint creak of the floorboards just before the mattress dipped under Natasha's weight.

"You're back," you murmured, your voice scratchy with exhaustion.

Natasha settled beside you, her back against the headboard, one leg stretched long and the other bent loosely. "I didn't wake you, did I?"

"No," you said. "Wasn't really sleeping."

A quiet beat passed.

"How was she?" you asked. "Cara?"

Natasha let out a breath. "Wired. Nervous. More vulnerable than I've seen her in a while." She paused. "Scared, mostly."

"She's a great kid," you said, opening your eyes to look at Natasha. "She doesn't think so."

You turned to look up at your wife, eyes soft. "You okay?"

Natasha didn't answer right away. She tilted her head back against the headboard, staring at the ceiling. "I don't know. I kept thinking about how young she is. How fast all of this came at her. How easy it is to fuck up and not even realize it until it's too late."

"She came to us," you said gently. "That has to count for something."

"It does," Natasha said, quieter this time. "It really does."

"I'm proud of how we handled that," Natasha said softly.

"We make a good team," you replied, meaning it completely.

She smiled. The same warm smile that had gotten you through six kids and countless crises. For a moment, everything felt steady again. Natasha leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I love you," she whispered, but your breathing had already deepened into sleep. She settled back on her side of the bed, staring at the ceiling for a long time before closing her eyes.

------> next part

[unreasonablerobin]

SPACE COWBOY

Kyle Rayner x Bounty Hunter!Reader

Synopsis: Kyle's working a case involving some missing tech from a spaceship crash. Guy suggests they ask the "space cowboys" if they know something.

W.C: 2k

Tags: Fluff ♡, mentions of blood, any and all knowledge I have about cowboys comes from rdr2, any and all knowledge I have about the lanterns come from wiki fandom!

"Sorry—space cowboys?" Kyle blurted out with a confused look.

"Yeah! Space cowboys, outlaws, bounty hunters—whatever you wanna call them." Guy chewed his gum.

He looked to Hal for more clarification. He told him the space cowboys are only know as space cowboys to Guy. More often referred to as outlaws.

"Their planet was invaded centuries ago. Ever since the native have struggled to get jobs and hold them down. Most resort to outlaw life to get by these days." Kyle hummed in acknowledgement.

"Some have started to turn towards bounty hunting rather than robbing and contract killings lately."

"Well, that's good," Kyle commented.

"C'mon! Space cowboys dont loiter around forever!" Guy shouted at the other two Lanterns.

They landed at their destination. It was a planet made up of dunes and rocky mountains. Kyle had to squint, the sun was blinding him. He managed to see a town in the distance through the sand being blown by the wind. He couldn't help but huff out a laugh at how much this place resembled the Wild West.

"Right, where would we find a space cowboy?" Kyle asked Guy.

"The Saloon," Guy said with a grin and theatrical tone.

"This really is the Wild West." Hal groaned as he trudged through the sandy dunes towards the town.

"So," Kyle coughed out some sand that he had inhaled. "Is there a specific person we're looking for or just any space cowboy?"

"Space cowgirl." Guy turned to Kyle with a stern look. "She won't take kindly to you messing up like that."

"But you said cowboy..."

"Don't mind him." Hal waved Guy off. "We've worked with her before, albeit she wasn't pleased."

"Back when we first met her, it was because she was a suspect in a case. She worked mostly train robberies, don't think she's ever done contract killings. But her bounty was, like five thousand dollars or something. It didn't sound like she was incapable of being involved."

Kyle nearly dropped his jaw when Hal said your bounty—back when they first met you—was around five thousand dollars.

"What was the case?"

"Similar to this one; spaceship crash," Guy informed. "Last time someone got there before us. Stole all the tech and documentation from inside—bloody mess left behind."

"Only some of the tech and documentation went missing this time though. Meaning it's someone with a specific goal—not another group of outlaws." Hal finished.

As they got closer the place began to look more run-down. Rotting wood, bullet holes, broken signs and poles. Empty bottles and stubbed cigarettes littered the ground. Kyle even spotted some ammunition.

"Hope she doesn't run off on us. She is not an easy woman to catch." Hal muttered to himself as he stepped through the batwing doors.

The room echoed with the clanking of bottles, boisterous laughter, and the creaking of old wooden furniture. It all died down once the three Green Lanterns were spotted. They stuck out like a sore thumb compared to everyone in this town. Hal motioned Kyle foward and whispered to him to not say anything. Guy followed behind trying to not be so obnoxious with his chewing. He wasn't scared of these guys, but he'd also rather not fight off 50 guys with guns today. They sat down at the further edge of the bar. Not a single person had taken their eyes off them.

"Guy Gardener, how unpleasant it is to see you." Guy scowled at the comment, Hal smiled and Kyle looked over in curiosity.

You were sat at stool over from them. Leaning back onto the countertop, your pinch front hat obscuring your visage. Kyle took quick notice to the gun strapped to your thigh. It seemed to made from scraps.

"Hey! Mind you're fuckin' business!" You kicked a guy who was clearly eavesdropping. It was like a switch had been flipped, everyone went back to what they'd been doing beforehand.

You scooted onto the closer stool, sitting yourself beside Hal. "Long time no see, space ranger!" You're voice was chipper. He hadn't expected someone who appeared so intimidatingly to sound so lovely.

"Long time no see yourself!" Hal smiled.

"Want anything?" You asked looking between the three.

"Nah, I'm alright.

"No thanks!"

"Beer."

"You can't drink—we're on the job!" Kyle gave out.

"I'm getting a nonalcoholic, don't get your panties in a twist." Guy retorted as you signalled the bartender over.

"So, who's the new guy?" You leaned futher back to get a good look at Kyle who sat between Guy and Hal.

"I'm Kyle." He gave you a hand to shake.

You nearly laughed, alot of people around don't have enough respect for handshakes. You took his hand and gave him your name nonetheless.

"Pretty name." Kyle's complemented too quiet. Guy didn't hear it, maybe Hal did. You certainly did.

Hal sighed at the exchange as you brought your hat back over your face. Hiding your smile and the blood rushing to your cheeks.

"What can I help yous with?"

"Another spaceship crash. Only certain items were missing." Hal updated you on the ongoing case. Kyle was mesmerised by how quickly you changed. Your expression serious and posture professional.

"Any idea on what kind of tech went missing? Any idea what was on those documents?" You asked.

"No ideas. We do have this though." Guy tossed a piece of unfamiliar technology at you. You caught it in one hand and began to study it.

"Anything you know about this stuff would help out." Guy went back to sipping his beer.

You were silent for a while. Having turned around on the bar stool to sit normally. You were hunched over poking and prodding at the device. Kyle had no clue what it was or what it was made from.

"I think I've an idea..." You muttered and shoved the tech into your jacket. You put some money on the counter before signalling the Lanterns to follow you out the back.

Now out of the dim lighting, Kyle could finally get a good look at you. You were dressed in a jacket and boots. Something similar to spurs on the back of them. A bandana was half shoved into your pocket and was that...a sword belt? A worn lasso hung loosely by your hip. Opposite side of the gun holster.

"How many weapons do you carry?" Kyle found himself asking before he could even think of what he was saying.

"Too many for the sheriff's likin'." You joked. "Just the gun, blade, and a dagger in my boot." You tapped each spot when informing him of the weapons.

"Belt's new! What happened to the other gun?" Guy remarked as he dusted himself off.

You mumbled a name through gritted teeth, none of them managing to catch it. "Smug bastard stole it."

"Well c'mon I haven't got all day!" You turned and started heading for the dunes. The opposite way they came in.

"Where exactly are we going?" Hal jogged up beside you.

"There's this gang that's been causin' a hassle round here lately." You're expression was more serious than before. "Hassles a light term. They've been causin' alot of trouble. Robbin' anyone and everyone. Causing pointless damage for the fun of it."

Kyle noticed your steps got heavy. Your boots slammed into the rocks and sands angrily.

"I don't know much about 'em—but I've a few of the guys runnin' around with this type of tech." You held the weird device up. "No idea what it's made of. Definitely not the kind of thing you'd see round here. Most people use scarps to build. Not whatever this fancy bullshit is." Your tone was bitter as you glared at the creation in your palm.

"Are these guys dangerous?" Kyle enquired.

"Definitely." That made him gulp. From what he could see on you—space cowboys were about weaponry. He really didn't want to be shot or stab today.

"Don't worry starboy, I've got ya." You teased.

"Where'd you find the cutie?" You nudged Hal before walking ahead, not minding Guy's laughter. Kyle watched you with rosy cheeks and a dropped jaw.

"This is it." You expressed with your arms.

Kyle looked down towards the hideout of the gang. You were watching from the mountaintop, keeping low behind some rocks.

"I don't know how you Lanterns typically go about this kind of stuff, but these aren't the kind of guys who'll just step down."

"Really don't want to do brute force." Kyle murmured more to himself than anyone.

"I can distract them for ya!" You offered, already standing up. "I'm very good at ticking folks off."

"Don't get yourself hurt." Guy advised with a salute.

You sauntered back down the mountain.

"Are you seriously going to let her do that? She doesn't have a ring she could get badly injured!" Kyle protested.

"Worried for your girlfriend?" Guy bumped his shoulder.

"You saw how armed she was!" Guy swallowed his gum. "Besides, as someone who's seen her chase down guys like these—let me tell ya—she'll be fine."

And with that the half formed plan fell into action.

"Who are you?" A tall masked man with a gun shouted. His accent was different from yours.

"I'm just a little lost mister!" You shouted back. Your tone laced with artificial honey. "Was hoping someone here would help me out!"

"You don't look like someone who needs help." Another man piped up. Gesturing towards your gun with his own.

"I ain't got any ammo, don't worry." That was kinda true. You did unfortunately only have 3 bullets though. Ammunition was expensive in this economy.

"C'mon, you won't give a little lady and hand?" You pushed the lost-damsel-in-distress persona as the three Lanterns snuck their way into the base.

Your sudden appearance had took up most of the gang's attention. Not all though. You needed the guards at the base entrance to look your way.

"Go on! Scram lady!"

"Did your mother never teach ya how to speak to a lady?" You asked with a fierce look in your eyes.

Kyle blinked and all of a sudden bullets were flying. And so were you—on a hoverboard.

"Damn, she did some upgrades on that thing! It's faster than last time right?" Guy held a hand over his eyes to see you.

"Yeah it is." Hal commented.

Kyle stared at you jaw dropped. You swerved around the sky, dodging bullets and causing a commotion.

"Let's go." Hal commanded as the base entrance guards ran in your direction.

The three men emerged from the bade with all the stolen evidence and answers unlocked. The gang members where spilled across the dusty ground. Unconscious or groaning in pain. The ground was littered bullets, blood, and broken gadgets.

"You owe me big time Lanterns." You stumbled out of a tent.

"Way to go, cowgirl!" Guy cheered.

"We ain't got horses on this plant, you know that."

Your attire stained with dirt and blood. Stolen gadgets were being stuffed into your pockets as made your way towards them. Kyle couldn't help but give you a once over. The blood stains had him concerned.

"Ay, I'm alright starboy." You patted his shoulder. "Got roughed up and bit, gonna pull an all nighter to fix my gear—but I'm alright."

"You make your own gear and gadgets?" He asked.

"Yeah! My gun, my belt, my board—all of it!" You smiled. "Made by these very hands and scraps."

Kyle smiled back it. As an artist he couldn't help but be amazed by your creativity. Being able to invent is one thing, but from essentially nothing is another.

"You make things yourself, starboy?" You propped your hands on your hips.

"Uh, yeah—I do! I'm a comic book artist."

"I've no idea what that is..." He blinked at your statement.

"I suppose it might be more of a human thing. I—I can show you my work sometime—maybe?" He rubbed his neck sheepishly.

"Sure, I can show you how I make my gadgets then too!" You gave him a sly look.

"Kyle! Stop flirting we gotta go!" Guy shouted. Him and Hal had already made distance from the base.

"Well, see ya around starboy." You placed a soft peck to his cheek.

"See ya..." Kyle nodded breathlessly as you sauntered off in the other direction.

A/N: I love the concept of space cowboys. I need to finish cowboy bebop sooo bad. Anyways, the lanterns are infesting my mind. They're so cool bro.

[prettyoddfever]

so I work with a lot of teenagers who never talk about going to band practices or gigs or anything besides legit concerts, and I realized that maybe that's no longer a core part of teen culture?

When I was in high school in 2003-2007 it was basically impossible to not know someone who was in a band. SO many guys in every local high school were in the shittiest garage bands, which kind of felt like a teen culture. I mentioned in another post that I didn't go to legit concerts in big cities when I was younger, but obviously I still went to bowling alleys or American Legion halls or wherever to pay $2 to see someone's friend's brother's band absolutely destroy the concept of music. It was basically just super loud noise & off-key yelling (bonus points for original songs of teen angst). I'm pretty sure that most of those guys knew their bands wouldn't go anywhere or ever be profitable... they were just having fun and contributing to the overall atmosphere. We just wanted a place to be.

So my question is, do teens still hang out at random band practices in someone's basement or garage or pole barn or whatever? Because that makes me so sad if that's no longer a *thing.* This current generation has so many advantages that we didn't have... the least of which is the fact that girls might be more accepted in bands now instead of being relegated to simply fans or merch girls (not that I'm bitter ha).

In the early 2000s there would be bulletin boards in the entrances of stores (or sometimes by the bathrooms) that were covered in flyers that were largely about local gigs, music instruments for sale, music lessons, babysitters for hire, pets lost/found, etc. It seems like it would be way easier to find those things now with the internet. Plus, you can literally learn an instrument online now!! You don't have to try to track down someone in a nearby town who might have some spare time to teach you a few guitar chords.

I didn't grow up in an area that had money, either. Guys would borrow guitars and drum kits from friends in other bands, rent old ones from a place an hour away, work long hours after school to buy a beat up instrument, etc. There was just this sheer drive and determination to make it work out somehow. And it didn't matter which city or state you were in... we still had this scene in common when we got to college and met other people.

And I'm realizing that I don't see flyers anymore. The American Legion halls and bowling alleys and church basements and high school gyms and former makeshift "venues" have no evidence of crappy small shows. When did this disappear? Or is it happening elsewhere? Someone please explain the current teen culture to me. Where are y'all hanging out?? I feel ancient and so very confused.

And I don't want to ask the teens at work because they seem to have decided that I'm cool for some reason and I'm the only manager who they'll actually help so I don't want to lose that by talking too much and exposing how very uncool I am lol.

[bezierballad]

Jax's bond with Pomni was him trying to recreate the "chaotic duo" friendship he had with Ribbit.

I mean, I know it seems obvious but think back on how Jax is egging on Pomni to "go nuts" and "let loose."

For a while, it actually works. Jax and Pomni are having the time of their lives shooting the other players and even screwing with Zooble by singing Daisy Bell outside their room.

It's like he's trying to shape her into another version of himself. Or rather, another Ribbit. We don't know for sure what Ribbit was exactly like prior to abstraction, but for Jax to have been so close to them (so close that their abstraction has had a lasting effect on Jax), they'd both have to have at least a few mutual interests.

I honestly wonder whether or not this was the first time he's tried this sort of thing, because Ragatha seems to catch onto this kind of behavior.

Though Jax did seem legitimately confused at Ragatha's accusation even before she clarifies, so this is kinda left up in the air.

What's especially noteworthy is the scene where he glances at Ribbit's crossed-out sign on their bedroom door, remembering how they had abstracted.

Because shortly after that was when he starts pushing Pomni away.

The biggest thing on my mind regarding Jax is:

Is this part of the reason why he treats Gangle the way he does?

He treats pretty much everyone in the circus like complete shit, yeah, but Gangle always has it the worse. And yeah, Gooseworx has stated that the reason why he targets Gangle the most is simply because she's the easiest target for him, but I still can't help but think there's more to it than just that.

Think back on this specific conversation in Episode 5:

Weird how he specifically mentions Zooble when he's talking about Gangle, right? Could it be because Zooble has been forming a strong bond with Gangle ever since Episode 4? A bond that reminds him of the one that he once had with Ribbit?

I'm still not 100% sure on what exactly Jax meant by that last line, but he doesn't seem to get that Gangle obviously doesn't like the way he treats her (proven when she talks to Zooble about him in episode 6).

She doesn't want to hang out with him. Not with someone who enjoys shooting others for fun and entertainment. She likes drawing, not guns. She's nothing like Ribbit.

For all we know (and this is just headcanon) Gangle could've showed up right after Ribbit abstracted, and Jax has maybe tried "bonding" with her like he did with Ribbit back in the good old days (and eventually Pomni in Episode 6.). He was trying fill that gaping hole that his froggy friend had left in his life in the circus.

And when that didn't work? He just kinda started using her as a punching bag.

He notices that Zooble and Gangle are growing closer and becomes pretty bitter about it. What is Zooble doing differently? Why isn't Gangle hanging out with him? He's bonded with Ribbit the same way, so why isn't it working?

Then he starts slowly bonding with Pomni in Episode 5, and Episode 6 is where their friendship seems to reach its peak. But when you reach the peak of a mountain, the only direction you can go is down.

The one time he's able to recreate the fun he's had with a close friend—the one time it actually works in his favor—he remembers what happened to that friend of his, and starts gaslighting both Pomni and himself that it was all a facade he put on.

He says that he'd move on and forget about it if Pomni had abstracted. Because that's what he does with everyone else.

But he hasn't forgotten about the impact that Ribbit's abstraction had left in him.

[darkkdramaficswriter]

Still mine

Pairing: Dark! Oh beomseok x female reader

Warnings: NONCON, suicide threats, mention of bullying, vaping, blackmail, toxic behaviour, beomseok is totally crazy, physical abuse, non consensual recording, p in v, creampie, unprotected sex, abusive parent (beomseok dad beats him), abused become abuser (this is for beomseok).

Summary: He left them. he chose the fire, the fists, the lies. But you—

You were supposed to ask, like before.

And if you won’t… he’ll make sure you do..

It all happened gradually. Four of you were enjoying your school life like any other normal high schoolers would. Going to billiard, karaoke, eating out together etc. None of you realized how ignored beomseok was feeling. He'll try to fit in but suho's loud voice would always cut him off. He'd always to bite his tongue and keep quiet.

Only you were kind enough to ask him if he was okay. He'd only smile and tell you 'he's fine'. You are such sweetheart. You'd still be wary of him and keep looking out for him. Making sure he doesn't feel ignored. But it hurted him how his other two buddies didn't even care about him.

Tonight you guys are at karaoke. Sieun is sitting silently smiling, as you and suho sang your lungs out. While beomseok sits on the other corner glaring at three of you with harted. He had just shrugged you off while ago when you invited him to sing along. His harted turn into jealousy when he saw how close you and suho are standing. .It was last strike for him. He doesn't care about sieun and suho anymore—only reason he's staying in group was you. Now even you're acting like them, it feels like getting stabbed in heart.

He just stood up and stormed out of there without saying anything.

Sieun, Suho, and you looked at one another in quiet confusion when Beomseok suddenly left.

[♡]

When you texted beomseok later about why did he leave so suddenly today? He left you on seen.

You asked sieun and suho they said he's not answering their calls and texts either.

You don't know where did it all go wrong? Why your friend suddenly acting so strange?

On Monday, you entered classroom. Beomseok was sitting there. You were surprised to see he's not wearing his glasses anymore. And even more surprised who's he talking with. He's sitting and chatting with yeongbin and his gang.

He shouldn't be talking to them. He should never talk with them. They are guys who used to bully your friend. Why on earth beomseok is talking to them? It seems like sieun and suho are as surprised as you. You turn your back and shake your head in disbelief.

What has gotten into him?

It seems like as if there's no turning back. The way he glared at suho. It's all in his eyes. He hates his own friend. His former friends. He doesn't think of you as his friend anymore. It's saddening. You were always with him whenever he's going through hard time. And that's how he's gonna act after all the good time you spend together.

"He's a backstabber" suho tsked.

"And why did you stop me from beating him, y/n? Can't you see the way he's treating us?" Suho anger laced tone made your chest tighten.

"Stop it." Sieun quiet voice cut in.

I’m sorry, Suho. I still think of him as a friend—”

Suho let out a mocking chuckle at your words. “Y/n, are you not getting what’s happening right now? Have you forgotten who he’s hanging around with?” His voice was stern, almost scolding.

You bit your lower lip, saying nothing. Deep down, you knew you should hate Beomseok for the choices he was making, for abandoning you all so carelessly. But you couldn’t. Because you also knew what he carried beneath the surface—the weight no one else could see. Maybe the reason behind his sudden leave, the shadow he never spoke of, but you had glimpsed enough to understand.

[♡]

You're going home alone. Lost in your thoughts. Too much had happened today. Betrayal. You have heard many people saying betryal hurts the most because it always comes from the person you're close with. But never experienced it yourself before. Now feeling it firsthand hurts so much. You are beating up yourself by thinking 'Where did it all go wrong?' At karaoke. He was fine when he came with all of you that day. But he left abruptly from there.

Why?

Would he ever talk with you guys again? You don't know. But you'll keep his secret safe with you. You knew his secret—how he was adopted by a wealthy politician who only took him in for public image. A man who beat him ruthlessly for even the smallest mistakes. You had even seen the scars on his back once; it had ached your heart to see your friend suffer like that. Seeing the red marks on his pale skin now made you gasp in surprise. His father was a monster.

He had trusted you with that secret, and you had promised—always—to keep it. Even when he had cut ties with you messily, even when he shared the darkest thoughts, like how he had sometimes thought about ending his life, you had always been there to shut him down gently. You reminded him, again and again, that he was never alone.

But now… you didn’t know if he would ever talk to you again.

Its late at night. You are about to sleep. When your mobile phone vibrated. At first you want to ignore it but still chose to pick it up —thinking its your mom. But no its beomseok. You sat up on your bed, quickly attending the call.

"Beomseok?" You softly called his name. Today beomseok overheard suho trying to brainwash you into thinking that 'beomseok is the bad guy'. He needs to make sure his girl doesn't think like that. He knows how much you cared about him. You are such sweet and caring girl and he decided to take advantage of that.

"I’m standing by the bridge." Your heart skipped a beat. Such simple words—but the meaning behind them was enough to make your blood run cold.

Before you could respond, he cut the call. Without thinking, you bolted for the front door, still in your night pajamas. You grabbed the nearest shoes, yanked them on, and ran.

Adrenaline shot through your veins, making your legs move faster than they ever had. Your lungs burned, your chest heaved, and your heart slammed against your ribcage. Beomseok… what if he actually jumps? Panic clawed at your mind. Every shadow on the street seemed heavier, every step urgent.

You ran like your life depended on it, weaving between streetlights, stumbling over cracks in the pavement, ignoring the sting in your calves. All you could think was: I can’t let him do this. He can’t do this. I have to stop him.

When you finally reached the bridge, your chest heaving and legs trembling, you saw him—tall, rigid, standing near the edge. Your breath caught in your throat. Fear, dread, and a terrible clarity slammed into you: he wasn’t here to play games… but he wasn’t trying to kill himself yet, either. He would do it if you failed to obey. The weight of that truth made your stomach drop as you skidded to a halt, completely out of breath.

"Beomseok, what do you think you’re doing?" you asked, your hands braced on your knees as you struggled to catch your breath.

He turned slowly to look at you, a look in his eyes you couldn’t quite place—something unreadable, sharp, and dangerous all at once.

“Why won’t you talk to me anymore, Y/n?”

Your heart jumped. He was the one who had cut ties with everyone, and now he was asking you this.

“But it was you, Beomseok. You stopped talking with us,” you said, your voice shaking. At the mention of your friends, he closed his eyes, frustration tightening his jaw.

“I’m not talking about them. I’m talking about you. It’s about you and me.”

Even the mention of Suho and Sieun seemed to make him angrier. Panic tightened in your chest—you had to tread carefully.

“Beomseok, just… let’s go. We can talk somewhere else,” you pleaded, desperation creeping into your voice.

“No. I know you won’t listen to me anyway. You always follow those two.” A sad smile flickered on his face, but it made your stomach twist with dread.

“No, that’s not true. I’ll do whatever you say. Okay?” You blurted out the first words that came to your mind, your voice trembling.

“Whatever,” he repeated, almost like a test.

“Yeah. Now… let’s go.” You nodded quickly, without thinking, barely aware of what you were agreeing to. Relief and fear mingled in your chest—you thought you were doing the right thing, but you couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling curling in your stomach.

He finally let go of the bridge railing, and you released the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. As soon as he stepped closer, you threw your arms around him, clinging to him in shaky relief.

Beomseok couldn’t stop the faint, twisted smirk from curling at his lips. Hesitantly—deliberately—he put his arms around you, pretending to tremble, pretending to still be shaken. Inside, he was anything but. Seeing you in your nightclothes had thrilled him—it meant you had come straight from bed, unthinking, desperate. And that didn’t make him feel guilty in the slightest. If anything, he thought you deserved it.

The two of you began walking down the empty road, silence stretching between you. Finally, you gathered the courage to break it, your voice barely audible.

“Why would you do this?”

Beomseok’s eyes flicked toward you, his lips curving ever so slightly.

“You told me you’d do anything I want.”

“What?” you asked, slightly confused.

“Earlier. On the bridge.”

You swallowed hard, but still gave a slow, reluctant nod.

“Y/n.” He halted his steps, and you froze with him. A mixture of fear and curiosity twisted in your chest. What could he possibly want from you—after leaving your friend group behind, after choosing to befriend the very people who used to bully you?

“I want you to be with me,” he said, a joyful glint in his eyes. “Leave those two and join my new group.”

Shock washed over you. How could he even ask that? Why would he expect you to abandon Sieun and Suho—friends who had done nothing but treat you with kindness and respect?

“Beomseok—” you began, but he cut you off sharply.

“Remember, Y/n. You said anything. And this is the least thing you can do.” His tone shifted, sulky and low, as he looked at the ground—yet you could feel the trap closing in around you.

Your chest tightened. You couldn’t leave Sieun and Suho. But you couldn’t refuse Beomseok either, not when he had just threatened his own life. You were caught in the middle, helpless. Trapped.

“Okay,” you whispered bitterly.

His lips stretched into a wide smile, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes at your forced surrender. You hated it—you hated him for making you say it, for twisting your fear into obedience. And though you couldn’t bring yourself to hate Beomseok completely, in that moment, you hated what he was doing to you.

[♡]

Sieun and Suho froze when they walked in, eyes widening at the sight of Beomseok leaning casually against your desk, chatting with you as though nothing had ever happened.

Suho’s jaw tightened. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he strode forward.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Beomseok didn’t even flinch. His smirk widened as he shot back, “Are you blind? I’m talking to my friend.”

You sat stiffly at your desk, your hands trembling against your lap. Too scared to say anything.

“She’s not your friend,” Suho said flatly, his voice sharp as a blade.

Beomseok chuckled, the sound mocking, dismissive. “Did she tell you that?”

The air grew heavy, tension crackling between them. Then Suho’s gaze shifted to you, piercing.

“Tell him to get lost, Y/n.”

Your throat tightened. You couldn’t meet Suho’s eyes—not when Beomseok was staring at you with that smug look, fully confident you wouldn’t dare betray him. He already knew what you were about to do.

The silence stretched, unbearably thick. All eyes were on you.

“Suho… please leave us alone,” you whispered, your lips trembling as you bit down hard.

Both Sieun and Suho froze in shock. Their mouths parted, stunned, unable to believe those words had just come from you. Something was wrong—they could feel it—but they had no proof.

“You heard her,” Beomseok said smoothly, waving them off with mock authority. “Now get lost.”

Reluctantly, they backed away, their confusion and frustration written all over their faces. Beomseok, victorious, leaned back against your desk with a self-satisfied grin, continuing to talk to you as if nothing had happened—until the teacher walked into the classroom.

[♡]

You could often feel Sieun’s or Suho’s gaze lingering on you during class, but the guilt was too heavy—you couldn’t bring yourself to meet their eyes. You were the worst friend.

When the bell finally rang, you thought you’d be free—free from Beomseok’s suffocating presence. But it wasn’t enough. As you slung your bag over your shoulder, he stopped you before you could even leave.

What made your stomach drop was that he wasn’t alone. The same guys who used to torment your group stood behind him, smug grins plastered on their faces.

“What is it now?” you muttered, trying to sound annoyed, though your voice wavered.

“Come to the back of the school. I’ve got something to show you.” He wasn’t wearing his glasses this time—trying, maybe, to look cooler. But with those guys flanking him, his invitation felt more like a command.

“I’m sorry, Beomseok, but my mom—”

“I know your mom doesn’t come home until late at night,” he whispered into your ear, and a shiver crawled down your spine. He knew too much. It was terrifying.

“Now come with me.”

He grabbed your arm and pulled you along. You didn’t protest—you couldn’t. Fear froze your voice in your throat. He won’t do anything stupid… right?

When you reached the back of the school, they pulled out their vapes. So this was what he wanted to show you.

“Hey, you should try it,” Yeongbin sneered, exhaling a cloud of smoke in your direction. The same boy who used to bully Sieun.

You glared at him. “No thanks.”

“Why not? Aren’t you in our group now?” His smirk widened.

Your stomach churned. You loathed him. You loathed them all. But most of all, you couldn’t believe Beomseok was letting this happen.

“Here. Try mine, Y/n.” Beomseok held out his vape toward you, expectant.

“No, Beomseok. I’ve never smoked. I don’t want to.” You hoped—naively—that he’d respect that.

“Please. For me.” His voice was softer now, coaxing, almost sweet. But his eyes told a different story.

You shook your head again.

“Y/n.” His tone sharpened. A warning. You knew where this was going.

With trembling hands, you brought the vape to your lips. The moment you inhaled, the harsh flavor of chemicals and artificial sweetness burned your tongue. The smoke hit the back of your throat like fire, searing its way into your lungs. You coughed violently, choking, your eyes watering as you staggered back.

“Gosh, she’s too soft,” Yeongbin snickered, blowing another puff into the air.

Beomseok just watched, unreadable, as you wiped at your watery eyes, the acrid taste still clinging to your mouth.

[♡]

You couldn’t focus on your studies anymore. Beomseok was always there—waiting at the school gate, blocking your way in. Sometimes he made you skip classes outright, dragging you along whether you wanted to or not. Other times, he pulled you into narrow alleys with his delinquent friends, their vapes filling the air, or they’d loiter around town just wasting time.

You were getting sick of it. Sick of Beomseok’s antics. Sick of how he was controlling your entire life with nothing more than threats. This wasn’t right. He had no right to do this.

The only people you could think to turn to were Sieun and Suho. They would help you… wouldn’t they?

But now, after missing so many classes, you didn’t even know where to start with your studies. You sat with your phone in your trembling hands, gathering all the courage you had left, before finally typing out a message.

You: hello sieun.

The reply came five minutes later.

Sieun: hi.. what is it? Finally decided to talk with me.

Your stomach twisted. You didn’t know what to say next. Your teeth sank into your lip, the shame heavy in your chest. You thought about Suho, but the memory of humiliating him in front of the entire class stopped you. That was why you had chosen Sieun. He seemed calmer. Gentler. Maybe safer.

You: yeah. I’m sorry for my behaviour sieun. I need your help guys.

His response came almost instantly. He must have been worried sick this whole time. They had both known something was wrong—ever since you started hanging around Beomseok and the very bullies who used to torment your group.

Sieun: y/n, is everything okay? Are you fine?

Tears pricked your eyes. You couldn’t hold them back. Every day, Beomseok pushed you further—forcing you into things you didn’t want, draining you both mentally and physically. And Sieun had noticed. He had seen the way you had changed, the way your smile had disappeared. Even your empty desk in the classroom was enough to hurt him.

Your fingers shook as you typed the next words:

You: I’ll tell you guys everything tomorrow. Meet me at our usual cafe after school.

As soon as you hit send, your chest felt lighter—as if for the first time in weeks, you could finally breathe. Maybe this was your chance. Maybe you could finally be saved from Beomseok and his suffocating grip.

You already had a plan: you wouldn’t go to school tomorrow. You’d pretend to be sick, skipping classes so you wouldn’t have to give Beomseok any excuses. Then, while he was distracted, you’d sneak off to the café and tell Sieun and Suho everything.

For the first time in a long while, you allowed yourself a fragile hope.

[♡]

You knew his call would come when you didn’t show up at school. And it did.

Your eyes fluttered open at the sound of your phone ringing. Beomseok’s name lit up the screen. You groaned, hesitated, then picked it up.

“Why aren’t you at school yet?” His demanding voice boomed from the other end.

“I don’t think I can come today… I’m sick, Beomseok.” You sighed, hoping he wouldn’t catch your act.

There was a pause. His tone softened, shifting strangely fast. “Are you okay? Will you be fine on your own?”

“Yeah. I’ll be fine.” You hung up, satisfied that you’d gotten away with it.

But Beomseok wasn’t convinced. He knew you lived only with your mother, no siblings, no one else around. That gnawed at him. He skipped classes often anyway, so what was stopping him from visiting?

Later, when Yeongbin asked, “Y/n didn’t come today?” Beomseok’s answer was flat.

“She’s sick.”

“I thought maybe she’s crawling back to those two bastards.” Yeongbin joked, making the others laugh. He meant Sieun and Suho.

But Beomseok didn’t laugh.

“I was kidding, man,” Yeongbin chuckled, patting his shoulder. Beomseok shrugged him off, face unreadable.

[♡]

You felt like you were floating—finally free for a day. Watching TV in the quiet of your house, no Beomseok, no delinquents, just silence.

Then the doorbell rang.

Your heart sank. You weren’t expecting anyone. But when you opened the door, your stomach flipped.

Beomseok.

Shit. Just your luck.

“Beomseok? What are you doing here?” The words slipped out dumbly, and you instantly regretted them.

“What? Y/n, you’re sick. I came to see if you’re okay.” He chuckled, but there was something sharp in his eyes. You were more fidgety than usual, and he noticed.

“Won’t you invite me in?”

Your plans with Sieun and Suho flashed in your mind, but you couldn’t exactly turn him away. With a tight smile, you stepped aside and let him in.

In the living room, his eyes lingered on your shorts. He swallowed hard, gaze heavy on your back as you walked ahead.

“Sit. I’ll get you something,” you offered quickly, but before you could escape, his hand shot out, stopping you.

“No need. Just sit with me.” He patted the space beside him.

You obeyed.

“What happened? You were fine yesterday,” he pressed.

“Yeah… when I woke up, I realized I had a fever.” You forced a small smile. He studied you for a long moment, then nodded slowly.

“I’ll be right back,” you excused yourself and slipped into the restroom.

When you left, your phone buzzed on the coffee table. Beomseok glanced over—and froze.

Sieun: We’re at the café, y/n. When will you be here?

The words set his blood on fire. Rage twisted his face. He had told you to cut ties with them. And yet… here you were, plotting behind his back. Pretending to be sick—just to see them.

When you returned, the air felt different. Beomseok sat stiffly on the couch, eyes fixed ahead, expression blank.

“So… did you enjoy yourself today?” You tried to break the silence, your laugh brittle.

His head snapped toward you. The venom in his eyes made your stomach drop.

“Care to explain this?” He held up your phone, Sieun’s name glowing on the screen.

Your heart plummeted.

“What?” You tried to play dumb, voice trembling.

“Don’t fucking act dumb with me, Y/n.” His voice was ice, rage barely contained. “Were you gonna meet him today?”

You froze. His stare pinned you down like a blade at your throat.

And finally—you snapped.

“Yeah. So what, Beomseok?” Your voice cracked, but your anger carried it through. “I’m sick of you—and your fucking weird friends.”

For a moment, silence.

Then—Beomseok shot up from the couch so fast you flinched back. His jaw tightened, veins visible at his temple, hands curling into fists.

“So what?” His voice dropped, low and dangerous. “You think you can just say that to me? After everything I’ve done for you?”

You tried to steady your breathing, but your chest was tight. “Beomseok, listen—”

“Shut the fuck up!” he roared, slamming his hand against the coffee table so hard your phone clattered to the floor. You jumped, instinctively pressing yourself against the back of the couch.

His shadow loomed over you, and he grabbed your wrist in a bruising grip, yanking you to your feet.

“You lied to me. Played me like I’m some idiot while you run back to those two bastards?!” His face was inches from yours, spit flying with every word.

“Let me go—” you tried, but his fingers dug harder into your skin.

“No. You’re not going anywhere. Not to them. Not without me.” His eyes blazed with something feral, a storm of obsession and rage. “If you think you can walk out on me, Y/n… you’re dead wrong.”

He shoved you back against the wall, pinning you with one hand at your throat—not choking, but pressing enough to make you feel trapped, caged.

“You belong here,” he hissed. “With me. Not with them. You don’t get to decide anymore.”

Mustering all your strength you pushed him off of yourself. Running straight to your bedroom. Because it's only safespace in your sight. You can't believe how in few minutes he has became such a lunatic. Or he has always been crazy but you never realized it until now..

You slammed the door shut with all the strength you had, pressing your shoulder against it, praying the lock would hold. But it never clicked — his hand was already forcing it open.

“Don’t you dare shut me out!” Beomseok’s voice thundered through the crack.

Your whole body strained against the wood, trembling as you shoved back with your weight. For a split second, you thought you had a chance. Then the pressure doubled. The door jerked forward, your feet slipped, and with one last violent shove, it flew wide open.

You hit the floor hard, pain shooting up your elbow as you scrambled back on your hands. But he was already there, stepping inside, casting his shadow over you.

“Running away from me? From me?” His tone was low, almost disbelieving — then it snapped into rage. He grabbed your ankle and yanked, dragging you across the floor before you could crawl further.

“Pathetic,” he spat, looming over you, his chest rising and falling with ragged fury. “You think your little room is gonna save you? You think anyone can save you?”

The walls of your bedroom, once familiar and safe, now felt like a cage closing in — with him as the jailer.

You lay sprawled on the floor, lungs burning, your body refusing to move. For the first time, you felt truly hopeless — like no matter how hard you fought back, it wouldn’t matter.

Beomseok didn’t give you time to catch your breath. He dropped down, straddling your waist. The weight of him pressed into you, crushing, inescapable.

“Look at me,” he demanded, his voice sharp enough to cut. His hands slammed against the floor beside your head, caging you in completely.

You turned your face away, but he grabbed your chin, forcing you to meet his burning eyes.

“You really thought you could lie to me? Sneak off to them?” His voice shook with fury, but underneath it was something even worse — obsession. “You’re mine, Y/n. Mine. And I’ll break you before I ever let you go.”

Tears blurred your vision. Every instinct screamed to shove him off, to scream for help, but your body froze under his weight.

The walls of your room blurred, your heartbeat thundering in your ears. You realized then — this wasn’t Beomseok, your classmate, anymore. This was something else. Something monstrous.

"I think I need to teach you lesson for trying to sneak off to meet them."

You don't know what he's trying to say until you felt his fingers on hem of shorts, before you could even stop him. He took off your shorts effortlessly.

"Beomseok no- stop it!" Your attempts at stopping were in vain. He has successfully taken off your shorts off causing you let out choked sob.

He's a monster.

The metal buckle clinked as he unfastened his belt. You couldn't stop stream of tears falling from your eyes. Beomseok entered inside you—fast and rough. He didn’t slow down at all.

"Beomseok please can't we just talk." You could barely talk.

"Now you want to talk." Beomseok loves the feeling being inside of your tight warm walls. He should have done this earlier. You nodded your head at his words.

"But don't you see it, sweetheart. I love you. Fuck—" A partical thrust inside you cause him to shudder. He spreads your thigh further for easy access.

The sight below beomseok is beautiful. He can get used to it. Your hair falling astray, your face has gotten red from crying too much and the way your lips quiver. He could never get enough of it. He has got taste of it. And he has already became addicted to it.

The whole apartment is silence beside your room where only your silent sobs and the skin slapping sound can be heard. Each thrust cause you to let out a gasp.

"Just stop it now." You placed your hands on beomseok chest, trying to push him off.

But he's enjoying himself and you can't stop him at this very moment. He grabs your wrists with zero effort and slammed them above your hand. As he keep fucking inside with with animalistic pace.

"Fuck you're perfect. "You looked at ceiling with hopeless look. Hoping this nightmare would end soon.

Your body cannot stop itself from reacting itself from getting pleasure. You hate how your body is naturally reacting to getting pleasure. You hate yourself for getting wet. You hate it even more when it has became easier for him to push himself inside of you with ease.

The wet slouching sound of his thrusts, his balls slapping against your ass. All of this made you close your eyes in disgust. You turned your head away with closed eyes.

But he won't even let this happen.

"Look at me, when I cum inside of you." His fingers grabbed your chin roughly as he made you face him. But you kept your eyes closed.

"Still won't open your eyes." He pulled his phone out his pant's pocket and began recording you. You didn't know he was recording it until he spoke.

"Say hello to the camera, y/n." Those words made your blood went cold. When you finally open your eyes, he's still thrusting inside you while recording you with his left hand.

You put your hand on your face, trying to hide your face. Even he has already recored you in your glory.

"What? You're camera Shy now." He chuckled mockingly, as he tried to pry your hand off of yourself.

He throws phone somewhere behind him, as he feel himself getting close to climax. His thrusts got even rougher and your tears began to fall even faster. You couldn't stop occasional moans or whimper from escaping your mouth.

"Keep making those sounds for me." With that, he shot thick rope of cum inside of you. He looked at your pussy in awe when he saw some of cum even leaking out of you. "Fuck" He cursed to himself.

He quickly put his pants up and look down at your poor state. He didn't feel sorry for you at all. After all you deserve this. You're into shock to do anything. You laid down there still on the floor, waiting for him to leave or at least apologize. But instead you saw sick satisfied smile on his face.

He picked up his cell phone where he had thrown it earlier. He began to take pictures of you. He zoomed closed to where he has cum inside of you and take lot of snaps.

"Why?" You whispered. It was barely audible. You didn't think he'd hear it. But he did.

"Because you disobey me."

With that he left, leaving you half naked, with his cum stuffed inside of you and alone. In living room your phone was still buzzing. Beomseok didn’t leave without smashing your cell phone to ground.

[♡]

[starry-stay-s]

"My dad could do it better"

☆Sylus x nonmc! reader

☆fluff, crack?

☆authors note; so im back... school started and so ill try my bestest to upload, anyways this is based off a post I saw idk where and I had to do it p.s. also idk why its in bold I pressed smth and it wont go back😕 p.p.s i just realized how often i use emojis and im gagged

►whenever something happens around the house, reader calls their dad to fix it even tho sylus can cus its kinda like a habit. based on a tiktok i saw where the girl was like "my daddy wouldnt do that"

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Reader texting Sylus

The tv wont turn on😕

Sy❤️ Are you sure you're pressing the on button, sweetie?

that was one time💔 and yes i am pressing the on button😒 im pretty sure it has smth against me

Sy❤️ its a TV kitten it cant have smth against you Ill check it out when i get back what do i get in return once i successfully turn on the tv sweetie?

a thank you and a thumbs up☺️

Sy❤️ is that it?

mhm😍

Sy❤️ im feeling rather greedy, so unless you make a better offer consider the TV broken permanently

damn well ik other repairmen so jokes on you😈

Sy❤️ 🤨 luke and kieran dont count kitten and as far as i know youre too scared to talk to anyone from an actual repair company so who is this 'repairman' you know?

youll see...

Fast foward a few hours, Sylus finally gets home after tedious business deals. He walks into the living room to see you on the couch, reading a book silently. The TV's screen was still black, and the evidence of your frustration was evident with the remote thrown carelessly on the other side of the room.

"Wheres your repairman, kitten? Couldnt make it?" He says, chuckle smooth and deep as he makes way to the couch.

"Actually, he's on his way right now. He doesnt exactly live near the N109 zone. You knopw, like most sane people." You say without sparing him a glance, going back to reading your book.

He chuckles again before wordlessly getting up, going to the TV to see what could be wrong.

He spends 30 minutes trying to fix it, the wires a mess, buttons being pushed, but nothing. The screen remains dark, reflecting the growing irritation on his face. Thats when you finally get up, moving to leave the room. The distinct sound of the doorbell rang, followed shortly with the sound of the front door opening.

"Sweetie, who is it?" He calls out, confused since no one in their right mind would be so politly ringing his doorbell, and let alone someone who you would open the door to.

Moments later, you walks back in with your dad right behind you, toolbox in hand. You grin at Sylus and dramatically gesture at your dad, as if presenting a precious present.

"I present to you, the best repairman known to... well me." Your father simply smiles before making his way to the TV. All the while, Sylus looks at you in mild shock by his spot in the midst of multiple wires. Your father quickly takes over, replacing Sylus effortlessly as he begins doing god knows what.

Sylus seems to accept defeat, albeit reluctantly as he moves away and to your side.

"I could've done it by myself."

"Sure, Sy, whatever you say."

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Within an hour, your dad finishes fixing the TV. The screen now playing previews of various shows and movies. Sylus ended up watching your father as he fixed it, talking to him about it. You know, bonding over it like men do. Your dad gave you a quick hug and kiss on the head before leaving.

"Told you so." Your voice mocking as you turn towards Sylus.

"Yes, you did. Though it was a simple problem to begin with." He says, smug grin on his face.

Still unable to fully claim defeat. But that's fine. He'll come to learn that your dad truly can fix anything. Whether it's the easy or hard way.

Its totally not a threat to peace within your home...

[heyclickadee]

A couple thoughts on the Marauder in Sanctuary:

1. There isn’t an officially released layout. Everything about the layout is fan speculation, and us assuming that we’d seen everything even though that didn’t have to be true. The most comprehensive fan layout I’ve seen is here, with this addition. Also, Lamar Giles wouldn’t have written this in a vacuum and might have access to info we don’t have. Who knows!

2. I…kind of already figured most of the stuff that’s described in the book was there. The ship is 99.5 feet long and we only ever get a good look at four main areas that don’t make up that entire length. They live on the ship most of the time; there would need to be a bathroom, somewhere to store and prep food, etc. Tech mentions having a bunk in “Aftermath” that seems to be near a storage area since he doesn’t want Wrecker’s torpedoed by it, but we never see where it is. There’s just probably parts of that one long hallway (and that attic area) we didn’t see on the show because we didn’t need to see them because there was never a scene that required it so why build those sets. I mean, I figure the Falcon has rooms we haven’t seen, too. The reason those areas are mentioned here is because there are scenes that require them. Sets exist for the needs of the plot.

3. I sort of get the impression that people are imagining full size rooms, and I have to admit that that would force my brain to hit the brakes. I’m imagining something in between a motorhome (longest of these is about half the length of the marauder and could fit all of the features mentioned) and a small submarine (a 220 foot submarine would get packed with almost ten times the number of people as you’ve got in the Marauder, and those had galleys, sleeping quarters, etc) where everything is dual use and you have to be really economical with space.

Rooms are tiny (I’m imagining the ‘fresher as being about the size of an airplane lavatory, Hunter’s room could be a slot in the wall in that upper storage area we catch a glimpse of in “Cut and Run,” an episode which, if nothing else, informs us that there are panels in the ship that open into areas we don’t see), and anything that isn’t in use can be folded up and used as something else (I think this is the case with the table). The kitchen can be a space burner, space toaster oven, and a cutting board’s worth of counter space hidden behind a sliding panel in the more narrow part of the ship. Plus, there’s probably some dual use, like how Omega’s room is really just the gunner’s roost. None of this requires adding any extra space to the interior.

4. The one nitpick I do actually have here is that Giles doesn’t necessarily convey a sense of space or location within the ship, which does make it a little confusing. I’m not going to ding him too hard for that, though.

5. The additions make the ship feel even more like a house, which ties into the idea of the Marauder as clone force 99’s home, which is something that was emphasized in seasons one and two (and a little in three). Whiiiiich…is another thing that makes me think we aren’t quite done with these characters. While I assume Hunter and Omega, at least, have a house on Pabu by the time of the epilogue, the present day part of the series cuts off right at the moment everyone is able to sit down for two seconds and think they’re safe but before they’re really able to react to anything that happened, including losing the Marauder. These characters technically end the series homeless. We never see where they live, we never see anyone but Hunter really settled, and given both some of Wrecker’s and Omega’s conversations in this book and the fact that Crosshair is, as far as we know, still suicidal at the end of the series, I’m not sure they are. I think they will be—I just also think we haven’t seen it yet. And that dealing with the loss of the Marauder (which, okay, if Tech is coming back it makes sense to deal with it then and not before, because it’s his ship in a lot of ways and otherwise you’d have to deal with it twice) is going to be part of that. So I feel like these little additions support some themes in an interesting way.

6. I do think some—not all, it’s fine, I get why some people have an issue even if I’m seeing it differently, but some—of the Marauder complaints are coming from a place of bad faith not entirely unlike that time a YouTuber complained about the use of screws in Andor. Again, some.

7. I will also admit that this is the kind of thing I tend to care about the least. I don’t think these are continuity errors, it’s just stuff we didn’t know about the ship, but even if they were, I’m willing to overlook this particular kind of continuity if it’s well used and if the story is well told.

8. The dinner scene at the end was a great way to bring the book full circle, so….

9. I had to get this out because, honestly, I do not care for this discourse and I will be ignoring all of it from this point onwards.

[appleblueberry-pie]

Possessive! Toji x Slight Gym Rat! Reader

You're a strong girl.

Very durable and level-headed.

You're not the type to be clumsy, and paired with that playful/witty attitude, that's who Toji fell in love with. A nice girl with nice muscle progression who loved the gym, food, and him just as much.

He would be there to help prep your meals for the week and also be there to help you stretch when you came back from your daily pump.

His job is his 'daily pump'. Coming home often with a sweat-soaked shirt and tense muscles. You don't press about his job, and he appreciates you respecting his privacy when it comes to it.

He hates when people think that it's ok to just come up and touch you or even be too close in general and this is specifically for the men who's eyes tear through your clothes.

A snarl on his lips before you know it and he's dragging you out of whatever store, restaurant or establishment you were at to take you somewhere safer.

His job does enough to make him paranoid about the type of people you could encounter. These jobs are for the sloppiest of assholes and most of the time, they deserve to be dead. Just thinking of the men who look at you like meat, they could good as well be his next target. The thought of that makes his blood boil. He'll be damned if someone touches his baby.

Imagine how he reacted when you come home with an insane bruise on your arm.

He's on the couch, watching television and snacking on his off day.

You come back home from the gym and you're in your shirt and sweats. He looks over to say something but his eye catches a dark, dark blotch spreading over your upper arm. His eyebrows scrunch and his chewing pauses. His head follows your trail and you smile at him without explaining. Seems like you didn't care.

Speechless, he watches you walk by.

"The fuck is that??"

Your head snaps back at him, confused at his words. "What...?" You look to where he's looking. Oh.

"Oh, it's nothing." You laugh awkwardly and continue to walk towards the bathroom. He immediately gets up, which makes you pick up your pace.

With wide steps, he covers the distance between the two of you fast and he grabs your good arm, turning you around.

"Y/n, stop fuckin' around." He's trying his best to keep calm and you can tell.

"Nothing's wrong, I promise. Can you just let it go?" Ashamed, you turn around to head into the bathroom.

Taken aback, he watches you head in and walks in to follow you. "Let it go? What-" He sighs, rubbing both of his hands over his face. "You know how I feel about you hiding shit from me." You roll your eyes. "You keep things from me all the time."

Toji steps closer, making you put down your towel so you can look at him. "You know my job is different. This is about you. I can't let go of a bastard laying hands on my girl. Tell me who fucking did this to you."

You laugh at his words and honestly that would've been his last straw if you didn't clarify. "No one did this. I fell in the gym. Slipped and fell, baby." Your face softens as you show him again. "See? It's like rectangle shaped. Metal stand bit me back."

He could see it's weird straight-ish shape. I mean, i guess. He sighs and pokes it, making you whine in pain. "Stop it!"

The rest of his anger fades, and he rolls his eyes. There wasn't a day he would go not worrying about your wellbeing.

[nathalievonhoffman]

What’s the most recent indication — or even a small piece of evidence — that J2 are togheter?

Hey! Let's see… Although the smoke and mirrors have been denser than ever lately and it's even harder to find solid-solid-1000%solid evidence, I'm going to list what I consider to be proof that they are still together romantically:

(When I have more time, because studying is killing me, I will investigate better and in a more organized way)

-They are still using their three classic third wheels (Genevive, Misha, and Cliff, each in their particular work field) and from what I see, Anson has been added (to be honest, when I didn’t know who he was, I confused him with Jensen several times). The bearding with G is very intense, excessive I believe sometimes, and the mearding (I’ve seen that they call it that 🤷🏻‍♀️, which corresponds to Misha, Cliff, and Anson) also. I think Anson does it because he seems like a good friend of Jared, he probably does it as a buddy, unlike the other three. With JA being without a beard, basically, because they must have had a big fight or have been fighting a lot, I think he is leaning towards increasing the mearding, the interviews (which he is using in part -besides promoting his work, obviously- as indirect bearding) and JP helping him with intense bearding.

Now I came up with another theory. Maybe during the time that JA was without a beard, they had to increase the separate narratives because of that?🤔 Now because they found another strategy…

The patterns in their planning never stopped.

-the synchronization in what they say they do, whether it be leisure activities, interests, work, attitudes, etc. (This could perfectly happen with best friends too, but it is very common when you are with someone almost all the time). Because in their case, it is much more intense! Even their synchronization in their body, in their words, etc. This obviously happens if you live with someone. (Whatever the bond may be) They often share the same style as well.

Curiosities (that could be coincidences) *a few years ago, JA (I think I remember) said that in addition to the mountains and Italy - JP's favorite places - Portugal was also one of them.

*I suspect that the video of RC, where JA is in the snow, was recorded by JP. (JA had already said that JP could do it, but didn't "usually" do it, in one case years ago he gave him credit, but in this case he gave it to Steve,pff, I don't believe it Rick.)

At one of the conventions in England or Scotland (I think from last year), JP was seen (then photos appeared of him with Cliff and G) a week before a convention that JA was the only one going to attend.

-Obviously, no one can keep track of what they say at different times. (if you are lying) So there have been mistakes in what they say. For example: When JP had the traffic accident (I don't remember well if it was Thanksgiving Day in 2022 or Easter in 2023?), JA when he told what had happened to him in two different panels at the same convention, said two different things regarding his locations when that event occurred. Plus,he said that he had seen the condition of the car…

In the past JIB, J2 hinted (if I understood correctly) that M had gone with them, and was going to return to Canada with them (we know that the latter is a lie, there are photos from the airport where only J2 was). And now that Iremember...he also didn't go with them to Italy, because if I remember correctly, M said he had finished filming the previous week. (Maybe I'm remembering wrong?). But at least there was already a lie there, and that says a lot…

The joke that JA made to JP on April Fool's, as he told it, I didn't understand (but since English is not my first language, maybe I really didn't get it). For me, JA meant that the joke was about trying to wake JP up at 6:00 (?) AM to tell him that he had to go to work, when that week they were not going to work. But as always, he included M in that story. Obviously to divert attention that they were both alone in the same room. (JP said in a podcast from these years, that he didn't use an alarm, that his alarms were his family 👀 and that he didn't respond to messages and calls immediately, he did it when he felt like doing it. JA knowing this… seems like a trap haha). Look at the JIB from this year, the panel just for JA. When JP appeared in it, I loved it, because JA basically repeated to him the whole version of what he had told his fans, so there was no room for error for JP.

-Photos and videos are a whole world of study, I believe. There is also a pattern of behavior in them.

-Both continue to act in real life (subtle words from J2). And at the conventions, they put on a show (words from JA). The white lies continue, the omissions continue, they continue to hide things when it comes to things that involve both of them.

-In these latest interviews , JA leaves important details about his wife. Remember to translate 'wife' as JP.

*'the tallest Tentpole' (I would say it was a fun way to refer to JP, the tallest and slender one)

'my incredible life partner, who keeps the show going' (with all the organization, bearding, etc,that JP does) Didn’t JA say that in HIS living room see a thing - at the last JIB, in a panel with M - that was worthy of winning many Emmys? - he said it comparing it to the pathetic performance of Castiel's 'declaration of love' (yuck, double yuck). Curious.. Because just JP and G have appeared a lot in a LIVING ROOM 😉 his living room.

He always says something about JP, always, even if the message is 'hidden', in wife code (mind you, he occasionally refers to D, obviously, but not with compliments and you can tell when he refers to her). *In another of the latest interviews, JA said that he always jokes (they do it a lot, we know) with his wife something like he was no longer the youngest talent leader.They told this to JP when he was only 21 years old and was already the lead actor of SPN.

-Yesterday I read important evidence discovered by a fan. She said she saw at two conventions, one in 2022, that JA said he was a fan of H Styles' music, and in 2024, that JP said his wife was a fan of him. Around the same time (if I'm not mistaken around 2022), photos of JP were posted at a H Styles concert! (it's magical). And in 2024, he didn't talk about whether he liked his music, but his wife (who is into the music too 👀), I mean, he accompanied his husband JA 😏.

Bonus:The most memorable (of several, since we know JP is a fan of them) Pearl Jam concert (they mentioned it recently), where JA was with JP (confirmed, now it sounds to me like they told this story again? Or was it at another concert? Or was it something else that happened at another PJ concert?).A few years ago, JP said it had been a date, and that it was the first time he went to see them. (He also said, if I understood correctly, that he had a box or something where he kept all those romantic memories.) But I'm not sure if they are referring to the same concert or not…

-All the juggling that they have continued to do all these years, regarding vacations (especially on special dates)

--The different work sets of both. Except with TB and now CD (but actually, this doesn't count because JP wasn't acting at that time). As far as I know, the others coincided in the area and times. Walker's independence with Big Sky, Tracker with Fire Country.

JA said at a Convention (I think it was this year) something about playgrounds..(I have to check again, because when I heard it, it seemed important)

*JA telling him in a meet & greet "baby boy" (softly). *JA a few years ago said that JP completed him and then immediately reacted strangely, as if he was scolding himself for saying it. (Later, they didn’t let JA be alone at the panels-according to Rich -because things would slip out from JA). *Making banter, because JP said that they weren’t always sleeping in the same bed and JA saying only sometimes not (the question was about Sam and Dean, but many times they divert it to them.It makes no sense from the perspective of its characters..)It must have been either when JA was filming TB or CD. JA saying that once when he got home, he went to sleep with his daughter. I interpret it as JP (at least back then) had terrible insomnia (from what he said, that he had to go out for a walk to tire himself out) (it could be that he was nervous because JA was in another place, far away, working and arriving late for example) (the reason why they moved, to be close to the center of the (scarce) work (available) and to keep his family near).

-In recent years, there was a response about being soulmates that fit J2 (for me they answered from their point of view, it didn't make sense from Sam and Dean - there was another occasion where they answered from the perspective of their characters -)

Saying that in the beginning they suspected it, but now it was a fact that they were soulmates. (I think JA said that). There are many other examples of these over the past few years.

-In these last years, I have seen (again) clothing items that have matched. (and not the typical T-shirt or solid color jeans, but items I could say are "special"). I even go a step further, but I suspect that when JA has said he bought clothes for JP, it's so we don't look too closely. (translation, it is an item they already had in their closet and possibly has seen JA wear it at some point), because otherwise, why insist on that? To yell a the fans that JA buys (too) things for JP, to show them -that even if he can't express it openly- he matters a lot to him? It could also be.

I still find it funny that even today, they include M even in the clothing issue. (There are many examples of these last few years, including this one.)

Even JP has had his own 'uniform' (as far as I remember, it has been quite strict in the conventions that he has with JA; now it seems to be loosening up in the ones where he is alone). For me, it is an anti-error strategy.

-A few years ago (2022 or 2023), G posted a photo of something that had to be assembled and in the photo, it showed everything disassembled, saying that 'JP tossed the manuals.' But years ago, at an old convention, JA said that he was the one who threw the manuals and that JP read them. (which makes total sense, considering JP's personality) (this was regarding a toy car that they had to assemble for one of his daughters for her birthday)

-The military and weapons seem to be something more recurrent in JA. (There are even photos of him at a shooting range when he was younger, and it seems that with the rust issue, he revealed that he has a couple of illegal weapons in his possession. He said it at a convention). How many times has he talked about how he would have liked to be a soldier? He watches videos of them when they arrive at their homes, and many times he feels what they feel, with his own work. One of JA's birthday gifts was JP, taking him on a tour of a military aviation (there are photos of both of them). Whenever he can, he embodies one in a play or show. When JP went to Poland to be with soldiers, who do you think went with him? And it was probably his idea. Cliff wasn't there, nor G in sight (at least in the photos I saw). I would say that the military fanatic is someone whose name starts with J and ends with ENSEN.

starts to whistle *

-A fan saw J2 leave a tattoo parlor together, and the tattoo artist told him/her that he was giving them the same tattoo, but in different places (JP's being more visible than JA's) and that he had already finished JP's, but JA's was still pending. (My suspicion is that since JP's is visible and the most complex one seems to be the mountain,( so… mountain, his favorite place, where he can be himself and love and support the one he truly loves. Words from him! -This was very strange to say! And important!-) ,I think it could be this one. And the time J2 was with JDM, yes, JP was also there (someone kind of confirmed it to me) (look at the photos too, interesting ones)

Why continue hiding it, right? As always, why do they hide everything? (Basically, they must tell us about 0.1% of all the things they do) There are photos with friends, but what they do together, there is no evidence (at least at first glance).

I, like other tinhats, have seen this other pattern. Just substitute when J2 says 'wives' for the corresponding J, and you'll see that everything makes more sense. (And it's a fun game haha) (I think that when they really talk about the beards, they call them by their name. Except for Gen and Jen, I think there he also talks about JA, I have to check if it's always like that.)

Sorry that it took me so long, I can't help it! 😁 Over and out!

[j3rryjg]

𝒯𝑒𝓂𝓅𝓉 𝓂𝑒, 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝒶𝒹𝓎 (Full version)

Hope you like what I came up with ❤️ Well.. it's smut with a 'story' lol

*Sebastian Michaelis x female character*

Content & Trigger Warnings: MDNI !!!

explicit sexual content

abuse (physical, mental, emotional, verbal, sexual)

death or dying

slight indication of blood

manipulation

Pre-Story

"Who is he?"

You couldn't take your eyes off of this gentleman. And his gaze lingered on you, too.

His mesmerizing ember eyes started to wander now though.

He seemed to take in every ever so small detail about you until his eyes met yours again. A teasing smirk appeared on his lips- sending shivers through your body. You felt yourself starting to blush and finally were able to turn away.

"Get yourself together! Just another greedy bastard thinking he would have a chance." And with that thought you tried to focus on getting ready for the show.

But you were yet again interrupted. This time by the manager of the establishment. "You won't be going on stage with the other girls. You were personally requested by a costumer for a private show. Get yourself ready and head to 'Room No. 3' with him." He barked that order towards you and turned back to the exit of the dressing room.

"I don't do these 'private shows' and you know that very well." You encountered, crossing your arms and shooting him an annoyed look.

These so called 'private shows' were often times just a request from costumers to try and get their filthy hands on the ladies. Some girls take these offers simply because they pay very well and most of them don't always have the choice to let that money slide.

You didn't need it though and you especially didn't need some disgusting man throwing his wealth at you, thinking he could buy you.

"You can go out and tell him yourself that. Politely. He asked for you only. Tall guy, black hair, creepy eyes. Looks like he got some good money on him with that fancy suit." He shrugged and before he left, he added "Doesn't look like the guy to take a 'no' to me."

"Great. This will surely be pleasent. He will have to learn to take it then."

Nothing else to do about it then to go out into the guest area of the showroom and talk to the guy. So you fetched a satin robe to cover yourself up a little more and walked out of the dressing room.

A quick glance over the few people sitting at their tables reminded you of what you had forgotten for a moment: The brief description you had recieved only fitted one man in this room.

Him.

Another wave of soft shivers traveled across your skin.

"What's wrong with me today. He is nothing special. Just another one of 'those' men." Shaking off the thought you slowly continued towards the table where this peticular gentleman was seated.

His gaze had already found its way onto you again. And that damn smirk had returned as well.

"Bastard." You quickly thought before you took a deep breath and put on a smile.

"Good evening, Mister...-" You realised you had not been given a name.

"Sebastian Michaelis." Was his simple answer. Two words. And yet his deep voice had stolen your breath and mind for a brief moment.

While you tried to gather your thoughts to tell him off somehow, he got up and walked to your side. You only realised when he carefully put his hand on your back and bend down to your ear to smoothly ask "Shall we go, my lady?".

His warm breath brushed against your ear and neck. Every hair on your body stood up from the errupting shivers that had returned- all while your thoughts seemed to be lost to you again.

"What is this man doing to me?"

You didn't notice that he started to guide you forward with his hand. You just started walking in the direction of the private rooms automatically, while caught up in a mess of thoughts and strange emotions.

Only when you entered 'Room No. 3' together and you heard him shut the door behind you, you came back to your senses. Too late.

You just stood there. Unsure and confused. Watching this man as he walked past you, took off his coat and proceeded to sit down on the couch in the middle of the room -getting comfortable- laying down the coat next to him and tapping on the free spot on his left side with that devilish smirk on his face again.

"No fucking way." You shook your head. It was meant to clear your thoughts but Mr. Michaelis took it as an answer to his gesture.

"Fine. I won't force you to do anything. So, if you want to start your show for me immediately..." He let that sentence trail off and just continued to look amused at you and your reaction.

"That's not what I meant and you bastard probably know that! What is even going on?" You looked around. This is your first time back here in one of those rooms. You were adamant from the beginning on not doing these private shows which basically meant sexual favors in return for more money anyway.

Nothing too special in these rooms. Just that big leather couch standing in here and a few chairs- most likely fixtures for the dancers. The brickstone floor and walls all almost bare, just a few red curtains hung up and a few lamps giving off the same dimmed light as in the big showroom. But with the scarce interior the mood they transmit certainly isn't the same. Instead of the mysterious but calm atmosphere, it was downright spin-chilling and harrowing in comparison.

It certainly didn't help that this Mr. Michaelis fellow was staring at you the whole time. In his eyes a mixture of amusement, interest and.. hunger?

"I must be seeing things. With this horrific design around I don't want to even imagine the things these wall have witnessed." But at the same time you came to the realisation that you were now in here. With him. And no way out. At least not without losing some dignity.

A decision was to be made between tucking the tail and just escape or... delivering a good show that wipes that overconfident smirk from this guys face. And you already knew your choice.

"Right. You know the rules, Mr. Michaelis? You keep your hands off me and only your eyes on me." You wouldn't let that bumptious man have it all his way. No way.

"I will keep to that. You have my word. And I don't lie, kitten." He dropped the tone of his voice even lower for that pet name he now had come up with for you. It was almost a hum at this point. A vibration that traveled across the small room straight to you- stoking the chills and shivers all over your body again.

"Great. Then let's begin." You decided to ignore the name to not give him the satisfaction in seeing how it annoyed you and yet... made you blush.

Locking eyes with him, you untied the thin satin robe and seductively let it slide off your body. Making your way over to a chair, not losing eye contact until you did a delicate pirouette to show every piece of revealing costume.

The tight corset pushing up your plumb bosom, shaping a luscious figure. The short skirt just to conceal and play the fantasy of a cover, presenting curves and thighs openly. Fishnet tights wrapping themselves around your thighs and legs until they vanish into highrise boots with a high heel to set those calves in scene. Your little twirl lifted the skirt just enough to show fine lingerie nestled to your most delicate parts.

Without music the only rhythm you had were your heels on the stone floor. You strode over to the chair grabbed it and dragged it over the floor, spinning it around to then firmly place it right in front of your mischievous viewer.

You took a seat, leaned back and sought out eye contact again. Then your hands started to roam. Arching your back, pushing out your chest. You let your fingers wander over the soft skin of your cleavage and breasts and further down over the corset, tracing the seams down to the hem of your skirt with your finger tips.

As you reached it, you skipped onto your knees. Feet propped up to the toes, you pressed your knees apart with your palms. The skirt fell between your legs. One hand still on the left knee, you let your fingers slowly roam towards the skirt-covered center, caressing your thighs ever so softly. The other hand now set on your stomach, also wandering down. This hand doesn't stop. Slipping down further onto your covered pussy, middle finger carefully pressing down between your lips over the cloth. Just the slightest touch.

All this time your eyes were on him. Watching his gaze follow your movements. And yet he was all too calm and patient. No trace of the usual sparked desire other men or even women display. He just watched you with mild interest.

"Fine. I just got started anyways." Your passion was reignited and you would have this man on the edge of lust- losing his mind over craving you.

Well.. or so you thought. Little did you know, that Sebastian Michaelis was the true master of desire. But how could you naive woman know of demons walking this earth.

You touched, caressed, hovered over every inch of your skin and body while moving seductively in front of him in every position you could get yourself into. Confidently you revealed and yet hid the right parts at the right moments to never show everything. Left some things to fantasy and room for imagination. Tempting and luring him with all of you. Never to be touched by him, only yourself.

This went on for what felt like hours to you. And still... Mr. Michealis just patiently observed with no change in mimic or stature. Just taking it all in as if what you did was not in the slightest bit errotic.

You got frustrated and made yet another decision in your mind. One you would come to regret later.

A quick walk towards him. You forced your right foot inbetween his legs to create a gap and letting your heel travel upwards. When you saw his eyes suddenly come back to meet yours instead of observing your movement, you stopped just in front of his crotch to withdraw completely. You got on your knees and restarted the same motion with both your hands slipping up his clothed inner thighs.

Now it was you presenting a mischievous smile on your face.

"Let's see what you can handle, Mr. Michaelis. Bet you are already hard for me." With that thought your hands roamed even further upwards on his pants.

As you saw him move from his relaxed leaned back pose, you quickly stopped again and swiftly forced his legs back together to seat yourself upon his lap with your legs spread. Snatching his tie to pull him closer- Now his face was directly pressed on your bare cleavage while you moved your hips against his groin.

It felt like a win to you. It looked like you had broken this man out of his patient stance. This feeling sadly didn't last long...

A sharp sting on your chest made you jump and let out a small yelp. As you got away from him and back on your feet, your corset fell to the floor.

"What the-" Looking down on you and your now completely nacked chest you see a bitemark. "You disgusting freak! You bit me! We said no touching!"

Not only had this man managed to unbind your corset in this short time but he had also left a mark right between your breasts.

And all he did was laugh. A low toned amused growl almost. "Kitten, you must learn to be more clear with your instructions and rules. You said not to use my hands on you. And I didn't. Simple as that." His shameless answer left you in disbelieve.

You were about to complain. He was the one who couldn't keep to simple rules. But just as you opened your mouth, you were pulled onto his lap by your waist.

You tried to pull back but his grip was too strong. One hand of his remained on your waist while with the other he grabbed into your hair to pull you down to his face. So close that his breath mingled with your own.

There was nothing you could do. All attempts to wriggle out and escape this position were brutally denied by his relentlessly strong grip on you.

"You are an interesting one, my sweet kitten. So passionate to break a reaction out of me with your body. I wish I had the time to return this. Break you. And take from you what I really desire." And there it was again in his eyes. This hunger.

He had only humoured you after all this and pittied you. Humiliating. You were close to tears. This was never supposed to happen. Not to you.

But there was no time left to cry or to think further about his words. Footsteps approached outside in the hall and they stopped right in front of the door.

"They are in here. Listen though: Make it quick. We don't allow minors in this type of club. Lord or not." It was the managers voice. But who was he talking to?

Someone left again down the hallway. But one more person remained behind the door.

"Sebastian? Are you in there? Why does this take you so long? How long do you think you can keep me waiting outside on the street of this filthy district?" The agitated voice of a boy or young man.

"I apologize, my Lord. I have obtained the goods. We can depart now." Still being forced into this mans lap, you stare at him in disbelieve and confusion.

"What the hell does he mean by 'the goods'? What the fuck is going on?" Fear, pain and confusion left no room for a more clear thought.

"My lady, I fear our fun game has to come to an end for now. You will be coming with me and my young master." And before you could have answered or reacted, this bastard had skillfully knocked you unconscious...

"My head. It hurts."

That seemed to be your least issue at the moment though. You found yourself no longer in that small backroom of where you worked but in a luxurious bedroom of an unknown owner. And if that wasn't adding enough on top of this whole messed up day- you were chained to a bedpost by one wrist. A long steel chain and no apparent way to get free.

Someone had also taken the freedom to change you. Replacing your work attire was a nice nightgown made of some expensive material. At least it felt that way.

Your head was still buzzing. This situation was just too bizarre. Outside it had gotten dark. A few hours must have passed.

A knock on the door ripped you from your thoughts and before you could even answer two people stepped into the room. First a young boy who was dressed fairly fancy and looked somewhat important with his walking cane. And the second visitor...

"YOU!! You fucking ignorant bastard! What is this? Where am I? What the fuck do you want from me?" Pure hatred and spite overcame you the moment this man stepped into your sight.

And again.. again he had this annoying smirk on his face. Looking down on you with it like he was something superior. Your face turned bright red in a mixture of rage and possibly shame- even though you would never admit to the latter.

The boy cleared his throat. "These events for you tonight seem really unfortunate." Huh?

"Excuse me..? The events tonight seem unfortunate for me? UNFORTUNATE you call all this? Boy, you better hide that cane from me 'cause when I get free I will shove that some- MmmHH" Your outburst was supressed by a gloved hand that suddenly covered your mouth.

Once quick death stare upwards revealed that it was 'Mr. Michaelis'. You were fuming. Trying to bite your way out of this, an arm wrapped around you to render you immobile. Not that this would do for you. You still wriggled, struggled, bit and muffled out screams against all these confinements.

"How did he even get over here this fast? He was just standing at the door?!" A last thought before you were thrown back into the current situation.

The grip around you got so tight and painful, it brought tears to your eyes. You felt the arm pressing into your sternum so hard it became almost impossible to breath. A last desperate attempt to get free from this with all your strength... failed. Miserably.

"Are you done? Can you actually behave like a halfway decent human being or will you continue this unladylike wild behaviour. One more threat like this against my master and this pretty neck of your will snap like a fragile twig. Am I understood, my lady?" Coldness. That was the only way to describe his voice. A chilling, emotionless cold was all with what he spoke out. And you froze. The smallest nod signaled you agreeing to him.

"Good girl." A mere whisper in your ear before he eased the grip around you and removed his hand from your mouth.

"Bastard! Bastard! Bastard! Bastard!" You took a deep breath to not let this get to your head further. It was bad enough that it got to your body which was collecting waves of shivers again to spark a little tingle in your lower region.

"GoOd GiRl" You mimicked and mocked his comment in your head and rolled your eyes.

A sigh from across the room send your attention back to the young boy.

"This whole incident was not only a nuisance but a complete waste of my time." His hand went to his face, pinching his nose bridge in apparent annoyance. "Not only did my butler leave me waiting in a carriage for over an hour in a dirty prostitution district for the simple task to capture a woman. No! This whole ordeal was also for nothing since the noble parents of this individual didn't care for her kidnapping and just tried to flee."

"What?" That was all that first echoed in your head.

"How did you know?" You only whispered the question.

This was a secret you and your parents kept for years. A secret that kept them from the shame and loss of title in noble society and you from wrath and... probably a situation just like the one you were now in.

"Your parents own a company. You must still know this much of them. Even if they disowned and kicked you out for your... hobby, they did still keep in contact with you- even send you money. Their only daughter." He calmly explained that to you as if it wasn't a well hidden secret but an open fact.

You didn't understand and the young lord seemed to sense your next question comming.

"Their company signed a contract with my families' business 'Funtom' meaning to the Phantomhives and therefore now this contract upholdes to me- head of the Phantomhive family. Stupid but predictable actions followed as the money of the collaboration rained on your parents. They got greedy and they chose to betrayed me. Punishment was in order. You will understand that, no?"

Was this really a child in front of you? Talking big words about these deals and punishment with no emotions. How can a young boy be calculating?

"What does that mean... 'punishment'? What happened to them? Are they in jail?" You hoped they were okay.

It did hurt back then. Your own parents telling you they are ashamed of you for what you enjoyed so much. It was just dancing at first but the more sensual it became and the more people came to watch... the more empowering it felt. And the people you met on your way- they took you in like family. They understood. But not your parents or the world you were born into.

"If I let vermine like them walk, others will only see their chance in this weakness. Now with them dead, you lost your value to me too and just became another problem. Sebastian, this is an order: Make sure to take care of this." After these word he just left. Just like that.

Silence. A clawing painful silence.

Then tears. Weeping and crying followed by a devastating scream filled with agony expressing the soul-shattering pain that filled you.

All you wanted now is to curl up in this bed and cry. Cry until there were no more tears left. Until there was no more strength in you to scream. Until numbness takes over this excrutiating pain.

"My my, kitten. Such ugly crying on that beautiful face. What a shameful waste." There he still was. Saying things that made you turn from pain to hate within a heartbeat.

"You will pay for this!" You tried to turn around to hit that stupid smirk and even more stupid words out off his face but he stopped you before you got anywhere.

That arm was still around you all this time and the grip just got tighter again, forcing you to stay in place. His gloved hand wandered up to your face again. Not to cover your mouth but to cage your face inbetween his fingers and ensure that you turned your head and had to look him in the eyes.

"Look at you. Acting out like a pathetic child. You were so beautiful back in that tiny room. Still nothing too special. Trying so hard to get me to desire you- but at least you were confident."

Nothing special.

"And yet you are somewhat adoreable with that innocence of yours. All this time you thought your family still loved you. Just for them to leave you here to save their own lives."

Not loved.

"And those people from your new found home in the streets? No one even batted an eye when we took you with us- nacked and unconscious. Hilarious how you felt empowered and save among them."

No family. No friends. No one cares. Tears started rolling down your face again but no sound came from you.

"Stop crying, kitten. You were hopelessly lost all this time anyway. So naive. Now... I do owe you."

Hope? This fleating feeling was something you clung to. You had nothing else left but your life.

Could there be a chance this man had a heart after all and would he let you go? Even if it was just because of pity or him humouring your naivety?

"You were trying so hard to break a reaction out of me. Do you remember my answer to your temptation?" His hand that had held your face so fierce a moment ago, was now caressing your face softly with his fingertips, carefully wiping those tears away.

-Break you. And take from you what I really desire.-

"I don't unterstand." These words back then and even now didn't make sense to you. He didn't desire your body or anything else you did. What was there to desire then?

A dark amused hum came from Sebastians chest. He held you so close to his body that you felt it vibrate through your own.

"I will show you, kitten. And since you worked so hard for me to enjoy your game... I will even be so kind and make you enjoy mine."

That word. Kind. You knew the second you heard him say it. There will be no actual kindness. Not the way you hoped for. As you looked into his eyes and saw them change, you also had to more hope at all.

Blood red eyes were looking back at you. That smirk you already knew too well now revealing sharp teeth. Inhuman. A beast. A hungry animal. Ready to feast.

You couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't breathe. You wanted to scream. In fear. For help. But no one would come...

"What..." With the breath you had held in your lungs, this was the only thing you managed to get out.

"A demon, kitten. Now... Answer my question. What do I desire?" A sadistic request from a cruel monster that enjoyed you falling into despair right in front of his eyes.

"My soul..." Just a faint whisper was all you could manage. This was surreal. This had to be a dream- a nightmare. Yes. That had to be it. This wasn't real. Demons aren't real. You just had to wake up.

You didn't get to think of ways to do so.

Sebastian turned you around and proceeded to lay you down onto your back on the bed. You felt the soft blanket underneath but found no comfort in this luxurious bedding. All that errupted through your body was fear and anxiety.

He was right above you. Unchanged expression on his face. His tall body hovering over your small frame like a beast towering his pray.

You shut your eyes. This was a dream. You needed to wake up.

A mistake Sebastian made use of. With your eyes shut all you did was feel. His hands sliding up your arms to your wrists, gathering them above your head.

"I have no need for this." A loud cracking sound echoed though the room. You flinched and opened your eyes. Turning your head to were the sound had come from, you saw the metal chain. Broken.

"That was a steel. He broke steel. Just like that." Your heartrate exhilarated. If he could break steel with no real effort, bones or else surely were childsplay for him.

"If you are a good kitten and behave well, nothing physically will be broken. I promise."

Not physically. Those words really missed their effort to comfort you.

Sebastian propped up one arm next to your shoulder so his hand could cradle one side of your face with his palm. His thumb teasingly sliding over your lips.

With the other hand he held both your wrists above your head. Your legs trapped inbetween his, his body had become an unescapable cage.

"You were curious about this back then. Weren't you?" His mouth so close to your ear again, you felt him breath on your neck and his resonating voice traveling across your sensitive skin. He lowered himself on top of you. His whole body meeting yours. Immediatly you felt what he had meant and you gasped. His massive cock was pressing against your thigh in its full glory.

"Hmm... if that reaction was already so easy to get out of you, what will you do when I put this deep inside of you?" He toyed with you. Sucessfully. You had to bite your lip at the thought to supress a moan.

A moment ago there was anger, fear and pain dominating your brain... Now you felt something else slowly take over. Maybe as mechanism to cope with all of this. It felt wrong. You couldn't possibly forget all that had happened and just have sex with this... demon.

It certainly felt to real to be a dream at this point. Especially this pulsating big cock just resting on you and the heat that began to gather in your lower abdomen.

You saw no escape for now. So maybe... just until you found a way.

Sebastian watched you closely. He knew what you were conflicted about. Not like he cared. He just thought it was adorable you still had some sense or thoughts of flight in you.

To get your attenion back to him, he rolled his hips into you. An effortless success. The dress he had put on you earlier, was lifted by the movement. It gathered the cloth up to your hips, leaving only one last remaining piece of fabric over your intimite parts to cover you.

You blushed and couldn't hold back a soft whimper. You felt yourself getting wet. And to your shame all you could think about was the need of touch. From him. Now. A small roll from your hips against his, seeking more friction, gave it away to the demon aswell.

"Good kitten." He praised you for it.

You still hated him saying it. Or did you? Because the shivers it now send straight down your body, making you quiver, seemed to be a sign of the opposite.

To your disappointment he sat up and kneeled over you. Breaking the contact between your bodies.

He removed his tie with a quick motion just to find a new task for it. You found your wrists tied down yet again. Both this time and still free to move them together in front of you.

After that he got up from the bed competely, leaving you exposed and blushing lying on the bed alone. You lifted your head to see what he was doing.

"Hands stay above your head." A harsh order. An unspoken addition swayed with the undertone. There will be punishment if you don't obey.

He took off his white gloves and placed them on the nightstand. You could see black fingernails and some strange marking on one hand come to light. His elegant movement in everything he did, made you slightly bite down on your lower lip again.

His tailcoat found its way neatly laid over a chair. As he turned back to you he tugged the white shirt out from his pants and unbuttoned it halfway. That coat did a great job hiding his muscular body. He only looked slender and graceful in his whole outfit. Now there was a lot more to marvel about.

One more detail send your head flying back onto the bed. He didn't remove his shirt entirely so he orderly rolled up his sleeves to his upper arm. Those strong and defined arms could most definitely be the end of you. Not only because he was a powerful demon...

Sebastian didn't even hide his entertained scoff at your reaction to something so simple. And you chose to graciously ignore it. That devil had every detail about his body made up himself and surely not without knowing what he could do with it.

As you heard him take off his shoes and walking back to the bed, it dimmed on you what was actually about the happen now. And with whom. This someone now didn't give you time for second thoughts.

You felt the bed yield under the weight of him climbing back towards you. He spread your legs and with a way too swift motion for you to realise what he positioned and pulled you close for, he put your legs over his shoulders, grabbed your thighs to hold you where he wanted and placed a fierce kiss on your covered clit.

A loud moan escaped your throat. Suprise immediatly turning into pleasure when he found it so easily. He continued more careful with soft and smaller kisses planted all over your pussy. You tried to arch into him- those damn panties needed to come off. But they didn't to your frustration and Sebastian was torturing you with changing between kissing our lips and just his hot breath caressing over your slit.

Moans turned in to dissatisfied whimpers. The demon didn't care. He even moved on from where you needed him most to your inner thighs. Placing a few kisses, playfully biting down to suck on that sensitive skin, teasing you with his fingertips brushing and circling over and over.

"How does that feel, kitten? Being teased but never satisfied?" So that's what this was about.

"Please... please, Sebastian.. I- AH-" Your bound hands grabbed into the sheets as excitement overruled you.

His mouth was still busy on one of your thighs while the other had found its way back between your legs to your now soaked panties. Fingers drawing a slow circle around your swollen clit. Again you tried to get more but he skillfully held you down.

"So greedy..." He raised his head to meet your eyes. "Beg."

The simple order unleashed lust mixed with shame in you. You didn't want to. You shouldn't. How wrong to beg a monster to touch you- to tell him you need him.

"Please, Sebastian... aah.. Please touch me..." An yet you did. And you did need him. Badly.

An approving hum against your teased flesh before he removed himself entirely from you again. An other impatient whimper escaped you until you felt him remove the undergarment. Sliding them slowly over your legs and discarding them to the floor.

He nestled himself between those legs again to wrap one arm around your thigh and letting his hand rest on your soft lower stomach. He let his mouth follow, teasing the supple skin with more wet kisses and tender bites.

And then... he finally touched you. His fingertips on your craving pussy. Using two fingers to slide up and down your puffy lips.

Not enough. You wanted more. Needed more.

He knowingly complied. His resting hand roaming to your breasts to massage and cup with his warm palm. Mouth wandering down from your tummy to your needy pearl. A subtle suck on it followed by a flick of his tongue against it.

"Aaah yes. Yes... please.. more- aaah-" Eyes closed, back arched- an explosion of tingling and shivering at the pleasure of his lips flooded over you.

His tongue flattened and licked your wet pussy in its whole glory. You moaned and begged. "Aaaah more.. more.. Aah."

And so he gave you more. More of his tongue- now pressing inside of you. Relentless licking and eating you out with no break for mercy as you squirmed beneath him in overwhelming pleasure.

"Sebastian... Sebastiaah. Nnngh.. So good.. please..."

At your next plead he replaced his mouth with fingers. Two of them easily sliding into you as he spread and curled them. Massaging your twitching walls. There was no search from him for that special spot inside of you. He knew and he bend his fingertips straight onto it as he started to slide those delicate fingers in and out of you all while his tongue has found its way on your clit again.

Your heartbeat and breathing were out of control. All you did was moan and let one wave of pleasure after the other hit you and wash all of your thoughts away.

"Please.. ah. Please please please.. don't stop.. Ahhhh.. don't sto- AAAHH" He didn't. An intense orgasm had build up and now swallowed you whole. Your view when blank. You were shaking under the overwhelming sensation that took over your mind and body.

When you came back to your senses after a while, you saw him gathering what was left of your wetness on his face with his fingers. Locking eyes with you to make sure you watched, he let his tongue dart out to lick his fingers clean.

You felt a new wave of excitement build up inside of you.

He went on to open his pants and pull out his cock, covering is with the remaining juices. A picture that burned itself into your head. A soft moan left your lips at the sensual view.

"My my... you are so needy for me. Not even ashamed to show it anymore. What a naughty kitten I fetched myself."

The was no way to hide how much you wanted him. Sebastian had the full view of you in sight. Pussy already glistening and soaked again between your spread legs. Your body subconsiously moving and rolling your waist impatiently. Everything screamed for his touch.

"You know what to do, kitten. Say it." He looked down at you, gaze lingering all over you. Waiting.

"Please touch me, Sebastian... I..." You blushed. A little shame was sill left. But the demon didn't let that slide.

"You what?" Not moving closer or making efforts to comply, he just stayed in his kneeling position with his massive hard cock right in your sight.

"I.. I want you. I want you inside of me. Please..." You said it. Not with a loud or even confident voice but you managed to bring yourself to it.

But that wasn't enough for Sebastian.

"I told you before that your instructions are lacking. I let that slide until now. No more of that. What do you want?" He told you with a straight face. Just the tone in his voice reveal he enjoyed making you suffer like that. Making you say those things to him. And you had no choice but to obey.

"I want... I.. want your cock deep inside of my pussy. Please, fuck me."

"Better. Was that so hard?" No mercy in what he said. Not even after you behaved for him.

But it was enough this time. He positioned himself over your small body, caging you like he had done before. This time with one hand on his slickened cock that he held right on top of your slit.

The smallest touch lured a soft moan from you. More.

Sebastian decided to take his sweet time again. Just barely sliding the tip over your wet lips and hardly ever touching your dripping slit. Here and there he pushed up a little on your clit but he was driving you mad with lust- not giving you what you needed so much.

"Sebastian please. Please, I beg you.. aahh. I need more. I aah I need more of you. Need you inside, please.." You couldn't take it anymore. You tried to get more of him but he knew how to deny it everytime you moved against him.

Your begging was successful this time.

His thick tip pressed against your entrance. You moaned as you felt him slowly slide inside.

He stalled yet again. Didn't move further. You whimpered and squirmed beneath him. And he just watched- enjoying every bit of your torment.

After a while he slightly withdrew from you, just to press back into you- always just letting his tip slide past your lips. Not more. A slow rhythm. Torture to you. There was nothing you could do but endure. Helplessly whimpering and writhing under this mans' touch. Or better the lack of it.

A felt eternity later he finally gave you more after plenty of begging and moaning his name.

His cock pressed deeper into you. Stretching your drenched walls and touching every sensitive nerve on its way. Your moan turned into a desperate scream. Your whole body with every cell screamed for him and the need for this- his massive dick burried deep inside you.

Sebastian had lowered his mouth to your ear and he let a low moan leave his lungs. Shivers. You arched your back as much as you could. You wanted to be as close as possible- let every part of your body melt against his.

"Now kitten... scream for me. Scream my name to the heavens and let them know how much you enjoy this demon cock." He ordered you.

Just as these words reached your ear, he started to fuck you in a steady and relentless rhythm. Deep and hard. His thrusts echoed through your whole body. Your pussy was dripping all over his cock and the bed beneath you. The filthy wet sounds caused by his member mercylessly penetrating your soaked hole filled the room together with your screams and moans.

That mind of yours was gone. You didn't feel your face. You had managed to wrap your tied hands around his shoulders but didn't feel them anymore either. The blood meant to fuel your upper body was busy sending lightening strikes of lust and heat to your lower body.

He never stopped and only adjusted the pace sometimes. You didn't want him to stop. Orgasm after orgasm hitting you and washing over you like hurricanes. Nothing mattered. Just him pounding inside you- over and over and over. Neverending.

Every nerve was overwhelmed and soon overstimulated. His breath on your neck sent you into heaps of shivers.

You hardly felt how his sharp teeth started to drag over your skin until he bit down on your neck. Hard. Digging deep into you. You screamed even louder. This time pleasure mixed with pain.

It was impossible to think but something inside of your mind sensed danger.

"Seb- ah.. Sebast-.. Aaaah.. please.. no-" He didn't care what you wanted anymore. He let off just for a second to have space to close your legs and put them over his shoulder, making your pussy wrap even tighter around his cock.

He now fucked you like a beast. Harder. Faster. Even deeper.

One hand grabbed your hair violently, pulling your head back so he had better access to bite down again. The pain forced all the air out of your lungs with one scream.

And just in that moment his other hand came up to wrap around your throat- limiting the air that got back in.

"Nah.. plea- please Seba- ah... Sebastia-" You failed to speak. And with fear and pain letting some of your mind back to a working state to survive... you realised in the next moment:

There was no chance to survive.

His master had ordered him to take care of you- take care of a problem. Erase the problem.

As if this demon could read your mind, he yet again let go of your neck. Small trickles of blood running down from where he had dug in his fangs.

When your eyes saw his face, your blood froze. There was hardly anything human left. A demon slowly showing you what he really was.

"Humans really are simple and greedy creatures." His voice was a dark and harrowing echo in the room.

"Look at you. Your mind is still not set on what I will do to you now. Your pussy is still craving me and taking me so deep. Pathetic." As if he had to proof it, he made you moan with an even faster rhythm.

Tears streamed down your face. You knew how embaressing this was. He was going to kill you. You knew. And yet he was right... you still were dripping wet for him. Another orgasm rolling over you.

"You were fun while it lasted, kitten. I kept my word. Now it's time to end this."

Those were the last words you got to hear before he leaned towards you. From the outside it must have looked like a kiss. Inside your mind it was not even a touch. Just nothingness. When the room turned dark, so did everything in you. Pain. Agony. Fear. Lust. Pleasure. For a moment it was all there and in the next there was nothing.

[triptychofvoids]

I think Medic should keep adding limbs to his creation (have we asked them what they'd like to be called?), either until there's no space left, or until we reach the limit on how many limbs the human mind can control. Whichever comes first.

its really fascinating!! seems like the frankenanon can move its arms separately when trying, but the arms move mostly in unison when it isnt focusing on them!! more arms were tested and rejected because it didnt respond well and couldnt control them. besides, i might need those extra arms for other things

[sysig]

Second floor done! (First Floor)

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Had THE funniest dream last night