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yamithediaperdork · 3 years ago

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Attack on baby (Attack on titan)

Dusk was setting as Jean made his way over to his boyfriends house, admiring the subtle changes in the sky as darkness came over and glad that they had managed to go awhile without a attack from a titan.

He was looking forward to a romantic night with Marco, the love of his life, and was already picturing a candlelight dinner for two, maybe some dancing since Marco had a wine up record player.

Just the thought of being in the stronger man's arms had a blush going as he knocked gently on his lovers door.

Marco was beside himself with glee and couldn't wait for Jean to come over. he knew his boyfriend was expecting a evening of loving adult fun but Marco, a daddy dom who had to go without his little for long periods of time, had other plans.

he'd been saving up on water rations and the like for the past three months and ergo had enough spare water and soap to justify washing out diapers, which mean Jean's usual 'I'd wear but it's a waste of water rations to clean the diapers' argument would be rendered moot.

Hearing a knock on the door and wearing his semi daddy apron (So he'd be protected against spit up, drool and the like and having pockets for a rattle and pacifiers) moved to answer the door.

As the door opened up Jean groaned, if Marco was wearing the apron it meant any chance of loving bliss was gonna be a miss and he wanted him in thick cloth diapers and making a moron of himself.

of course a small part of him (Very small since it wasn't even making a tent) maybe kinda sorta liked the baby treatment and the teasing but he'd be damned if he'd ever let Marco know that!

"Really? your letter said a night I'd never forget." Jean huffed, narrowing his eyes.

"And I promise, you won't~ Now git in here!" Marco said and tugged the smaller boy in with ease, kissing his lip sand patting Jean's butt.

diapered or not bum pats always made Jean weak in the knees and he spread his legs, whining into Marco's mouth that he was cheating, though he doubted Marco would be able to understand him since the bigger boys tongue was claiming Jean's mouth for itself.

Marco of course knew full well what Jean was trying to say, and just kept patting the boy's butt. he was sure if he could only get Jean to mess himself and get him across his lap, he's have the huffy baby creaming himself in seconds.

Thus far in the many times they had played before, Jean had only gone as far as wetting himself but Marco had plans for that to change tonight.

Between what was in the ba-ba he had ready for him and the food he'd prepped, there was no way little Jean wasn't making daddy all sorts of presents tonight.

Pulling away from Jean, Marco smirked as Jean's eyes were closed and he was still moving his mouth as if they were still kissing. After about 7 seconds Jean seemed to realize it had stopped and so opened his eyes and closed his mouth, blushing and glaring.

"Why'd you stop!?" he whined and huffed, crossing his arms and well, looking like a big huffy toddler.

"Because Daddy needs to get his little man in his diapies before he makes a puddle.. tinkle or otherwise." Marco said with a wink then lightly tapped the front of jean's pants.

Jean was a quick shot who made up for it by being able to fire off multiple times a night, and having been so primed and not having wanked all day the effect was almost instant.

jean's mouth formed a perfect O and he hunched over, his hands trying to shoot down and cover his crotch but Marco held them away and watched as the front of the smaller boy's tan pants started to darken, and then watery cum shot out as Jean gasped and cried out.

"N-Nooo Ah I CUMMING!" He cried out, jerking his hips and mewing.

"See? You just made a love puddle. you need your diapies." Marco coo'ed and let go of Jean's hands as the smaller boy sunk to his feet, taking a few seconds to recover.

"..Your a asshole you know that?" Jean huffed, but the fight was out of him.

Letting Marco lead him to the bedroom Jean was huffy and grumpy, he hadn't been able to fully enjoy his cummie and wanted anther one but knew daddy was gonna make him EARN the next one.

'stupid freaking perv, priming me up like that! he could of at least kept patting my butt!' Jean mentally huffed as he let Marco strip him.

it was second nature almost so he was mostly in his own head fuming and as such was caught off guard as a paci was popped between his lips, sucking on it out of habit before it even fully registered. Once it did though he glared at Marco who was just giving that fucking 'I'm such a awesome daddy' smile that made him wanna slug him one..or jump into his arms. maybe both.

"I could see somebody was getting all grumpy Gus and i know how you like to suck on things." Marco said, making Jean blush brightly.

Despite how long they'd been together, the only thing that had entered Jean's backside was fingers or a enema,. Their sex life was all about teasing handies or fingerings for jean, and Jean on his knees and sucking Marco.

Too embarrassed to argue Jean just suckled away on the fat rubber nipple and looked away as Marco had him flat on his back, naked.

"Awww somebody was a good boy and kept himself shaved! Such a very good boy I have! yes I do!" Marco coo'ed and tickled Jean's tummy making Jean giggle and squirm despite himself.

"also you don't need to worry sweetie, Daddy saved up LOTS of water so you can go all out and use your diapie to it's fullest." Marco chuckled, making Jean's eyes go wide.

Jean shook his head no like crazy, and went on a rant about how he only liked to wear, he only wet for Marco's sake and he wasn't going to go poopie in a diaper even if Marco gave the best bum pats ever, all while Marco just looked at him chuckling and amused.

"Finished?" Marco asked, then tapped his own mouth. Jean blinked and looked down, realizing he'd kept the paci in for his whole rant and whined. "I'm sure whatever you said was VERY compelling and deep, but I don't speak gibberish. Now bum up."

whimpering and whining, Jean did as he was told.

Marco was VERY amused. despite jean insisting he wasn't a little guy and was only doing it for Marco's sake, it was clear he loved the attention and no one who could baby out as good as Jean did wasn't at least partially a little.

Sliding the thick terry cloth under his boyfriends butt, Marco took out a container of talcum powder and sprinkled it on the little guys cute little wiener and balls (So small and compact it almost just looked like on normal sized one) then tugged the cloth up and fished out two large diapers pins.

with a fluid motion that showed he had not only done this before with Jean, but practiced it many many times, Marco had one pin in his mouth and the other one opened and serving the left side of the diaper, with the right side following suite soon after.

Helping Jean up to his feet Marco waited a second. he was 99.99 percent sure the diaper was on snug enough, but better for it to fall off while Jean was standing in front of him then while the little guy was trying to walk.

Jean himself little down, and wiggled his hips (his version of a stress test) and then grinning behind his paci gave Marco a thumbs up that almost made the daddy melt.

"Do you wanna be a big boy and waddle behind daddy out to the table for some din-din, or you need daddy to carry you?" Marco asked.

jean thought about , a chin going to his chin and stroking it as he looked thoughtful (well, as thoughtful as one cold in a massive terrycloth diaper and a paci in their mouth.

on one hand he wanted to be able to keep some pride as a big boy and show he didn't need to be carried, so walking was good.

on the OTHER hand however Marco had diapered him and wanted him to be his helpless little boy, so he should have to suffer and carry him.

the bratty impulses won and Jean giggled and held out his arms for Marco to pick him up.

"Why do I even bother to ask, you always pick carrying." Marco said, doing a stage sigh and then scooping Jean up in his arms bridal style. "I suppose this is my burden to bare if I wanna have a cute widdle diaper boy."

jean smirked and giggled and Marco carried the love of his life out to the dinning room table, sitting him down in a chair.

sadly he hadn't of been able to get a adult high chair as of yet though it was next on his list of things to either buy or make himself.

"So, whats for din din?" Jean asked,having taken his paci out and set it on the table and was kicking his legs under the table, staying semi still as Marco tied a dirty white dish towel around his neck, a semi baby bib.

"well for me, I'm having some fried fish and veggies. YOU on the other hand.." and Marco turned, getting a large plate that had been covered up with a stainless steel cover and lifted it even as Jean groaned.

there was the fish alright, and Marco's veggies..and there was also 4 jars of prune flavored baby food.

"Really?! That's what your giving the man who's willing to humor you?" Jean grumbled. "you could of at least gotten me some fish and just cut it up for me!"

"..I honestly didn't think of that.," Marco admitting and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Well I suppose now i know for next time!" he said brightly.

"IF there's a next time." Jean huffed, sulking big time now and crossing his arms over his chest. "Could at least got some baby food that doesn't taste like ASS."

"..heh so you open to baby food if I get apple and a banana's? Noted~" Marco said and snickered.

Jean instantly switched from huffing and sulking to blushing and shaking his head no.

"N-no! that's n-not what I meant! don't twist my words around!"

"Don't worry baby boy, Daddy will get you lots of nummy baby food for next time." Marco coo'ed and patted jean's head, then tugged up a chair and sat down, getting a spoon and one of the jars and opening it. "Now open up for the num nums!"

Jean was mentally huffing like crazy and for a split second toyed with keeping his mouth shut, or trying to grab the fish and eat it. Of course he knew neither of those options would really end well for him as Marco was a daddy dom who believed in spanking brats.

That left the choice of playing along or going hungry and so he opened his mouth even as he closed his eyes.

he knew from experience just how AWFUL this stuff tasted and wasn't shocked that the flavor hadn't improved as the mush made contact with his tongue.

Scrunching up his face and shaking his head, he forced himself to swallow as he knew Marco who just scoop any he didn't off his chin and back into his mouth.

he was vaguely aware of Marco praising him but when it came to baby food, he tried his best to just distance himself and think of something else.

the awful taste never got any better but Jean found himself able to choke it down easier as time went on and he was vaguely away of Marco smearing dome on his face and scolding him for being such a sloppy baby.

He came back more or less as he heard what sounded like the fourth scraping the inside of a jar and slowly opened one eye to check.

"anddd that's it. you're all fed." Marco said.

Jean grinned and went to say thank god, but a loud foul tasting belch came out instead with a little spit up and he turned red all over as he sat there mortified.

Marco mentally signed, he hated it when Jean went on auto pilot but considering everything he was getting tonight, he knew better then to make this his hill to die on.

instead he kept up the baby talk and got minimal responses from Jean (though he loved the icky faces) and just powered though it, knowing it would give the little guy gas.

And boy, had he called it!

Laughing and wiping jean's chin clean of the spit up with one hand, Marco waved a hand in front of his face with the other.

"whew! and daddy though he could burp! I should enter you in the next belching contest at the bar!" He joked.

"S-Shut up!" Jean whined and mewed, squirming in his seat big time.

"Awww it's ok buddy, it's just a little gas. if Daddy doesn't mind when you fart on him, a little burp is ok." Marco coo'ed and kissed jean's forehead.

"..I want ALL the cuddles after you eat." Jean huffed.

"You drive a hard Bargain but ok.Here, I'll go and you you set up so you can play while daddy eats." Marco said.

without waiting for a reply from Jean (who listens to a baby anyways?) Marco had him picked up and plopped on a blanket in his living room, disappearing off for a few seconds and coming back with some old toys he'd brought at a flea market.

"Y-You got these for me?" Jean asked, going semi silently and Marco asked a eyebrow, trying to read him.

"Well yeah. you're my little guy and shouldn't have to pretend a block or firewood is a toy." Marco said. when Jean didn't reply he went on. "I couldn't afford brand new toys but i-"

he was cut off as Jean hugged him tight.

"they're perfect! I love them! thank you daddy!" Jean gushed and coo'ed.

'..mental note, toys are the way to a big babies heart.' Marco thought, but hugged back.

"Your welcome buddy."

while Marco went back to go eat Jean had his paci back in his mouth and a bottle of milk on the table nearby if he got thirsty, though he was too busy playing with the wooden soldiers and the building blocks and the like daddy had gotten him, in little guy heaven.

'I have the best daddy in the world!' Jean thought, all of his earlier protests over hating this mostly gone. 'I wonder if he'd let me take these home with me?!'

The answer was likely to be a negative since Jean had a somewhat bad habit of losing things but there wasn't any harm in asking.

on his knee's and working away at making a fortress for half of the soldiers to defend while the other half could attack, Jean noticed his tummy was making lots of gurgling noises and feeling kinda funny but put it out of his mind as he kept working on the fortress, pausing to look over at Marco every so often for his approval.

"Your doing great buddy. Daddy's gonna have to get you more blocks." he called over, between mouthful's of food and sipping on some red wine.

grinning like a fool Jean took a small break as he finished the fortress, plopping back on his pampered tush and as daddy took a sip of wine he pulled out his paci and sucked on his milk, draining half the bottle in one go.

'huh, must of been more thirsty then I thought.' jean thought and then shrugged, getting back on his knee's and getting ready for the battle to start.

he left his paci out this time though so Marco could hear him talk as the different armies.

'You know, for someone who claims he's not a little guy..' Marco mused, but kept that thought to himself.

the LAST thing he wanted was to jolt Jean out of his baby mindset after all.

The battle such as it was, apparently was being waged over a teddy bear and both sides swore to fight to the bitter end for Mr.cuddles. Or at least till they had enough of getting really big boo boo's as apparently they were firing corks at each other.

'I'll give him credit, no lack of imagination there.' Marco thought as he finished up his meal and placed the dishes in the sink.

Coming over and sitting next to Jean he gave the big baby a warm smile.

"So, who's winning?" Marco asked.

"oh strait up tie so far daddy. though if it keeps up like this the Alliance to hug stuffies will win out since they have the fort. If the union to hug stuffies wants the W, they'll have to pull out something desperate." Jean said as if it was matter of fact, and Marco was silly for even having to ask.

"I see I see." Marco said and got a yelp out of Jean as he poked a finger in the leg hole of the diapers, checking for dampness.

"Daddy! Just ask! I'd of told you if I wet!" Jean huffed, blushing and pouting.

"would you now? So, did you wet your diapie?" Marco asked.

"Nope! bone dry still!" Jean said proudly.

"heh, you SURE about that buddy?"

Jean paused, and then reached down and patted the front of the thick cloth and gasped.

"H-Holy crud! I d-didn't even.." he mewed in a small voice.

"aww, it's ok. just explains why you were so thirsty!" Marco coo'ed and as Jean started to fret and whine, he got the big baby on his back, then said. "I know what will make you feel better."

"what?" Jean whined, huffing.

"Belly farts!" Marco chuckled and before Jean could stop him Marco bent down and placed his mouth on the exposed belly and blew air, making a LOUD fart like noise even as Jean giggled and went 'daddy nooo!'

Four belly fart's latter though Marco was cut short as he went for number five as two back to back real farts came out of Jean's backside.

"heh, somebody going all gassy?" Marco teased.

"NO! Those were uh..echo's! yeah!"

Marco looked around his Apartment. it wasn't cramped by any means but it wasn't big enough for a echo effect either.

"Echo's huh?" He asked, raising a eyebrow and smirking.

"Oh yeah, totally. I told you, I'm not gonna." And a loud fart escaped again, sounding wetter. "Mess my." And a series of smaller farts coming out rapid fire. "Diapers." Jean finished and a final gut churning 13 second fart blasted out, ending with Jean gasping and clutching to Marco as the back of his diaper started to fill up.

"whatever you say. but I'll wait for you to finish 'not pooping your diapers' before I change you." Marco chuckled.

"..Okay daddy." was all the red faced little could say before grunting and pushing, his diaper ballooning out rapidly.

As the smell filled the Apartment Marco made a mental note to open the windows ahead of time for the next time, but just kept hugging his little stinker.

'i have to be the luckiest daddy in the world.' He thought and smiled.

The end

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voxofthevoid · 5 years ago

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Taking It Up The Ass Isn’t Character Growth - A Rant

So, in response to an ask a while back, I said I had a rant brewing on fandom and sex positions, and well, a lot of you wanted to see it, so here you go. You literally asked for it.

Disclaimer: This is going to talk a lot about top/bottom roles in slash fic and fandom attitude towards them and is heavily filtered through the lens of my own tastes and experiences with fandom. I’d also like to be upfront that I am 100% in favor of people writing whatever fictional content they want, and it’s not what fandom does with characters that bothers me but rather how that translates into attitudes towards real, live people. Also, this is the essay version of a slow burn AU because I regurgitate my entire fandom history before getting to the point. Beware.

I discovered fan-fiction around a decade ago, had no clue what the hell it was, got hooked and dived deeper. I started participating in fandom circa 2013, and I was fairly young and also completely inexperienced both sexually and romantically. The fandom in question was Hannibal and my ship of choice was Hannibal/Will. It was/is a very chill fandom in general, but we had our drama. And chief among the contentious topics was—you guessed it—the top/bottom debate. I can’t actually remember any other topic that was discussed and argued for so ardently in that fandom, at least in those days. Even after I drifted away, I came across a few posts on the matter.

Generally, you had two camps—people who supported strict roles and those who were in favor of switching*. And because we’re a society plagued by illogical assumptions, the strict role camp mostly had people who thought Mr. Big Bad Cannibal in the Fancy Suits wouldn’t take it up the ass because he’s older, more experienced, more mentally stable, and of course, more ‘dominant’ in personality. Yes, that sentence is chock full of problematic shit. I am aware. Lots of people were aware and argued strongly against attributing top/bottom roles to personality. I don’t remember anyone arguing as enthusiastically for Top Will, but those voices were also there. But the general idea was that assigning strict top/bottom roles to a male/male couple was casting them in a heterosexual mold and thus, the progressive option was to make them switch. Strict roles also garnered comparisons to “yaoi” and uke/seme stereotypes, which was of course bad and fetishizing and we, the Western media fans, of course had to do better. Stealth racism is fun to untangle.

Anyway, I lapped up the woke juice. Partly because I was a baby queer from Buttfuck Nowhere, Asia, who had zero exposure to LGBT+ communities and what queer folks did with each other. Partly because it was the stance taken by most of my favorite writers so it seemed like a good position to emulate.

Emulate it I did. Most discussions I had about this happened in private with the handful of close friends I had in fandom. Where it really showed was in my writing. I made sure to write switching—maybe not in every fic, but then I alternated between fics. Thing is though, I did have a preference. I liked Top Will. I created and consumed a ton of Top Hannibal, and sometimes it was okay, sometimes it was not, but I couldn’t pinpoint why it made me uncomfortable. Back then, I thought I was a cis questioning/bi girl and once again, the impression I got was that not being MLM, having a preference was automatic fetishization. So I tried my best to justify my preferences, to my friends at least. I think what I said was that fandom was skewed towards Top Hannibal, and I liked the opposite because I’m a contrary fuck. Which I am, to be fair, but this was just me desperately trying to figure shit out without being offensive.

That’s the line I touted all the way until 2018, which was when I fucked off to grad school in A City, finally freed of Buttfuck Nowhere and able to actually date. At this point, I was settled in my sexuality (girls only) and questioning my gender (non-binary or trans guy). I had also tentatively figured out during undergrad that I’m an exclusive top and a Dom. Actual attempts at dating cemented that, yes, those are my preferences, about as flexible as a steel rod. Cue motherfucking epiphany over my fanfic tastes.

And see, over these years, I was engaging intermittently with fandom. I dutifully wrote switch couples. I also continued to have rigid tastes and continued to explain it away as being a contrary fuck—to be fair, until Steve/Bucky, my preference did seem to be the opposite of the larger fandom preference. But correlation, as we know, isn’t causation. Until Steve/Bucky, I continued to write versatile couples because I honestly didn’t have the guts to just say I liked it just one way. I do now but even then, I feel compelled to add that it’s because I want to see my own taste reflected in fic, so I write/read the character I relate to as a top, it's not that deep etc. Would I be as forthright if I didn’t have that reason? Would I have such strict preferences in fic if I didn’t have strict preferences IRL? The latter’s a mystery, but the former isn’t—I wouldn’t be because fandom is still entrenched in the same ideas that got me to this point to begin with.

In every fandom I’ve been in, I’ve seen some version of this debate go around. Sometimes, it’s one party saying “why would you write Character X as a bottom, he’s so Reason A” and a reblog chain that insults the OP and/or extols the virtues of switching. Sometimes, it’s a general-ish message that says they don’t understand why people have strict preferences when we all know real gay couples switch. Sometimes, it’s blanket statements that accuse anyone with preferences of fetishizing. Sometimes, it’s the same reasoning that gets you “Character Y is a top because of Reason B” transposed on versatile couples except this takes the form of “they switch because they’re equals.”

Ya’ll, I’m fucking tired.

I have long since lost count of the number of stories I’ve seen where an exclusive top learning bottom and liking it is character growth. Where a character who prefers to bottom taking a turn on top is empowering.

Isolated, these are fine. But I’ve seen enough of such stories that it’s distinctly discomfiting and a major squick. Sometimes a trigger, if I'm too immersed in the story. I’m not going to try and burn an author at the stake because they pissed me off. I am just going to close that window and quietly handle my shit. People can write whatever they want. But this one theme hits too close to home, as you can see from this 1.6k rant.

My friend (also my ex-girlfriend) and I had an all-out bitching session about this the other day. Both of us are kinky fuckers who have rigid, complementary roles we prefer and we have both had our grueling days of struggling to reconcile our sexual tastes with our ideologies precisely because of how these things are frowned upon in conservative and progressive circles. Seeing that in fandom, of all places, is both insulting and exhausting. Topping and bottoming aren’t personality traits. Neither is D/s. It’s sexual preference and power play. It really does not have to be that deep. I am not exorcising childhood trauma using the bodies of women. My partners, former and current, have not been brainwashed by the patriarchy. We will not become better, more complete individuals once I magically stop being a stone top and my partners embrace the joys of a strap-on.

I have, with my own two eyes, seen someone say that in a really committed relationship, of course the couple will switch.

Bullshit.

It’s transparent bullshit. This does not get attributed to cisgender M/F couples. Even when the automatic assumptions of woman = bottom and man = top get addressed, switching isn't presented as the default. No one’s saying “oh, if you really love your husband, you’ll peg him”. I do know butch/femme sapphic couples get their own share of shit. Because it’s all heteronormativity, right? Can’t have any other reason for top/bottom roles.

You have two extremes with “so who’s the woman” on one end and “it’s woke only if they switch” on the other, and as far as I’m concerned, they’re equally damaging. There shouldn’t be a pressure, however subtle, to conform your taste in fiction to some arbitrary idea of progressiveness. People are going to like whatever they want anyway; all this does is create an atmosphere where those likes can’t always be freely expressed without a lot of mental gymnastics. We’re seeing so many versions of this in the pushback against so-called problematic content, but smaller, subtler versions exist too.

Fictional characters aren’t real. They can be whatever you want them to be. And yes, other people will often want them to be the exact opposite of your ideas, but that’s just how things work. Meanwhile, the people behind these usernames? They’re real. No one should be throwing real people under the bus to ‘protect’ characters that don’t exist. Hannibal Lecter doesn’t care whether he gets fucked or dismembered in Author B’s fanfiction, but the discourse that surrounds the dick up his ass? That does affect flesh and blood people.

I am not claiming that this is the only attitude in fandom. Middlegrounds do exist. Plenty of people abide by fic and let fic and there are folks who pipe up to say not every RL queer couple switches. But it’s often the extremes that reach most people. That was certainly my experience, and I’m not the only one.

I don’t really know how to end this post. It is 100% a rant and one that’s been building up for a while. Bottom line is that people’s sexual behavior varies wildly and whenever you attack sexual tastes in fanfic by saying it’s unrealistic - or worse because let’s be real, that’s a very tame word choice - please remember that there’s likely someone out there who practices it.

* I’m using switch and versatile synonymously in this post. It’s mostly concerned with top/bottom debates. A lot of what I’m saying is also echoed in portrayals of and discussions surrounding D/s dynamics, but I’m not addressing that as much for now.

#fandom #top bottom discourse #wow that's a tag #here it is the rant i promised #because i don't quite trust tumblr i feel compelled to add that this is ofc not some kind of attack on actual people who switch either #you do you man #live your best life #vox has opinions

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belovedkingx · 5 years ago

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In bed with the devil | pjm

» Pairing: Jimin/Reader

» Genre: Demon/Devil!au, Smut, slight fluff

» Word Count: 4.5k+

✥ Summary: After a short and brief session with an ouija board, Jimin gets a devilish visit that would prove to be the best night of many to come in his life.

Warnings: switch!jimin (mostly sub), anal play, m!fingering, blowjob, creampie, dirty talk, unprotected sex (stay safe), orgasm denial, switch!reader (mostly dom), sex toys, name-calling ( like once), intense sex

|| Masterlist || Part of the “Nightfall” series

— posted: 10.15.2019

"Really guys, this is a load of bullshit so why bother," Jimin spoke, deep down he hoped that they wouldn't want to play with the ouija board. "Ooh is someone scared?" Hoseok asked in a teasing manner. "No, of course not," Jimin lied. "Good, 'cause there's nothing to be scared of, it's just for fun," Namjoon stated. Jimin rolled his eyes and sat down at the table.

"Alright, everybody needs to put a hand on the planchette and we can't remove it until we're done," Namjoon spoke. Jimin placed his hand on it along with Hoseok. "And when we are done we have to say goodbye then circle the planchette around the board three times," He added. Jimin and Hoseok nodded their heads, understanding.

"So who wants to go first?" Hoseok asked, looking around the room. Namjoon put his hand on the planchette after putting the instructions down. "Hello, is there anyone here? if so we invite you to come and talk with us," Namjoon asked, snickering. They waited for a moment but nothing happened. "See, I told you," Jimin stopped talking, noticing the planchette moving to yes, Jimin looked at the other two males with an unimpressed expression.

"I know one of you is moving it," Hoseok looked at Jimin shaking his head as Namjoon spoke. "I'm not moving it," Hoseok chimed in saying he wasn't either. Jimin rolled his eyes and just continued. "Are you a spirit or a demon?" Namjoon asked again, earning a glare from both Hoseok and Jimin. Immediately it starts moving from letter to letter, spelling out 'We are watching you’

Jimin started having a hard time breathing from how scared he was, suddenly the lamp next to Namjoon, which was the only light on, started to flicker off and on. Namjoon started rocking in circles, freaking Jimin out even more. Hoseok just sat there looking scared and asked Namjoon what was wrong with him.

Jimin shot up to turn the other lights on when suddenly he was tackled to the ground. "We will take your soul and enjoy your screams," Namjoon said in the deepest voice he could. Jimin started screaming in fear until Namjoon and Hoseok suddenly started laughing. Namjoon hopped off of him as Jimin punched him in the arm. "You should've seen the look on your face," Hoseok laughed out. "Screw you both, that wasn't funny," Jimin pouted.

Jimin got up off the floor and started putting the board back in its box. "We're done, now get this shit out of my house," Hoseok started laughing even harder while Jimin just rolled his eyes. "That was payback for when you and Taehyung had pranked me," Namjoon said as Jimin side-eyed him, muttering a 'whatever'. "I have work in the morning, I should be heading home," Hoseok stated as Namjoon agreed.

As Namjoon and Hoseok grabbed their coats Jimin stood up grabbing the cups that were on the table, taking them to the kitchen sink then walking the two males to the door. "Oh Joon, we should have recorded it," Hoseok said giggling, teasing Jimin. "Just you wait, hyung I'm gonna get you back," Jimin stated. Jimin opened the door, saying his goodbyes to his hyungs.

Jimin went back into the living room to clean the mess that was made. After he was done he went to turn off the lights but then noticed that they left the board. "Dammit, I guess I'll just give it back to them tomorrow," He thought. He put it in a drawer in the table then switched the lights off and went to bed.

Jimin tossed and turned in his sleep for 2 hours before he shot up by the sound of something breaking, he felt something heavy in the air. His anxiety was going through the roof as he sat there, so many things were going through his mind on what it could have been. Finally, after contemplating on what to do, he got up and slowly opened his door then peeked his head out, looking down the hall. All he saw was the light from the tv on, he started to calm down, thinking that the sound came from the tv. But he could have sworn that it was turned off.

He walks down the hall to the living room to turn the tv off, when he enters the room his soul almost jumped out of his body, there you were dressed in a dark red dress with a slit down the side of it, showing off your right leg. You had on a diadem with red diamonds embedded, it sloped into a v-shape to the front to frame your face. You were standing a few feet away, waiting for him. At first, he thought he was dreaming cause why on earth would there be such a beautiful girl standing in his house, but he knew that this was no dream, for it felt too real.

"Who the hell are you and why are you in my house?" He asked, trying to sound intimidating. You look at him with a slight smile and raised an eyebrow. "Now is that any way you talk to your guests," You start to walk closer to him but he raises his voice. "Stop, don't come any closer," You stopped with a slight tilt of your head. "Fine, I'll just get to the point," you walked over to the couch and sat on the arm of it. "Hasn't anyone ever told you not to play with ouija boards?"

If Jimin wasn't freaked out before he sure is now. "How did she know that I played with one," Jimin thought to himself. "Namjoon hyung put you up to this, didn't he?" You giggle with a raised eyebrow, you were gonna have so much fun when he finds out who you are. "No, he knows nothing of me but you do have him to thank for me being here."

You were starting to get impatient, you just wanted to taste him and lay your claim to him. You fiddled with one of the varies rings that graced your fingers as you spoke. "Come on Jimin, think, don't I look familiar to you?" Jimin didn't understand why he was even letting you talk instead of calling the cops on you. Yet he couldn't shake the feeling that he has seen you before but where? You stood up slowly walking towards him, looking into his eyes.

"Maybe you've seen me in your dreams, on my knees, between your legs," You were now about 2 feet away from him when his eyes widen, realizing why you seemed so familiar. "H-how do you know about my dreams?" he asked then suddenly you just disappeared from his sight and appeared behind him, making him jump. You placed your arms around his shoulders, keeping him from moving away.

"That's because I'm the one in your dreams, I visit you time to time when I need to relieve some stress from working so much," Jimin was nervous and confused, he was trying to wrap his head around the fact that you were just in front of him and now within seconds your behind him. "You know being the devil is all work, all the time," You said low as you leaned into his ear. He felt like he should have been scared but wasn't, he was just confused.

"So if you're the one then prove it," you were very amused at his boldness, you liked it and wished to see more. You slowly walked in front of him with your arms still around his shoulders. Now asking you that did make him feel a little scared because he knew if you could prove it then you being the devil was true. Jimin knew the girl in his dreams was a demon and when he first had the dream he felt weird that he was dreaming of fucking a demon, but he grew to like it.

You smiled at him before closing your eyes, focusing. Suddenly a purplish-black aura started to form around you while little things like books, pillows, picture frames, and candles began to float in the air. Jimin couldn't focus on just you or the room, his eyes kept shifting between you and the floating objects. He was beyond shocked and somewhat scared, yet he thought if you were visiting him in his dreams then he had a pretty good idea on what you were here for.

You opened your eyes looking at him then looking back at the floating objects. "Is that proof enough?" You asked, amused by his expression as the aura started to fade. "Why did you wait all this time to finally come to me?" Jimin asked, feeling more comfortable around you with every second. "I was just waiting for the right moment," you grab his hand and pulled him into the hall, towards his room.

"But I do suggest you close the portal the next time you decide to play with an ouija board, who knows what you could be inviting," you said with a smirk. Everything felt so surreal for Jimin, he was having a hard time wrapping his head around everything but what was shocking to him was that you didn't seem to be anything like how the books describe you to be, but he has only known you for all of five minutes, despite that he feels safe with you.

Once you reached his room you guided him to sit on the edge of the bed, Jimin sits there watching you move close to his nightstand, removing your diadem from your head and the rings from your fingers and placing them on the nightstand. As you were taking off the last ring you looked over to see him looking at you up and down, scanning your body as he softly bit his bottom lip. "Like what you see?" You teased with a slight smirk. Jimin looks into your eyes and nods as a response.

You walked back in front of him, pushing his legs apart, standing in between them to get closer, you lifted his head by his chin to look up at you. As you brush your fingers through his black hair you could see his cheeks flush a light pink. "Cute," you thought. "Are you gonna be a good boy for me?" He nods again but you softly tugged his hair once. "Use your words, baby."

"Yes, I'll be good," Jimin speaks. "Good," You slowly leaned your face down and softly pressed your lips to his. You smiled into the kiss as you felt Jimin's hands find their way up to your ass, squeezing it. You pulled away from his pink soft lips and grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and off. You kissed him one last time before sliding down onto your knees, you run your hands down his chest and abdomen until you reach the waistband of his grey sweats.

"Lift," you demanded and he obeyed. You pulled his sweats off and threw them somewhere on the floor, leaving him in just his black boxer briefs. You rubbed your hands up and down his thighs as he looks at you with lust, he couldn't believe that this was happening. The dreams he had of you were amazing but having you here touching him and kissing him, was much more intoxicating.

You softly rub up against his thighs to his abdomen and back down, you stroke your hand over his semi-hard cock, earning a low breathy moan from him. He started to move his hips to get more friction against your hand, you could feel him getting harder and harder by the second. You look up at him as you grab the waistband, pulling it down just enough for his cock to spring out. As you grasp it in your hand Jimin couldn't help but moan out at the feel of his hard cock finally being touched, skin to skin.

You lightly slide your thumb over the precum that gathered at his tip. "Fuck, please," he hissed as he gripped the covers with his head tilted back. You smirk at him, wanting to hear him beg more. "Please what, what do you want?" you asked teasingly. "I want to feel your mouth, please suck me," Jimin didn't care how he sounded as he begged, he just needed you. "If that's what you want then you need to look at me," As soon as he lifts his head back up, you lick a stripe from the base to the tip then taking him in your mouth fully.

Jimin trembled as he felt the warmth of your mouth around him, cursing lowly as he tries his best to not thrust deeper. You picked up the pace, hollowing out your cheeks. “Holy s-shit!” he gasped as you sucked him off, he softly placed one hand on the back of your head as the other was clenched in the sheets. You loved hearing him moan and groan, you loved the reactions you were getting from him. His cock started to twitch so you slowed down, you could feel yourself getting wetter with every suck. You took a deep breath before swallowing down his cock, feeling him hit the back of your throat.

"Ahhh, fuck," he cursed as you tighten your throat around him. "If you keep doing t-that I'm gonna cum," he warned. You sucked around him a few more times before releasing him. He whimpers when you stop, you curled your hand behind his neck, pulling his face closer to place a soft kiss on his lips, letting him get a taste of himself. "Scoot up and get comfortable," As he obeyed you, you brought your hand to your back, reaching to unzip your dress. Jimin was sitting in the middle of the bed, watching as your dress dropped, revealing your naked body.

For a moment Jimin forgot all about what you were, as he looked at you, wanting to feel you, wanting to be inside of you as you clench around his cock, but that was until a purplish-black circle formed next to you, Jimin stared at it as you stuck your hand in. You could see the wheels in his head turning, wondering what you were doing. "Now if you're good for me, I'll reward you," you smirked as your hand still searched in the purplish-black orb. "Would you like that?" Jimin nodded his head then quickly speaks as you give him a look. "Yes, I would like that very much," You slowly pull your hand out, holding a bottle of cherry-flavored lube, placing it on the bed next to him.

You stuck your hand back in, pulling out a translucent blue dildo and a wand. Jimin's eyes widen but with a smile, he knew what you wanted to do and he's excited, he's down. You smirk at seeing the excitement dancing on his face, you placed the lube and toys on the bed. "Lay back," you directed then climbed on the bed. You lay next to him, slightly hovering over him as you spread his legs, rubbing his inner thigh. He was so eager, so excited that he couldn't take it, he pulls you in for a kiss to urge you to give him more.

You rub your hand all over his body, caressing him then taking his cock into your hand and pumping him a few times before pulling away from the kiss and releasing him. "I like to play rough," you stated as you leaned up, reaching for the lube. "Are you okay with that?" You looked back at him as you held the lube in hand. "Yes," he answered without hesitation. You gave him a smile before putting some lube on your fingers.

"Are you ready?" You ask him with a tilt of your head and a smirk spread across your lips. Jimin nods his head repeatedly as he assures you that he's indeed ready. As you look into his eyes you bring your hand up to his ass, rubbing your middle finger against his rim before slowly slipping your finger in. Jimin lets his head fall back onto the pillow as a low breathy moan escapes from his throat. You started with a slow pace, as your finger worked him you took his cock in your other hand, stroking him a few times then giving his pink tip a lick.

Jimin's face was scrunched up in pleasure, hand digging in the sheets. "More," Jimin moaned. "You think you can handle more?" A slight smirk formed on your lips as you teased. "Yes, please more," he begged. You slowly slipped in a second finger, letting him adjust to it before pumping them in and out. You sped the pace up earning a moan here and moan there, Jimin’s cock was still in your hand and twitching like crazy. Both of you knew he was close to coming undone, feeling him clench around your finger you pumped a few more times before pulling away completely.

Jimin was a panting hot mess, looking so fucked out and pissed. "Don't worry, you'll get your reward soon," You said knowing exactly what he was thinking. Jimin saw this look in your eyes that told him that this was just the beginning of a long night of teasing, the look of pure lust. With heavy breathing Jimin watches you reach for the dildo, though Jimin was excited for what was next he just wanted to be inside of you, it was hard to resist flipping you over and shoving his cock deep inside of you, but he wanted to be good for you.

Once you grabbed the dildo you climb on top of Jimin in the 69 position, as you rubbed the dildo against his hole you lick the tip of his cock, teasing him. Hearing the sounds of his frustration makes you smirk, happy that your teasing was working and really getting to him. As you slowly push in the dildo Jimin groans loudly, grabbing your ass with one hand and the other gripping the sheets. "Ahh, f-fuck," Jimin moans lowly.

You intentionally kept at a slow pace until he started to beg for more. "Please… faster," you didn't say a thing and just took his cock in your mouth, every move of yours was agonizingly slow and you were loving every second, it was in your nature. You bobbed your head several times before releasing him from your mouth with a pop.

You've learned a lot about Jimin's body with all the times you’ve visited him in his dreams, it was fun having him beg and moan for more, just being the good boy he is. But you wanted to see more, you wanted to see if he can be more then just a good boy and the best way to find out is through a little bit of teasing, your specialty. "Don't you think you should earn it?" you couldn't resist the smirk forming on your lips even if you wanted too.

Immediately you feel his hands on your ass, pulling you closer to him. You then surprised yourself, moaning loud the way you did when you felt his tongue sliding between your folds. It was slow and sensual, using his full soft lips to his advantage, holding your clit captive between them. You tried to stay focus but you were failing, you ended up completely stopping your actions with the dildo. He would periodically pull it softly and suck on it until you just pulled away from him. You were so close to cumming but you weren't having any of that just yet.

You pulled yourself together, putting your focus back on him. You thought if he wants more he'll get more, you hold a firm grip on the dildo as you pumped in and out. Jimin started rocking back and forth, meeting your pumps. "Look at that, your taking the toy so well," Jimin grips your leg as you pick up speed. By the sounds, he was making and the twitching of his dick you could tell he was so close. You smiled as you held your bottom lip between your teeth, thinking about your plan.

The room was filled with his moans and heavy breathing, you were waiting for the right moment to bring your plan into full swing. When Jimin squeezed your leg you pulled the dildo out, leaving him completely wrecked and frustrated. "Goddammit!" Jimin groaned as you climbed off of him. You positioned yourself in between his legs as he watches you lick a strip up his cock before repeating the process, bringing him so close then denying him of his release. He was getting quieter the longer it went on, you looked up at him to see him gazing at you intensely.

In front of you was no longer that submissive good boy, now there is a very hot and bothered lust-filled eyed man that was at his limit. Jimin tried his best but at this point, he didn't care he just wanted you. He grabs your arm, pulling you up to him than flipping you over. "You weren't planning on letting me cum anytime soon, were you?" He asked with a stern voice. You just give him a mischievous smile as he hovered over you. "Ahh, I see, this is what you wanted this whole time," He positioned himself between your legs as he spoke.

"You just wanted me to pin you down and fuck this tight pussy, huh?" Jimin's eyes trail down your body as he slowly strokes his cock between your folds. He spreads your legs even more, getting a better view of you before gripping both of your wrists, pinning them into the bed above your head as he leans down to whisper into your ear. "I'm gonna fuck you into oblivion, I'm going to use your body until I come inside you and your gonna take it like the good slut you are, right?"

You loved his submissive side but this sudden dominance had your pussy throbbing. You nod your head as he continued to rub his cock between your folds. He lines himself up with your entrance, slowly pushes the tip in until he was fully deep inside of you. You moaned as you clenched your hands in a ball, feeling how his cock stretched you out. His hair dangles down as he leans into your neck, kissing and sucking then trailing down your chest, leaving red marks in his wake.

His thrusts were slow but powerful, the feeling of his hands pinning you down into the mattress and the feeling of his breath fanning across your skin was the most pleasuring feeling you've felt in a long time, if at all. You moaned out for him as you free one of your hands but he was quick, he grabbed your wrist with the hand that with supporting himself, pinning it back down. "Why don't you be a good girl for once," he teased before grazing his tongue across your bottom lip then lightly biting it with a tug.

With every slow thrust, he'd kiss you in a different spot, your breast, collarbone, neck, lips, as if he couldn't get enough of you. You suddenly feel his grip on your wrist release. For a brief moment, he looks over to the side of him on the bed and notices the wand, he looks back at you with a devilish smirk before grabbing it. He knew he was soon to cum and he wanted you to cum with him. He positions himself up more for support so he can fuck you and hold the wand.

Once he turned it on his hand started to tingle from the vibration, he lifted your right leg over his shoulder and started thrusting at a faster pace than before. You moaned as your body jolted when he lightly placed the wand on your clit, you throw your head back into the bed. The way he's fucking you was already intense but the wand just adds a whole new level of intensity. Jimin knew you were close by how more vocal you were being and the way you were clenching around him.

"I'm gonna cum," Jimin groans out as he lets your leg down. He started to get sloppy, he couldn't help but lean down, hovering over again as he kept the wand in place. "Ahh, f-fuck, I'm gonna cum too," You wrapped your arms and legs around him as he thrusts a few more times before both of you cum. As your body started to convulse Jimin removes the wand then connects his lips with yours while still inside of you, letting you milk him of all of his cum.

After the two of you calm down Jimin slowly pulls out, rolling off of you and plopping next to you. You two laid there for a moment in silence, breathing heavily before you decided it was time for you to leave. As you get up and walk over to the other side of the bed where you left your dress, Jimin props himself up slightly on his forearms, watching you with a disappointed look. When you zipped up your dress you looked at him and noticed that all of the dominance he possessed just faded away,

"Okay don't give me that look, trust me this won't be the last time we see each other," You said, walking over to him. Jimin suddenly becomes curious/confused when you hand him a silver necklace. It had a stone that was the same purplish black color from before, with sigils around it. He slowly reaches for it, looking up at you. "What's this for?" You take a seat on the edge of the bed. "This is an amulet I made for protection and I think you need it more then I do," Jimin gives you a look of disbelief.

"If it was easy for me to get to you imagine what else could get to you." Jimin had completely forgotten about how he got here in the first place. "I like to keep what's mine safe? so keep that on you, just until... what we like to call "The veil" closes completely, which won't take long," Jimin raises an eyebrow and slightly smirks before speaking.

"So I'm yours now?" You smile, founding it cute how that was the only thing he took away from what you said. "Only if you want to be, do you want to be mine?" You asked as you looked deep into his eyes causing him to shyly look away, cheeks flushed pink as he answers lowly. "Yes," You let out a little giggle before leaning closer to him, kissing his lips. As you stand up your purplish-black portal starts to take form, you walk towards it then stop in front of it.

You take a look back at jimin and gave him a wink before disappearing into the portal.

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promisenolies · 4 years ago

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A Writer Fed Up

I feel like this post/rant has been coming for a while. I realize that this might not be received well, but I guess that’s a risk I’m willing to take.

I’ve been encountering some interesting takes and comments around my work as of late. And I feel like it needs to be addressed on a few different fronts. And yes, I could have continued with my life ignoring all these issues, as most people who do these behaviors are likely just doing it for attention. But...I feel that these things need to be said, if not only to give voice to many other writers/content creators who feel similarly.

General points are as follows:

The first and simplest point to make is this: the fanfiction writers in your fandom write these pieces – 1. for FREE 2. for THEMSELVES because they feel a call to create something. They/We do not do this for YOU. The sense of entitlement some readers have is uncalled for. Unless you’re paying us for our work, your opinion is not needed. At all.

Comments and Kudos are the air we breathe as writers. We love when people appreciate our work, enjoy our work, and feel the need to let us know. HOWEVER, the comment section is not there for you to tell us how much you didn’t enjoy the piece. (see point 1)

Everyone has personal tastes, yes? I have particular things I won’t read/write and I take no offense to others who feel differently. Again though, if you come across work that does not sit well with you or that you don’t enjoy – stop reading. That’s it. Don’t leave a comment, don’t bitch on timelines, don’t send passive aggressive curious cat messages. Just leave it alone. It’s that simple. I have particular tastes, I know that. But I don’t shit on writers who fall outside of what I enjoy. Because WHY!? They—again—are creating content for themselves and those who want to read it. And they’re doing so for free under no obligation to make anyone happy. Including—surprise—you and me! So again – if you don’t like ABO, don’t read it. If you don’t like MCD, don’t read it. If you don’t like BDSM, don’t read it. If you don’t like something specifically don’t. read. it. I don’t know why this is so hard for readers to grasp.

Specific points are as follows:

I write vers/switch Jikook. That’s all I write. Yes, one-shots typically have only one role, but you’ll find a variety of who bottoms/tops in each of them. Claiming that I only wrote bottom Jimin fics after I was “called out” by some entitled person who didn’t care for my content is ridiculous. Especially considering the very first BTS piece I posted was Dressing Room Deviance which not only featured bottom Jimin – but it was also a VMinKook fic!

On that note. I can’t believe I even have to say this, but what I write is FICTION. As in, despite them taking after the likeness of real Jimin and real Jungkook at the end of the day they are characters or interpretations of them (in my canon fics). And as characters, I write their sexual roles as I see fit. Sometimes I feel like they’d enjoy bottoming, sometimes I feel like they’d like to top. (See general points 1 and 3)

But what really irritates me with this concerning fascination with sexual roles is that PEOPLE ARE MORE THAN SEX. Are you that incapable of understanding the complexities in human nature? Is it impossible for you to see them as multi-faceted and capable of multiple roles? Relationships are built on more than sex. I promise. And if you’re stuck in thinking otherwise, I greatly encourage you to speak with a professional about what healthy relationships are and what they look like. The sex is my work is ONE part of their relationship. There’s so much more going on behind it. Trust, humor, equality, love... If all you see in my work is the sex or if that’s all you can seem to bring yourself to comment on – quite honestly I don’t want you to read my stuff then. Because it’s CLEARLY over your head.

Implying that I have no experience in sexual relationships is honestly the most ludacris and laughable thing I’ve encountered to date. One can only DREAM of the level of satisfaction I have in my sex like with my spouse. (Sorry to my little if they end up seeing this LOL) And that satisfaction and experience is in the very thing you seem to think I don’t understand the mechanics of.

People’s inability to separate physical appearance, size, presentation, etc from their preconceived, heteronormative scripts/ideas is frustrating and sad. Again, people are complex and much more than their sexual roles. There is absolutely NO reason that the smaller partner can’t top. There’s absolutely NO reason that Jimin (let’s be specific here since these are my specific points) can’t be a top, can’t be assertive, can’t be portrayed outside your limited view of “babie Jimi” Even in real life, yes he’s adorable – but he’s also legitimately scary as fuck and he could kick all our asses. And he’s not TINY. Let's be real. He’s 5’9” - I can’t understand why so many people depict him as being like 5’3” or some shit. Trust me, that man can reach that top shelf to grab a bowl and doesn’t need Kook to do it for him. Stop making him a feminized, weak, damsel in distress. He’s a MAN and you’d do well to fucking realize that. Jungkook also deserves more than this general script of only topping, being stupid or aggressive, being incapable of feelings and intimacy, and always being some sort of protector. AKA – Jimin is not “the woman” and Jungkook is not “the man.” THEY ARE MEN. Your homophobic heteronormativity is showing and it’s disgusting.

I do honestly enjoy writing bottom JK, mostly because it’s unconventional (for some gross heteronormative reason). So yeah, you might see a bit more of that in my one-shots. But honestly, maybe y’all need to expand your horizons. I enjoy breaking him out of the confining box so many of you put him in. Same with Jimin. Both he and Jimin deserve great sex, whatever form that happens to take in my work.

Also, the fandom’s inability to separate sub/dom from bottom/top is also GREATLY CONCERNING. I have a lot of thoughts on this issue. Like A LOT. Mostly focused around the disgusting pornification of our youth and the sexualizing of violence. But at the end of the day my point will be short on this. (And keep in mind I will not debate this issue. This is one of my boundaries alright? - it’s HEALTHY to have boundaries) The main point of this is that sex doesn’t need to have power dynamics. It doesn’t. And I’ll concede on the point that some people specifically write BDSM and sub/dom work and that’s fine because again – points 1 and 3 in general points above. But what frustrates me is that even if there isn’t ANY power dynamics people will tag it that way. Why? Is it to get hits because people have been so culturally groomed to be aroused by that? It makes me sad that I miss out on likely some great pieces because it’s tagged wrong. Just because someone is assertive doesn’t mean they’re being a dom and just because someone let’s go and surrender’s to pleasure doesn’t mean they’re being a sub. Assertiveness is so important to have in sexual experiences because one needs to be able to voice what they like and what they don’t like. Assertiveness is not domming.

Some people’s simple lack of understanding of intimacy truly saddens me. And I’m not talking about sex. I’m talking about INTIMACY. About knowing your partner, being there for your partner, talking through things and managing conflict as a team.

This next one is a very specific rant point. If you haven’t read the “There And Back Again” series this might give spoilers and/or you might be lost. As a counselor, I can ASSURE you that the dynamics with Jungkook and Jimin include CARE and COMFORT on both sides. The way people seem to think that Jungkook wasn’t a caretaker for Jimin simply because he didn’t coddle him BLOWS MY MIND. Again, is it just because we have so FEW depictions of true intimacy and care for our partners? People process trauma in so many ways. Some people need the image that apparently so many of you draw up in your mind; the hugs, the soothing words, etc. Some people don’t. Jimin specifically in this piece didn’t need that kind of care. If you paid attention AT ALL to his character you would know that. This version of Jimin needed to feel like he was still capable, that he didn’t lose his strength and who he was, he needed to know that he still had PURPOSE. Jimin didn’t need to be coddled the way you seem to think he did. The way Jungkook didn’t make a big deal of Jimin going to therapy – that's the reaction Jimin NEEDED. If you can’t see Jungkook’s apologies for his focus on Jimin’s injuries and how he couldn’t do certain things as care, if you can’t see Jungkook’s desire to learn grounding techniques to help Jimin through flashbacks and panic attacks as care, if you can’t see Jungkook’s support of not just therapy but going to school as care...then I guess I don’t know what to tell you. But let it be known and clear that Jungkook took care of Jimin in all the ways he needed, and I’m not sorry if you can’t see it. Because THOSE depictions of care and intimacy are NEEDED (clearly) and I won’t write cookie-cutter bullshit just so people like it.

On that note – people's weird dislike of Jimin bottoming at the end of that series is so strange to me. Like, why? Does it revert back to people’s massive inability to accept him as a potential bottom? Is it the inability to reconcile his incredibly masculine portrayal with their perceived feminine role? People say they don’t think he’d healed enough... literally the last chapter is THREE YEARS later. You think he didn’t put in some work in that time? Jesus. As for saying it didn’t seem natural? ...honestly that final scene with them is one of my absolute favorites...I know a few who would agree with me.

I want to throw in one other comment/disclosure before y’all run in here and call me a hypocrite. I did recently call something out that honestly just needed to be, in my opinion. I’m sure much of that situation was due to me being a sexual assault advocate and recognizing the situation for what it was, and for recognizing the impact that the mislabeling could have on others. It was an intense moment, and I’m thankful that the creator was open to hearing me out in my escalated state. We talked through it, heard each other’s points and have moved on. And I still fully support them in their work as they are an incredible writer.

I think that’s all I have. For now.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

#rant #fed up #just stop #bts fan fiction #top/bottom #sub/dom #intimacy #ao3 #I'm done justifying my work to you

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angelicspaceprince · 5 years ago

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Random Beetlejuice HCs.

Random Beetlejuice headcanons (there are some sad ones about how he died at the end of the SFT stuff, soz all). Also there is some stuff that is AFAB but not AMAB, I’ll work on that later. TW: Suicide, depression, self-harm talk.

SFT:

Is a hand holder. He needs to hold your hand whenever people are around to centre himself but also to show the world that you’re his and to just know that he is loved and to make sure you know you are loved

Really bad social skills and a horrid sense of personal space

Is a literal ball of anxiety and is a stimmer

Rocks in a ball when things ever overwhelming and flaps his hands when nervous

You get him a fidget toy that he uses so much it breaks within a month, so you have a steady supply at hand that he keeps in his pocket always

Is meh on the coffee thing, isn’t a massive tea fan, hot chocolate is where it’s at!

Actually a really good cook? He watches a ton of cooking Youtube videos when you’re away at work or at friends and ends up taking it up as a hobby

Legit cries when you give him his first gift ever because he’s never received a gift before

The first time you go to family Christmas and they give him a present he has to excuse himself because he just starts crying because these people don’t even know him and they got him a present? What the fuck?

Much to your surprise, he takes up knitting?

It’s a nice way to cool his brain and keep focused without disassociating (which he does often) and the bonus is he gets cute socks out of it?

In his mind, it’s a win win situation

Also he can knit dicks to throw at people, that’s just extra awesome

Can play guitar, piano and saxophone. Often likes to sing to you but the content matter of the songs aren’t always loving (mostly about how he wants to pound you)

Actually not a massive fan of horror movies, they’re so unrealistic that it bugs him

Will make sure that you can’t leave his grasp if he needs a cuddle session on the couch because he needs that contact time

Is really sensitive but will make a joke out of it, so half the time you don’t know if he isn’t offended or if he is and he’s just hiding it

You come home one day and suddenly there is just….a dog in your house?

“His name is Sandy, he is a black Labrador and he is our son now.”

Absolutely shocking handwriting. Just. Abysmal. You can’t make it out, so now its just become some weird game of Pictionary whenever he leaves a note for you that isn’t the phrase ‘I love you’.

Is super messy (obviously) but if you tell him to clean up, he will

If you do the dishes together (the only way you can get him to help clean up after cooking), he does the drying up because he does not want to shove his hands into hot soapy water, no thank you

When he dances, its not the timid, shy dancing you see when people aren’t dancing in a group. Its full on, full body, the entire house is his stage kinda dancing. And its arguably pretty good

Even when he gets you to dance what clearly isn’t a proper tango, but it’s fun none the less.

Really sensitive about suicide and self-harm, because he’s been there

Think about it, he was Juno’s assistant (movie, not musical, I know) which means he was a public servant which means he committed suicide

Given the way that everyone who has died carries on how they died into the afterlife through their looks from the moment they died, we can reason that Beetlejuice looks exactly like how he did when he died

The moss and hair and mildew and just the general damp look he seems to carry makes me think that he was either drunk, fell over and drowned in a puddle or lake or it was a calculated move and he killed himself to get away from his mother or just general demons

So yeah, if you self-harm or talk about killing yourself, he takes that very personally because you deserve better than that, and he’ll be damned if you kill yourself on his watch

It takes him a while to admit to you what happened and how he died, and it most definitely happens when you’re both drunk, but you remember what he says and whenever he talks about his childhood because its horrible and always ends with you holding him close because he clearly needs that shit

NSFT

Our boy here is such a switch

There are days where he needs to absolutely dominate the shit out of you, controlling every aspect of what happens, including when, where and how you cum

But sometimes he just needs to be taken care of and to obey every order you give him

Has tried every single kink and only a few of them are a hard no in his books

But if he had to limit it to his top 5-10 they’d be: Mommy/Daddy Kink, Puppy Kink, Cum Inflation (or anything to do with cum really), edge play, cock warming, anything that ends with either of you having a tummy bulge due to a toy, cock or just the sheer amount of cum that’s in you, humiliation, public sex, impact play and adduction/consensual non-consensual play

Rarely asks for you to be a sub for 24 hours, but he’s happy to be in puppy space or in sub space for days or even weeks if you so want or if he needs

Can give himself blowjobs

Also enjoys having his clones get in on the fun and to mess with you throughout the day if he knows he can get away with it

So. Many. Dick. Pics.

Just. Constantly sending you photos of his junk because he can

Sex is rarely serious unless you’re in a scene where that is required. If you two are just fooling around, it’s full of puns and laughter

Wearing stripes turns him on, wearing his clothes even more so

Lingerie to him is wearing his oversized hoodies and a pair of striped panties

Really good at shibari

If you’re in public and aren’t paying attention to him, he will slide a hand up towards your crotch and just push his way inside and start fingering you until you cum as quietly as you possibly can before sucking his fingers clean with a grin because ‘you should have been paying attention’

Massive case filled with toys that seem endless, almost like the perverted version of Mary Poppins’ bag

Likes to put toys in you when he’s in dom mode and make you wear them in public all day whilst he’s at home controlling the vibrator settings, just to see how much you can take

He. Will. Eat. You. Out. And is the king of it. And is proud of that fact

Aftercare is a must between the two of you, and due to his abandonment issues you can’t leave during aftercare time. You can during a scene if you tell him where you’re going and why but afterwards, he needs you there without interruption until he’s fully recovered. Both in dom and sub mode

Safe word is bath, for obvious reasons

You managed to get him in the shower once to tell him it’s a kink of yours to fuck in the shower and he was down for that. Didn’t work a second time, but he got the picture. BATHE

Has, on more than one occasion, made his dick stripy to surprise you and it always ends with you going no. Just no.

Produces an extreme amount of cum, it should be illegal and inhuman, which incidentally, he is

Can make his cock grow, swell, shrink, whatever you need on his command and he loves when he’s being cockwarmed to make his cock grow whenever you shift or move as punishment

Sometimes, in sub space, if he’s feeling needy and you need to work, you get him to sit in your chair and you sit on him. If he moves without warning, you make it to leave but he whines and promises to be good. If he says ‘I just need to adjust’ or whatever, then you won’t move if he starts to shift

IS. INTO. PRAISE. KINK

PRAISE THIS BOY

SO MUCH!

If you praise him well enough in sub space, he will cum without being touched and that, at the end of the day, is the goal

Really fucking low refectory period, like we are talking seconds

He’s not a one go type of guy, if you guys be fucken, you guys be fucken for hours

Has done stretches before sex to make you laugh and roll your eyes

Bought glow in the dark condoms once and surprised you with it

Most of the time, he will hold hands with you in some way as you fuck

Falls asleep within seconds of finishing and holds onto you so tight you can’t escape to pee or do whatever you need to do

Favourite positions: Doggy style, you riding his face or him or up a wall/on a counter

Claims you’re his favourite meal and that he has saved the best seat in the house which is his lap or his face

Most DEFINITELY as left you tied up in a room with a vibe pressed firmly on your clit to see how many times you can cum. He’s just outside the door, you both just like it when he acts as if he has left you alone to ‘suffer’

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The Thornton Heath Poltergeist - The Most Haunted Places In The World That You NEED To Hear About #2

January.

A time of self doubt as you take on the latest fad diet. A time of personal struggle as you return to the 9-to-5 and question why in the hell you decided to work in this goddamn office. And a time of thirst as you realise Dry January does indeed include Echo Falls despite their Rosé being mostly sugar and aesthetic.

Is there any hope left in the world?

Oh, dear reader - you didn’t tap on this blog in the hope of reading some article about a cheerful, positive topic like little rabbits with big flopsy ears, did you?

You’re here for the dead. And the demonic. And all manner of terrible things.

Goodbye, Patches - hello, Poltergeist.

Today, we are going to be discussing one of the most iconic paranormal cases from the UK that no one has ever heard of: the Thornton Heath Poltergeist.

But it turns out that there’s not just one poltergeist in Thornton Heath.

Oh, no.

There’s two.

And these two pesky spirits are far from alone:

Croydon might not sound like the setting for the next cult horror hit, but this London borough is actually known for its rather macabre history - and the legacy of its dark past.

Whilst your chowing down on a Gregg’s sausage roll you might hear rumours of one of Elizabeth I’s maids-in-waiting traipsing around a school, and perhaps you’ll even see a few children who were killed during the war skip past the local Chicken Cottage.

On top of that - like most areas of London - Croydon is actually a relatively ancient town, with the first settlements appearing in the 6th century.

This place clearly has a lot of paranormal promise.

However, despite setting the scene for 2 key cases of poltergeist activity, though do appear to be unconnected. Nevertheless, together they provide a lot of insight into a specific form of supernatural activity that tends to get forgotten.

This is especially true since poltergeists have dominated the horror genre for many a year, inspiring iconic films such as Poltergeist (1982), and litter stories which involve any trace paranormal activity.

The thing is, although frequently mentioned, the actual concept of poltergeists is kind of ignored, particularly the debate surrounding them. These 2 cases, however, provide an overview of the different approaches to poltergeist activity:

One case looks into debunking the paranormal, whereas the other presents the typical haunted house case you clicked to see.

So, today’s article is going to take us through the 2 poltergeists of Thornton Heath, and the paranormal theory behind poltergeists.

Strap in folks, and let’s get spooky.

First, What Actually Is A Poltergeist?

Anyone speak German?

Poltergeist is a mashup of two German words, and it literally means “noisy spirit”.

Based on that translation, it is a type of spirit who has a thing for physical disturbances. Loud noises, objects moving, biting and pinching are the common symptoms of such a haunting. And despite sounding pretty minimal - well, maybe not the biting and the pinching - such poltergeist activity often represents the first traces of far greater hauntings.

But unlike most paranormal theories, it turns out that poltergeist activity is pretty well investigated (as this post will demonstrate).

Heck, poltergeist activity has been reported since the 1st century!

It is claimed that it lasts typically around 5 months, but some say it can stretch out to several years.

On top of our knowledge of the duration of such activity, poltergeists allegedly haunt people, not places - a bit like demons. This does contrast with the 1972 haunting, but we all know that supernatural theories lack the accuracy we expect of an exact science.

And so we come back to the debates and the debunking which always ends up stalking the supernatural. It’s for that reason that Poltergeists are such a valuable component of spiritualist theory because of the intense debate and study surrounding them, as the 1938 case will show.

Indeed, the first of the scientific theories debunking poltergeists swap the paranormal for the patriarchy.

It's called the Naughty Little Girl theory.

Obviously, it suggests that young girls create activity to get attention because women can’t breathe without doing it for attention, right? The Conjuring 2 is one of the few films that picks up on this concept, showing its use by the media as it was utilised in the real life case.

A less misogynistic theory instead claims that the paranormal activity could be down to seismic activity or water stress, creating noises and physical disturbances often blamed on poltergeists.

Or, it could all come back to the theory of psychokinesis:

It claims that when we are stressed, our fucked-up brains can have a physical impact on the objects around us, making it look - and feel - like we are living in a perpetual Paranormal Activity film.

Well, that or a rom-com; it turns out the poltergeist was really within us the whole time...

The 1972 Case - The Official Thornton Heath Poltergeist

Welcome to the the era of the occult - the 1970s.

The obsession with the paranormal experienced a revival in the late 20th century thanks to the affectionately named Satanic Panic and the rise of hippie-dom. And because so many reports of the paranormal crop up in this era, we have to be wary – blaming shit on the paranormal was nearly as common as institutionalised racism, ensuring that claims were often amped up by fear.

Got your pinch of salt to hand? Good.

Our story begins in the heat of summer - it’s August 1972.

A family are fast asleep after, well, I don’t know, what did people do in the 1970s? Listen to too much ABBA?

Anyway - their peaceful slumber is interrupted in the middle of the night when a radio switches on all by itself and blasts out full-volume-raise-the-roof level musings from a foreign radio station.

This is where the activity begins.

The following nights, lights turn on and off by themselves, mirroring the first hour of a Paranormal Activity film before Katie makes some off the cuff comment about being besties with a demon during puberty.

Yet despite the suggestions of something supernatural, it suddenly just chills the fuck out.

Well, that is until the most wonderful time of the year! Only for this famalam, this are about to get a little less wonderful, and a little more what the fuck.

Probably in the midst of an ABBA jam-sesh, a small antique figurine is plucked off a shelf by an invisible hand, and flung across the room, hitting the patriarch of the family with such a force that it knocks him to the floor.

If that wasn’t enough for one day, the Christmas tree then joins in the freaky festivities, and starts shaking.

And that only just scratches the surface of the supernatural events soon to haunt this family.

Cut to a few days later, and its New Year Eve.

Ok, right, let’s be honest here: any activity reported was at times when there would have been a couple of bevvies, a few late nights among friends and family…

Who hasn’t seen a demon picking cashews out of the mixed nuts bowel when they’re a third of the way through that bottle of Echo Falls?

Regardless of my suspicions, they supposedly started to hear loud footsteps upstairs, and during that very night, a member of the family awoke to see a very tall and very angry man staring at him, giving off very threatening vibes.

But it wasn’t just the son of the family that saw these mysterious goings on.

Some visitors to the house reported similar activity:

At a dinner party (*sigh*) a door began to violently shake, nearly coming off its hinges. The living room door then followed suit, and swung open. Every single light in the house then began to follow the trend and turned on and off.

No matter how many bottles they were deep by then, there’s no doubt that shizz was getting weird.

In response to this shizz getting weird, the family did the right thing: they called themselves a priest, and got him to check the shizz out.

However, as a result of his holy presence, the activity worsened. A medium shortly followed, and on his visit deduced that this was a farmer of Chatterton. A quick visit to the library and a rifle through the odd archive later, and the story is confirmed:

This was the spirit of a farmer from the 18th century, and as the medium claimed, he was angry that these trespassers were on his land. So, like all landlords, he kept his cool and was trying to treat these people with the fairness and respect that all landlords hold dear.

Nah, who are we kidding - instead of charging them £60 for not pulling a weed out from underneath the wheelie bin, he manifested as a poltergeist.

The escalation then, uh, escalated.

Following the appearance of the ghost patriarch, his wife then turned up and made a point of targeting the matriarch of the family.

Despite the coincidence of most claims of boozy nights on the heath, these hauntings that mirror the heads of the household really support the case as it sticks to this line of opposition to the “intruders”.

The ghostly matriarch’s favoured haunting was following people up the stairs; when you turned around, you would see wisps of a grey bun and the outlines of a faint figure which would then vanish into thin air.

But on top of the wife getting involved, the farmer himself made a commitment to being spooky AF.

Its for that reason that the creepiest haunting of the year award goes to the farmer.

Why?

Because he would turn up on their TV.

Like, I don’t know if he was on bloody Blue Peter à la IT, or if the screen would go blank and this bitch would rock up and just be there…

But just like fuck that, no thanks, congratulations, and just take the award ugh.

So, like anyone would, this family were like nope screw this, packed up shop, and moved the fuck outta there. After they moved out the activity ceased - like all hauntings tend to do, confirming that it could be due to their trespassing.

Well, or that it was all faked but as the gullible young woman I am, I’m going to deny all traces of this family’s excessive drinking and say that the farmer did indeed turn up on Blue Peter and take a badge with him to the afterlife.

For privacy reasons, the actual address is unknown to the public for the obvious reason that innocent families don’t want some Jake Paul wannabe pulling up in a jacked up Ford Fiesta and whipping out a GoPro to make a quick buck on YouTube.

Heck, I don’t know if anyone lives there now! But this is still recognised by paranormal fanatics are one of the greatest hauntings to come out of the UK.

Well, I say the greatest…

It has to compete with the Thornton Heath poltergeist of an odd 40 years before.

The 1938 Case - Thornton Heath Poltergeist 2: The Prequel No One Asked For

Now we turn to the former haunting of Thornton heath in 1938.

But this poltergeist isn’t set against the scene of some cosy pre-war family home, nor are any long dead farmers getting involved.

This story, on the other hand, follows the scientific study of the paranormal, and to this day is an unsolved mystery that has left both investigator and individual alike without answers.

And it starts with this bloke called Nandor Fodor.

Fodor lead the argument that poltergeists are manifestations from the subconscious mind, and to prove his claims, he investigated the tales of terror that had been experienced by one woman in a small corner of Croydon.

He followed his scientific studies all the way to a little place called Thornton Heath.

Sure, this case could have been linked to the Chatterton farmer, but the focus of their investigation was on the nature of paranormal beliefs, so there was no study of what spirit could be behind it.

All we know regarding the haunting is that the victim of this poltergeist was a woman only known to us as Mrs. Forbes. She was studied at an institute, and in an attempt to be sure she wasn’t creating the hauntings, she basically had to get undressed in front of them, and wear special clothes to prove she wasn’t concealing anything.

Nevertheless, the weird shizz we saw in the 1970s still seemed to follow her.

Dishes would float in mid-air and then crash to the floor, glasses would suddenly appear in her hand (*insert middle aged facebook meme with a minion in the background*), and objects from her home would appear at the institute.

Her house was 10 miles away from the institute.

But beyond her possessions appearing out of thin air, Mrs. Forbes frequently described different entities that would appear and attack her.

These beings included a vampire which would on occasion bite her neck - and left her with two physical wounds in her neck, and a tiger which reached out and scratched deep gashes in her arm. Just like the vampire’s supposed attack, these markings were also found on her body.

However, one of her claims went too far, and was used to challenge every single incident she claimed was caused by a poltergeist:

Alongside the vampire bite and the tiger’s scratches, Mrs. Forbes also had several burn marks scarring her neck. Seemingly coming out of nowhere, Forbes believed it was due to the spirit of a man strangling her with a necklace.

However, shortly after making this statement, she professed a deep desire to kill this man.

Fodor drew from this that she thought the man was inside of her, and thus she tried to kill him by choking herself. That’s the burn marks explained - what about everything else? All it took was a quick check of her body and clothing to find small items concealed under her left breast.

That’s right; she has conjured up this “poltergeist” out of thin air.

Having connected the dots, Fodor deduced that she was both schizophrenic, and burdened by repressed sexual trauma.

Another day, another hoax.

Unsurprisingly, faked activity vis-a-vis this case is pretty common when it comes to the paranormal, and this label is pinned by non-believers onto, well, basically anything we just so happen to report.

And despite how frustrating this can seem, it is a necessary disturbance in our research of the supernatural. In fact, the original Thornton Heath story brings this into play when we discuss poltergeists, particularly as their basis centres on physical disturbances which can be both faked or misinterpreted.

Croydon might seem yet another area of London Prince Andrew would pull out of the hat to defend his reputation, but it instead represents a much wider discussion of the paranormal.

From the fake to the unknown, from the mysterious to the mentally unstable:

How we investigate the supernatural starts in a little place called Thornton Heath.

What do you think?

Did the family really witness poltergeist activity first hand?

Or was it all just conjured up by women that purely wanted attention i dont know about you but i just love attention oh gimme attention look I WANT ATTENTION NOWSUFH[HB’[Egb’???????!1//1/1/1!//????

Ahem.

Wanna hear about more spooky shizz like this? Wanna hear about a new haunted location everyday? Then go ‘head and hit follow!

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Dark Desires ( JJK/ Demon AU)

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook| Reader Words: 6.3K Rating: NSFW (18+) Genre: Demon AU Warnings: pwp. smut. fingering, oral (receiving/giving), cumplay, edging, orgasm denial, dom/sub undertones. Synapse: You’re a herbalist looking for herbs and the reason behind the mountains being off limits. Surely, the hills must have more medicinal plants, but, what lies there, is something far more sinister.

For my lovely wife @barbika1508 who requested me with a prompt that turned absolutely filthy under her influence. I've got no regrets whatsoever. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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“Why don’t you just buy the herbs like every other normal herbalist out there?” Josephine whined dramatically with a hand on her forehead and sat down on the lone stool by the window.

Josephine was a lovely woman in her late forties and she’d been working alongside my grandfather in the quaint little herbal medicine shop that he ran. I’d inherited it about five years back and have been trying my best to run it smoothly with the little knowledge I have and the years of experience I’ve gathered.

And for that, I’d need to handpick the best of herbs and mix them myself for the best medicine. Yes, one could certainly say—I was too nitpicky. But it was just the way I’d liked doing things. My way, or no way.

“Define normal.” I retorted back with a smile, knowing I’d made a good point. Placing the last of the sterilized glass jars into my side tote bag, I was set for my little travel.

“There are twelve packages, named, labeled with instructions within.” I started counting things that needed be done while I was gone for the day.

“If new customers come, ask them to visit again and don’t mess with the ingredients.” She parroted me in the exact tone and rolled her eyes. “I know, kid. It’s the same thing every time.”

Giggling under my breath, I nodded sheepishly. “Just making sure, Fifi.”

Jogging up to her, I hugged her tightly, inhaling her sweet scent of cinnamon and rose with my eyes closed, hoping she’d hold onto me a little longer. I wanted to ingrain her earthy scent and her warmth to my memory, to have something to keep me sane as I traverse the mountains for the rare herbs.

“Be careful darling, and as always,” She pulled away and looked into my eyes. Smiling, I parroted the saying I’ve been hearing since I was ten. “Don’t go looking for a dark cave, or you’ll end up walking into your own grave.”

Kissing my forehead, she stared at me a moment longer, her eyes downcast and teary. Closing her eyes, she sighed and patted my cheeks fondly. “Off you go, young lady.”

Biting my lips, I nodded and turned around. Without looked back, I padded my way across the room and climbed the stairs down to the exit of the little shop. I knew I was going to break the one promise I had made to her all these years.

Maybe she knew it too. Maybe that was why she looked sad and resigned. But I was determined to find out what held in those mountains that caused the people to come back delusional and sick out of their minds. I just had to.

*＊✿❀○❀✿＊*

Tired and out of breath I sat on a boulder, huffing and puffing out through my mouth. As I climbed up the steep roads, I saw many herbs that were uncommon to the woods down below. From Aralia, Dianthus, Cassia and even Vervain. They were much needed almost regularly and required a long time to extract. Finding the fresh herbs was just my luck.

But the collection soon became too much to carry. I’d collected some wild mushroom and berries on my way too, just in case I got lost, I’d have something to snack on or make a soup out of. Considering it rained or I found my way to the spring on the other side of the mountain.

As the day grew closer to noon, the heat became unbearable and I decided it was time to start on my way finding what I came here mostly for.

Finding the true cause of the locals getting sick on this mountain. The women never came back and the men became insane. From hallucinations to night terrors, the symptoms were wide-ranging showing only one conclusion—they encountered something that terrified them to their wit’s end.

The local legend said a monster was sealed here in one of the caves, another claimed it to be a demon’s lair while yet another spoke of a handsome young man trapped inside a cave by a demon as its prey to bring in humans for it to feast upon.

Not that I believed in any of those, but, by the looming cave in front of me decorated with human skulls in pikes and shattered bones as carpet to its entrance, you could say I was pretty close to believing in one of those tales.

Now, either I could walk in there—free the boy and tackle the demon with deodorant spray and matches. Lighting up a demon on fire seemed like a really good idea to me. The pyromaniac in me jumped in glee at the prospect.

Or, my inner-self whispered in the back of my mind. I could listen to Fifi and just walk away before I became my own patient.

There was no herbalist who rivaled me. The town needed my expertise. Yup. I’d walk away and bring back the herbs like promised. The demon was bringing me customers and money anyway. If it was a demon’s doing in the first place. I’d seen enough for the day.

Home, sweet home. Here, I come.

Even though I said that my heart didn’t quite agree with it. Crunching on the little bone shards spread out on the dirt path, I walked on my way to the portal of death. My palms were sweating in anticipation. Heck, even my sweat was sweating. It was certain there was something in there, something not dead, and something definitely not alive. Because, despite the area being decorated with filthy and gruesome things, it didn’t stink. Not one bit. Instead, the air tasted fresh—like spring water and morning dew and it smelled of vanilla cakes. The only things I loved the most in the world other than, of course, a heavenly slice of glazed dark chocolate cake.

Suspicious. Very suspicious indeed. Tilting my head, I sniffed the air some more and my eyes widened as the aroma intensified, became richer, beckoning me to lick the air itself with how deliciously good it smelled.

Licking my lips, I threw all caution to wind and brisk-walked the rest of the way to the entrance of the cave. Hesitating, I stopped for a moment. Just what was I doing?

I was supposed to head home. Even the birds overhead had started to fly back home. If I didn’t turn around now, I’d never make it back by tonight. I had a shop to close, shower and order some Chinese takeout. Yes, takeout was unhealthy, but I was sore from all the walking. I didn’t have it in me to cook for just myself.

Despite me rationally wanting to go back, I couldn’t bring myself to actually turn around and go back. There was something about this place— something that made me walk towards it like a moth to the flame. I could feel the little hair on the back on my neck rising, my skin being dotted in gooseflesh. And despite the obvious warning signs—I kept going.

Staring down at one of the spears with a human looking skull on it, I wondered if it was plastic or plaster of Paris. Didn’t seem unlikely at all. Maybe it was some kind of unfinished haunted house shit? Well, whatever. It was in my way and I’d get it sorted.

Picking up the spear and shaking of the skull of it, I was satisfied as it flew past my shoulder and split open with a satisfying crack. Smirking, I shook my head. Plastic indeed. Someone was really out there trying to keep people out of here. At least they could have had something rotting to make it more believable.

The cave loomed in front of me now, shrouded in absolute darkness. Whatever was in there, I hoped it was worth me risking a heart attack solely from the way it was trying to beat its way out of my chest.

Me?

Scared?

No. I was just nervous I’d hurt the wrong person, or demon, or whatever being was in there. Were they trapped? Or were they a bait? Or was there anything at all? At this point, honestly, it wouldn’t surprise me if this was some haunted house setting with fake dummies that light up as recordings of weird voices go on in the background.

Steeling myself for the worst, I rummaged through the bag, looking for the matchsticks. Great, just great. I had stuffed so many things in here, it was practically impossible to find the tiny little box.

“Can I help you?” A voice piped up from somewhere deep into the cave, and it echoed back to me. That only meant the cave was empty because if there were other things, they’d have not let voices echo. A flock of birds flew past my head, making me crouch down. I didn’t quite like them. From far away? Sure, they were beautiful. But on my face? Nah, bro, stay away.

A bright light shone in my eyes, blinding me for a split second. A torch! Of course. I knew I was forgetting something important when I left the store earlier in the day. I wonder if the customers collected their due medicine today.

"Are you possibly deaf? “ The voice asked again and I shivered at the sweet honeyed tone of it. He sounded like a teenager, maybe close to my age too. I was no expert when it came to voices, but it was soft, soothing and calm like no other.

"No, I’m just blind thanks to you.” Rolling my eyes, I turned my head and heard the ticking of his faint footsteps walking away.

“I’m sorry about that.” He drawled, not sounding sorry at all and switched off the light. Blanketing everything into darkness once more as he dragged something into position. Huh. Rude much? Was he may be lost in the mountain? Or dared to spend a night here? Whatever the case, if he was as comfortable being in the darkness, maybe there wasn’t anything scary at all.

A hole opened up at the roof, letting the moonlight in and the whole cave lit up as if there were a thousand bulbs lit inside. Walking around awed, I noticed it was filled with crystals hanging from the ceiling and all around the cave that glittered as the moonlight shone on them.

“Pretty, aren’t they?” He whispered next to my ear, holding me to himself. I could now feel his well-defined chest muscles behind me as his arm snaked around my waist.

"They are. “ I breathed out. My voice a soft whisper and huskier than I’d intended. His presence was doing things to me I’d never admit it out loud. Demon or not, there was something about this cave, that had me staying and now my blood boiling in anticipation.

Dropping the spear from my hands, I turned around in his arms and froze on the spot. Nothing in this world had prepared me for the beauty the man was. No wonder he hid in the shadows. His strawberry blonde hair parted to the left and messy, dark eyes set on me, looking into my soul. They looked so sad, hurt even, as I stared back at him. His nose was just a tad bit crooked and lips thin and so pink that curved just a smidge when my gaze lingered longer than deemed appropriate.

“See something you like?” He asked with a smirk, his eyes dancing in mirth. Narrowing my own, I stared down at his crotch that seemed to be bursting at the seams. Raising my brows, I poked him there, and sure enough, he was hard, a damp patch already forming on too tight jeans. Flinching away from my touch, he grabbed me by the throat, though his grip was harsh, his touch was gentle.

I wasn’t scared of him. I wonder why.

Maybe it was the calming scent that surrounded him, or maybe it was his gentle eyes. But something made me want to trust him. Something in his gaze as it lingered on my eyes made me want him. He was lean, yet there was something powerful about him that thrummed in the air and made me want to touch it to see if it really electrocuted me. Yet, I kept my hands to myself. I didn’t want to disappoint him.

“You have some nerve not just entering where you shouldn’t but also trying to touch me. Are you possibly out of your mind?” He spat out his words, eyes narrowing and jaw clenched. The veins on his neck became more prominent as I stared at them. He truly was a piece of art, and so were the accessories on him. From the leaf shaped black earring, to the multiple rings on his fingers, he was decked in jewels, and I don’t think they were the fake kind.

“So what if I am?” I challenged him and was satisfied to see the fire in his eyes burn brighter. He was angry, but for what? Surely, he couldn’t have owned the cave. It didn’t belong to anyone. Unless…

“Do you even know what you’re dealing with?” He asked, dragging a finger over my slit as he buried his nose on my neck, biting it until I winced and let go of my neck when I shook my head. “I’m a demon, an incubus. You should have stayed away like the priest intended.”

Demon? Him?

He looked more like a fallen angel dressed in all black. If demons looked anything like him, I’d gladly have him locked up in my basement, tied and naked. But that was just me being horny. Right. He was an incubus. No wonder my sex drive was through the roof and I was in a trance as soon as I got a whiff of him. But a priest?

Well, not my business. As long as he fucked me good.

Snarling, he tore through my joggers and showed me his ink black nails as if he could read through my thoughts. If he thought they’d intimidate me, he was wrong. If anything, it only made my pussy clench in need. I wanted those beautiful fingers of his buried deep inside of me, making me scream, but only in ecstasy.

Peeling off my joggers, he looked at my body appreciatively. The cold air making my nipples pebble and body squirm in need. “Look at you, being so needy for me.” Licking his lips, his eyes turned golden and nose flared as he noticed the thong I was wearing underneath. “I’ll reward you if you can satisfy me.”

“I’m sure I can.” I nodded confidently. I loved giving pleasure, it turned me on to no ends. And his body was a heaven I’d wanted to explore. The sheer black shirt he wore did nothing to hide his gorgeous, delectable muscles; those dusky pink nipples and a very mouthwatering neck. I wanted to bite it, mark him my own.

“But can you keep up?”

"I’m certain I can more than keep up, kitten.” Tilting his head to the side, he nodded to himself, “I prey on your life force, in exchange for a night of pleasure. Everything you’ve ever dreamed of, will come true, in exchange for a few years of your life.”

Even though he was warning me, his tone seemed deeper, huskier. If he was turned on before, he must be beyond help now. He was a sex demon if his life depended on sharing with others, and he chased away people from approaching him, he must have been starving.

A selfless, starving demon. Never in my life, would I have thought it possible. Was it a choice, or was he forced into it? Maybe it was because of the ‘priest’ he mentioned. Well, I suppose, as long as he didn’t suck me dry of my life force and spread my bones as the ivory carpet to the entrance of the cave, I guess I was fine with a couple years taken away. I was doing so with unhealthy diet anyway.

“I don’t care if you’re a demon. If I’m going to hell, I’d rather fuck my way to it.” Shivering in delight at his voice and his confidence, I wanted to bend over and let ram into me. It was hard to even stand still under his gaze, but it was the same piercing gaze that held me in place.

Smirking, he dragged his nail from my neck until the hem of my panties, slicing his way through it. It didn’t hurt, but it stung as drops of blood beaded on the trail he formed. Peeling off my ruined flannel shirt and black bra, he thumbed my nipples all the while staring at my face. “Bad, bad girl. You defy me, even though you want me.”

“I’m sorry if I’m not what you expected.” Glaring at him, I held onto his cock over his black jeans and holding a fistful of hair at the back of his head, I guided his lips down onto mine.

His lips were far softer than I’d imagined them to be, warmer and they molded just right onto mine. Biting his lip, I dragged my tongue onto the seam of his lips and as soon as he opened his mouth in a whimper, I smiled in victory. He tasted of caramel and coffee, a heady mix that had my head spinning, my thoughts muddled and before I knew it, his hand was stroking my core, gliding his fingers over my nether lips.

Gasping aloud, I spread my legs a little, hoping he’d take the hint and touch me properly. Sucking on my tongue, he smoothed his fingers up and down my slit and every time he came close to touching my clit, his fingers shied away making me groan in frustration. Pulling away from my mouth with a string of saliva connecting us, he chuckled, “Cat got your tongue?”

“No, you.” I glared at him, my core clenching in need and almost dripping past my thighs. I needed to feel something inside of me before I was driven to insanity.

“Jungkook” He demanded, lifting my chin with his forefinger. His claws now retracted back. “My name is Jungkook.”

“I’m Y/N, please, touch me,” I whispered, making my eyes look larger, hoping he’d take pity on me. It was all his fault anyway. Growling, he pinched my clit, making me jolt in surprise and yelp. Before I could retaliate, he got down on his knees, lifted my left leg over his shoulder and with a wink, dived in as if I were a feast he was starving for.

“Your scent has been driving me crazy since the moment you looked at me”, Licking up my entrance, he inserted his index finger and looked up at me, “And you taste delectable too. Just hope for your own good, I don’t get addicted to it.”

Whimpering as his finger hit that spot inside of me, my knees buckled, and he held me up with his shoulders.

"Ju-jungkook"

"I know"

Inserting two more fingers at once, he scissored them inside me, drawing out light moans of pleasure. The more I squirmed, the faster his pace became and as soon as I'd clench on his fingers, he'd stop and start building his pace all over again. This was more frustrating than it was satisfying and now I just wanted to clutch onto his hair and shove his tongue right over my clit. But, somehow, I knew I shouldn't be as greedy.

Clutching onto his defined shoulders for support in a deathly grip, I was sure I had left behind crescent moons where my nails had dug into his skin. Squirming, I tried to get his nose to rub just the right way over my clit. I needed to cum, but he just wouldn't let me. It was the fifth time when he finally took mercy upon me as my breath hitched and I rocked against his palm.

"Cum for me, Y/N", Jungkook demanded in a harsh whisper, his fingers twisting inside with each flick of his wrist. I whimpered an incoherent response, lost in the haze, body spasming and feet numb. Curling my toes as I felt my abdomen clench, I held onto his hair tighter than before, urging him to do something. Just a little more...

With a nip to my clit, the tiny band that was holding me back came undone as my orgasm took over. "Fuuuuck, Jungkook!" I gripped his hand, trying to slow him down as he continued to thrust his fingers inside me, dragging out the intense orgasm, showing me no mercy as his tongue relentlessly lapped on my clit, over and over again.

Whimpering, my body tilted and lost its balance. Catching me midair, he cooed near my neck, petting my hair and praising me. "There, there, take it easy." As I opened my eyes, I saw his cock straining, angry and red, leaking cum from the tip. It was the probably the prettiest cock I had ever seen in life. But before I could reach for it, he tilted my head away with his forefinger, looking into my eyes. "You okay there?"

His body was tense, eyes flickering over my face and neck, sad and empty. I wondered if he became self-conscious and worried. There was absolutely nothing to worry over. If anything, I was on cloud nine right now. I felt invincible.

"Yeah." Nodding, I tried feeling my body. I felt alive, my skin thrummed in satisfaction. "Fuck, that was amazing."

"Yeah?" He asked, a slow smirk forming on his lips, replacing his earlier frown of concern. "Want to continue?"

"More than anything, Jungkook", I replied, with absolute honesty. If that was just a preview, I wanted to enjoy the movie, the merchandise, and all the fan fiction. I wanted to devour him. Incubus or not, I wanted him. Letting go of my thighs, he stood up as soon as I'd regained my balance. Ripping open his shirt and pants, he threw them somewhere behind him, unbothered. As hot as that looked, I wondered if he owned any more pairs.

His skin glowed from the sparkling crystals, every ridge and sinew of his body carved to perfection. He truly looked so beautiful under the shimmering lights, I wanted him, and I wanted him all for myself.

“There’s still time to back out now.” He whispered as he came closer to me. Shaking my head, I looked around us. There was practically nowhere we could do it. Then where?

“Hold on to the wall, be mindful of the sharp crystals.”

Nodding, I spread my fingers along the rough surface of the walls.

“I’ll let you in on a secret.” Dragging his thumb across my lips, he looked me in the eyes as I pulled his thumb into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it as his gaze darkened, “With every kiss, you lose a little of yourself. If I was starving before, I’m a little satisfied now, which makes me all the more ravenous for your body.” Pulling his finger out of my mouth with a pop, he peppered tiny kisses all over my neck and chest, licking in between as I held onto his hair in a tight hold.

His demeanor changed, he became gentler, yet assertive in his movements. Slowing down, he dragged out every movement of his tongue, lighting my skin on fire. I was burning for him, my skin feverish for more of his touch. His hands were like magic, every inch of skin that they mapped, came alive under his calloused touch, drawing out gasps and moans of his name.

"You’re so hot like this, writing under my touch and I haven't even started." He then traced the shape of my breasts, his hands tender like the touch of a feather. Licking his lips, he then attached his mouth to the twin mounds, giving them equal attention. Even though his touch was gentle, his mouth was completely unforgiving. His hot tongue flicked over the nipple, biting on it until I squirmed away. Holding onto my waist, he laved away the sting of his bite and smiled at me innocently, his doe eyes sparkling with promised dark pleasures. "These are possibly the prettiest fits I've ever seen."

He whimpered as I caught hold of his hot throbbing length in my hands. He was hard within, but oh so soft, and warm in my hands. I wanted to taste him, to feel him come apart on my tongue. To hear him moan my name and become desperate under my touch. "Why don't you fuck them?" I challenged him. If I was proud of something, it had to be my boobs. If he found pretty, who was I to stop him?

Jungkook straightened up and looked down at me through hooded eyes, a slow smile spreading on his lips. Mussed hair, lips bit red, dark eyes and neck littered with love bites; Jungkook was a sight to behold. But when he smiled, all rational thoughts flew out of my head and I stared back at him flabbergasted. He was absolutely ethereal, an angel. His smile made him look like an innocent child, so happy and bright until I saw his eyes, dark, lethal and oh so sexy.

Getting down on my knees, I regarded his cock that twitched under my harsh glare. It was so beautiful, flushed red and veins bulging at it sides, a drop of precum oozing from the top. Before it could drop on the floor, I licked its head tentatively, savoring the bittersweet taste on my tongue. He smelled somewhat earthy and his deep musk made me clench my thighs and rub and together to create some form of friction.

Gliding my tongue around the head, I dragged it all the way to his balls and sucked them into my mouth tentatively. Gripping onto his hot length, I flicked my wrist and dragged his skin lower and licked my way back up, enveloping the bulbous head into my warm mouth.

He shuddered above me, I could feel his thighs tremble underneath my fingertips of the hand that wasn't jerking him off. Groaning low in his throat, he threw his head back and bit his lip until they bled a dark crimson.

Opening my mouth wider, I pushed him deeper inside until it became too uncomfortable for me. He was just too big to fit in my mouth, and thick too. Swirling my tongue, I coated him with a thick layer of saliva and popped him out of my mouth.

With a wink at his astonished face, I pushed my tits together around his girth and moved over him once, twice, until he moaned pushed the bangs out of my face. "This has got to be the hottest sight I've ever witnessed."

"Yeah?" Smirking, I licked the head as it reached my chin with an upwards thrust. Every time I bounced down, he'd thrust along with me, setting a fast pace that was tiring me out. But the look of absolute pleasure on his flushed face was absolutely worth it. Sweat beaded on his forehead like tiny glittering diamonds and I was proud that I ...was the cause of it. Me.

Spitting over his cock, I watched as it glided smoother than before, the friction almost is gone. I could feel it get hotter and swell inside as he chased after his high. Squeezing my tits tighter, I bent forward, licking his abs and he stilled momentarily, bucking his hips faster against my chest.

“I—I’m cumming” He whimpered and pulled back, pumping his length with his right hand. Pulling and twisting the skin with a sharp jerk of his wrists.

“Cum for me, Jungkook, let me taste you.” Opening my mouth, I stuck my tongue out for him. Pointing his cock straight towards my face, I saw his eyes dilate further and brow furrow in concentration. “I’m cumming Y/N, shiiiiiiiiiiit” With a shout, his chest stuttered and mouth opened in a silent scream and I closed my eyes just in time for him to paint my face and chest in hot thick strings of his cum.

Blinking my eyes open, I saw him fall back, breathing heavy with his eyes closed and an arm thrown over his face. Smiling satisfied at rendering him breathless, I crawled over to him on all fours and kissed his cheeks.

Removing his hand from his face, he blinked up at me, confusion marring his face and then surprise. Raising his finger, he wiped his cum from my cheeks and smeared it over my lower lip which I sucked in and relished on his bittersweet taste. Wiping my other cheek where his cum had started to thicken and dry, I licked my finger clean and watched as his mouth hung open.

Smirking, I picked up some more of his cum from my chest with my fore and mid-finger and raised it to his lips. “Lick them clean for me.”

Flicking his tongue out, he licked them clean slowly, dragging his tongue around my digits with slow careful strokes. “Enough,” I whispered, liquid heat pooling once again in my core that clenched around nothing. I needed him inside of me, and now. Glancing down further, I noticed him hard and ready to go once again. Raising a brow, I looked back at him in surprise.

He shrugged and smiled, “I’m a demon.”

Shaking my head, I climbed on his lap, positioning myself over his cock as it strained once again and glided over it back and forth, slathering it in my essence. Moaning at the way the tip of his cock hit my clit just right, I threw my head back and held onto my boobs, squeezing them.

“Gosh, you look so gorgeous like this”, Jungkook breathed out beneath me and raised his hands, replacing mine and tweaked my nipples, pinching them harshly between his thumb and forefinger. Shivering, I jerked back and in one smooth glide, he was sheathed inside of me drawing out collective gasps from us both from the slight burn of sudden intrusion.

He felt like nothing I’ve experienced before, nobody came close to being the perfect fit inside me. He stretched me just right and I had to stop and take a few moments to get used to being so stuffed full of cock. Can’t say I didn’t like it. Far from it, I was possibly going to be addicted to this feeling, I just knew it. No human could satisfy me the way Jungkook did.

“God you feel so incredible inside of me.” I breathed out, with my eyes screwed shut and leaned with my hands flat over his chest. The way his cock was pulsing inside of me, I was worried it might just burst and fill me up with his hot cum once again. Gosh, won’t that just be perfect? Me. Swollen full of his cum.

“I could…” He gritted out through clenched teeth, squeezing my hips in a bruising grip, “say the same about you. Move, please.”

Instead of answering him, I raised my hips and slammed down all the way down. He was now balls deep inside of me and I felt so full, I swear he was almost reaching my womb. Scratching his chest, I raised my hips once again, “Look me in the eyes as I fuck you.”

Holding onto his jaw, I started at a fast pace. Even though it was straining my leg muscles that were already crying from exhaustion, it was worth the sweet, sweet pain. The look on his face as I dominated him was priceless. He was aroused and confused. His eyes were wide, yet they were demure, submissive.

Leaning down, I kissed his temple and patted his cheek. “You’re doing so well, Jungkook” I whispered by his ear and felt him jerk inside me, hitting my G-spot and I keened, moaning out loud.

Feeling me clench around him, he gripped me by the hips and started thrusting upwards into me, far harsher and stronger than I could have. Taking me by surprise, he sat up and I had to wind my arms around his shoulder to balance myself. Pistoning his cock into me at a fast pace, he breathed harshly into my mouth. We were chest to chest and face to face now. Nudging his nose, I licked his lips and glided my tongue over his as he opened his mouth to me.

Patting my ribs, he halted our movements completely, making me whine in need. I was so close. “Up”

Getting up, he pushed me by the spine onto all fours and got behind me. Pepper little kisses from my neck to the tailbone, he bit my ass cheek and chuckled as I jumped in surprise. It didn’t hurt but stung a little. Just a tad bit. “Pull on my shirt and jeans and tuck them under your chest. I know you’re exhausted. Keep your ass up and body low.”

Scrambling forward, I balled his torn shirt and jeans and bunched them under my collarbone. Surprisingly, they were soft enough and didn’t chafe my skin. Leaning down, I crossed my arms and supported my chin on it. “I’m ready, Jungkook.”

“Good”

Sliding his dick in between my ass cheeks, he slowly inched closer to my asshole and I stiffened. I had never had anal before. I wasn’t even sure if I was ready for that yet. “One day, I want to claim you here too. But, not today.” Sighing in relief, I slumped my shoulders.

Just then, he pulled back and slammed into my pussy all at once, jerking me forward just by the sheer force of his thrust. Holding onto my hips, he pulled me back only to slam back inside once again. Setting up a brutal pace, he moved with no mercy in and out of my core, fucking me raw.

The collective moans echoed around the walls of the cave, forming a sweet melody only we could hear. Letting go of my hips, he held onto my arms, holding them behind me. The new change in position caused his cock to reach places it didn’t before as he hit that sweet spot inside of me repeatedly, making my head fall forward as I cried out his name in earnest.

I could feel it again. I was close to cumming again and it scared me. It was going to be far more intense, I just knew it, and maybe Jungkook did too because all too soon, he let go of my hands one by one and wrapped his hands around my chest instead. I could feel his heart beating a staccato on my back as he kissed all over my shoulders and neck. Mapping my skin with his lips, whispering words of encouragement into my ear.

His husky voice, the heat from his body, his scent, his aura, him, and everything was overwhelming and I could feel the coil in my stomach tighten with every harsh thrust. His soft moans from before were downright broken gasps and grunts as he continued pounding into me. Biting onto my shoulder, he stilled above me and shuddered as he came into thick spurts inside of me, causing my walls to tighten further around him and flutter as I shattered around him, milking him for what he was worth.

Collapsing on the floor, he slid away from me and flopped beside me, breathing harshly matching my own. Flushed a deep red, his face was beaded in sweat and hair messy, yet his eyes—they glowed in happiness. Remembering what he said from before, I propped myself on my elbow and leaned towards him, kissing him fervently.

He tasted of himself, and of me. A taste, I never wanted to forget. Cupping his face delicately, I coaxed his mouth open and drew him in, moving my tongue alongside him in slow, soft movements. At this moment, I wished he was mine. Truly and completely mine.

Pulling away, I looked at his hooded eyes and soft smile that mirrored my own.

“You did so well, Jungkook.” I kissed his temple, and his button nose, looking at him fondly.

“Of course, I did. I’m a sex demon.” Scoffing, he scrunched his nose up, looking all annoyed and so very innocent, making my heart tug and beat twice as fast.

“Thank you, Y/N, really.” He looked at me in earnest, all traces of humor gone from his eyes.

“What for?” I asked puzzled. Surely, he can’t be thanking me for fucking him. That was consensual. We both wanted it.

“For kissing me, for losing so much of your life--- to a demon like me.” Biting his lips, he raised his hand when I was about to speak again, halting me right there. Closing my mouth, I stared back at him annoyed. “I have been trapped here for about thirty years, these crystals drain my energy, my life force, and I couldn't get out with what little energy I had. The first time you kissed me, I was filled with so much life and vigor and then--- now when you kissed me for the third time, I’m finally strong enough to take revenge on the priest who tricked me inside.”

“Do you think he’d still be alive and here?” I asked astonished. Being trapped inside to die from starvation mustn't have been a good experience, especially when he tended to scare away whoever chanced inside anyway. He was an enigma. Or was he just chasing me away, since he was close to death already?

“I wouldn’t know the world outside, Y/N. That was what I wanted before. Now, I just want to go wherever you are.” As soon as the words were out, we looked at each other shocked. Both in absolute disbelief over what he uttered and then, a realization dawned on me.

Maybe, I was falling for an incubus. Maybe it really was foolish of me. But I didn’t care. At this moment, I knew I belonged to him, just as he belonged to me. Even if just for tonight…

“Come back home with me then.”

“Why? Saves all the walking?”

“That. And I’m not done fucking you yet.” I smirked, looking back at his already hard cock, leaking at the tip.

“Let’s teleport to your bedroom then”

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Klaine one-shot “Consequences” (Rated NC17)

Summary: At a formal dinner thrown by a good friend, Kurt encounters a man he'd rather forget existed. He handles the situation with his signature cool, but his pet might not be quite so disciplined. (2529 words)

Notes: Okay, so, right off the bat, there are a few things I will admit are slightly problematic about the way Kurt and Blaine handle things here, but I know people like Kevin personally, and sometimes, a good old-fashioned revenge fic can make your day xD Plus, before anyone comes at me about hating switches, that isn't what this fic is about. I love switches. I know tons of them. But I also know people in the kink community who's behavior give switches a bad name. Kevin happens to be one of those. Dom Kurt, sub Blaine

Part 69 of Taking a Journey Together

Read on AO3.

“Why, if it isn’t Kurt Hummel!”

Those words slide unappetizingly through several sour notes of a single rusty octave range, volleying towards their target (in this case, the back of Kurt’s head) and striking with the messy precision of a hot mustard sandwich.

“Well, well, well …” The distastefully tipsy voice becomes louder as its owner slinks closer “… look who the cat dragged in! Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”

Blaine, holding his Master’s drink with eyes trained on the floor, feels Kurt sigh through every fiber of his being from four feet away.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Captain Cliché. God save us all,” Kurt mutters under his breath. He reaches for his drink - a half filled glass of champagne – which Blaine obediently hands over, and knocks it back in one gulp.

Blaine takes the empty glass, prepared to hand it off to the next serving slave that passes by. He keeps his eyes lowered, disallowed to lift them as a submissive, but he doesn’t need to see this man to know who he is, though they’ve never been introduced.

Kevin Dale.

Not Kurt’s only ex, but the dreaded ex.

Blaine knows all about him. He’s the only sub Kurt had who doesn’t gush over him the way his other subs do. Worse, he does anything he can to cut Kurt down behind his back. He identifies as a switch, and is more than likely painting himself as a Dom for this particular occasion, which is why he can approach Kurt like they’re equals. He’s an egotistical ass who is more into fetish than BDSM, but he’s also an attention whore - a difficult thing with Kurt by your side. It’s one of the reasons Blaine can travel in BDSM circles with his Master and not worry too much about being noticed for who he is in real life.

On Broadway, Blaine’s the star, but in this arena, all eyes are on Kurt.

And even if they weren’t, they should be, because Blaine’s Master looks stunning.

They’re attending the first formal dinner they’ve been able to go to since Blaine started his new show. The dress code is evening gowns and tuxedos for the Dominants, clean-cut and slightly more casual attire for the subs - anything from the grey dress slacks and eggplant cashmere sweater Blaine has on to completely nude and collared applies. Blaine doesn’t have permission to look in the faces of the Dominants around him, but there’s two things he can tell about Kevin off the bat without looking:

The man is leering at his Master like a cat staring at a plump pigeon perched too high out of his reach.

And he’s drunk as a skunk.

Which leaves Blaine with a lot of questions, first on his list being where did their host go? It stated quite clearly in the invitation that it was against the rules to get drunk at this function. Inebriation was grounds for immediate removal.

Someone should have carted Kevin out of here a bottle of champagne ago.

“Oh, Kevin,” Kurt says, frustration embedded in his tone. “And just when I thought I’d never see you again.”

“Looks like today’s your lucky day!” Kevin slurs, but his attention wanes quickly when he sets eyes on Blaine. “And look who we have here!”

Blaine can’t see when the man’s eyes find him, but he knows his gaze lingers. He feels it like oily fingers trailing down his skin. He shivers in disgust.

“I heard you had a beautiful new boy, but I didn’t realize he was that beautiful.”

“Yes, he is. I’m incredibly lucky. And before you ask, no. I don’t share.”

“I wouldn’t even think of it,” Kevin replies, but to Blaine’s ears, he sounds disappointed. “I’d have no way to reciprocate.”

“So, you’re still unattached?” Kurt asks. To the outside observer, it would sound like small talk, but Blaine knows his Master took a dig.

“Sadly, yes. I’m far too busy to deal with anyone these days – Master or sub.”

“Pity,” Kurt grumbles, grabbing another glass of champagne when a tray passes by. “And yet you managed to find time in your schedule to show up here. To what do we owe the honor?”

“What’s the good of being part of the kink community if you don’t mingle from time to time? And being single is, uh … a great time to mingle.”

Kurt takes a possessive step in front of Blaine, a sign that Kevin must have given Blaine another lecherous once over. But Kurt changing positions draws Blaine’s gaze to his right, to his Master’s hip and Kevin’s hands gesticulating in and out of his line of sight. That’s when he sees it – a gold chain on Kevin’s wrist holding a complicated silver key. Blaine has seen those kinds of keys before. He knows what they’re for.

Kevin having one doesn’t make sense.

Kurt notices it, too, when Kevin dramatically reaches for his own glass of champagne, flashing it before Kurt’s eyes, waiting for Kurt to mention it. “So, you’re a key holder now?”

“Yup.”

“But I thought you said you didn’t have time for anyone.”

“I don’t.”

“So … whose is it?” Kurt sounds downright exhausted when he asks, but Blaine knows why he does. Not because Kurt cares who Kevin’s seeing, but because he wants to make sure that any soul who turns themselves over to Kevin’s quote-unquote care, even casually, knows what they’re getting themselves into.

“My own.”

Kurt’s breathing stops short in a shocked way that makes Blaine want to laugh, but he holds himself together.

“Come again?”

“I couldn’t find anyone worthy of being my key holder so I’m doing it myself.”

“O-kay.” As a masochist himself, Kurt can’t judge. He has a cage of his own. Several, if he’s being honest. There are many things he does to himself that stricter purist Dominants would consider crossing a line into submission. And Kevin’s a switch. Different rules apply. Still, what Kevin does, he does mostly for show, so Kurt would face palm himself if it were socially acceptable. “Whatever floats your boat.”

“Yup. I bought the heaviest, most restrictive cage I could find. Expensive, too,” he exposits even though no one asks, grabbing himself in the crassest way possible to emphasize his point. “It’s special made to my specifications, one of a kind, with only the one key.” He holds up his wrist, dangling the key in front of Kurt’s face like some sort of enticement. “I’d have to go see a locksmith if I lost it. Maybe even the ER.”

“You don’t say.” Kurt grabs another flute of champagne when another tray goes by out of habit now, sounding less interested in this conversation than he would talking about the average velocity of snot traveling through space. “You’d better pray it doesn’t go astray then.”

“The only way someone’s going to get ahold of this baby is to cut off my hand.” Kevin growls, sounding excited that someone might actually fight him over that key. Maybe he’s hoping Kurt will just so he has an excuse to mess with him again.

The assumption that he could sets Blaine’s back teeth on edge.

Kurt sighs. Blaine knows that sigh. It’s Kurt’s beyond done sigh. “Well, as exciting as this has been, I’m afraid it’s about time that my pet and I run along.”

“Ooo,” Kevin coos, stepping purposefully in Blaine’s way as they begin to walk off causing Blaine to run into him. “Feel like moving this party somewhere else, then? Somewhere more intimate?”

“Not in the slightest.” Kurt takes Blaine’s elbow and maneuvers him around the swaying bastard grinning in front of them. “You stay here, Kevin. Here ...” He thrusts his untouched glass of champagne in the man’s hand “… have a drink. I’m going to find Adam and confer with him about the caliber of his guest list. Have a lovely rest of your evening.”

“You as well, mon ami,” Kevin says with a clumsy wave, watching Blaine’s ass in particular as the two men leave, hand lewdly reaching for his caged cock again.

***

“Jesus Christ! That was the longest, dullest dinner Adam has ever thrown!” Kurt laments, shoving Blaine against the first wall he can find the second they walk through their hotel suite door. “I don’t know why he chose to change party planners, but they had no clue what they were doing!”

Blaine doesn’t get a word in before Kurt claims his mouth and kisses him hard, smacking the back of his head against the drywall. Not that he would have said anything … or had permission to speak. None of that matters anyway because he enjoys this – enjoys Kurt’s control, a control he doesn’t even have to surrender to. One only needs to surrender control when they have it, and as Blaine’s control is limited, there’s nothing to surrender. He just gets to be and that’s all he really wants.

“You know, I thought our evening was shot when that asshole Kevin showed up, but with you there …” Kurt breathes his pet in deep, letting the clean smell of Blaine’s skin fill his nose and mouth “… you make it all bearable.” He grins against his pet’s lips, crowding him further against the wall even when there’s no more room, pressing the whole of his body against him. “You were such a good boy tonight, pet.” Kurt giggles, reaching for the buckle to Blaine’s slacks. “Such an obedient boy. I think that deserves a reward. Don’t you?”

“I …” Blaine squeaks. God! Now is so not a good time to speak up, but he has to! If his Master finds out he was keeping something from him after receiving a reward, Blaine won’t see another one until the year’s out. And it’s only February. “Sir, I have a confession to make. An important one.”

“Oh?” Kurt steps back, annoyed at the interruption, but mostly at the idea that his pet may have disobeyed him behind his back. “And what’s that, pet? Tell me now.”

But Blaine doesn’t say another word. He reaches into his pocket and slowly pulls out a gold chain. He holds it up in front of Kurt’s face, gulping down air with a dry throat, aware that this might have serious consequences. Kurt’s eyes spring open wide.

The gold chain twists in front of his eyes from the weight of a single silver key.

A complicated key.

A familiar looking key.

“What the …?” Kurt stares at Blaine, surprise mixed with confusion swirling within his gaze. “When did you …?”

“I … I didn’t, Sir. Not intentionally. When Kevin bumped into me on the way out, the clasp must have caught on to my sweater and broke. It was stuck to my sleeve. I didn’t notice until we were in the parking lot. I suppose I could have told you in enough time to return it, but I ...” Blaine’s bottom jaw snaps shut, and with it, Kurt’s already wide eyes open further.

“But what, pet? Finish.”

“But I …” Blaine inhales in and exhales out, mentally preparing to end this night taking whatever punishment his Master sees fit to give him. “I don’t like Kevin. I don’t like the way he talked to you. I don’t like the way he talks about you. I don’t like the fact that he disrespects you. You’ve told me how he acted when the two of you were together – how he insulted you, manipulated you. Obviously, he hasn’t changed. I know that those concerns shouldn’t be mine, and that I should just obey. You give me rules, and I should follow them without question. But I wanted to get back at him. And this seemed like a fitting way.”

Kurt grabs the chain from Blaine’s hand and examines the clasp, not because he doubts his pet’s version of events, but so he can grasp the extent of what happened. He holds the chain closer to his eyes and sure enough, the clasp has snapped, rendering it permanently open. Kurt muses over this turn of events, contemplating what he should do, how he should handle Blaine. Considering the condition of the chain, it’s not really Blaine’s fault.

And yes, Blaine shouldn’t carry those concerns. They’re for Kurt to bear. But Kurt can’t punish Blaine for his loyalty. That would be like setting him up to fail. Kurt confided in him to begin with. Did he expect his loyal pet, this man who loves him unconditionally, to be able to push those things aside without any opinion on them whatsoever?

Kurt isn’t able to. Blaine has confided in Kurt, too, about demon exes from his past. Kurt hasn’t set any of that information aside. On the contrary, he’s created a hit list of sorts. On occasion, he takes it out, Googles a name, looks at a picture, memorizes information, dreams about the kinds of punishments he’d dish out if the two ever crossed paths …

Blaine shouldn’t disrespect a Dom by keeping his key from him. Losing keys are anxiety fuel for Kurt. But no one they know really considers Kevin a Dom worthy of respect anyhow.

Very few people consider him a Dom at all.

According to Adam, the man wasn’t invited to his soiree tonight. He finagled himself inside by taking advantage of his overwhelmed party planners – another point against him.

But regardless of feelings and people’s opinions, in the end, Kevin should have opted for a sturdier chain to carry his super important key.

The irony of Kurt finding himself unexpectedly becoming Kevin’s key holder makes a grin burn from cheek to cheek.

“You know, I should probably be upset at you for this,” Kurt says, unable to keep the snicker out of his voice. “And you’re right. The responsible thing would have been to tell me about this earlier, when I could have done something about it.”

“I know, Sir,” Blaine says, pressing his chin to his chest to hide the smile that won’t go away, relieved when he hears his Master’s playful tone. However Kurt decides to punish him over this, Blaine will deserve it.

But for the moment, he feels fucking great.

“Stay here, pet, while I take care of … this,” Kurt says, sneering at the key, thoughts of having to see the distasteful man again sullying his mood.

“Yes, Sir.” Blaine assumes Kurt will put the key safely away and text Kevin about it, letting him know when and where he can pick it up. After all, that’s the responsible thing to do. Kurt crosses the room to the bathroom and disappears behind the door. The next sound Blaine hears is the toilet flushing. Kurt comes out, brushing his hands together, the chain and key nowhere to be seen.

“Master?” Blaine says, raising an eyebrow.

“You know nothing, and neither do I, pet,” Kurt declares, returning to the matter of Blaine’s belt buckle. “Are we clear?”

“Crystal, Sir,” Blaine says, biting his lower lip the second Kurt slips his hands downs his pants.

“So,” Kurt hums, vibrating with satisfaction, “where were we …?”

#klaine fic #klaine #klaine fanfiction #dom/sub #frankie writes

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local-anon · 5 years ago

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A-Z for Will

This is a thirsty ask but I respect it. Haw yee.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) He is very into aftercare and taking care of his partner. He loves to help and wants to make sure who he was with is happy and satisfied.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) He’s proud of his arms, mostly the muscles there, he put a lot of effort into them just so he can carry his partner, who ever they are. On a partner he likes necks, not like finding them attractive but he likes them because he can put his face there easily and they usually like when he kisses them there.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person) He likes to cum inside his partners but won’t if they don’t want him to of course. It’s mostly just the enjoyment of seeing it leak out of them.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) He likes to be used to get his partner off. He loves to sub for them as they ride either his face or his dick just as long as they’re happy he’s having the time of his life.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) Honestly he’s pretty experienced in like any universe I put him in. He’s attractive and a top lots of people are into that. He’s open to fucking nearly any person which is how he got so experienced.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual) He likes being ridden. Even if he’s domming he likes making his partner ride him. That’s not to say he’s lazy he just really likes the visuals of someone bouncing on him.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) It really depends on the situation. He can be funny if the fucking is lighthearted and happy. But if he’s like in a sub mindset, or like angry fucking, or in a dom situation he’ll be more serious.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) Will takes his hygiene very seriously. He always tries to be clean and wash his hair. Hair? Soft/clean. Beard? Soft/clean. He tries to manscape and it works bc he actually wants to be able to see his balls ya know. His ass prolly hairy tbh, how dude with beards work.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) Again this depends on the situation. He LOVES romance and soft things like that, so when he’s on a cute ass date it’s easy to get him flustered bc he’s just happy. But yea if you ask him to make love bruh he will do that in a heartbeat and be all cute. But if u ask him to fuck you he can just as easily switch and fuck you into the bed.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) He edges himself. Builds him up for as long as he can before he cums hard over himself. He claims it’s to build stamina, I just say he’s a sub.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) This boy is an exhibitionist. Likes fucking in public spaces, not in front of people, just in public. He finds the adrenaline makes it feel better. Another one he likes to mark his partner. It’s truly a lovely thing when his partners are into it as well. He has a lot so I’m not gonna say all of them but just know, there’s a l o t. He also has a big praise kink btw.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do) Outside. Like either against a wall hidden somewhere or like in a field. He likes them places. He also likes to get ridden on the couch so he can easily press his mouth places while they ride.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) Teasing him can get him going pretty fast. Like denying him touch or not allowing him to touch makes him want to touch more. Confidence also turns him on. (I’m not saying insecurity turns him off let me explain) Like if his partner jumps him and is like “I’m ready to fuck are you ready?” And if he’s not in a depressed mood he will be ready in like 5 seconds flat.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) He hasn’t really tried anything that is a no yet so he isn’t sure of something’s that would turn him off. He doesn’t like knife or shock play, traumatic reasons. He doesn’t really like degradation too much, like humiliating him he doesn’t like (You can call him a toy/tool that doesn’t bother him)

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) Please sit on this man’s face he deserves it! He doesn’t have as much experience (ik this is shocking) with sucking dick as he would like to have but he’s very good with his tongue. He does love getting his dick sucked tho, he’s never been rimmed before so he doesn’t know if he likes it.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) Depends on what his partner wants but usually he’s fast and rough. He can slow down though especially if he’s tired and is sleepily thrusting or if he’s just worshiping his partner.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) He prefers proper sex with fore play but like if he’s frustrated and his partner wants to fuck now, then he’d willingly rips some pants open and just fuck them over a bar is they so desire. (Speaking from experience of course)

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) He wants to try a lot of things. Hell he even found a bondage book to try out. He’s willing to be taught new things as well so he’s always open to constructive criticism.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) He can do two rounds as long as he’s given time in between them for his dick to calm down a bit. He lasts pretty long during unless like every single button is getting pushed then he can shoot of pretty fast. He doesn’t mind oversensitivity play just don’t make fun of his tears if it gets too much for him.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) With the universes I’ve put him in there’s not much access to toys (Rdr & fallout) But he makes do with his imagination. He’s used rope pretty liberally and he has tied ribbons around cocks as a makeshift cock ring. Will in a Modern Au is a Will of peak confidence.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Boy he is a big tease. He will rub his cock over his partners hole till they’re demanding/begging him to fuck them. He loves to flirt as well so if he sees his partners face is red from something he said he will milk it.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) Loud. He is a loud top with moans and groans and dirty talk. When he’s subbing he’s whiny and let’s out cries and moans even whimpers if given the right stimulation. It’s really unfortunate for an exhibitionist to be loud but what’re you gonna do? Gag him? (Do it)

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) He’s never bottomed before, mostly cause he isn’t sure he’d like it plus it doesn’t turn him on as much as topping. I believe the only time he would ever bottom is if the top were in complete control and had steel confidence.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) A good sized dick. Not hung like a goddamn horse but long and thick enough to stretch his partner good. I’m thinking about 8-9 inches (19-23 cm) and a good thickness to it. He also has a nice ass.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) Very high. He really likes sex and he’s able to do it a lot.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Once the aftercare is done and his partner is happy and most likely asleep already then he’ll relax enough to sleep. Unless they’re on the ground then he can’t sleep and will probably move them to a bed.

This was rlly fun. Behold thy best boy.

#oc: will #nsft

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calebswitching · 5 years ago

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Maternal wisdom

Caleb opens up to his mom about some of the things that went wrong with his ex, and other emotional topics

The first day seeing the boys after so long was always so hectic. Lots of hugs and catching up on the small things. But as soon as she woke up that second day, she knew she'd have to get each of the boys on their own for a good long talk and there was no doubt in her mind that she needed to start with Caleb. She hadn't pressed him when the call had come that he was leaving Mark and wanted to switch schools. She'd just done her job as the Dominant of the family and as his mother and made that happen for him as swiftly and easily as she could. And maybe there would be some wisdom to not stirring up that pot. Letting it rest. Secrecy just wasn't something she could see the wisdom in. She needed to make sure her boy was alright.

It was so, so good to see his parents. Caleb had always known he was lucky to have his family, but seeing other people's reactions to their parents' visits made Caleb more grateful than he'd ever been to have such incredible, loving, supportive parents. He was so intensely grateful to have them that he didn't even really feel nervous about the fact that his mom wanted to 'talk.' He knew what that probably meant. But he didn't care how uncomfortable it would be, because, well, it was Mom. She would always love him. So when she came to his suite in the morning, he grinned at her and hugged her tight when he let her in. "Where's Dad? Is he coming, or is he with Noe or Nick?"

Clara hugged her son tightly. He was warm and strong. She pulled back but took hold of his hand to lead him toward the couch. "Oh, I've sent them off to town to find me some ingredients. I really should have brought things from home. Hopefully the store in town has some saffron." She stopped and just looked at Caleb... really looked at him, tipping her head from one side to the other. "You look good, but... this isn't the whole story is it?"

Caleb smiled fondly, because of course she'd sent Dad and Nick to the store for ingredients. It was such a Mom thing to do. At least, he assumed it was Dad and Nick because Noah would be more of a hindrance than a help on that particular errand. He followed his mom to the couch and sat down, then sighed softly. "I'm okay, Mom. I promise."

She just nodded. "I can see that. Something to do with these boys you're seeing maybe? But..." She paused, breathed in, and straightened herself up, much an unconscious Dominant habit as anything intended to illicit a response. "but you haven't been have you? Something happened didn't it? With Mark or... or someone else at the other institute?" She wouldn't force him to talk, but she hoped that he knew he could always open up to her.

A small smile appeared on Caleb's lips at the mention of the boys he's been seeing. It did have something to do with them. A lot. But not just them. His brothers and his friends too. When his mom shifted, he could see her creating an air of Dominance, and he reacted to it automatically, ducking his head and shifting a little closer to her. "It's... it's not something big and dramatic. I didn't want to tell you and dad the details because I didn't want you to worry. But... yeah. It wasn't that something happened, not in the sense of one thing, one big event or something. It was more... Mark just wasn't the Dom I thought he was, I guess. And it took me a long time to figure it out, and then a while longer to find the guts to leave him. Even then... I didn't really realize a lot of what was wrong with me and Mark until after I'd left. Some of it not until I started dating Eric, just because he's so different..." He peered up at his mother, hoping she wouldn't be upset. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you anything, Mom. I was a mess when I left Mark. I couldn't talk about it. But I'm a lot better now."

Being the good and obedient boy that he was, Caleb instantly read her body language and moved closer to her. She took his hand and did her best to create space for him to talk. Even if her motherly instincts were screaming. The truth is that she had mostly approved of Mark. So while she thought they were far too young to be making important decisions based on a relationship that hadn't been tested she had sent Caleb off thinking they might just end up claiming. She'd been blind. What she'd only perceived as immaturity that would be settled with some classes and supervised practice of Dominance, obviously was much worse. "Shh... it's alright. I want you to know you can always talk to me about anything, but I... I understand you needed some time." She wanted to just wrap him up in her arms and hold him, but that wasn't absolutely the way she did things. Hector would take on that roll. She had to make sure he was alright and offer what guidance she could. Maybe she wasn't going to embrace him just yet, but that didn't stop her from holding his hand in hers and stroking her thumb along the crease of his fingers. "Did he hurt you sweetie?" As much as she didn't want the answer, she needed it.

Caleb managed a small, grateful smile in thanks for his mother's understanding. He had known she would, but it was still a relief to see she wasn't upset with him. He squeezed her hand and looked down again, and shrugged. "Yeah," he said softly. "Sometimes. But, um... It wasn't... it wasn't like you might be thinking? It was... consensual. Just.. in a way that I didn't realize until later wasn't actually healthy. But it wasn't like he ever did things when I had said no or safeworded. I just, um. Didn't. Use a safeword." He cringed, knowing it wouldn't make his mom happy at all to hear that, and he peered up at her again. Once more, he shifted closer, instinctively wanting the comfort of being near his mother, that deep down inclination ingrained in him from when he was a child and would run to her in tears when he'd bumped his head. This was the same thing, that base level urge to turn to his mother for comfort and safety. "That actually wasn't the reason I left, though... I, um, I have a really high pain tolerance, Mom. I could handle the physical stuff, even the stuff I realized later might have been unhealthy. I left because I just... wasn't happy. And neither was he. And I realized it wasn't going to get better. I'm still figuring out a lot of it... I didn't realize how manipulative he was, at the time. But it's okay, I promise. I left. I'm okay."

"Oh Caleb, honey." She didn't like the idea of him not using his safeword... not thinking it was necessary or... or whatever it was he was trying to communicate. "Pain can be a comfort, can be a tool we use in our D/s scenes, but it's dangerous. I've known too many people who take it too far or take it to places that are not right for either the Dom or the submissive." She was trying not to rail on Mark, even if part of her brain was doing that all on it's own. That was probably no what Caleb needed in that moment. "I believe you, sweetie. I believe you." She breathed in and out. "Can you do me a favor? Just lay your head down on my lap. I know you're a grown up now, but you're still my son so no complaints alright." She tapped the tip of his nose. She wanted to reassure him with affection and just a hint of dominance while she spoke to him. Both Nick and Caleb seemed to have gotten all of D/s sensibilities that Noah should have gotten. "I want you to know that I'm not angry, not even a little. I just want to talk a bit, alright? Just lay down and we'll talk."

Caleb shrank into himself upon hearing her tone. She wasn't upset with him, but she was upset for him. He knew she would be, of course, but it still hurt to hear her sound so distraught when she called him honey. He nodded obediently as she spoke. "I know, Mom," he murmured. He did understand the difference. Or at least he thought he did. But he also knew, now, that he'd gone too far with Mark, many times, and had never realized until much later that he should have been using his safeword. But when his mother told him to lay his head in her lap, Caleb relaxed and sent her a small smile before doing as she said. He pulled his legs up on the couch and laid down on his side with his head pillowed on her leg, and shifted a bit until he was fully comfortable. "Thank you," he said softly as he closed his eyes. This was something he'd have trouble accepting from almost anyone else, as he often found himself unable to let himself be comforted. But this was his mother. There was nothing but safety and love here. He could relax into her offered affection without questioning it.She waited for him to get settled, laying a hand on his shoulder and waiting for his body to completely relax before speaking. "Alright, I won't embarrass you too much by getting into the specifics of what you like in the bedroom or in a scene, but I do feel like we should talk about why you think you didn't feel like you didn't safeword with Mark. Because if you don't know then I need to make sure we can figure it out with your new beaus. They sound like very good boys. And I think this Eric sounds like a good Dom, but that is all the more reason to make sure you're being completely honest with them and yourself. Do you think you can tell me a bit about what you were feeling in those situations that you now think you should have safeworded?"

Caleb sighed softly and shrugged one shoulder without moving from his comfortable spot pillowed on his mother's lap. "I just... I was worried that if I safe worded, it meant I wasn't trying hard enough. That I was being a wimp, calling it quits when I could really handle more than that. I was always thinking, is this worth using a safe word or saying something to Mark or saying I'm having a little trouble, or will I be fine if I just breathe? And... subspace changes everything, too. I never want to safe word when I'm deep down, even if I get upset about something. When I go down into subspace, all I care about is pleasing my Dom. Even if, when I come back up, I regret it."

Clara listened but found herself just getting more and more concerned. "Caleb, sweetheart, I can understand what you're saying. You're chasing that subspace feeling and safewording is a speed bump to that destination, but..." She sighed. "When I was young barely a year into my mark, I started to get into what one could call Dom Space... an altered state that for me I can only reach during fairly intense scenes. Once I got there once, I started to need to get there every time. I hesitate to use this word, but it became an addiction." She paused again rubbing Caleb's back to keep him relaxed as they talked about this difficult topic. "I was chasing that feeling in every scene regardless of whether what I was doing was right for my partner or myself." The memories came back to her and she shook her head. "I nearly lost your father over this. I had to let go of the chase for the high of Dom Space and only focus on each and every moment of the scene. I want you to understand.... there is nothing wrong with Sub Space. It's the dependence on it that worries me sweetie. Do you feel like you are dependent?"

Caleb frowned for a moment, digesting what his mother had said, then shook his head. "I don't think so? For one thing... it's really easy for me to get to subspace. I go down quickly, with the right kinks, and it doesn't have to be intense to get there. Sometimes I want it to be intense so I can go deeper... but I don't think I'm dependent on subspace. And it's not.. I don't think that the times I should have used a safeword, I didn't because I wanted to get to subspace. I did it because I didn't want to disappoint my Dom, I didn't want to chicken out. I would worry that I wasn't enjoying something because I was resisting it, and I would like it if I just relaxed and submitted more fully to the Dom's will."

"Well good. Because I'll tell you my little pumpkin." He was not her chubby little baby anymore, but he'd always be her little pumpkin. "chasing anything like that is a fools race. I suppose I understand what you're saying, but still Caleb you have to promise me you will always safeword no matter what. A scene can always be restarted. Have they taught you about the stoplight system? A yellow light is just about one of the most important tools we have. Just slowing down and talking can sometimes make all the difference, right? And if this Eric boy is as good a Dom as you're saying, he wants you to be honest with him, right?" She wondered how they'd seemed to raise all three of their boys with the same intense need to please people, to be so... hard working. It still struck her as good things, but she was now seeing how it could so easily go wrong.

"Yes, ma'am," Caleb said quietly, in a rare example of using a title with his mother. Usually she was just Mom to him, but sometimes a title felt appropriate. "I use red and yellow. And you're right, I know you're right, Eric would want me to safe word if I needed it. He'd probably be really upset if I didn't. But I haven't needed to with him, Mom, I promise. It was just back with Mark."

She nodded. "I understand that sweetheart. Eric is not manipulating you like Mark did. I hear what you're saying about wanting to stick with a scene. I hear what you're saying about not needing to safeword with Eric. But I need you to hear me. There is going to come a time when you aren't happy with something you're doing. Might be whatever you're doing in the scene, might just be that you're having an off day... too hungry, too tired, too anything... whatever it is, you won't feel comfortable in the scene. It won't even be what Eric is doing, but it will happen. It's inevitable pumpkin. And when it does we all, including Eric, need to feel sure you'll yellow or red out of the scene. Do you understand?"

Caleb nodded again, looking down at the floor, shifting a little so his mom couldn't see his face where it was still pillowed on her lap. "Yes, ma'am," he said again, very softly. "I understand. I'm really sorry, Mom. I didn't mean to worry you."

"That's a mom's job." She leaned down, but was only able to just kiss the top of his head. "You only have to do your best and let all the people who love you take care of you just the same way you take care of them." She chuckled. "We're all in it together right? You, me, dad, Nicky and Noah, and now those young men of yours."

"I know," he said softly, and then smiled a little when his mom kissed the top of his head. He turned so he could look up at her. "Right. I know, Mom. We all try to take care of each other, even when you're not here. Nicky, um... he got me to start seeing his therapist."

She looked down surprised. "He did? That's good sweetie." She hated that her boys needed therapy, but it wasn't about her. It was about them being healthy and happy. "I happy that you boys are together and can help each other that way. It eases my worries."

Caleb nodded and shifted again, looking away and snuggling with his mother. "We get appointments back to back so we can go together." He bit his lip, feeling guilty about the times he'd upset Nick recently. "I'm not always a very good brother, but he does so much for me. He supports me. Especially in the beginning, when it was really hard. I.. I was afraid to even talk to Sir Mateo when he asked me about Mark. I was hard to deal with sometimes. But Nick always just forgave me."

She could hear all of the unspoken words, all of the unspoken emotions. Caleb and Nick too felt things so much. She worried about how much they took on themselves. "I know you are going to not believe me, but you are a great brother and I know Nick would back me one hundred percent. And you'd forgive him always too right?"

Caleb didn't really know what to say to that, but he nodded. "Of course I would. But he doesn't make an ass of himself like I do sometimes." He sighed and closed his eyes, trying to absorb the comfort of his mother's presence. "It's okay, though. I'm trying. I promise."

"Oh pumpkin. Oh my sweet boy. Nothing that you're telling yourself, none of the bad things you think about yourself are true. You know how I know? I know because I've seen you. I've seen you wipe Nicky's tears away when he scraped his knee, I've seen you help Noah with his homework when he couldn't focus long enough to sit still. I've listened while you talked on the phone all night long with a friend who was in trouble. I've watched you celebrate your father's successes and make him feel ten feet tall. You are beautiful inside out and you are my little pumpkin."

Caleb frowned, and then slowly pulled away so he could sit up. He stayed right next to his mom, though, with his shoulder touching hers. He was starting to feel choked up, and he really didn't want to cry to his mother right now. He swallowed thickly. "I try," he murmured. "I don't always get it right, but I try."

She looked over at him and smiled. "Well none of us ever gets it right all the time, but you try so so hard. You've got a good heart. Just wish I could have protected it better." She put her arm around him. "I'm happy you're finding you're happiness here. It's all a process. You'll get there I promise."

Caleb smiled softly and looked over at his mom. "They're really good, you know? Eric and Mav. I still kind of can't believe they want me. They already have each other, they don't need me, but... Well, anyway. I tell Mav that he's like my labrador retriever service dog, and I'm an overly-anxious cheetah. You know how they put a dog with the cheetah in zoos, to help the cheetahs calm down not be so stressed? He's like that for me. He's just chill, and it reminds me not to overthink things. And Sir Eric is so patient, Mom. Understanding. I kind of... I don't think I realized that Doms could be like him. I thought the way Mark was was just normal."

"Well I can believe it!" She chuckled and tapped the end of his nose. "In fact I'd say those boys are darn lucky. And you know what seems to me that just because they have each other doesn't mean anything. They need you too." She listened to him explain how each of the other boys made him feel. "They can't be good enough for you as far as I'm concerned, but.." She smiled. "I definitely approve of them. Not that you need my approval."

Caleb blushed at his mother's compliments, which meant so much to him. He knew she would always love him and think he's wonderful, but it still felt amazing to hear it. He looked up at her with a smile when she said she approved, and he took her hand in his and squeezed. "I do need it," he said softly. "Or I want your approval, at least. And thank you. It really means a lot that you like them."

"Well you've got it." She tilted her head to the side. "Now how about you call them and see if they'd like to join us for dinner?"

#parents week #tl to sometime last week #the exact day honestly isn't important #also thank you to A for writing this with me #mom #clara

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First Date |Killiot

WHO: Elliot Smythe and Kirin Rhodes ( @kirinrhodes )

WHEN: 3rd August 3019.

WHERE: Town/Kirin’s dorm.

WHAT: First date.

NOTES: I never posted this cause I’m trash but it’s just first date feels between these losers.

Elliot was definitely nervous for tonight because this was an actual real first date and he doesn’t think he’s ever had one of those. He goes for casual clothing, though, because it’s drinks and drinks are easy. He can drink. He’s not running late, not really, he just had been freaking out a little and got himself all worked up because he was going on a date and his nerves were getting the better of him. He needed a damn shot. He did make his way to the parking lot when he was finally ready, dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans and a white t-shirt with a black bomber jacket. He spots Kirin there and he smiles, feeling his nerves lessen ever so slightly.

Kirin too had never been on a proper date, but he’d been on so many awkward social engagements he figured that this couldn’t be any worse. Besides, any time spent with Elliot was always less awkward than his normal life. Sitting behind the wheel of his green Maserati he spotted El and revved the engine, and smirked. He waited for El to get in and leaned over to kiss him. “Hello Gorgeous,” he chirped, throwing it into gear and peeling out of the school.

Elliot easily kisses the Dom back, smiling into it. “Hey,” he replies, laughing softly. “Nice car,” he teases. Of course Kirin had a stupidly flashy car, the switch wasn’t even surprised by that at all. He literally screamed rich stereotype, expect for how awkward he sometimes was but that was just adorable and endearing and he liked that side of Kirin. Even if Elliot was awkward himself so it made for extra awkwardness. “I am so ready for a drink,” he tells him.

Kirin chuckled, “could do with one myself,” he agreed, “but first, dinner.” He drove into town and parked near the park. “I’ve ordered food for us, it should be here,” he explained with a sly smile as he got out. In the park a small tent was set up with a kitchen set up and handful of people dressed in white bustling around. A picnic table was laid out with a table cloth and proper table setting. “Shall we, gorgeous,” he asked, offering his hand as they walked up to the table. A waiter met them and seated them, pouring champagne.

“Oh, yeah, can’t drink on an empty stomach,” the switch says with a laugh despite the fact he does that almost every single time he drinks. Elliot notices the tent and the strangers before he gets out of the car, he turns to look at Kirin once he gets out of the car. “Oh, my god, Kirin,” he says with a grin as he takes the Dom’s hand and walks towards the table. “This is... so cute,” he says biting down on his bottom lip as the champagne is poured for them.

Kirin smirks. He loves making Elliot squirm. “The staff is all French, so you’ll have to do the talking,” he explained and then added with a say smile,”and probably very tired, they just flew in this morning”

Elliot lets out a laugh, eyes wide. “You’re unreal, do you know what?” he asks, unable to stop smiling. “You flew in French waiters for our first date?” he asks. He can’t even comprehend it, honestly. He had no idea how their date was going to go but he really hadn’t expected this at all.

“I have been told that before yes, although, usually with less of a smile and more of a eye roll,” he said pleased with himself. “No, that would be silly,” he said, “I flew in a French cook and he brought the waiters.” A waiter came over and offered them bread and cheese and said something Kirin didn’t understand.

“I definitely mean it as a compliment,” the switch assures him. He doesn’t think he deserves this, in all honesty, but he loves that Kirin has done it for him anyway. This is definitely a good first date and it’s barely even started. “Oh, my bad, of course that would be silly,” he says with a laugh. Elliot turns to the waiter and smiles, “je vous remercie,” he says to the waiter once he’s placed the bread and cheese down.

Normally, people speaking in another language around him made him feel uncomfortable mostly because he didn’t like that feeling of not being in control, but it pleased Elliot and he was fairly sure that he was paying the staff enough that they wouldn’t be talking shit behind his back. “You should most definitely speak French more often, Gorgeous. It’s pretty on your lips.” He buttered some bread and unfolded a napkin on his lap. “Does it feel like home yet?” “Yeah?” Elliot replies with a grin. He didn’t speak French very often mostly because nobody here could speak France so it was kind of hard to speak a language where no-one expect your brothers would understand. He liked that Kirin liked it on him, though. “Maybe I will, and I’ll just translate it for you so you know what the hell I’m talking about,” the switch says. “I just said thank you, then by the way,” he explains. He thinks about the question for a moment before he nods his head. “It does, yeah,” he confirms with a sort of longing sigh. He missed Paris too much.

Kirin chuckled, “that would be much appreciated.” He was far from home as well, not nearly as far, but definitely out of his element but he didn’t miss home. It was obvious from the sigh that Elliot did. “Tell me more about it. About Paris. Your favorite places”

“Then expect more French from me,” he tells him, knowing it probably wouldn’t happen all of the time but he could definitely slip it in every now and again. “I just love all of it, I’m super biased but it’s just such a good place to be.” He would recommend it to anyone. “There was a cafe me and my best friend always used to go to, The Hood Paris, it’s amazing. It sometimes has live music and the staff are the nicest, honestly. I don’t know how they could be so nice, it would drain me,” he laughs.

“I look forward to it. The only language my father encouraged me to learn was Mandarin. The plan backfired when the tutor was hot and had sticky fingers.” He listened as El spoke of home but more he watched the Switch’s face. “Sounds nice. I bet you and your friend raised a lot of drinks and havoc. I can agree with that. I’m not cut out for customer service. All the niceties and small talk. No thank you.” The waiter returned with appetisers that looked incredible especially for something made in a tent.

“Yeah, that doesn’t sound like it worked out well. Why did he want you to learn Mandarin?” he questions. He doesn’t know how he feels to have Kirin’s undivided attention, having someone just watch him as he speaks. He thinks he likes it, he’s just not used to. Especially in a date setting. Elliot laughs and hums in agreement. “We really did. I miss her,” he says with a soft smile. “Honestly, small talk is not for me. It makes me super awkward so it was food I went that often it stopped being small talk and they just talked normally to us. Made it a whole lot better.” He thanks the waiter again when the food comes and it honestly looks amazing. And kind of familiar.

“Because we do a lot of business with China,” he shrugged. “Everything is about the business. But let’s not talk about that.” Kirin sampled the food. It was nothing like food in Texas, but delicious in its own way. “What’s her name? Was she a school mate?” He tried to think of thoughtful questions as he’d read up on proper date etiquette and it had been big on asking questions. “It sounds nice. You’ll have to take me there one day. Do you plan to move back after school?”

That made sense but he knew business was a sore spot for Kirin so he was happy to respect his request of not talking about it. “No more business talk, got it,” he says as he mimes zipping his lips and then grins at Kirin. “Yeah, we met in high school. Her name’s Simone,” he tells him. “I’ll take you there, definitely,” he says before he nods his head. “I want to, but I guess it depends on my future here, doesn’t it?” He couldn’t force someone to move to Paris with him but that is literally all he wants, to go back home.

“Well don’t zip them. I quite like your lips,” he said. “Simone- Pretty name,” he shrugged as the conversation veered close to small talk. “Well, I could make that very easy for you, you know,” he said. His feelings varied day to day, but his father hadn’t bothered him this week and he was back to sure he could claim Elliot and have happiness. Rather than the ‘I can never have any happiness’ route he usually was on after speaking with his father. “After dinner I thought we could go get proper drunk. I hope that’s not breaking too many date rules.”

Elliot smiles at the compliment. “Thank you, I’m glad you like them,” he replies. “You could?” he asks, eyebrows raising as he speaks. Things were Kirin were never the same, sometimes he was a glass half empty kind of person about his future, and sometimes it seemed like he might realise he doesn’t have to be his father but it never stuck. Elliot laughs. “Who cares about dating rules? We should just date how we wanna date and I am so down for getting proper drunk.”

“So far your lips haven’t done anything I don’t enjoy.” Kirin sipped some champagne frowning when the bubbles tickled his nose and setting it far away from him, wrinkling his nose. “Yes. If you were mine. I’m sure I could make a case for moving the head quarters to Paris. Or at the very least having a vacation home there.” Kirin spoke very matter of fact about this as if it were more a business transaction that he had faith in, than their future. “I suppose I thought everyone did? This isn’t actually my expertise, I specialize more in disposable food related dry goods, than dates. Oh that sounds like perhaps I’ll get a second date. Have I sealed that deal so soon in the first date?”

“Likewise, your lips are also pretty awesome.” He watches Kirin sips the champagne, a small smirk on his lips as he watches the scene unfold. He doesn’t understand Kirin most of the time, especially with his matter of fact he was being right now. The fact Kirin is saying he would change his plan, even slightly, for Elliot makes him feel some sort of way. “You should get a vacation home there anyway,” the switch replies. He’s not sure he wants to hold onto Kirin doing that for him even if it would be really nice. “No idea, honestly, I don’t date,” he says with a shrug. “So it’s also not my expertise either.” He sticks his tongue out between his teeth when Kirin asks about the second date. “I should have kept you hanging a bit longer,”’he teases. “I don’t see why I wouldn’t want a second date with you.”

“Perhaps I’ll have to show you what else they can do later.” He hopes that didn’t come off creepy as he fought off the bubbles. “Perhaps I will. You speak so highly of it. I’ve always thought it was quite a dirty city.” It did make him feel more at ease that Elliot had no standard to judge him by. “Ah but you have been seduced by my Wiley ways,” he laughed, “ah the meal.” The waiter arrived with quite the spread smelling of pure deliciousness. “I had worried this would be...too extravagant.”

Elliot presses his lips together, eyebrow quirking. “Is that so? I think I’d enjoy that,” he tells him. He laughs. “Like I said, I’m biased but you still should do it.” Elliot is kind of stuck on Kirin, it’s frustrating honestly because he hasn’t even known him that long and he also doesn’t think he’ll have a future with him. Not that he thought about the future much but Kirin did. Elliot thanks the waiter again as the food comes and it looks amazing. “It’s not too extravagant, I mean I totally wasn’t expecting anything like this but I love it. A lot so thank you.”

“I’ll look for real estate tonight,” he agrees. They’d been looking to open a branch abroad and expand, why not Paris, he thought. But he was just a kid with no real power, yet. It was still fun to pretend he did though. “I’m glad,” he nodded, “you deserve to be spoiled.” They ate with less conversation and more humming at the deliciousness until the waiter returned with dessert. Kirins eyes big and stomach full he whimpered, “oh I couldn’t possibly.”

Elliot doesn’t know why he’s surprised, Kirin has said before he’s not the type to joke but still, he’s surprised. “Wait, really?” he asks. “Like, that easily?” Elliot can’t even decide what he wants to eat on a day to day basis never mind just decide to get a house somewhere. He rolls his eyes fondly, he definitely didn’t deserve to be spoiled. He thanks Kirin anyway. He laughs at Kirin’s reaction to dessert. “Dessert goes to the heart, not to the stomach,” he jokes.

Well it doesn’t hurt to look, now does it?” The food was amazing and well worth the thousands it had taken to get the chef over on short notice just for them. “Oh that’s quite the saying,” he said, liking it quite a bit. “Alright then, I suppose it is rather small and we’ve come this far.” He would just have to hit the gym hard tomorrow. Once they were finished he sat back in his chair. “I think perhaps we should walk to the bar, maybe walk some of this meal off. I’m not sure how you French do this every day.”

“You make a good point,” Elliot agreed easily. He smiles when Kirin says he likes the saying, he heard it on a vine himself and he literally quoted at the damn time cause it was relatable. After the meal was over, and Elliot has thanked the waiters again. He turns to Kirin as he speaks and chuckles quietly. “Walking to the bar is a good idea,” he agrees. “I personally don’t do it everyday but we totally just build up a tolerance to it,” he teases.

Kirin hummed happily as Elliot spoke French to the waiter. He moved closer, casually letting his hand run over Elliot’s ass before paying the chef and thanking him. They started to walk and Kirin kept Elliot close, hand in hand. “I think that much butter would have me dead by 30,” he chuckled, “I’m surprised you’re not 300 pounds,” he teased, tickling Elliot’s side. “I’ve yet to be out in Lima. I’m sure the night life is...rather disappointing. Where do you recommend we go?”

Elliot smirks and doesn’t miss the way him speaking French affects the Dom. He does lean into his touch all too easily. “It’s a good job you don’t eat that much butter all the time, then, isn’t it? We wouldn’t want you dead so young,” he responds. He laughs when Kirin tickles his side, squirming away from him but he’s soon putting himself back at Kirin’s side. “It’s not the best,” he admits. “There’s a bar we can go to, though.” They know Elliot’s order by now, it’s kind of embarrassing.

“If I died who would take you on dates?” He realized that sounded weird so added, “kidding, they’d swarm if I wasn’t here scaring them all away.” He laughs rather cutely as Elliot squirms then clears his throat, not sure where that girlish giggle came from. “Lead that way, Gorgeous.”

Elliot laughs and rolls his eyes. “Are you scaring everyone away?” he asks with a smirk. He was pretty sure that people didn’t even know about him and Kirin, not that he was keeping it a secret. He grins at Kirin’s laugh. “Yes, Sir!” he says as they make their way towards the bar.

"Well not everyone, I allow your family contact," he joked, "But the ones who just want you for your body, I swat like flies." Of course he was doing nothing of the sort and for the most part had kept to himself since arriving, a bit too nervous to jump into the school with both feet. On the plus side, his new hobby of painting had emerged and was slowly taking over his suite. "Ooh don't tease me like that," he said, loving when El called him Sir for some reason. He held the door for the other as they walked into what seemed like a dive bar to Kirin, but by normal person standards was probably just fine. The bartender seemed to know Elliot and Kirin found it quite amusing. "Is this your other boyfriend then?"

Elliot rolls his eyes at Kirin’s response, shoving at his shoulder. “Idiot,” he mutters but he’s smiling. He doesn’t think there’s anyone wanting Elliot for more than just his body anyway. That’s how it’s always been or how Elliot’s made it to be, maybe. “You like it when I call you Sir?” he asks with a smirk. When they arrive at the bar, Elliot is greeted in his usual fashion and he sticks his tongue out at the Dom’s question. “Yeah, got boyfriends all over me.”

"I like when you call me Sir quite a bit, yes, "he said a little blush tinting his cheeks. "Is that alright?" Kirin smirks that he managed to slip one by Elliot and that he didn't notice he said "other " boyfriend, implying he was one as well. "I should have brought a leash," he teased, pulling Elliot closer to him by his belt loop. He ordered a gin and tonic and warns him " Keep that tongue in your mouth unless you plan on using it on me"

Elliot laughs softly and he doesn’t miss the slight blush on Kirin’s cheeks which is kind of really adorable. “Yeah, that’s fine,” he says. He may not be completely onboard with the whole system but he doesn’t mind using titles. He smirks when Kirin pulls him closer by his belt loop, his stomach swooping at the action. “You want me to use it on you, Sir?” he asks, unable to stop himself smirking cockily at the Dom.

Kirin rolled his eyes hard. “Oh please. The leash is for you. Keep you close,” he said shaking his head. He took his drink from the bartender and gave him a card to keep a tab open. “So what do you do here...”

Elliot looks around the pub for a moment before he looks back to Kirin. “I usually just come with Kurt and we just drink and talk and get really drunk,” he says with a shrug of his shoulders. He moves closer to Kirin after he’s ordered his own drink and has it in hand. “Nothing special but,” he trails off. “It’s alright.”

“Talk.. mmm,” he hums, wondering if Kurt was better at conversation than he was. His eyes scan the room. “Perhaps you should show me your billiards skills, Gorgeous,” he said eyeing the tool table.

“Yes, talk,” Elliot confirms. He follows Kirin’s gaze before he looks back at the Dom and shrugs his shoulders. “Okay but I’m not the best,” he warns.

Kirin narrowed his eyes. "For a man who spends enough time in this bar that the barkeep didn't even need to ask you what you wanted, you certainly seem like you haven't taken full advantage of this amenities." He wandered over to the pool table and started to chalk a cue. He'd played a decent amount, mostly as a child on the pool table at his father's office. His father would bring him in, but then mostly just leave him to entertain himself. The pool table had been a good source of fun for most his childhood . "Come on, Gorgeous. I'll help you," he said, slipping up behind Elliot and handing him the cue, then leaning into his back side as he reached around to put help El hold the cue properly. He had no doubt Elliot at least knew how to hold the cue, it was all just an excuse to be this close to him.

Elliot rolls his eyes. “I come to the bar to drink, why do you think they know my order?” he asks with a laugh. He only ever played pool as a kid and then if he ever won or came close to winning it was always a fluke. He follows the Dom to the pool table. He’s placed his drink down before Kirin comes up behind him. He huffs out a laugh. “I’m not completely hopeless, I can hold a cue,” he tells him with a laugh as he takes the cue from Kirin. “Not that I mind you being this close to me,” he adds art a smirk on his lips.

Kirin uses the position to his advantage and leans into Elliot, breathing hot on his neck. "No? I was really hoping to make you very very hopeless...helpless...mine," he whispered, kissing up his neck as his hand wandered south to grab the Frenchman's ass. "You sure you don't need my help..."

Elliot relaxes into Kirin, feeling those stupid butterflies in his stomach once again. He lets out a shaky, content sigh. “Will you only have me if I’m hopeless?” he teases as he feels a shiver run down his spine from the Dom kissing his neck. He presses his ass back into Kirin’s touch. “Uh, actually, I think I definitely need your help.”

"No, Gorgeous, but it would make things a lot easier," he teases with a chuckle straightening up only slightly, body still pressed into El's back. "Oh yeah? Well then...let's clear this table and start our own game, yeah?" He reached around holding the cue around Elliot's body and taking a shot. The sharp pang echoed as the cue sent the balls flying towards the pockets, sinking one of the three balls left on the fuzzy table top. He shifted, moving Elliot with him, and shot another in the corner pocket. The cue ball curved right back to his stick ready for the last shot. "Mmm this one will be difficult," he explained, as if shooting around an entire person wasn't challenge enough. "You'd better turn around," he said, gently turning Elliot in place so they were face too face> "And scrunch down a little...might be best a little lower,..."

lliot just lets Kirin control his moves, where he should be, and honestly he’s not paying that much attention because Kirin is so close to him and that’s all he can focus on right now. He laughs when Kirin turns him around so they’re face to face. “Idiot,” he says with a fond smile on his lips as his hands come to rest of the Dom’s hips. “You want me to get on my knees for you?” he asks, raising his eyebrows with the question.

Kirin simply give a smirk as he lines up his shot awkwardly around Elliot. "Well if you think that would be best, then perhaps yes, "he said, smirking the whole time. "Just while I shoot. You understand, don't you Gorgeous?"

“I’m not sure that I do,” Elliot teases, feigning innocence as his hands move from Kirin’s hips to the front of his jeans. “Just while you shoot?” he asks, repeating the Dom’s words as he presses the palm of his hand against his crotch.

Kirin shuttered as El’s hand touched him. They’d yet to get into bed together but if the night went on like this, Kirin doubted he’d be able to resist. “Tonight..tomorrow... the rest of your life...” he said with some strain in his voice

Elliot couldn’t help but feel smug when he heard the strain in Kirin’s voice, knowing it was because of him. “Yeah?” he asks. “Think you could deal with me for the rest of my life?” He asks as he undoes Kirin’s jean button and zips his jeans down so he could feel more of him.

“I co-“ he started, but Elliot’s hand made him freeze and try to catch his breath. His eyes darted around the bar. There were people but not so many they could be lost in a crowd and not so few no one would notice shenanigans happening. He swallowed and took a few quick breaths as El grabbed him. “Not if you kill me first,” he breathed, wrapping a hand around to grab El’s ass. “Naughty naughty. Don’t make me punish you in your bar,” he said, trying to gain any control.

When Kirin falters, Elliot smirks. He knew they were in public and it wasn’t like Elliot hadn’t done things in public before but he came here all the time so he was being brave, or an idiot. “Oh, I don’t want to kill you, that wouldn’t be fun,” he laughs. He raises an eyebrow. “I can stop,” he says as he pulls his hand away slightly. “Not sure I want to be punished,” he adds with a laugh.

Kirin’s eyes were scanning the room again, but this time for doors not people. “You’re going to If this keeps up,” he said under his breath, then grabbed hold of Elliot’s hand pulling it away and pinning it on the edge of the pool table. He knew he was going to regret this, but he didn’t have a choice, “...bathroom. Now,” he ordered, pulling Elliot towards the back of the room

“Hm, does that mean I can’t touch you?” he teases. He hadn’t really expected this to be how their date went but he’s not mad about it, honestly. He should be bothered that Kirin is pulling him into a bathroom he’s been on his knees in way too many times, drunk and with strangers. But he doesn’t care because he wants Kirin. “Fuck,” he practically groans. “Okay,” he says as if he would have ever even considered saying no as he’s pulled away from the pool table.

Kirin practically dragged Elliot into the small room shoving the door shut and then pushing Elliot back up against it. He leaned into El, a hand braces on either side of his body against the door. “You. You are a tease,” he growled, the Dommy side of him creeping out more and more, but he couldn’t help it. “

Elliot looks at Kirin with wide eyes, anticipation hanging heavy in the air. He swallows thickly and despite being desperate to touch Kirin and feeling a little dizzy, he manages a small smirk when Kirin calls him a tease. “But you like it, right?” he asks

He’s not used to having to hold back. Before school he was almost always fucking and scenening with someone he’d hired. No need to hold back anything much then. But Elliot was important. He had to temper himself because god only knows how El would react to his unleashed dominance, seeing El didn’t even believe in the system. In answer, Kirin grabbed Elliot’s hand and pushed in on to his hard cock again. “You could say that.” He lunges in, kissing the boy hard, running his hands all over his body, and trying to strip his shirt off.

Elliot keeps his hand on Kirin’s cock as the Dom kisses him. He groans into his mouth, palming at his length as the kiss heats up. He pulls back ever so slightly, having to move his hand, so his shirt could come off but then his hips are back on Kirin’s and his hand his back on his length. He pushes his hand into his underwear so he can actually touch him. His fingers wrap around his length and he strokes him.

What was he thinking? Hooking up in a dirty bar bathroom? How very pedestrian. But Elliot already was shirtless and that hand on his cock was threatening to drive him mad. His lips crashed back into Elliot’s and he shoved his own hand down the back of Elliot’s jeans, teasing his fingers over the Switches hole. “You deserve better than a quickie in a toilet stall,” he grumbled.

Elliot moans into the kiss as Kirin teases at his hole. He lets out a breathless laugh at the Dom’s words because he wasn’t stopping. “I don’t care,” he tells him without hesitation. He didn’t think he deserved better but he wasn’t about to say that and ruin the moment.

That moan just about drove Kirin insane, and almost convinced him to drop the argument. But he knew he was right. Elliot deserved far better than this. He kept kissing the boy but pulled his hand back, whining. “I will not...” he paused to kiss him again, “...tell our children.... our first time was in a bar bathroom.” He finally, breathlessly, pulled back from El’s lips. “Let’s get drunk and go back and at least allow me to bed you in a proper bed.

Elliot almost pouts when Kirin stops this. He can’t be mad, not that he would be anyway, especially when Kirin is being so nice about it. Though, children? Elliot was not about to touch that. “Fine, okay,” he says but he isn’t really annoyed, he’s smiling. He kisses Kirin again, slow, and then pulls back. “I plan on getting stupid drunk cause I need to focus on something that is on mine boner, or yours,” he says with a laugh as he grabs his shirt and puts it back on.

Kirin is sure he's lost his mind. He'd been dreaming of fucking Elliot for weeks now, nervously dreaming,but still. And here he was turning him away. It was the right thing to do though and this bathroom was grossing him out. "My tab is open, but I don't wish to carry you home, yeah?" He kissed Elliot's lips again, not eager to give him up. "Maybe I can help with that," he said, just as knock came at the door and they had to vacate awkwardly. Kirin lead them back towards the pool table and their drinks on small high top table. He took a big gulp of his gin and tonic to try and ease his nerves and lust. "You will be the end of me, I just know it," he sighed.

‘Hmm, okay,” Elliot replies with a smirk. “I’ll not get too drunk that you’ll have to carry me home, promise.” He kisses the Dom back, and wishes it could continue but he can wait. He’s never been the most patient guy but he’s sure Kirin will be worth the wait. He coughs awkwardly as they leave the bathroom. He smirks as Kirin takes a large drink of his gin before he takes a sip of his own. “Sounds fun,” he jokes, grinning at him.

Kirin eyed the Switch and the smiled. "I suppose, if you're the death of me, I can lay back in my grave with a smile on." He pulled Elliot in by his shirt, kissed him and then pushed him gently towards the pool table. "Come on, show me what you've got, Barfly," he teased. They played a few games of pool, drank, laughed, kissed..a lot, but finally the darkening sky told them it was time to head back. "Balls. It's nearly curfew. We need to hussel," he said, downing the last of his drink.

“Well that’s adorable,” the switch replies with a shy smile before he’s being pulled in. He hums happily and kisses the Dom back. He rolls his eye at the nickname. “Yes, Sir,” he teases. He’s pretty impressed with how long he’s able to last without just dropping to his knees for Kirin, he manages to even forget about it for a little while as he gets more and more drunk, but not too drunk that he won’t be able to get it up when they get back. He turns to look at Kirin and actually pouts because he kinda of really doesn’t want the date to be okay. “I suppose we should go,” he says as he slides up to Kirin.

Kirin put his arm around El's waist, pays his tab, leaves a decent tip and they walk back to campus with a decent amount of laughter and tripping. Maybe even falling off the sidewalk once or twice. "You're drunk," he teases, though he is clearly just as drunk. "Shhh going back to campus, we have to be good or they'll spank us, "he says, laughing loudly then shushing himself as they get up to the gates and show their ids to get in.

“You’re drunk,” Elliot quips back as they make their way back to campus. He definitely feels drunk and he’s back to just wanting Kirin. “You want them to spank you?” he teases, he’s loud though, always gets louder when he’s drunk. He shows the guards his ID and then walks, stumbles mostly, to the Dom’s dorm.

Kirin's face got red and his eyes huge and he grabbed El pulling him close and covering his mouth. "No. Shush your mouth now," he said sternly, then laughed at himself. They're laughing when they tumble into the door and Kirin accidentally slams it closed behind them, sending them both laughing again. He pulled El in tight, kissing him hard and fast, hands going to strip the other's clothes off him fast. "You need to be in my bed, right now, naked."

Elliot feels dizzy, and not from the booze. He’s so desperate and needy for Kirin in this moment and god does he want to be in his bed. “Yes, please,” he breathes against his lips before he kisses him again, needy and rough and he doesn’t care.

Kirin's tempted to shove the boy to the floor and demand his mouth, but he forced some control on himself. He groaned into El's neck as he kissed over his chest. He paused to strip his own shirt off revealing his ripped chest and abs. He walked El backwards towards his bed and then shoved the switch backwards on to it, letting El bounce on the bed as he slipped his jeans off and then with a devious smile, climbed over El, holding himself up with one arm, using his free hand to cup El's face. "You're so sexy...such a tease though....driving me crazy all night.

Elliot’s eyes fell to the Dom’s chest and abs, mouth slightly agape and eyes wide a she took in how good Kirin looked. “Fuck,” he hisses out as the other climbs over him, he’s still looking up at him with wide eyes. “I wanted to see if you’d cave and just fuck me there,” he teases. He leans up to kiss him as his hands trail down the Dom’s chest. “Fuck me,” he says into the kiss as one of his hands palms at the other’s cock.

“I told you...you deserved better than that. You deserve better than this too, but it’s what I’ve got at the moment,” he said, wondering why Elliot couldn’t see that a bathroom was no place to fuck anything but a whore. Kirins eyes roll back and his cock goes rigid as Elliot touches him and begs so softly. “Are you sure,” he asked coyly, pressing his hand down between them, teasing El’s cock. “Are you positive that’s what you want?”

Elliot didn’t care, as long as he had Kirin, he didn’t care where it was . “This is perfect, Kirin, because the date was perfect and you’re here,” he replies. They could be anywhere and Elliot wouldn’t care as long as he had him. He lets out a groan at the touch and nods his head. “I’m sure, I want this. I want you,” he assures him. He doesn’t think he’s been more sure of anything in this moment.

Kirin softly shook his head. "You deserve better than a bathroom fuck," he said simply, "So do I. " He leans in kissing El again, their bodies writhing against each other. Kirin groaned at the request. God he wanted to fuck this man. "Ah ah ask nicely, "he teased, losing all domminess as Elliot palmed his cock and made him whimper. He returned the favor, moving to tease El's hole. "I think I want that mouth first."

Kirin wasn't wrong about that. "You do deserve better," he agrees without hesitation. He rolls his eyes when Kirin tells him to ask nicely as if telling the Dom he wanted him, and this, wasn't nice enough. He moans as Kirin teases his hole. "Kirin," he practically whines because god he just wanted him. "Okay, fuck, you can have my mouth," he agrees.

"As do you," he corrected, not willing to let Elliot weasel out of that. With their bodies so close, Kirin feels like the world has gone and time has stood still for them. The way Elliot whines his name makes his heart flip in his chest. "Elliot," he whispers back, teasing his finger into his hole gently. "Good boy..." he whispers gently, lovingly, "But ...I realize now...I don't wish you to move from my arms. I quite like your body so close to mine." He continued to kiss El's neck and back, holding him tight to him. "I believe I could be quite happy if you never moved again." Elliot, once again, does not comment. He also doesn’t let on about the fact he doesn’t like to be called good boy because this moment is too good to bring up that. “How are you being so cute with your fingers when they are?” the switch asks. He lets out a quiet laugh as his twists his fingers in the Dom’s hair. “I think I would be quite happy if I never moved again as well,” he says and he’s smiling fondly at the Dom on top of him because he’s ridiculous and Elliot can’t seem to get enough of him.

“It’s one of my many talents,” he whispered, making his point by gently kissing El’s skin and making him moan by finding that sweet spot with his fingers. “Well...perhaps a little moving wouldn’t be awful,” he said, taking his fingers back and quickly grabbing lube from the side table and slicking his cock. Gently he lined up with El’s hole, kissing his neck. “You ready Gorgeous,” he asked, hips barely containing their excitement.

Kirin was definitely going to be the death of Elliot. He shifts to watch the Dom as he applies the lube and then he’s there and this s about to happen. He looks at Kirin and nods his head, he’s more than ready. “Yeah, yeah, I’m ready,” he confirms eagerly, eyed wide and his body tingling with anticipation and excitement.

Kirin smiles softly. The booze still tingling in his system is making this moment feel good ls a little extra. Like a movie. Something he needed to get perfect. Slowly, he eased in steadily, until his thighs met Elliot’s ass.

Elliot tenses around the Dom’s length before he lets himself relax, groaning at the feel of Kirin inside of him. “Fuck, Kirin,” he moans as he grips hold of his forearms, looking up at him with lust blown eyes. This was really happening and Elliot was delirious with how food it felt to feel so full by him.

Kirin gasped as he bottomed out inside Elliot. He'd never done this this slow before, never stopped to savor the sensations. "FUck" he echoed, kissing Elliot's warm skin and wrapping his strong arms around the other. "You feel even more amazing that I dreamt you would," he whispered, starting to very slowly ease out and then back in.

#face to face: kirin #kirin: 003

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ryansfabray · 5 years ago

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Second Impressions | Myan

Who: Ryan Fabray and Mike Chang ( @mikechangdom )

When: Monday 8.5.19

Where: Dance Studio

What: A little bit of dancing and flirting. Unfinished cause JQ is the worst.

Mike had been looking forward to spending some time with Ryan since they set up their night together; even more so since attending the recital that she had put on. She had a beautiful voice and it was clear that she had put a lot of heart into each of the performances and that was something that Mike found very attractive. As Glee came to an end, Mike stepped out of the room and waited outside of the room for Ryan to step out. When she eventually did, he offered her a smile. "Hey, beautiful. How's your day been so far?" Mike questioned, adjusting the hold on his bag and its placement on his shoulder.

Ryan's hair was still wet from the shower that she took in between classes. The task that left her covered in mud for the whole day had gotten enough time during classes, but she refused to be in that state when she met up with Mike. She was still riding the high from her recital the week before and it showed with the energy that still resonated around her and the smile planted on her face when she approached Mike waiting for her outside of Glee. "Hey, handsome." Yes, taking a shower was the best idea she'd had all day."My day's been alright. I was covered in mud earlier for a task, but I was mostly looking forward to seeing you dance." Ryan started towards the dance studios in the back. "How about you. Were you looking forward to this as well?" She asked teasingly, though she wasn't entirely joking.

"So you were the mud monster that I saw walking around earlier." Mike joked, easily falling in step with the blonde as they moved towards the dance studio. He had come up with a fun little number to showcase a bit of what he could do and then had come up with a fun little idea for something to do after he was finished his dance. "I was definitely looking forward to this. But it was fun watching things happen, knowing they were probably happening for points." Mike mused, opening up the door to the dance studio and stepping aside to allow Ryan to step in first. "I'm glad you were looking forward to this though, I have to say." He set down his bag and set everything up so the music was ready to go.

"Guilty as charged. Black rain cloud and all," she offered with a chuckle. It was uncomfortable, but an easy task for some points. The thought of bidding on someone did cross her mind, but it was her most recent conversation with Mike that gave her motivation. So far, it seemed as though they had some chemistry and it was something she wanted to play around with. Not to mention, he was very good looking and the Domme part of her was aching to be flushed out. "People really go all out for points, hm? Can't blame them, those points are our tickets out of here." Once they were inside the familiar dance studio, she moved to the side with the mirrors and took a seat right in the middle so she had the best seat in the house. "Show me what you got, dancing king."

"Have to say, I like being able to see your face." Mike let the Switch know with a chuckle. "Definitely can't blame people for wanting to get as many points as they can. I know I want to get them all and I just got here." The Dominant said, unashamed. "Prepare to be blown away, gorgeous." He watched her take a seat and offered her a smirk and a playful wink as he started the music. He let his body move to the choreography that he had created for this moment, feeling the joy flow through him as he did what he loved. Mike wished that his father could see how happy dance made him, could see how good at it he was. But he doubted his father would ever care. During part of the dance, he moved closer to Ryan, his hand pulling up on his shirt to playfully show off his abs.

“Be careful,” Ryan teased. “I’m going to start thinking you like my face of something.” Her words were said in jest and she enjoyed the back and forth banter her and Mike seemed to be developing. She simply smiled at his words about being blown away and she couldn’t help but he brought back to the last time she was in that same room with a different dancer promising to blow her away. The memories that are once tainted were happy ones again, which allowed her to focus fully on the present moment and the man who was in front of her right then and there. She watched in interest, her eyes trained on him the entire time he was moving to the familiar song. There was something so free about his movements. The passion was evident, his smile contagious, and goddamn was he fucking sexy. She licked at her lips at the exposure of his body and she couldn’t stop herself from thinking about what his muscles would feel like beneath her finger tips. At the end of his number, she offered a round of applause that filled the entire studio, her eyes still trained in his figure. “You’re incredible, you know that?”

"Oh you don't have to think it, Ryan. I am happy and more than willing to tell you that I like your face." Mike cooed with a chuckle following soon after. Mike lost himself in the music and the song, the only thing keeping him grounded to the moment was the feeling of eyes following his every move. It was different but so good to be able to showcase what he could do to someone other than the mirror and his closest friend. He wiped away a bit of sweat from his brow as the music quieted and his routine came to an end, offering her a grin when she clapped and spoke up. "I appreciate you saying that, Ryan. I love dancing. It's freeing. I feel at home when I dance." Mike offered. "Kind of like it seemed you felt at home when performing. Congratulations by the way. Your recital was incredible. Your voice was just...wow." Mike stated, moving towards her. "I'm glad you enjoyed the show. But now it's time to get you on your feet too." The Dominant said, hand reaching out in an offer to the woman, wriggling his eyebrows.

Most people didn't follow Ryan's example of being upfront and blunt and she appreciated that from the Dom. She didn't need his words to tell her how freeing it was for him to dance, she could see it from his body language alone, including smile spread across his face as he approached her. One thing she would never shy away from was having the attention on her and she reacted accordingly when he complimented her on her recital. "Well there's more where that came from," she replied with ease before taking his hand. "If you ever want a private showing, I'm more than happy to oblige." Dancing was something she wasn't as comfortable doing, but she liked him enough to humor him. "So what? You gonna teach me how to dance?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

"A private showing? Yes please, beautiful. How could anyone ever turn down such an offer?" The Dom questioned with a smirk. He knew that she had just gotten out of a trial claim and that she was taken, but that didn't mean that they couldn't have some fun. He shrugged his shoulders and drew her in. He turned on the next song, a slower one, to help it be easier to move Ryan around. "Certainly won't be able to teach you in one day. But stick with me kid and we'll make a dancer out of you yet." Mike teased, spinning the blonde and then bringing her back to him. "Just move your foot when I move mine. We're going to start off easy." Mike said, beginning to slowly move around the room, giving Ryan tips and pointers about when and how to move her feet.

“That’s my thinking exactly, it’s impossible for you to turn me down. Especially because I know I made a good first impression on you, hm?” It was cocky, sure, but it was also in Ryan’s nature. Ryan was able to pick up on dances fairly quickly, that much was proven from her role in Heathers, and she was always willing to learn. She couldn’t help but yelp as he spun her around, but her smile never faded. His instructions were clear enough and she followed them exactly. “I have a task coming up that would benefit from learning a dance I could perform with heels. What you got?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.

"You definitely made a good first impression. It is hard to be let down when you're watching someone who is totally in their element." Mike admitted with a smile. He quirked an eyebrow at her words and hummed thoughtfully. "A dance in heels, huh? Could always do a bit of a salsa." He offered, stepping away from her for a moment in order to change the song. Mike then moved back to the blonde, placing both of his hands on Ryan's waist in order to sway her hips properly. "Salsa is all about the hips." Mike murmured, as he moved her to the rhythm of the song. Eventually he let one of his hands find Ryan's again, as her hips seemed to sway the way he had urged them to. "We're dancing together right now. But you definitely don't need a partner to make a salsa work. It's just sexier." Mike said with a wink. "When you dance the salsa, your hips have to move forward with each step. And your weight should be more towards the ball of your feet."

Mike was definitely stroking her ego and she was loving every second of it. She simply nodded at his questions and tried to memorize everything he was telling her. No matter how out of her element she felt, he had a way of making her feel like she’d been dancing her whole life. “The salsa has a way of making you feel very sexy,” she commented. “I like it. It’s partly why I love working at the strip club in town. It’s such a rush of validation.” Ryan concentrated, pushing her hips forward and making sure her weight was on the balls of her foot, a very different technique to that of pole dancing. “You’re very good a this. Teaching, I mean. Am I getting it?”

"It really does. And there's a heat to it when you dance with someone else." Mike expressed, squeezing her waist gently. "How long have you worked there?" He questioned, genuinely curious about the answer. "You think so? I've never really taught anyone before so that's pretty cool." Mike said, feeling his chest push out a little bit at the compliment. It was really nice to not have to hide his love of dancing. There was a weight that felt like it had been lifted off of his shoulders. "You're doing really well." He commented with a smile, "Just need to be a bit sharper with your steps forward and then you've got the basics pretty well." Mike mused, letting go of Ryan's hand and waist so that he could stand beside her and show her what he meant by a sharper step. Mike demonstrated a few times before moving in front of her again to watch. "There you go! Just like that."

Ryan continued to move with him, her hand wrapping around the back of his neck. "Yes, I can certainly feel the heat between us, can't you?" Perhaps it was just the dance, but she liked to think there was some kind of chemistry there. "I've been working there for a few months now. But I take my craft seriously, I was practicing on a pole in my living room for months before I went looking for the job." Ryan automatically defaulted to following all of Mike's suggestions, given that this was his area of expertise. She tightened her steps and mimicked his example, smiling when she finally seemed to make an improvement. Ryan turned to the mirror and tried on her own, a smile forming on her lips when it looked like she was actually doing something. But the moment only lasted a little while before she was turning back to the Dominant. "Now, back to this shared heat when you're dancing with someone else, care to fill me in?"

"Mm, absolutely." Mike agreed, sighing at the feeling of her hand against the back of his neck. "That's really cool, Ryan. Maybe I'll have to...see you do your think at some point." He mused, leaving it open for Ryan to agree or refuse. Watching Ryan pick up what he was trying to teach her was awesome. It felt good to be helping someone with dance. And it didnt hurt that it was a beautiful girl. Mike quirked an eyebrow when Ryan posed the question, moving closer to the Switch. He rested one hand on her waist and then let it slip slowly towards Ryan's lower back; his eyes focused on hers the entire time. His other hand rested on her shoulder and then gently drifted down her arm before grasping her hand. He then pulled her flush against him, leaning his forehead down to meet the Switch's. "It's not really something you can explain. It's something you have to experience." He spoke softly, beginning to move to the rhythm of the next song. "Feeling the music flowing through you...the feeling of the other person moving with you."

#mike #para: mike #para: second impressions

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fyrapartnersearch · 6 years ago

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A very witty title!

Hey everyone!

So, I'm craving some M/M roleplays at the moment. You can call me Katie, by the way! I’m 23 years old (in two months anyway, so for now still 22), so no worries in that department and I wish you’d be over 18 years old as well.

Since this seems to be a deal breaker for a lot of people, I'll get it out there now: I'm most comfortable playing the sub/bottom character. So, if you’re looking for someone to play a switch or dom, I’m sorry but I’m not your girl for it.

I prefer playing over e-mail, possibly skype.

When you send me an RP request:

- Something about yourself, please. I like to know my RP partners

- Something about your RP style (how much you usually write, past or present tense, etc.)

- Your limits (What you will not in any circumstances write)

- What you'd like to RP with me

- Smut or not (I'm fine with both tbh, though I do love smut in my RPs) and if you’re looking for a mostly smut or mostly plot kind of RP

A bit about me and how I write:

- I adore long replies (I can write up to about 4 pages on Word, in some instances), but 1 decently sized paragraph is the minimum for me. If the replies I get are shorter than that, I'll get bored easily.

- I usually write 3rd person, past tense, and in paragraphs. I ask you don't write 1st person or script style.

- Plot! Plot is a must!! I love plotting, and creating worlds and all that. I adore smut and I can write an RP that's 80% smut, 20% plot, but there still has to be that little bit of plot too :3

- I love talking OOC and gushing about our characters, creating soundtracks, plotting and all that, but if you don't like it that's ok too. I only ask that you can talk with me OOC enough for us to get the plot figured out.

- I am a full-time student at university, so it might sometimes take a while for me to answer. If I haven't replied within 3-4 days, feel free to ask me about it though!

- I don't use face-claims, and rarely use anime/manga characters, simply because I can't find a picture that looks exactly like what I imagine my characters to look like. It's ok if you want to use pictures etc. for your character though.

What I like:

- Fantasy

- Medieval fantasy

- Historical settings (especially court settings. Anything with nobility/royalty)

- Drama, heartbreak, arranged marriage, secret lovers, forbidden love, assassination attempts, action, etc.

- Anything fairytale-ish, with princes, pirates, sorcerers, werewolves, vampires, demons, mages, [i]dragons[/i], etc.

- Cultural differences and misunderstandings

- Soulmates

- Alpha/beta/omega dynamics (and Mpreg!)

- Smut

- RP partners who can bring something to the RP. I want a partner who can make the plot move forward and gives me something to work with, because if I have to drag my partner along, I will get bored quickly

- Us coming up with the plot together. I don't want to be the only one coming up with all the ideas

I'm honestly not too keen on a modern setting, most RPs I've had in modern setting have been more or less boring tbh, but I can be persuaded to try it again if the plot is good enough (aka. there has to be a lot of action and preferably drama).

Pairings I'd like to try:

(The roles I'd prefer to play will be in bold)

- Demon/Angel

- Demon/Human

- Incubi/Human

- Shapeshifter/Shapeshifter

- Even more specifically: Any canine shapeshifter/feline shapeshifter

- Prince/Rich noble

- Prince or king/ Prince in an arranged marriage scenario

- Human/Merfolk

- Vampire/werewolf

- Shapeshifter/human

- Alpha/omega

- Pirate, assassin, mercenary/nobility, royalty

There are so many more that I can't even remember them all, but these are just some suggestions! Don't be afraid to ask me if I'd be interested in something specific even if it isn't mentioned here.

A few plots I'd like to do: (YC = your character, MC = my character)

Assassin/Nobility plot:

Hired to assassinate a king/nobleman/important political figure, YC gets to work. He's supposed to disguise himself as a noble/someone who can earn his target's trust, but what he isn't counting on is running into his soulmate while on the job; his target's son, MC. Deciding to take advantage of the situation, he first plans to earn MC's trust and begins courting him, but his plan goes awry when YC realizes he's starting to have real feelings for MC. Does he betray MC's trust and use him to get to his target, or does he abandon the mission, we can plot this further together.

Arranged marriage plot:

MC and YC are due to be wed sometime soon, their fathers have arranged the match to end the long-lived wars and strives between their clans. MC has to move from his home and land to a completely new environment and culture, where his husband-to-be isn't in the least interested in even trying to make the marriage work. YC flaunts his lover around in front of MC (maybe not realizing it hurts him more than YC meant for it to), and MC - having given up on the thought of a happy marriage - in turn seeks the company of others. A third party intervenes, opposed to the marriage, and MC and YC have to flee. While they're running away from the conflict, they realize they have much more in common than they originally thought.

Demon summoning:

MC is a human who, on a day of boredom, decides to try out a demon summoning. It was supposed to be a joke, something to relieve his boredom, but turns out demons do exist. YC is one such a creature, and happens to be the one MC accidentally summoned. MC isn’t in too much of a hurry to sell his soul to the Devil and go to Hell after he dies, but YC can’t go back without a soul, more specifically the soul of his summoner, so they’re stuck together. Needless to say, MC is not bored anymore.

Soulmates:

In a world torn by wars, famine and poverty, two princes are born to opposing sides. One, YC, becomes the Emperor at a fairly young age, forced to face the horrors of war as the leader of a nation. The other, MC, is the youngest prince in his family, living his whole life sheltered from the life outside of the palace walls. At night he dreams of another life, his past life where he had found his soulmate, wishing to find them again, imagining everything will be a fairytale after he does. When he is abducted by YC’s men and held hostage in YC’s castle, he must face reality when he realizes the young Emperor hardened by years of war is the man he’s seen in his dreams. Their kingdoms have been mortal enemies since the beginning of time, but can that change?

Ancient Egypt:

YC is a pharaoh in ancient Egypt, or a world resembling that of ancient Egypt. MC is his lover, previously a slave or servant who caught his interest, now in a rather influential position as someone the pharaoh himself favors. As any ruler, even YC has enemies in his court, those who wish to rule in his stead, and indeed one stormy night when MC is on his way to YC’s chambers, he overhears a conversation between some of the most powerful people in the country about an assassination plan. He brings the news to YC, of course, but even with him aware of the plot to take his life, he cannot stop it. Having to flee with MC, YC - once the most powerful man in the country - has to start anew from the very bottom.

Gladiator plot:

YC has been brought to mighty Rome as a slave, now to be trained as a gladiator in the most renowned ludus (a “gladiator training school”) of Rome. The owner of the ludus, a wealthy man of high social standing, promises fair treatment to those who do well in the arena. He has sons, the youngest of whom (MC) is not as interested in the art of warfare and fighting as his father would hope. When MC expresses a carnal desire for YC, neither of them thought their secret meetings in the dark would lead to love. A gladiator - a slave – and the son of a nobleman can never be together… in Rome, at least.

UHm, I probably forgot something, but feel free to ask whatever else you want to know! ^^ Hope to hear from you soon!

My e-mail: [email protected]

#indie rp #indie roleplay #independent roleplay #oc rp #multiple paragraph #long term #email #smut rp #submission

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